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dysfunctionalmaki · 3 years

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To Realize

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Pairings: Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Stark!Reader

Summary: Natasha's been connecting all the dots about how she feels about you, it's up to her to how she'll handle the situation.

A/N: This was supposed to be a oneshot until... I wanted to base it on the whole Black Widow movie :"))

Warnings: none, let me know if there's any.

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Your last interaction with your father didn't go well, he simply told you that Secretary Ross is now after you and Natasha after helping Steve, and Bucky to get in the Quinjet while T'challa was after them.

Quickly tackling the king of Wakanda on the ground, while Natasha shot something at him to give Rogers and his friend time to take off, as soon as the jet flew away, you removed your arms that are restraining him.

"Your father will hear about this, and you too Miss Romanoff." The exact words that came out of T'challa, and now you're on the run with Natasha, considered as a global fugitive.

Your father looked at you with disappointment when he mentioned that Ross will be chasing you and the latter, you looked at Natasha before she took your hand and leading you out, taking you to who knows where.

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"You miss your daddy?" Natasha spoke while driving, you chuckle at her words then resting your head against the car window. "Hmm, kinda, so what are we doing here in Norway?" You ask the latter.

"Well, you've noticed that Ross is after our asses after assaulting the King of Wakanda, and helping Steve and Barnes escape the airport, I believe we should lay low, right?" She propped her elbow by the window, resting her head on her knuckle as she drives with one hand. "Oh? I didn't know that." You replied sarcastically, making Natasha roll her eyes.

"What I mean is, why Norway of all places?" Now you're kindly asking, arms crossed over your chest and slowly drifting off to sleep, exhausted after hours of traveling, without Daddy's private planes, sports car, and Quinjet also.

Natasha noticed how your voice softens, a long yawn coming out of your mouth, and quickly glancing at you. "Ross has no jurisdiction here, his boys would stay away from here for the time being." She answered, you softly nodded and replied with an 'okay' almost a whisper with how silent it was.

In a split second, you're already fast asleep at the passenger seat, both arms hugging yourself and your head resting against the window. Nat maintained her eyes on the road as she attempts to reach for a blanket she stashed in the backseat, after few shifts in her place, the Russian managed to grab the cloth.

She gently placed the soft blanket over you, and now focusing herself on driving, for some reason, she has always felt this warm feeling in her heart when she's alone with you, adoration maybe?

Your peaceful state while you're in deep slumber, and hearing your soft snores as she admires the view of the landscape, she would offer everything she has just to stay like this most of the time.

The thought caught her off-guard, why would she want to spend all of her time with her friend's daughter? She shrugged the thought off from her mind, she knows what love feels like, she felt it with Bruce until Hulk decided to drive off somewhere they won't find him.

She did get sad because of it, but she chose to move forward and move on, successfully removing any romantic feelings for Banner, focusing on her work as an Agent and an Avenger.

But why is she feeling this way with you? Her heart melts when she sees you getting all excited when you've successfully upgraded your techs, how she would automatically smile when her eyes would catch you smiling, and how she feels warm when you're there to ease her mind when a mission didn't go as planned.

She's now connecting the dots, using the silence and peace surrounding her, she got time to think about herself and her feelings towards Tony Stark's daughter.

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After half an hour of the drive, you slowly wake up from your nap, looking around the surroundings you're in the middle of the woods, Natasha's still driving. "Good uhh... Evening?" You greeted Nat with your groggy voice.

Natasha stopped the car beside the safehouse, which is a caravan and you don't mind, you can't really call your father to get you a 5-star hotel to stay in. "Did you manage to replenish your energy?" She asked, unbuckling her seat belt and you did the same.

Getting out of the car, she has her gun out and you also have one on your hand, staying alert until both of you heard a loud snore in the room. Natasha immediately returned to her relaxed posture before heading into where the sound belongs, and she found her contractor sleeping.

Kicking his foot that is off the bed, the man immediately woke up. "You're sleeping in my bed." Natasha commented, "I'm not even under the covers." He replied, then his eyes trail at you, awkwardly looking away noticing that the two seemed close.

"I've got what you asked for, fake IDs, drivers licenses, and some VISAs, also for Miss Stark too, just like what you've told me to do." He says as he handed out the fake identifications to Natasha, while reading, the Russian frowned upon what she just read. "Really? Fanny Longbottom?"

"That is a legitimate name." He defended himself, them Natasha handed your fake IDs, taking a good look at them and you're amazed about how real they seem to be. "Thank you...?" You softly spoke.

"Rick, Rick Mason." He introduced himself, and you shook his hand also introducing yourself, with little chit-chat soon after the man left leaving you and Natasha alone.

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An hour has passed it's already dark out, you're currently sitting by the front door, knees up to your chest, and you already felt homesick, Natasha's company is nice honestly, but the feeling of being far away from your father and home sucks.

Natasha looks at you while you're way too busy gazing at the woods, she knows you aren't used to this type of setup, running away from authorities, and far from home, she felt bad for you.

She walks up behind you, making sure you're aware of her presence before placing a hand on your shoulder. "I'm going to watch a movie on my laptop, feel free to join me, I'm also eating the ice cream we bought at the convenience store earlier." She softly spoke before leaving you alone.

Minutes after, you finally stood up from where you are sitting and closing the front door, almost dragging your way to Natasha. Two bowls of ice cream in front of her, and her laptop already on, she was waiting for you.

You placed yourself beside her, head resting on her shoulder then she plays the movie on the screen, lazily taking a spoonful of the cold treat in your mouth, and eyes glued on the screen, but you weren't paying attention to the movie, you're spacing out.

"Hey, Y/N? Are you okay?" Of course, not, Natasha knows damn well you aren't okay, she thought that it's a dumb question. "Of course, why wouldn't I be?" You answered just like your father, she paused the film and causing you to look at her. "No, you're not okay, and that's okay." She says before taking you into her arms.

You're surprised actually, Natasha isn't usually the one who initiates physical contact but here she is, her arms wrapped around your body. You needed this, you needed to feel home and somehow being hugged by Natasha feels like it.

Burying your face at her shoulders then you knew you're melting in her arms, it almost brought the tears out of you, as if her touch is enough the lift the burden you've been feeling.

Natasha feels like home.

You try not to think anything about the affection she just gave, but damn, you think you'd go batshit crazy if you won't get to experience this again.

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Let's be clear here, you've had a crush on Natasha while she's still Natalie, then as soon as Fury revealed that she is some secret agent, you were so amazed that you started liking her, though she didn't contact after that.

You weren't part of the Avengers initiative, but you did join them in the battle of Sokovia, but she and Banner have a thing going on, so you've decided to set those feelings aside. Which you successfully did for a few months, and after Bruce flying who knows where maybe you can make a move?

So you did, you would jokingly flirt around Natasha, and your father would give a questioning look then you slowly back away, but you were also a great friend to Nat, it's just that you can't seem to get all romantic with Natasha.

Just as much of a playboy your father is, that's all his, you suck at this type of thing, so Nat probably thought you're just a caring and affectionate person.

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You gently pull away from Natasha's grasp, and she looks at you with her emerald eyes. "Better?" She asked, placing a hand on your cheek softly caressing your skin. "Much better, thank you." She smiled with your answer, the next thing you know is that you're way too close to her, and you're looking at her plump lips.

This would be a perfect time to make a move.

You hold the back of her hand that is on your cheek, slowly closing in, and Natasha is leaning closer, so near that you could feel each other breathing, just when your lips were about to touch hers... the power died.

Nat cleared her throat and awkwardly moving away, removing her hand away from you and she stood up. "I'm just going to check the power generator." She says before going outside.

Her face turned red as soon as she was out of your sight, she got way too vulnerable with you, she almost kissed you but she sure knows she's going to like it but no, not at a time like this.

She tried to get the power back on, only to find that there's no more fuel in the generator, she came back inside finding you eating ice cream in the corner, and probably waiting for her to come back.

"I'm going to a gas station, do you want to come with me?" She asked, you nodded before getting off your ass and bringing yourself into her car, there's this awkward tension between the two of you, and as soon as she started driving, the silence swallowed the two of you.

"Can I turn the radio on?" You asked her, she simply nodded while eyes fixated on the road, you played the radio, and Sia's Cheap Thrills came on. "Damn, even here? When is this song going to die?" You commented.

Natasha taps her fingers on the steering wheel according to the beats, despite hearing the song over and over whenever you would turn on the radio, you still liked it.

Midway through the song, you felt chills on your body, and as soon as you look at the window beside you, suddenly you see an RPG heading towards the car.

"Nat—" Before she could react it has already hit the car causing an explosion, now the vehicle is hanging on the edge of the bridge, and with one wrong move it'll head straight down to the water. "Ooh, fuck that hurts." Hissing as you try to collect yourself and trying to fight the headache it caused.

Natasha on the other hand is in pain and boy, she's mad. "I'm pretty sure Ross has no jurisdiction here, and you should know that I'm a better shot when I'm pissed off," Nat spoke before firing few bullets at the person, you look at her and biting your lip, finding her hot.

"Wow, that's hot..." You spoke under your breath but Natasha heard, glaring at you. "Really? At a time like this?" She says, before heading out of the car when you tried to get out Nat stopped you. "How long can you hold your breath?" She asked. "Last time I beat Sam it was a good 4 minutes and a half."

"As soon as this psycho comes close enough, I'll push you into the water, it's not after us." She says you look at her as if she's speaking lies. "Nat, I'm not leaving you here–" before you could protest, you felt her lips against yours it was quick but you know damn well, that Natasha kissed you.

"I'll meet you down there, I promise." She says before a shield comes charging towards her, and managed to avoid it, yet it hit the car, now you're falling off the bridge and you suddenly noticed a small case on her hand.

You quickly got out of the car before it could hit the water, then you swam heading to safety where the one who ambushed wouldn't see you.

Closing your eyes hoping that Nat would come back to you in one piece, there's no way you'll let her die after kissing you, of course, you wanted to fight but your body just wouldn't.

You can't risk losing Natasha now.

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Next Part: To Remember

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wandaownsthisass · 2 years

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Peace and Quiet

-- Little random one-shot I had sitting around.

Norway!Nat x Reader. No warnings just fluff, but slight angst in the beginning. Enjoy.

Natasha creaked the trailer door open, hesitating slightly as she peered around the corner with her gun.

Her feet carry her towards the bedroom located at the back, the door opening with her one hand, gun still drawn. Natasha’s body freezes, frowning at your sleeping body.

“You’re in my bed,” Natasha says, her voice startling you.

Your body moves before your brain can catch up, hands grasping your own sidearm, and before you could aim it at the intruder an arm grasps yours, drawing the gun downwards.

“Hey-it’s me” Nat whispers, taking the gun from your grip.

“I’m sorry, I-“

“What are you doing here Y/N?” Nat cuts you off.

The last time you had seen Nat was at the airport when she let you escape with Steve. It took everything in you to leave her, knowing what that meant, knowing you might not see one another for a long time.

Months spent hiding out drove you crazy, and not that he would admit it but Steve had grown tired of your pacing and nights spent lying awake. He knew you had to find her. He knew you wouldn’t be able to sleep until then.

“I couldn’t stand being away any longer. Every second that passed felt like…God. I don’t even know.”

You stare at her for a moment, desperate for any sign of hope, but she remained still and composed. Standing up, you make your way for the trailer door, moving slower than normal just in case she changed her mind.

You made it outside, taking a deep breath at the realization that it is truly over. Natasha doesn’t want you anymore. It is time to move on.

“Y/N wait, just wait” Natasha yells, barreling through the trailer door.

You turn on your heel, Natasha stopping in her tracks a few inches away from you. “Stay. Please stay.” She whispers, pulling you into her body. You’re stiff for a moment, unsure what to do, but you finally give in melting into her embrace. Swallowing back the tears you hadn’t realized you were holding in.

Both of you remain in that position before you pull away, nervous that the two of you were out in the open for too long. Not sure who could be lingering about.

“We should get inside”

She nods in agreement, leading you back into her trailer. It’s awkward for a moment, unsure of how to read her body language, or even what this all means. Does she want you to stay? Does she expect you to only stay the night? The thoughts fly through your head faster than you can catch them, and Nat appears to notice your state.

“You hungry? I’m not much of a cook but I can make you… a sandwich…?” Her head tilts, eager to please you. It’s a familiar sight, one you grew to pick up on.

You smile back, memories of countless nights spent laughing at her failed attempts to make you both dinner. “A sandwich is great. I can’t even remember the last time I ate”

Natasha frowns at the thought before busying herself with the bread. Sitting down, you watch her for a second before observing your surroundings. There isn’t much to the trailer, a few clothes scattered about along with some bags; which you presume are going to be used for a quick getaway. It’s hard to tell how long Natasha has been staying here, then again she was never one to stay in one place too long.

It isn’t long before you are presented with a peanut butter sandwich, her slight grimace displaying her distaste in the lack of food. You take a large bite, nearly moaning at the taste.

“I guess it really has been that long, this tastes gourmet”

Natasha laughs, the sound filling your heart it begins to ache, and you stare hard outside attempting to focus on anything but the feeling.

“Well I’m glad I could please you, it may be my finest work.”

There’s a long pause before she speaks again, “I’m sorry for earlier, I was a little shocked to find you lying there. But…” she pauses again, “…What are you doing here? It’s not safe”

“It’s not safe anywhere Nat. And I know being here is probably a mistake and I’m sorry too, but I couldn’t handle it anymore”

“Handle what?”

“Being away from you, not knowing if you were dead or alive, fucking I don’t know…I’d rather come here and you tell me to go away instead of pacing that small apartment with no closure”

She breathes in, taking a moment to proceed carefully with her next words, “You know I would never turn you away. I just have some things I need to do, and I don’t want you to get hurt”

You scoff, “Isn’t that the whole risk of our job? I also don’t want you to get hurt, that doesn’t mean I disappear and shut you out to accomplish that”

“You’re right, you’re absolutely right…I guess I’m just used to doing that. It’s safer for me to get hurt without the fear of you also being hurt or worse. I wouldn’t be able to live with myself”

“Can I show you something?” She adds, her gaze softens awaiting your response.

You nod.

It didn’t take long to reach a nearby lake, well what was a lake was now covered with ice, the appearance of it sending a shiver throughout your body. You look at her expectantly, wondering why she took you here to freeze your ass off. But she just smiles at you, like she’s reading your mind, and your gaze affixes to the visible breath escaping her lips.

“I come here every night, there’s something so serene to it, I feel at peace…Like nothing or no one can harm me. I come here to just breathe. I didn’t realize what kept drawing me to it, I mean it’s just a frozen lake, I’ve seen plenty before, but then you showed up and it all made sense. I guess subconsciously I was searching for something that made me feel the way you do. And when I saw you, in that bed, I felt at peace again.”

Nat looks at you, “I’m really sorry Y/N, I hope I didn’t ruin everything”

You finally break, tears beginning to push through your hard exterior, and she pulls you tightly into her. “You could never ruin it Nat”, you mumble into her chest.

A familiar warmth surrounds you the next morning, a body lying next to you, and everything is still. Turning over you find Natasha staring at you, her fingertips raising to meet your lips. She smiles knowing she no longer has to search for that stillness or peace, “I’ll never leave you again”

#natasha romanoff x reader #one shot #natasha x you #natasha romanoff #norway nat

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from-the-dark-past · 3 years

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Interview with Necrobutcher in The Black Metal Murders: English translation

Translator’s note: Black metal-morden (English: The Black Metal Murders) is a radio documentary from 2017 produced by Radio Sweden (download). It’s about Mayhem and the Norwegian black metal scene in the ‘90s and contains interviews with Jørn “Necrobutcher” Stubberud, Kjetil Manheim, Eirik “Messiah” Norheim and Anders Ohlin (Pelle Ohlin’s younger brother).

Here, I’ve translated the parts where Jørn “Necrobutcher” Stubberud speaks into English (from Swedish/Norwegian). I’ve added time-stamps and short descriptions for the different sections of the interview.

Apologies for any inaccuracies in transcription/translation. Swedish and Norwegian are technically-speaking mutually intelligible, but there were a few places where I struggled to pick out exactly what Necrobutcher was saying.

I am working on translating the interviews with Manheim and Messiah and will be posting them soon. In the mean time, here’s my translation of the interview with Anders Ohlin.

7:24 - 9:14 [Talking about Pelle’s letter to Mayhem and the band’s first rehearsal]

Necrobutcher: This was going to be so fucking black.

Narrator: Jørn Stubberud is a founder of the black metal band Mayhem which was formed in 1984 in Norway.

Necrobutcher: Then, in ‘87* we came into contact with a Swede who called himself Dead. Per Ohlin; Per Yngve Ohlin.

*Translator’s note: Really not sure if “87″ is correct. It was unintelligible to me, so I tried putting it through a speech-to-text program, and it gave me “87″. It makes sense in context, so I put it in. If anyone understands what’s actually being said, please let me know so I can update the post.

Narrator: Pelle had heard of Mayhem in Norway. He constructs a small cross. He attaches a dead mouse to the cross, which he places together with a demo-tape and a handwritten letter in an envelope which he addresses to Mayhem. As a way of saying: ‘Hey, I want to be one of you.’

Necrobutcher: The letter was drenched in blood and liquid that had come out of the mouse. I drove a pick-up at the time and placed the letter with the mouse on the truck bed.

Narrator: Jørn empties the band’s PO box and tosses the stinking letter onto the truck bed of the pick-up.

Necrobutcher: And then the letter was blown off, together with the mouse, blew off onto the road, actually.

Narrator: Despite the letter being blown off, [Pelle and Mayhem keep in contact].

Necrobutcher: We liked his voice.

Narrator: To many, black metal is synonymous with the violent happenings in Norway in the early 1990s -- murder, grave desecrations and burning churches -- and this story will revolve around the band Mayhem. But before the violence, it was all about love of the music. Jørn describes the first rehearsal with the band like others describe first falling in love.

Necrobutcher: The ground was… It was like walking on air. A rehearsal… We were, like, happy. We, like, jumped around, couldn’t walk, it was like we were floating in the sky, high on adrenaline.

9:31 - 10:27 [Talking about meeting Pelle in person for the first time]

Necrobutcher: It was very easy to see that it was him. I’d never seen a picture of him. Long hair…

Narrator: The band meets Pelle at the airport in Oslo.

Necrobutcher: He thought, OK, I’ll move to Norway, then.

Narrator: [At the airport] there’s a skinny guy with two plastic bags for luggage; one containing clothes, the other containing snus and comic books.

Necrobutcher: Dracula and, like, horror comics.

Narrator: Jørn thinks that Pelle’s Stockholm dialect is completely incomprehensible.

Necrobutcher: Fucking speak Swedish -- what the fuck -- so we understand what you’re saying. Thought ‘OK, fuck it, we’ll have to speak English, then’. Now we’ve got this Swede who’s possibly becoming our vocalist, and we have to speak English with each other? [Incredulous]

Narrator: It’s a little difficult to know where Pelle will live and eat. They’re all in their late teens and still live at home with their parents.

Necrobutcher: Shit, he probably never thought of that. Like, what the fuck is he going to eat?

11:23 - 11:52 [Talking about hair. Lol.]

Narrator: [...] Before they’ve even rehearsed together for the first time, [Pelle] arranges a photoshoot. Pelle has smeared fake blood onto the faces of himself, guitarist Euronymous, and Jørn . In the image, Pelle is wearing corpse paint and has blood running down his face. His long blonde hair contrasts with Øystein and Jørn, who dye theirs black.

Necrobutcher: Black hair [unintelligble]… none of us have that [naturally].

Narrator [to Necrobutcher]: Did you help each other out with dyeing --

Necrobutcher: No [laughs]. That was a bit intimate, so to speak.

12:30 - 13:13 [Talking about Pelle preparing for gigs]

Necrobutcher: He kept dead animals in the freezer -- like, roadkills that he’d picked up. A dead magpie, a dead mouse…

Narrator: Pelle prepares thoroughly for the gigs. In the freezer in Kråkstad, where the band moves to live together, he collects animals he finds along the road and in the forest. He sniffs the dead animals before he walks onto stage.

Necrobutcher: To smell of death. He wants an authentic smell of death before he walks on stage, and sniffs a plastic bag. It was supposed to, like, be taken completely to the max.

Narrators: Jørn remembers how [Pelle] buries his stage clothes to make them rot a bit.

Necrobutcher: You’re supposed to feel rotten on the outside.

17:17 - 17:49 [Talking about Pelle’s depression]

Narrator: The guitarist, Øystein ‘Euronymous’ Aarseth, has big plans for the band but not enough [resources].

Necrobutcher: Like, Øystein had a lot of fucking big plans. And he’d tell Pelle about the plans and, then, maybe it didn’t happen very quickly, or fell through.

Narrator: The second Mayhem record is in the works, but it’s taking its time, as the band is financing and doing everything themselves.

Necrobutcher: So when there were little setbacks, it was really fucking difficult for him, because he was too restless.

18:34 - 21:50 [Talking about Pelle’s suicide and the aftermath]

Necrobutcher: I always thought… It hit me that I had a kind of spring feeling. This was the beginning of April. The winter had been long. The sun had come back and the spring feeling had arrived.

Narrator [to Necrobutcher]: Did you have a feeling that everything could go to hell now?

Necrobutcher: No. No, No. Absolutely not. It was looking pretty good, actually. It was like… Of course, it’s never clear, trying to make any sense of it…

[It is explained that Pelle committed suicide on April 8, 1991. Euronymous found and photographed his corpse, then called Jørn excitedly about it, which led to Jørn leaving the Mayhem].

Necrobutcher: No, I was completely shocked. I was simply in shock, devastated by grief.

Narrator: [Jørn] also gets something else to think about.

Necrobutcher: Pelle took his own life in April and I became a father in June.

Narrator: Jørn goes to Sweden to attend Pelle’s funeral.

Necrobutcher: So, I’m walking around the coffin, it’s my turn, and I’m about to… Well, it’s difficult to keep from crying. And I see this small brass plaque which says ‘Fonus Begravningsbyrå’ [Fonus Funeral Services].

Narrator: The small Fonus plaque makes him remember something: Pelle made up the name ‘Radio Fonus’ for when they were going to play in a Norwegian radio program. It was a typical ‘Pelle-name’.

Necrobutcher: That was it. Suddenly, I got something to think about which saved me a little bit from a really fucking bad day.

1:05:05 - 1:06:12 [Talking about reforming Mayhem and his life today]

Necrobutcher: It was completely… it was completely destroyed for many years. I struggle with this thing today still. When Pelle passed I became fucking miserable and it… yes, depressed and… The most difficult thing that has happened to me.

Narrator: Jørn Stubberud, the bassist of Mayhem who quit after Pelle killed himself, finds it tiring that so much of the attention surrounding black metal still revolves around the murders and church arsons.

Necrobutcher: I was paralyzed, but when Øystein was murdered, it kicked me out of grief and I became angry.

Narrator: Three years after Pelle’s death, Jørn attends the funeral of Øystein . Him and Jan Axel Blomberg, the drummer, meet up and decide to reform Mayhem.

Necrobutcher: I thought… I got a… It kick-started me again and the only way was forward.

#mayhem #the true mayhem #pelle ohlin #per ohlin #per yngve ohlin #jorn stubberud #necrobutcher #kjetil manheim #manheim #eirik norheim #messiah #black metal #black metal history #true norwegian black metal #my translation

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santigarcia · 3 years

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Human Touch Part One

a nathan bateman x f!reader fic~

word count: 3.3k

rating: T - nudity (non sexual), mentions of masturbation

summary: After a wrong turn on a hike, you find yourself on Nathan’s property and joining him for dinner.

a/n: ahhh this is part 1 of 10 of this series! i cannot wait to share it all with you!! remember these will be posted at 9 CST. check here for the schedule so you won’t miss one!! thank you to @punkpascal for encouraging this and listening to me yell nonstop! and thank you to @sergeantkane for your support and for making the moodboards for this series!!

You only agree to this because of the view. Not for any other reasons. No. No. Certainly not.

Your cousin owns a timeshare in Norway for her work. And she invites you to come up for a few weeks. You’re in desperate need to get out. She won’t even be there half the time, which is even better. You love your cousin but you’re ready for some quiet. Some space. The fresh air. And you’ve seen photographs, the mountains outside her door look beautiful.

Those are enough reasons for anyone to go.

But it’s when you find out who her ‘neighbor’ is that has you chomping at the bit to go.

The term neighbor is a loose term, the neighbor in question lives two hours in a different direction. It’s a secluded private area. But it still gives you some strange hope you might see him.

“I’ve only seen him once,” you remember your cousin telling you. She wasn’t that impressed, but you – you’re dying to see him.

Nathan Bateman, the multi-billionaire CEO, and creator of Bluebook. He’s a celebrity crush of yours. Half the reason you have a Bluebook phone in your pocket is because of him.

There’s something about him. You’ve followed his career quietly, but more than anything you think he’s handsome. Gorgeous even.

He’s a hot topic for gossip since he remains in seclusion, working on his mysterious projects. To be that close to him sends a thrill down your spine. And he’s all you can think about on the plane ride over.

Your cousin picks you up at the airport and you spend the next few days hanging out with her and relaxing. She leaves on the third day and you spend most of it reading that book you’ve been meaning to finish.

As you sit near the window, you can’t help but admire the mountains. The lush greens of the field at the foot of it, the rich white snow. The crisp air feels good to you, even if it gives you chills.

You decide that you want to go hiking. Your cousin mentioned there are several easy trails and you think you can figure them out.

You get to packing that night. You shove your backpack with things you think you’ll need. You don’t plan on being gone long, so just some essentials for the hike.

The next morning is a lovely one, that mountain air is crisp, and it fills your lungs. You feel rejuvenated. The trails are easy to follow and you walk for hours. You stop to rest every so often and keep hydrated and eat.

You have every intention of turning back when it begins to rain. Hard. Within minutes you’re soaked to the bone. It’s freezing and if you don’t get warm you worry you’ll get sick. You try not to panic, but the rain is coming down so hard you can’t see the trail.

Somehow you take a turn and find yourself going down a decline. Maybe you’re near the trails edge.

The rain continues to pour, but through it you see lights of what looks like a house. Shivering, you make the long walk to this place. It’s your port in the storm.

It’s not your cousin’s house, and you don’t remember seeing this one on the way in. You bang loudly on the front door, hoping someone will hear you over the rain. The house looks huge.

“Hello?” you bang on the door; you feel tears welling up in your eyes. You’re so cold. “Is anyone home?”

After a few moments, the door is opened. And you’re not sure who is more surprised. You or the one and only Nathan Bateman standing across from you.

“It’s you,” you gasp, shivering violently from the cold. “Nathan!”

He blinks, his eyebrow ticks up in bewilderment.

“How the hell did you even get out here? Are you okay? Yeah, come in. Shit, you’re freezing. Umm… yeah. That’s me.”

He opens the door wider so you can come inside. The warmth hits you like a wave, and it almost hurts. You haven’t stopped shaking. And now you’re trembling for any entirely different reason.

“I was hiking, and it started raining and I got lost and…” your teeth are chattering. And Nathan looks confused but concerned.

“This is a hell of a way to get introduced, but-“ he pauses for a beat. “We need to get you out of those clothes. You’re gonna get sick.”

You follow him in this maze of a house, and he takes you to a large open bathroom. He turns on the shower and you take a step towards it, but he stops you.

“This is for the steam, you need to get warm slower, you’ll go into shock.”

You’ve heard about this, and you know he’s right. One of the best ways to prevent hypothermia is warming the body through skin to skin contact and body heat.

“Look, shit, I know this isn’t ideal,” he snorts, “but you need to get naked. I won’t look.” He smiles softly and you feel sick. Maybe it’s the hypothermia.

You turn your back to him and begin to awkwardly peel off your clothes. You’ve never felt so embarrassed in your life. He’s turned the opposite direction and isn’t saying anything. You almost wish he would.

“Ok,” you tell him. You’ve turned back around with your arms covering your chest. He’s taken off his shirt, and he’s quick to wrap you up tight in his arms before you can think too much.

His bare chest is warm. His arms squeeze you tight and he rubs your back. His beard tickles your ear, and you feel all of him all at once. It’s making your head spin. Is this? Is this how you’re meeting him?

“I’m Nathan,” he chuckles softly, “but it seems you already knew that.”

You tell him your name, and he chuckles again. “Interesting meeting huh? Story to tell the grandkids.”

That gets a soft laugh from you, and you can feel him physically relax. The awkward tension has been cut.

“You’re feeling warmer now, less shivering.” He states this as if you don’t know, but it’s impossible not to shudder while naked in his arms. He seems to pick up on this, because of the look he gives you when your bodies pull apart. “You okay?” he looks at you, his eyebrow up again.

Tears well up in your eyes and you can see a look of slight panic cross his face.

“No,” he whispers, “No, hey sweetheart, it’s ok. No need to be embarrassed ok? Do you need me to call someone for you?”

“There’s no one to call,” you sniffle out. “I’m staying with my cousin at her place, but she’s out of town.”

“Do you- you wanna stay here tonight? Get warm? We can figure out shit tomorrow.”

“I’m not an inconvenience, am I?”

“Not even a little. You’re the first person I’ve seen in… months. And… it’s way too cold out there. You’re safer here. Just as long as you’re not a serial killer or somethin’… you can stay.” He gives you a little smile, and hands you a towel to wrap yourself in.

”Definitely not a serial killer. I killed a spider last week and I screamed.”

He chuckles while he dries off his chest and pulls his Henley back on.

“Is it just you in this house?” you ask trying to keep the subject off your nudity.

“Yeah, just me. It’s… yeah, it’s a little lonely. But it’s the ideal working environment. No distractions. No noise. But sometimes, it’s too quiet. Listen, hey we can talk later. You should get in the shower, get warmed up ok? Don’t turn the water up too hot alright? I’ll have my housekeeper set aside some dry clothes for you.”

He exits quietly closing the door behind you with a soft click. Once he’s gone, you drop the towel and step into the warm spray of the nicest shower you’ve ever seen.

You try to process what just happened, and you decide this must be a sign or a dream.

At one point there’s a soft knock on the door and you briefly see a woman set a stack of clothes on the counter. She exits as quickly as she arrived.

You wonder why he’d said he’d not seen another person in months when there she was.

After you dry off, you reach for the stack of dry clothes which you assume are his. There’s a soft pair of sweatpants and a warm Henley that looks like the one he was wearing. They smell fresh and clean, and you pull them on eager to not be naked in this house anymore.

You step out of the bathroom and no sooner do you step foot into the hall do you see his face.

“You don’t have any kind of electronic device on you, do you? Like your phone? Just until you leave, for security purposes. It’s just a precaution.”

“You scared me!” you laugh and touch your chest. “And I do, in my backpack. Which I don’t remember where-“

“It’s in the dining room, I’ll show you.”

Once again you follow Nathan through this maze. Your backpack is sitting on the table just as he said. The fabric is soaked, and you have little hope anything is dry on the inside. There’s a neatly folded towel next to the backpack and you spread it out to take out the contents of said pack.

Your phone is in there, and it looks dead. Soaked from the water.

“I can fix that,” he tells you and extends his hand for the phone. You hand it to him, and he pockets it.

After your phone is out, you dump the backpack onto the towel and all your stuff spills out. A clean shirt, a small first aid kit, a phone charger (just in case), and to your horror – a forgotten vibrator that had been stuffed in the bottom of your pack.

You look up at him with fear in your eyes, but he’s got that eyebrow up again.

“Carrying the essentials huh?”

“I-“

“I have so many questions about why you’re hiking with a vibrator, but you look way too embarrassed to answer them honestly. You can keep that for yourself.”

You quickly shove it and the rest of your things back into your soaked backpack.

“So, you’re just… in the middle of the wilderness, alone, with a phone and a vibrator. And no one to call. And you’re sure you’re not a serial killer?” he winks playfully.

“I swear I forgot that was in there!”

“Hey, sorry. I am the last person who’s gonna judge you for somethin’ like that. And you’re not the only person here with a vibrator,” he winks again.

“You sure you’re not a serial killer?” you flush.

“Would it make a difference if I said no?” he can’t help the grin on his face. “Kyoko, my housekeeper, is done with dinner. Would you like to eat with me?” He picks up the damp towel from the table.

“That would be nice, thank you. You’re a good host.”

“I’ll admit, I don’t get a lot of visitors. Or… any visitors, really. But against my better judgement, I’m not gonna let you freeze to death outside. And you seem… relatively harmless,” he smiles again fiddling with the towel in his hands.

The woman you saw earlier sets plates of food down on the table, and Nathan hands her the towel.

“This looks amazing, I can’t thank you enough for your hospitality.”

“I’m glad you’re feeling better. You kinda looked like a wet cat when you got here. No offense,” he bites his lip and glances over at you.

“None taken,” you laugh.

“Do you drink?” he glances at you when he sees you reach for an empty glass.

“I’m not much of a drinker, but I like the occasional wine!”

He chuckles fondly, “We can definitely do wine. I have a Chateau Lafite 1787 and a Cheval Blanc 1947 that are begging to be opened. And… from the look on your face, you have no clue what that means. Kyoko, grab the Cheval.”

“I admit I don’t know! But I can tell you do. You seem to know a lot about a lot of things. Including saving someone from hypothermia,” you almost grimace at the memory.

”That’s why they pay me the big bucks,” he chuckles taking a generous sip of his freshly poured wine. “Damn… this is the good shit.”

You watch him drink and it’s beginning to hit you. This is really him; this is the Nathan that you have his social media accounts on notifications. This is the Nathan that you’ve watched random tech videos you have no interest in but wanted to hear his voice. And now you’re sitting across from him, at his table, watching him drink wine.

“You definitely seem to enjoy the finer things in life, don’t you? And yes, this is good, especially with the meal. I’m not used to this much luxury. I feel like I don’t belong here,” you bite your lip. He’s a genius. Famous and sexy as hell and you’re just-

“Well, you get used to a certain way of living when you’re… me,” he chuckles.

“This wine probably costs more than I make in a month,” you laugh taking another sip. “I don’t know what I’d do if I even had a million dollars.”

“Done.”

“Pardon?”

“I can wire your bank tomorrow.”

“Wait, you can’t be serious.”

“As a heart attack,” he shrugs. “Pocket change. Consider it a get well soon present. So, what’s home like for you?” He changes the subject so abruptly, but you go along with it, but it’s hard to keep up.

Suddenly you feel like spilling your whole life out to this man. That you’re stuck. You live at home because you can’t make ends meet and nothing seems to stick. You’re looking for something, but you don’t know what it is.

“I live in a small town. It’s cozy. Simple. But sometimes it feels too small. That’s why I wanted to get away. See something new. I realize how I’ve not experienced much in my life. I want excitement. I want- well I want to move away. That’s what I want.”

He takes another sip of his wine and you can’t help but stare at his delicious beard.

“I specialize in exciting, honey. You stumbled into the right place,” he grins, another soft chuckle escapes his lips.

“I think I did, though it sounds like you know something I don’t know.”

His brow raises as he smirks devilishly, “there’s a lot you don’t know, kitten. There’s a lot I can show you. I didn’t come out here just to be alone.”

Your stomach drops and you feel your face heat. He’s called you two pet names back-to-back. His eyes are fixed on you, watching every move on your face. He’s calculating, tucking everything away into his memory.

“K-kitten?” you find your words, but you sputter on your wine. “Did you just call me kitten?”

His smirk only seems to grow. The confidence is oozing out of him and it’s thick in the air.

“You liked that, didn’t you? Your pupils are dilated.” He causally sips his wine as if he didn’t just ruin your whole life with a short sentence.

He’s rendered you speechless, the very air in your lungs is gone. And there’s a feeling low in your belly. A pang of arousal and need and thrill hits you all at once.

“I-“ your words are lost again, but he speaks up for you.

“Look, kitten,” he punctuates the word, he’s teasing you now. “You obviously did. Can we just skip to the part where we have the conversation?”

“The conversation?”

“Y’know. The one where I tell you I’m not just interested in you because you’re the first person that’s come around here, like… ever, but because you’re beautiful and interesting and genuinely fun to be around. And that you need to make the first move if you want this as much as I do because I’m not some rich asshole who’s trying to take advantage of the fact that you’re completely vulnerable right now. That conversation.” He sips his wine again, and you feel like you might pass out or jump across the table into his lap. You’re too frozen to do either.

“You think I’m beautiful?”

“Honey,” he sighs setting down his wine glass and folding his hands together resting his elbows on the table. “I don’t mince words. And let me put it to you clearly. You’re exactly my fuckin’ type.”

“Is this really happening?”

“Only if you want it to baby. But I’m as real as it gets. And I couldn’t have made a more perfect woman if I tried, and I have.” He mumbles the last part into his wine glass, it’s so quiet you almost don’t hear it.

“Look Nathan, I can’t believe I’m saying this, but I’m in love with you.”

Both his eyebrows raise in question and a smile grin spreads across his face.

“No, I mean,” you bury your face in your hands, “I mean I have a crush on you, you’re kind of… my celebrity crush,” you wince a little and peek out from behind your hands. “My cousin really does own a timeshare and I really did want to get away, but I came because I thought you would be nearby. I didn’t actually think I’d be having dinner with you after you saw me naked.”

“So, that explains the vibrator then,” he scratches his chin, pretending he’s lost in thought. He’s messing with you but when he sees your obvious distress he leans back in his chair. You think he’s about to apologize when you get up and walk down the hall and pick a random room that’s open.

You sit down on a couch and look up to see a Jackson Pollack painting on the wall. Lights are angled at it, it’s the focal point of the room.

A few moments later you hear a soft knock on the doorframe.

Nathan walks in and leans against the desk under the painting, he’s facing you. His arms are crossed, but he doesn’t look angry.

“Look, I wanna talk to you about earlier. I know I come on….strong. And it’s a shitty excuse but you’re the first real woman I’ve seen in months that isn’t my housekeeper and what I said before about you being my type? Shit. I scared you, didn’t I?”

“It’s just overwhelming,” you flush. “My celeb crush saw me naked today and wants to have sex with me. Not to mention you offered me a MILLION dollars without batting an eye!”

“Okay, okay. How can I put you at ease about this? We obviously have a connection. And you might as well stay until I can fix your phone.”

“What about the money?”

“I could put you to work. I’m writing a thesis. And I need to make sure it’s readable to someone who may not understand all this,” he moves his hands around in the air.

“Is that worth a million dollars?”

“It would be to me; I need help on this.”

“Okay,” you nod. “I’ll do it.”

“Really?” he smiles, he seems so excited. “Great. I’ll take you to a room you can stay in. Let me give you a tour of the place.”

Your tour ends with the bedroom. He tells you goodnight and disappears down the hall. You shimmy out of the sweatpants but leave on the Henley and slide into the bed. The sheets are soft, silky. There’s a thick warm blanket on top and you snuggle deep under the covers.

You’re thinking about your day, what a crazy day it’s been. You try not to linger on the naked part, but you think more about his skin. The warmth. The touch of his beard. His obvious desire for you at dinner. You wonder what he’s doing right now. You wonder if he’s thinking about you as much as you are thinking about him. Maybe you have some charge left in the vibrator….

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Cruising beyond sunrise

This is my fanfic-contribution to the Frozen Fanzine Volume 5: Summer lovin - organised by @frozines! Hope you enjoy - happy frozine everyone ❤️

Pairing: Kristanna, modern AU setting

Rating: G

Summary: Anna and Kristoff set out for their individual summer jobs on a cruising ship along Norway´s coastline. Meeting "accidently" on the way to Hamburg´s harbour, the journey spins off "kristanna-slow burn-style..."

Chapter 1 / 4 (find the complete fic on AO3)

Somewhere in Southern Germany

For Anna, the invitation for this summer job came right in time. All her family would not be there during those long following weeks. Her parents were abroad on business reason, and Elsa had decided to join the summer camp of the philharmonic orchestra. She was a fabulous harp player after all. But then, Anna felt lonely. After breaking up with that unfaithful brat of a boyfriend… It had already been so many weeks since the disastrous night, where she had walked right in the middle of things, with him being served in the most intimate ways by his secretary… Yack! Anna´s eyes still filled with tears of fury and disappointment when the scenery flashed back before her inner eye.

Her suitcase was finally packed, and all her music devices sorted and stored neatly within her luggage. Anna was ready to depart and embark on the summer trip of her life! If only she wouldn´t feel so lonely… Ah, well, soon she would be surrounded by lots of people and fun programs. She was ready to go!

Somewhere else in Southern Germany

Normally, Kristoff would not travel inland by plane. But the ticket was paid by the shipping company, and he was kind of short on time. So, he would accept the offer and was on his way to Munich airport. He had mastered his finals and until starting his new job, he could just as well earn some money with this summer occupation. It might be a good start off into his career. Still, being surrounded by numerous people all day long, that was not his vision of a quiet and peaceful summer. With a sigh, he stuffed the ticket in his travel bag.

His suitcase was packed, and all his literature supply sorted neatly within his luggage. Kristoff was ready to risk the wave of vacation feeling washing over him.

***

The flight from Munich to Hamburg would take approx. 1 hour. Already they were delayed due to rain and maintenances still going on. Kristoff tried to relax in his seat, but then this size of airplane was not built for big guys like him. He tried to stretch and stretch his legs into the aisle without hindering the still boarding passengers. He desperately hoped they would take off soon, so he could leave this cocoon like cage after their landing. So, he flicked through the plane magazine to distract himself, when he noticed a person stopping just by his side. The woman was about to store her bag just atop of his head. She was small, tiptoed to the upmost maximum and stretched to the extent that Kristoff thought she was about to do pull-ups while dangling at the storage box. Some sort of moaning and sighing noises came to his ears, but nobody seemed obliged to help the tiny lady.

“You need help up there?” he asked, peering up from his seat.

“Huh?” the young woman glanced down between her arms and smiled at him. “That´s very kind of you, thanks, but I manage.” She then somehow shrank back to her normal size and stood there, with a shy grin and pulled up shoulders.

“I´m sorry, but may I…?” She pointed to the window seat.

“Oh, yes, sorry.” Kristoff made some efforts to peel himself out of his seat. For some reason, he seemed stuck. This was ridiculous and he swore under his breath, in his mind strangling the architect of this seating construction.

“Oh, you know what? Don´t bother yourself. Just hang on.” And with that, before Kristoff realised what was happening, the young lady started to climb over his legs, holding on with one hand to the backrest of his seat and with the other to the seat in front of them. Within a jiffy she´d swung herself with ease into the seat next to him and wriggled herself into a cosy position. Of course, she was small and delicate of figure. She could move in here like a little fish in the water. For a short moment, Kristoff envied the small person next to him. But then, excuse me, how rude was her behaviour. He couldn´t help to clear his throat and then stare back at his magazine. What else was there to do?

“Oh no!” The girl exclaimed.

“You´re alright?” Kristoff asked vaguely, glancing over briefly.

“I left my mobile up in my bag, and I thought of listening to some music.” She gnawed on her lips and was about to get up.

“Would you mind? I´m so sorry. But you don´t need to bother yourself again. I can just as well…”

“No. No. That´s totally fine, really!” Kristoff pushed himself out of his seat as fast as he could before someone could climb over him again for the second time within two minutes…

“Oh thanks! That´s so kind!”

After the energetic neighbour had plumped herself back into her window seat, Kristoff turned his attention to his book that he had fished out of his bag before sitting back again.

After the plane had taken off, the flight continued in a peaceful manner, for the girl had plugged her earpads and was listening to music all the time. Only the snack break would stop her from napping with little snores or then happily humming along to the songs. According to the tunes that emerged from her lips, she had to be listening to ABBA.

It was hard concentrating that way, but after a while Kristoff got used to it and for some reason the humming didn´t bother him as much anymore.

And when the plane finally landed, he was off as fast as possible to escape that tiny place and the crowd of people that were all around him.

***

Anna stood at the docks in awe. She had never been on a ship like this one or seen anything like it from close up. Excitement filled her and the thought of being part of this adventure for the next two weeks. The change of tapestry would do her good, she was sure. Since that dreadful time of new year, Anna hadn´t been able to go anywhere or participate in any activity really. The shock of catching Hans, cheating on her in such a horrifying way, had kept her ensnared for weeks. Her family hadn´t been of much help. Of course, they´d been helpless as well. In their ways, leaving her alone, for a good reason, Anna understood them. Finally, she had found relief and regained her composure by repeatedly talking to her aunt Gerda, who had shown her so much appreciative value and heart-care!

“Hi there. Are you alright?”

The friendly voice next to her interrupted her thoughts. Anna turned to face a lovely woman with big almond shaped eyes and ebony skin. Her hair was an impressive bunch of black, neatly combed into a braid that fell all down over her chest.

“Oh, hi. I´m sorry. I´ve never been on a ship like this and had to take a long look first.”

“Yes. It´s quite impressive, isn´t it. By the way, I´m Honeymaren.”

“Oh, I´m Anna. Nice to meet you. Are you going to work here, too?”

“Yes, I´m the 1st hostess and here to help if you have any questions. So, what are you going to do aboard?”

“Me? Oh, I´m here as a fitness instructress.”

“Ah. That is fantastic. Welcome aboard Arendelle lights! Come on, I will show you around and sign you in, alright?”

Anna was so grateful to have met Honeymaren. First, she seemed so kind and then, Anna would have a safe contact in case of an emergency on her behalf. She was about to get a bit nervous, though. If only she would not mess this up and make a fairly good job here!

Her cabin was alongside the other staff lodges, and she loved it. It was cosy, furnished and the bullseye-window was so cute!

The passengers would check in only the next morning, and for tonight there would be some sort of welcome party for all the ship-staff. Anna was looking forward to this event immensely. She desperately hoped to find some nice people to hang out with for the next two weeks and not being left on her own.

***

“Good evening, Dr. Bjorgman. Welcome aboard Arendelle lights. I hope you´re satisfied with your cabin and all?”

“Yes. Thank you. All fine.”

“That´s great. Have you met the captain yet?”

“Yes, I have. Thank you.”

“Wonderful. Well anyway. Enjoy your stay aboard and if you need anything or have any requests, don´t hesitate to contact me. Alright?”

“Yes. Thank you. As a matter of fact, that might well be the case since this is my first cruising tour you know.”

“Ah. Don´t worry. You´re not alone there. Our fitness instructress is new to this , too. You two might just as well stick together then?” Honeymaren smiled and winked sheepishly.

Dr. Bjorgman didn´t get it but was wondering how long he was supposed to endure this event, when the hostess put a hand onto his arm and waved with the other.

“Oh. There she is. Just hang on a second, I´ll introduce you. Hey Anna! Over here!”

Kristoff followed Honeymaren´s gestures and spotted an auburn-haired girl, who waved back into their direction excitingly. The humming girl! She hurried towards them, stopping abruptly upon seeing him. Her eyes widened and she pressed her lips together, pulling up her shoulders while stepping up to them.

“Hi there!” Anna lifted a shy hand to greet them both, constantly looking back and forth between Honeymaren and the man standing next to her.

“Hi Anna. May I introduce? This is Dr. Bjorgman. Dr. Bjorgman, this is Anna, our fitness instructress. You two might have business to talk?” With that, Honeymaren left them to themselves, she was needed somewhere else.

Silence.

“So, I hear this is your first cruising trip, too?” Kristoff asked awkwardly. Meeting the sportive lady again had not been on his mind to be honest.

“Yes, indeed. Goodness… Had I known.” Anna put a hand to her chest and shook her head, obviously embarrassed. “Seriously, I´m so sorry for bothering you on that flight and isn´t it funny, we sat right next to each other? But I was so nervous getting here. I mean excitingly nervous, not nervously nervous, you know?”

Her expression seemed truly apologetical, but friendly and enthusiastic.

No. He would know nothing about the feeling of being excitingly nervous.

“Yeah, sure. Don´t worry.”

They were standing, looking at the people mingling and grabbing drinks from the bar.

“Would you know what we are supposed to do now?” Anna asked uncertainly, gnawing on her lips.

She was nervous after all.He could tell.

“Frankly, I don´t know. For my part, I don´t like such functions. But I guess it´s part of the job.”

“Oh. I love meeting people. I´m just kind of unsure where to start.”

Why not getting her over to that bunch of people and then take a leave?

“We could grab a drink at the bar and join the party?” offered Kristoff with a sigh. Anna nodded feverishly and smiled at him, grateful for his suggestion.

So, when they got to the bar, the barkeeper greeted them with a friendly nod, offering them a “welcome drink”.

“Hellloooo!” A cheering voice sang into their ears from behind and Kristoff and Anna turned to look at a rather little fellow with light hair and big eyes. He grinned broadly and shook their hands enthusiastically.

“Hi! I´m Olaf and I love meeting you all!”

“Oh. How nice! And what are you doing here?” Anna beamed upon meeting someone so refreshing.

Olaf´s face lit up even more at Anna´s remark and he explained, “I´m responsible for the evening entertainment. And youare…?”

“Oh. I´m Anna. I´m the fitness instructress.”

“Aha. That´s lovely. And who is that funny looking grumpy head?” Olaf leaned towards Anna, conspiringly glancing in Kristoff´s direction.

“Oh. That´s… Dr. Bjorgman.” Anna shrugged, unsure of how to address the medical crew member respectfully. But Olaf wasn´t satisfied.

“Gosh, no. That´s too complicated. We are family here!” He waved a hand demandingly at Kristoff. The latter sensed his chances, repressed an amused chuckle, but smirked at the little one.

“It´s Kristoff.”

With that, he waved his goodbyes, wished them a nice evening, and left.

Maybe this wouldn´t be so bad after all. So far, they all seemed to be a friendly bunch of guys. And Anna was safely left in good hands with this Olaf.

This way, Kristoff felt less guilty… If you like to read on... find the complete fic on AO3

#Frozine #frozine volume 5 summer lovin #kristanna #fanfic #modern AU setting #summer jobs #Anna #Kristoff

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lihikainanea · 3 years

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Heyy ^^ i found ur blog yesterday and ive been ADDICTED to ur BFF!Bill stories!! they're so so good! I was wondering if you could write something about them both being on a plane, and when turbulence starts to happen tiger is just freaking out and bill has to calm and comfort her. omg that would be so adorable. also maybe them being cute at the airport before the flight, because tiger is all sleepy and soft. as you can tell, i've been desperate for some fluff hahah xx

HELLO NEW FRENN.

First of all, welcome bubs. Welcome welcome welcome to my crazy little corner of the interweb universe, I’m so happy that you stopped by and I’m so happy that you enjoy my insane babbles! do you have a favourite? I love hearing about your favourites.

Second of all, it’s strange to me that the people who are only starting to follow me now--ya’ll know a really special side of me. You know a weird, out of normal side of me. Because my job--I don’t talk about it--but normally, my job is 90% travel. Before this zombie virus hit, for years I was away for about 250-300 days a year. In 2019, I visited LA, Egypt, Iceland, London, Paris, Stockholm, Hong Kong, Japan, Cyprus, Ghana, Colombia, Phuket, Qatar, Milan, Bali, Stockholm, Abu Dhabi, Denmark, Norway--and that’s just to name a few. I was never home. I lived my life at 35,000 feet, in hotel rooms, never quite sure what continent I was on or what time zone I was in--and I loved it. That was the life for me.

And then 2020 hit and I just haven’t been the same since. In fact--because I think it’s important to talk about these things--this has hit me really hard lately, this nostalgia, this longing. And the main topic of my therapy sessions these days has been allowing myself to grieve for a life that I loved, that I may never get back. It’s rough, it’s really intense, and therapy has left me totally drained lately.

I have a few airport-comfort pieces on my #vacation bill tag on my Masterlist, because it meant so much to me at one point in my life. Don’t get me wrong, I was always treated very well when I flew and I had a lot of perks--but sometimes, sometimes it was hard too. When I was on malaria pills and only a few weeks out of a yellow fever vaccine, suffering from an insanely sensitive stomach in Ghana? I was curled up at the airport as my boss slowly gave me carbonated water, and I wanted to die. Curling up and just wanting to pass out on my 5th flight that was trying to get me to Vietnam, when I had no idea what day or what time it was, and all I wanted was to sleep--knowing that when I landed, I had 28 working hours ahead of me. That trip was hard. It was a lot of planes rides for short periods--so right as I started to drift off my seat would be slammed back into upright position, we were landing, and I had to shuffle out and shuffle onto another plane.

In any case, please let me indulge a moment in this because I am always here for Bill comforting tiger in all scenarios.

Bill flies a lot, so he’s used to all of it. He knows airports are chilly, and airplanes are often even more chilly. He knows that tiger errs on the side of cold always anyway, so he packs a few extra sweaters just because he knows that like...she doesn’t. She doesn’t think of it. And make no mistake, the extra sweaters are for him--because he always gives her the sweater off his back. She’s more comforted that way, it’s warm and it smells like him and she always huddles into it.

And it’s not that travelling stresses tiger out--she quite enjoys it actually--but it’s all just so thrilling, that sometimes she has a hard time focusing. Bill is a high roller, man he has access to all the lounges and always either flies business class, or is ballin’ enough to be bumped to business class just when the airline agents see how many points he has. And tiger is just taking it all in--the wine in the lounge, the fanciness of it all, the prestige. She’s all up in ends and Bill has to help kind of ground her--just be that steady presence that keeps her in check, tells her to eat. He fixes a plate for her always, because tiger is like a kid in a candy store and there’s just so much to be amazed about. He thinks it’s adorable, god she makes his heart skip a few beats, but he knows she’s also looking for a bit of stability, some anchor that she can hold onto amidst all the excitement--and that’s what he is.

They, obviously, always sit together on the plane. She always gets lots of head scritchies to help her relax and fall asleep. And listen, if turbulence should hit? He’s all over it. I, low key, really love turbulence--man that shit will just rock you right to sleep. I’ve been on a few flights where I have legitimately been scared--I’ve been on flights where an engine blew out after take off and we had to emergency land, or a flight where the tail of the aircraft split clean in half about 3,000 ft above ground and we had a crash landing, I’ve been on flights where the back wheels hit the runway and then the pilot had to take off again at almost a 90 degree angle because an aircraft was too close in front of him and I’ve nearly passed out from the G force. And actually the flight to Bali from Qatar was very turbulent--but I’ve mostly been able to retain my calm. No plane in history has ever been downed by turbulence alone.

Bill knows that. He’s used to it. But tiger? Tiger has all of her claws dug into his forearm the minute the plane starts to shake even just slightly. It rouses him from a deep sleep--his goofy eye mask on and all--and he lifts it and squints at her. He’s a little grumpy, but the minute he sees the pure panic etched on her face, he morphs into caretaker mode immediately.

“It’s okay kid,” he says, “It’s just a rough patch.”

Sure enough, the seatbelt sign dings and the announcement from the captain comes on.

“Bill...” she says, and there’s a hint of a whine in her voice. He wishes he could just squeeze in close to her, just envelop her in his arms but the centre console between their seats separates them. He reaches his arm around her anyway, cranes so he can kiss her temple.

“We’re okay tiger,” he says into her ear, “Turbulence is normal. Nothing to worry about.”

She whines again, reaching a hand and she balls it into his t-shirt. He moves his hand to her hair, scritching lightly.

“Just breathe kid,” he says, “It’s okay.”

He can’t ding the flight attendant because they can’t move during turbulence anyway, so instead he reaches for his water bottle and uncaps it, offers it to her.

“Drink,” he instructs. She takes a small sip, but she tenses the minute the plane starts to rock again.

“We’re okay, I promise,” he says, “Turbulence isn’t dangerous kid. Not in the slightest.”

She looks unsure, everything about her is tense and worried.

“Hey,” he says and he taps her nose “You trust me?”

“Of course I trust you.”

“And you know how much I fly?”

“Yes.”

“It’s nothing kid,” he reassures, “Try and relax. Come here, I’ll rub your tummy.”

“I don’t need my--”

But listen, he manages to combine their blankets and creates a cocoon around the two of them. He reaches over and reclines her seat back a bit, boosts up the foot rest so she’s comfortable, and then under the blanket he lifts her shirt a little--and his warm hand just rubs back and forth, massages on her lower stomach just how she likes. He puts a pillow on the centre console, pulls the blanket up a little and pulls her over so she can lean across it--and then he rests his thumb on her lips.

“Billy--” she mumbles, but he hushes her.

“No one can see kid,” he kisses her nose softly, “I promise. Go on.”

#bill skarsgard #bill skarsgard drabble #BFF!Bill #soft bill

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songofthealps · 3 years

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@aphrarepairweek2021

Day five: Soulmates~

Pairing: SwissNor (Nyo!Switzerland and Norway) (Lara and Lukas)

Word Count: 1105

AU: Human, Soulmates

Lara was young, and just getting started in the world. In university, the woman was studying to be a medical doctor. Hours were grueling, and most of the nights she didn’t end up sleeping much, if at all. But, such was life. Thank whatever existed above that she didn’t have to be around her friends for spring break, she’d booked a trip to Norway, because nothing was going to be better than getting them off of her back.

Most, if not all, of them had found their soulmates. Lovely words written on their wrists that they’d gush about for hours on end while she tied her hair up and shoved her earbuds in. She did wonder, deep down in her heart of hearts, what was wrong with her. Was she too stubborn? Not pretty? Did the universe decide it needed more doctors and less lovers? When school was in session she didn’t have time to think about it, but now that it was out… She’d make sure she had no time to think about it.

The flight to Norway was quick enough for her liking, she’d grabbed her luggage, made her way through the airport as quickly as she could, and the caught an uber to the air b&b she was going to be staying at. Deciding that it wasn’t worth being cooped up all day in the home, she decided to go out and explore, heading off down the street to look around Bergen.

Unbeknownst to her, walking down the same street, but at a much more rapid pace was Lukas. The man was also in university, studying to be an architect. He was headed to his part time job at the café he worked at, helped to pay for university for him. And, like Lara, helped to keep his mind off of the fact that he also didn’t seem like he had a soulmate.

All of Lukas’s friends had theirs, and even his younger brother. If he had to look at the words that had formed on various parts of their bodies he was going to scream. He’d stopped checking himself daily for the words, deciding if he did have one they were taking too long, and he was no longer interested. The next person that asked was getting a coffee tossed at them, and hard.

A few hours had passed with Lara getting her fill of the sights in Bergen, and Lukas wondering how many more teens he was going to have to serve coffee too. It was right around the end of his shift when a woman who didn’t look like she was from here walked in. Lovely, might as well try English with this one.

“Hello, welcome to Kaffemisjonen. Can I get something started for you?”

“Oh, yeah, I’ll take an iced latte, and a slice of whichever cake you like the most.”

He’d called out to another barista to make the latte, and gone to get her slice of cake, when he came back to take her card, he raised an eyebrow.

“You’re without your soulmate?”

“I don’t.. I don’t have one.” She replied with the raise of one eyebrow.

“You might want to look right there.” He’d raised his finger to tap at his clavicle.

Lara, to her credit, shook her head. “No, I don’t have one, I didn’t have a mark this morning, excuse me. I’ll be right back.”

“….Weird.” He shook his head. “She wasn’t even worried about her ca—Oh.” His long sleeved shirt had moved down a bit as he’d moved her card, and he could see some words were formed there. His had shaking, he moved his sleeve down, “Oh, yeah, I’ll take an iced latte, and a slice of whichever cake you like the most.” And that was when he backed into the counter, shattering a few cups and plates in the process. Chest heaving, he didn’t even stick around long enough to clean, he simply rushed towards the bathroom, her card in his hand.

Lara, as this was going on, had locked herself in the bathroom, and with shaking hands was pulling down her shirt to see her collar bone. “Hello, welcome to Kaffemisjonen. Can I get something started for you?” Him, it was him. She’d never found her soulmate because he wasn’t from Switzerland, he was in Norway all of this time.

And she was crying.

Pounding on the door of the bathroom prompted her to splash some water on her face, and make her way to open the door. The person pounding wasn’t a woman with her kids, it wasn’t even a woman, it was the barista whose words were now on her body for the rest of her life.

“….Hey.”

“Hey.”

“So um..” Lara was never lost for words, but this time she was having a hard time speaking through the lump in her throat. “It’s.. You, you’re my so… My sou..” She shook her head, the tears were coming again. “Sorry.”

It was odd for Lukas, seeing his words on another’s body. He looked at her, she was tiny, only about five feet tall, blonde, her hair was long, it looked to go to around the middle of her back, large emerald colored eyes. She was pretty, and he had no idea how he’d gotten her. But, fate seemed to know.

“Oh.. Don’t cry.” Perhaps she was upset that it was him. Sure, he was decent looking, tall, somewhat muscular, also blonde, eyes that were so blue they almost looked violet. Taller than she. “It’s alright, we’re in different countries so we don’t even have to…” At least he got to see her, and he had one.

“Can I hug you?”

It took him out of his mental beat down, and he could barely nod before she was wrapping her arms around him, and he was doing the same. She fit well in his arms, smaller, something he felt he needed to protect. He just pulled her closer to him, tugging her out of the way of the bathroom.

“I’m Lukas, you might as well know my name, I’ve been waiting for you all of my life.”

“Don’t worry, I’ve been doing the same, wondering when you’d come to me. My name is Lara. This is.. Shocking, but I feel so lucky.”

“We might live in different places, but I am sure the two of us can figure out something, make it work, we’re not that far.” He hadn’t let go, but neither had she.

“Mmmhm, might as well sit down and talk about it, but for now.. I think I’ll keep hugging you for a bit.”

#aphrarepairweek2021 #aph norway #hws norway #nyotalia #nyo switzerland #romance #soulmates #swissnor

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folerdetdufoler · 4 years

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hey kerry!! would you ever write a fic set during the pandemic? or would that be to stressful? what kind of fic would that be?

ah, i think this was prompted by this tweet, and i didn’t want to answer until i had updated that au.

officially? no. or at least not yet. It feels weird like…romanticizing a situation that is killing people across the globe. i don’t watch or read horror/thriller/sci-fi to have any other base knowledge on how a pandemic happens or is contained, even in a fictional setting, so i don’t know if creating a different kind of pandemic would feel less weird and/or accurate.

but i’ve been thinking about it. It’s hard not to, to not exist in a literal nightmare and use comfort characters to mentally survive it. i’ve projected my desires onto them, i’ve hoped for the idea of love to be enough to change people’s behaviors and move them to protect each other. i’m interested in how people have built and destroyed trust, how it’s shaped relationships, and how it’s challenged different worldviews. add a dash of competent government and i go feral. so like, technically…yes. vaguely.

it should go without saying, but it’s (always) a skam AU. it’s always isak and even. i don’t know how it’s being handled in norway, so it would have to be set in america. isak and even would still be norwegian though. and we’re going to add a little unrealistic emergency to make their meeting actually happen.

the borders closed. by the time isak got to the airport, every possible flight was cancelled. he couldn’t even do some kind of convoluted frog-leap through different countries just to get back to his own continent. he was stuck. the ticketing agent behind the desk gave him a sympathetic look and then waved him away, inviting the next soon-to-be-disappointed customer forward. before he left, though, he reached into his backpack and pulled out a disposable mask from the large pack he’d managed to buy before heading to the airport. he slammed it onto the counter. “wear it.”

isak dragged his bag over to the far wall of windows, near the entrance, where the benches were quickly filling up with disgruntled international travelers. he had to sit down and think and research, to figure out what his next step would have to be.

“they’re still not letting people in, eh?” a deep voice two seats to his left asked in english. isak looked over at it, because he wasn’t sure if it was a genuine or sarcastic answer. unfortunately the face he needed to read was devastatingly handsome, and caused his throat to close up before he could answer properly.

“uh….”

“no english?”

“um, no. i mean yes, i speak english.” isak was fluent from his upbringing, but the last year of attending school in america definitely helped. his inability to communicate in this moment was due to the other man’s mouth, not his own. “and no, i can’t get a flight because the borders are closed.”

“i would say it’s a smart move except i’m locked out too.” the man smiled, and his eyes softened, so if he had been sarcastic before, he wasn’t anymore.

“norway?” isak asked, hopeful. he’d clocked the man’s accented english, and they were both sitting across from a scandinavian airline counter, but he couldn’t distinguish between the countries.

“norge,” he confirmed with a little nod.

for some reason isak continued in english. perhaps he felt like he had more authority with it. he bent over to his bag to get another mask out, pulling it by the straps. he offered it to his new norwegian acquaintance. “please put this on.” he got a confused look in return, and no move to accept the protective covering. it pained isak to insist that the man cover up half of his face, but he pressed. “please, for your safety.”

“is that why you’re wearing one?”

“i’m wearing one because norway closed its borders. norway knows how dangerous this virus is. you should wear one too.”

the man reached out a hand but didn’t quite grab the mask. “i can’t tell if you know more about what is actually going on or if you’re…crazy.” the soft eyes had gone serious and calculating. “but if i put it on, will you tell me?”

“what?”

he took the mask. he was clumsy putting it on, but anyone would be if it were their first time. he hooked it around his ears and pulled it up over his nose and mouth, watching isak while he did, as if he were a mirror. isak pinched the bridge of his nose to get the man to copy him, fitting the mask to his face. once he did, the man twisted to face isak straight on. “i’m even.” his voice was muffled, but isak’s ear was already straining to distinguish it from the rest of the airport noise around them. “i want to go home. you do too. can we figure out a plan together?”

“i—um, i don’t know. i have to talk to my school first. and then maybe the consulate.”

“what’s your name?”

“isak.”

the mask did nothing to stop the man—even—from smiling. the mask traveled with his cheeks right up to his squinting eyes. “i’d shake your hand but i feel like that’s not a good idea.”

“you are correct. we shouldn’t be touching.”

“okay, i won’t touch you. but can we talk? my employer said i should fly home, but i think it’s too late. i don’t know what to do.”

isak took a deep breath. he looked around them, at the way the counters were drawing lines of increasingly anxious travelers. the empty seat between them was going to be high value real estate soon, and he could tell someone wasn’t going to allow it to remain a buffer for their safety. “i don’t know either.” he looked back at even. “do you work in manhattan?”

“yes. is that where you go to school?”

isak nodded. it was a small comfort, meeting a neighbor from the other side of the ocean, who also happened to be a neighbor on the other side of the east river. “okay. well. i don’t want to stay here. it’s going to get crazy as more borders close. we should…we should go back.”

“share a cab?”

isak took in the man’s face, still handsome even when it was hidden behind a mask. some of his hair was stuck in the straps at his ears, and isak noticed that the style was slightly disheveled, probably from anxious fingers. but it was the eyes that convinced him. in just a few minutes, in such a short conversation, isak had come to trust them. he trusted the eyes that glanced out the window at the taxi stand. and when Even stood up and threw the long strap of his bag across his chest, isak followed. they stepped out into a gust of cold, early spring air, and headed toward a waiting taxi. whatever their next step would be, they would take it together.

anyway yeah, that’s the start. that’s the beginning of the pandemic, and that’s the beginning of isak and even. isak is a student, going for his masters at NYU in biology, but he’s going to switch to epidemiology almost immediately, for obvious reasons. even…well, i don’t know where he works, or why, but he’s not in school. his office is going to close and he’s going to have to work remote. isak’s basic understanding of diseases and community spread give him a slight advantage in that he knows what he needs to stock up on and is doing it now. so he has a small, but safe apartment to stay in. isak shares some of his hand sanitizer and masks and they go to opposite ends of the island. he bonded with even initially, while they tried to figure out their status in lockdown, but then they separate and try to go about their lives as normally as possible. isolation will hit hard of course, and they’ll reach out to each other again, looking for answers and any kind of connection back home. even shares what his mother reports on in oslo, and isak shares the research that he has better access to. they zoom for work, and for school, and then they zoom each other. isak still trusts those eyes through a screen, and he wonders if he should trust them in person as well. because as the fear and uncertainty grows over the next few weeks, while they still can’t get home, at least there’s a little bit of steady right in front of them. And they crave it more and more. And…more….

#kerrywrites #idk maybe i'll make this into a one shot later #i feel like i would have to finish magic eight ball first #and sorry if the cut didn't work #if this is taking over your dash

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kaleidescope-writes · 4 years

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Heart of Audrilluria- Chapter I; Simplicity

Modern Fairytale AU

Prince!Tom Hiddleston x Theif!Reader

“Tell me again what we’re after?” Y/N asked for the umpteenth time since they arrived at the airport. After being in the airport for seemingly endless hours,Y/N and Amelia were almost to the entrance of the terminal. The airport, as usual, was crowded with people who'd spent an unbearable amount of hours there. Whether it was business, leisure, or family visits, everyone had somewhere to go. Simple people living simple lives. Y/N had almost forgotten what that looked like. Usually, when she traveled, it was to a specific place for a specific target. Today was no different.

This time around, they were boarding a flight to Blythenon, an Isle directly in the center of the North Sea. It’s only about 5,512mi sq.(about the size of Puerto Rico) and despite its relatively close distance to the United Kingdom, Norway, and Germany, it has its own government. The island has a population of about 3.254 million and is home to the Kingdom of Audrilluria. Even in the 21st century, people still ruled as kings and queens.

The benefit to this, in Y/N's eyes, is that instead of having to charm a rich man and take his money after a few distasteful dates, she had a specific target that required little to no up-close interaction with the Kingdom's nobility.

"We are after a necklace called the Heart of Audrilluria." Amelie reminded her with a snarky tone. "It's the crown jewel most valuable to the country. The necklace itself is worth more than $900 billion. There is a replica worth only half, but it's still substantial. The target is the authentic necklace, but if we can get our hands on the replica, it would be hard to tell it apart from the original." Y/N nodded, the wheels in her head turning. She already began to develop a plan to get to their target without creating suspicion to the presence of the supposed daughters of the Spanish Marquess.

"What's your plan?" Amelie asked, knowing the look on her sister's face all too well. "I'm working on it. So far, it's the same as always; find someone close enough to the target, form the false-bond, and wait for the perfect moment." Y/N replied, a hint of a smirk graced her features.

"Ah yes," Amelie teased, "The ol' reliable false-bond." She giggled, earning a playful glare from Y/N. "Hey," she retorted, "How many times has the false-bond made a job quick? How many times were other methods we've tried failed?" Amelie laughed once more. Every time they fight, the reliability of the false-bond somehow makes its way into the conversation.

"Ok, ok! Just don't let the false-bond plan keep you from boarding the plane," Amelie snorts as she walks past her sister to the entrance of the terminal.

Y/N sighs and starts to follow Amelie. This is the first time the target was worth more than a few million. This was a high-risk job that required more than just a false-bond approach. If any little thing were to go wrong, they were screwed for sure. If they failed, being permanently incarcerated in a foreign country was the very least of her worries. They had a lot more to lose than their own lives. The entirety of the flight would be spent devising plan A through Z and an "In case of Emergency" per plan.

This was going to be a long flight.

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Prince Thomas William Hiddleston of Audrilluria, soon to be king. This single thought circled his mind endlessly as he looked at himself in the mirror. Dressed to the nines in his royal white and gold garments, he prepared himself, more mentally than physically, for the upcoming onslaught of questions from the press. This is something he should be used to, but there is more pressure on him now that his father, King James, is bestowing the throne to him.

It's not so say he was unprepared for the upcoming coronation. His father taught him all he needed to know. He simply felt that there were certain things he wouldn't experience. Amongst those were working an honest job, learning from personal mistakes, and truly falling in love. After he is crowned, there would be a high expectancy for him to find a queen. It would be rushed and not feel genuine.

Thomas sighed, looking away from the mirror to the window beside it. He was conflicted between the acceptance of responsibility that comes with the throne and longing for some sort of normalcy. Maybe it just wasn't for everyone.

His thoughts were interrupted by a knock on the door. He turned to find that the person that interrupted him was none other than his beloved cousin, Charles.

"Am I catching you at a bad time," Charles asked making his way into the room. Thomas shook his head, "Not at all cousin. You know you are always welcome." Charles gives him a puzzled look, "Are you sure? Brooding while looking over your kingdom seems like something to be done in privacy. Are you practicing for when you become king?"

Thomas chuckled, shaking his head slightly. He walked up to his cousin and fixed the slightly messy tie from Charles's suit. "Is there a reason you're here, or are you simply making sure I haven't run away before I address the people?"

Charles smirks, "Actually yes, I'm making sure you don't run away to that life you dream of so fondly." He knew all too well that Thomas dreamed of the simple life he would never get the chance to experience on his own."I'm also here to inform you that we need to start making our way to the meeting room. You wouldn't want to make the press wait too long and begin to spread rumors!" Charles walked out of the room as suddenly as he came in, leaving Thomas alone once more.

"The rumors would be the very least of my worries today," Thomas said to the empty space his cousin once occupied. It was true that he wouldn't experience simplicity with his lifestyle. It's so odd how something so trivial could be seen as a luxury to him. He'd been in the spotlight all his life, so why was this just now bothering him?

Thomas shook his head, it was best he didn't think about such things now. He had to give his royal address regarding the next two weeks. He could think about that after the press. After all, two weeks was enough time to come to terms with his future arrangement as king. The next two weeks would be his final goodbye to the life he longed for since childhood.

For now, he had to put on a show for the media. They've waited long enough, he thought to himself as he finished the final touches on his garments before heading out the door. Let the show begin.

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A/N: First Chapter done!! Let me know what you think!! Chapter 2 will be posted sometime next week!

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the-delta-42 · 4 years

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Marinette and Mjolnir

Based on This by @lenoreofraven

repost of This by me

1 [here], 2 [here], 3 [here]

The first Marinette knew of Thor being planet side was when Hail started levitating, Hail and Eruption had been gifts from Thor after she managed to pass the test Odin had set before her, before she took Guardianship of the Reality Stone. Marinette had named them herself, they had been made using the Uru metal that made most, if not all, Asgardian weapons. Marinette had gone onto work with the Avengers, in both big and small conflicts, until the sceptre had been retrieved and Ultron had been born. Then thing went south for a while.

Ever since the Ultron debacle, the Avengers, and any other members who had been on loan from before Ultron such as Ladybug herself, had gone their separate ways until they were called on again.

Marinette had walked into her living room to find Natasha and Tony waiting for her. They gave a quick explanation of the forming events, how Steve was refusing to sign the Sokovia Accords and how the Team had been split. They didn’t know that Marinette already knew and had already picked her side. She told them she was going to deposit a couple of things in her room before talking to them. She then left via her balcony and met up with Clint, before joining him with Steve and Bucky.

There was the battle at the airport, with only Captain America, Bucky and Ladybug making it to the plane. Tony met up with them and everything was fine. Until the truth was revealed and everything that they had been fighting over had been for nothing. Marinette returned to Paris with a warning from Ross, as she technically had helped. When asked, Marinette would always deny any knowledge when Captain America broke everyone out.

Marinette broke herself from her musings, before summoning a globe towards her. Her powers were that of creation, manifesting during an Akuma attack, when she launched the Akuma, a couple of builders calling themselves Ground Pound, across the Seine. Marinette was the target of quite a few reporters for the next couple of days.

Marinette’s eyes glowed, before a small pinprick appeared on Norway. Marinette internally smirked and then went downstairs. Peter was over on an exchange, while Cassie was over with her mother and stepfather. All of them were given free range of the Bakery while they were there. Marinette saw Peter and an annoying little brother, which made things weird when she found out that Peter was older than her.

Peter opened his mouth to say hello, when Marinette created a portal and walked into Norway. The sight that greeted her was dull, just a green field with the Bifrost making burnt into the grass and Mjolnir laying in shards.

Marinette froze, slowly making her way to the hammer, kneeling down and touching the shards, not believing her eyes. Marinette frowned, before shrugging her jacket off and piling the broken hammer into it as best as she could. She rose to her feet and opened another portal and walked back into her family’s living room.

Peter now understood what Marinette’s friend meant by ‘the arms’, although, he was more focused on what seemed to be a small animal, until Marinette put it down and the handle rolled out. Marinette reached into her pocket and pulled out her phone and dialled a number.

“Hey, Tony, I know you’re watching the light blink, but Thor was planet side and- oh now you pick up!” Said Marinette, leaning back on her heels, “Yes, Thor, Goldilocks, God of Thunder, was planet side, in Norway and something broke him hammer.”

Marinette was silent, before saying, “No, he’s not, from what I’ve seen he’s gone back to Asgard. Yes, his hammer is really broken, that’s actually why I called, I need a bar, maybe two of gold.”

Peter tried not to choke as Marinette said that, while Cassie’s mouth just dropped open, “Yes, you heard me right, yes when I say gold, I mean solid gold. What do you mean what do I need it for? It should be obvious.”

Marinette was quiet as Tony said something, before she said, “Gold is the only earth metal that will be able to successfully deal with the amount of power Mjolnir is imbued with. You’re a billionaire, you’ll think of something.”

Marinette then hung up, before she turned her attention to the hammer itself, muttering to herself “Tony will probably take a week.”

Tony, in fact did not take a week, only two days after the call, Tony turned up at College Francoise Dupont with two bars of gold and a half-scowl half-smile look on his face. Marinette felt a bit bad about asking him for the gold. Tony, and Happy after he parked the car, were fine with Marinette fetching the broken hammer from her home. When Marinette came back, Alya quietly pulled her aside. Alya told Marinette how Lila had said she was personal friends with Tony Stark, within hearing range of Tony Stark. Marinette could only imagine how well that went down. Marinette found Peter busting his gut laughing, as Lila was being held in place by on of Tony’s suits. Tony, for someone who had gotten no sleep and then lied about, was remarkably calm.

Marinette quietly cleared her throat, making everyone look at her, Marinette held up the bag that had the remains of the hammer in it, before walking over to Tony and emptying that bag.

Tony silently handed her one of the bars of gold. While everyone knew about Marinette’s powers, they had never been seen up close. Marinette waved her hand, making the fragments fit together, before her eyes glowed and morphed the gold bar into a liquid, making it go between the cracks of the hammer, before the second bar took over when the first was used up, with the leftover gold making a small cage to keep the fragments in place.

Marinette got to her feet and picked the hammer up.

“Alright, since Goldilocks is probably going to want this back, who wants to hold the hammer?”

Tony was the first to volunteer, his face taking a shocked look when the Hammer gained a large weight and dropped to the ground. After that everyone tried to pick the hammer up, Lila humiliating herself trying to pick it up.

Marinette frowned when the Hammer remained on the floor. Experimentally, she opened her hand and the Hammer flew into her grasp.

The following Akuma was not fun. Not. At. All. Fun.

*3 and a half years later*

Marinette swallowed as she, Adrien and Thor walked through Paris. After checking the memorials, Marinette had found that her parents were lost, as well as roughly half of their class. She was, however, spared of seeing the names of the other Miraculous users, running into Alya, Nino and Chloe while she was there. Adrien and Marinette quickly caught up with the others, Thor had stood off to the side, only saying something when Marinette introduced him.

The snap had cost them all, their friends, family and even their pets were lost. For Thor, Marinette and Adrien, however, it was devastating, the earrings were damaged beyond use, Tikki unable to manifest a physical form, Adrien had his arm taken by the Titan and Thor held himself to blame for Thanos succeeding.

Thor would’ve drowned himself in Fortnite and Beer, if Marinette hadn’t taken Stormbreaker and said to Thor that he can have the axe back when he was going to be responsible for his people. Things were tense shortly after, until Thor and Marinette had gotten into a screaming match and Marinette saying that unlike Thor, some were directly responsible, since she failed to protect the Reality stone. Thor had shut up, quickly after that. Marinette said for her failure, Thanos managed to win and it cost everything.

Marinette had vanished for a few days, before they found her sitting under a tree in the pouring rain. They all agreed on one thing, Thanos’s name will never be spoken.

“No one’s bought the Bakery and the Bank hasn’t tried anything.” Said Nino, looking at the three, “Namely because Chloe grew a heart and managed to convince her father to get the bank to back off.”

Chloe quietly scoffed, pretending to look at her nails.

“Yeah, Chloe has actually gotten kinder,” Said Alya, “Although, some people that’s because she-”

Chloe then screeched, making everyone flinch, “Don’t. Finish. That. Sentence.”

Marinette slowed as they reached the doors of the Bakery. With a shaky hand, she unlocked the door and pushed it open. Marinette saw some mouldy pastries, her nose wrinkling in disgust, having no doubt that the rest of the food that wasn’t long lasting had met the same fate. Marinette slowly made her way up the stairs, she reached her hand out and Mjolnir flew into her grasp.

Marinette turned around and held the hammer out to Thor.

“I think this belongs to you.”

#miraculous ladybug #Avengers #marinette dupain cheng #adrien agreste #tony stark #thor #mjolnir #marivenger #delta writes #marivenger au

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We Didn’t Start

@theincaprincess you requested We Didn’t Start the Fire by Billy Joel, and here it is. :D

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“What are you wearing?” Your three week more than friend not quite boyfriend Mark chuckled out as you stepped out of the guest room of his two story mansion in LA. It was a twelve hour flight post connections when his private jet hit a couple storms you ended up having to finish the ride on a bus from the airport his supposed driver crew couldn’t find a clear path to around traffic.

“You said we were going to eat at your friend’s place.”

He chuckled again, “Seriously? That’s what you wear to get high in?” He asked with a shrug shifting his ratty hooded jersey over his sweats partially covering his thousand dollar designer sneakers. “Whatever floats your boat. We can take the jag, it’ll match your crimson.”

Lifting a finger you asked, “Get high?”

He nodded, “Ya, I’m traveling most of the year so when it’s me and the boys we light one up and just chill. Sean said he was bringing Linda so I thought you two could giggle out some girl talk between some passes.”

“I don’t do high.” You replied feeling the final tether of his supposed almost romance weekend that you had primped for when you are not normally a primper just to try and have this go better than your last disaster strong of dates.

“What do you mean? Just kick back have some fun.”

“That’s not fun for me. Do not tell me you flew me all the way out here so I could watch you and your buddies smoke a joint.”

“It’s what I do to chill, look I don’t need this.” He said swatting his hand on the air then pointed towards the door, “I’m going, you coming?”

“No.” You said halfway stunned in his demeanor and smooth stroll to the garage making you roll your eyes in his leaving your sight and turn back to your borrowed room.

The car fired up and peeled out of the drive and you muttered in pulling your phone from your clutch, “Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck you very much Mark for this colossal waste of time you giant string bean pot smoking half assed flashy head up his ass-,”

Across the screen your uncle’s contact page was pulled up and the number was dialing as you lifted the phone to your ear. “Gum ball, how are you sugar? Thought you were on a date.”

“Ugh,” you replied and his posture went rigid knowing how furious you were from your tone.

“How bad?”

“Twelve hours it took to fly out here, and all so he can invite me not to a dinner but to get high with him and his friends!”

“Where are you? Is he still there?”

“I said I wasn’t going to smoke with him so he left.”

“Give me his address I’ll have Benny pick you up. Our hotel is full but my buddy Reggie always has a room on standby. I’ll call you back gum ball. Just hang tight and try not to commit arson.”

“But it’s all so flammable,” you sighed out making him smirk in hanging up and you sat on the bed. Muttering, “Fuck you mark,” as you blocked his number on your phone you set on your lap starting to go through the ten pictures you had together in passing meetings at various hotels and events for work. Each one adding stickers of various characters from films into each one to blot him out.

A distant doorbell had you standing after your phone lit up with a message from your uncle that Benny had said he’d arrived at the house. Another drive later, post locking of his door you should have drawn a very insulting doodle or something to really get the point across that he should just drop dead after losing your number, and you were pulling up to one of the fanciest hotels you had seen in your life. Well beyond your budget that you had planned for a tiny bit of splurging on yourself but at the desk Reggie was there to enforce the fact that this was all on the house. The spacious hotel room complete with living and dining room off a tiny corner kitchen.

Still irritated beyond belief you decided some food would help. So off you went to search for food. On the street full of places to eat you would think that you might be able to get something to eat. However you would be wrong.

Tapping a fingernail to the side of the glass your screwdriver you were nursing after having finished two to the tune of Tiny Dancer at the bar waiting for an availability in the half empty building claiming to sell food. Another sip of your drink later and a large body tried to slide between the stools bolted to the floor to get the attention of the bartender across the way trying to get the number of the blonde model on the other end of the bar trying to score something ‘fun’ of her own to take home. “I think you might need a D cup to get his attention.” You said in lifting your glass turning his head to look you over.

Forcing yourself to keep from chocking on your drink when you realized it was Jason Momoa now sitting down in the stool beside you sighing as the women across the way started to flash him smirks and finger waves even though his wedding ring was sparkling away on his left hand in clear view. “Can I say one thing? Completely respectfully?” His head shifted to catch your purple eyes that had his head turning more, “I have to say, your wife is stunning.” That had the stunned actor grinning widely as you looked forward again, repeating, “stunning.” You fell silent again and his grinning self looked to the bartender again only to nearly scowl seeing him turning more to lean fully across the bar to touch the woman’s necklace he was complimenting.

Grumbling back he replied, “I take it your date’s on the way.”

Lowering the glass you gave a rapid giggle making his brow arch up in his inspection of your clearly date ready appearance in prime date hours. “Trust me, I don’t want to spoil your night. I didn’t want to spoil mine, but clearly,” you said with hand gesturing at yourself cross legged on the tall stool trying to keep staring ahead and not at the reflection of the group of actors coming to join Jason. “You keep having a lovely night, one of us should.” You sighed out and his gaze shifted to his friends approaching him wondering who had distracted their friend from seeing if they could order some bottles of their wine to go.

Will Smith came over alongside Henry Cavill, Margot Robbie and Gal Gadot from a fan event for the films they were promoting. The first in line, Will, asked with a smirk, “Did you forget the wine buddy?”

Jason gestured to the bartender and you repeated, “He doesn’t have double d’s.”

Gal giggled and Margot asked looking you over noticing you were on at least your second drink, “Were you stood up honey?”

In a glance at her you shook your head and said softly, “Apparently there’s no room. I’m on the list.”

Gal slid a bowl of nuts closer from in front of a distracted man behind her, “Maybe you should eat,”

You shook your head, “Allergic.” Back away from you she nudged the bowl and your eyes landed on Will to say, “Jada has fantastic legs.”

Instantly he smiled at you and Jason said, “My new friend here says my wife is stunning as well.”

“So stunning,” You muttered again turning your glass in a partial circle. “The both of you, wow, you have reached wow level.” Making the pair of women grin and than you complimenting you in return.

“Thank you, Apparently I’m not dressed for fun-,” you muttered out tapping your nail on the glass again you really wanted to throw at the bartender still bothering the woman across the bar.

Henry asked, “So no date then? I mean, you look, like you’re ready for a date.”

You shook your head and Jason said, “Apparently it would spoil our nights to know what happened.”

Margot asked with a pat on your hand resting on the bar, “Come on, tell us,” nodding her head to the bar, “We got time.”

Gal said, “Yes, I highly doubt you could spoil our night at all.”

“Mark,” you stated making the men’s brows inch up and the ladies settle onto the stools to your left leaning on the bar to settle in for the clear rollercoaster ahead giving Henry a clear view of you on the end of the bar to the right of Will and his creeping smirk. “I got invited out to spend the weekend out here, I’ve spent the past five months in mud and muck through storm after storm in my latest job off in Scotland, Ireland and Norway, pretty much anywhere you can find a body’s worth of mud and surprise sink holes to get stuck in for some body tearing Viking style battle cinematic master-, anyways, Mark calls me up. We’ve been talking online and texting for months now since we met back when he was supposed to do some slam, or something basketball charity related. Back and forth phone tag then three weeks back he passes over his schedule so we have a bite when we are in the same airport. Not even my boyfriend yet, never even brought up the word yet.

Will, “Mmm,” shaking his head, “Player.”

“What I thought, but hey, all my friends said, get back on the horse, so, date wouldn’t hurt. He calls me, ‘I’ll fly you out to my place up in the hills, come out, meet the guys they’ve been dying to meet my girl’,”

Will, “Girl’s a bad sign,”

“Again, horse.” You inhaled then said patting your hand on the bar, “Twelve hours, on a private jet-, I flew from Texas, twelve, hours,”

The men bit their lips to keep from chuckling at your momentary glare of into the distance and Gal asked, “How?”

“I don’t know, storm here, freak alarm going off, ended the trip with a bus ride that I could have just taken myself from the start and gotten there faster no doubt. Then there’s too much traffic to send a driver because he’s out running drills.”

Will, “Asshole,”

“I gets bigger,” I get there, huge place, grand tour, shows me the guest room says to go pamper myself after the long trip, apologies galore.” Again you tapped your fingers on the counter making Jason smirk behind you, “I took a shower, I blow dried my hair-,”

They eyed your full head of curls perfectly shaped into an elegant bun, and Will said along with Henry, “Oh no,”

“Oh yes, 45 minutes to just dry it, and that towel dry hair having head up his ass ball player is on the other side of the door in a ratty hooded jersey, sweats and his thousand dollar sneakers saying I’m not dressed for fun!”

Will’s mouth dropped open and Henry said, “Idiot,” while Margo said, “Screw him!” to Gal’s shaking her head, “Imbecile.”

“This,” you lifted your hands to do air quotes, “’dinner’, he invited me to with his friends wasn’t a dinner. His idea of fun is hanging out and lighting one up with his ‘boys’.”

Will shook his head, “Dumb ass.”

Pointing at your foot you stuck out you said, “I put on my look at my ass heels, I went strapless so I have a corset on, I had my brows shaped day before yesterday…That burns. Less than waxing, but still-,”

Margot patted your hand, “Guys just don’t get it,”

“I said I don’t smoke and he left me there. I call my uncle, he’s got no room but Reggie does, and Reggie said there’s places to eat all around the hotel, which I would assume at first glance one could theoretically eat here but then two hours later I’m still hungry and,” sharply you whistled sliding two fingers between your maroon stained lips turning the bartender, “Come here before I drag you over here.” Jason chuckled as you pointed at him, “You might not have a rack but you know you can’t ignore those eyes.”

The man hurried over and in a lifting tip of your drink to the woman mouthing a thanks in her dart away the bartender asked the group, “What can I get you?”

Jason said, “We were wondering if we could get three bottles of x to go?”

The man nodded, “Of course, right away,”

Then he glanced at Will as he said, “My man,” the man nodded in Will’s lean in, “If a woman leans away when you are talking to her, it means go away.” He nodded again and hurried off to get the wine and you finished off the watered down remainder of the drink.

Setting the drink down you said, “You know what, fuck this place, I can have a deep dish stuffed crust pizza at my room in half an hour guaranteed.” Turning on the stool the ladies straightened up as you added, “And I am ordering so many of those cookie cake pie things,” In a surprisingly graceful slide off the stool you added, “Breadsticks,” eyeing an order being taken to a table with a huge pasta dish, so many breadsticks.” Glancing over the group you said, “Have a lovely night,” pointing at Jason you said, “Stunning,” then to Will, “Fabulous legs, don’t forget that those lovely ladies could have pick of the pack.” Your eyes shifted to Henry saying, “I’m not sure if you’re married but I’m certain your mother must be gorgeous,”

Blushing in a slightly bashful grin after having eyed your full tempting self now upright, “Thank you.”

You nodded, “You are very much welcome, enjoy your wine,” looking to the ladies, “Ladies, you were phenomenal, and as I am lady crush tipsy I am gonna go, and summon some food.” Turned around you muttered, “Why would I ever think to find it here?”

Halfway to the door Margot followed you saying, “Tipsy and alone, she needs a pack,” Gal nodded and Jason said, “I’ll catch up,” Eyeing the man returning with the wine in a bag Jason pulled out his wallet as Will did the same to split the cost and hurry to join the group now gathered around you at the door.

“Hey,” you said to Gal in the loop of her arm around yours before your smirk to Margot when she did the same on your other side, “Headed my way?”

“Yes we are,” she answered back with a smirk of her own as you somehow steadily in a confident stroll to the left led the way to your hotel.

Just twenty feet away the wine wielding pair trotted up through the cameras snapping pictures of you all, a fact somehow absent from your focus while you eyed the next eatery on the block sighing out, “I bet they wouldn’t feed anyone either.”

Jason chuckled noticing Henry’s second inspection of your alluring figure strolling in front of him and asked, “Which hotel are you in?”

“Just up here, Reggie’s place.”

Will’s brows inched up as he asked, “Your friend owns Y?”

In a nod you glanced back at him, “Been in the family.”

Will, “I’ll say. How could they not feed you?”

You shrugged and said, “Maybe they know the seams in my thighs on my leather pants at work splitting. Revenge for how hard the wardrobe crew had to work just on me for five months.”

Gal, “Your thighs are fabulous.”

Tilting your head her way you said making her grin creep wider, “Oh I know that, but they do love to be meddlesome with my pants.”

Margot giggled and said, “It’s always the inseams.”

“Always,” Henry stated in Jason’s poke on his side making him look at his friend with brows lifted and a confused shrug only making the men beside him smirk at their single friend admiring their tipsy new friend they were escorting back.

Up into the lobby that’s doors were opened for you all by eager doormen nodding your way as you said, “Roger, Henry, snazzy as ever.”

“Welcome back Miss Pear.” Then greeted each of the group also staying here.

Straight to the elevator you went waving at Reggie behind the counter who had waved at you assuming you had a lovely time and made some new friends. Once inside you said, “What floor are you on?”

They all gave different numbers and Henry punched them in along with yours in the middle floors compared to their upper floor rooms and suites. Curiously Jason asked, “Pear? Interesting name, where did that come from?”

“Well, my first week in drama school and this group of guys was naming girls by the shape of their ass,” that had the men’s grins flinch and bodies shift instantly, “I walk by,” you bobbed your head, “How’s it going, Pear?” You tilted your head to the side, “I said that’s Miss Pear to you. Apparently in front of three of my professors, who spread the word to the others that that was my new name. Wanted to make a name for myself an, I certainly did.”

Gal, “I want to slap the guy in that but good for you.”

You shrugged, “They’re gonna stare, make up nicknames, why not take the power from them, besides, when I reach Dame Maggie Smith’ age I will have a lovely story to remind all the young whipper snappers about just how lovely my ass was they put the shape of it up in lights.” Jason started laughing smoothing a hand over his eyes as Will did the same in your stroll to the opening doors, flashing them a grin you said, “If you find the urge for some breadsticks or cookies I’m in room #, no promises on the pizza. Nighty night.” Henry simply chuckled and memorized the number he’d have a nice breakfast sent to in the morning to keep any hangovers away while debating himself if flowers or a fruit arrangement would be too much to add to the mix.

Humming to yourself Tiny Dancer you pulled out your phone from your clutch attached to the chord you’d wrapped around your wrist along with your room key once the doors closed behind you the first thing you did was open your pizza app to find the closest location. Hoping that the location would encourage them to assume you were a bigger name than you were, and that the hefty tip you would give might ease the sting of the disappointed delivery man. A swipe of the card and you bumped the door closed behind you post slip inside, locking the bolt once it closed out of habit when traveling alone. Straight to your couch you went filling the order you paid for and sent off with confirmation email received of payment and that your order was being prepped.

Turning on the tv your eyes dropped to your brother’s face popping up on your phone in a picture of him making a face and holding a gun at a teacup and saucer from one of your favorite shows he had been in. After a few moments of your bopping along to his ring tone of ‘We Didn’t Start the Fire,’ you answered the call. “Bunny!” Through the line once you decided to answer and break his wait and not make him sit through the whole song that you could just listen to later.

“Hey Benny.”

“I heard you got stranded in LA? Uncle’s looking after you right?”

“Ya, he got me in Reggie’s place,”

At that he sighed in relief, “I’m so sorry, I just got off a full day flight and I would have arranged something had I known.”

“I know.”

“Mummy called.”

“I figured,”

“You are alright?” he asked in a concerned tone dropping his own bag on top of his hotel bed he plopped onto to remove his shoes putting you on speaker.

“I will be once I eat something. Honestly, two hours at a bar in a so called restaurant and nothing, reduced to my pizza app.”

Firmly he replied, “Put them on!”

You giggled, “I’m back at the hotel,”

He scoffed, “Nobody makes my CumberBunny go hungry! What’s the name?”

You giggled again, “I don’t need to sick a dragon on them Benny.”

“Two hours, you said two, and just who is this Arse who left you to go smoke with his reject friends?!”

“Just some guy named Mark, I blocked his number.”

“I’ll do more than block his number he tries to speak to my baby sister again!” Wider your smile crept as he ranted on about what he would do to the man once he found him and all his bigger friends he would bring with him glad to help in defending your honor. Questions of your plans for the mini trip paused for you to collect your food and tip the man there who instantly froze and called you by one of your character’s names and accepted an autograph you were glad to give before heading in to lift the phone again.

A wiggle out of your dress and into a baggy sweater and some shorts while the food cooled a bit and you unraveled your hair letting it hang in a loose braid you wove it into so it wouldn’t get into your food but freed the curls to expand to their usual unruly selves. Your table was covered and muting the show you had chosen you chatted until he had to head in for his interview he had flown out for. Promises to text you the following day came with shared sentiments of being eager to start work on the detective mini series you would be sharing the screen in since your last time when you were still little and an extra in a period piece he was in.

We didn't start the fire

It was always burning

Since the world's been turning

We didn't start the fire

But when we are gone

Will it still burn on, and on, and on, and on

On your feet between bites of your pizza dancing along to the song playing on your phone with arms swaying and snaking around you awkwardly between bops of your hips you sang along feeling your mood a million times lighter after talking to your brother and the rich spread on your table.

We didn't start the fire

It was always burning

Since the world's been turning

We didn't start the fire

No we didn't light it

But we tried to fight it

Buzzing from your phone had you grumbling at the interruption to your jam. Lifting the phone you paused the song and smirked at following the notice bubble to one of your social pages saying that the group was now following you. Tagging their pages you snapped a picture of spread and typed, “Hello Lovelies. Since they wouldn’t seat me here I go. Offer’s still good on sharing.”

Once changed Margot did come down alongside Henry and Jason, who smiled seeing you grinning in seeing his wife Lisa with him fresh from a nap allowing him the public meal while she ate in the room enjoying her favorite show. Will came down later sharing his wife thanked you for the compliment and the now comfy jean and t shirt clad men settled with Margot in her pajamas saying Gal was upstairs sleeping for her early flight. Random pictures and empty boxes later and Jason’s head was tilted in your plop onto the couch after hugging Margot good night. Lisa followed his and Henry’s intense stares to ask the unspoken question, “Is that a boot print on your thigh?”

Turning your head you angled onto your side contorting in an arch twisting your leg behind you only to roll back onto your back propping up your legs again, “Yup. Should have seen it last week, sore as hell.”

Her brows pressed together, “You have a boot print, on your thigh.”

Inhaling sharply you said to Jason, “You know some fight moves, you can do this. My last fight scene, he’s my buddy, we’re fighting other people. He’s firing off arrows and then hears a guy creeping up on my blind spot while I am throwing daggers,” behind Jason while he glanced over his shoulder you demonstrated, “He’s supposed to kick a lever right here,” waving your hand at your side and you lifted your foot faking a kick to press into the back of his leg showing how you’d gotten the downwards boot print on your thigh, “But he missed. Oh it was bad, knee gave out, I squeaked, he started crying, it was a day after that. He’d already dislocated his shoulder falling off his horse twice and two more of the stunt guys fell through a wall, just one of those domino days.”

Will, “Looks bad.”

“Had worse. Just a bruise. Few days and I’ll be back to my marshmallowy self.”

Will popped out first with a call from home and Jason and Lisa slipped out at a reminder for their flight both hugging you leaving just Henry in his slip into your bathroom. Perhaps it was planned, and he did need a moment to gather his nerve for the move he was planning. Wetting his lips he left the bathroom smoothing his shirt down over his middle joining you in the living room. “Just me then,” he chuckled out making you grin at him from the arm of the couch you were sitting on.

“Did you want to be my friend?” His brows inched up and you said, “You mentioned pokemon go earlier,”

“Yes,” he answered with a grin bringing out his phone trying to push through his body’s urge to blush at mistaking your meaning of the question as he copied down your code to add you. The Magikarp hat and short short wearing figure made him smirk as you inspected his simple Eevie cap and all black pant and flannel shirt combo with finger gloves. The only paid accessory being his Gengar backpack. “I know my guy needs some wardrobe work, I’d just rather go play than spend hours in the shops like my nephew wants to on his.”

“Well, expect ample gifts from me.”

“Good. How long are you in town?”

“Well seeing as I was flown out here on a private jet I actually have to book a ticket back. I happen to be off work for a few weeks, but I could push it maybe, three days before I get bored of pizza.”

“I am leaving Tuesday, how about this, tomorrow I can show you a nice trail for a hike and we can stop for lunch after. I am busy for dinner with another event, the following night however I am free.”

“Is that an either or situation, or are you asking me to a hiking lunch and a dinner?”

“Both, If you’d like. And I promise, no waiting at the bar, and I will fully appreciate the effort you put into dressing up or down for both occasions.”

His hopeful grin crept out in your amused smirk, “Alright, you’ve sold me on both. And you’ve stepped back so I’ll let you make your escape.” You said standing to walk him to the door making him regret shifting his weight at all. Leaning against the wall there however at his lingering gaze over you the words just flowed out of you, “You’re lucky you’re all the way up there or you’d be in trouble with that grin of yours.”

Playfully he rumbled back, leaning forward with his hands crossed behind his back, “Oh really? And just what danger would I face down here?”

“I may just steal something you’d have to normally earn.”

Smirking at you he asked, “That would be?” The words tapered off at your lean in and lips planting on his. He wanted to lean in and deepen the kiss but he could taste the hint of liquor lingering on your lips and he had to wait to claim another. Only you beat him to that adding a second quicker peck and leaned back making his hands split apart to trail his fingertips across the bottom of your jaw in a clearly welcomed lean in. After a tender press of his lips to your cheek he hummed when his eyes caught yours, “Sleep well, be by at nine to fetch you for the hike, Miss Bunny.”

Through the door he walked and you sighed on the other side of the closed barrier mumbling to yourself, “I’m going hiking with Henry Cavill…Did not see that coming.” Locking the bolt on the door you turned for the tv you shut off only to turn on the one in your bedroom bringing a bottle of water to finish off hoping to stave off a hangover only to fall asleep with phone charging by your bed.

Knocks on your door had you groggily lifting your head from your pillow. To the door you walked palming your phone as your brother asked you to do when you were younger just in case you’d need it to call for help. “Room service,” sounded through the wood and you repeated the words to yourself in a whisper wondering if Reggie had sent it up only to open the door and let the man in to set it out on the table with another man entering with a bouquet of roses and lilies in a small vase. Grinning at it when the pair had left you found the small card that between your fingers was eased open revealing the simple note,

‘Good Morning Sunshine,

Hope you like pancakes.

H’

“Hope you like pancakes,” you whispered to yourself smirking like an idiot, “Who doesn’t like pancakes?” Settling down into your seat you snapped a picture of the food and flowers nipping at your lip as you typed a message to your brother, ‘Henry sent me flowers and breakfast!’

The smiley face at the end of the message had your brother halfway across the world narrowing his eyes at the message and scrolling to his social page to tag Henry’s page simply writing, ‘I see you Superman.’ Just that tiny hinting at ominous message out of the blue had notifications racking up like wildfire and once he managed to cross paths with the bulky Brit oh the interrogation he would unleash on him for his intentions. A hike seemed innocent enough but he would be paying close attention for your responses to everything, especially after your dinner he had asked you to the following night.

A second knock came and you opened the door flashing a grin to the man you soberly recalled having kissed already even before the decided mini dates who was smiling at you brightly with a hint of anxiety to his posture and fidgeting fingers around the water bottles in his hands. “Thank you, for breakfast and the flowers.”

“Well I couldn’t take you out hiking without a proper breakfast. The flowers weren’t too much?”

You shook your head replying in a step into the hall allowing him to look you over in your Capri khaki’s and a loose t shirt and sneakers in neon matching your mismatched socks. “Not at all. Can’t say I’ve had a guy send me flowers outside of family or my brother’s friends.”

Extending his hand he passed you one of the water bottles that you accepted and joined him for the walk down to his rental car for the out of the way drive to an incredible hiking path ending in a wide loop around to a small diner perfect for a cozy lunch. Driving back he shared about the event he was off to for a charity keeping him from a second night with you in a row. All the press was listing your time with your new band of friends and somehow the innocent hike was taken as just that, two active celebs off to keep fit on scenic trail. Where Henry on one story was said to be missing his dog Kal making you giggle at the picture added only emphasizing how small you were compared to him.

Sighing in his entrance to the building past the line of cameras Henry glanced around and got to milling about with familiar faces through the displays up for auction before he went to find his seat. The auction went well and in the next stream of milling about through the entertainment portion of the night he leaned back in his chair wondering if he should send another breakfast your way or possibly pick up some cookies or something to bring for a possible dessert to share with you before heading up to bed.

Into the seat beside him Martin Freeman who flashed him a wide grin, “Henry, hello, enjoying the night?”

Tentatively he paused then replied, “Yes, are you?”

Martin tilted his head a moment, “Yes, even more so that I was able to find a seat near you open.”

“Really?” he asked in a slightly confused tone.

“I heard you sent Bunny Pear flowers.”

Henry’s brow twitched up a moment and he slid his hands higher on his legs asking, “How?”

“From her brother.”

“Her, brother. She told her brother?”

Martin nodded, “Yup, after hearing about her disaster start of a trip out here relatives were trying to see how they could fix it. What did you have planned next?” Through sharing the dinner plans for the following night he kept wondering just who your brother might be that he had such famous friends and Simon Pegg came to join in on the questioning including what his schedule was like in a few weeks or months and where he might be headed to next.

“Would it be too much to drop by with cookies after this?” Henry asked unable to keep the question to himself any longer.

Simon’s grin split wider saying, “Oranges,” Henry’s brow ticked up, “Take her some oranges, but you have to make it seem like you already had them for yourself. Always likes oranges but like some people share ice cream or popcorn she likes to share fruit.”

Martin said, “Partly her brother’s fault, used to bring over heaps of it with friends to visit her at home between jobs.”

Simon nodded, “Showed up at my place with a whole tub of melon slices she’d cut up. Sort of endearing really to be picked.” Questions lingered through the bit of the entertainment until the real owners of the seats around him came back and they all sat through the rest of the planned events and headed out.

One knock later and your door was opened again finding Henry holding up a bag of oranges, grinning as he said, “I bought too many. Up to help me out?”

Smirking up at him you asked, “Who ambushed you?”

He shrugged and said, “Why would ambush be your first thought?”

Nodding with a momentary purse of your lips you stepped aside letting him pass, “You’ll see.” Oranges led to cuddling and a timid string of kisses until a commercial especially loud had him checking the time.

Shirtless in an accepted sharing of your spacious bed brought on a sunrise triggered good morning kiss making you smirk as he asked, “How do you like a good scramble?” Turning your head you let out a sleepy giggle seeing him dialing for room service and drifted off into another nap he nestled up around you until the food arrived.

It was a lovely weekend, but work called and home you went while he was off for another. But with a spot on a detective mini series off to England he went, excited for the new project but mainly to be closer to you and this new job of your own. Not till the night before set table read did he realize on his freshly delivered script that your name was on it instantly splitting a wide smile across his face. Everyone was busy and still with just a couple dates under his belt timidly he joined the crowd refraining from charging across the room to claim a fiery kiss surely making the wrong sort of scene for his first day on this project. Turning his eyes from you through the crowd he flinched back a half step seeing Benedict Cumberbatch right next to him with his eyes narrowed, “Hello Henry.”

“Hello,” Benedict at the last few actors claiming their spots turned to head around the tables to claim the seat beside you leaving poor confused Henry to take his seat across from you flashing you a wave you returned across the way.

Halfway through however just before lunch break one of the producers sighed as the plot ebbed away from their hopeful choice of having yours and Benedict’s characters spending the night together after the continued snarky bickering relationship they would have. “And you’re still adamant you won’t do even a kiss scene together?”

You and Benedict pointed at one another, you said, “Brother,” while he said, “Sister.” The revelation washed over the woman realizing how you both slipped into the relationship so well and you already had such a good rapport. And Henry eyed the pair of you understanding the Superman post the other day and the publicly close group of friends coming to talk to him about you. Though with a family like yours he had to wonder why you didn’t use your real last name.

Beginning from small bit roles into the classic period pieces building your strong footing until your big cash film when you had claimed last minute a male’s role in a film on a football club that you with your old teammates and competitors from your Uni days just tore a hole in the planned plays to make it all the more phenomenal as you held one of the most heart wrenching story arcs void of the usual female traps in scripts. Jokes were added hinting that you were supposed to be cast as a guy while the overall lack of care for who was meant to be Billy in the first place only added to your roles after. Strong roles bordering on ambiguous when it came to gender as you bridged the gap between the bulky guys around you and the most emotional of the women filling their trap filled roles to the T. You made it here somehow without letting on the pair of you were related to the public.

The pride swelling in Henry’s chest compounded the more he looked at you building his anticipation to see just how this project would go and if there might be a spark between you and him woven into the script. Another pair of eyes landed on him and in meeting them that pride in his chest clenched realizing your narrow eyed brother was staring right back at him. Leaving just one thought in his mind, Holy Hell, he’s her brother. He might just get his wish for the on screen addition to their romance, but big brother would be watching.

#Henry Cavill x Reader OC #Benedict x Sister #Request

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team-science-mega-nerds · 5 years

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Fictober Prompt #20: “You could talk about it, you know?”

Fandom: Supergirl:

Pairing: AgentCorp (Alex x Lena)

Warnings: None

When Alex gets the call, she starts packing immediately. She calls Kara on the way to the airport and texts Eliza, but no matter what they say, she’s going. Research is something that Alex can do mindlessly. It requires focus, yes, but when she’s in the zone, nothing else matters. Alex also likes trying new things. Her ex had called her adventurous in the bedroom but old reliable in real life and Alex hated her so much for it, that she took a contract position in Metropolis for six months. Alex was tired of being that person. Predictable. She wanted something more.

And then, there’s what happened four months ago. But that? Alex never talks about.

These days, Alex goes with the flow and if that means being one of seventy-five researchers boarding a ship from Norway and embarking on a year-long arctic expedition, then so be it. She knows the training itself will be difficult. This isn’t just about research, it’s about mental and physical stability and Alex has to dig deep to remain consistent and convince everyone that she’s prepared.

When they actually embark, Alex has a backpack filled with letters written from Kara. Most of them are supportive, plenty are questioning, but Alex’s replies have always been good. Positive. She’s ready. She can’t deal with real-life right now.

The actual expedition begins with a bang. Champagne in the main cafeteria and some kind of stew that looks like it would weigh Alex down. Alex lingers around a few other researchers, who she’d call friends at this point, and pokes around at some bread. “I’m more of a whiskey girl myself,” Someone says a few tables over. Alex pokes her head up, recognizing the voice almost immediately. Lena Luthor. A brilliant mind, a no-bullshit attitude, Alex had been warned at least a dozen times to stay away from her. She bought herself onto this ship, Derek had muttered to Alex when they’d received their wetsuits and gear.

Alex was used to men undermining her, so she took his words with a grain of salt, but she had to wonder. Almost everyone had made their research intentions clear by now, but Lena was still a mystery. Alex discards her plate and approaches Lena. Alex unzips her jacket and flashes the flask she has in her double-layered jacket. “Wanna take a walk?”

“Absolutely,” Lena says, eagerly following Alex.

A walk was maybe pushing it, but avoiding the congestion of the mess hall, Lena and Alex find an empty lab with a small lounge area. Lena sits on the couch first but Alex holds out her hand. “I’m Alex.”

“Yeah, I know and I suspect you know who I am.” Lena grabs the flask out of Alex’s pocket without hesitation. “Saw you on the range, pretty impressive.”

“Army.”

“I figured.” Alex didn’t know that anyone had been paying attention to her, let alone someone as well known as Lena. Alex believes that Lena’s intentions must be something greater. This isn’t just about publicity. The amount of training involved alone would make most people quit on day one. Lena had struggled with some of the tactical elements. She was terrible with her shotgun and not very good at getting into her harness during their helicopter drills. But Lena was persistent and Alex could see it in her eyes, even as they traded a flask filled with whiskey back and forth. “You’re studying polar bear movement and health?”

“Yep.” Alex kicks back and sinks into the couch. “You must be on the small scale climate change team.”

“Team?”

“You guys are like the cool kids. We’re the dweebs,” Alex smiles. “You’re doing the 2-1-2 rotation?”

“Yeah, you too, right?” Alex nods. “We’ll be seeing a lot of each other.” Alex doesn’t know if that’s a good or a bad thing but she decides that she won’t ignore this friendship in favor of isolating herself.

In her first week on the ship, Alex manages to finally come up with a proper thesis. She’s prepared to write a paper on this when the mission is over but she’s a bit rusty. Alex treks on, learning everything she can from her fellow researchers, while they’re still in the lull before things start picking up. While Alex is just wrapping up her Skype session with Kara, she hears frustrated muttering from the room across the hall. Lena’s room to be exact.

“Luthor, you need help?” Alex yells.

“Fucking shit!” Lena grumbles. “Yeah, can you come here for a sec?” Alex blows a kiss to Kara before signing out and heading over to Lena’s room. This is only the third time Alex has been in here but it’s just as clean as it was on that very first day. Lena is sitting on the ground with a mess of wires and her computer next to her. “This system is from like the 80s.”

“You’re not so smart after all,” Alex jokes as she shoos Lena aside and gets to work setting up the equipment. Lena lounges on her bed and watches Alex.

“So, that was your sister, right?”

“Hm?”

“That you were just talking to.” Alex glances up for a second. Usually, Lena is very casual but something about this conversation seems to be leading somewhere different.

“Yeah. Kara.”

“Because I wondered…” Alex’s heart starts to race. Alex can’t meet Lena’s eyes. She doesn’t want anyone wondering anything about her. She took this journey to get away from hard questions not to run right into them. “About the ring.”

“What ring?”

“The one that’s missing from your finger.” Alex looks down at her hand and the tan line that’s sitting vacant on her ring finger. “Anyway...I’ll stop being observant if you want me to.”

“Please. It’s not something I really want to get into.” Lena respects her wishes. They continue their nightly drinking sessions which turn into rowdy card games and once - only once - Alex looks into Lena’s eyes for longer than necessary. It’s all fine. Alex calls Kara that night and she sits in her locked room, cuddling a pillow and listening to Kara talk endlessly about her day.

“Are you okay?”

“Sure,” Alex mutters.

“I would get on a plane and find you if you needed it.”

“You can’t. Literally, it’d be impossible.”

“Sisters do impossible things all the time.” Kara smiles. “You’re out there trying to save the world, aren’t you?” Kara’s video feed keeps freezing and it drives Alex crazy. So crazy that she kicks a hole through the screen. She didn’t know that being around this many people would feel like loneliness. The same feeling that she’d been trying to drown out for four months slowly began to creep up on her.

All this and her stupid pride nearly get her killed the next day. As she’s laying there with her life flashing before her eyes, she considers how fitting it is that she will probably freeze to death out there. Alex is saved because she always is. The med bay is frenzied, everyone checking in on her and no one acknowledging the fact that Alex had been reckless. It takes a while for Alex to regain feeling in her body and then, suddenly, all the emotions come flooding in. Lena picks that exact moment to come into the room. “Was that a fucking cry for help or something?” Alex notices that Lena’s eyes are red like she’d been crying.

“Fuck off-.”

“You were reckless out there. You need to do better.”

“Thanks. That’s helpful.”

“What do you want me to say?” Lena asks as she shrugs out of her jacket and practically throws it into a chair. “You know you’re brooding might be cool where you’re from but if it’s going to put you in danger like that, then you seriously need to talk to someone.”

“It was a mistake.”

“You can’t make mistakes like that not when people care-.” Lena closes her eyes. “The polar bears need you.” Alex breaks into a fit of laughter that quickly morphs into something unexplainable. Tears. Lena holds her through it all which makes Alex feel different.

Renewed.

After Alex has pushed around her dinner and listened to Lena explain everything she’s read in their daily news debrief, things between them get very quiet. Alex expects a question because Lena is the kind of person who needs to know everything. Instead, Lena offers Alex a middle ground. “I’m going to ask you something now.” Lena props her head up with her elbows pressed against Alex’s hospital bed. “Are you married?”

“No.”

“Divorced?”

“No.” Lena looks confused so Alex adds, “I was though. Married, I mean.”

“You could talk about it, you know?” Lena motions to the empty room. “It’s just us. All the secrets travel out in that ice-cold tundra and...they disappear.”

“She’d dead, Lena.” Alex sits up and wonders why it feels okay to finally talk about her. “She died four months before we started training. Which, everyone told me...screamed and yelled at me, don’t go out there, you’re just upset. ‘Just upset’”.” Alex scoffs. “If they understood the fucking insanity of life without...her.” For once, Alex isn’t coddled, she’s allowed to feel everything. It doesn’t come as a surprise that Lena is the one who lets her. “If I didn’t do this if I didn’t take this risk...I couldn’t have made it back home. Too many reminders.”

“Grief is a nuisance,” Lena remarks. “If only it was all good times on the HMS Discovery.” There’s something that signals clarity in Lena’s voice. Alex doesn’t feel talked down to but understood. It’s taken her a while to find someone who understands the impermanence of life. It makes sense if Alex takes a step back and thinks about it. Lena studies climate change. They're both constantly thinking about how the world is folding in on itself more and more every day. This idea and this moment become the cornerstone of their friendship.

Four months and two stops into the expedition and Alex and Lena find themselves pulling an all-nighter in the lab. Alex is used to this kind of work, Lena slugs through it. “Hey, I read a conspiracy theory about you today.”

“Really? Was it good? Am I an alien yet, I’ve always wanted to be called an alien.” Alex finishes a measurement and yanks off her gloves.

“No, actually, someone apparently thinks that you’re not even on this expedition but actually in Italy with...get this: your rugby-playing boyfriend.” Lena seems to find it significantly less funny than Alex does.

“That’s the best they can come up with?” Lena rolls her eyes. “The idea that I’m straight is the most offensive part of that, by the way.”

“Aren’t rugby players kinda...jocky?”

“You’re just jealous 'cause you’re a giant nerd.” Lena whacks Alex’s stomach with the back of her hand. “A nerd with abs, very dynamic.”

Two hours later, they have their first kiss. It’s an accident. Lena’s lips brushing against Alex’s neck as they pull apart from a hug. The second kiss comes at full force. It’s Alex who initiates it and as she’s pulling Lena into her room, it’s Alex that pushes her away. “I can’t. Sorry, it’s not…” Alex covers her face with her hands. She groans and turns away. “This is wrong. It’s...it’s me, I don’t know what I’m doing.” If Lena had said something like neither do I, they might’ve continued kissing. But she doesn’t and as quickly as it began, their unfiltered romance surrounded by nature that is facing destruction head-on ends.

Lena does apologize. It comes a week later. Lena stands at Alex’s door wringing her hands. “Sorry about what happened. Kissing you. I shouldn’t have taken advantage, you’re grieving.”

“You didn’t. I kissed you,” Alex reminds her.

Alex gets an unprompted Skype call and when she sees Kara’s name she answers immediately. Kara looks at the camera all nervous and apologetic. “Sorry,” she mutters before pushing her webcam to the side and revealing Eliza.

“Alex, finally, I haven’t talked to you in weeks. How are you doing?” It feels like an I told you so waiting to happen. Suddenly, Lena’s in the room holding a deck of cards. Eliza’s eyes soften for some reason.

“Hey, sorry, just wondering if you wanted to play?” Lena asks.

“Oh-.”

“Go on, Alex, play with your friend,” Eliza insists. “We love you, dear. Kara and I are proud.” It’s the first time that Eliza sounds like she actually accepts Alex’s choice. Alex waves goodbye to Eliza and Kara before shutting off her computer and turning to Lena.

“Your mom’s kinda a babe,” Lena says immediately breaking the tension.

“Please, never say anything like that ever again.”

The third time they kiss, it’s after Lena has completely destroyed Alex in UNO. Alex suspects she’d rigged the game and when she goes to ask, Lena is busy putting her hair up in a ponytail. “You look nice,” Alex says pretending it’s the first time she’s noticed but it’s not. Lena’s smile is almost mischievous.

“I know. It’s the outfit that does the trick. I just love the sound of my synthetic pants.” Lena moves her legs against each other making the wosh wosh sound they hear every day as researchers milled about the hallway. “And I’m sure the bags under my eyes just add to the allure.”

“Totally.”

“Your flirting is weak sauce, Danvers. Bring it or get to the back of the line. I’ve got rugby admirers and conspiracy theorists galore.”

“I just want to kiss you.”

“Really? For real this time?”

“Yeah.”

“Okay.” They kiss and soon fall into Alex’s tiny bed together. As they’re scrambling to take their clothes off, Lena pulls the blanket over their bodies. “It’s fucking freezing.” She mouths against Alex’s collar. “I guess that’s what we signed up for.” Alex isn’t certain she had a plan coming into this but being around Lena somehow gave her permission to heal. She wasn’t certain what the world would throw her way next but she had another six months on an arctic expedition to figure it out.

#agentcorp #alex danvers #lena luthor #supergirl #fictober2019 #where's the in universe conspiracy theories about lena luthor?#like...i'd love to see what they're saying about her on reddit in the arrowverse

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loving-jack-kelly · 5 years

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Javid story where Davey is slowly going blind and Jack is determined to show david all the beautiful things in his life

When Davey was little, his eye doctors had been hopeful that his vision wouldn’t get too bad. As he got older, they got less hopeful, and by the time he was twenty, they’d told him he’d probably be unable to see anything more than light and dark by the time he was thirty.

He met Jack when he was twenty-five and had to wear glasses as thick as his thumb to be able to see. He was an aspiring writer, somehow making a living in journalism while working on a book he hoped he could publish someday.

Jack was an artist who’d suddenly made it big with one sale nobody could have predicted.

At first, Davey was worried his vision had gotten worse since he woke up when he saw the painting in question. The colors were nice, but the shapes were hard to make out and honestly he had no idea how it was supposed to be a cityscape, though that’s what the label called it.

He hadn’t realized he’d already found the artist when he’d said that out loud and the person standing next to him started laughing out loud.

“You know, I almost didn’t put this one up for sale. I painted it in two hours at three am. I like the others much better, but hey, if you have enough money only ugly is worth it.”

Jack was much closer to a work of art than the painting they were standing in front of, in Davey’s opinion. He was dressed up for the occasion, some fancy gala hosted by the person who bought his painting, and he looked like he fit right in with the crowd around them. When he laughed, he threw his head back, and his hair quickly escaped the styling he’d obviously spent time on and left him with curls falling in his face no matter how many times he pushed them away. His smile took over his entire face, making it easy to picture where the creases would form as he aged, and he never stopped moving. His hands fluttered when he talked, and when they ended up sitting next to each other near the end of the night, he was constantly tapping his fingers or jogging his leg. He was easy to talk to. Funny. Charismatic.

Easy on the eyes, too.

Davey had always looked at his vision loss philosophically. He might have been going blind, but he’d had plenty of years to see things, and he’d chosen and was enjoying a career that he didn’t really need sight for. There were people who had it worse, and he had managed to stay pretty content with his lot in life.

But he was glad he got to see Jack Kelly.

Jack seemed glad to see him too, if their conversation was anything to judge by.

Jack made a joke, and reached out to brush Davey’s hair away from his face. Jack listened to what Davey had to say, and leaned in close in a way that could be excused by the noise around them but just a little bit closer than necessary.

And when the party was finally dying down, which Davey was surprised to notice since he’d been planning on leaving long before most people, Jack extended his arm and an offer to walk Davey home.

And like something out of a movie, or a scene Davey would never write into a book because it just seemed too cheesy, Jack kissed him outside his apartment’s door. There was a florescent bulb flickering overhead, and Jack gently cupped Davey’s cheek and stayed so close when he pulled back that Davey could feel his breath, and then squeezed Davey’s hand before letting go.

He put his number in Davey’s phone with a heart-eyes emoji and responded immediately when Davey texted him.

And dating Jack Kelly was the easiest thing in the world.

He hadn’t quite expected it to be, the first time Jack had asked if he wanted to go out. He’d kind of expected it to be awkward and weird and probably to fizzle out after a couple of dates. And instead, Jack asked Davey on a first date and it was to a planetarium and Jack whispered facts the program didn’t include into Davey’s ear. He held Davey’s hand and took him for ice cream while the sun was setting. They walked the High Line and Jack picked a flower and tucked it into Davey’s shirt pocket.

“You know, I forgot that I’m lactose intolerant,” Jack said thoughtfully, looking down at the last bite of his ice cream cone. After a second, he shrugged and popped it into his mouth. “Oh well.”

“Oh, well?”

“I’ll take a pill when I get home. Ice cream is too good to live without, you know.” He smiled and took Davey’s hand again, both of their fingers sticky from melted ice cream.

They dated for almost two months before Davey fully explained his eyesight.

Jack didn’t do the annoying thing a lot of people did where he suddenly started treating Davey differently, or throwing Davey a pity party he didn’t ask for.

Davey knew he would be blind eventually. He’d known that for a long time, and he was used to it.

Instead, Jack asked a couple of questions about it, and then he asked one Davey had thought about a lot but never been asked by anybody else.

“What do you want to see?”

“What do you mean?”

“You have time, right? So what do you want to see before you can’t?”

Davey listed off a few places, a few sights that had always been on on his bucket list, and Jack hummed thoughtfully, and then their conversation had moved on and Davey pretty much forgot about it.

Until he found an envelope slid under his door with a hastily written note covering a little doodle obviously done by Jack.

I wanted to see your face but I had to literally run but I know you’ll be home soon so happy Start of Jack’s Grand Plan.

Davey opened the envelope not exactly sure of what to expect. A clue to a scavenger hunt, maybe. A sweet drawing, a longer note, something small and sweet and romantic, the type of gesture Jack loved to give.

There wasn’t any kind of note. Not a single doodle in sight, other than the one on the envelope which Davey was pretty sure was somebody feeding the pigeons in the park.

Davey opened the envelope and pulled out two plane tickets.

Round trip, three days and two nights, from JFK to Flagstaff Pulliam Airport.

And under the tickets in the envelope was printed off receipt for a two night stay in the Grand Hotel at the Grand Canyon.

And then there was a small piece of paper with a list of places with a bold strikethrough cutting through “Grand Canyon” at the top with a bunch of other places listed underneath.

Five minutes into reading and rereading the tickets and the room receipt over and over again, Davey’s phone rang with the ringtone Jack had picked for himself (a frankly very strange cover of Never Gonna Give You Up that made everyone do a double take when it rang in public).

“Hey! I wanted to wait for you but Crutchie called and said he was having an emergency.” Davey could hear the smile in Jack’s voice and also Crutchie yelling something about fresh baked cookies very much warranting the emergency label Jack Kelly they needed to be enjoyed warm. “Do you like it? They’re far enough out that I can move them if the dates don’t work, but I’m pretty sure they do.”

“Jacky…I…you can’t-“

“Already did. Davey, I sold a painting for enough money that I bought an apartment. In Manhattan. And then I sold another painting for even more money. I want to spend it on something good. And you’re good. Plus, I get to go too. It’ll be wonderful, Davey darling, and you can’t convince me otherwise.”

Davey heard Crutchie say something to Jack and Jack laugh in response.

“Crutchie says if you don’t go he’ll go in your place and that would be weird because we’re brothers so you have to go.”

Davey laughed back.

“And you know you want to see the Grand Canyon. And it’ll be fun to get away for a little while. And-“

“Okay, okay, Jack, I’ll go with you.”

“We’ll hash out the details later, then. Love you, Davey, but more cookies came out of the oven three minutes ago and if I don’t start eating them soon Crutchie might murder me and that would spoil everything, now wouldn’t it?”

So they went to the Grand Canyon for the first week of April, and it was absolutely wonderful. Jack was wonderful, the trip was wonderful, and the view was wonderful and everything was wonderful.

And two months after that, Jack handed him a birthday card and inside of it were two tickets to Paris that Jack excused with “I’m going anyway for a show, so you might as well come, too.”

And over the next three years, Davey got tickets to Moscow, Hawaii, Yosemite. They drove to Maine and went through Niagara Falls on the way home. When they moved in together, Jack hung a bigger version of Jack’s Grand Plan on the wall and made a big dramatic deal out of crossing out every place they went to.

Davey laughed at every speech and pretended to protest every time Jack planned a new trip, but he knew he wouldn’t win any argument against going and he didn’t really want to stop going, either. He loved going on trips with Jack. He loved that Jack was determined to show him as much of the world as possible and wouldn’t take no for an answer.

How did he get so lucky?

Slowly, though, his vision was getting worse. He was getting tunnel vision, not in the figurative sense but in a very literal sense, and by the time he was twenty-nine, he finally stopped being able to see anything other than light and dark.

There was one stop left on Jack’s Grand Plan, and Davey was sure it wasn’t going to happen, but Jack still insisted.

So even though Davey wouldn’t be able to see the sights, he and Jack books tickets to Norway complete with a two day cruise in the fjords.

Jack was an artist, and he was just as good with verbal descriptions as drawings and paintings. He spent the entire trip describing absolutely everything he could see to Davey, from the outfits of the people around them to the towering stone surrounding them while they were on the boat.

It wasn’t exactly the same, but it was still pretty good.

Two weeks after they got home, Jack woke Davey up early and dragged him into the living room.

“I have a surprise and you’ll love it,” he said, offering no other explanation until Davey was sitting on the couch. “As you know, we recently completed the last stop on Jack’s Grand Plan. However, I can’t help but feel it wasn’t the same, and therefore, I have decided there has to be one last step before the plan can be declared complete. And that step happens…right now.”

Davey heard Jack pulling paper off of something.

Setting something down on the coffee table. Something big.

Jack took Davey’s hand and squeezed it before setting it down on the thing he’d put on the table.

It was rough. All ridges and texture, nothing smooth about it.

“It’s the fjords,” Jack said, obviously bursting with excitement. “It’s oil paints but it’s almost a sculpture instead of a painting, so you can touch it to see it. It doesn’t look like the fjords at all because I painted them and got the texture right and then added black on top because it’s meant to be touched, not seen.”

Davey ran his fingers over the entire painting, tracing the edges along the frame and feeling for details, surprised at how much he could identify. There was a patch at the bottom that felt the way choppy water looked, and tall patches of rough stone. Swirly clouds.

“It’s beautiful, Jack.”

“With that, Davey, Jack’s Grand Plan is complete. We’ve been to every place you listed, and you’ve seen them all. How was it?”

“Perfect, Jacky.”

Jack sat down next to him on the couch and kissed his cheek, wrapping his arms around Davey’s waist.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“Cause I was thinking we could maybe do a couple repeats. I could paint more like this. Still get to go on vacation together all the time but this time call it a business expense.”

Davey laughed and leaned into Jack’s arms.

“Sounds perfect to me, Jacky.”

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Friends Like These - Chapter Twenty-Six: Allies

Nothing ever goes quite to plan.

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CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE

Taglist: @hexqueensupreme @gothamiscool

Chapter Warnings: Shooting, murder, stabbing

Footsteps. Coming towards the room. We scurry away from the centre of the room. I hide the knife under my skirt just as the door opens and Jerome is thrown inside. Automatically, without thinking, I fall to his side. His face is bloody. He groans as he opens his eyes which immediately fix on me. “Hey there.” When he chuckles blood bubbles between his lips, a droplet rolling down the side of his face from the corner of his mouth. I help him sit up then jolt away, as I realise what I’m doing. Shit.

“Miss Quinzel, if you would come with us?” I am not grabbed, or forced, or even touched. But I don’t have a choice. The man who spoke gestures to the corridor beyond the open door, as though I’m expected at an appointment, as though there aren’t men pointing guns at us. “What do you want with her? With any of us?” I look at Penguin from the corner of my eye, confused that he seemed to be standing up for me. The guard ignored him and asks me again. “Miss Quinzel? Now, if you would.” I nod and head for the door; as I do I brush past Barbara, slipping the knife into her hand. Hopefully, they won’t notice. I feel the man’s hand slip to the small of my back and have to resist the urge to slap him. “Hey! Wait!” I glance over my shoulder to see Jerome scrambling to his feet and run at the door as it closes, hiding him from view. I can hear him beating against it as I am lead away.

I’m taken to a room, bare walls, a desk, one seat behind it and one in front. The one behind the desk is occupied by a man who I don’t recognise. I take the one opposite. “So, Miss Quinzel.” He leans forward and opens a file sitting in front of him. I catch a glimpse of my own face, but the notes and information are illegible. “Can I call you Harleen?” “No.” “Harleen.” I grimace. “Do you know who I am?” “Should I?” I raise an eyebrow. “Maybe not.” He laughs, flipping a page in the file. “Look, why are we all here? What do you want with us?” “Well, you see, Harleen,” He continues talking as he reads, occasionally glancing up and smiling at me, perhaps to be comforting. It just makes me hate him more. “You’re a special case.” “As per usual,” I sigh, slumping down in the chair. “Ah, yes.” Another laugh. “You’ve had quite the time of it these few months.” “Hurry up and explain.” I’d rather not have a chat about my life with a man who seems to have orchestrated a mass kidnapping of criminals and… well, me. “Of course. You see, you weren’t part of the plan.” “I do that a lot.” I can’t resist the urge to be sarcastic. It’s in my DNA. He keeps going. “We wanted Valeska, and you just happened to be in the way. Any other nurse, we would have killed, but you…” He pauses, examining me. I try to keep my face steady, calm, not giving anything away, but my mind is going at a million miles an hour; all I can think about is if it had been anyone else on the ward, if it had been Molly. “You’re quite a special girl, Harleen. Lots of people are very interested in you. And I think, we can help each other.” “Why on earth would I want to help you? You kidnapped me.” “You want rid of Jerome Valeska, don’t you?” The question makes me freeze. Do I? I should. Logically, I should want him out of my life. But… “We – I and my… company – want to rid Gotham of its worst criminals. Valeska, Penguin, the Riddler, Tetch, Scarecrow, Barbara Kean. Even more hopefully.” “You’ve already done that, though. What do you need with me?” I don’t know if I would betray Jerome. If betray is the right word. But until I decide, the more information I can get the better. “Making them disappear is one thing. But an example must be made. And what an example it would be, if you were to be seen by all of Gotham, killing your terroriser?” “I came pretty close already. All it got me was therapy and a dog.” I stand up, crossing my arms. “I’m not gonna work with you. Never mind Jerome, Penguin and Nygma both saved my life. I won’t work against them.” “Are you sure about that?” “Yes.” “And what if I had more information?” Not good. “Such as information about your family?” I sit down with a thud. “What? What have you done with them?” “Nothing. Yet.” He slides over a series of photos of me. Taken outside of my parents’ house, their work, even of Wren at the airport. My hands start to shake. “So, you see your predicament?” “Yes. I do.” “So you will help us?” I throw the photos back onto the desk. “I’ll think about it,” I mutter through gritted teeth. “I’m so glad.” He stands, gesturing towards the door. One of the guards takes my arm and leads me out, back to the cell where the others are waiting for me.

This time I am not thrown in. I am allowed to walk inside on my own and the door is slammed shut and locked behind me. The group are scattered around the edge of the room, but my eyes brush over everyone to focus on Jerome. He’s sulking on a cot. I would laugh, but the fear for my family was enveloping my mind. “What happened?” Barbara stands up, quick to interrogate me. “Change of plans. You guys break out, I’m staying.” “What, why?” I turn to Penguin, shaking my head. “They’re threatening my family. If I don’t do what they want…” He deflates. Something flickers behind his eyes, some recognition, and he nods. “No.” Jerome stands up. “No?” “No.” He’s staring at me, eyes dark, angry. “You’re not giving up just like that.” “I can’t let my family get hurt because of me.” “And they won’t. Change of plans.” The rest of the room raise their heads to look at him, Crane tilting his questioningly. “You lot, stick to what we agreed: Get to Penguin’s. And we -” He nods at me, “- Will get your family out of Gotham.” “And how do you suggest we do that?” I ask, cynical. “Your family have money, right?” I nod, not understanding where he’s going with this. “Private jet?” “Yeah…” “Rich people.” He mutters, rolling his eyes. I get it. “Okay. So we get to a payphone, call them, get them out of the country.” “Where to?” Barbara asks. “We have a lodge in Norway. It’s out of the way, safe.” “Alright. Let’s go then.” Barbara hands the dagger back to me and I take it, examining my reflection in the blade. It’s warped, twisted in the metal, but blue eyes stare back at me: anxious, afraid, angry. Determined.

The room rises as one as I stand against the door, one ear pressed against it, listening for any sign of a guard. The action sparks memories of the last time I did this; the key difference being that Jerome is on this side of the door. I don’t hear anything. “Ready?” I murmur, the word still loud in the silence of the room. They nod. I try the handle – it doesn’t shift, of course – then reach into my hair. I guess they weren’t too worried about hairpins. I kneel in front of the lock and begin to fiddle with it, listening and feeling for the shifting of the pins inside. There’s clicking, things shift. The tension in the room is palpable. I hope, pray to whatever luck there might be.

It gives way.

The lock opens, the door swinging easily with the barest touch of my hand. There’s no one outside. Lucky. I stand and turn to the others. “Right.” I could make some grandiose speech, try to raise spirits, inspire anger. But I don’t need to. And I can’t. Whatever words I might have are stuck in my throat. “We don’t have much time. Hurry.” Penguin is the first out, quickly followed by the others. Jerome is last. We go the other way from them. We hurry down the corridor together, not quite running. We come to a set of stairs and follow them up. It’s the room from before, with the vats, except this time we’re above them, on the catwalks. We slow down. Our footsteps clang on the metal, the sound echoing. I hate the silence between us but I can’t think of anything to say. I don’t want to want to talk to him. But I do. And I don’t even hate myself for it. From here I can see that the vats are filled with some liquid, which bubbles and bursts and hisses at us. “Careful.” “Eh, I’ve never been much for careful.” Jerome doesn’t seem to be capable of whispering. Then again, subtlety was not his strong suit. “I’m pretty sure that’s acid. If you fall, you’re fucked.” I roll my eyes at him, leading the way onto the metal. There’s light filtering through dingy windows above us. Maybe that means it’s daytime. But with my luck, it will be the last moments of sunset giving me false hope.

We’re halfway across the catwalks, heading for the stairs opposite us when an alarm blares; I guess they’ve noticed we’re missing. “Move!” Jerome yells, but I’m already running. He’s right behind me. Shouting surrounds us but I don’t look back. It wouldn’t help. I yelp and duck as gunshots go off, ricocheting around the room. Jerome’s and wraps around my arm and keeps me running. We reach the top of the stairs just at the moment Jerome falls with a grunt, toppling over and careening down the metal steps. “Jerome!” I hurry after him, taking the steps two at a time in a desperate effort to catch up to him. He crumples into a heap at the bottom. There’s blood oozing from a wound in his leg. “Just go. Get out of here,” He groans, trying and failing to stand. “Absolutely not.” I force him to his feet and drag him to the doors that are only a few metres away. I kick them open and freeze. A man, just one, stands with a gun pointed at us. His eyes dart between me and Jerome, clearly trying to decide who the bigger threat is. I make a split-second decision. My hand moves almost involuntarily, taking the dagger and driving it into his side in one fluid motion. It’s me or him. His shock is evident as he grips his side and stumbles, looking at the blood staining his clothes and skin. I don’t let him recover, pushing him aside and pulling Jerome past him. We’re outside – it’s dark. We hurry as fast as we can with Jerome’s injury, moving away from the building which still blares with alarms. I glance behind us, noticing the brightly lit sign: ‘Ace Chemicals’. I know where we are. And I know how to get into the city from here.

“Come on.” Jerome is still hobbling. I know I’ll need to look at his leg soon. But once we’re away. Once we’re safe.

CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN

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#jerome valeska #jerome valeska x harleen quinzel #Harley Quinn #Harleen Quinzel #jerome valeska/harleen quinzel #Gotham #gotham fanfiction #gotham fic #gotham fanfic #flt #friends like these

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Lost?

Author’s Notes | Haha don’t worry babe! I also lose myself PRETTY EASILY into these places! Why they just CAN’T place platform C and D close to one another??? Universe | Vikings Pairing | Sigurd x Reader Info | Modern Age AU, requested by @lyanna-the-giantsbane for 5CW6 | Sigurd’s curses are in Norwegian according to Google Translator! Words | 1414 ⁑ Warnings: Some cursing.

With tons of days for consecutive unforeseen, it had to happen on your first vacation day. Of course!

First, the electrical system of your house had a problem at night and what was the only affected plug that stopped working? What was??? Your phone charger! Bingo!

No battery in the morning, therefore no wake-up alarms! Yay!

Lucky of yours you were used to waking up early in the morning so you just lost one hour from your plans: swallowing breakfast faster would replace the time lost and maybe take a shortcut to the airport would warrant you would be there on time for your plane.

It was a perfect backup plan... If the damn airport platforms weren't organized in any way but alphabetical order!

You have heard the last call to your plane and you just simply couldn't find the damn platform! Your ticket in hands, you were walking with your eyes on every single signal - and maybe that's the reason why you didn't see the blonde man coming in your direction.

He was looking around - probably searching for his platform as well! That place was an endless maze!! - so he didn't see you either. Bazinga!

"Oh, damn, I'm sorry!" his voice sounded first.

The sound of your hand suitcase splatting open on the ground came right after. Fucking great! You would surely have cursed his mother and four generations of his family after him if it wasn't his hands, both of them, preventing you from falling straight after your suitcase.

And the sound of HIS bag going straight to the ground after yours...

"I'm so sorry," he said, helping you to get your balance back and starting to pick your things from the ground, bringing them back to you. "I'm so, so sorry! This place is an endless maze! I can't find my platform... I was searching for it and I didn't see you coming. You're so smaller than me and I was looking up and..."

Wait... Smaller than him? You placed both of your hands on your waist.

"Are you calling me a midget?" you asked, pretending to be offended.

Somehow, he was sounding so... Cute. You couldn't avoid making a joke trying to relax a little.

"NO! No, I... I'm just... Å, dritt!" he cursed, and you frowned at that strange language.

"Hey, that's fine. I was just joking, I mean... It was an accident but... You're not from here, are you?" you said, closing your suitcase again as he got up checking on his own bag and smiling at you a little clumsy.

"No... In fact, I am..." his eyes saw the planes screen changing and he sighed, disappointed, changing his sentence with frustration in his voice. "I WAS going home today. Jævla det, Ivar will kill me for being late..."

Again, that strange accent and expressions that made you smile.

"I don't know what does it means, but it seems both of us will have to stay a little more..." you sighed, noticing your plane was just gone as well. "Shitty platforms."

"Lost your plane?" he said, smiling at you.

"Vacation trip is going to start later and be more expensive. Yay!" you said, shaking your ticket in front of him.

Noticing his eye was different when he came closer to look at your ticket. It was stained, different...

Maybe he didn't see you properly because of that. You kinda felt ashamed of cursing him mentally because of the accident.

"Wait, can I see your ticket?" he asked and you handled it to him who took a similar paper from his jacket, comparing and giggling. "The third person in this line will make the trip of her life: you were supposed to be sitting right beside me!" He said, showing your seat.

12A. He was 12B.

You giggled.

"Fated to find each other," you joked, "I'm Y/N," you introduced yourself extending your hand towards him and he shook your hand with a smile.

"I'm Sigurd Ragnarsson," he smiled. "It seems you were going to my country and now I'm stuck in yours." he joked.

And you smiled bigger.

"We can try to remake our check-ins and reset the tickets. If we're lucky, we can sit side by side again," you suggested and he took your ticket once again, together with his.

"Taxes on me," he surprised you, fully gentle.

"But... No... Sigurd, this will be super expensive and..."

Sigurd's hand touched your shoulder.

"Hey... I dropped your case, got you late to our flight, and yet you were fully gentle with me. Taxes on me and you can tell me where we can find a good coffee around ok?"

His smile was so sweet, you couldn't say no to that smile.

The two of you went to the company ticket office and settled the new tickets, also communicating the company your luggage was already dispatched on the first flight, so they would save the cases for you and Sigurd when the two of you arrived in Norway.

Through the whole time, you saw him being utterly gentle to the company employees, earning a lot of smiles and everything solved fast for him.

In less than an hour, everything was placed for your vacation and his trip back home.

"You're very good with words, aren't you, Sigurd?" you praised, and Sigurd smiled back at you.

"Well, I'm good at dealing with people," he answered back, with a smile.

"I still owe you a good coffee," you smiled back. "Come with me!"

You took him to a coffee shop near the airport, a place you loved to eat in your free time. And the two of you sat to exchange some words while waiting and appreciating your drinks.

He told you he was an artist in ascension yet his family owned a company in which he was also working beside his brothers. You told him about your work and the fact that those were the first vacations you were taking in a long time.

He asked you why you decided to go to Norway and the two of you engaged in a long conversation about the Viking culture and the roots of his people. There was a long time since you shared such good moments with someone that seemed to know so much about the place you wanted to visit!

Sigurd even offered himself to guide you through some places in Norway if you wanted some company and you readily accepted his invitation: it would be lovely to have the chance to know him better. Why not?

What was a terrible day was starting to become something amazing when his phone started ringing and he asked you a moment to answer the call, which he did in his own language.

You took yourself watching as he seemed to be arguing with someone on the other side of the phone. His accent was so charming... And even the way his eyebrows were frowning with some angry was beautiful.

But crossing your fingers under your chin to keep looking at him, you turned your eyes to the clock for a second.

The most blessed second on Earth: the two of you were so distracted with one another that the time for your plane had come again and both of you would lose the flight one more time.

"Sigurd!" you called him, showing the clock and he said something to the other person on the phone, hanging up the call. "Our plane!"

"Dritt! Something really wants us to lose our flights, uh, søtnos?" he said, calling you something you couldn't understand.

Sigurd laughed at your frowned face, touching the wrinkles of your forehead with his index and a smile.

"When we arrive in Norway, we set a new day for us to meet each other. And then, I tell you what it means, søtnos. Now come! We must hurry!"

A good way to set a reason for you to accept a new meeting with him. Not that he really needed it: You were already charmed by those stained eyes and meeting him again would be really a pleasure.

But having an excuse to pretend he didn't catch you wrapped around his finger was a good idea.

The two of you ran into the airport, this time checking out where was your correct platform and taking your seats on the last minute before the departure.

But all you could think was that those vacations would surely be the best you ever had...

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