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jadeylovesmarvelxo · 1 year

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Baby Mine

Summary; yn wants a baby, and Eddie offers to father the child while hiding the fact that he's head over heels in love with yn.

Warnings; Fluff, smut, minors dni, 18+

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"I want a baby" she announced to her best friend Eddie.

Tonight was their usual movie night and she had been planning to tell Eddie her news, having a baby was something she had thought long and hard about, she had a well-paid job, her own apartment, supportive family and friends.

She could do this.

Eddie while surprised at first was immediately supportive and had offered to drive her to the sperm bank that she was planning to go to the very next day.

His unwavering support had meant everything to her and he calmed her nerves as they entered the building.

Then her dreams fell apart because she didn't consider how expensive this would be which was silly of her.

As the helpful woman behind the desk talked about the costs her dream of having a little baby was vanishing fast.

Numbly she heads back out, Eddie jogs to catch up with her and his expression is full of sorrow.

"I should have realized it was so expensive" she murmurs and wipes her eyes hastily. Eddie pulls her into a tight hug.

"Don't cry sweetheart, we will work something out" suddenly there's a glint in his eye, an idea forming.

"Eddie?" she asks him curiously.

"How about I be the father? You trust me, I trust you, we're best friends, we adore each other, I would be there for you and the kid... It's not totally out the realm of possibilities is it?" he asks her gently and she stares at him stunned.

No, it wasn't... Eddie was a great guy, there couldn't be anyone more perfect to do this with.

"Are you sure? I mean we would need to have sex, do you even find me attractive? "she asks and feels a little shy at that thought because it's Eddie! Could they do this?

"You're beautiful," he tells her and his words are sincere, his big brown eyes full of adoration, a funny fluttering in her stomach at his sweetness.

"Do you think I'm attractive?" Eddie asks sounding nervous and she cups his cheek.

"You're sexy as hell and you know it, Edward Munson," she tells him and he smirks, his nerves disappearing.

"So we're doing this?" she asks him feeling a frisson of excitement.

"Yup, I'd do anything for you sweetheart"

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The next day after working up a shit ton of courage she was at Eddie's door and it was decided that they would sleep together that night.

Nerves were rampant in her stomach and Eddie was ever so sweet.

"Relax princess, it's just me" he soothes her, and she feels flustered.

"No one has seen me naked in a very long time" she admits and he softens.

She knew Eddie didn't have that problem, women loved him and he was always having hook us, though strangely enough none had happened in a long while and she wondered why?

Before she can think about it even more she throws caution to the wind and walks up to Eddie then kisses him.

He's surprised but recovers quickly and kisses her back.

She's never had such a perfect kiss, it takes her breath away, Eddie guides her to his room and her nerves begin to fall away as she grows more and more comfortable.

Their clothes are soon a mess on the floor and she's fully naked and the flustered, nervous feeling comes back.

Eddie notices and gazes at her with barely concealed lust.

"Don't shy away baby, you're so fucking beautiful" he begins to kiss down her body and all the way to the apex of her thighs and it feels so good.

His tongue laps at her clit, he uses his tongue and fingers to pleasure her and she's awash with the ecstasy of it all.

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Being with Eddie? Nothing had ever felt so good, so...right. The way he made her feel, the way his tongue felt between her thighs, the moans he made as she kissed down his stomach to his throbbing cock and took it in her mouth.

"Baby, if you keep doing that I'm gonna come" he rasps and she peers up at him smiling devilishly.

It was fun to watch him come apart like this, his cries of pleasure turning her on even more as she turned her attention to his balls.

It was easy to get lost in the way he made her feel as he regained dominance and had her straddling him, kissing her neck and sucking on the skin, making his way towards her breasts and leaving love bites.

The sensations were overwhelming as Eddie guided her onto his cock, his caressing over her backside.

The feeling of Eddie being inside her was unreal, she felt so full... So incredible.

"That's it, princess, all tight and perfect all for me" he croons, and the words make her clench around him, he groans in pleasure as she begins to move, riding him.

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Eddie was sure this was heaven, he watched yn ride him and almost came there and then but he held back, prolonging the pleasure, wanting to kiss and feel every part of her.

"That's it, baby, he moans as she clenches around him even harder, I'm gonna fill you up to the brim with my come, make you feel so good"

She's almost sobbing with the pleasure now and he can't hold back much longer as his thrusts get more and more erratic.

"Come for me princess" he groans out and when she does it brings on his own orgasm.

It's the most mindblowing orgasm he's ever had and he lays with yn stunned. He always knew it would be incredible between them but he didn't know it would be this good.

She looks up at him from where she has collapsed on his chest.

"Wow" is all she says and he knows she feels the same way he does. That it was the most perfect night either of them had.

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He expects the sex to be a one-time thing, no matter how much he wishes it was more and he's resigned himself to that.

Until yn shows up at his door again and as the weeks pass they can barely keep their hands off each other.

It isn't much of a surprise when yn rushes into his work (Wayne had opened up a garage) and was so excited.

"Eddie, I'm pregnant"

His heart races with happiness and he hurries over to her kissing her. The woman he loves more than anything is carrying his child. He can't believe it.

He vows to her that he will be there for everything she needs, whenever she needs it.

At this point, she's overcome with emotion and throws her arms around him.

"We're going to have a baby" she squeals and he returns the smile while gently kissing her on the head.

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Wayne wasn't happy with the situation, and it wasn't because he disliked yn, hell no. Eddie knew that Wayne adored her.

"You're in love with that girl, have been for a year now and you jump right in with this decision knowing full well how you feel and you don't tell her boy?"

Eddie hangs his head.

"I know I should have Wayne" he sighs and settles on the couch beside his uncle.

"That girl loves you too Eddie, I know it, Steve and Robin, Dustin, everyone knows it but you two"

He shakes his head.

No, she doesn't, he wishes she did but she doesn't. Still why does everyone think that yn loves him?

He feels a small spark of hope.

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Throughout the pregnancy, Eddie fell more in love yn than he ever thought possible.

What he didn't realize is that yn was falling more and more in love with him every day as well.

Today they were painting the room for the baby. Since they didn't know the gender and were keeping it a surprise they opted for a creamy white color and Eddie had designed stars, planets, and the moon that glittered in the dark.

Wayne had helped him build a crib and the rocking chair that had been used when Eddie was a baby was now in the room too.

Dustin, Steve, Robin, and the rest of the Hawkins gang had bought various throws and cute little outfits for the baby.

Eddie and yn had got the baby's first teddy, an adorable baby bat that they both loved on sight.

The nursery was definitely taking shape now and yn couldn't help but watch Eddie as he was fixing up shelves for the baby's books.

The love she had for him had grown stronger and stronger and she was head over heels in love with Eddie.

The dilemma she had been facing was how and when to tell him and she was panicking of he felt the same.

Everyone commented that Eddie was in love with her but she just wanted to be sure.

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Eddie had been trying to keep his feelings for yn under wraps for a while now but he couldn't hold it in any longer.

He needed to tell her how he felt and he just hoped that she felt the same. He bites his lip and asks for her to sit with him for a minute.

"There's something I've been wanting to tell you for a long time now baby" she peers up at him curious and his heart is racing, he takes a second, and then he tells her.

"I love you, princess, so much. So fucking much. For a while now" he waits for her reaction and anxiety fills his stomach until she cups his cheek and beams.

"Oh, Eddie. I'm in love with you" she says gently and grins happiness exploding inside him.

They kiss and he holds her close, hes never ever letting this amazing woman go. Suddenly they hear a throat clear and Wayne is watching them amused.

"I called you both getting together so I want this baby's middle name to be Wayne," he says smugly as he watches them from the door way.

"What if it's a girl?" Eddie points out and Wayne mulls this over.

"I'm still calling dibs on the middle name son"

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A few months later Arweyn Audrey Munson was born and Wayne got his wish and Eddie had Yn and his baby girl, two beautiful girls who had him wrapped around their fingers.

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bethelighthalazia · 1 month

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I was scared!

Summary: You and Jongho were a couple for almost a year, you visited a concert of his, standing in barricade spots. Noone could have imagined that you suddenly can't be found in the crowd anymore, which had suddenly started to push each other slightly. Completely written from Jongho´s point of view.

Pairing: bf!Jongho x fem!reader, established relationship

Word Count: 1233

Warnings: angsty (?), mentioned panic attack/anxiety, mentioned crowded place, description of fear (?), fluff in the end

[note: it´s not very long, but i had fun writing it from Jongho´s point of view. RE-UPLOAD from my old blog @/justsomedreaming]

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Y/n. She has been the light of my life for almost a year now. The both of us met during a fansign, I just fell in love with her that day and soon we had started dating. Even though it was hard at first with keeping it hidden, I soon decided to make it public. I didn't want to hide my feelings for her, nor how happy y/n made me. Hongjoong and the other hyungs were very supportive and welcomed y/n into our lives. She finished her fashion master's degree only shortly before we started dating and soon, Hongjoong hyung helped her with getting a job in our stylist team, mainly responsible for the outfits. That way, she was able to stay close with us.

This time though, she wanted to see our performance from ATINY's view once again, so I made sure to get her a VIP ticket and backstage pass. We once customized a Lightiny for each other, which she took with her when we arrived at the location and she had to find her spot in the audience area.

The moment we stepped out on stage, I found her gaze, never truly letting her out of sight, not only because I couldn't resist looking at my beautiful girlfriend, but also to check on her. I knew she struggles with crowded places and it was very clear to us that the host didn't meet all safety measures fully. The audience was squished into the rather tight space, I could see y/n slowly struggling and losing her calm expression. Even her eyes told me that she was terrified of all the people pushing and squeezing against each other. For a moment, only a few seconds, I looked at our captain to see his reaction to the situation, he had stopped the last performance to assess the problem. When I looked back to where y/n was standing, my heart stopped.

She wasn't there anymore. All of a sudden, I couldn't find y/n’s beautiful face anywhere in the crowd. Hongjoong hyung actually started to tell people to stop pushing into the areas, Mingi hyung told the security to open side gates, so the fans could get out safely since we finished the last song. The host really didn't plan it well and the hyungs were furious. But I couldn't focus on anything, a stinging pain in my chest when worry took over. What if y/n got hurt or was having a panic attack and I wasn't there for her?

I didn't even realize that my body had moved until a hand around my upper arm stopped me from climbing down the stage to find her.

“Jongho, you can't.” It was Seonghwa hyung’s voice, and even though I knew he was right, I pulled against his grip. Only when another set of hands helped him to hold me back, they managed to navigate me from the stage and out of the building through one of the backstage doors. When the cold air hit me, I just dropped onto the stairs, a dry sob escaping me. “Sh- she was in the crowd there…y/n was- I didn't see her anymore-”

My voice cracked, an icy feeling wrapped around my heart, my chest felt as if something coiled around it and squeezed all air out of my lungs. My hand was still clinging to my microphone, the little lucky charm that y/n made for me dangling from its end. I know that my eyes were aimlessly glancing around, it all felt like a blur of my vision, not able to make out a real thought aside of my worry for y/n. Well, that is until I noticed the Lightiny in the corner of my eyes. Y/n’s Lightiny. Holding my breath, I turned my head just a bit, another dry sob squeezed out between my lips when I saw that it was San holding it. He must have been standing with me all the time, because I could hear him thank someone for bringing it out to us and asking them to keep searching.

When he heard the sound I made, he sat down beside me, resting his empty hand on my shoulder, I could feel it squeeze comfortably. “Y/m, is she-” I whispered, my voice cracking once again, tears starting to sting in my eyes when San just shook his head. “Not yet. They found it with her stuff near one of the backstage doors. We hope that she slipped out and just hid backstage to calm down.”

His words just increased my worries. What if she got pushed and got hurt physically? Did she maybe stumble and hit her head or worse? A quiet cracking sound got to my ears, but I didn't pay attention, only thinking about her. That is, until San's hand pried my hand open to release my microphone from it, I squeezed it hard enough to break it. I didn't even notice that a little piece of it had cut into my palm.

“Found y/n.”

It was only quietly that I heard these words, my vision blurry as I stood up, almost knocking over San who was supporting me, because I must have swayed a little, when standing up, I got slightly dizzy from the sudden change of position. “T- they found her?” My voice still hoarse, I moved automatically, blinking quickly when I walked inside into the darker surroundings and out of the sunlight. San walked directly behind me, I could feel his hand on my back from time to time but when I saw her, I stopped. Seonghwa had his outfit jacket around her shoulders, speaking calmly at her. “Y/n…”

She must've heard my voice, because y/n looked up and her eyes widened as she suddenly ran towards me. Her arms wrapping around my middle, I stumbled slightly backwards, falling onto my butt, pulling her with me. My own arms wrapped around her, I made sure to keep her on top of me, so she wouldn't possibly get hurt. I couldn't stop myself from hiding my face against her neck, just holding her close for now.

“Y/n…I- I was so scared-”

My voice cracked once again and I could feel her body being shaken by sobs, my hyungs just staring at me for what I had said. They never really witnessed me being scared, so this was a first for them. Behind us, I could hear Seonghwa telling San in a whispering voice, that they had found y/n in our backstage room where we had prepared, hiding under one of my coats that I wore on our way here. This actually let me chuckle a bit in between my own quiet sobs, of course she hid in the most obvious spot and yet no one found her for a while.

This day truly showed me what fear feels like, especially the fear of possibly losing the person who makes me whole. I had been so scared she could have gotten hurt or anything, that everything only felt like a blur for me. When I looked at her, I couldn't help but take her face in both my hands to kiss her, the first time I did so in front of anyone, but I didn't care. I was just so relieved that she was alright.

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paracosmic-murdock · 9 months

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Tell me what are my words worth ; Benedict Bridgerton x Reader

Chapter 13: "Sans toi"

Pairing: Benedict Bridgerton x fem!reader

Summary: It has been two years since your secret was exposed and you had to leave London. Two years with deep buried misery and in which you missed everything you used to have. However, neglect, novelties, and letters made sure to give you more than one reason to return to claim someone who is as rightfully yours as your estate and your people: Benedict Bridgerton.

Warnings/tags: idiots in love, eventual smut, mutual pining, (kinda???) enemies (fake, this is just pride) to lovers (surely), bisexual benedict bridgerton, feminist themes, historical inaccuracy (for the sake of the plot), inspired by mulan (1998), song: the lakes (taylor swift), other tags to be added

Chapter summary: When you arrive in London, there is a soirée dedicated to your return. Clearly, the hate you expected to get from your loved ones wasn't what you received.

Word count: 2.3K

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Benedict knew he had lost you when he saw you walk through the door of your bedchambers in the Carrington Mansion, but it wasn't until a week later that he realized that his life without you had just begun.

After having had all of you, what was he supposed to do without you?

Firstly, his brothers tried to convince him that it was not worth it and that he could find a woman like you anywhere. They did not believe in their own words, especially Anthony, who couldn't conceive the possibility of finding another Kate anywhere in the world.

He recently saw Colin falling in love with Penelope. Or realizing of the fact, for that matter, and everything was harder for him.

Benedict tried hard to take refuge in pairs of arms so he could never see himself without you anymore.

Two years passed, 63,072,000 seconds, and you were in his thoughts every single and each one of them.

Two years have passed and inconvenient mothers would not leave him alone, plus, the life of a bachelor got more complicated each day, so he simply started looking for a wife until he stumbled upon the only woman in Europe that did not share a single similarly with you.

And that was who he kept: Miss Hayley Prince.

She was not an easy woman in all honesty, but he had learned to ignore it.

"Are you alright?"

Eloise sighed nervously. "Indeed I am, Brother. Why the question?"

"You seem restless," Benedict commented. "Is everything okay?"

"Of course it is!" She nodded.

He frowned, not believing his sister but decided to let her be.

Clearly, Eloise was not alright. Her nervousness had a motive and the motive was you: she had written you a letter, urging you to come back to London to save her most favorite brother from falling from grace.

"I found it!" a voice yelled, rushing steps invading the sitting room where Benedict had planned to read peacefully but wasn't allowed to by the intrusions. "It is in French, I hear it is one of the first copies."

"Come, Pen!" Eloise urged her best friend, taking her hand in hers and running to her bedchambers.

Benedict was still curious, but said nothing as he was finally alone. He would find out one way or another anyway.

That very same afternoon you had left your Grandfather alone in the sitting room and taken your leave to the Château de Germolles to talk to your cousin.

Regardless of everything that had happened between you, Claude was still the one responsible for everything until your heir was born, and his ignorance of the latter thing was an advantage you could use in your favor when you convinced him to send news that your bastard brother was a criminal that belonged in a dungeon.

The man was given no other choice but to escape and you were given no other choice but to pack your prettiest dresses, finest jewels, all your money, most expensive and useless assets, and make your way to London the next morning.

"My, my, Lady Y/N, I was certainly not expecting you so soon!" Lady Danbury received you with a knowing smile.

"I am thankful you received me, my Lady," You smiled. "And Eloise's letter had a great connotation of urgency."

She nodded, guiding you inside her home. "All of us have been eager to reunite with you."

"All of you?" You swallowed with difficulty, fearing for the answer. "After what happened?"

"Oh, my dear…" She shook her head. "We do not blame you at all. I think it takes great courage to do what you did, to fool these ignorant men… You did what you had to do and we admire you for it."

You frowned. "I- I thought everyone hated me."

"No one of worth does," Lady Danbury winked. "I have organized a soirée for the ladies tonight. Now it seems like we have a motive for it!"

"Is there any way I can help organize it?"

"It is all settled," she replied. "You can help by having some rest after such a long way."

You curved your lips. "Will do, my Lady."

One of her maids took you to your bedchambers, where you indeed changed your dress for something more comfortable and fell asleep as you were incredibly exhausted.

Later, the very same maid woke you up from your nap.

"There is a bath prepared for you, my Lady," she announced. "Your maid helped us make it the way you prefer it."

"Thank you." You smiled and stood up.

An hour later, you were walking down the stairs with a sky blue and silver sequined dress and your long hair neatly styled.

Many reactions received you: judgemental looks, envying stares, and admiring smiles. You were used to them all.

The first to greet you was Daphne Bridgerton, complimenting your dress and promising that her family would be all glad to see you again. Then, Lady Featherington, promising to never have believed the words of Whistledown. Many ladies whose faces you could not recognize gave you fake smiles, but then you saw the lady you feared to encounter the most: Violet Bridgerton.

You believed she would hate you. In her family, both Benedict and Eloise knew that the secret that was exposed by Lady Whistledown was true, but you weren't sure how aware of that she was.

However, when her motherly smile greeted you before her voice did, you concluded that whether she knew or not, she did not care.

"Oh, my dear… Only if you knew how glad I am to see you again."

You smiled with nostalgia in your eyes, and gave her a tight hug. It was inevitable, then, to say "I am so sorry for what I did."

"No," She shook her head. "You have nothing to apologize for."

"But your son-"

She looked at you with her lips pursed. "My son has missed you terribly."

"Has he really?" you asked. "Eloise sent-"

"Forgive me for the intrusion," The unknown woman interrupted your conversation with Violet Bridgerton with a polite smile. "Lady Bridgerton, before I forget, my parents wanted to invite you and Benedict for dinner tomorrow night."

Your heart started to beat faster at the mention of his.

"I will discuss it with my son first and-"

"Oh, no, I already spoke with him. He agreed."

Lady Bridgerton nodded. "Uh, silly me… Y/N, this is Miss Hayley Prince. Miss Prince, this is Lady Y/N of Burgundy."

"Oh, it is a pleasure to meet you!" she exclaimed.

You didn't know her a bit, but you hated her. Did you have a valid reason to? Yes. Do you need a reason to dislike someone? No. But in this case, you did have a reason and you were allowed to dislike her.

You made an annoyed smile hidden behind a look of kindness. "Nice to meet you." you said, bitterness poisoning your voice.

She smiled, catching your disgust but not saying a word.

"Lady Danbury is calling me, if you'll excuse me."

Followed by their gazes you left the room, angry steps breaking the silence of the hallways.

"Hiding from something?"

"Miss Bridgerton, you were the one to summon me here," you noted with a forced smile, trying to conceal how upset you were after seeing her. "What could I possibly be hiding from if I am supposed to have come to face a thing or two?"

"Have you met her?" she asked in an unfazed way.

"She just came to interrupt my conversation with your Mama to show off that she and Benedict had talked about having dinner with her, God!" you complained. "I believed I had already faced the punishment for my actions, but it seems like they never end!"

Eloise smirked. "I must be there when my brother sees you again after two years. He will be taken aback by your return."

"He better be."

"We are all going for a promenade tomorrow morning, Mama said," she commented. "I will make sure for her to invite Lady Danbury."

"Is she going to be there?" you questioned.

"No." Eloise answered.

"Your Mama said that Benedict has missed me terribly," You looked at the ceiling, feeling homesick at the dearth of art. You miss your home, if you are being honest, but sometimes missing a person is much more powerful. "Was she truthful?"

She gave you a knowing stare. "You would be surprised, my dearest friend."

You laughed slightly. "So? When is the next big event?"

"The Queen's Ball next week."

"I will meet you there," you promised with a nod. "Why do we dislike Miss Prince?"

Eloise gasped. "She is the cousin of Cressida Cowper! She is just like her… she has shared quite the repertoire of opinions on how I should fill the standards of a fine lady and she made fun of Pen."

"Oh, my Lord… Does your brother know?"

"No, but all of us dislike her for our own motives:" she noted. "Anthony finds her quite annoying, though he is a huge hater either way. She said to Colin that it was negligent and irresponsible to travel abroad. She flirted with Simon, so that's in for him and Daphne, and Kate overheard her talking about me. She also has very controversial opinions on gender roles."

"How so?"

"Well, it seems like she thinks that us women are better off living under the men's mandate."

You frowned. "God forbid she ever longs to go to university, travels for days and impersonates a fictional brother to do so, gets brutally exposed by Lady Whistledown and has her Grandfather force her to live under his command and hateful speech."

"Cheers to that." she mused.

Eloise and you kept chit-chatting for a few minutes and later returned to the soirée.

You and Eloise walked to the table where Violet Bridgerton, Lady Danbury, Daphne Basset, Kate Bridgerton and Hayley Prince were sitting.

"It's great to see you again, my Lady." Kate smiled.

"Call me Y/N," You wrinkled your nose. "No need for titles between friends, I suppose."

"You are right." Daphne smiled.

"How is little Auggie, Daphne?" you asked her with a smile.

"Oh, he has grown so much! He looks like a replica of Simon."

"I can only imagine! He is the most handsome baby I have ever seen."

Miss Prince chimed in. "Do you know Auggie, Y/N?"

You frowned in discontent at her calling you by your name, but let your face do the talking instead of you. "He even poured tea in my dress, we were best friends for a day."

"Auggie has never been one to get on well with people he hasn't seen before, or some people at all. A very selective child," the Duchess commented. "However, he adored Y/N from the moment he first saw her."

"A common reaction from the Bridgerton boys." Lady Danbury commented, making you, Daphne, Kate and Violet suppress a laugh Eloise couldn't.

"Benedict most of all." the younger Bridgerton noted. "He will be ecstatic to see her, will he not?"

"I am certain he will." Kate went with it.

"You should come to dinner tomorrow!" Eloise exclaimed with a knowing smirk. "It must be tomorrow night as it is the last day the whole family will be here since Simon and Daphne are leaving for Hastings!"

"Oh, are you leaving, Daphne?"

The redhead nodded. "Unfortunately, Y/N. Simon has duties to fulfill at home, as I know you very well understand. Tomorrow is indeed the last night of us all together, so it would be perfect for dinner."

"Uh, but my dinner is tomorrow. Benedict will formally introduce himself to my family." Hayley interjected.

"That is right," Lady Bridgerton said. "But perhaps your parents can make an exception, can they not, dear? Y/N's arrival after two years is a very important event for the Bridgertons and we would really like to celebrate it with our family."

"It is alright, then, my Lady." She nodded.

"Y/N, I have started reading your book!" Eloise gushed. "Pen found it, it is one of the first copies published. It is in French, so I have been translating it."

You let out a nervous chuckle. "One of the first copies, you said?"

"Yes! It has a very interesting main character."

"Can you lend it to me once you have finished?" Kate wondered.

"Of course, dear Sister in law," she agreed. "I am certain Benedict will like it also."

"No!" you yelled, catching everyone's attention. You showed a sheepish look. "I mean, no… Uh, he- he will not like it, I am sure. It is… not the type of book he likes."

"Dear, are you joking?" Lady Danbury questioned. "I have been made aware that he is quite an art and literature enthusiast. Your book is full of beautifully written poetry, I am sure he will like it."

You forced a smile. "Perhaps I should help you finish translating it, El…"

"Benedict speaks French very well, I assume he will not have an issue with it."

"It is always more comfortable to read something in your mother tongue, Eloise… I should know!" you lied. Clearly, you have always preferred reading books in their original language, but that they don't know. "Have you ever read Marília de Dirceu? It is nicer in French than Portuguese."

Of course it is not. You have always felt that its beauty is in its language, but that they didn't know.

"Perhaps you are right," Lady Bridgerton said. "After all, you are the polyglot here."

You smiled widely. "I am, yes."

"On the other hand, I prefer Indian books in Bengali and English books in English," Kate smirked, catching on to Eloise's intentions. "It should be up to Benedict to decide, right? He could read the original and what Eloise has translated and make his verdict."

"Or is it something he shouldn't see?"

You stood up. "Excuse me, I am dead tired!" you babbled and left in a hurry.

"I am confused." Miss Prince mentioned.

"Aren't we all?" Lady Bridgerton rolled her eyes.

"It is an inside joke, Mama," Eloise replied. "Not a thing to worry about."

Kate took a sip of her wine. "Not a thing indeed."

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meimi-haneoka · 20 days

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I'm going to randomly copy and paste some musings I wrote on my private account on Twitter, cause I find it kinda amusing and I want to share it here too :3

"The moon is really beautiful, isn't it?"

"Because it's something about you, Akiho-san."

Kaito's behavior in the special chapter might appear "new" and sudden, but he's actually always been throwing "bombs" at Akiho, exposing his feelings just like it was the most natural and normal thing. 🤭❤️ The only difference is that now he understands what those feelings are 😁

Like, I can totally expect that one day in the future he'll just go "One day, when we'll be married..." completely out of nowhere while they're chatting & having dinner and Akiho will struggle to not choke on her plate 😂😂😂 Yeah, somehow I don't see very flashy kind of proposals from either of them, probably cause they've been through enough "out of ordinary" shit that normal and comforting is what makes their heart beat the fastest, and makes them the happiest ❤️

In this regard, I'll say once again that Kaito totally reminds me of Sakura. The way they can just blurt out their feelings in such a nonchalant, almost naive way, while not fully understanding what they are. Here Sakura is basically doing the same thing Kaito did throughout Clear Card! Saying stuff like that ☝️ and yet not understanding that she was falling in love with him herself. 😁

The nonchalant way in which Sakura and Kaito's feelings surface makes people misunderstand them for "friendship" or common affection, throughout their respective arcs. Like, I can't count how many times I've seen people say they didn't understand when Sakura started to fall in love with Syaoran, and that the realization at the end felt too sudden. It's because, as usual with Clamp, you have to pay attention to what they're NOT spelling out. That's what happened with Kaito too. 🤷‍♀️ People couldn't see that he's been literally spelling out his feelings himself since long time (that's why Momo got mad! Like "how can you say something like that and not REALIZE IT??"), they got sidetracked by the idea he was a villain (and therefore just manipulating and using her), and then by his relationship with Lilie (all stuff Clamp did on purpose, mind you, cause it was too soon for you to be sure of it yet). It's been clear for a long time, but in their Spaces lately CLAMP reiterated how they love to keep their readers guessing and on their toes till the end, so in my opinion they won't hesitate to try to sidetrack you a little bit along the way (but if you stick closely, you'll understand what's the real deal). I guess with Sakura they tried to sidetrack with her crush on Yukito. 😁

So yeah, I've been saying multiple times during the serialization how those two gave me such a similar vibe (and that maybe helped Sakura empathize with him).

Akiho is quite straightforward too, especially after she found her own confidence and voice, but I was just thinking that Syaoran is quite the opposite instead, he's very conscious of his feelings and even in Clear Card, he had to prepare himself days in advance before managing to ask Sakura, stuttering and all, for a date himself 😂 Thankfully, at the end of the special chapter he was able to make his own romantic statements without getting too flustered 😆 (at long last, after 2 years of dating! 😂)

#cosmos & crystals #clear card arc #ccsakura #💚🩷#my random musings because people need to see the connections between Sakura and Kaito #I think they're so interesting considering they're two VERY powerful magicians #but also the parallels and connections between the OG and Clear Card that too many people still insist in denying #Sakura was able to gently scold Kaito into acknowledging his bond with Akiho in ch. 77 #precisely because she went through the same turmoil HERSELF #understanding yourself ISN'T easy especially for some people

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hopeforkitten · 3 months

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We were Raphael's pet, but what about being Haarlep's pet?

• of course, Raphael will not allow him to leave an ordinary lost adventurer. but what about the new debtor, who did not have time to completely lose her mind and was picked up by Haarlep. Raphael is busy with adventures with tadpoles, he does not have time to give the new girl an instruction, so the poor thing is shaking and crying in the corners of the house. Haarlep finds a surprisingly reasonable debtor and decides to keep an eye on her. The owner is not spoiling him with attention at all right now, and any free ears will be pleasant to him.

• the debtor does not remember her past, does not remember why she is here, provoking these fragments of the mind is quite fun for Haarlep.

• Haarlep wears it under his arm like a ball

• while Raphael is away, he can take her to the boudoir, the main thing is that the owner did not find out about it.

• Haarlep plays a melody with the help of finger clicks, the debtor begins to answer him

"Maybe you were a bard?"

"A bard?" she asked thoughtfully.

"Well, you sang songs, all that"

"Songs... I think it's very scary."

"Scary?"

"Well, there was a beautiful woman in this house and she sang beautifully. But only at first it was beautiful, then she coughed more and more often, and her voice turned into a scream. Even rather loud sobs, and she still couldn't shut up, it was very scary."

Haarlep mumbled understandingly, remembering the debtor who had arrived in front of her. An opera singer whose fate is very poetic.

• "And there's a scary gentleman walking around the house. Everyone else shies away from him, and I saw him swearing at one of them... I would not like to meet him." the debtor huddles at the door of the boudoir, not daring to go any further.

"Oh, this is Lord Raphael and he is our host." Haarlep looks into the closets with clothes trying to find something the size of a girl.

The debtor is even more worried and hopefully asks him.

"But you can protect me from him, right?"

Haarlep laughs and returns his gaze to her, assessing her from head to toe, making her squirm under his undressing gaze.

"He's very busy right now, so you won't be seeing him anytime soon."

He thought a little.

"In the meantime, you will be my ward... well, or rather a pet"

"A pet... And who are you anyway?"

"I'm just a taller servant of Raphael"

"And you also look very similar to him: wings, horns and hairstyle..."

"He's a bastard in many ways. I can look different, but he only requires his appearance."

"Do you want me to take your form?" The usual cunning gleam returned to Haarlep's eyes.

"Doesn't it hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt more than everything that awaits you here. Give me your hand,"

Haarlep weaves their fingers and two identical debtors stand opposite each other. The girl realizes that she has not yet seen her own reflection, because there are no mirrors in the corridors of the house of hope.

"Am I beautiful?"

Her copy laughs and rubs her cheek

"So far, you're dirty, little mouse. But we will definitely see what is hiding under this dirt."

•Forgive me, but what suitable clothes can Haarlep find? Between bdsm belts and Raphael's huge shirts...... a fitish maid's dress? I approve of this idea

• which will drive you crazy faster: the entourage of hell, or the fact that Haarlep will use you as a gossip girl friend? He will tell you how terrible his master is, how pathetic he is, how he rehearses performances for clients and how he thinks about loving some mortal named Tav.

#raphael x tav #haarlep #haarlep × tav #Does the rule my pet's pet #not my pet work for them?#Haarlep × reader

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buckybarnessunflower · 2 years

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Together Forever Chap. 18

Chapter Warnings:::

Brief mentions of war

Angst

Brief mentions of a panic attack

Over the next few days Y/n and Steve spent as much time together as they could not knowing when they would see each other again or rather if they ever would see each other again. The twins hated that the thought crossed their minds but their life at been filled with the tragic loss that wars often bring families and their family had not been exempt from it.

Steve's heart would clinch in his chest at the thought of not seeing his twin again, his lungs burned from the effort of trying to take a breath too big for his small body as he tried to calm himself from his panic attack. Y/n would often find him with his knees to his chest and sit beside him doing breathing exercises until his breathing matched hers. They would embrace, both squeezing as hard as they could, trying desperately to hang on to one another before this war ripped them a part.

The twins hoped that they would survive the war, that Bucky would too and that Y/n and Bucky would finally walk down the aisle together. It was a conversation the twins often shared to get their minds away from the war that they would soon be fighting. Steve promised he would walk her down the aisle, Becca and Winnifred would help her pick out a dress and do her hair before Steve would walk her to Bucky who Steve said would look at her lovingly.

The twins had tears in their eyes as they spoke about when Bucky and Y/n would have kids and if it was a girl to name her Sarah after their mom. They missed her dearly, it felt simultaneously like they had just lost her yesterday and that it had been the reality of losing her years ago. That's how grief works though, each moment is one you realize that someone you love is gone and that they aren't here to share a memory with you but you keep living and clinging on to what memories you have of them.

"I miss her" Steve said desperately trying to keep his tears at bay but failing as they rolled down his cheeks and falling to the floor. "I miss her too Stevie" Y/n said hugging him tightly. Pulling away from each other Y/n took in a shuddering breath before looking at her brother "She would be proud of you, of how strong you're being and I know her and dad are looking down on us with a smile on their faces." She said with a smile that Steve copied.

The night before Y/n was set to leave for the 107th and Steve was suppose to find out what exactly would happen with the project he would be a part of Dr. Erskine came to his tent. Steve had been awake and when the doctor sat across from him he couldn't help but ask what had been plaguing his mind since the doctor had stamped accepted on his paper; the same paper that doctor after doctor before him refused to even consider accepting him.

"Why me"? Steve asked, his elbows on his knees and his fingers tightly woven between each other so he didn't pull at his hair from how nervous he was about the day ahead.

"I suppose that is the only question that matters" Dr. Erskine said with a sigh as he glanced around the room and then at the bottle of wine that he held in his hand. "This is from Augsburg, nice city" he continued and Steve furrowed his brows but the doctor ignored Steve's look of confusion.

"So many people forget that the first country the Nazi's invaded was their own" he said and cleared his throat "After the last war my people struggled for weeks, it was the war then Hitler comes in and starts marching, he puts up this big show and so on" he said with a wave of his hand knowing Steve was getting more confused at his rambling.

"Here's the thing my work it defines me and he points at me and says you, you will make us strong" Dr. Erskine was looking at Steve now and he could see the haunted look in the older man's eyes as he delved deeper into his story.

"Well I am not interested so he sends the head of Hydra; his research division and a brilliant scientist by the name of Johann Schmidt, he was ambitious he and Hitler share a passion for power. Hitler did not need to use his fantasies that he used to inspire his followers, Schmidt does not think of it as a fantasy but as very real. He was convinced that there was a great power hidden in the earth left by the Gods ready to be used by superior men." He says and Steve is now intently listening to the doctors story, watching as the man sitting across from him gets a troubled look on his face as he remembers the horrors of what he had to endure.

"Schmidt once he finds out what it can do could not resist, he wanted to be the superior man and I watched as he injected himself with it" he swallowed the lump forming in his throat as Steve nodded now understanding "Did it make him stronger"? Steve asked and the doctor nodded his head in confirmation with a small smirk on his face "Yes it did but it had other effects as well, he wasn't ready but more importantly the serum amplifies everything that is inside so good becomes great, bad becomes worse" he finished and they looked at each other, Steve still not understanding exactly why he was chosen.

Dr. Erskine pointed his finger at Steve, an unmistaken smile on his face "this is why you were chosen, because a strong man whom has known power all his life may lose respect for that power but a weak man knows the value of strength and knows compassion" he finished still with a small smile on his face.

"Thanks, I think" Steve said looking down at his boots then back up at the doctor who's eyes now looked more gentle, gone was the eyes of a man who had been forced to work for men that Steve wanted to stop, stop from causing anymore harm to people.

"Whatever happens tomorrow you must promise me one thing" Dr. Erskine said while pouring two glasses full of the dark wine. "That you must stay who you are; not a perfect soldier but a good man" they smiled at one another.

Steve raised his glass "To the little man" he said and they clinked their glasses together before putting it to their lips but before Steve could take a sip the doctor grabbed the glass from him" No, no wait you have a procedure tomorrow, no fluids" he said pouring what was in Steve's glass into his own. "We will drink tomorrow" Steve said making the doctor chuckle " I have no procedure tomorrow so I'll drink now" he quickly emptied the glass before leaving.

The next morning the twins had to rush to get ready, they both stumbled out of their tents trying to tie their boots. Peggy had a faint smile on her face as she watched Steve almost fall to the ground before Y/n helped him. When Steve's eyes met hers he had a growing blush on his cheeks. Y/n noticed his change immediately, how he tried to get the wrinkles out of his suit and how his cheeks seemed to get redder by the second as he fumbled with his bags.

Y/n smiled at Peggy, she could tell that the other woman liked her twin and that he liked her back. Her heart swelled at the thought of Steve maybe finally getting a chance at being happy with someone like Bucky makes her happy. Her thoughts were cut short by the sound of two car horns, all three of their heads snapped in the direction of the sound. One car would take her to the airport where she would join the war and see Bucky again, the love of her life. The other car would take Steve and Peggy to wherever the project would be done at.

Y/n worried about Steve, she didn't know what he would have to do but it was too late now, they both had a path that they chose and would have to go down. The twins looked at each other, not wanting to say goodbye. This would be the first time that they would ever be separated since they were born. Y/n felt tears start to form in her eyes and she could see Steve's eyes glisten with the same unshed tears. They wrapped their arms around each other tightly, words not needed to express the love that they felt for each other.

"Tell Bucky I said hey" he whispered to her and breathed in her perfume, trying so desperately to cling to whatever he could to help remember his twin. "Of course" she said and her voice was laced with emotion, it hung thick in the air making it hard to take in a deep breath of air that their lungs needed.

"I'll see you soon" he promised with a smile and looked back at Peggy who was patiently waiting on him. "You better, and while you're here do me a favor and talk with Peggy. She likes you" Y/n said with a wink making Steve's blush return.

Y/n got in the car and waved at Steve one last time.

Steve got in the car with Peggy, his heart thumping wildly at being so close to her and he remembered Y/n words to him "She likes you". Peggy was so pretty, it couldn't be true, that she could possibly like him. All the girls Bucky had tried to hook him up with had scoffed at him, wanting someone that looked like Bucky and not like Steve. His eyes caught hers briefly and hope swelled in his chest, she didn't look at him with the same disdain that the other girls had.

Steve knew he wasn't good at talking with girls, Peggy even commented on his lack of communication skills.

They did share one thing in common if nothing else and that was finding the right person to dance with.

Steve wished now more than ever that he had Bucky's confidence but he had hope that maybe just maybe once all this was over and done with that he could take Peggy out dancing.

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zitasaurusrex · 2 years

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idk if y'all want to hear more about my very much doomed unethical war furry story i'm never going to finish but it is the last original thing i worked on so like...

basically it's a pile of tropes i think are interesting/enjoy for their sadness value/vibe with for whatever reason. i didn't have it all thought out. and maybe it was bad, i don't know.

there are two main characters. one is "wise", short for wiseguy, because all he had was a designation number but long ago when he was young (and not yet ground completely into the dirt) his mouth was too smart and his head was too stupid. wise is a wolf man that was engineered and raised as a weapon because technically if you're part animal you're not human, and if you're not a legally recognized sapient species there are no space laws protecting you. fought in a war against a terrible dangerous space enemy that was doing lots of murder and violence to a lot of planets and lost the unethical furry clone siblings he cared about.

to add insult to injury, after the war was safely over the highly unethical furries did get recognized legally as people, which meant the organization that created wise dumped him out into the world with nowhere to go because they couldn't keep him anymore.

wise is very traumatized for obvious reasons, and suffers from unexplained migraines that sometimes debilitate him for days at a time. this makes it hard for him to hold down even the shitty space dockyard work he's managed to find. wise is very miserable and bitter always.

the other main character is xiris, a member of an eusocial insectoid species with telepathy that was almost completely wiped out in the war. this is a thing a lot of people don't understand about them, because it looks like there are a lot of them around. the thing is that a single bug alien hive can be an extremely large number of bodies but they're all kind of one individual and the psychic center of the hive is the queen. i was still working on all the details of this idea.

xiris is an unmated queen who is not in the matriarch-of-a-hive life stage, she's just one individual in one body. she is painfully alert to how her people are dying out, and the remaining queens are infighting with one another over increasingly scant resources. the problem they're having is they can't build more hiveships which are highly specialized and in large percentage biological constructs that all come from the same foundry.

the bug aliens use psychic imprints to transfer information and memory and all that good stuff to one another, and they also used that as keys to important organic technology like the great foundry. it was possible to lose those keys if they lost all the right people at once.

this is kind of a fragile way for things to be, but sometimes that is the decisions people make and how a civilization ends up balanced on a point of failure. for them, that point of failure was realized when so many queens were slain in the war. worst of all the high queen, the caretaker of failsafe copies of all their most important imprints, was also killed.

xiris was supposed to grow into her own and found her hive and begin taking on, bit by bit, the duty of safeguarding those imprints before the old queen passed, but obviously some things happened.

when the old queen died, she didn't have another queen to pass the imprints to. and, because the bug aliens were like that, all the members of her own hive (kind of a part of her) would die soon after her, so she couldn't store them there.

but there were allied soldiers fighting the enemy alongside her hive, and one of them was close enough...

it takes xiris several years to work through this and figure out what the fuck happened.

and so wise, extremely burned out and bitter wolfman struggling with stigma and disability and having no future, eventually gets his day ruined by a very intense alien bug princess who needs him to understand that she needs the migraines out of his head now.

because they belong to her people, and they're very important.

wise is not very happy to have his day ruined, but is like great. awesome. how do you get them out of my head, can we do it now?

it is at this point that xiris realizes she doesn't actually know how she's going to do this.

and so they have to go on an adventure about it, and this is terrible timing because the space enemy that i hadn't finished figuring out anyway is coming back.

there u go, that's my overly ambitious scifi novel i don't think i'm strong enough to write.

also, the main two characters are not a ship.

like, if someone wanted to write that fanfic i guess they could, but they're super not. it is hard for them to become friends and that's enough.

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traceyaudette · 4 months

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Wild Hearts and Broken Dreams

Triggers: Triggers: Unwanted pregnancy, talk of death of a baby, drug use during pregnancy, murdering a newborn child. abortion

Please do not alter, copy, or do anything else that is sketchy with my work. This story will be continued on Wattpad.

Preface

Dedria lay in bed, the exhaustion overtaking her; she laid back, sighing, glad it was over. She had been careless, had forgotten her birth control, and had gotten pregnant. She did not realize she was pregnant until it was too late, and no ethical doctor would perform an abortion.

Even the unethical Dr. Edward Matthews, her physician, the physician who kept the ladies at the Dangerous Curves, the brothel she and her husband owned, would perform an abortion.

'What's its name?" Dedria glared at her husband. Glancing at the bassinet, she had no feelings for the creature lying there.

"Doc said it won't live through the night...it's only 3 pounds. I told him to hurry the process along?" Camron frowned as the nurse pushed her out of the room.

Deidra glared at Camron as the doctor walked in. "Fix this shit, so I don't have another one. Tie my tubes, take my shit out... "

The doctor looked at her, frowning. "That poor innocent soul is gone because of your drug use. I should report you."

Camron shoved the doctor against the wall. "THE ONLY REASON YOU'RE STILL PRACTICING IS BECAUSE OF US! YOUR DRUG USE KILLED A WHOLE FAMILY. "

Dr. Matthews rushed out towards the door. “I will prepare for your hysterectomy, Dedria. Are you sure about this?”

“I do not want to have children!” She screamed! Dr. Matthews rushed from the room, to grab his nurse and prepare for the procedure.

Deidra started to get out of bed. Camron handed her a small pack. 'Take these. Relax, I'll take care of everything. "

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Behind Dangerous Curves, beyond the stone wall, there was a thick wood glen. Shining through the branches of the trees were bright lights and celestial music could be heard. In the center was a nest of ferns, flowers, and herbs of lavender and mint.

The nurse carried the sweet baby girl towards the glen; her weak cries could be heard. The nurse hummed a lullaby to the baby, holding the baby close to her. Once inside the safety of the glen, she laid the baby into the nest. The baby started to coo, and whispers of light flew around the baby.

Whispers and kisses of light enveloped the baby’s body, lifting the body from the nest. The small body grew, and the weak cooing sound became stronger. The warm glowing light extinguished the whispers of love, joy, and kisses, were gone. The baby was gently placed back in the nest.

The nurse stepped forward, and the residents of the glen bowed. She shall be called Quinn Rion; for she shall lead us one day.

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Kellen Taggert returned home to find himself a broken man. His wife had divorced him, sold all of their possessions, and vanished without a trace with their ten-year-old daughter. Leaving him with nothing but the clothes on his back. The weight of the situation left him feeling lost, confused, and alone.

As he stepped off the plane, he felt a sense of overwhelming sadness and exhaustion. He had no idea what he was going to do. He soon heard motorcycles in the distance, and a small glimmer of hope flickered in his heart. He looked up and saw his brothers, who had come to welcome him home.

Their faces were filled with love and concern as they approached him, and Kellen couldn't help but smile a sad, tired smile. Although he had lost everything, he knew he could count on his brothers to be there. They were his family, and they would help him rebuild his life.

#orginal story #orginal writing #orginal character #fairies #warewolves

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strsburn · 3 years

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destiny led me to you | loki

pairing - loki laufeyson x female reader

synopsis - driven by the heartbreak of losing your entire world by the hands of thanos, you set out to find him, leaving destruction in your path in multiple universes; thus creating a horde of branches in the timeline and catching the attention of the TVA.

but you would do it all again if it meant you could see him once more.

notes - this is hopefully going to be a series, depending on the feedback i receive, i plan to follow the episodes only slightly because i dont want it to be an exact copy of the show.

[THIS WILL CONTAIN SPOILERS FOR LOKI SERIES]

idea credit ( @horrorisunknowntoyou ) thank you for the inspo and allowing me to run with it!

warnings - death, violence, angst, and possible smut (in later chapters?)

wc - 2.4k

MASTERLIST • AO3

"Dread it, run from it. Destiny arrives all the same." A wrinkled hand reaches for your chin, running prune colored fingers along your jawline, doting; mockingly.

Your heartbeat pulses loudly in your ears, eyes glazing over with exhaustion and pain as you attempt to glare, the notion in vain as the titan merely chuckled amusedly.

"I can see great power in you, little one. An infinity stone pulses beneath your every vein. Tell me, where is the tesseract?"

You remain silent.

"We don't have the tesseract, it was destroyed along with all of Asgard." Thor interjects weakly from where he lies, his body held tightly in the arms of the black order.

Guilt sweeps across your being as you make eye contact with Loki, sharing a single nod as you both know what you must do.

Thanos grows annoyed with your unwillingness to comply as he walks over with loud steps, his footprints visible as he raises his gauntlet up, the power stone shining threateningly close to Thor.

"The tesseract, or your brother's head. I assume you have a preference." It's not a question. Merely a statement, one that Loki knows he must prove unbothered.

"Oh, I do. Kill away." To anyone else it would seem he couldn't care less about his brother's demise, but you know your love better than he does himself and you catch the glance of fear that washes over cerulean eyes.

You can only watch in trepidation as the stone makes contact with the God's head. Agonized cries escaping as his skin is burned by the mere power of the stone.

Loki does his best to look unaffected, but you catch the hitch in his breath as he batters inner turmoil. the universe, or his brother.

"Alright, that's enough!"

Loki turns his palm up, as a familiar blue cube materializes in his hand. The eerie blue glow casting a shadow upon his face.

Thanos steps away, smug. You force yourself to look away from Thor's accusing gaze.

"You truly are the worst, brother." Thor shakes his head, eyes disappointed but not surprised.

As Thanos moves to take the stone from his hand cerulean blue eyes make contact with your own and you feel a wave of fear wash over you as you recognize the look in Loki's eyes.

"I assure you, brother. The sun will shine on us again." He does not move his gaze from your own and you can't help but feel this is an unspoken goodbye.

"Your optimism is misplaced, asgardian."

"Well, for one thing, I'm not asgardian. For another, we have a hulk."

In a blur of color you are shoved from where you lie, a slithe figure covering your own as you breathe in the familiar scent of cinnamon and leather.

"We don't have much time, my love. I just want you to know that I love you dearly, and I am grateful for the time I had with you. May I see you again, in Valhalla." His eyes are teary and you barely process his words, as his hands grab hold of your face and pull you into a kiss.

The kiss is desperate, filled with love and grief and you can only briefly kiss your love back as he steps closer to Thanos, rambling on about undying fidelity.

You catch a glimpse of silver behind his back and you gasp as realization sets in.

You move to reach him just as he leaps for Thanos, the knife poised for his head, frozen in mid air as the stones across his knuckles pulse.

"Undying fidelity, you should choose your words more wisely."

You cry out as Loki struggles in his grip, his skin fading blue. You crawl forward, legs aching as you reach for him, your progress hinged by your inability to walk.

"You will never be a god." The rasped words are followed by a snap as his neck gives out beneath Thanos' hands.

A tortured scream rings out and it takes you a second to realize it's your own. A broken sob leaves you as you crawl forward to reach where Thanos has carelessly thrown the body of your love.

You heave as your shaky fingers caress his face, his lifeless eyes staring ahead as you clutch him to your chest.

You rock back and forth knotting your fingers in his hair as you plead for the nightmare to end.

"No resurrections this time."

A portal opens and closes behind you, yet you make no motion to move.

You simply close your eyes and welcome the sweet release of death as the universe explodes around you.

N E W Y O R K 2 0 1 2

"'Coordinates for search and rescue, on my way now.' I mean honestly, how-" Loki is promptly shut up by the mouth guard that decorates his face, courtesy of his brother.

Displeasure makes an appearance as Loki is led to the elevator followed by the avengers that quickly file in. The only source of entertainment being the temper tantrum the green beast throws as he is denied entry. Loki can hardly contain his glee as he waves mockingly as the doors close.

As he is led to the ground floor his cuffed hands clinking annoyingly with every step he glances wearily around himself, dreading the lecture that is sure to come once he reaches asgard. He has no doubt in his mind that Odin will find perfect reason to throw him to the wolves, lest his mother get involved.

As he contemplates, his attention is caught by the sound of his brother calling for help, the guards holding him, attending to what he perceives to be a heart attack, to none other than the man of metal.

He watches, confused as a small stature kicks the case holding the tesseract away from view as the others tend to Stark.

Looking around bemused he watches to see what will conspire next. Before any other move can be made a shout is heard as the doors to the staircase along with the wall is torn apart, the hulk making his distaste for the tedious activity known.

For once since meeting the beast he feels thankful, as the case holding the tesseract is knocked open, the familiar cube sliding towards his foot.

A beat passes and grabbing a hold of the familiar cube he glances around, vanishing in a thin cloud of blue.

T V A U N K N O W N

Hurried footsteps echo down the corridor as the man moves with barely contained excitement. Tie swinging to and fro, a slightly wrinkled hand pulls at the collar of his neck nervously.

Mobius had seen many variants in his time at the TVA. Yet, none had ever come close to interesting as the file he currently held in one hand. Variant L1130 or Loki, as he was called, was perhaps one of the most complicated cases he had come across.

Born as a legend of mythology it was quite unbelievable to know that not only was he real, but he happened to be in their custody for creating a new branch in the timeline. Mobius could only hope Renslayer would agree to allowing him to be the God's superior.

Entering the courtroom, Mobius sits down and watches with rapt attention as Loki attempts to bargain with Ravonna. His plans are foiled as he tries to call upon his magic in a last effort to escape.

Mobius feels it's time to intervene when Renslayer makes it clear he is to be executed.

"You have no idea what I am capable of!"

"Actually I might have an idea of what he is capable of." He offers as he makes his way up to the stand.

His plea must be written across his face as Ravonna leans over to look at him directly.

"Whatever you're planning, it's a bad idea." She warns.

Nonetheless she reluctantly lets him go and Mobius has to fight off the urge to fist pump the air as he escorts Loki down the hallway.

"Oh, I'm Agent Mobius by the way." He offers a hand that is quickly ignored.

He can practically see the distrust written on Loki's face, his eyes calculating every move he makes.

Mobius is hardly surprised that as soon as he enters the room, his back turned to the God as he adjusts his projector, Loki is surging forward to attack. He doesn't even bat an eyelash as he clicks a button on his remote, resetting the God as if the action never even happened.

"C'mon, let's take a look at some of your greatest hits." Mobius waves a hand, as Loki curiously sits down, eyes trained on the projector.

He finds himself staring back at a hologram of his attack on New York. His blue eyes darting back and forth with glee as chaos erupts around him.

A feeling of something akin to shame runs down his spine as he recalls his reign of terror on the city, an illusion of preying on the weak to hide his own fear, lest he fail and succumb to Thanos and his minions.

Loki clenches his jaw, arms crossing over his form in an attempt to hide himself as he turns to avoid the screen.

"I see no point in this-"

"No, no wait, this is just getting good." Mobius grins as he points to the screen and Loki finds himself once again face to face with another variation of himself.

He briefly recalls the time he had lost a bet to Thor and had to change his form into that of a ginger haired man wearing a clean three piece suit, claiming he had a bomb and required over two hundred thousand in midgardian money just to see if he could pull it off. He did, in fact, pull it off, but his mother was not happy as well as the midgardians who failed to solve the case, naming him D.B. Cooper as they had no clue as to his real identity.

His attention is pulled to the screen as a familiar voice of silk enters the scene and he watches as his mother speaks to his future self, his eyes drawn into her face.

"Then am I not your mother?" He hears her ask. Yes, you are.

"No. You are not." Loki's eyes start to mist as he watches the look of hurt pass over his mother's features before she schools her expression into one of contempt.

"Always so perceptive, about everyone but yourself." She decides.

The screen flickers and he sees himself talking to an intruder, his voice amused as he suggests the monster to take the stairs to the left.

Then, his mother, Frigga, lying on the cold ground, a puddle of red growing rapidly beneath her body as her eyes remained closed.

His breath hitches, anger now licking up his spine. He turns sharply to Mobius who smartly remains silent.

"What is this! Some cruel joke? Where is she?! Where do you have her?"

Mobius steps forward, expression neutral as he speaks.

"She's dead Loki. This is the future, it's destined to happen, again and again because that's how it should be."

Loki falters his eyes narrowing as he spits "You're lying! I'll kill you!"

"What? Like you killed your mother."

There's a split second of silence before an angered shout is heard, a chair splitting the air as it crashes into pieces along the floor.

Before anything else can be said Mobius is summoned by Hunter B-15, his eyes falling to Loki who remains silent and he leaves with a slight tinge of guilt burrowing in his chest at the haunted look in the God's eyes.

"You think yourself so sly don't you." Loki looks up at the unfamiliar voice as the projector suddenly comes to life, a new image flicking gently on screen. His eyes catch upon your form and he watches in awe and wonder as you sit beside his future self.

"I don't think, love. I know." He grins leaning in to steal a kiss from you that leaves you both breathless.

He watches as your eyes are filled with nothing but love and adoration for him as you lean into his side.

"Loki?"

"Yes, darling?"

"Do you believe in soulmates?"

Loki tilts his head in contemplation as he looks to you, before a soft grin pulls at his lips.

"I didn't until I met you. I know that no matter who or what tries to tear us apart, we will always find a way back to each other."

A smile breaks out onto your face and Loki watches in stunned silence as the clip ends with the two of your voices fading into laughter.

"You two are meant to be together."

Loki turns as Mobius slowly comes to a stop behind him, his expression thoughtful.

"I don't enjoy hurting people you know." He responds, motioning towards the screen in reference to his attack on New York and the death of his mother.

Mobius doesn't respond, and he takes that as a sign to continue.

"I do it because I have to. Because I've had to." He looks down as he fiddles with his fingers.

Mobius hums as he replies.

"Why? Why do you think that is?"

"It's part of the illusion. It's the cruel, elaborate trick conjured by the weak to inspire fear."

Realization lights up in Mobius' eyes as he answers back.

"A desperate play for control. You do know yourself."

"A villain." Loki sums up.

"Not the way I see it."

There's a mutual silence between them before Mobius sighs.

"Look I can't offer you salvation but I can offer you something better. A fugitive variant has been killing our minutemen."

"And let me guess, you need the God of Mischief to help you stop him."

"That's right."

"How could I possibly be of use to you?"

"That's the thing. The variant we are hunting, we believe is y/n." Mobius looks towards the projector where your image is still.

"I beg your pardon?"

U N K N O W N

Mutilated bodies line the floor as a hooded figure steps over them, eyes glowing an unnatural hue.

"Is it finished?"

"Yes."

A wicked laugh fills the empty space as a portal opens in the deserted land, a set of footsteps following through.

"I'm coming for you, my love."

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what-i-call-men · 3 years

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Sell my soul

Jeff Pfister x fem!reader

Request: "anything with Jeff having a mommy kink"

Warnings: Smut! Some mommy kink (i tried ok), mentions of Michael and selling your soul to Satan

Once again the pic I stole from @copy-of-a-cheeto because they always have amazing pictures

Proof read by @divineruler

Working with Jeff and Mutt could really be challenging at times, especially when they couldn't be bothered to use your help. You hadn't really done much other than help them get their prints down for their robots, then you were demoted to coffee monkey for a few days at a time until one of the men would ask you to interact with one of their robots or help with small useless tasks. Mostly your job consisted of the marketing of their products and the output and delivery of robots they sold.

After Mutt threw a tantrum at you about his coffee order not being right, you finally gave up and walked to your desk that sat in the small room between the lab and Ms. Venable's desk. Pretty much anyone who walked into the lab had to go through your office. Yes it was pretty annoying at times but it was nice sometimes too because that means Jeff had to walk through your office whenever he wanted to go out for any reason. One day particular Ms. Venable let this man into the lab, walking through your office and giving you a kind smile as he walked into the lab.

As he walked past you could feel chills go up your spine and he closed the glass door separating your office and the lab. You stared at him for a moment as he walked up and the men greeted him. You looked at Venable and stood from your desk, walking over to her desk. "Who is that?" You asked and gestured to the glass doors as you sat on the side of her desk. She glared at where you sat but said nothing. "His name is Michael. He's a very powerful man." She said and waved the back of her hand at you. "Now if you'll excuse me I actually have work to get done." She excused you off her desk and you huffed, walking back to your office and clicking around on the website.

You tried to keep your eyes to yourself but you couldn't help but look over at the coconut heads as they talked to this mystery man. More specifically you looked at Jeff. You couldn't tell what it was about him but he seemed so cute and fuckable. You knew you had barely any chance because he could literally make a robot of his ideal woman and have her do whatever he'd like, why would he choose to sleep with someone like you when he could build the perfect woman for himself.

After a few minutes, you were fucking around on your phone before the shades to the lab dropped quickly and then only about a minute later the door to your office opened and Michael walked out with a smile on his face. He looked at you for a moment, stopping in the doorway. You had Jeff's Instagram pulled up on your phone, shamelessly looking at a picture the two of you had taken at some big event for a news website. Michael closed the lab door behind him and looked at your phone where it sat on your desk.

"Do you like him?" He asked and looked down his nose at the phone. You felt the chills run down your spine again. "Yeah... and I just want him to like me back- even better I wish I had the courage to make him like me back." You suddenly found yourself kinda spilling everything to this man without considering it beforehand. "I can help you with that... My father is in a pretty powerful position. We could make a deal and I can get you what you want." He said and walked to where he could place his hands against your desk and lean over it. You swallowed the spit in your mouth and stared at him. You couldn't really say anything but you did nod. Michael grinned and offered his hand to you. "Sell your soul to Satan, like they did, and you can have him wrapped around your pinky plus the courage you need to get him." Michael said and you paused before taking his hand.

He leaned forward and kissed the back of your hand before walking out of the room. You paused for a second and looked down to your desk. You didn't feel any different at first, but then you heard your door to the lab opening. Mutt walked out through the door and nodded at you, saying he was running out to pick up lunch for them, leaving the door wide open behind him. You nodded and spun in your chair for a few moments after Mutt left your office.

That's when you heard Jeff call for you from the lab, so you walked over, already feeling yourself stand a bit taller. "Hey y/n can you help me with this coding? I can't find why I'm getting errors." He said and you walked around his desk looking at his laptop over his shoulder. You glanced over the code realizing really quickly that Jeff didn't fill in parts of the code, just leaving them blank. "You literally didn't fill out the whole code." You said and pointed at the computer screen before looking at Jeff. He was obviously staring at your chest. You smirked a little and played into it. Pushing your hands against the edge of his desk and pushing your breasts together as you leaned forwards to "look at the code".

You pointed to the screen and Jeff didn't look back to the screen from your chest. You stood up and he looked quickly up to your face. "Oh baby if you wanna stare that hard you might as well take a picture." You said and leaned back to sit on his desk. He stammered for a second before spitting out a simple "can you just help me with this?" You shrugged and looked at the computer and he continued to glance between your chest and the screen. After instructing him what to type in, his hands shook as he typed. Eventually you reached forwards and took his hands off his keyboard.

"Jeff, do you want me to help you?" You asked and he nodded a bit. Gently pushing his shoulder back, you moved onto his lap gently, sitting and facing his computer. You typed into the code silently, yet you could feel him adjust against your ass, his very prominent boner pressing against you. You just smiled to yourself as he stammered quietly behind you.

“C-can you help me with something else…” he asked softly, now pushing his blushing face against your shoulder from behind.

“Where do you need my help baby?” You asked, a smirk finding its way across your lips as he pushed against you with his dick. You took that as a sign and stood up, turning around in his lap to straddle him in his desk chair. “You want mommy to take care of your little problem?” You ask, your hand roaming down to gently rub him through his jeans. He nodded and moaned quietly against your shoulder.

Moving yourself up a bit, you unzipped his jeans and moved them down a bit so you could properly rub him through his boxers. God whatever Michael was, he definitely worked a bit of magic to get you to this place. Jeff whimpered under you as you rubbed him through his boxers. “Please…” he whimpered as you moved off of him and back to kneel on the ground between his knees.

As you kneeled down, Jeff hurriedly pushed his jeans down along with his boxers. “Slow down baby, don’t you wanna enjoy this?” You asked in a quiet voice and wrapped your hand around his length. It was harder than you would’ve thought for having just barely riled him up. As soon as you made contact with him his dick jumped and he whined. With that reaction you gripped him a bit harder and began to stroke him slowly, leaning in to lick the precum off his tip and giving small suckles to the tip as his hips bucked against your movements.

As your actions continued, you heard Jeff’s cell phone buzzing against his desk, you two paused to look at it. It was Mutt calling him. “Go on and answer it baby. I’m sure it’s really important.” You whispered and his shaky hand swiped the answer button and put it on speaker.

“Hey bro. They don’t have the sandwich that you usually get. What do you want instead?” Mutt’s voice sounded from the phone. You looked up to Jeff, now fully taking his length in your mouth and sucking on it roughly. He bit back a moan and there his head back against his office chair.

“Dude, h-honestly just get me whatever you got… whatever you got last time. I-It looked good.” He responded and let out a breath as you began to bob your head against him. Mutt paused for a second on the line.

“You said that it smelled like shit and that you hated it. What about that chicken one that you had a few days ago? I can make a stop on the way back if you’d prefer that. I know Y/n likes the soup from that place. Do you know if she brought lunch in today for herself?” Mutt asked and Jeff’s eyes lulled back in his head; both rolling his eyes at Mutt’s questioning but also at you lazily jerking him off as you sucked on his tip.

“Uh, it doesn’t look like it… I’d make the stop and get it just in case.” Jeff responded and as he spoke you doubled down and sucked a bit harder.

“She’s been doing pretty good lately. Can you remind me when I get back that I wanted her to put a new listing on the site? That fleshlight that you designed to look like her will be a top seller bro. And I bet you she’ll be none the wiser that it’s inspired by her.” Man if Jeff’s face wasn’t already beet red by this whole situation it was now.

“Y-yeah dude. I’ll remind you later. I’ll see you when you get back to the shop.” He spit out a quick goodbye and then hung up the phone. You pulled off of Jeff and looked at his face, which now refused to look back at yours. you hummed and stood up from where you knelt. Jeff looked at you quickly, scared you were upset by what Mutt had said over the phone. Instead you leaned against Jeff’s desk, slowly pulling yourself to sit on it. “A-are you mad?” He asked softly, looking up at you embarrassed.

“No, baby. But next time if you want to fuck me so badly…” you said as you undid your jeans in front of him. “Just ask. You don’t need a fleshlight when you can have the real thing.” You said and pushed down your jeans and panties infront of him. Leaning back on the desk, you stared him down. Your own hand came to grab his shaking one, placing it gently against your cunt. “Now how about you go ahead and give mommy a taste.” You said and he was on you in seconds.

You didn’t want to lose your dominance, but the second Jeff’s lips were basically devouring you, you couldn’t help but let out an almost pornographic moan. You’d think the man would be more focused on his own pleasure due to the fact that as his job, but the way he licked and sucked at your cunt told you he might’ve been using that fleshlight for things other than fucking. You reached down and grabbed a handful of his hair as he pushed a finger into you slowly. “Fuck baby. Just like that hun.” You mumbled and threw your head back as he thrust his finger in and out of you in speed with his tongue against your clit.

After not too long you felt your back arch against the cold table and your thighs squeeze around Jeff’s head as you came against his tongue. The moan you let out, you were sure Venable would hear, but honestly you weren’t too concerned about that now. What you were concerned about was Jeff’s face, patchy red and staring up at you from between your thighs. His hair was tousled and his eyes were glossy as he stared at you. “C-can I please fuck you? Please mommy…” He asked as he moved his finger out of you, but instead of fully removing it he moved it to rub your clit slowly.

You nodded at him and he eagerly stood from his chair. Glancing at him you saw a pretty big stain on his shirt and it became obvious very quickly that you were not the only one who came, but he was already hard as a rock again. Smirking silently to yourself, you pulled your shirt off. He looked over your bra clad chest as he adjusted himself between your legs. As he slowly pushed himself into you, you felt him shake a little bit from excitement and nervousness. Pushing in, he leaned over you a bit, silently staring at your breasts as he leaned above you.

“Go ahead baby.” You whispered and almost immediately your bra padding was pulled down and his lips were connected to your nipple, his other hand finding your other breast. He immediately began some small thrusts into you on instinct as he sucked. The thrusts soon became more forceful and purposeful and your moans became a bit more high pitched. You could tell his stamina wasn’t going to let him last long so you would get the most out of this that you can.

Jeff’s eyes were glued to you, hardly able to pull them away for fear that if he did you’d cease to exist. Your moans of his name felt like small blessings from whatever beings were out there and having you wrapped around him was somehow just a pure god send. As you noted his slow in pace, you looked down back to him, gently wrapping your hand around his throat and catching his attention. “Go faster Jeff.” you strained out and squeezed his neck. He obeyed and you leaned up to catch his lips in a kiss as you felt yourself topple over the edge, his own orgasm following only seconds later.

As he slowed, he didn't pull out immediately, instead you wrapped him up in the kiss. You two made out for a moment as you caught your breath. As you slowed and he pulled out, you excused yourself to the small bathroom the men had attached to their lab. After cleaning yourself quickly, you walked out and saw Jeff sitting at his desk again, Mutt walking into the lab almost the same time you were walking out of the bathroom. You smiled at Mutt as he handed you the soup he had mentioned before on the phone. “Thanks Mutt. By the way, it’s bold of you to assume I wouldn’t know what my own pussy looks like. That’s not it…” you pointed at the fleshlight sat at his desk. “Jeff, how about you show him what needs fixing.” You smiled at the men and walked back to your desk, shutting the door behind you.

#jeff pfister x reader #Jeff pfister smut #jeff pfister #ahs apocalypse

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bunnyywritings · 3 years

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a shy, goth s/o who goes by they/them pronouns

requested by anon; HIII!! I recently started watching soul eater and i finallyyy found someone who writes for them so im reallllly exited!! So i wanted to request something!! Can you do like how Crona, Kid, Soul and Stein would be like in a relationship with a shy goth s/o who uses they/tem prounons (sometimes she). Also when they talk about the things they like they get superrr extroverted and could talk for hourss about it! Also would it heart to ask if you could make cronas a lil longer, they are my comfort character🤧Also wanted to ask if you did emergency requests! If you dont that’s totally fine!!

[a/n: thank you for this request, my lovely anon! It gave me the way to get back into a writing flow again. I quite enjoyed writing for these characters since I don’t get very many Soul Eater requests, as for emergency requests...go ahead and send them in but I apologize if I don’t get it done quickly, seeing as I’m not quite that active on here like I was before. for now, enjoy! - yours truly, bunnyy -`ღ´-]

- truthfully, i think he'd be a little confused at first

- about the whole pronouns thing

- despite being friends with Crona

- so, he'd approach Maka, Crona, and Subaki about it

- he'd be a little embarrassed because he mistakenly exposed his HUGE crush on you

- Subaki coos at him and thinks it's sweet

- Crona is glad to help, knowing that using they/them pronouns is still a foreign concept for some people

- Maka would definitely tease him but ultimately, she's glad he had asked for help

- after realizing that it was a rather simple concept to understand

- he'd get SOOO cocky

- he absolutely loves your style

- obviously thinks you're the coolest person to ever exist

- now the only thing in his way??

- your shyness

- he's only interacted with you a few times but because he tends to be a bit abrasive, you usually keep your distance

- the few times that Stein had called on you in class to answer a question was the most he's really heard you talk

- you were good friends with Kid though

- so you ended up hanging out with the group a lot

- he's seen how passionate you could get whilst talking about your hobbies or about things you liked to Kid or Liz

and Patty

- it made him a gajillion times more attracted to you

- after FINALLY gaining the courage to ask you out (you can thank Black Star for telling him that it wasn't cool to be such

a wimp)

- he'd be on cloud nine

- being in a relationship with Soul would be fun

- he'd be a little awkward at first but he'd soon ease into it

- he's really good at respecting your pronouns

- in the case that he slips up, which i don't really think he would, but if he does he'd feel absolutely terrible

- like he'd beat himself up so hard

- he would do anything to make it up to you

- 100% would cook you a super nice dinner as an apology

- if anybody ever made fun of your style or your pronouns, it's over for that person

- they'd have, not only Soul and Maka on their ass, but they'd have Black Star and Tsubaki, AND the literal son of the grim

reaper and his twin pistols

- overall, Soul would be such a sweetheart

- you make him so, so soft

- gosh i love him so much

- okay

- Kid is definitely somebody who would be up front with his feelings

- he knows about your use of different pronouns and he really admires your bravery to be so open about it

- i feel like he's definitely thought about going by he/they pronouns

- thinks it's absolutely adorable how shy you are

- despite being shy and closed off, he never overlooked you like some students or other staff

- he knows how clever you are

- don't even get me started on your style

- he love love loves your goth style

- especially when you wear anything with skulls on it

- when it comes to his feelings, Liz gets fed up with how ridiculous he's being

- she's watched him break down crying because the stripes on his head aren't symmetrical and someone as precious as you

would think he's trash

- which obviously isn't true

- he sees you out on the balcony, sat on the ledge and book in hand

- he's noticed you with it a lot but it's only the 1st book of a series

- he figures that maybe you just haven't had the chance to find the rest of them

- after some research, he finds that the series had been completed but because of the lack of readers, it was put out of

production and copies were pulled out of libraries and bookstores

- but alas, he had found one of the only complete series in existence in somewhat excellent condition

- it was quite expensive but that was really no problem

- he had wrapped up the set and had gifted them to you with a note and as you read the note, your cheeks burned

- he confessed his feelings

- the next day, you had approached him and thanked him for the gift as well as confessing your own feelings for him

- he thought the stuttering and flushed cheeks was adorable

- 100% the power couple at the DWMA

- sorry i don't make the rules

- Liz and Patty are definitely in love with you, especially with how versatile your fashion is

- Patty has definitely volunteered to paint your nails before

- MATCHING RINGS

- Kid definitely gets you a et of skull rings, just like his

- will go beast mode on anyone who makes fun of your style and/or use of pronouns

he's be such a gentleman and he practically worships the ground you walk on

- as he should

- Stein would be quite used to the use of they/them pronouns since he has students who go by them

- when there's word of a new teacher at DWMA who goes by they/them, he's quite intrigued

- so much so that he would volunteer to show you around the enormous school

- 10/10 falls in love with you instantly

- your shy demeanor is such a contrast to your style

- definitely lives for teasing you

- anything to make you stutter

- but he'd be very blunt about his feelings

- he makes sure that you're being respected by students and staff alike

- threatens anybody who doesn't

- he gets you some screw earrings or a necklace (if you don't have piercings)

- it's his way of making sure people know that you're his

- Stein would be an excellent significant other

- he's a bit more on the playful side so just always be prepared for cheeky remarks

- he doesn't mind your shyness at all

- since he doesn't really favor going out too much so most of your dates are in doors, his place or yours

- probably with a cup of coffee and a book

- he can be sweet when he wants to

- isn't really into pda but i wouldn't be too surprised if he had a moment of spontaneity and pull you into his arms and

kiss you passionately

- some students think it's romantic and others definitely tease the both of you

- since your social battery probably runs out pretty quick, he loves that it gives him an out from tiring staff get

togethers

- Death Scythe thinks it's absolutely HYSTERICAL to make fun of Stein's moments of softness

- but ultimately, he thinks the way Stein looks at you is sweet and makes him happy that his friend has found someone like

you

- cause you're the best

- duh

- his wardrobe has infinitely improved since the both of you got together

- all thanks to you

- overall 15/10 a good significant other

- ahh Crona, sweet sweet Crona

- they're the freaking cutest

- now i know that in the anime and manga, it's written that he uses he/him pronouns but it seem like on tumblr everyone has

just settled on using they/them instead because of Crona's androgynous style and frankly it's a bit of an unclear area

- so uhhh yeah, let's get started

- Crona would have trouble admitting that they had feelings for you, so they tries to hide it but alas, Maka had caught on

- it took Soul a bit longer to realize but he eventually did

- the group had caught on and thought it was adorable

- all of them had tried to help in any way they could

- but Crona just couldn't muster up the courage to tell you

- the both of you were quite shy so it was nearly impossible to get some type of interaction between the two of you

- Crona also really loved your style

- the both of you were similar in so many ways

- Black Star had actually been the one to let it slip that Crona had harbored some kind of affection for you

- Tsubaki had smacked him upside the head and chastised him since it wasn't his place to say anything

- but now that it was out in the open, it had given you the slight confidence boost you needed to confess

- but when you did, Crona just stood frozen, almost mortified by your words

- you took it as rejection and ran off into the woods surrounding the school campus

- Ragnarok had then made an appearance and started tugging at Crona's cheeks and telling them that they should go after you

- but of course, they hadn't

- instead, turning to Maka and Tsubaki for help

- the two had taken it upon themselves to look for you and clear up any misunderstandings

- the next day, Crona had approached you and apologized

- even though they're words were stuttered, you appreciated the gesture and asked Crona on a proper date

- they accepted before panicking because it had dawned on them that they had never been on a date before

- overall, Crona is such a sweet partner

- sure, a bit unexperienced but sweet nonetheless

- they try their best

- both of you have similar styles and everyone thinks the both of you are just the most adorable couple on campus

- Crona loved hearing you talk about the things you loved

- your eyes would sparkle and you'd move your hands so animatedly

- it's almost like you're a different person in that moment

- they just adored you

- they'd get upset if someone had disrespected your pronouns

- Ragnorak would definitely rage if someone disrespected you

- as much as he hated to admit it, he really really liked you

- mainly because you always carried sweets around for him

- ugh I just love Crona

#soul eater #soul eater x reader #soul eater evans x reader #death the kid x reader #professor stein x reader #crona gorgon x reader #crona x reader #x gn!reader #anon request #lovely anon #anon ask

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dankmyfarrik · 2 years

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Our Angel | Chapter 3: I Licked It So It’s Mine

Masterlist, Previous Chapter

Summary: You are hired to pleasure a lonely Mandalorian. It’s just a paycheck. |Post Season Two

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Individual Chapter Warnings: This chapter is mature! I don’t know what demon possessed me. More of the same but in more detail.

Word Count: 5.8K ish

Authors Notes: Ok, I know it has been a while. I tested positive for Covid on my birthday, and everything has gone downhill since then. BUT! I am here now, and exams are mostly over, so I will be return to the regular schedule soon. Also, I mentioned this on AO3, because this series is very episodic, if you have any “sexy time” ideas you would like to see implemented, shoot me an anon! IF it fits with where I want to take the story, I will do my best to include it!

If you were once worried your income would be hindered from his absence, you weren't anymore.

Mando certainly made up for his vacancy—and often.

His bare hand always found its home on the back of your neck, glove in mouth, and you're bent over whatever object you had been closest to. First was the bed, the crate, kitchenette, another crate, table, and most recently, the ladder to the cockpit where you clung to the bars for dear life. Four more times since Takodana and you had left less than a day ago.

Yes, you felt used, but… he always made sure you were satisfied too: bringing his hand down… when most people wouldn't care or be bothered if they were paying anyways. He has stuck so strictly to, well, handling you like a bounty, not intimate, quick and over, you were starting to wonder if you were keeping him satisfied.

He seemed content with just bending you over and taking what he needed at that moment. But surely, he longed for more. He must have desires beyond primal impulses. He wasn't a droid; he was warm (you've felt that in detail). A man, an unsolvable puzzle you were now determined to crack.

You had wanted to find out what made the Mandalorian tick, what he liked, and what he didn't. What made him tip more. What made him tip less. He seemed not to like a lot of things, but he tolerated you, so that was a good start.

The only problem was: you were an awkward flirt.

But it would have helped your tips, so it was worth a shot. Or so you thought.

You internally cringe at the memory. You copied a line from one of your spicier holo shows, "I licked it, so it's mine," when you were at the base of the ladder on your knees. He twitched—hard— but before he could feel the whole heat of your mouth, he brought you up and spun you around: hence the 'holding onto the rungs of the ladder for dear life' part. Again, he was a puzzle for denying your attempt - but maybe that was something he didn't want from you despite how his body reacted.

You did like his body, though—and his smell. Which you supposed was extremely fortunate given your situation. Maker, you were an animal. His armor was enticing to you too. And would be more challenging to draw than Moz's goggles: the reflections came from light in all locations. It would be your biggest challenge yet: a walking mirror.

You did let yourself wonder what was below the armor, beyond what you already knew from his gloves and zipper. It was impossible to not think about. You knew it was his religion, and you never expect him to share something so private with a… well you. But you couldn't stop yourself. You settled on a blond with hard green eyes and flat lips. Although something about the description didn't feel quite right, you couldn't place it - not that it mattered anyway.

Heavy steps came from the ladder, and you jolted, looking up from where your gaze wandered from your sketchpad. Your stare was met back by Mando's. You were about to stand to ready yourself for another round when you realized the purpose for his presence: food.

Men really were simple creatures.

"I set you out an extra cup." You keep your eyes on your drawing with a smile, not wanting to put too much emphasis on the gesture. The caf you bartered for at Takodana was some of the best you've ever had because of your secret ingredient the trader mentioned. "Enjoy the Thala milk while it lasts."

Truly a rare delicacy. It pairs well with muffins.

So at the last minute, you attempted to replicate the batch the Zarbak made. It needs improvement but better than grey soup. A lot better. You never had the ingredients or time to ever make food before - it was surprisingly fun and relaxing.

"The muffins are still warm, and I can reheat the soup from last night too if you're still…" you trail off when you look back up: he is just staring at you. Well, he could be blinking, and you would never know, either way, it felt like he was peering into your soul - pinning you down with the 'T' visor before he finally spoke.

"This wasn't in your job description," then softer, "You don't have an obligation."

When he was only eating a grey sludge? Hoth yes, you had an obligation!

Seeing this as an opportunity for a tip, you set your sketchpad to the side and jump to your feet. You cross the room, and he doesn't move but does let his helm waver across you for a moment. You get closer, he had typically been the one to initiate, but you thought you could give it a try and see how it goes. You place a tentative hand on his cowl, not trying to pull to see more skin than what he has willingly shown you - just letting the weight and heat of your hand have a presence. Something slightly more intimate than holding the armor. You move to whisper into the crook of his neck, hoping he can feel the warmth of your breath.

"And what would you say my job is exactly?"

You open a leg out and lift it ever so slightly to his hip so that your heat would be on the growing bulge in his pants. With your leg half wrapped around him, you pull yourself together and purposefully create the smallest amount of friction between the both of you. He stiffens and sucks in a breath as he towers over you. You quickly try to think of something sexy to say next, but you honestly didn't think he would let you get this far.

"Muffins were not not in the job description." Was the best thing you could come up with.

Nice.

But before the graceless comment could hang in the air too long, a beep sounded from overhead.

With a low growl, he pulled from your clumsy enticement. Unsure of the situation, you ask, "Is the ship okay?"

He had moved to the muffins, examining them with brisk efficiency before snatching one with one hand and the caf in the other. He nodded and turned towards the ladder.

"Have to enter a hyperspace lane to get to Hoth." And just before the cockpit door closed overhead, "Thank you."

Hyperspace.

Hoth!

Two bucket list items all in one sentence - Tim will be so excited! You will have to make detailed drawings and notes of Hoth since it is clearly his favorite. It was his favorite for a reason, though; Hoth was the darling of the holo shows imagination: mythical Wampas, impossibly cold temperatures, and deadly winds. You would always roll your eyes, setting Tim straight about his gullibility to believe in movie magic. However, the snow you speculated was true, and you had never seen that either. You didn't want Tim to be disappointed. You wanted him to keep that childlike wonder; perhaps snow and hyperspace would be enough to captivate his interest since you wouldn't actually see a Wampa.

With quickened steps, you return to your sketchpad and curl into a blanket you brought from your quarters. You had spent the night in the previously unused larger bed; it was the largest mattress you had ever seen, let alone sleep on. But if Hoth had snow, then it might be a little chilly, so you should bring out the blankets and check for warm clothes in your bag.

Wrapped in your sweatshirt and nestled next to some extra charcoals is Takodana's jar half on its side - a world tipped. You notice the mosses within are beginning to brown, the telltale sign of a premature end. As the world in the container starts to die, the tiny bug wandering on the landscape knows his days are numbered - looking through the glass at its decider of fate: you. "Help me," its small trill voice rings in your imagination. You are the gatekeeper, the angel at the door who only has to act to allow the light to access the dying world you created. Abandoning your search for warm clothes, you think of Mazey one last time, muster your courage, and knock on the cockpit door.

"Hey, Mando," your stomach twists - this was a bad idea, "I understand if you don't want—Can I put this in the light, so it doesn't die?"

You look up and gasp. Hyperspace.

It really was like nothing you had ever seen before. Blues, purples, yellows, white, and black all blended in perfect harmony. Worlds came and went in the blink of an eye. And all reflected brilliantly against Mando's armor. It was indescribable with words, luckily writing isn't your strong suit anyway— only a drawing could do this justice.

"You've never been in hyperspace before."

And suddenly, all of the colors were gone. There was only the uncompromising visor.

Your widened eyes snap to the black 'T'; you swear the hair on the back of your neck stands up.

"What, of course! All the time!" And you seal your lie with a breathy laugh for good measure - praying his helmet doesn't have heat sensors as that one Mandalorian did in that show. Your pulse probably lit you up like a Life Day tree.

But he only hums in acknowledgment; his head tilts down to see the way you are awkwardly gripping the jar for survival.

"The light in the kitchen will work the best for plants."

You nod and escape the cockpit as fast as you can. That was a horrible idea. Now he thinks you are a total liar. What if he finds out you have no idea what you are doing. What if he finds out you are doing this for your family.

The credits are too good to lose the job now.

—-

You've been curled up on your mattress, surrounded by blankets, gripping your caf a bit too tightly for what only felt like a few minutes before the ship lurched—signaling the end of hyperspace.

You don't go back up to the cockpit to see what Hoth looks like through the atmosphere, Tim might be a little disappointed, but it was probably a pale blue marble. Not worth repeating what just happened. You're not given time to fester though, the turbulence sends you against a wall, and you land face first on your bed. You imagine clouds engulfing the ship, rushing past the plummet to a snowy landscape.

Mostly gray, a hint of navy blue, and you would need a fan brush to add the snow flurries. You only brought the charcoals with you, but you will keep the memory safe until you return home.

Like a dugar on ice, you stumble out to the belly of the ship, clinging to the wall as you go. Finally, there is an uncomfortably audible thump as the ship hits ground. Hoth.

The hefty steps on the ladder return, and he strides straight past you to the weapons rack.

"If I'm not back in 8 hours, assume I'm dead and take off." He slings a rope over his shoulder.

"I don't really know how to fly a ship like this one," you whisper as he clips what looks like a flashlight to his belt. You don't know how to fly anything at all, but you leave that part out.

"There is a manual under the pilot chair." You nod. Hopefully, it does not come to that.

With an added blade to his boot, he moves to a panel and presses in buttons; the ship beeps and hisses in return.

"If the heat breaks, let me know in the comm. Go to the shower, run hot water over yourself, and pray a pipe doesn't burst. I will hopefully be back before you freeze to death."

"Hopefully," you murmur, "Will I be able to leave the ship?"

"For short periods of time. Here." He turns to you and hands you the blaster on his side; your eyes nearly bulge out of your skull. "Mando, don't you need that?!"

"A bounty idiotic enough to hide here is long dead," he motions to the rope on his shoulder, "Take it in case you see a wampa while you are out."

You take the blaster from him with a timid hand. The weight of it fully sinking into you, the power. How many people died looking through the barrel of this very blaster? Now a Mandalorian is handing it to you so you can go on a field trip.

Then the rest of his words sink in, and you laugh heartily, "Wampas aren't real."

"Yes, they are."

With that, Mando turns on his heel and leaves. A gust of sharp frozen air fills the cabin in his wake.

Worried, you call after him, "Then won't you need it!!"

He nonchalantly tilts his head back to you.

"I have a blade." And keeps walking without looking back; his form instantly lost in the blizzard.

You imagine Mando wrestling with a wampa using the blade he put in his boot. The weapon looked so small in his hands, and if wampas were anything like in the shows, their thick coats would be almost impossible to cut through. What if he gets hurt because you have his blaster?

—-

You wait for the blizzard to die down, and when you finally descend the ramp to the frozen planet, you realize—those holo shows didn't exaggerate a thing.

The impossible cold temperatures were, in fact, very possible, and your nose and fingertips experienced the worst of it. You push the sleeves of your sweatshirt above your hands and pull the hoodie strings to better protect your face.

You breathe in.

You breathe out.

So. This is what snow is like. It was colder than you imagined, soft, and had a strange crunching noise beneath your boots—the desolate landscape sprawled before you. Mountains peaked the clouds in the distance, but every detail closer was enveloped in mist. After a few moments of feeling the presence of the cold deep within your lungs and the weight of the weapon at your side, you run.

It was freeing, and you felt light, giggles escaping your lips as you tumbled to the blanketed ground. You decorate the snow with angels of your figure. But you want to be more creative than that. Sculpting was never your forte, but you do your best. After three snowmen stood before you, the largest one no bigger than your shoe, you decide to up the ante.

You try to get the general shape of the wampa First. The beast would only stand an inch taller than the snowman. Then you added the horns and used the nail of your finger to add the details of the wampa's face and fur.

You look upon your creations with a juvenile sense of pride. This way, you could experiment with new art mediums without bothering Mando.

You lay backward in the snow, surrounded by your statues with a tired smile. Finally, you yawn and lazily turn your head to the side.

And if your heart could talk, it would let out a blood-curdling scream.

Luckily for you, you've trained your reactions to be on the quieter side—thus, instead of screaming, your jaw clamped shut as you felt your stomach plummet.

A fresh footprint the size of your chest was plastered in the ground, inches from your nose.

Wampa.

As calmly as possible, you stand and ascend the ramp. The ramp slowly shutting from the white abyss must have been one of the scariest moments of your life. The clicking of the latch was a sound of indescribable relief; your whole body felt flooded with emotion as if it all happened at once. Your knees wobbled as you climbed the ladder searching through the windows for any sign of the creature.

—-

If Mando is not back in 3 hours, you have to leave him.

Blizzards came and went, darkening your view, howling as if the ship would be torn apart. But your eyes stayed glued on the landscape in front of you, soaking in as much as you could in this rare period of calm. There was no sign of any life forms Mando, wampa, or otherwise.

But you know what you need before you can leave Hoth.

You breathe in—out and climb down the ladder.

With an empty jar in one hand and blaster in the other, you take tentative steps down the ramp and into snow.

The wampa print is still there, obscured by the winds and shifts of the snow. With haste, you shovel the snow from the print into the jar, unconcerned with making it look nice—Tim won't mind.

And you full-on sprint back to the ship. Safe. Blaster never fired.

You rummage through the drawer, pull out a tag, and label the jar.

Hoth

You store the jar in your bag, left to melt within minutes. Either way, you have captured a bit of Hoth with you. As soon as Tim hears this was once a wampa print, nothing else will matter anyway.

Even if by the time he sees it, it will just be a jar of water.

You now have two jars in your collection (one was slightly more charming than the other). But it was a collection nonetheless.

—-

If Mando is not back in 10 minutes, you're supposed to leave him.

With confidence all signs of a wampa are gone; you lower the ramp just enough so you can see.

That was a joke. Anything past a foot in front of your nose was a wild blur of snowflakes and splinters of ice whipping around. You had only been out there a few minutes, and it felt like your hands were going to freeze off, Mando has been gone for almost 8 hours. Your heart sinks as another unforgiving blast of wind strikes the side of the hull, sending the ship into a creaking, groaning pile of metal. The ship shifts even deeper in the snow, and more snow relentlessly pours on top. Burying you alive, making it harder for Mando to spot where he parked.

You can't leave him; he will be dead for sure. At least if you wait, he still has a chance. And that's what you do, for 30 excruciating minutes. The heat went out, and you sat on the floor of the hall curled in blankets waiting for the cold to become unbearable—that's when you will leave.

Unbearable came sooner than you would have liked to admit. Without constant heat circulation, the ship was nothing more than hollow metal walls to an unforgiving frozen wasteland.

Your shivering was a good sign; you told yourself over and over again as the tips of your fingers numbed entirely and started to trail your hands. Shivering meant your body was still trying. That you weren't dead yet.

And finally, when you stand to move to the cockpit to figure out the take-off procedure, the ramp door lowers after not seeing Mando for 8 hours and 45 minutes.

Mando stagers in dragging a blue-skinned, beady-eyed, ortolan by the trunk with the rope around his shoulder. But what you notice first is the kirffing wampa holding the other end of the rope, helping Mando get the blubbery, floppy-eared creature into the carbonite chamber.

You stand in the corner of the ship, wrapped in blankets watching as the carbonite gas fills the room. Mando sends a curt nod to the wampa, turns to the kitchenette, and gives it the last of your muffins.

The wampa howls its thanks and leaves the ship. The ramp closed in its wake.

"The bounty was heavier than expected, and she wouldn't accept credits for payment," he provides as if it made perfect sense why a wampa now has your baked goods.

You're speechless, standing useless in the corner—shock and frustration simmering in your gut. You could have left him. He could be as good as dead right now.

But you do notice Mando is gripping the side of the kitchenette a bit too tightly; his shoulders are not as confident as usual, and most alarming of all: you can hear his breaths through the modulator.

"Are you alright?"

"Glad to be alive," he huffs. Then takes a step forward and stumbles slightly. You are there in a flash, catching his arm. Ice cold.

"I just need to thaw out. It will be fine."

He was so casual, but it could have been a severe injury. He could have been stranded. Dead.

He walks to the ladder while keeping a firm hand on the wall. The ship starts with a grudge but finally, you feel the stress of the blizzard disappear. Space at last. He stumbles back down and to the refresher; after a few minutes, you hear the shower turn on.

—-

You expect him to be in the shower for a while thawing out.

You were going to leave him behind. Would you have been responsible for his death? Would you have been arrested for his murder? You can't afford to lose this job. You have to keep the lights on, and if he dies…You barely knew the man, and yet the thought of him gone—leaving you alone with his ship—terrifies you.

You nervously tap your nails on the side of a crate.

You need a distraction.

So you start to finish your previous project. You remove the few collected bowls of snow from the fridge, add some vanilla, Thala milk, and sugar you bartered for at Takodana, and—ice cream. Forget your tension and irritation. This was a coping mechanism as good as any.

Ice cream.

Your mom prefers the cooking channel, you never saw the charm, but this was one episode you did pay attention to as a kid.

You had always wanted to try it anyway.

Mando exits the refresher, and hot steam rolls onto the floor before he closes the door behind him. Tall as ever. If he was in any pain, he didn't show it as he loomed over you.

You want to chastise him, scream, make him understand through that thick bucket on his head. This was more than you signed up for. You decide to act on your better angel—deflection.

"I made ice cream."

He hesitates, glancing between the bowl and yourself: a wound-up girl currently refusing to look at him in the 'T' of the visor and fists clenching a tad too tightly at her sides. Then, finally, he answers, slow, sounding skeptical, "Snow from Hoth?"

"With a bit of vanilla, sugar, and milk." Your smile doesn't quite reach your eyes.

"Don't eat that."

Genuine confusion speckles your features, "Wait, why not?"

He takes a cup of some unaltered snow, and suddenly a burst of flames erupts from his wrist. Your anger leaves you immediately for the startle in your chest. Of course, he has a built-in flame thrower on his wrist - why were you even surprised.

The snow pools to water in an instant as the flames lap the sides of the bowl. He sets it down in front of you, and there is at least a spoonful of dirt at the bottom.

Your lips set in a firm line, and you slowly look back up at him. At the 'T.' Hopefully his eyes and not a random place on his forehead. He lets out a low chuckle. It's the first time you hear him laugh; it's rich and deep and light all at the same time. Your lips curve up just in the presence of the sound - even if it was at your expense.

—-

The immediate anger bubbling on the tip of your tongue eventually subsided, replaced with a warm embrace of a blanket, working heater, simmering cup of caf, and an overwhelming thankfulness it is Mando piloting the ship right now and not you.

He could have died, but he didn't. That probably happens a lot in his line of work - an understanding that any day could be his last.

Although you would have preferred a more stable source of credits—yes, you felt guilt from reducing his life as your income— you decided to make the most while you could.

That's how your feet find themselves moving to the cockpit door and a hesitant hand knocking once again.

After a beat of silence you enter. He has one hand resting on the ship's control column and the other entering a series of buttons—hyperspace streaks across the glass.

He seems busy. You should leave…

But his shoulders seemed relaxed, and he didn't appear to be acknowledging your presence. Surely he would tell you to go away when you knocked.

You move forward to take the initiative and lean against one of the panels. You are far enough away from him so that you don't accidentally press a button with your butt, but close enough so that you remain in his peripheral.

Knowing he is not one for small talk, you trace a line on the outside of your clothes from your sternum to the seam of your pants. You feel his eyes glued to you despite him remaining unchanged, facing forward and working.

You let out a sigh of boredom that boarded something pornographic. To your delight, his hand twitched ever so slightly on the controller.

He pushes one more button, stops, and slowly turns his chair to face you.

There is a moment where he just stares up at you. You both know a transaction is about to occur. Sex for credits. A bartering so simple it was practiced well into ancient times. Now you are both merely cogs on a wheel, achieving your desires. The sex meant nothing to you, and the credits mean nothing to him: a mutualistic relationship as good as any.

Becoming impatient at how long it was taking his eyes to rake over your body, you thread your lower lip between your teeth and let the plump flesh snap back in place a moment later. That does the trick because he stands to full height, looking down at you once more.

With bravery, you don't know how you mustered; You take a step closer and attractively try to wrap yourself around him—the armor cold beneath your fingertips.

You whisper along where you assume his lips are on the visor, the heat of your breath hitting the metal and warming your face, "I could have left you."

He runs a hand along your cheek and tightens the grip, "You didn't."

The Mandalorian presses a gloved thumb on your lower lip, parting them to show the smallest sliver of teeth before he plunges the finger ever so slightly deeper. Your eyes practically light up with dollar signs as you lick and wrap your tongue around the digit. Showing him in detail exactly what you were imagining. No, the grainy leather of the glove was not as pleasant as his skin, but the guttural sound that emanated somewhere below the chest plate made you forget all about the places that glove may have been.

Then in a flash, both hands are firmly anchored on your hips, spinning you to face away from him. Surrounding you with an overwhelming view of hyperspace. You gasped not just from the sudden movement, but from your position; it was like you were plummeting past the stars.

But then, as you are looking across the endless swirling space, he is putting pressure on the back of your neck, bending you at the waist (again - what a surprise). Your nose now inches from the glass, the buttons dig slightly into your sides. He shifts his hips, lining his clothed, ever-hardening, bulge up against you. He groans, "Look so good like this, Joey."

And rolls, you whimper, and mewl at the unexpected praise. But before it has time to settle, he is actually speaking audibly this time; your pants are haphazardly yanked to your knees, panties and all.

Cold air hits your bottom, and you shiver. But it is replaced with warmth as he grinds into you one more time, smearing your arousal across his flight suit.

"Bite."

The familiar words rumble from behind you as you lodge the glove between your teeth. All notions of the previous conversation forgotten. After a well-placed spiral and a smear, a thick, ungloved, digit is pushed into you, and you gasp once again, but this time for much better reasons.

The hand continues to pump in and out and circle with his thumb. When he deems you ready, he lines up directly behind you. The space was slightly cramped because of the pilot chair.

You hear the sound of the zipper. Then he is running his length through your folds, soaking him. You all but feel the trail of slick between the two of you as he pulls away for a moment. You feel him notch at your entrance, then, with a couple of slow, measured thrusts, he is flush against you. The stretch stung but was marvelous.

You crane your head back, nearly dizzy from the all-encompassing hyperspace and wanting to fulfill the curiosity about what you look like taking the cock of a fully armored Mandalorian. You get the slightest glimpse, seeing how the flesh of your ass pillows attractively as he is entirely pushed into you. Your eyes find relief from the streaking stars for just a second before the ungloved hand settles strongly on the back of your neck - wrapping around to the hinges of your jaw and forcing you to face forwards.

You spasm around him, and he groans but still does not move. How does he have this level of restraint?! You imagine hunting bounties takes a lot of patience too. To spring at the right moment. To find the best opportunity to close his jaws around his prey's neck and squeeze. He has been gone for days on end hunting—this must be nothing to him.

There was a rip of fabric as your shirt was torn from you. Oh well, you did not like that shirt anyway. He is the one paying for it, so it didn't matter how many clothes he destroyed. You neglected to put a bra on (part of the enticement plan), which in hindsight, probably allowed the undergarment to 'live' another day. But now, your breasts mashed against the cold, hard buttons on the command council, and the contrast to the throbbing heat behind—inside of—you felt wonderful.

Now, completely bare in front of him, he slowly, entirely, leaves your warmth. You whimper and quiver in his absence. The tightening of his hand on the back of your neck subconsciously notified you of his intentions, but you could never have been prepared: he thrusts back into and hard.

The pace is relatively slow but brutal, completely leaving you before flushing against you every time. Air rushes out of your lungs as soon as you can get it back in his absence. Each thrust presses you further and further into the cockpit's controls, and you swear your nose brushes against the glass.

Ok, maybe this is a bit too much hyperspace.

You had no bearing to reality. Nothing steady to hold on to. No air to keep. Just the blinding rush of stars and the pleasure. It was all so much—too much. Not enough.

In desperation you reach out mindlessly. Your hand settles on a lever with a silver ball at the top. You flick it by accident, and the whole ship lurches and beeps, sending him into you with even more force than he probably intended. Maker, you could almost feel him in your throat. You release a strangled cry, palm landing flat on the glass for balance instead.

"Don't be pressing buttons, Joey," huffing a laugh; he sounded almost as desperate as you. But where your voice becomes increasingly higher, his drops to an impossible gravel.

Your eyes flutter shut with the imminent high—the hand of the back of your neck tangles in your hair and yanks your head upwards. Your eyes are forced open, and the mess of stars nearly makes you faint. All of your senses are maxed out. You feel him so deep; why are you the one getting paid for this? Maker, why did you think the sex meant nothing to you when it was this world shattering.

You're shaking and so delirious you don't hear the hiss of his helmet being removed.

To your relief (and also disappointment?), a palm blocks your view of hyperspace.

A hot tongue drags a slow line across your spine to the back of your neck. And you kirffing wail as your orgasm blazes through you. You clamp down around him, and he bites the chord of your neck, leaving a mark, all without a single break in his firm, hammering, rhythm. Your back arches, but there is nowhere to go; you just take it how he gives it to you and pray to the Maker you will find air eventually.

That was most definitely Mando's tongue and teeth…his helmet is off. But before any rational thought can return to your brain, especially the implications about what you had told him earlier, you feel his helmet rest against your shoulder blades. The grip in your hair tightens as his forearm wraps around your waist, pushing you once, twice, three more times up to him— the embracing squelches, making you choke.

He fills you to the brim, your combined releases dripping down your legs, as he instantly stumbles back from you to sit in the pilot chair. His visor level with your twitching, used, warmth from where you are still obediently bent over for him. Despite the satisfying ache, your embarrassment pushes you to stand straight. But the gentle weight of a gloved hand on your lower back coaxes you to stay put. With nowhere to go, you hide your face in your elbow as he kneads the pillows of your ass, watching himself drip from you.

After he is satisfied with himself, he stands and double taps the band on your arm. The light turns green.

"Thank you." Your voice was hoarse and barely audible.

The Mandalorian grinds up against you again, the oversensitivity stinging. He then bends to your ear, voice dark as night and smooth as honey, he whispers.

"Mine."

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1989, chapter 13

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Summary: It's hard to find the one, but even if you do find him it's always going to be a daily struggle to make it work. Can you even make it work after he broke your heart? The answer to that is complicated, but it all started when you found each other again in the stark tower- and that's where our story begins.

Word count: 7,224

Warnings: angst, some unreliable narrator, and… closure.

A/N: this is the last chapter of the series (besides the epilogue) and so the secret message of the song will not be at the top of the post but rather at the bottom. A perfect closer. Thank you so much for reading this, I worked so hard to write it and I am so happy that I get to finish it with you guys. I am so emotional right now.

A/N: a special thank you @chrissquares for the amazing dividers she made me, and to @nacho-bucky for beta reading all of this!

No one is allowed to repost my writing or steal or copy my work! Reblog on tumblr is fine.

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Loki sat in his room on his soft bed; he used the soft delicate covers under his fingers to ground himself as he drifted into his thoughts.

He loved you, he loves you, he will always love you. He knew that, there was no hiding it. There was no hiding the feeling that erupts within him whenever he sees you smile at him, or when you touched him and everything else faded away but your touch, or even the feeling thumping in his chest when he spent the day without you.

He was in love- it was as simple as that.

You loved him, you love him. He knew that, you never let him doubt it when you saw him doubt himself at the very beginning of the relationship. He was clever enough to know that you never lied to him.

Will you continue loving him when you will give it all up? When this is all over?

"You what?" Loki was sitting on your couch and you were curled up against him, you fiddled with your shiny new necklace, a bright smile on your face as you looked up at him through your lashes.

"I love you, Loki." You straightened up a bit more so you could get a better look at him. "I really do."

"You love the necklace I got you," He stated, looking at the empty box on the table and then back at your passionate eyes. He was scared of what he saw there, he must have heard you wrong because you made no sense to him. You always surprised him like that.

"Yes, I do love the necklace." You chuckled a bit and then you took his hand in yours, forcing him to look at you. "But I was talking about you. I love you. It's as simple as that."

But it was not simple, not to him.

"But-"

"No but. I just love you. I loved you even before we got together." You held both of his hands now. Understanding flashed in your eyes as you saw what lay behind his. "Don't you ever doubt that."

He squeezed your hands and leaned in to kiss you softly. He knew he loved you. But when he pulled back the words died in his throat. He opened his mouth only to close it shut. Emotions like the ones you introduced him to never came easy to him.

"I know." You said. And of course you know- you always do.

He sighed in thankfulness and you brought him to you again with your hand on his cold cheek.

He will find a way to tell you someday.

So why would you want to leave him- forget his trace on your life? He wondered to himself. People fleeting from his life wasn't something unfamiliar to him, but he has never been so sure of someone staying than you, ever since he found you on that fateful rainy day and every day that has passed since he never thought you would leave him out of your own will.

Being wrong about people did not happen often to him, he could read everyone but you didn't make sense to him now.

A shutting of the door knocked him out of his own head and of course there you were, studying him before you quietly approached him and sat on the bed.

Silence spread as you looked around the room, noting the various large bookshelves with the clearly well loved books.

"Your room is nice, it's very you," you commented over the deafening silence, you couldn't bear it.

"I always figured you'd like my book collection, and the balcony. I thought I could read to you while we are drinking your favourite tea and sitting out there. We could laugh at all the oafs that passed right below us." He let out a humorless chuckle.

"That sounds like a perfect day." You bit your lip nervously.

"Then why would you give that up?" now you turned to face him, you failed to notice the unshed tears on his face.

"Loki," you choked on your words. "I don't plan to give that up, I don't plan on giving you up!"

"But you heard what he said! And you want to go through with that nonsense, when I told you that I will figure out a way for him to leave you alone." He ran his fingers through his hair. "Do you really want to get rid of your powers that bad that you don't mind losing me, or even your Avengers family?"

"I don't want to lose anyone, I just can't stay with these powers inside of me when now for the first time I know exactly how they feel and what they do- I don't want that poisoning me. It's like a wine stained dress and I don't want to- I can't wear it anymore. I can't Loki." You went to take his hand but he slipped beyond your reaches. You scoffed and went and this time took his hands to get him to look at you. "But just like you said, I believe that you can and will find a way out of this, I know you will find a way for me to get all of my memories back- I don't doubt it one bit because you are brilliant and more so determined. So this is the way that I can lose my powers but keep everything else that I love so so deeply."

"But-"

"No, no but- I love you, Loki, and I would never give you up out of will especially after all those times you got taken from me and even when you left me. I will never let you go away. I know you can do this- and that is why I want to go through with this. I want to lose my powers, you called it ever since we met again at the tower- that is not my life, and these powers aren't mine. And that is my decision. Which is why I need you to understand me right now, I need you to understand that I'm not going to lose you, and that I still love you forever and always."

Loki couldn't help then, but remember you in your favourite dress standing with him and staring at the sunset, he told you he would always remember that moment-and he did, but it wasn't until now that he realized what you were asking him.

You never took your eyes away from his. You could see the battle inside of him when he finally relaxed in your grasp and pulled you tightly into a hug. But sometimes a hug is just an excuse to hide your face. You didn't see the tear that slipped from his eye.

"As you wish, darling."

•

"You're insane, you are completely insane." Steve shook his head and looked between you and Loki, before talking to the god. "How come you are okay with this? No, this is insane."

"Steve, I understand you're scared but Loki will find a way to bring me back- it will all be okay. It might take some time but I will be back here making sassy jokes at you in no time." You walked to him and wrapped your arms around him.

"Punk it'll be alright, just think of it like when you put me under again in Wakanda." Bucky chimed in and he wasn't wrong- but for Steve it only made it worse, first Bucky couldn't remember him and he lost him for a long time and now if you go through with your plan then you won't remember him either. How can he be okay with it?

"Loki, don't you have anything to say here?" The captain walked away from your hug. The god averted his eyes to the floor; he opened his mouth calculating his words.

"It's her choice captain, I had my own reservations regarding it," Loki now looked directly at the captain. "But all I want is what's best for her, I will do what is needed."

"What about Odin, huh? He can't just do whatever he wants- so what if he wants to take away your powers! I will fight him if I have to, he can't force you to do anything."

"Well Steve, my father might actually send an-"

"I never knew that was an option, I never thought I would be able to live like I used to- without my powers. I know you can get me out of this, I know Loki can get me out of it but I want this. I agree to this." You cut Thor off and brought the attention back to you. Tony rose up then.

"How do you know that you can bring her memories back, mischief?"

Loki scoffed.

"I only lost the battle of New York because I wanted to so give me and my magic more credit." Then Loki surprised you and walked towards the door. "Captain, if I may?"

Loki gestured outside and you were surprised at how Steve went without any issue. The door closed behind the two of them.

It was a while later that they came back and you could see Steve's eyes were red.

"Why don't we order pizza and you can pick a movie to watch?" he suggested. You nodded at him and you could say that you didn't tear up then but that would be a lie.

So there you sat with your friends- with your family, and you ate pizza and laughed at the movie. You talked about everything and nothing. You lay against Steve's chest and he hugged you as the movie kept playing.

You treasured every second with them. You knew you will come back to them soon enough but it didn't make you any less emotional during the entire night.

Just because you will not remember forgetting anyone of them, just because you won't feel the lack, doesn't mean you won't miss them.

•

You fidgeted with Loki besides you as you got ready to enter the room that will end all of this.

"Are you sure this is what you want?" Loki rubbed your back and took both of your hands to stop you from fidgeting.

"Yes, I don't know why I'm so nervous."

"It's okay to be nervous my love, but I will take care of you."

"I know you will." You shyly smiled up at him and returned his hug. "I trust you."

Loki opened the doors and walked with you inside. The throne room looked the same and yet for you it felt the difference all the same. Walking with a different form of dread into the cold room and a loud beating heart- you couldn't deny the fear that still lingered there.

"So, you finally came. Step to the side my son." You scoffed at that when Odin rose from the throne, stepped down, and raised his long staff.

"Wait!" you yelled and grabbed Loki into a hug. "I'm going to miss you, even if I won't know it. Promise you'll get me back Loki, promise you will set it all back to normal." You didn't look at him.

"I love you, more than I ever thought I could. I know I claimed it impossible but I have fallen in love with you all over and over again." He pulled back to cup your face and whispered in a weak voice. "I don't know how to say goodbye to you."

"There's only one way I'd accept it." You smiled at him through the tears, "If you've ever loved me, say it like you are going to come back."

That brought a small chuckle out of Loki.

"Well then my love, it really was enchanting to meet you." he held your hand and bowed before you. "I'll see you around, my love."

You smiled widely as you curtsied and brought him back for a kiss. It was slow, delicate, and yet it held every emotion you needed to show and every ounce of love you needed to feel.

"I'll see you in a minute, Loki."

With a soft smile he stepped back from you, his own smile faded though when his father raised the staff and he heard a chant in the background and he sent an old ancient extortion spell your way. You kept your eyes on Loki, smiling at him and memorizing him. He will get you back, you will get him back. You had no doubt about it.

His eyes teared up but he watched you.

You watched him until the pain hit you and settled in your brain, until your eyes felt foggy when you looked on at the man in front of you, until white blinded your vision and everything turned black.

•

Opening your eyes slowly you saw the golden sun rays seep into the room from your window as you woke up. You stretched out on the bed and reached your hand out to your side and it was cold. You looked at your hand and at the space next to you, why would you reach out there? Something at the back of your mind felt odd but you shook your head- who was for some reason aching, and got out of the bed in your apartment.

You mind felt foggy, you couldn't remember even getting to bed but you must still be tired- you just need to wake up fully. It'll all focus up in a minute surely- you had no doubt about it.

You smiled to yourself as you heated water for your tea; the routine was familiar to you and helped you clear your head. You took the time to look around your apartment, it wasn't much but it was yours. You still remembered when you first moved to New York- it was so loud and foreign but you refused to let it take over you and so instead you let it be a new chapter, a new beginning, you let it change you into who you wanted to be.

You snapped out of your thought and made your tea like you always did, it was a Saturday morning and you couldn't wait to have a chill day in, reaching out into the cabinet for another glass, but you faltered- you must have forgotten that you already made your tea.

Sitting on the couch you saw the flowers on the table they were dying of thirst- you were never good with flowers, which is why you never got any. It was probably time to throw the flowers away, so you groaned before getting up and discarding them in the bin.

Finally settling on the comfortable couch you turned on the TV and flipped through the channels until you found your favourite show. Sighing, you sipped on the tea and enjoyed the content feeling this warm moment gave you.

•

Loki lay on the headrest of the bed in his bedroom. It was morning now, it's been a day since you disappeared. By morning gone was any trace of you from his life, and yet you still were all over him, he couldn't find a part of him that you didn't touch. He could never wash you away.

He saw you all around his bedroom now, with countless books open and scattered on his desk, his bed, and the entire floor. He searched all of them, trying to find what you told him he would.

But now all he found was an answer he did not want to think about. So he sat and stared at the wall.

The knock on the door hardly startled him, and he was not surprised when Thor closed the door behind him and leaned against it.

"How are you doing, brother?" Thor stayed put, noticing the blank look in his brother's eyes and the books that seemed to block his way forward. "Were you up all night?"

"How could I sleep?" he let out a bitter chuckle.

"Did you manage to find something?" Loki rubbed his eyes, he didn't know how to answer that question. His lonely heart was already starting to grow colder with each hollowed hour that passed through him. He sank into his mind again.

The captain followed him outside of the room you were in. he could feel his frustration and it matched his- just almost.

"What, Loki?" Loki continued walking forward until he found a vacant room where no one will see the two of them. The soldier stopped at the door for a moment, but once he stepped through then Loki closed the door shut behind him.

"I want to show you something, captain." Loki turned to him. Steve stood taller, his blue eyes were questioning when he saw what laid in Loki's eyes, it was the first time he was sure what he saw in the trickster was real. "But you are not going to like it."

"I suppose I did find an answer." He replied to Thor, remembering back to two nights ago, when he found the way out. Just not for him.

"Well, that is tremendous news!" Thor's smile dropped when Loki did not smile with him. "What is wrong then?"

"What do you want to show me?" Loki walked to Steve with two arms open and up in the air. "Did you manage to find something?"

"I want to show you a time from before you knew her, you see, I have always loved her- but I want you to see this before we talk." Loki asked him a silent question and Steve nodded when Loki put his hands on his temples and he felt a buzz course through him before he found himself sitting in an apartment he had never seen before and there you were sitting next to Loki- you looked so much younger, so did the god.

Steve continued watching the intimate moment between the two of you, he watched the way you looked at the god and the way Loki in turn looked at you when you didn't face him.

He almost felt uncomfortable, knowing that Loki out of all people was letting him look through his own mind and memories. And then he heard you.

"I could never be a hero." His look of confusion matched that of Loki who was talking to you on the couch. He could only assume that you did not know about Loki being a god back then.

That was when he really looked at you- seeing you. He opened his mouth and closed it, his heart sank when he realized what he saw in you that was so different. You were so… light, rather than heavy. Your eyes were brighter, and more innocent- more hopeful. And mostly you were just-clean. Clean of all the blood that you have seen with your powers, clean of all the guilt and hatred. He knew you were happy with them-he knew you felt the same way as he did- but you were different here, there was no weight above your shoulders and you were clean of it all and all that was left was peace and calm inside of you. He never saw that in you. As happy as you were with him and the rest of the avengers, and as much as he knew you, he never knew you like that- he never saw who you were before.

He took a moment to look at you again, promising to himself he will remember you like this- he knew now why Loki showed him this.

"Loki, get me out." He whispered with a defeated look on his face. A moment later he was back in a vacant room with Loki. "Is that what you want?"

"Do you understand me now, Captain?" Loki nodded and lowered his eyes a bit.

"I do." Steve refused to shed the tears he felt behind his eyes.

"I have decided to let her go." He struggled with getting the words out, but he knew he would follow through with his decision- it's what's best for you.

"You what? Loki, what do you mean you are letting her go?"

"I am not going to chase after her and get her back to me- that will only lead to bad things." Loki stood up from the bed and started to whisk the books away and back on their shelves. The night was long but he knew all that he needed to know now.

"Brother, she counted on you getting her back! She trusted you with that!" Thor has seen his brother act without a thought in rare times, but now it is clear that he has thought of it for a while and yet despite of all of its nonsense he still decided to act on that.

"She trusted me to protect her, so I am. Don't you think she deserves a life free of dangers and worries?"

Thor looked at his brother and shook his head, looking down.

"Perhaps she does, but perhaps you deserve a life full of love too. Perhaps you will get that once you stop self sabotaging any good thing that comes your way."

Thor walked out the door, leaving Loki in that empty room.

•

The rain kept pouring all around you as you walked through the park in the dark. You didn't know what it was about the rain, but somehow you found your peace in the middle of the storm, the more the rain gushed around, dancing with the wind, the more you felt calm surrounding you. You let yourself drown in the rain that surrounded you now until you could breathe again- standing there with your umbrella you decided to sit on a bench you found up ahead, you often found yourself sitting there all alone when you felt something was missing from your life.

You sat there in silence, letting the rain soak through you without it ever touching you. You opened your coat pocket and looked at the letter that was inside the open envelope. You've had to make up your mind at some point, every part of you should say yes and you knew that it did with every time you reread the message that was written inside. You were still a bit nervous, it was exciting so of course you were a bit nervous. You knew you would not say no to this opportunity, no matter where it came from. With a small secret smile you put it back inside of your coat. You brushed the place on your neck where a necklace should be and got up to head home, and as you looked up to the stars you could almost see a twinkle in the sky, from the brightest star in the sky.

•

"Do you think it's a wise idea, Tony?" Steve sat in the genius' office. Tony shrugged at that.

"It's been two months Steve, I can't take it and I know you can't too!" he took off his glasses. "Don't you want her back?"

"Of course I do Tony, but I saw her- she seemed really happy."

"She was happy with us too!" Tony threw back the whiskey in his glass before filling up another one.

"Pour me one too," Steve said and ignored Tony's look. He was too tired, they all were. "But I think maybe Loki was right to choose what he did."

"Then call this a loophole! As long as we keep it up, she won't notice a thing and then we will all get what we want. We can keep an act up and soon enough it will be like nothing's changed." Tony raised an eyebrow at him before drinking from his glass. Steve downed his- it didn't faze him at all but he wished it would.

"Okay then, do it."

"Already did." Tony smirked and Steve just groaned at his friend.

"Of course you did."

"Now we just wait, my letter was pretty convincing so I am sure she will get here soon, and then she will be home in no time." Steve clucked his glass with Tony's before walking out of his office and getting on with the stuff he had to do that day.

He took the elevator down to the ground floor and looked through the paperwork he had in his hands when the doors opened. He stepped outside only to see you walking to the receptionist's desk. He stood there staring at you as if he hadn't been tracking you for months, he noticed all the ticks you had when you were nervous. That's when he snapped out of it and went to get you before the Stark worker could talk or, even worse, recognize you. He could feel his own emotions bursting inside of him and he held himself back from taking you into his arms and hugging you.

When you looked into his eye and he saw that you didn't recognize him- not really- it hurt him more than he thought it would.

"Hi." Was all he managed to let out.

"Hi, Captain Rogers," you smiled at him and he found himself returning the smile. "It's an honour to meet you."

"Please call me Steve." He rushed out and then bit his tongue.

"Steve," you repeated and you were about to turn your head to talk to the Stark Industries worker when Steve stopped you.

"You're Y/N, right? You have a meeting with Pepper."

"Yeah I am, how did you-"

"I will take you to her." He turned to the worker and nodded briefly, "it's fine."

"Captain, I need her to sign in first-"

"The captain said we are okay here." You looked behind you to find a blonde agent that you recognized from the TV as Sharon. She looked at you for a moment, looked behind you, and then she sent you a small smile.

"I'll walk you up, is that okay?" you looked back at him again and you nodded, you didn't know why but those blue eyes seemed so… kind. Your nerves were already put at bay because he started talking to you.

"Yes, thank you Steve." You smiled at him again before he walked you back to the elevator.

When the doors closed you broke the silence, for some reason you could feel his nerves rise- you could see it in him, in the small ticks. "Don't you have other stuff you should do?"

He laughed a bit at that and you called that a win. Steve thought back to the day he met you.

"Yeah, but you seem much nicer."

"How can you tell if I'm nice or not? I never said I was nice, maybe I am mean and evil."

"No offence, kid, but you don't seem too threatening to me," You scoffed at him, and you didn't know why the chemistry between you was so natural, but you didn't care.

"How can you be so sure? I could be threatening, or I could even be a spy!" you raised an eyebrow at him when he laughed again, this time harder.

"I could still take you down if you are, it's easy." He had a shit eating grin on his face that you didn't like. Steve was waiting for you to retort back.

"Oh just fuck off!" you shook your head but then you burst out laughing when Steve replied, you were so much brighter and he loved it.

"Language."

He missed you so much.

•

You felt a bit lightheaded as Steve walked you through the halls, you walked with him as he told you that he will take you to the kitchen. It was eerily empty. The couches seemed so inviting and the floor to ceiling windows showed a stunning view that you could stand there and watch all day, now you wished that you didn't have the interview because all you wanted to do was stay right where you were.

Steve was worried about you though.

"Hey, are you okay? Is this too much for you?" He asked and you furrowed your eyebrows when you saw the concern in his eyes.

"It's fine, I am probably just worried about the meeting with Mrs. Potts, that must be why I have a headache." You ignored his other question and while it did seem odd to you how easy he interacted with you, you didn't question it- he always seemed kind on TV.

"Come on, I will get you some water from the kitchen."

When you entered the kitchen you realized where you actually were.

"Is this the Avengers' private quarters?" Steve faltered for a bit and when words failed him he decided to just nod. He cleared his throat before turning to you with a glass of water.

"You really didn't have to bring me here, I would hate to waste your time and intrude!" you took a sip. "I also don't want to be late for my meeting, which I already am…"

At the cringe in your voice he pulled out his phone and texted Tony about your situation, making sure no one will be around you just yet in case you will get overwhelmed. He couldn't know how the spell Odin put on you would respond to that.

"I talked to Pepper, don't worry about that, you don't need to worry when you are with me." He looked serious enough that you nodded and continued sipping on the water, you could already feel the headache fade away, Steve continued. "And you can feel comfortable here, I'm sure you will get the job so you will be here a lot- if you want, that is."

"Why would I be here?" Steve wanted to curse at himself for saying too much, of course you didn't know that detail- you shouldn't know that. Hell, you probably didn't know the details of what you will do- Tony could have bullshitted anything to get you to come here even when you had no reason for being chosen.

He couldn't help himself, he felt as if nothing has changed by the way you act and talk around him, but it was hard to remember that a lot has changed for him.

"Well, umm you see- it's in the job description- working for Pepper and all, it just makes sense that you will be here too because she is here a lot." He stuttered when you still had a look of confusion on your face, your head tilting a bit, you couldn't quite place him. "And also- Tony, they are husband and wife of course and- and he might need help too. Stark Industries is his after all so, that is what I meant, that's all."

"Okay…" you tentatively replied, noticing the blush that came up his flustered cheeks. He was trustworthy, so it is probably true. "I guess that I don't actually know why I am here- but this is an opportunity that I couldn't miss out on. I don’t know why he chose me or how he even knows me but- I want to be here, I just do."

The words seemed distant from you, and you looked to the ground not noticing the small relaxed smile Steve let out.

"Well, I'm sure you will fit right in here. Let's get you to Pepper then."

His smile only prompted your own and you let him take you to her, hopefully this will be a new start for you, and hopefully it will also quiet the small tingles you started getting in your head ever since you got that letter.

•

A month later you woke up to an alarm clock. You turned to your side and stopped yourself when your hand went forward. The alarm drew you out of your thoughts and you twisted around again to turn it off. You got up to start your day before you had to go to work.

You looked at your wardrobe before you decided to try out the shirt you got yesterday you couldn't help but buy it. It was in this beautiful shade of green that you were compelled to get it. You paired it with a tight black skirt and walked to your dresser. Opening it, you noticed a glimmer shining from the daylight that came through your window. You got out all the boxes and stuff that was blocking whatever it was from your view- you really needed to clean all of it, but you didn't care- you just wanted to get to that small box.

Like you thought- it indeed was a box. It was old, the golden glaze of it darkened but it was still beautiful.

"Now where did you come from?" you wondered aloud and you sat on your bed when you decided to open the delicate box. It was a bit heavy in your hand, you didn't know what it was made of but it seemed unreal- it was so naturally out of place with its beauty. You opened it slowly and in there you found a necklace, it was golden and unlike the box it was still shining. The symbol engraved onto it seemed so familiar and yet you could not remember where it is from, it was different from anything you have seen before, you must have bought it ancients ago. You must have. It took your breath away when you picked it up, so you needed air. You went out into your living room and there you sat on the couch, staring at it. Your mind was racing, no- it was searching- you didn't know what for, and tingles spread throughout your whole body.

You put it on and fiddled with it, the light weight of it on your chest was comforting as it lay right next to your heart.

You didn't notice the smile that lit up your face until you looked into the mirror before getting out of the door and heading to the Avengers tower.

•

Loki prepared himself as he walked the Bifrost leading to where Heimdall stood. He tried to calm his breathing and his racing heart, he felt as if he was going to pass out from the nerves. He just needed to get this over with fast.

Heimdall did not acknowledge the solemn look on the prince's face as he got ready to go to earth. He barely bothered to hide the dark circles beneath his eyes that could only be described as numb. With the black suit he was wearing one would think he was grieving, and maybe in a way- he was.

Loki fixed himself to stand up straighter and got ready for his journey. All he planned to do was go to the Tower, just to check on how everything has wrapped up quickly before leaving, and maybe in a way he wanted to be there one last time and see other people who are also living a life without you.

He nodded briefly to Heimdall and in a few second he was in the Avengers Tower, right on the top of it. He took the elevator down and when he didn't see anyone in the living room he called out to the AI and asked for Steve's location. He was a few floors down rather than in the Avengers' quarters.

He took the stairs down. The hall room was fairly empty. Different elevators stopped at the floor that was a pass-through to the Avengers center from the Stark Industries. At the other end of the floor there was a balcony that looked over the skyline of the daylight, it will be easier to call for Heimdall from there- it will be faster.

He walked forward and saw Steve and Natasha leaning against the main desk of the security guard.

He nodded to Steve when he spotted him, but Steve's eyes only widened when he saw the god.

"Loki."

"Hello, Captain." He nodded to Natasha who had the same surprised look on her face. "Ms. Romanoff."

"Loki what are you doing here?"

"I just wanted to come here to check how you were dealing with the group that took the weapons." The group that took you. Loki smiled shortly.

"Loki you should probably go-" the blond suggested and went towards Loki to try and lead him backwards to where he came from. Before Loki could question him, the redhead spoke up.

"Y/N is here, she is on her way here." Loki looked at Natasha and then at Steve who was standing in front of him.

"What?" Loki stammered, "Does she-"

"No, she doesn't know a thing, I promise." The god studied the soldier, his eyes sharper now.

"Then why is she coming here?"

"We hired her a month ago, so she could work here and we will see her." Natasha explained simply, blunt as always. He was thankful for that right now but he sent daggers towards Steve.

"I thought we had an agreement- that you understood."

"We didn't know you were coming. I do understand, and I promise that she is still safe, and she is having a peaceful happy life- she works for Pepper, not with us directly." Steve was quick to reply. "It was just too hard to say goodbye."

"You were not the only one who had to say goodbye." Loki's eyes were blank and Steve could see the hurt that seeped through. "But well then, I should go. I'm happy you got her back."

Steve stopped him when Loki moved to walk towards the balcony at the other end of the floor.

"Loki, you can come back too." Steve sighed, trying to get the god to agree to come back- he saw you being happy, but he also saw how you were lost- just lacking something a bit, he knew Loki was that something.

"No, I cannot. I'm a god- I could never give her the peace she deserves." Loki shook his head and lowered his blue eyes. He passed Steve and walked ahead when the elevator dinged and he looked up at the same time as you got out of it and walked towards Steve. When your eyes met his you stopped in your place.

Loki always loved when you wore his colours and now here you were- wearing his colours when you did not even know him. Only a couple of feet away, you stood in front of him and the world stood still.

You got out of the elevator and were walking towards Steve when you saw the person that was just a few steps away, in front of you. You were in the middle of the hall and yet you couldn't move yourself away, you couldn't stop staring at him.

You knew him, how couldn't you? You knew he wasn't from here, but he was different- it wasn't because you knew he was a god, but rather the feeling that came along with him and it felt as if it sucked you in.

You tried to snap out of it and you could suddenly breathe again.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to stare," you looked up again at the god who kept staring at you. Loki's eyes were wide, scared, in awe of finally seeing you again. Of seeing you not recognizing him. Before your mind could catch up you continued. "I'm Y/N."

You stretched your hand and walked forward a bit, waiting for him to shake your hand as you now stood a mere step apart. You got nervous when he didn't shake it, why did you want to shake his hand in the first place? You did not know.

Before you could take your hand back, his cold hand squeezed yours and you relaxed again, smiling shyly at him.

"It's nice meeting you." It's like you could see it all inside the shade of blue in his eyes when he smiled back.

He caught sight of the necklace you were wearing and he looked back up at you.

"That's a beautiful necklace." He said and you blushed at the compliment, his voice affected you in a way it probably shouldn't. You then realized you were still holding his hand and you took it back and fiddled with the necklace instead. You didn't see the hurt and disappointment in Loki's eyes when he too lowered his hand.

"Yeah, it's really pretty- I found it and I guess I just forgot where it came from," you looked back up at Loki who had an unreadable expression on his face and you didn't know why but- "but I still love it."

Loki swallowed and tried to form words while your own words were affecting him in ways you didn't even know.

You didn't know why you were so affected by him, he was so beautiful and your heart was speeding up and yet you felt so calm now, so relaxed, so- whole? You didn't want to break whatever it was that you felt right now, too curious by this feeling to recognize the two avengers that stood a couple of feet behind Loki.

"I heard you were working here, do you like it here?" he looked at you fondly, he just had to ask- he had to know that you really were happy like this, even if he is not in your life.

"Yeah, I do. I am so happy that I get to work here with Pepper!" you smiled at him, tucking your hair behind your ears.

"I'm happy to hear that, then. It's good that you are happy."

"The job is amazing," you chuckled. "But if you decide to throw another invasion, I hope you will think of me, I'd love to be your right hand woman."

He laughed and you treasured that look, you liked his laugh.

"As you wish, darling." He needed to let you move on, but he didn't know how to say it. "I won't keep you any longer, and I should go, but- it was enchanting to meet you, love."

You frowned at that, not wanting him to go. But you still had a silver of hope left inside you that maybe he will come back again.

"I hope I'll see you again, Loki." You smiled at him and he returned the smile. He looked you up and down, smiling softly at you again, before he did the hardest thing he had to do and walked past you.

You turned to watch him go, yet your mind was screaming something incoherent at you as if he was slipping away from your reach.

Loki walked out into the balcony with a heavy heart, but at least he got to see you again one last time, at least he got to see you smile and hear you laugh one last time. At least he knew you were happy now, and at least he got to call you his love one last time. He looked back at you as he got taken away and he found comfort he hadn't gotten before in your smile. And he knew it will be okay.

You still looked at him when you saw him get taken away by the bifrost, and smiled when he sent you one last look.

Then you turned your head back, touching the golden necklace again you smiled to yourself and stepped forward.

"She lost him, but she found herself, and somehow that was everything."

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Making Time

Mobius M Mobius x Reader

Part 2

My Masterlist

“1985, huh?” You say, looking up from the briefing Mobius has just handed you.

“Yeah, maybe we’ll spot a delorian?” He jokes, making a Back to the Future reference. You smile at him, remembering when you’d first mentioned the movie. You hadn’t been at the TVA long, to your knowledge.

You’re sat in one of the cafes, explaining something about the timeline to Casey, and you make an offhand reference to the movie. To which, Casey looks even more confused. You glance at Mobius, who’s been sat next to you, watching your teaching with a smile. You offer them both a small smile, at yet another reminder that you’re from somewhere very different from the rest of them.

“Neither of you have seen it have you?” Mobius shakes his head.

“Not a lot of chances for watching movies when dealing with the timeline. Should we get the chance, I’d love to.” It’s a few days later when you give him the chance.

“Honey, I’m home.” You hear Mobius call out, which brings a smile to your face. Whilst you had your own apartment, you much preferred staying with Mobius, like you did when you first arrived at the TVA. You hear him set down a pile of papers in the kitchen, before making his way into the lounge where you’re sat waiting for him. “Hey.”

“Hi.”

“What’s all this?”

“Back to the Future. I went through my file, and managed to find a version that I watched that was uninterrupted. Then I isolated it, and copied it onto one of those cassette reel things, so that it’ll play on your mini projector.” You pause, before adding, “I probably put too much effort into this but, I thought we could have what my time considers a movie night?”

“A movie night?” Your face falls slightly, feeling embarrassed by your suggestion.

“We don’t have to-“ you start. He shrugs off his jacket and settles down next to you.

“Did I not tell you I wanted to watch it, should I get the chance?”

“Well, yeah.” He gestures to the projector.

“Let’s get this show on a roll.” You grin at him, before quickly pressing play on the projector. Mobius leans an arm on the couch and pulls you to his side. “You finally have clearance to access to your file, and you use it to watch Back to the Future?”

“What else was I supposed to do with it?” You joke.

You and Mobius head to the cubicle where you left Loki this morning. You spot him wapping against the desk with a magazine.

“Training going well?” You ask him. He leans back in his chair, attempting to look casual.

“Yeah.”

“Is that my jet ski magazine?” Mobius asks him. “Put it down. Gear up. There's been an attack. Let's go.” He hands Loki the jacket he’s been carrying. You set the briefing down on the desk, and follow Mobius. Loki trails behind you. “Put it on.” Loki shrugs the jacket on, adjusting the collar before posing.

“Nice.” You tell him with a smile.

“Good. Yeah, smart.” Mobius says distractedly. You soon reach the Timedoors, where a small group of hunters have gathered to wait. B-15 opens up the briefing.

“C-20 and her team went dark shortly after they jumped into the 1985 branch. All signs point to another ambush. We've grabbed enough temporal aura to know it's our Loki Variant. But which kind of Loki, remains unknown.”

“They're the lesser kind, to be clear.” Loki specifies. B-15 sighs,

“Let me see the back of that jacket.” Loki does a small turn, showing the group the back of his jacket, where the bright orange letters reading VARIANT stand out. Everyone is the group shares a small smile. You’re glad you don’t have to wear one of those anymore.

“Very subtle. Well done.”

“I don't want anybody out there to forget what you are.”

“Oh, your only hope of capturing a murderer?”

“No. A cosmic mistake.”

“That's enough.” Mobius interrupts.

“Lovely.” You hear Loki murmur.

“Here's the deal.” Mobius begins. “When we get out on the branch, we're not just looking for a Time Criminal. We're looking for a Loki. A variation of this guy. A type we should all be very familiar with, because the TVA has pruned a lotta these guys, almost more than any other Variant.” He skims through a few of the Loki Variants that the TVA have caught before. “And no two are alike. Slight differences in appearances, or not so slight. Different powers, although, powers generally include: shapeshifting, illusion projection, and my favourite-”

“Duplication casting.” Loki interrupts

“Illusion projection.”

“No, they're two completely different powers.”

“How?” You ask him.

“Illusion-projection involves depicting a detailed image from outside oneself, which is perceptible in the external world, whereas duplication-casting entails recreating an exact facsimile of one's own body in its present circumstance, which acts as a true holographic mirror of its molecular structure. But you already knew that.” He explains. You catch a glimpse of Mobius’s smirk before he says,

“Okay, take a breath. Noted. We're gonna break into two teams, including myself and Professor Loki.”

“Why?” A hunter stood beside you asks.

“Because whoever this Variant is, we haven't been able to find him. So let's bring in an expert.” Loki looks around at the group before adding a quiet,

“That's me.”

As the hunters prepare themselves, you hear Loki ask, “Do I get a weapon?” You laugh lightly,

“No chance.”

“Well, I'll have my magic back. Is no one concerned about that?”

“Of what?” Mobius asks.

“Me betraying you.”

“No.”

“Why not?”

“You know that we’ll just catch you again.” You tell him.

“And how's betraying us gonna get you any closer to the Time-Keepers?” Mobius adds. Loki leans forward, his attention fixed on Mobius.

“An audience with the Time-Keepers is on the table?”

“Keep that focus.” Mobius tells him. The three of you follow the hunters through the Timedoor, and out into 1985 Wisconsin. Your group makes their way through the crowd of the Renaissance fair before entering a large tent. It’s dark inside, with only a few lanterns to light your path. You watch as B-15 bends down to grasp examine a helmet left abandoned on the floor.

“So he's taking hostages now?” She says, turning to Mobius.

“The Variant's never taken a hostage before.”

“Maybe he's upping his game.”

“Or he pruned her.” One of the hunters remarks, you frown at his callousness towards his colleague.

“A Loki couldn't have gotten the jump on C-20.”

“I think you underestimate, actually...” Loki begins.

��Fan out and search for her. And hurry up, we're at three units until red line.” B-15 orders. Mobius sets a hand on your arm, and the two of you head to the exit.

“Come on.” He says to Loki.

“Wait. If you leave this tent, you'll end up like them.” Mobius stops beside Loki.

“What do you see?”

“I see a scheme, and in that scheme, I see myself.” Loki begins to ramble about an old Asgardian saying.

“Two units. He is wasting our time.” B-15 interrupts.

“Okay. Come on, Loki, make a long story short.” Mobius encourages.

“We need to look for C-20.”

“That's exactly what the Variant wants you to do. It's a trap. He's waiting for you outside this tent.”

“Should I secure the reset charges?”

“No. He wants me. I'm the key to his plan. He knows that I'm stronger. And he rightly believes that together we can overthrow and rule the TVA. But that's not what I want. I have a new purpose. I'm a servant of the Sacred Timeline. And knowing what I now know about his tactics, I can deliver you the Variant, but I need assurances.” He says, looking to Mobius. You glance up at Mobius, frowning slightly. Surely he isn’t believing what Loki’s saying? His eyes catch yours and there’s a small twinkle in them. You hide your smile. Loki circles around Mobius.

“Yeah?” Mobius offers.

“Assurances that I won't be completely disintegrated the moment the job has been done.”

“Right.” Loki leans forward, before whispering,

“We'll need to speak to the Time-Keepers at once. They're in graver danger than we realized.”

“He's lying. Just playing games. There's no one out there.” Mobius calls out to the group.

“Reset the timeline.” B-15 orders.

“You had me for a second. My ears are sharp too.” He points at Loki’s chest. You follow Mobius out of the tent.

“Well that went well.” You remark, hearing Mobius sigh. He runs his hand over his face.

You’re tucking into your lunch when you spot Mobius. He picks out a drink and a salad before making his way over to you. You give him a small smile,

“Hi.”

“Hey.”

“How did it go with Renslayer?” He sighs, leaning his head back, before getting comfortable in his seat.

“Well, our Loki hasn’t been deleted yet.”

“That’s good then?” You offer. He sighs,

“Yeah. Though he’s getting more and more talkative.”

“You did say he loves to talk. Where is he now?”

“I’ve left him with the archives, hopefully he’ll be reading for the next few days. Or at least long enough for me to finish lunch.” He begins to eat his salad. Just then, Loki scampers in looking like a manic puppy.

“I found something.” Mobius shakes his head, keeping his attention on his lunch,

“No, I said don’t bother me until you've read all the files.”

“I have.”

“Every file?”

“Yes.”

“Pertaining to the Variant?”

“The answer isn't in the files, it's on the timeline. He's hiding in apocalypses.”

“Which apocalypse?” You ask.

“Any time in history? There's, like, a million of 'em.” Mobius adds.

“Ragnarok. Are you familiar?”

“Yes. The destruction of Asgard and most of its people. I'm sorry.” Loki pauses looking down.

“Yes, very sad.” He immediately perks up again. “Anyway, it got me thinking. Nexus events happen when someone does something they're not supposed to do, right?”

“Well, it's a little more complicated, but, yeah.”

“Great. And then that thing they're not supposed to do, cascades into a whole range of other things that aren't supposed to happen.”

“And so on and so forth, until eventually, a new timeline branches. Yes?”

“Chaotic alterations of a predetermined outcome.”

“Exactly. So, let's just say...” He picks up the salad bowl from in front of Mobius.

“Mm-hm. What are you doing?”

“...your salad is Asgard in this scenario.” Loki continues.

“It's not Asgard, that's my lunch.” Mobius complains, the pouting clear in his voice. You lean forward, a hand on your chin to hide the smile at Mobius’s reaction.

“It's a metaphor. Just hang in there.”

“I want that salad.”

“And I could go down to Asgard before Ragnarok causes its complete destruction and I could do anything I wanted. I could, let's say, push the Hulk off the Rainbow Bridge.” He picks up a salt shaker and puts a large sprinkling of salt across Mobius’s salad.

“There he goes.” You say, feeling rather invested in this metaphor.

“The salt's Hulk?” Mobius asks, clearly not as enthusiastic as you.

“And I could also... Set fire to the palace.” He picks up a pepper pot and shakes the pepper across the salad.

“No, just stop. Don't set fire to the palace.”

“Okay? I can do whatever I want to do, and it would never matter. It wouldn't go against the dictates of the timeline because...” He sets down the shakers after nearly emptying them both. He heads to the table behind you. “Excuse me?”

“Oh, God!” Mobius sighs.

“You!” Recognising the voice you look up to see Casey looking very confused.

“Nice to see you. I just need this for a second. Thanks.” Loki picks up Casey’s carton of juice, before sitting back down at your table. “Because the apocalypse is coming. Ragnarok, Surtur will destroy Asgard no matter what I do.”

“No, don't do...” Mobius sighs as Loki empties the carton over the remains of the salad.

“There's the apocalypse.” You say with a sigh, offering Mobius your bag of chips.

“That's the apocalypse?” He asks, taking a handful of chips from you with a smile.

“Ragnarok obliterates the salt. Ragnarok. There it is.” Loki gestures to the ruined salad with a proud smile.

“What am I lookin' at?”

“Okay, it was a clumsy metaphor. But you see what I mean. It doesn't matter. It could be any apocalypse. It could be a tidal wave. It could be a meteor. It could be a volcano, a supernova. If everything and everyone around you is destined for imminent destruction, then nothing that I say or do will matter, because the timeline's not gonna branch. Hence, the Variant could be hiding in the apocalypse and do whatever he wants, and we wouldn't know!”

“Not bad.” You offer.

“Take me to a real apocalypse, to Ragnarok, I'll show you.” Mobius chuckles,

“Yeah. So you can run away back to your homeland? No.”

“No, I'm not going home. We can go anywhere.”

“I'm not taking you for a stroll along the promenade, much less an apocalypse.”

“Oh, Mobius, come on! What could possibly go wrong? We gotta properly test this theory.”

“Well, here's a fun theory. You lure me out into the field, and stab me in the back. And that's a theory I don't wanna test.”

“I'd never stab anyone in the back. That's such a boring form of betrayal.” He most definitely would stab someone in the back.

“Loki, I've studied almost every moment of your entire life. You've literally stabbed people in the back, like 50 times.”

“Well, I'd never do it again, because it got old.” You both laugh at this. Mobius looks at you, and you shrug.

“Might as well try it?” You offer. Mobius nods,

“Okay.”

“Okay, look, you don't trust me, you can trust one thing. I love to be right.” Loki adds. That certainly isn’t a lie.

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swatches | sirius black

summary: you had loved sirius black for longer than you could remember. through two wizarding wars and a harsh time in azkaban: you were head over heels. what happens when he misunderstood your relationship? everyone lives au lowkey as it should be!

pairing: Fem!Reader x Sirius (post books so they’re slightly older)

word count: 1.6k

warnings: misunderstandings, mention of pregnancy/getting pregnant

Two wars. You had survived two wars against the most powerful dark wizard ever and had no inclination to tell your longtime friend you loved him. You'd been head over heels for Sirius Black for the better part of two decades yet opted to keep your feelings to yourself – stating something about the timing not being right. But if not during a war – nay, two wars – when would the time be right? You'd been with other people, trying to get over the raven-haired beauty yet no one ever made you feel anything close to what you did with him.

He'd served years in Azkaban, convicted of some of the most heinous crimes against muggles and the reason behind his best friends death, but you knew he was innocent. Sirius Black was a lot of things but a traitor was not one of them. Now, years later, he was finally free – an innocent man to the world. Once the dark lord was defeated again, and things started to calm down, 12 Grimmauld Place wasn't needed for the order anymore so you insisted on helping Sirius clean it up.

Though you couldn't wash away the painful memories of his childhood, it didn't mean you couldn't try. Harry was old enough to live on his own now but after years apart he and Sirius wanted to catch up on lost time. The first order of business you planned was putting that horrid painting of Mrs. Black in the basement. It took a lot of spells to detach her from the wall but the relief that came across Sirius' face once she was gone was worth it. The two of you worked together tirelessly to bring brightness into the home for the first time since it was built. The Black family tree tapestry was peeled off and replaced with a fresh coat of white paint and a photo wall.

Photos of James, Lily, Marlene and other friends lost over the years lined the wall and memories flooded your senses. There were moments in time captured that reminded you of easier days. Your times at Hogwarts. Your summers at the Potters. You, Sirius and Remus, admired your handy work on the wall. You three had lost so much but the thankfulness you felt to still have each other was beyond you. Sirius wrapped his arm around you and pressed a kiss to your temple. Remus excused himself to spend time with Teddy, leaving you and your love alone. "Should we start clearing out some of the rooms?" You suggested despite not wanting to leave Sirius' side just yet.

He hummed in confirmation before (rather reluctantly) letting you go. The house had been empty and cold for years so in an attempt to revive it Harry, Remus, Tonks and baby Teddy were due to move in. You two started with the guest room that would become a nursery for Teddy. Magic made cleaning much easier but being around Sirius meant more time joking around than actually being productive.

"This whole bloody house smells like dirty boxes." He said with a huff and a wave of his hand to open the window.

The two of you sat for longer than you'd like to admit trying to put a crib together the muggle way. Soon you gave up and used magic, much to Sirius' dismay who insisted "it'll just be 5 more minutes". With a wave of your wand, the walls were coloured a soft sage green compared to the drab mud brown it was before. Things were finally coming together.

"Do you wonder what it's like?" Sirius asked as he set a few toys out onto the shelves.

"What what's like?" You asked from your spot at the bookshelf.

"Being a parent." He clarified.

You shrugged and put down your copy of ABCs with Merlin. "I suppose... I kind of assume I won't have kids. I'm too old now."

"Nonsense!" He replied quickly.

You raised your brows and crossed your arms. "I know you're about to mention something about Moony but shall I remind you he didn't carry the child?" You countered.

"You make it sound like you're ancient." He scoffed. "Don't rule it out, darling."

You let out a laugh and returned to your task of sorting the shelves. "It takes two to have a baby and I don't exactly have a lineup of people wanting to impregnate me.”

"I sure hope not." He said incredulously. "Now, what colour should the walls in the master room be?"

You furrowed your brows. What on earth did he mean by I sure hope not? Instead of letting yourself dwell on it later, you decided to outright ask him. "What's that supposed to mean?"

He looked perplexed. "What? The colour of the master room?"

"No, no... that you sure hope there isn't people lined up for me?" You said crossing your arms a tad defensively.

Sirius, to put things simply, had a habit of being rude sometimes without realizing it. So, you were expecting a backhanded comment about your looks or a joke about how long you've been single. "Well, wouldn't exactly be the best for my odds." He said with a chuckle. "Now, the room colour." He repeated holding the swatches up.

"To hell with the swatches Sirius! What are you talking about!" You all but yelled at him. Was this a joke? Did he find out you were in love with him and decided to subtly tease you about it? How had he even figured it out? You felt yourself going into overdrive. You were going to kill Moony. He had to be the one to tell him after all!

"The swatch is for your room too so it does matter," Sirius said bewildered.

"What?"

"What?" He repeated making you huff. He could be so frustrating sometimes.

"What do you mean my room?"

"Well, it's gonna be our room." He clarified.

You were surprised if that's what you could call it. Sirius thought you were moving in? And sharing a room with him? What on earth was happening? "Sirius, I'm not living here? I thought it was just you, Harry and Moonys family?"

"What? Why? It's meant to be a family home!" He protested with a pout that reminded you of the ones he wore as a student not getting his way with Professor McGonagall.

"We don't have room for me if Teddy has his own room. He'll need one as he grows up." You explained.

"That makes no sense! We would share a room."

"Why the hell would we share a room? We're adults we can't just be dormmates like we're kids." You said and he gave you a disgruntled look. “We've been sharing beds for 20 years why does it matter now?" He rebutted and crossed his arms.

"Don't you want privacy?" You asked.

"For what? We're dating so I don't see why you're being so weird about this."

Now that shocked you.

"DATING?" You shouted and he chuckled softly as he took a step towards you. "Since bloody when?"

"Well, we've had a weird relationship for 20 years I just assumed? Two wars change people." He said and you gaped at him.

"Bloody hell Sirius." You said rubbing your temples. This was not how you expected to find out your feelings were returned. Was this his loneliness speaking? His trauma?

"I'm sorry if I overstepped in thinking that..." He said rubbing the back of his neck and losing his confidence. He became sheepish under your scrutiny. Maybe it wasn't so outlandish of him to assume that. You two did kiss and cuddle a fair bit more than the average friends. But Sirius had always been fond of physical affection with his friends and you chalked it up to that. You honestly never expected him to feel the same way you did.

"I-" You began before swallowing down in an attempt to collect your thoughts. "-You weren't wrong. I just never really thought you'd feel that way about me."

He scoffed. "I've felt that way since we were in 5th year!"

"That makes no bloody sense! You hooked up with half the damn school but didn't look at me." You scoffed back.

"Because I was trying to hide my feelings like a dumb teenage boy! It killed me seeing you all over Peter so I deflected the only way I knew how." He countered. You rolled your eyes. You and Peter had gone out twice before realizing you were better off as friends.

"You don't get to do this Sirius. You can't just say you've liked me for more than 20 damn years and not made a move." You said pointing your finger at him accusingly.

"Need I remind you I was in prison for half of it. And I just asked what colour you want our room to be." He replied with a huff.

You were silent. He wasn't wrong after all but in your overflow of emotions, you chose to place all the blame on him. "I..." You looked down. "I'm sorry. I just always thought I wasn't your type."

He took a step closer and gently held your shoulders. "It's my fault for not letting you know how utterly in love with you I am."

Hearing those words come out of his mouth shot electricity through your body. It was a euphoric feeling you could definitely get used to feeling all the time. You looked up at him and cupped his cheek softly. For the first time, you realized the way you looked at him was the same way he looked at you: with utter love and devotion. You were so worried about not letting your feelings for him spill that you didn't realize you'd been dating the man of your dreams this whole time. The man you'd longed for but thought was unattainable.

"I love you too..." You said through happy tears. "I have for so long."

"Now darling, what colour for our bedroom?" He said with a perfect smirk and a kiss to your temple.

It took two wars but you and Sirius were creating the silly little family you always dreamed of.

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