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r0-boat · 1 year

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Royal Schedule

Beegearstation + bonus guests!

The Royal has a busy schedule

Gn!reader( no set pronouns the reader is called Princess once)

Cw: oviposition, slight breeding kink, harem, gangbang

Dawn

Meeting with the Hive Scouts Leader

Bee!Cole

He let out a purr feeling his Royal's fingers comb through his red hair. you are still groggy from waking up this morning so he took it upon himself to wake you up with some "exercise." starting out with some stretches, he folds you in half legs over his shoulders. His twitching cock rutting against your sex.

He completely towers over you. Part of him wants to worship you, yet another part wants to destroy you, cover his dear highness in his cum. Cole smirks at the thought of the Kings raging in jealousy when their Royal comes back, reeking of the Scout leader's Scent.

A snarl rips from his throat as he slams his hips down onto you. Filling you to the brim with one thrust. All the other Scouts are out hunting, so he has plenty of time to fill you up.

Morning

Training with the Royal guard/army General

Bee!Silas

Silas sobs were muffled by the gag in his mouth, his arms tied behind the chair as he's forced to endure your teasing. all the while you sit so pretty in his lap his cock pulsating between your thighs as you play with it with your small human hands. his eyes staring holes in your thighs, longing to feel his cock in between them.

" I wonder what would the hive think if they knew our strongest bee in combat was this pathetic under their monarch?"

You purr; Silas's breathing grows heavier, bucking his hips, his dick now beginning to leak precum, his eyes half-lit with lust, his full attention on you. Your degrading words greatly aroused him.

Noon

Lunch with the Advisor

Bee!Rika.

With a hand on her chin is she leans against the table watching you as you pick at your food.

" why aren't you eating dear I made that especially for you, can't rule Hive on an empty stomach princess~"

You shoot a glare at her before finally stabbing something with your fork. her smile widening before giving you an exaggerated surprised look.

" Woah seems that no one taught you manners, oh well as always I guess it's my job to put you in your place," she hums her finger rolling over a button on the remote in her hand.

Immediately you drop your fork, the toy deep inside you buzzes to life. She bites her lip feeling warmth in her core, "yeah thats it. Just gives in for me, and when you're done being a little brat, come sit in my lap and kiss me."

Afternoon

A check up with the Royal Physician

Zero

You squirm underneath his touch his hands gently kneeding your hips, murmuring to himself. his antennas twitch noticing your sudden movement.

" Are you ticklish right there beloved? Good. It means the royal jelly has been successfully changing you making you more sensitive in the places that matter-,"

he Rambles grabbing and squeezing your thighs your hips. His other hand is cupping your chest before pressing his thumb on your nipple.

" you're so beautiful my love I can never get enough of you, I'll have to schedule another appointment with you soon."

You can help but squeeze your thighs together his hands all over your body pinching, teasing stroking, squeezing, with all four of his hands all over your body you try not to melt in his touch. all the while you can see his cocks slowly protruding out of his slit. Yet Zero himself seems to pay no mind focusing purely on how your body reacts to his touch.

" I would like to, examine your more intimate places if that's okay with you "

Dusk

Free Time

Drones

With one drone occupying your mouth with his while another one kisses you all over, with a third drone's cock nestled in your plush thighs they put you to sit back and relax while they take care of you. They chatter to one another how they would run a bath make you a nice hot cocoa and give you a massage, as they coo about how much they love you.

The third drone between your thighs begs to fill you. tears in his eyes because he's close but wants to cum inside.

Other drones attracted to the sweet scent of their Royal in pleasure, gather murmuring of how lucky these three in particular are, longing for their hands to feel the soft skin of their highness.

Your dear drones never want to pressure you into anything you don't want to do, so they sit and watch, waiting for your back and call. Eagerly waiting to fulfill any requests you give them.

Evening

Nightly Egg routine

Ingo&Emmet

Your face pressed against the mattress as Emmet has a hold of your arms, pulling you back onto him as he pounds you

"Take it, Take it! Take it all!" Emmet growls thrusting is deep as he can inside of you before stilling his hips; you dig your teeth into the sheets trying not to scream and pleasure with each egg Emmet nestles deep inside of you. he runs a hand through your hair leaning down to litter your shoulders with kisses.

But you were far from done, as soon as Emmet slides out of you, a new cock takes its place. Ingo groans as he slowly pushes himself inside of you, eager to fill you up with his own clutch. He has been thinking about this all day, seeing your belly grow around with his eggs, hoping that at least one of them will take.

You're broken whimpers of being too full went straight to his cock, his antenna twitching as he took in your sweet scent.

Ingo folds you in half, legs over his shoulders. he pounds down into you, wanting to reach as deep as possible to stuff you more with his eggs. He practically creams when you squeeze around him, milking him. Your broken sobs are begging for him to fill you. He loses it, roaring in pleasure, slamming down onto you, his abdomen pulsating as he fills you with egg after egg. Daring not to pull out of you until he's completely emptied himself inside of you.

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agustdakasuga · 3 years

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Reflection Of You | Chapter 17

Genre: Historical!AU, Timetraveller!AU/ Different Dimension, Romance

Pairing: SUGA x Reader, Yoongi x Reader

Characters: Normal!Reader, Idol!Suga, King!Yoongi, Guard!Seokjin, Guard!Jungkook, RoyalAdvisor!Namjoon, Servant!Jimin, Servant!Hoseok, Prince!Taehyung

Summary: Confirming you were dating the famous Min Suga of BTS, you knew you were bound to make some enemies. But what you didn’t expect was to be cursed, leading you to meet a cold-hearted, arrogant king that shares the same face as your rapper lover.

It’s hard for Yoongi to open up. It’s hard for him to show the feelings that he’s been bottling up all those years. But maybe, just maybe, it’s time to let all of them go.

Seokjin had come to inform you that Yoongi requested your company for dinner in the dining room. He waited for you to freshen up and escorted you and Jimin there. It was like deja vu as you took your seat to wait for Yoongi.

“The great king of Joseon, Min Yoongi, will be making his entrance.” Jungkook announced. Seokjin and Jimin bowed.

“Long live the king.” They chorused. You remained seated this time, not even standing or bowing to Yoongi. Yoongi entered and stared at your still seated form, a small smile grazing his lips. You will never change and that’s what he liked about you.

“Still refusing to bow down?”

“You’ll live long enough, even without my wishes.” You scoffed. Yoongi chuckled and sat down in his spot. He waved at everyone to exit the room, leaving the two of you alone.

“How was gardening?” Yoongi asked as you poured alcohol into his cup.

“It was so fun! I learnt a lot from the gardener! We planted some seeds and some plants that were already in pots.” You rambled.

“I’m glad you enjoyed yourself.” Yoongi reached out to pat your head. The simple gesture was something he did so often now that it didn’t even seem weird to the both of you anymore.

“And I didn’t know advisor Namjoon is also an avid gardener. Apparently, he waters the garden plants every day and he even has this huge plum tree!” You continued, even using your arms to try and show how big the tree was. But of course, it was an underestimation. Yoongi watched you with amusement, taking a sip of alcohol.

“Is he now?” Yoongi asked. Of course, he knew that Namjoon liked plants and did all that but he thought he would entertain you a little.

“Yeah. Jimin says the plums are sweet when harvested and the plum wine that is made from them is really good. I hope to try it sometime.” You nodded with a hopeful smile.

“I can get it for you now.”

“There’s no need-”

“Namjoon!” Yoongi shouted. As if they were listening in on the conversation, Namjoon immediately opened the door with a bow.

“(y/n) here heard about the plum wine we make from the harvest of plums from your tree. She would like to try some. Fill a bottle for her to have now.” Yoongi said. Namjoon nodded and promptly exited the room.

“I didn’t mean I needed to try it now, Yoongi. Geez.” You scoffed. Yoongi ignored your comment and continued eating. Namjoon returned with a small ceramic decanter. He bowed and knelt by the side of the table to fill the small cups with the plum wine.

“Have some.” You said to Namjoon. Namjoon turned to Yoongi, who nodded his head in approval.

“Thank you.” Namjoon bowed his head as you took the decanter to pour some into a new cup for him. The 3 of you clinked cups before taking a drink. It was sweet and fruity.

“It’s so good!” You complimented. Namjoon couldn’t help but smile.

“I’m happy you like it.” He laughed. When he was done, he bowed his head and exited the room.

“What about you? Did you have a good... meeting?” You asked Yoongi slowly. Yoongi raised an eyebrow at you trying to start small talk with him but he shrugged, being vague with his answer.

“Whether it was good or bad, I hope you feel happy or relieved that it’s at least over.” You smiled. Yoongi stopped and stared at you.

“What?”

“Nothing. Just thinking about something else.” He shook his head and continued eating. You blinked but shrugged and ate as well. Yoongi picked out the bigger pieces of boneless braised meat and placed it onto your plate, surprising you. You looked at the piece of meat as if it was a foreign substance and looked up at him.

“You seem to always struggle to remove the bones. And you give the boneless meat to the other me. I’ll do the same for you.” He excused. You couldn’t help but laugh as Yoongi acknowledged the ‘other him’.

“So you acknowledge that there’s another you somewhere out there?”

“I never said I didn’t. You just don’t tell me much about him, how different or similar he is from me.” He said.

“What do you want to know?” You asked. Obviously, both Yoongis were rather different but as you got to know the Yoongi in front of you, you do seem to find similarities every now and then.

“What can you tell me about him?”

“Hmm... I mean, you look exactly the same, you already know that. You’re both deathly pale and bear resemblance to cats. You both love tangerines and you’re both night people instead of day people. Not that big a fan of sweets...” You listed out.

“I fail to see how I look like a cat.” Yoongi blinked. It took a long while for your Yoongi to come to terms with the whole ‘lil meow meow’ thing too.

“Trust me. It’s there. Oh and you both squint like this when you’re focusing on something.” You giggled, mimicking him.

“You’re finding too much amusement in this.”

“I don’t think I know you well enough to tell the differences. But my Yoongi... When you first meet him, he just seems cold, guarded and introverted. Yes, he is introverted. But he’s not cold at all.” You said, swallowing your food.

“He’s guarded because he had been wounded before by the rest of the world. And even when we got together, I realised that he just isn’t one to really show his feelings, or at least verbally. He shows his love and care through his actions. That’s what I liked about him. He was very comfortable to be around and he made me lower my guard too.” You smiled.

“He sounds like a perfect human.”

“He’s not, he’s far from it. I am the same. We’ve both come to realise it. Sure, we’ve had our fights and arguments but at the end of the day, we work it out. It takes two hands to clap, right?” You looked up at Yoongi.

“You miss him.” Yoongi stated.

“Of course. Even before we were together, he was my safety blanket for years.” You said sadly, looking at your food.

“When I’m sad, he makes me laugh or he cries with me. He worries for me, even when he should be worrying about himself.” Tears blurred your vision. Suddenly, you felt someone pull your head to a chest.

Yoongi didn’t know what to say. Just like your Yoongi, he wasn’t good with words, he only knew how to show he cared with his actions.

“Sorry, I digressed.” You said.

“It’s okay.” Yoongi whispered, stroking the back of your head. He used the end of his sleeve to wipe your tears. Sitting back down, the two of you continued talking as you finished the food. You wanted to ask about Mirae but you knew it was a sensitive topic for Yoongi so you didn’t bring it up.

“Later, can we walk in the garden?” You asked.

“That excited about the garden?” Yoongi teased. You flushed, clearing your throat sheepishly.

“Of course, we can. I can’t wait to see your hard work.” Yoongi finished. That made you feel even more embarrassed. It was like a child pestering her parent to see her artwork.

“I heard the garden was your mother’s?” You gulped. Yoongi seemed to falter for a few seconds before straightening up.

“It’s not hers but she did enjoy maintaining it. She worked very closely with the royal gardener to constantly upgrade it to be better. Kind of like what you did today.” Yoongi explained. You nodded your head slowly.

“Keeping it alive and maintained now is the best I can do for her, even after her death. She would not be pleased with me letting all her hard work go to waste. I’m not really good with plants but I’m glad Namjoon and the gardener take care of it. And now you help maintain it too. My mother would have greatly appreciated that.” Yoongi said.

“She sounds like an amazing woman.”

“Hmm.” Yoongi hummed. You mentally scolded yourself, of all topics, why did you have to mention Yoongi’s mother?

“I felt like I lost the opportunity to get to know her better. My father never let her care for me as a normal mother should. He wanted her to care for him only and that was her flaw, constantly kowtowing to him.” Yoongi continued.

“I don’t think it’s a flaw.” You said.

“It’s not a flaw to give up all free will and follow a man, who’s not even loyal to you, like a dog? That you neglect your kid?” Yoongi raised an eyebrow.

“That’s what you saw, Yoongi. I’m not saying you’re wrong, you could be right but was that how she really felt? Did you ever know her true intentions behind her actions? Maybe she never meant for you to feel neglected. I’m sure you had moments with her where she showered you with love.” You said.

“Yes, I had my moments with her. But they were always short lived because my father ruined it. Every time I tried to tell myself she actually loves me, she proves me wrong.” Yoongi’s fists shook.

“What if she was protecting you?” You asked.

CLANG!

Yoongi stood up with such force that the low table of bowls and cutlery flipped over, spilling food remnants all over the floor. You stared at the mess in shock, looking up at Yoongi. He breathed heavily, standing over you.

“Leave.” He warned.

“I’m sorry, Yoongi. I shouldn’t have-”

“I don’t want your apologies. I said leave.” His eyes flashed anger as he shook. You immediately scrambled to your feet and pulled the door open.

“(y/n) nim!” Jimin rushed to you. They had all heard the loud clash but were too afraid of entering the room. You stared at Jimin, lips pressed into a firm line. Turning away from him, you ran to your room.

“(y/n) nim!” Jimin ran after you, leaving Hoseok, Seokjin, Jungkook and Namjoon. Usually, you would have fought back or argued with him but seeing the resentment and anger in Yoongi’s eyes, you knew he was warning you to leave before his temper took over so you decided to make a break for it. You were actually afraid he would hurt you.

“J-Jeonha-” The 4 that remained bowed but all they felt was the silk of their king’s robes brushing against them as he exited the dining room.

“(y/n) nim.” Jimin stood outside your door, knocking softly. He could hear the soft echoes of your sobs. It was like everything was back to the way it was on day 1 when you arrived.

“I-I just n-need to catch m-my b-breath.” You tried to sound okay to Jimin, who didn’t believe you one bit.

“Can I come in?” He asked softly.

“I’d r-rather you n-not.” You croaked from your dark corner in the room. Jimin sighed. He didn’t want to leave your side, he wanted to make sure that you weren’t hurt, he wanted to comfort you and stop your cries. However, he knew that he shouldn’t force you too.

“Please.” He tried for the last time.

“Come.” Your voice was soft but he heard it. Slowly the door creaked open and Jimin came in to see your huddled figure. Immediately, he went to help you up and led you to the bed to lie down.

“I’m sorry I couldn’t be there for you.” Jimin whispered. You shook your head, you didn’t want him to feel guilty.

“It’s not your fault. It’s all mine. I shouldn’t have pushed him.” You said.

“What happened?”

“I brought up his mother. And it just escalated too fast.” You explained, regret written all over your face. Jimin softened as your eyes casted down with guilt. He took a clean handkerchief from the cupboard and gently wipe your face of its tears. He didn’t interrupt you and instead continued to listen as you explained what happened in the room.

“Jeonha’s relationship with his mother was always a touchy subject for him. But you didn’t know that.” Jimin spoke.

“But I knew he was getting angry and uncomfortable. And yet, I continued to question him and doubt his feelings, the feelings he had been bottling up since he was a child.” You said.

“That’s one of the reasons he resents Taehyung gun.” Jimin explained.

“What do you mean?”

“You know how Taehyung gun’s mother is. She was bubbly, kind and loving to Taehyung. She didn’t care that he wasn’t crown prince, he was just her son to her. Jeonha hated seeing them together.” Jimin started.

“Jeonha wasn’t wrong in a sense... They did share their moments, like I said, they would be in the garden together. But all it took was for the king to call her and she would just leave jeonha there to stay with him. To jeonha, who was just a child, that was betrayal. Countless times.” Jimin explained.

“And all I did was doubt him.”

“Not true. You were right too. Jeonha didn’t see the fear in his mother’s eyes. She did try to speak up but what good comes out of defying the king. The king who can hurt your child, the crown prince.” Jimin smiled sadly.

“How do you know all this Jimin? Aren’t you about the same age as Yoongi?” You tilted your head.

“My mother worked as one of the queen consort’s servants before me. She saw everything and comforted the queen consort when she was upset.”

“So Yoongi’s mother was trying to protect Yoongi...”

“Yes. The king was very obsessed with the queen consort. He didn’t want to let anyone else her, even his own child. Yes, he had a harem of concubines but he always kept her by his side and never wanted her away for too long. She was someone special to him and he wanted her to only look at him. He was willing to hurt anyone who took her away, jeonha included.” Jimin said.

“Jeonha grew up hating his mother. But a part of him still held to the few memories he had of her. The garden, for example. His mother is also the reason jeonha doesn’t believe in love.” He continued.

“That’s horrible. He must have felt so much hurt and felt all alone.” You hung your head down.

“But I think you staying by his side has changed him.” Jimin lifted your head up with his finger. You stared at him in confusion. He giggled and just wiped your remaining tears.

“Let’s get you washed up.” He helped you stand up and led you to the bathroom. You brushed your teeth and he combed your hair, helping you change out of your hanbok and into sleepwear.

“Wait, Jimin. What did you mean by-”

“Get some rest, (y/n) nim. I’ll see you when the sun rises.” He smiled softly after tucking you into bed.

“Goodnight, Jimin.” You yawned. Jimin exited your room. He stared at your door for a few seconds before he finally was able to turn and walk away.

Yoongi stood in his garden, his anger was slowly starting to dissipate. He scoffed, this dinner was supposed to be relaxing and a chance for him to get to know more about where you come from, ending with the both of you taking a walk in the garden with you showing him your new plants and flowers proudly.

But you just had to bring his mother up.

“You always ruin everything.” He said to no one in particular. Well, he was referencing his mother, who wasn’t even alive anymore.

“Why does it always have to end up this way?” Yoongi was now asking himself. He clenched his fists as the resentment for his mother bubbled within him.

However, what caused his anger to fade was that he couldn’t ignore the memory of your eyes and how much fear was in them. As if you were actually afraid that he was going to hurt you.

“I’m sorry, Yoongi. I shouldn’t have-”

You actually apologised to him. He had expected you to argue back or stand against him but all you did was back away with fear and leave as you are told. What was happening to him? There was a dull ache in his chest that was never there before. When you spoke of your Yoongi, why did a new determination to prove that he was the better Yoongi appear?

Yoongi sighed for the nth time. He lifted his head and stared at your window, which was now closed. Were you asleep? Or were you crying?

“I swear.” Yoongi cursed himself. He subconsciously started walking and now found himself standing before your door. Gently, he knocked but there was no reply. He quietly opened the door to see you asleep.

“Yoongi...” You called in your sleep.

“I’m here.” Yoongi whispered. He honestly didn’t know if you were calling him or the other Yoongi but he was going to assume it was him you were calling out to in your sleep.

“Just let me...” He didn’t know what came over him but soon, Yoongi was in your bed, holding you close to him.

“What?” Your eyes shot open in shock, ready to kick the intruder in your bed. But looking down, you saw the locks of blonde. His face pressed into your abdomen as he held you tightly. You felt his tears wetting your night robe and the skin beneath.

“She told me she loved me. But she never came back.”

“I’m sorry, Yoongi.” You said softly, running your fingers through his locks. Even though Yoongi was slowly letting his guard down around you, this was the first time he let all his walls down.

“I’ll never hurt you.” Yoongi looked up at you, moving up so your eyes met at the same level.

“I’ll never hurt you. I promise.” He repeated, cupping your cheek.

“Please don’t be afraid of me. Please.” He cried. You still didn’t respond but you did wipe his tears, drawing his head to your chest as you comforted him. Now you really saw it. You saw Yoongi as a child that was hurt by the world and just wanted someone to be there for him and tell him that he is loved.

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devilberries · 3 years

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~Tears of Themis~

Marius royalty au

Part ii coming out soon with Marius x femMC

Pressure.

Marius Von Hagen knew pressure very well. In fact, he was acquainted with pressure since he was born. Pressure had been holding his hand since he learned how to walk, and it’s always stuck by his side.

Pressure weighed on his back when he became prince. Pressure weighed on his back when he sat with the neighboring royal children. Pressure weighed on his back when his brother ran away. Pressure weighed on his back when he became the crown prince. Pressure weighed on his back when his parents both grew old and ill.

Pressure weighed on his back when he became king.

And here he sat on the throne. It felt uncomfortable, like he didn’t belong there. The elbow rests of the golden chair were cold, unwelcoming. The seat itself was big. He felt like a small child, sitting there.

It reminded him that he was only king in name. At least, that was what people kept saying. He almost believed them. He really should. After all, how could he rule a kingdom he was never meant to rule?

Was this why his brother left? Were the responsibilities too much? Was this why he ran away, leaving all the heavy burdens behind for his pitiful younger brother?

Marius slumped in his seat defeatedly. It wasn’t like he could ask his parents for help when they were both ill in their beds.

But now that there was a change in power, advisors, military commanders, and neighboring kingdoms were watching for a chance to swoop in and eat up Marius. They were waiting for him to slip and fall, using it to their advantage. They would try and try to manipulate Marius, the ignorant younger prince who only knew how to draw.

He heard the whispers in the long halls. He knew of the names they conjured up for him. He could feel the contempt through their fake smiles.

“Your Royal Majesty,” one of the advisors coughed. Marius snapped out of his daze and looked at him. The advisor furrowed his eyebrow and stated, “As the king of this nation, it would be wise not to mindlessly daydream in the middle of a meeting.”

Marius could hear another counselor scoff under his breath, “King? He’s no king. Just a foolish child wearing a crown.”

He raised eyes at the two men calmly.

“Tell me, old man, who is my father?”

The counselor stared back at him with caution as he answered, “His Royal Majesty King Austin von Hagen.”

Marius smirked when he heard his voice quiver. “Alright, and what is my brother’s title?”

Whispers rush between the men along the long table. It was an unspoken rule not to speak of the original crown prince. They could feel the tension suffocate them.

“H-His Royal Highness… Prince G-Giann von Hagen.”

“Good!” Marius smiled, praising the old man, who sat there, sweating buckets of water. “Now,” he stared straight into his eyes, “what is my title?”

“Y-Your Royal Majesty… King Marius von Hagen II.”

“Ah, ah, ah,” Marius waved his finger at the counselor. “That’s not what you said a few seconds ago. Tell me, oh, wise counselor.” He walked behind the old man, towering above him. He placed his hands on his shoulders and asked, “What did you call me?”

The silence was loud. Everyone could only look down, ignoring the counselor. Marius could feel the man shake beneath his touch.

He knew this wasn’t the life he was meant for. He knew that he was better off painting somewhere far away from the throne. Marius knew he was an incompetent king.

But a king nonetheless.

When the man said nothing, Marius whispered, just loud enough for everyone to hear, “That’s treason, you know? What should we do with you, hmm? We could,” he traced his finger on the shaking counselor’s neck, “slit your throat. Hang you. Maybe both. Or wait,” he snaked his arm around the man’s shoulder and harshly grabbed the man’s cheeks with one hand.

“We could cut that tongue of yours out.”

As if that triggered something in him, the man began to sputter out words, begging for mercy. He’d be on his knees if he could, but he didn’t dare shove Marius away. The young king cringed when he felt the man’s snot and tears drip down on his hand. Hastily, he pulled away and called for the guards.

As they forced the counselor away, he screamed and cried, but they all fell on deaf ears. Marius turned to the others who sat there with pale faces.

“I think it’d be best to end the meeting here today. Good day, everyone.” He turned to leave, and everyone let out a sigh of relief, until he turned around. They all flinched and attempted to compose themselves. “Ah, by the way,” he eyed each one of them carefully. “I wasn’t joking when I said that was treason. If I hear a single one of you utter a word about my father, brother, or me, I will cut your tongues out, and let it be known that your families won’t be spared.”

He swiftly exited the room and headed to his parents room.

Pressure trailed behind him, so he walked faster. It was a hopeless attempt, as it caught up to him in no time. He paused his movement and clutched his chest, taking in heavy breaths. The shame and embarrassment clouds his vision, while fear blocked his hearing. He was simply alone, facing his fellow friend pressure once more.

He could tell it was mocking him. He could hear its laughs as it pointed at him, calling his crown unbefitting of him, a faux king. He could feel the judgement of its eyes as it stared at him, his glimmering jewels and badges and oversized cape.

Even with all the riches and gold covering him, he felt so naked.

When he felt its hand on its shoulder, he turned and yelled at it, hoping the nightmare would end.

“Get away from me!”

There he was, Vyn, his Royal Tutor, hand in the air as it was shoved away by Marius, and wearing a surprised expression on his face.

He quickly erased whatever trace of shock he had on his face and inquired the boy, “Should we skip todays lessons, Your Royal Majesty?”

Marius blinked back at him, not comprehending what he had just said.

What just happened? Did he shove Vyn?

Vyn saw his visible panic and gently placed his hand on his shoulder. The poor boy looked at him with fear.

“Your Royal Majesty-“

“Don’t call me that,” he whispered with closed eyes. “That’s not me. I’m not…”

“Oh, but you are,” Vyn said. “Let’s talk somewhere more private, shall we?”

No words came out of Marius, so the Tutor pulled the depressed king along with him into a private guest bedroom. He softly pushed Marius to sit on the bed, while he himself sat on the chair, watching the boy.

“How do you feel?”

Marius stared at the ground emptily. “Can I answer you honestly, Vyn?”

“Of course. You can tell me anything… Marius,” he added that at the end carefully. The boy let out a relieved sigh once he heard Vyn drop the honorifics.

“You really don’t have to call me all those things in public either, Vyn.”

He smiled, “That would be rude and almost treasonous. Didn’t I teach you that?”

“Argh,” Marius bent over, covering his face. “Don’t even mention the word treason near me again.”

“Why? What’s wrong with that?”

Marius looked up, and Vyn chuckled at his distressed expression. “I may have gotten mad at someone for talking shit about me, so I sent him to the chambers and threatened to cut his tongue off…”

Vyn raised an eyebrow, “Was it someone from the Council?”

“Yeah, it was,” Marius sighed.

“Well, it was very irrational to say, at the least, but at least you took the initiative to use your power. That’s the first step of being a ruler.”

“But I don’t want to be a ruler, Vyn. You know that. This,” he got up and spread his arms out, pointing to himself, “none of this stuff feels right. Being King doesn’t feel right. I don’t feel right. Everything is just so…” He trailed off, rubbing his eyes hard to stop the tears.

Vyn sat there patiently. He watched as the boy just a bit younger than him fall apart. He knew it would happen one day. No, in fact, he hoped it would happen. Perhaps this was Marius’s way to free himself from this mess of a kingdom he was born it.

The Tutor was smart. He was intelligent enough to be a military strategist, maybe even be King, but he was unlucky. He was born with commoner blood, yet maybe he was grateful to have been a mere peasant, a mere servant to serve a spoiled prince because he realized being born with royal blood didn’t mean you were lucky; you were just crushed even more by the endless expectations of thousands of people who entrust their lives to you.

He knew what Marius was going to

Everything was just so suffocating.

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It took a while for Marius to stop crying. Vyn chuckled to himself thinking about it. How old was he? Twenty-one, right? Twenty-one and still weeping like he was five.

“Marius.” The boy who was sitting down on the bed, hugging a soft white pillow, looked up with puffy eyes. They decided it was best to stay until his eyes were a bit better in case word spreads that the King is a big baby. “If the pressure makes you too anxious, how about visiting the Themis Temple?”

“Temple? But I’m not religious,” Marius sniffed.

“I know that, but it might calm you a bit. Visiting the temple may bring peace and tranquil for your mind. Plus, I heard the priests and priestesses there are very kind and welcoming to all, despite social and economical differences.”

The boy raised his eyebrow when he heard the words “welcoming to all, despite social and economical differences.”

Was there really such a place that would overlook such things?

“Plus, I hear that they have this intriguing… we’ll call it ‘tradition.’”

“What do you mean by that?” Marius questioned.

“Well, you see, they believe that all the Head Priestesses that are born inherit Themis’s blood. I hear the Head Priestess as of now has a daughter who is coming of age to become the next Head Priestess, so they’re having this event, almost like a ritual to perform on the girl.”

Marius furrowed his eyebrows. “Ritual?”

Vyn nodded, “Yes, a ritual. I’ve only heard rumors, since the last one was forty years ago, but, apparently, the girl gets hot water poured all over her. It’s suppose to symbolize inheriting the burdens of the last Head Priestess and to make her feel the injustice of this world weigh down on her.”

Marius frowned. That sounded more like torture. He felt pity for the girl. She seemed similar to Marius, born with responsibility and pressure, with a role she never asked for.

“How about you go with me right now? We can use our study time to see whether or not you’ll like it. Plus, I believe it’s an opportunity of a lifetime.”

“But won’t people recognize me?” He inquired.

“The question you should be asking is not that, but if you ‘want’ people to recognize you.”

“Of course, I wouldn’t want people to know,” he grumbled.

“Then we shall dress as normal aristocrats. Come now, I have plenty of clothes that will suit you. You’ll have to make due with a commoner’s clothes, Your-“

“Don’t even think about addressing me like that,” he sneers. “And I don’t mind about wearing commoner stuff. I don’t care for this social hierarchy at all.”

Vyn whistles, “How cute, coming from a person of privilege.”

“You know that’s not what I mean!”

“Right, right, of course. I’ll just have to trust your word then. Now, shall we get dressed?”

The two exit the guest bedroom and head to Vyn’s, which was a couple doors down the hall. They walked side by side. Though the servants and maids whispered among themselves, Marius was occupied with his thoughts.

He couldn’t get his mind off of the girl. Perhaps it was infatuation, or genuine curiosity. He created an illusion in his mind.

In his fantasies, he would speak with the girl. He would ask if she felt proud to be part of this bloodline of Goddess’s, or if she felt as if such a position did not suit someone like her. In his mind, she would hesitantly tell him her true thoughts, that she didn’t want to burn under the wrath of the burning water. He would say he felt the same, that he had always been crushed by the constant expectations of the people. He would hold her hand and promise that he would save her, that the two of them could run away together, and she would agree. And together they would-

“The advisors weren’t wrong about you and your constant daydreaming,” Vyn chuckled as he flicked his forehead. Marius flinched, groaning out loud as he slapped his hand above his eyes. The Tutor turned the knob and held the door open. “Hurry now; we wouldn’t want to miss the performance, would we?”

Marius huffed and stepped in, shoving the Tutor along his way. Inside, Artem sat at Vyn’s desk, reading a few documents. His shirt was slightly unbuttoned, and his face wore a tired expression with the visible frown and disheveled hair.

It would be best not to piss off the Royal Justice.

“Artem,” Vyn called out. The grumpy man turned away from his papers and nodded at Vyn. When he noticed Marius, he heaved himself up to properly greet his king, but Marius quickly stopped him.

“Hey, sit down. I don’t need to hear any more honorifics than I should, and I would really hate hearing them from you.”

Artem sighed as he sat back down, pinching his nose bridge. “Sorry, I’m just completely exhausted right now. Work has been so swamped lately.”

Marius softened his eyes. “Is there anyway I can help you?”

The Royal Justice shook his head, “No. If you assisted me, word would spread that I am incompetent. There’s already enough rumors spreading around the castle.”

He had already known how brutally honest Artem was. Still, he could never get used to it. It ticked him off how Artem brushed him off like that; it felt insulting.

Before Marius could say any retort, Vyn placed a hand on his shoulder. “Artem, how about we all take a break?”

#tears of themis #Themis #marius von hagen #marius x reader #Themis royalty au #royalty au #royalty #angst #Themis angst #tears of Themis angst #marius angst #too many husbands help-#tot #marius x mc

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airiustide · 3 years

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If I Could (I’d Kiss Your Fingers)

A Water Witch Tale

Summary: Taking place after Katara returns to the Fire Nation to stay with her new family, Zuko wants to give her a gift as a way to show how much she means to him. With Izumi's help, father and daughter pick out the perfect chocolates for Katara. Meanwhile, Katara works on something precious of her own. Part of the The Water Witch Tales

A/N: I asked myself if I wanted to do a additional piece for The Water Witch of Biei Village or write a Valentine’s special fic? My brain: por que no los dos? I've wanted to write more about this zutara family since ending The Water Witch of Biei Village two years ago. My hearts been set on it and today was a perfect.

also posted on AO3

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“Chocolates. Chocolates. We’re going to pick chocolates!” Izumi sang, skipping around several staff entering the Fire Lord’s study carrying gold trays of serve ware covered with lids.

Zuko shoos them in, peering from left to right outside the study until the confectioner himself is the last to enter and Zuko can now close the door behind him. “Quickly, lay them there.” The Fire Lord points to the long table stationed in front of the open balcony doors. He grabs a hopping Izumi by the waist and swings her over his shoulders, eliciting a squeal. “Calm down, love. We’ll get to try them all, I promise.”

“Then we give to Mommy?” The four-year-old grins, panting from all the excitement.

“Then we give them to Mommy.” Zuko confirms, reflecting his daughter’s smile.

Zuko had been considering the perfect gift to give Katara after she had returned, after having forced the captain of the airship that was supposed to take her home to the rural lands of the Fire Nation countryside to turn around. It was a moment of joy and tears. Katara proclaimed Izumi her daughter without asking anything in return other than to care for the Fire Nation princess as her own. Any attempt at giving Katara jewels or expensive dresses were turned down. Katara’s humble rejection was sweet but was leaving Zuko a little deflected.

He wanted to impress her. The one kiss wasn’t enough and they talked little of it since then despite Katara’s return being well over a month ago. It was then that Izumi brought up how Katara had never eaten chocolates before, a discussion brought up while the waterbender did the nightly routine of brushing her daughter’s hair.

It was then the idea sparked in Zuko’s head. Chocolates. No one could possibly turn down chocolates. A simple yet desirable candy.

Once the trays are laid out, the confectioner snaps his fingers for his staff to remove the lids. Zuko lifts Izumi off his shoulders and sets her on her feet, the little girl’s bright gold eyes looking at the great display of chocolates laid before her in wonderment. “Wow.” She breathes.

“Only the best chocolates in the whole Fire Nation, your majesty. We’ve traveled all this way per your request from Ember Island. May I present my finest work.” The confectioner, Chou, bows.

Zuko and Izumi approach, stopping at the first tray sitting at the left end of the table.

“The first I’d like to present is a common treat. The bark is made from milk chocolate, quite sweet, I warn, but much lighter than the typical chocolate.” The confectioner explains.

Zuko breaks a piece for himself and Izumi to try. “Hmm.” The Fire Lord hums, finding his jaw lock from the overly sweet candy. “What do you think, princess?”

“It melts in my mouth!” Izumi exclaimed. “But too sweet.”

“Of course. This here, is a truffle.” Chou points to the second plate. “Though, today we’ll try many of these kinds of chocolates, this one’s a dark ganache blended with a touch of champagne.”

“Mmm.” Izumi sighs, popping the truffle in her mouth. “I like this one.”

“That’ll go in the yes pile then.” Zuko chuckled, nodding for one of the confectioner's staff to put the tray aside.

The young Fire Lord had to admit, the amount of it all was too much. Some portions had to be given in small doses to prevent a stomach ache. Izumi was so eager to try them all that the first six or so trays resulted in tossing handfuls into her mouth. Not so much because she wanted to eat them all, but because it was so important to her that Katara had the best.

Cordials, hazelnut, rum, caramel. It was all so delightful. It was not only a means to give a gift to share with someone they loved but the father/daughter time they had lost when Izumi had fallen ill was made up with a simple moment such as this.

There was still more to go. Zuko deemed it unnecessary to try the rest when his daughter’s face became smeared with chocolate and her eyelids began to flutter. They had already settled on three flavors, some which will be boxed prettily for the master waterbender; passion fruit, mint, and champagne.

“Good choice, your majesty.” Chou compliments. “The lady will surely be pleased.”

“Hmpf.” Zuko frowned. Chou would not be saying that if he knew that Zuko planned on gifting the chocolates to a waterbender. The Fire Lord was ashamed to admit that his people viewed waterbenders as conjurers of magic, they’re dwindling race created stereotypes and rumors far beyond what the truth actually beheld. “Do not worry, she will. Thank you for your journey to the capital. You will be highly compensated and even more in the future if Katara wishes for it.”

“Of course.” Chou bows, snapping his fingers for his staff to collect the leftovers and head out quickly.

“Someone’s sleepy.” Zuko turns to Izumi, sweeping her in his arms and cleaning the chocolate off her face with the sleeve of his royal robes. She had gained some weight since her lungs healed, no longer the tiny thin figure she once was when he had thought he was on the verge of losing her.

“Mm...not sleepy, Daddy. I want to see Mommy.” The princess looks over at the neatly boxed chocolates sitting on the long table. She couldn’t sleep yet. She had carefully selected everything for her mother, Izumi wanted to give them to her now.

“You will after a nap. Then, we will see Katara.” He coos, watching Izumi finally close her tired eyes as he holds her gently in his lap while he proceeds to sit in his cushioned pillow so that he could continue his work.

***

This is starting to feel like a distraction. When Kioko had shown up at Katara’s chambers that morning with an urgent request that required them to head to Caldera’s marketplace, the waterbender felt as though she had no choice but to oblige. She wished to see Izumi, if not for a little bit, before her and Kioko departed but the head healer demanded that they make haste.

“What, exactly, is it we’re looking for?” Katara questioned, looking around the busy streets with the older woman’s arm linked to hers.

Guards surround them on all sides, a apparent perk the master waterebender wish didn’t come with officially adopting Izumi but Zuko would have it no other way. His argument, that people were against her legal adoption of Izumi albeit Katara knew the real reason- it meant Zuko was not willing to remarry. Every unmarried noblewoman and Zuko’s advisors made that clear with a single glare directed at her alone. It did not matter that Izumi was a living, healthy heir now. No, they needed more security than that, and marrying a Lady within the Fire Nation meant ensuring this.

Kioko assured Katara that they were jealous nobodies that only dreamed of getting close to the Fire Lord if only to benefit from him.

“Zuko would give you the world.” Kioko told her once, the two ladies held up in Katara’s room with wine and light chat. “He would bow to his knees for you, if you would permit him, and proclaim everything that is his, is yours.”

That came as a surprise to Katara, yet it made sense considering that she had healed Zuko’s daughter from certain death. She ignored that small whisper in her head that Kioko’s statement meant something deeper. The waterbender brushed it aside.

“I thought we might do some shopping. I haven’t seen my poor husband in months since his travels and I want to present him a gift when he returns next week.” Kioko answered her question.

“Are you not the gift, Kioko?” Katara smirked playfully.

“Oh my heavens. That is only between me and the captain I call husband.” Kioko winked. “We had missed our anniversary this last winter and I wanted to surprise him.”

“Sounds easy. What does he like?”

“Hmm, well, I was thinking I’d fashion up a new robe or maybe purchase new cuffs for his uniform. Oh, and while we’re here, why not get something nice for his majesty” Kioko said the last sentence so fast, Katara barely caught it.

“Zuko?” Katara whirled her head. “Oh. I guess I never did anything nice for him before. He did take me out that one time, after all.” A deep blush surfaced on her cheeks and Katara bit her bottom lip from smiling. She remembers where Zuko's hands were. His sultry voice and his low breath that tickled and teased her skin when he had openly flirted with her. The way his eyes glazed over when she had danced with him.

Kioko raised an eyebrow at Katara’s sudden silence.

“Yes.” The waterbender cleared her throat after noticing the head healer was staring at her. “A gift. I see no harm in buying one for him.”

That’s what you believe. Kioko smiles, knowing full well Zuko was caught in Katara’s web and the poor girl had no idea what power she had over the Fire Lord. He loved her and she, likewise. The old woman hoped they’d realize it soon or else she would have to resort to locking them in the same room together, if it meant finally professing their feelings.

The problem was, what does a Fire Lord like that he doesn’t already have? Yeah, Katara had enough to buy a pretty solid gift for someone of her status but Zuko was head of a nation. Katara didn’t have anything to her name that would remotely impress him.

“Child, you’re thinking too hard.” Kioko interrupts her thoughts.

“Am I? I’m not exactly feeling confident here.” Katara panicked. “S-sorry I snapped like that. I don’t think anything here would be to Zuko’s liking.”

“That’s because you’re thinking of his status rather than what he is as a person. His majesty wasn’t as sheltered as you think. He’s traveled the world, he’s encountered struggle and defeat and when the tyrant, Lord Ozai, dies within the third year of Lord Zuko’s banishment and his daughter was seized for his death, Lord Zuko was called back to take his place as a mere child himself, marry, and raise a daughter on his own after his beloved’s death. He’s more humble than he lets on and we have the former general to thank for that.”

Iroh. Zuko often talked about him. “I know he’s like a father to Zuko. I didn’t mean to insult Zuko.”

“You did no such thing, dear. I wanted to remind you that his majesty is more than just a leader. He’s a man and a father first. Look to that when you go about searching for a gift for him.”

Katara halts, a large grin stretching on her lips. “I’ve got just the thing. Kioko, we need to stop at a few places.”

***

Where is she? Kioko refused to let Zuko visit Katara’s chambers, stating that the waterbender was busy and that she would meet them for dinner as soon as she was available. Izumi whined that she wanted to see Katara now and her impatience was starting to weigh on Zuko, who had to try and entertain his daughter as best he could until her mother arrived. They had taken dinner to his chambers this time, so that he and Izumi could give the present to Katara in peace.

Zuko had asked that Kioko distract Katara while he and Izumi snuck in the confectioner and his staff, he had no idea that they would be gone well into midafternoon only for Katara to run back to her room and shut herself away with so much as a greeting.

“What has Katara holed up in her room?” Zuko asked during dinner.

“You’re majesty, I’m afraid this is an important time for Master Katara. She will see you and Princess Izumi as soon as she can.”

Something’s fishy. “You aren’t withholding anything from your Fire Lord, are you, Kioko?”

“You’re majesty.” Kioko feigned shock, resting a hand on her chest. “You would not use your position of power to pry personal information regarding your dear daughter’s mother from me, would you?”

Zuko’s good eye widened, his cheeks blushing profusely. “I- No. Of course not.” He grumbles, finding his food unappetizing because the anxiousness was eating at him. Izumi, the same, poked her steamed slug with a heavy sigh. Katara hadn’t gone a day without being next to her. Had they truly grown that attached?

The three are disturbed by the sound of the door opening and the master waterbender entering the room. “Late-” She pants, her wild hair loose over her shoulders and pieces of random fabric stuck to her dress. “Didn’t mean- I’m here now.” Katara smiles while she gains her composure.

“Mommy!” Izumi cried, jumping from her seat and rushing to her mother’s arms. “What took so long? I missed you.” Her voice trembled.

Katara felt guilty. Izumi had already been through enough when Katara left, she didn’t quite think through how a long separation might affect her again. “I’ve missed you too, love, and I’m here now.”

“Come here, come here. Daddy and I have something to show you.” Izumi pulls her mother along.

“Really now?”

Zuko grips the box in his lap, licking his lips to hide his nerves as Katara sat next him, her arm brushing his arm as she places Izumi on her lap. Agni, give me strength, he prays.

“What’s that you got there.” Katara leaned into him sideways, the box shaking in his hands.

Why was he nervous all of a sudden? Zuko’s throat swelled up, his palms were sweaty.

“Me and Daddy got you a gift!” Izumi replied.

“A gift? For me? Zuko, I thought-”

“I know.” He said, finally mustering the courage to speak. “But this is different. Please accept it, Izumi and I worked really hard to select them for you.”

They both gave her pleading eyes. Spirits, how can she resist such cute faces. “Okay. Can I open it?”

Zuko hands the box to her and Izumi claps excitedly as Katara pulls the ribbon and lifts the top half of the box to reveal something she’s never seen before. “What are these?”

“Chocolates!” Izumi giggled.

“They’re edible sweets made of cocoa.”

Katara eyes the pieces curiously. Unsure of where to start. “They’re all so different.” She comments.

“Here, Mommy, you’ll like this one.” Izumi picks out a passion fruit, lifting it to Katara’s mouth.

Her eyes sparkle as she takes her first piece, her taste buds overtaken with a mix of passion fruit, chocolate and white chocolate. It’s decadent but the flavors are pleasant. “Spirits, that's delicious!”

“Hehe. See, I told you she’d like it, Daddy.”

“So this is what you two have been conspiring this whole time.” Katara teased the Fire Lord.

“We only wished to do something special.” Zuko explained sheepishly.

“Well, this was certainly special.” Katara smiles.

“Why don’t you try the other flavors.” He suggests.

“Only if you guys eat them with me. This is certainly a lot.”

Katara pops one into Izumi’s mouth first. “Your turn.” She says to Zuko.

His heart throbs in his ears. Before he could protest, Katara presses a piece of chocolate to his lips and he reluctantly opens, enclosing it in his mouth along with Katara’s index finger and his brain short circuits. As he chews the piece he can only assume is mint, refreshing much like Katara’s presence, her fingers still lingering on his lips; they’re gazes stayed only on each other.

Zuko leans in slightly, drinking in Katara’s face as she bites the corner of her lip. She likes the look he’s giving her- heavy, glazed and adorning. She wants to see more of this, more of him looking like her just like this. “Do you want more?” She asks in a whisper.

“Well, this has been lovely.” Kioko announced, catching the Fire Lord and Master Waterbender off guard, shame written on their faces. “I’ll take my leave. Enjoy the rest of your evening.”

It takes a while for the heat to die down in the room and the tension to fade before Katara tells Zuko she has something for him too. “For both you and Izumi, in fact.” She reaches for the pouch attached to her sash and opens it, fishing out two weaved bracelets with charms on them. “It’s not much but I thought of you two and I wanted to make something that would always be with you.”

“Pretty.” Izumi brightens. Katara ties the bracelet to her wrist, three little charms dangling from it; one of the moon, the second the symbol of the painted lady and the third a sparrowkeet.

Next was Zukos, which Katara delicately tied to his wrist as well. The first charm was of two dragons tangled in a dance, the second a replica of the carved stone on Katara’s necklace and the third the mask of the blue spirit.

“It was all done at last minute, so it’s not perfect-”

“It’s more than perfect.” Zuko corrects. “Thank you, Katara.” He wraps an arm around her neck and brings her to him, planting a kiss on her forehead.

“Mine is perfect too, Mommy! I want to kiss you too.”

Katara laughs, puckering her lips and letting Izumi peck them. The waterbender then snatches Izumi to her chest, displaying kisses all over the little girl's face as Zuko does the same until she begs for her parents to stop in a fit of laughter.

I love you. Zuko wants to say. The moment passes, he realizes, watching Katara rock Izumi in her arms with pure love in her eyes. He’ll tell her. Someday.

#zutara #zutara fanfiction #fanfiction #zuko x katara #zuko #katara #izumi #firelord zuko #zuko and katara as parents #zuko and katara #fanfic #the water witch of biei village #if i could(I'd kiss your fingers)

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hiatus-for-forever · 4 years

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Hitoshi Shinsou x Neko?Reader

Summary: Shinsou’s crush is tricked into eating something that turns her into a half-cat half-human

A/N: If you know where I got this idea and picture, we have to talk. So I was supposed to post this 2 days ago and I thought I did but I found it on my drafts and checked my acc and it wasn’t posted

Qurik: Not specified

Genre/Warnings: Fluff, cursing, lack of Bakugou

WC: 1,346

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It was a Wednesday when the group started scheming. The Bakusquad had been trying to help you and Shinsou get together, as pushy supportive friends do. You weren’t really part of their squad, you hung out with the casually and did so with the Dekusquad, and with everyone else. You were more of a social butterfly, spending time with anyone you felt like.

Which is why you befriended Shinsou. You lost your way one day looking for the teacher’s lounge to give papers to your advisor, Aizawa. You went to the first person seemingly heading to the same direction as you and asked them for help. He was the guy. He questioned you if you knew who he was, assuming you knew he had a brainwash quirk. You said no, you were to busy preparing for your battle to watch his and Deku’s.

You and he got close, everyone cheered him on but no one could lie that they were completely comfortable with him, and he could tell. You, on the other hand and quite a few people in Class A, were not afraid of him whatsoever.

Even so, you were the kindest person he met. You would actually go out of your way to find him to eat lunch together, you would invite him to hangouts, often you being the one he stays with a lot during those. You were also pretty. Very pretty. You had received confessions before from other guys but turned them down. You were holding out for someone, you didn’t know who, but it was fairly obvious to everyone all around.

Everyone could tell you were in love with Shinsou, except for you and him, obviously, and they made it their mission to get you two together. You didn’t know why you were in love with him, I mean, you didn’t know you were in love with him, but still. Maybe it was his kindness towards you, reflecting yours to him, or maybe it was the general way he treated you. His comfort when you’re going through a rough time, or how much he radiated safety, you loved to be around him. You also trusted him with your life, he has never used his quirk on you without permission and when he did it was always jokingly to steal your snacks. It was never a big deal.

He loved you for the same things. You were one of the first people he met who trusted them fully. You two got along really well, only having fights when t’s about each others health or grades. You two were protective of each other as well, he often got jealous of all the men confessing to you and you would scold him if he slept too late. He found it endearing because it showed how much you cared for him.

Anyway, this Wednesday your friends were plotting a scheme. There was a new product being sold in a bakery exclusive to Musutafu, it was a quirk-infused cookie that could temporarily make you part-human, part-animal. It came with a wavier that you have to sign and it would last 12 hours. There are cookies to make you part dog, cat, bunny, and even panda. It was also pretty expensive, it cost the same as a pack of cookies but instead it was only a small square cookie.

Yaoyorozu was the one who bought it as a favor to Ashido and she and Kirishima planned it and asked the group to go along with the plan. They explained that they would invite you on a hangout and you would obviously bring Shinsou with you and they would make an excuse for you to eat the cookie and you would turn into a cat.

“Wait why a cat?” Kaminari asked

“CUZ! Shinsou likes cats and we’ll force him to take care of Y/N” Ashido explained

“How do you know he likes cats?” Kaminari asked, not paying attention to anything

“Y/N talks about him all the time” Yaoyorozu sighed, “Anyway, this should be enough for a cookie” she said, handing them bills from her wallet

They all thanked her with a promise of telling her how it goes before leaving and perfecting their plan.

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Saturday eventually rolled around, you got Shinsou to join you and the group and you all were on a train to wherever the next stop is. You sat next to Shinsou, him not as familiar with this group of people as he is with Midoriya’s. He looked over your shoulder as you scrolled through Twitter, looking at the shit that was on your feed. You both snickered whenever you saw something funny, only fueling the determination your group had to set you two up.

The train stopped moving at one point and both of you had gotten up. You held his wrist, not to letting him stray away as he did once before, and guided him to the exit. You all left the train station and went to the closest cluster of food stalls and vendors, hoping to find food and stuff to look at or even waste money on.

You and Shinsou walked together ahead due to your constant pulling. You went to every stall, guided by the smell, and looked at other cute stuff to buy, dragging Shinsou along with you. The group behind you went to enact the scheme, knowing how Shinsou’s eyes were glued to you as you moved about, cheerful and full of energy contradicting the tired demeanor you held toward the end of the weekdays. He looked at you with so much adoration his eyes could turn into hearts.

When you had the idea to go look for a restaurant to have lunch in, you had lead the group to a space with less people, stopping at the front of a sushi place. Ashido had pulled the cookie wrapped in plastic out of her bag, before jogging lightly to catch up to you.

“Hey Y/N, I saw this as a free sample and I thought you missed it, do you want it?” she asked

She knew you loved getting free samples, because of course you do. You thanked her and unwrapped the cute cookie. It was a small square with a cute cat design on it. You immediately stuffed it in your mouth, wondering why the group was just standing around. The cookie tasted strange, it was sweet like a normal sugar cookie with the royal frosting on top but there was an underlying bitter and somewhat fishy taste.

Before you could ask you felt something weird, you felt your ears shift and you’re hearing had sharpened, your vision had changed too, it was weird. Some shadows had become lighter, as if they weren’t there, and reds looked more like greens as purples had dulled to blues. An unknown weight was felt in your lower back as you felt something on your body. Nothing was on your legs or arms so you didn’t know where your new limb was.

You were gonna ask what the hell they gave you before your hands started to tingle. Your wide eyes went to your hands, they had fur all over and contorted to be smaller and... cuter. They were paws. Oh shit. Finally you felt the same tingling sensation on each side above your lips, knowing that these were probably whiskers.

“THE FUCK” you exclaimed

Your group was all excited though, “Woah, it worked!” and “I haven’t seen that” was tossed around

Your eyes went to Shinsou’s, who was also as shocked as you were, “Did you know about this?”

“No, what the hell happened to you?”

“She turned into a cat!” Ashido said excitedly

“The fuck did you give me?” you said in a normal volume not liking the loud sound

“It was a cookie that made you into a cat-person! It lasts 12 hours!” Sero explained

“12 hours? I’m screwed” you said

“Oh yeah and you should start acting like a cat soon too” Kaminari added

You exhaled exasperatedly and looked at them with tired but mad eyes, “Ugh let’s just eat our lunch before any of that happens”

You walked inside and got a booth next to the window, you sat next to Shinsou a little closer than needed with a gap that separated you and Kaminari. Shinsou sat next to the window, the quietest option available, with Ashido in front of him, Sero, Kirishima and Bakugou next to her in that order.

Your sense of smell had actually gotten stronger and you could sniff out the scent of Shinsou’s cologne, which is probably why you sat so close to him. He didn’t complain though, he was enjoying the lack of space between you two, deciding to not let the opportunity slide, he just let it happen. He loved being this close to you anyway, he liked seeing the twitch of your nose and the small smile that played on your lips.

The moment was cut short by the waiter coming to take your order, Shinsou was too busy staring at you and you were too busy sniffing him (not in a weird way), so you had just fumbled and ordered the first item you saw on the menu. It was salmon sashimi, nothing you hadn’t tasted before so you wouldn’t have to worry about not liking it. Shinsou ordered the same thing, slightly panicked and unprepared.

You had turned to Shinsou, talking about the stupid things these guys do including turning you into a neko. He had, in turn, complimented the soft paws, admitting they were cure and pressing lightly on the soft pads that had triggered the claws and caused them to pop up. You did admit it was kinda cool, you could hear better and your senses were hightened. In exchange the color’s were a little weird and your pants had to be pushed down to let the tail out.

The light chatter continued until the food came and only then did you realize the problem. You tried to pick up your chopsticks but it took both of your paws to keep them from falling, and even so, you couldn’t manipulate it to pick up food. Everyone had noticed but no one wanted to help you, “Hey can someone help?” you asked, annoyed

Everyone just looked down at their food and at each other, making it known that they were ignoring you. You huffed, trying again to pick up the pair of chopsticks, but before one could fall from your paws Shinsou had gotten them from you, using their to bring a piece of salmon to you lips. You muttered a ‘thank you’ as someone finally decided to help and let him feed you, taking the piece into your mouth.

He placed your chopsticks down using his own to eat his food. It wasn’t until you had asked him to feed you again did he comply, putting a piece to your mouth, not noticing how Ashido had snapped a picture of you.

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You and your group were back on the train, it was almost empty except for the seven of you. The time spent on the outing had been cut short due to your angered demand to go back to the dorms. You sat next to Shinsou, the rest of the group across from you because you were mad at them. You had latched onto his arm all day out of instinct and you enjoyed it, tail going side to side, despite being infuriated with you other friends.

He kept touching your whiskers curiously, coming back to tickle them even as you swatted his hands away. Your nose twitched in annoyance as his fingertips came in contact with the sensitive whiskers again, you sighed, “Stop” you whined.

“I thought you liked that,” he said, confused, “I’m tryng to cheer you up ‘cuz you’ve been grumpy”

“It tickles then it becomes itchy,” you explained, leaning your head on him and rubbing against it, both a comforting feeling and a slightly possessive one, as you felt the need to mark him with your scent

“Hmm,” he put a finger on hid chin, thinking of how to turn your upset mood around, “lie down”

You didn’t know why he would ask this off you, but still you complied. You lay your head on his lap, hyper aware of your friends’ eyes on you but paying no mind to it nonetheless. Shinsou held an obnoxiously long hoodie string over your head, you squinting for a second before getting the urge to disturb its still state.

You hit it with your paw making it swing. The momentum was too steady and slow for you so you hit it again, and again, and again, not letting it return to its resting form. Shinsou eyes you, pupils like thin slits as you glared at the string, toying with it adorably. The others watched bemusedly at your battle with the long hoodie string and this time, you couldn’t notice them at all.

It wasn’t until you heard Shinsou’s chuckle did your attention turn away from the dangling target. You looked at him, bewildered at your own actions. You then realized you were acting like a cat, your attitude and urges similar to theirs. You sat back up, glaring at the floor, “Damn, I am a cat now.” You looked back at your friends “How long did you say this lasts?”

“Twelve hours” Shinsou replied from beside you.

You groaned, “Is there something else I can eat to reverse this?”

Ashido looked slightly guilty, she thought you would enjoy this more and to think she made you upset made her upset. “Why do you hate t anyway? It’s not thta bad. It’s actually pretty cute” she chirped, “other than the fact you’re more territorial now”

“Am not!” you snapped

“Yes you are! You won’t let anyone get near Shinsou!” Kaminari objected

“That is not true!” you said back

Ashido sauntered over to you and Shinsou “If it’s not then you wouldn’t mind if I claim this, would you” she tilted Shinsou’s head up and leaned in close

“What are you doing?” Shinsou whispered, a scowl on his face

You looked at them, mortified. Ashido noticed the change in your expression and her eyes widened. With her reflexes, she instantly moved back to doge your claws, barely, as you were able to slice of a few strands of hair. Your growling had effectively made her back off as you straddled Shinsou’s lap, closing your eyes with a slight frown and crashed your lips onto his.

Ignoring his yelp as you pulled him closer, kissing him harder. He eventually wrapped his arms around you as you grinned at your new claim. Once you pulled away you buried your face in the crook of his neck, rubbing your scent glands around his, making a silent promise, ‘You’re mine’

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Web of Destinies: Chapter 6

~*Chapter 6*~

Cass closed the door behind her as she pushed Varian into the room. She quickly turned back around and locked the door. They didn’t want anyone coming in and hearing this. She turned back to the boy as he paced in the center of the room, his hands on his head.

“Ohmygod,ohmygod,ohmygod,” he muttered to himself as he continued to pace.

Cass frowned as she watched him quietly. She didn’t realize that the Changeling could affect him this much.

“Varian-”

“Cass!”

The boy whipped around towards her.

“It...It had blue skin! It’s eyes were huge too! Oh and it’s pointy teeth! Cass, it smiled at me! Smiled with it’s creepy pointy yellow teeth!”

“Varian, calm down,” She told him.

She reached up and grabbed his shoulders.

“How...How can I calm down!? Flynn is gone and was replaced by this...Creepy horrible monster!”

Cass frowned as she listened to him. “Okay first, let’s sit down.”

She grabbed his arm and led him over to her bed. She pushed him down gently before sitting down next to him. “Take deep breaths. Once, you’ve calmed down we can discuss our next steps.”

“Right, right...Breath…”

Varian put his hands on his legs. He took in deep breaths as he tried to calm himself down. Cass gently placed a hand on his back. She made small moving circles on his back as he continued to deep breaths.

“Okay…,” He told her after a few minutes. He looked up at her.

“What’s our next move?”

Cass gave him a reassuring smile before standing up.

“First, we’re going to catch this Changeling and interrogate him.”

“Well...That might be hard to do because of my outburst at the party…,” Varian replied as he rubbed the back of his head nervously.

“If I can convince Raps to let me babysit him while she does her Queen duties, we will be able to get him alone.”

She stopped and turned back to him. “Do you still have the potion?”

“Yup! Right here!

“Okay good. I’m going to have to use it tomorrow when we interrogate this thing.”

Varian nodded as he put the potion back into his bag.

“What do you want me to do while you convince Rapunzel?”

“We’ll need something to trap him. There’s no way we can hold him down long enough for us to interrogate him.”

Varian nodded once more as he listened. “I’ll go back to Xavier’s and see if I can find something that can help us.”

“Good idea.”

Varian leaned forward slightly as he watched Cassandra walk over to the window. Cassandra stared up at the full moon, the stars sparkling right beside it. Ever since she took the Moonstone, three years ago she hated the moon. She despised it, and blamed it for her recklessness. But as she traveled, she grew to be fond of the large rock. Like the sun, it was lonely up in the sky. It shone brightly at night with no one beside it. She grew to love the stars as well. They shone just as brightly as the moon and sun. At night, the moon had it’s friends to depend on and shine with. She was the moon, and her friends and family were the stars that shone beside her.

“...Hey you should...Probably get back to the party.”

She snapped out of her thoughts as Varian stood behind him.

“What?”

She turned back to him with a surprised look on her face.

“Well, Rapunzel wouldn’t be happy with you if you missed out on your party. She worked really hard for it you know.”

Cass frowned as she saw Varian rub his arm once more.

“...I can’t just leave you here, Varian. Never again.”

His head snapped up as he listened to her. A bright smile spread across his face but he shook his head.

“Thank you Cass, but I’ll be alright! We have a mission to do after all!”

She smiled at him as he stood in front of her confidently. He was not the young alchemist that leaned on her for help anymore. He could stand on his own now.

“Alright. I’ll trust you.”

She walked to the door and opened it. She was about to leave before turning back to him.

“I’ll bring you back some cake. ...If there’s any left.”

Varian laughed as he thought about Lance or Eugene eating the whole cake.

“I’m looking forward to it.”

Cass shot one last smile before disappearing into the corridor. Varian watched her leave before sighing, dropping his arms.

“Alright Varian...Let’s go see Xavier...Again.”

He walked towards the door.

‘Xavier probably knows something is up,’ He thought as he walked down the long hallways. ‘Since we asked about Changelings, and then my outburst earlier…’ His frown deepened as he stared at the ground in front of him. ‘I’ll have to convince him not to tell Rapunzel and Eugene. Though that may be hard since he tells everyone every-’

Varian yelped as he bumped into someone. He fell to the ground with a thump, his bag and its content following out. The flask that contained the Perception potion rolled into the person’s feet.

“Oh my gosh I’m so sorry! I-I was thinking about my next invention when I should have been paying attention!” Varian rambled as he quickly picked up his things. He shoved them into his bag before looking around.

‘Wait...Where’s the potion!?’

His head snapped up when he saw the person pick up the flask.

“It is quite alright, Varian.”

Varian sucked in a breath when he recognized the voice. Out of all the people he had to run into, it had to be him. He looked up as Nigel held out the flask to him.

“That’s a very interesting potion you have there,” He told the boy.

Varian quickly grabbed it and shoved it into his bag.

“I-It’s a new truth serum I’m testing out,” He lied. “I’m trying to make it to where we can lower the amount of ingredients we use, but still have the same effects.”

“How intriguing,” Nigel replied. “I’m sure the King and Queen would be most grateful.”

“Yeah…”

Varian slipped the bag back onto his shoulder before he started to walk away. Nigel frowned as he watched him leave.

“...There was a story I read once.”

Varian stopped and glanced at the royal advisor over his shoulder.

“It was about a man who was forced to hold the entire world on his shoulders. It was a burden for him to deal alone, and I’m afraid me and the royal family put too much of a burden on your shoulders.”

Varian, now intrigued, turned back to face him. “What do you mean?”

“We rely on you for Corona’s entire revolutionary technology. It’s all on your shoulders, weighing heavily, and dragging you down. Not only that, but I know you are still trying to prove yourself to the people of Corona that you have changed.”

Varian looked away ashamed. Nigel frowned and went into his pocket. “All I’m saying...Is that there are people you can rely on, and you can always turn to them for help.”

Varian glanced up as Nigel gully turned towards him. He held out a gold chained watch to the alchemist. “Don’t let the world fall onto your shoulders, Young Atlas.”

~*~*~

Hello everyone! Another quick little A/N! Thank you all for the support! I really appreciate it! I love the Tangled fandom so much! You’re all so supportive I also added in a small reference to one of my favorite tv shows that I finished watching recently. I hope that some of you get it! ^-^ Anyways, I hope you continue to like the story!

Stay creative lovelies~!

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Lasabrjotr Chapter 55: Shut Up and Dance With Me

Chapters: 55/? Fandom: Thor (Movies), Marvel Cinematic Universe Rating: Teen And Up Warnings: none Relationships: Loki x Reader (Ah, there we go) Characters: Loki (Marvel), Thor(Marvel), Tony Stark, natasha Romanoff, Sam Wilson, Steve Rogers, Peter Parker, Clint Barton, Vision, Pepper Potts, Wand Maximoff Additional Tags: Post-Endgame: Best Possible Ending (Canon-Divergent), FINALLY

It’s time to party.

Loki draped a fur-trimmed cape over his shoulders, turning this way and that in the mirror to admire his reflection. Was he alluring enough? Regal enough? He knew you'd be wearing the dress, and had chosen his clothes to compliment it. The two of you would look so good together.

Despite whatever anxiety he might feel over being surrounded by his brothers friends all weekend, he certainly looked forward to dancing with you.

Some of their best musicians would be there, and there would be served Asgardian delicacies...as well as could be approximated, at least. He was well tempted to trick everyone into trying the crystal mead, but as much as he'd like to see your silly, drunken face again, he really didn't want everyone else to see it. That was his, for as long as he could keep it.

It wouldn't be forever. No aspect of you would be his forever, that was simply the way life was. Your family, your friends, even that odious Todd had all known things about you that he was just beginning to learn. He intended to outdo them all, if you agreed, of course.

Maybe Thor was right. Maybe he was ready. He'd thought it impossible, with all the many personal flaws and problems he still had to deal with. But maybe he would never actually fix them all. Maybe he would never be the perfect being he could just barely see in his future. Odin had been far from perfect, after all. Frigga hadn't even reached that perfection, and yet, she and Odin had been happy together.

Could he really have that?

It wouldn't be the same as what they had, he already knew that. The same relationship never existed twice. That was part of the beauty of it. Whatever you and he might have, it would be yours and his alone.

How wonderful.

He preened in the mirror a few moments more. Perhaps he truly was handsome? Not in the Asgardian sense, but to humans? And perhaps, as humans and Asgardians influenced each other, people like him would become desirable to both species.

If there even were other people like him. Adopted, miniature, shape-shifting, royal Frost Giant Aesir were probably not too common throughout Yggdrasil.

But that just made him more valuable! He was a very rare, perhaps one-of-a-kind creature. He just had to keep telling himself things like that, until he, one day, believed it.

He placed a coronet over his black curls, the horns so reduced as to be no more than an elegantly etched design on the front.

When he left to pick you up, he found you already gone. You had been so eager to meet all your heroes in person, you must have just taken Saldis and left the instant you'd gotten dressed. Excitable little thing. Still, he'd better hurry. He didn't want you alone with those unpredictable savages for very long, even if Romanoff was there to keep them in line.

*****

“-And then I punched him in the nose!” You exclaimed to raucous laughter. “Aw come on guys, I was terrified!”

“Sorry, sorry.” Sam said. “It's just the image of Tall, Dark, and Grumpy standing in between cupcake displays, getting popped in the face by a civilian...”

“It's delightful.” Tony interrupted. “I lifted that frame from the video. It's my new lockscreen.”

“So he really did kidnap you?” Said the young one-Peter-the one you didn't know anything about. “He didn't even tell you why he was there?”

“Well...yeah.” You admitted reluctantly. “He was on a really restricted deadline. Kinda literally. I really was dying, and he was sick too. And it wasn't like he could stay long. He's not allowed to be in the States by himself.”

“And his Royal Highness had to pull quite a few strings to get that calmed down.” Tony added.

“Loki isn't always straightforward, but when he is, he is very much so.” Thor said gravely. “In this case, he was making the effort to be altruistic. Methods aside, his heart was in the right place.”

“I think his heart was in staying alive.” Tony snarked. “He wasn't gonna just let himself die because some little lady was dragging him down.”

“Rude.” You said.

“Unfortunately, my brother has proven far too willing to let himself die in the past.” Thor pointed out.

Tony shut his mouth.

“I could use another drink.” Pepper said, and Tony instantly leaped up and took himself to the banquet table in search of one.

“Don't worry about it.” Thor told you. “He's just getting it out of his system before Loki arrives. Unfortunately, Loki awakens in him the same kind of trouble that dust does for you.”

“Oh!” You said, finally understanding. Most of the others seemed kind of tense or indifferent towards Loki, but Tony Stark was downright hostile. But that made sense now, if he suffered like you did.

Honestly, it would be surprising if any of them didn't have something that triggered them.

“Dust?” Peter asked.

“Uh, yeah. I don't like dust. Something bad happened, and there was a lot of dust involved, and it just stuck with me. It's okay, we just keep the place real clean.”

You noticed the curious looks, the exchanged, questioning glances.

Steve leaned forward, clearing his throat. “Miss _____,” He began.

The door guard interrupted. “Your Majesty and guests! His Highness, Crown Prince Loki Odinson of Asgard has arrived.”

Several of those glances shot to Tony, who had come back to the couches with a drink for Pepper, and one for himself.

“It's okay, it's okay.” He said. “I'm good. At least he announced himself instead of just popping in behind me or something. It's cool. I'm good.”

Loki peeked around the door first, before sweeping regally into the room. You scooted over on the couch, making a space for him, but he visited the banquet table first, bringing you a glass of juice and a small plate of tasty tidbits.

“Good evening, my dear. I have come to bring you better company.”

There were a few derisive snorts, but mostly, everyone went back to their conversations. You heard someone say “Boom. You looking for this?” and Saldis's peal of delighted laughter, Loki questioning whether the wizard Strange was allowed to be there, and the wizard claiming that he'd had a royal invitation. Loki sneered, but Thor just shrugged.

“You need to touch base every now and again.” He explained. “Make sure nothing is going wrong, everything's stable, all those magical things that are over my head.”

Both Loki and Strange made matched scoffing noises, but did start up a somewhat antagonistic conversation.

A group of musicians shuffled into the banquet hall, setting up in an out of the way place. You spotted Lofn among them, carrying a harp. She smiled at you and ran her fingers along the strings.

The music was very much what you would have expected from a fantasy royal party; beautiful and ethereal, gently seizing your senses. You swayed along slowly, wanting to dance, but every time you looked over at Loki, he wasn't paying any attention, still arguing with the wizard.

You looked around, trying to catch someone's attention, but almost everybody else was engaged in conversation. Lofn was still watching you, enigmatic smile lingering in your vision. She was always like that. Did she want something from you?

Captain Rogers was looking at you, curiosity on his face.

“Are you all right?” He asked. You nodded.

“Yeah, I just...Do you want to dance? I want to dance.”

“Oh. Sure. We can dance.” He stood, holding his hand out for you. With butterflies in your stomach, you let him lead you out onto the floor and began a slow, chaste sway.

“You know, we were all pretty worried about you to begin with, but it looks like you're thriving here.” He said.

“Well, I'm doing a lot better than I was.” You answered. “And this is probably the best place for me, considering the whole magic thing.”

“Well...there was always Steven.” He pointed out. “He's part of an entire school of mages. Is that the right word?”

“I'm not sure.” You thought about how your hand had buzzed back when the wizard had taken it, how much it had been like that first time you had touched Loki. “They call me Seidkona here.”

“What is that anyway? I've heard the word several times so far.”

“It's a type of magical lady, I guess. Like a combination personal mage and advisor. I'm still figuring out what all that means, but I think I'm getting better at all of it. Aside from all the bad stuff, I'm having a pretty good time.”

“Speaking of, if you don't mind my asking, when you say you are afraid of dust...Hm.”

“Hm?”

“I think I've done something to piss your prince off. He's glaring.”

You cast a look back over your shoulder. 'Glaring' was putting it lightly. Loki's stare could set things on fire.

“Woah. Uh, maybe I should go talk to him.”

“Are you sure?” Steve asked, concerned. “Does he get angry with you? Does he get rough?”

“No, not with me.” You said, letting go of Captain Rogers, and approaching the fuming prince.

“Hey Loki.” You sat down next to him, offering him your plate, with its remaining snacks. All your favorites, but you knew he liked some of them too. “Have something to eat?”

He ignored you completely, the full force of his hateful gaze leveled at Steve.

“Loki?” You placed your hand very gently on his knee, and he jerked away, eyes snapping to yours. The conversation all around you dwindled down. “Uh. Do...you want to dance?”

His lip curled. “Why would you even want to?”

You drew your hand back, surprised at the venom in his voice. “Well...I just-”

He stood abruptly. “You do not need to bother worrying about me.” He said, voice curt. “Play with your little friends. Banish me from your mind. You're already halfway there.” He swept out of the banquet hall, his cape dragging your confused protests behind it.

*****

“That...did not go as I imagined.” You said quietly into the uncomfortable silence. Thor glanced at the door Loki had exited, then over a Lofn, who still played her harp. He'd thought for sure...

“You want me to kick his ass, darlin'?” Tony asked. “'Cause I'll go kick his ass.”

“You will not.” You murmured. “And with all due respect, which admittedly, is a lot; please don't call me that.”

Loki calls her that, Thor mouthed over your shoulder. Tony raised an eyebrow.

“Alright.” He said. “Do, uh, you wanna kick his ass?”

Lofn ran her hands over the strings in an almost aggressive series of chords.

“Yeah.” You said. “I mean, no. Something else.” You stood abruptly. “Gimmie a minute.”

You too, rushed out of the banquet hall, leaving Thor subject to a lot of questioning stares.

“Yes, alright.” He said with a sigh. “There has been a...development.”

“Wait, really?” Pepper asked, while Clint snickered.

“I called it!” Peter crowed. “I knew it, I called it. I was right.”

“Yeah, yeah, you did.” Tony said, staring at Thor. “So, you know that's a terrible idea, right, you know that?”

“Now, just hold on, it's not what you think.” Thor explained. “Yes, my brother has developed...affectionate feelings towards _____. That is true. Do you understand what a grand breakthrough this is? Loki cares about someone! Well, someone from outside. I haven't seen him like this in centuries!”

“What, throwing tantrums? We see him like that all the time.” Bruce said. “Practically every time we see him, in fact.”

“That's just because...” Thor paused. “Well, partly because he holds a slight grudge against basically all of you, but partly because he wants you to underestimate him.”

“Underestimate what?” Tony asked. “That look? He was giving Rogers? I've seen that look before. It was just before he launched me out the two-hundred and twenty-fourth story window.”

“Yeah, that was uncomfortable, being on the receiving end.” Steve admitted. “Didn't realize I was horning in on his girl.”

“Is she into him?” Scott asked. Thor shrugged.

“I do not yet know.”

“What are you kidding?” Clint asked.

“She is head over heels for that man.” Wanda asserted. “What? I don't need to look into her mind to see that.”

“It's pretty obvious.” Clint clarified. Natasha nodded along with him.

“Mind control.” Tony declared. “Has to be.”

“No.” Thor said. “My brother has many talents, but that is not one of them. He could only do that when he had access to the Mind Stone.”

“Which,” Vision said, breaking his contemplative silence. “He no longer has.”

“Precisely.” Thor said. “Though influence comes in many forms. Speaking of which,” He switched to Asgardian. “Lofn. Your presence graces us tonight. I can't help but feel as though you have more in mind than demonstrating your skill on the strings though.”

Lofn smiled at him. “I see them, Allfather. I see many people now, who do not yet see each other, but I see them, and they begin to see each other now.”

“You wove a spell.” Thor accused.

“I made music. What spell could I cast upon dear, clever little Loki? No, no, all I did was set a mood.”

“Hey, what? I know you can speak English, big guy.” Tony said.

“And when it's relevant, I do.” Thor answered. “Friends, let us continue our revels! Loki and _____ shall do as they will, and so should we.”

Lofn continued to play.

*****

According to the people you passed, Loki had headed back to his quarters, so that was where you were going as well.

What was all that about? Why was he so angry? Was he offended that you asked him to dance? Maybe he thought that would make him look bad in front of the Avengers. You were pretty sure they would tease him. He would hate that.

Was he mad that you had danced with someone else? But he had been busy! And something about the music had just made you want to dance. So you had chosen the person who was the least likely to get fresh with you. And besides, when else would you get the chance to dance with Captain America?

When you entered the rooms, his door was open, and you could see him pacing in front of his fire. His low voice traveled down the hall to you, a quiet muttering in Asgardian, full of curses; at you, Steve, or himself, you couldn't tell.

You stood in the door way, fiddling with your phone, until he spotted you and stopped pacing.

“What are you doing here?” He demanded. “Don't you have...” He waved his hand dismissively. “...Heroes to fawn over?”

“Maybe, but they probably get a lot of that already.” You said. “I decided to come fawn over you instead. Maybe you don't get enough of that.”

“I do not requite pity!” He snapped. “Did my brother send you to me? Tear you from your dear Captain's welcoming arms to come cajole me with platitudes?”

“I came myself, geez! What is going on with you, why are you so angry? Are you mad at me?”

“No...” He muttered.

“Well, are you mad at Steve?”

He growled. “No..”

“Are you mad that I was dancing with someone else?”

“No...not exactly...” He squirmed, obviously not wanting to tell you what was really on his mind. You persisted anyway. Surely, you were owed an answer for his humiliating behavior.

“Well then what exactly?” You demanded.

“You chose him first!” Loki exclaimed. “I was right there, and you asked him before me!”

“I...thought you were busy talking to that wizard!” You said, surprised. He was jealous. Loki was jealous that you had chosen someone else over him.

Could there actually be something to what Saldis had said?

“I didn't even want to talk to him! He is an arrogant, ignorant fool. I would always welcome an interruption from you. I always....I always have time for you. I do not wish to be your second choice in anything. I want to be the one you come to automatically, for whatever you need. I wish to be the kind of person...the one who can provide that for you. ”

The firelight danced off his features; his pink cheeks and averted eyes, his closed and nervous posture. You gaped. Saldis was a little minx! Everyone knew, she had said. Everyone except for you, apparently!

“_____, I-”

You strode past him and set your phone down on the dresser near his bed, starting a playlist of classic slow dance songs.

“Your Highness, you really should allow me to dance with you.” You said firmly.

“...You do not command me, tiny mortal.” He rejoined, but when you turned back to look at him, his arms were open, and you walked right in.

Now this felt right. Swaying securely in the circle of his arms, head laid against his velvet covered chest. Who knew how long you stayed there; an hour? A lifetime? A few minutes? You could happily spend the whole night here, in his warm embrace.

Loki cleared his throat.

You looked up at him expectantly.

“Tell me something.” He asked. “Something only you would know.”

“...Worried that I might be a Huldra again?”

“I wouldn't like to repeat that experience. Tell me something she wouldn't know.”

“Umm, let's see...” You thought about it for a moment. “Did you know that corn comes in more colors than just yellow and white? There's thousands of different types. There's blue, and red, and orange, and purple. Even pink and green! And some mix all those colors on the same plant. We use them for decorations, and to make popcorn, and-”

Loki grasped your face in his hands, snaking one back to cup your head, like he had on that first day. Instead of scolding you though, instead of filling you with unbearable light, he seized your mouth in a tender kiss.

He held it long enough for you to overcome your shock and throw your arms around him to reciprocate. He sighed in relief and practically swept you off the ground in his enthusiasm, and you giggled against his lips.

Loki was very reluctant to stop kissing you; even when you had to draw back, gasping for air, he followed your mouth, peppering your face with little pecks, licking your lips insistently for entry. You couldn't help but laugh at his antics, and he took the opportunity to take his kisses deeper. You still laughed, letting him catch the sound in his throat and send it back to you as a whuffled chuckle through his nose.

Neither of you really wanted to let go. Loki, with all his gentle tenderness, was hungry for you in a way that would have left you breathless, even if he wasn't demanding claim over your mouth.

The two of you collapsed into his bed, giggling against each other's tongues, hands roaming freely and greedily. You were hungry for him too, for the warmth of his lean body, the scent of his hair, the caress of his graceful hands. You both clearly wanted more, more, more.

But not too much.

You finally pulled away from him.

“Not yet.” You said, gasping for breath.

“No, not yet,.” He agreed, smile suffusing his whole face. He was so radiant you almost wanted to cry. When was the last time anyone had seen him like this? This was yours. All yours.

The thought galvanized you to dive back in. You wouldn't be returning to the party, but the Avengers would be here for a few days yet. They could wait.

#lasabrjotr #loki x reader #loki (marvel)#thor (marvel)#tony stark #Steve Rogers #sam wilson #clint barton #natasha romanoff #peter parker #pepper potts #vision #wanda maximoff

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goodbyecringe · 4 years

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(Un)Natural Selection Chapter 16

Enjolras

When The Selection hit its six-month mark there were still twenty girls in the running and the public was relatively satisfied at its progress. 2 girls had been sent home after the garden party for getting inexcusably drunk. After all the guests had left I discovered they had stolen a few bottles of wine before the party started and had been drinking since they woke up. In the last two months since the party, I sent home three more girls due to a simple lack of chemistry. Courfeyrac, who had bet money that I would have finished The Selection by now was rather proud and rather broke. However, my Father remained disappointed that I still had yet to find someone I knew would win.

“During my Selection, I knew it was your Mother after 3 months,” my Father chastised after the girls left the Banquet Room after breakfast.

“I would like to make sure that I can tolerate the person I’m going to spend the rest of my life with,” I stated in defense.

“Julien, your Father just means that he’s surprised you don’t have feelings for any of these girls,” Mother argued.

“That’s ridiculous, of course, I have feelings for some of them. There are several girls that I would consider to be my equal. Each girl has something individual to her that another girl doesn’t have, which forces me to weigh the pros and cons,” I explained.

“I don’t give a damn who you pick or what her pros and cons are as long as she comes from a respectable family,” my father boomed.

Even though he said respectable family I knew he meant a higher caste.

“Yes well, there have been several girls from respectable families that would never survive to be my wife,” I mumbled, thinking about some of the girls I had sent home.

“If you're even thinking about Teresa, stop it this instance! Her family has been in the public eye since before you were born. They have been relatively scandal-free and have friends in the press,” he argued, exposing his alternative motives.

Everything concerning The Selection was a political campaign in preparation for my rule. If the press, the citizens, or my advisors disapproved of my choices then I would never have a chance to change the government of Illeá.

“Well lucky for you I can tolerate Teresa, even though she only ever talks about herself,” I said, getting up to leave.

“Julien,” I heard my mother cry from behind me.

“Your father and I only want what’s best for you. You know that whenever there is a lot of Selection coverage the crime rates and protests are much lower. Our citizens need this during these difficult times of unrest. Twelve Sevens were killed by a hate group in Carolina yesterday and until we can determine a way to handle this discreetly our citizens need to look to The Selection for hope and entertainment ”

“Our citizens need to be provided for and protected from the prejudice that their government has created in the caste system. They don’t need to watch a group of girls in fancy dresses fight for my attention,” I snapped.

“Then go ahead and announce the Elite tonight! Since you want to be done with this so badly we should at least get a special Report out of it,” my father yelled as I stormed out of the room.

This was ridiculous. I had to find a solution that would make this elimination seem fair, but I had no idea where to start. As I made my way to the Men’s Room I noticed a small figure sitting on the floor.

“Éponine?” I noticed, mostly by the signature grey dress she wore.

She looked up at me with a neutral expression on her face and I noticed several letters in her hands.

“Sorry, I just couldn’t wait to read these. Monsieur Marius sent me pictures from all over Paris and this is the first letter my sister has sent me,” she said, holding up the piece of paper.

“So Pontmercy is still writing to you?” I confirmed, deciding to sit next to her in the hallway.

“Yes,” she blushed. “He’s been kind enough to send me information concerning universities in France. I think after all of this is done I’d like to go to school and receive a degree. I could take ‘Zelma with me and we could leave Illeá for the first time,” she smiled.

This wasn’t the first time I had noticed how Éponine had changed since the Garden Party. Ultimately Éponine had become far less cynical and more confident in herself from what I had seen and heard. She was excelling in her etiquette and history classes and even spending more time in the Women’s Room with the other girls. However, she had missed several meetings in the Musain so I had seen less of her than usual. It seemed like she spent more and more time writing to Pontmercy and I wondered if her feelings toward him were strictly platonic. If things continued I would be forced to confront her about Pontmercy, but that was lower on my list of priorities. “This is the first time you’ve heard from your sister?” I asked, opting to change the subject since this was surprising.

“Yeah. Before I left she made me promise that I wouldn’t write to her so when we meet again I’ll never run out of new things to tell her,” she said, looking at the floor.

“That was brave of her,” I noted, remembering several of the stories Éponine told me about her parents.

Éponine had never gone in-depth about anything in her life back in Allens except for her sister. However, from the few, personal stories she told me I could infer that her relationship with her parents was strained to some degree. Both of her parents appeared to struggle with addiction and managing money, which led me to believe Éponine came from a family that was a Five or lower.

“It was brave of her, but that’s Azelma,” she said smiling.

“Well, I will leave you to your letters. I have something very important I need to sort out by lunch,” I said standing up.

“Just promise me you’ll eat lunch,” she scolded.

“I wouldn’t dare skip lunch and face the wrath of the Great ‘Ponine,” I laughed, helping off the floor.

“Did you just call me ‘Ponine?” she asked.

My eyes widened to the size of saucers.

“I’m sorry, I should have asked for your permiss-”

“No Enjolras, I’m not offended or anything. Good luck with your problem solving,” she said, turning to walk down the hall.

I watched her confidently walk down the hall in her high heels as she would smile at maids and butlers. I wanted to chase after her to congratulate her on all of her improvements as a person during this competition but I couldn’t. I needed to get to my friends so I could determine the best way to eliminate half of the girls.

“I know that look anywhere,” Courfeyrac declared as I walked into the Men’s Room.

“That’s his post parental argument face,” Bossuet explained to Grantaire.

“I’m announcing The Elite on the Report tonight,” I said.

“Excellent, who are they?” Combeferre asked.

“I don’t know. I want this to be a fair opportunity for each girl so they aren’t completely blindsided.”

“Is this because of what that caste supremacist group did?” Grantaire asked from his place near the door.

“Unfortunately yes, and my strong desire to end this ridiculous affair.”

“Enjy, Illeá is angry right now, are you sure more coverage on the Selection is what they need? Don’t you think there should be some sort of memorial Report?” Ferre asked.

“I would much rather fly out to Carolina myself to meet with the affected families, but my parents are demanding I give the Report more Selection coverage. Apparently it will distract Illeá for long enough for their advisors to come up with a solution,” I sighed.

“Do you really not have ten girls in mind for The Elite?” Joly asked.

“I can really only think of three I care enough about, four if I count my Father’s favorite.”

“Excuse me but have we all forgotten the end goal of the Selection?” Jehan Prouvaire said standing up from his chair.

“Peace among Illeá?” Feuilly asked.

“A time for Les Amis to organize allies?” Bahorel called out.

“Entertainment?” Courfeyrac guessed.

“You’re all idiots,” he scoffed. “At the end of this whole competition, Enjolras has to marry the last girl standing. He has to see her every day for the rest of his life and produce an heir with her.”

“Your point?” Bossuet asked.

“What does Enjy love more than anything else?” Prouvaire asked.

“Patria,” several men said in unison.

“So his future Queen should also be passionate about Patria, or something along those lines. At some point, the Elite are required to do a presentation on their desired philanthropies so Enjy doesn’t want to pick someone that isn’t passionate about anything. Just bring them all in individually and ask them what they’re passionate about,” Prouvaire finished.

The men were quiet for a few moments before erupting into praise because Jehan was completely right. This idea provided a reason to eliminate the girls without having to dig too deep. Politics were a central part of life as a royal and if any of these girls were here under the assumption that their duties were to sit around and look pretty they were mistaken. Les Amis agreed that each girl should be brought to the Men’s Room individually and asked what they would change about Illeá. After lunch, all of the girls would be separated to ensure that cheating would be impossible and a photographer needed to be arranged.

The first girl called was Iris who immediately began to explain her passions towards reconstructing the Illeán education system so that it could compete with New Asia. As she explained her idea I recalled that Iris had several relatives in New Asia that served in government positions, which could be beneficial for trade. And even though Adele was the youngest in the competition, she gave an intense speech about mandatory school volunteering so that empathy could be instilled in children as they grew up. Cosette stated that she wished there were more laws in place that protected endangered species and that wildlife conservation should be a higher priority in Illeá.

Liberty said that there should be more laws requiring businesses and schools to accommodate the disabled. Even Teresa, who I had marked as a pompous and self-absorbed stated that the minimum wage for lower castes should be raised and there should be more opportunities for certain levels of education. While it wasn’t my favorite, she came up with something that could benefit a group of people. Harley and May both said there should be more funding for the caste relief programs and Keliah wished there were more labor laws in place to protect factory workers. Overall, several girls surprised me with multiple ideas that would benefit the people of Illeá.

However, not all girls were able to quickly come up with an answer. For example, Charlotte simply began to panic under the pressure and cried until Joly could get her to follow some breathing exercises. Some girls were simply incorrect or blatantly prejudiced like Hazel and Ashely, who both stated that the hate groups made of caste extremists shouldn’t be subject to the law because they were doing God’s work. And unfortunately, Natalie stated that hate crimes should be illegal as she wasn’t aware that they were already against the law.

The final girls called were Musichetta, who believed there should be more funds going to programs that provide free birth control and other Women’s Services, and Éponine, who blatantly stated that the caste system should be abolished.

“That’s quite a radical statement, Éponine. How do you defend it?” Combeferre asked.

“Well, most of this country's problems come from the caste system in the first place. It limits the quality of life for members of the lower castes and provides for those in the upper castes.”

I couldn’t help but let a grin escape onto my face.

“Thank you Éponine, you can continue this argument at the next meeting,” I said before she and the photographer left the room.

“Taking what we all just observed, who should stay, and who should go?” I asked, organizing my stack of notes.

“I think we should just end the Selection right now so you can marry Éponine,” Courfeyrac smiled.

“Why would I do that?”

“Because you loooove her Enjy,” Joly laughed, spinning around in his chair.

“That is a wildly incorrect statement because I’m not in love with any of these girls. Thank you for your time and assistance but I have a speech that is going to crush the hearts of ten girls that I need to prepare,” I said before making my way to my office.

#enjonine #prince enjolras #Eponine Thenardier #Les Miserables #les amis #the selection #fanfiction #crossover #cross-posted #ao3 #Combeferre #joly #jehan prouvaire #courfeyrac #modern au #cosette #marius #musichetta

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A Royal Comission(17)

This is still just cute fluff and I just...love it? Thanks @fleetstreetfatality for fueling this fire :) (ALSO this is 74 pages long now.Yikes)

The first morning session with Cor is not what he expects. Brutal physical exhaustion, maybe some aggression working out or something.

Instead Prompto finds himself sitting very still beside the marshall, watching the river that feeds the lake as it runs past them, uncaring. Cor doesn’t speak, just breathes slowly, eyes half lidded as he stares into the clear water. Prompto glances at him every few minutes and tries to match his breathing, maybe it’s some centering thing?

Half an hour passes and finally Cor moves, turning his body toward Prompto some more.

“You’ve got patience. Good. Noctis is a trying little shit on the best days. Now, enough staring at the damn water, on your feet.”

Prompto blinks and nods, hurrying to stand, almost immediately he starts bouncing his weight from foot to foot. Cor looks at him blankly and he stops, cringing a bit.

“It’s good to be quick, on your toes. When you shoot though, especially when you shoot to kill, you have to find your grounding, even if you only a have a second. I’d like to see how your aim is first, know what I’m in for, then we’ll work on that.”

With another jerky nod Prompto follows Cor a little further down the small dirt bath, noting absently some of the wildflowers he wants to take pictures of later, imagining how they’d look in ink on Noctis’ hips. He’s pulled back into their purpose though as the Marshall stops and gestures to a target.

He looks at the other man, just to affirm the intention but Cor gives away little. He sighs and raises the gun, hands fitting startlingly well and tries to hold it steady. It’s a bit shaky and Prompto forces himself to take slow breaths, drawing from somewhere deep as he sights and fires. He lets off four shots and then stops.

It’s only when Cor and himself approach the target he realizes it’s shaped loosely like a person. The shots are a perfect line, starting just under the ribs and ending with a final shot between the eyes and Prompto shudders, a clammy and uncomfortable feeling bubbling in his chest.

Cor doesn’t give him any kind of look though, just nods.

“Good. It’s a start. Now then….”

Several hours later Prompto curls in bed again, his body curved around Noctis’ as he runs his fingers through the Prince’s hair. He’s a little sore but nothing like he expected to be after working with Cor. It was a lot of information, a lot of correcting tiny details, and a lot of just...talking.

Noctis stirs, pushing into Prompto hands and humming. It draws a smile from the blonde and he leans in to kiss Noctis’ cheek, breathing him in, morning breath making his nose wrinkle a little. Cor’s right, he thinks as he looks at the sleeping Prince, there’s nothing that could turn him from Noctis’ side. Not his own past, not Noctis’ actions, not the Astrals themselves.

At the moment though, his main concern is waking Noctis.

“C’mon Noct, it’s late. The others want to do something, they keep talking about racing boats? I’m lost, I need you to guide me here dude! I’ve never even touched a boat!”

He gently shakes Noctis, becoming a little more playful as the Prince grumbles at him until his flicking his fingertip against his nose. It must be irritating because Noctis finally gives up and rolls away with a moan before sitting up.

His grey eyes blink sleepily and he glares at Prompto.

“You don’t have to, they’re not racing actual boats.”

“Oh..uh, what?”

“Man...let me put on clothes and shit.”

Prompto knows that tone, it’s Nocts “I’m too fucking tired, give me five” voice and he’s more than happy to let his lover wake up more before pushing it.

He sits patiently, smiling a little while Noctis rolls out of bed, almost literally. His feet thunk against the floor and there’s a moment where Prompto’s not sure that the rest of Noctis’ body isn’t going to follow them down. He manages though and makes small, somehow endearing, noises, grabbing clothing with his eyes half closed and tugging it on.

Prompto only laughs a little when he comes out of it with his shirt on backwards and has to fight it to turn around.

“You alright there buddy?”

Noctis just glares at him, but there’s no real heat to it as his hands are already seeking Prompto’s body. He pulls the blonde to stand and hugs him tight, tucking his face into Prompto’s neck and humming softly. Prompto smiles, small and warm, and hugs him back.

“Morning.” Noctis sounds marginally more awake now and Prompto rubs his cheek into the Prince’s messy hair with a soft sound.

“Morning...so...boats?”

Noctis let’s him go, stepping back and shrugging as he combs fingers through his hair, patting it flat. Prompto gets distracted for a moment because it doesn’t seem like Noct’s going to do much to it today and it’s sort of...intimate in it’s own way, seeing him relaxed this way. It gives Prompto another moment of perspective as he realizes that despite the usual level of casual that Noctis keeps out here, along with the others, he can let go of even more of the formalities that come from being royal.

“Yeah...it started when Iggy and I were little and it’s kinda...tradition now. We build little boats out of leaves and grass and stuff and float them down the river, whoever’s goes the furthest in the River God while were here and gets to make decrees about dinner and what games we play. It’s..silly.”

Prompto’s grinning already though, because it’s exactly the kind of fun he’s never had. He shakes his head, “I hope you’re ready to eat salad for dinner then, because I’m outclassed in everything else, but I can build stuff like nobodies business.”

Noctis just smirks, “Is that a challenge?”

“You scared bro?”

“No, but you certainly should be. Clarus is the reigning champion.”

Ignis’ amused tone about makes Prompto jump out of his skin and he turns to find the the man leaning in the open doorway to the room, arms crossed over a light tan button down. It’s almost...safari-esque, especially paired with the khaki shorts and the leather first aid pouch strapped to his thigh, but it’s so crisp it can only be Ignis’ version of outdoor wear.

“I dunno Iggy, he’s threatening vegetables. You two might have to team up to take him down.”

Ignis laughs and Prompto’s chest warms as Noctis takes his hand and pulls him after the advisor.

In the end Prompto’s little boat, large maple leaves and a few carefully selected twigs does very well but Noctis’ crosses the line of sunlight slanting over the water they declared a finish line a little ahead, Clarus’ boat caught on a stray bunch of leaves in the water and Iris blowing hard to free her own little craft. Regis, Gladio, and Ignis’ little ships are all just swirls of debris after a rather unfortunate collision with one another.

Prompto laughs as Noctis father grabs his hands and flings them up, shouting out his victory while the other’s mock being unable to look at his glory. It’s all just...silly.

Regis gives a heartfelt eulogy for the “wee nature sailors” lost in the tragedy and Prompto finds himself wiping exaggerated fake tears away as Cor nods along solemnly. It’s all made much more ridiculous by the fact that Regis is dressed in a fisherman's vest, his wide brimmed hat clutched to his chest. Gladio slings an arm around Prompto and Noctis when they begin the walk back, forcing his body between them.

“So lovebirds, fancy a few rounds of cards?”

Prompto blinks at him and Noctis scoffs, “You’re just trying to win your dignity back.”

“Bad form son.” Clarus comments, to their right and Gladio unashamedly shrugs back at his father.

“Yeah, well I thought sticking those of us not cooking at a table might be a good way to learn a little more about blondie here.” He jerks his head at Prompto, who swallows and is sudden very warm.

He forgets so easily, too easily in fact, that though he’s been made welcome, they still have questions, things they want to know. It’s almost more daunting now, because he knows they’ll ask him about normal things, movies he likes, if he prefers milk or dark chocolate, a hundred tiny things that he’s never had to share before.

Clarus answers that with a hum, “I’d like to know a bit more about some of those tattoos, that’s true. Alright, River God, what say you?”

Noctis stops, bringing the whole troop of them to a halt and thinks on it, his eyes meeting Prompto’s as he pretends to weigh his options. Prompto’s grateful when he realizes that Noctis really is taking in how nervous he is. He gives him a tiny nod and Noctis raises his chin, his tone imperial.

“I will favor you with this request. One full round of rummy for the night then!”

“Yes!” Iris claps and Prompto looks at her, “I always win Rummy!”

He laughs and Noctis shoves Gladio out of the way, taking his hand and giving it a light squeeze that Prompto returns. He finds himself looking forward to Iris wiping the floor with them, because for once, it’s more about the company.

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1upmushrooms · 7 years

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The First Rebel Chapter 3 (1up Deadfic)

Chapter 3: Dinner and a nightmare

The man's good, he's an expert at smooth talk. The idea of those de-evolving guns has merit. I should rob those blueprints once we get to the building. It still makes me wonder though, what did Koopa do to get demoted? Whatever, all I need right now is to lie low. Planning in the shadows is what got me out; well that and the fact that the security over there is horrible but nevertheless that tatic hasn't failed me now.

The Rebel sat on the ground, using his brown coat as a mattress while looking up at the ceiling; his eyes were never able to close so they just stared, not doing much else. There was a bang at the door and when he opened it, Mona was standing there with a poorly made Barbacoa T-Rex Burrito.

She shoved it at him, "Dinner's served."

The Rebel looked at the processed meal and smiled. "Thank you."

Mona scoffed, "Just eat it."

She started to walk away but turned back. "Oh and one other thing," She said, "I have to go to work at the diner so watch the kid will you?"

The Rebel raised his eyebrows, "Me?"

"Who else was I talking to?"

"Well not to be rude but shouldn't taking care of the kid be Wario's job?"

After a brief pause, both of them laughed at the idea of this as Mona left the warehouse with a grin on her face. The Rebel sat down on his "mattress" after eating the poorly made dish. Granted, he ate worse before but that was still pathetic. He was able to finish the meal however which is something he couldn't say for the crap he ate at Vista Hills.

Well, better go see how that kid is.

Surprisingly, the Rebel found the kid quite easily...he was standing right in front of him. The Rebel nearly jumped but kept his cool and waved his hand. The kid looked about 10, his brown hair was at standard length. His grey shirt was torn, his black pants were baggy, and his new stomper boots were dented. To be nice, the Rebel tried to start a conversation.

"Uh, hello there, how are you?"

The kid just stared at him with that creepily plain face.

"So uh, did you know Wario a lot?"

The kid merely sighed, "I've only seen him 5 times."

"Really uh, has he been good to you?"

The kid grew a little irritated, "I don't know, what do you think?"

"Yeah, that's what I thought, so what do you want to do?"

All he got was a stare.

"So...what's your name?"

"...Tyler."

"Tyler huh, that's a nice name."

"Mom named it for me."

Silence emerged.

My god is this kid awkward!

"So have you eaten, Tyler?"

"No."

"Well, let's get you something, where's the kitchen?"

Tyler pointed south, He and Tyler walked to the kitchen while not looking at each other. When they arrived, the Rebel opened the fridge and looked for something Tyler could eat. He found some vegetables which made him gag.

"What is it?"

"Nothing really" The Rebel said, "I just hate veggies."

He finally found some fried tweeters and some buns which were suitable for a kid he guessed so he put the tweeters on the buns, and put them in the microwave. A minute later they were cooked, and put on a plate. However instead of chowing down, most of the time Tyler just stared at him, he tried to ignore this fact but after a while couldn't take it anymore.

"Yes?"

"What's your name?"

He looked at Tyler, "My name?"

"Yeah, I just thought I'd ask."

The Rebel thought long about this and sighed, "Well, to tell you the truth Tyler, I don't really know."

"No, you just don't want to say it. Is it embarrassing?"

"No, it's just...I feel I'm one of those people where it doesn't matter what my name is. It's what I do that counts."

"Well that's silly."

"Not really, I mean I think one could name himself or herself very easily, it's a label, nothing more nothing less. You could name yourself anything you want but it all comes down to what you do if you want people to notice you."

Tyler just looked at him and sighed, it was obvious this meant very little to him. The Rebel tried to make conversation but just couldn't get himself to say anything, nothing interesting at least. After an hour or so, the Rebel began feeling sleepy.

Well, I'm tired again. That or I'm just consumed by the awkwardness here and my mind's looking for an excuse.

Without saying goodbye, the Rebel left the kitchen and walked all the way to his room. The hallways were always shorter nowadays; either that or he was walking fast. As he opened the door, the Rebel closed it and crashed on his coat. He still felt uncertain though, like something was lagging. To solve this he tried thinking of things to sooth his mind. He finally settled on Koopa, not exactly soothing but it was the only thing he thought of so he went with it. As he thought on memories of the first day he ever met Koopa emerged.

He remembered almost everything, the room, the desk, the chair, the fact that Wario and all the other guys were there, and Koopa himself. Koopa looked extra special that day, with his groomed hair that had some blonde color to it, his green outfit that was sharper than pens, and his eyes that always seemed to be looking at you.

They were all standing except Koopa who sat on his chair with a look of legitimate intrigue. He remembered being nervous just staring at the King's royal advisor with lots of people he never even knew. Koopa broke the tension by getting up to tell them of their new tasks as the King's special crew. What his exact words were, the Rebel didn't remember but he knew it was about what they would do and what challenges they would face. Koopa then sneezed on his hand wiped them on the desk before getting a kleenex. He remembered looking surprised before Koopa assured him that they were "just germs".

The rest however was a blur as the Rebel came back into reality and saw that it had been a whole 30 minutes. He rubbed his eyebrows a bit and got up from his coat mattress. He sat at the desk and tried writing something. That didn't soothe his mind either, mostly because all he wrote about was that Tyler kid. There was another knock at the door as he suddenly broke out of thought again. Wario entered the office with a pillow and blanket. After looking up the Rebel looked back at his papers and teased,

"Don't tell me she already kicked you out."

Wario smirked, "Fortunately no. I just got these for you since you might get cold sleeping in here."

The Rebel looked at the blanket which was a car sheet and the torn pillow, not exactly high class but it would have to do.

"Thanks."

"Oh trust me, it was no problem."

After Wario left with blanket and pillow resting besides the desk, the door that led outside the warehouse opened as Mona got out and headed to the "love suite". However instead of the sound of love, there was a loud groan of annoyance.

"Who took my blanket and pillow?!"

The Rebel smirked and lied down, it may have taken a while but he finally fell asleep, only to be surrounded in a dreamed of Koopa's office, torn, vandalized, and destroyed. He was there, looking at all the chaos with a smile on his face when he saw the lizard skin chair move. After kicking it over he found Koopa, weak, and defenseless. However when he looked up at the Rebel all that came out of his mouth was a light chuckle.

The Rebel laughed through his throat as a knife crept out of his pocket. Rain continued to pour as Koopa forced himself up, torn suit and all.

"Well? Heh heh heh. What are you waiting for? Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha! Go ahead and kill me already you gutless son of a bitch!"

Without warning the Rebel painfully pierced Koopa through his neck with the knife waiting for Koopa to fall down so he could kick him out the window. Koopa however, merely pulled it out as the wound instantly healed itself.

"Poor choice soldier."

Koopa then knocked him down as he was treated to an onslaught of punches and kicks until he grabbed Koopa's leg and managed to pull him down to the floor as well. The last bit of the dream that he could remember ended with a big blast as he woke up with sweat on his head and pain on his arm. Someone was knocking on the door.

Talk about nightmare fuel.

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Author’s Note: This chapter, is a marked improvement over the previous chapter, mostly because we get a less cringey character for the Rebel to play off of, Tyler. The development of the Rebel’s and Tyler’s relationship from a tense acquaintanceship to a genuine friendship later on is one aspect that I think held up fairly well. Before this became a deadfic I remember coming up with several interesting ideas and plot points when it came to developing these two’s relationship. (Ideas that I may end up revealing some day hint hint nudge nudge).

I also think the way I handled Koopa was a somewhat clever idea. In the movie proper, Koopa is...well Dennis Hopper if he were a germaphobe. An over the top, hammy, larger than life dictator. So when it came to writing this fic I thought “Wouldn’t it be fun if Koopa in this story was the exact opposite of Dennis Hopper’s Koopa in the movie?” and immediately began to work. Now, Koopa was more calm, with a (outwardly at least) warmer personality and was not above wiping his germs off on a desk. Naturally, if this had continued, that persona would eventually transform (or maybe, evolve?) into the Koopa of the movie.

Also, I can’t help but notice Mona in this fic works at a diner. I only mention this because if I actually did some damn research, I wouldn’t have wasted a golden opportunity to have her work at Python’s Pizza (not only would it be a fun reference to the movie but it would also be a nice nod to the fact that she used to be a pizza delivery girl as one of her many jobs). Again, I could have done so much better with Mona.

#1up Deadfic #smbmovie #super mario bros movie

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