#I got so caught up in the euphoria of cool fighting game girl that for a moment I lived in a world where transphobes didn't exist

[the-punforgiven]

I see Bridget trending on twitter so frequently and every time I do I go "Oh shit Bridget is trending! :D" and go into the tag to see cool fanart only to be reminded for the 96th time that Twitter is a festering cesspit full of cunts

[wpdarlingpan]

How would yandere Damian Wayne react to his beloved having a fondness for books? Will he get jealous that she keeps gushing about non existent fictional characters? Lol I have a feeling he will 🤣

I absolutely love this idea, it was fun to write.

Trigger Warning: Abuse

(Not on Damians end but Y/N’s father)

Nothing descriptive and very brief.

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Damian had met his beloved at school after she was the only one who didn’t chase after him. She didn’t even seem to notice he was there. He was determined to change that.

The first day they talked he introduced himself, waiting to see her reaction to his last name but gained nothing more than a polite introduction from herself than she returned back to the book she was reading before he interrupted her. If she hadn’t got immersed back into the book than she would have seen the surprised look adorning the young Wayne’s face.

From there on he was determined to know everything about her. He used the bat computer to find out that she lived with her father in a nice house near his own. Her mother died during child birth and she had no siblings. Damian wished he didn’t have ‘siblings’ even if he never called them that. Well... maybe Grayson. But Todd could go along with Drake.

He decided to go to her house to check in on her and his excuse was to gather intel, but what he saw was not what he was prepared for. Damian saw Y/N’s Father yelling at her as if she had nine something terrible. Damian watched as the man cursed out his young daughter making Damian scowl and tighten his hands into fists. But they suddenly stopped fighting so Damian left as he had school tomorrow and he wanted to talk to you then. If he had stayed a second longer he’d have seen her getting locked into the cupboard under the stairs without dinner.

But luckily for her she had books. She read hunger games, Harry Potter, and many more. Even twilight even though she absolutely despised the ‘Bella’ character. But they all had love. She loved to read about love and the feeling of euphoria it gave people.

“Maybe one day.” She thought to herself.

The next day Damian Wayne talked to her again. He made more progress but it was hard to keep her away from her book.

It continued for weeks and then to months. He had slowly broke down her barrier and she finally stopped ditching him to read a book.

After 3 months of talking and Damian following her around daily to make sure she was safe he finally asked her on a date.

She met him at the park during sundown. When she arrived there was a picnic blanket with a basket on it and a couple of cushions. She saw someone walk up to her from where they were sat by a tree and they gently grabbed her hand and led her to the set up.

“Do you like it?” Damian asked nervously. He knew that this date was what determined his future plans. She was his beloved even if she didn’t exactly know yet. If she didn’t like the date or found out she didn’t like him the same way he loved her than she would learn to with force and time or she could love the date and he will spend every moment of the day with her after he asks her to be his.

She smiled widely, liked it? She loved it! It was exactly like something out of a book. A grand romantic gesture.

He smirked at her smile and he just knew he was already successful in gaining her feelings. He noticed the shiny glint in her eyes.

“I love it Damian. Thank you.” She spoke smiled at him and leaned over to give him a hug making his heart spike with happiness.

They had a wonderful date and it resulted with a 2nd and 3rd one. Then he dropped the question and she couldn’t bring herself to say anything but yes.

Even as she noticed that some of the few friends she had distanced themselves from her after she agreed to be Damians girlfriend after the 3rd date.

Even when some of her romance books began to disappear, which is what really made her sad. Once she told Damian with tears in her eyes that a. Few of her books were missing he gave in and hid them in her room for her to find the next day.

That’s when something happens. Y/N’s father was killed in a police shooting after he had assisted the Joker himself on a robbery. Worst part was Y/N found out over the news.

Damian was very happy with the news of the death fo his beloveds dad. He found out about the abuse after he snuck in to her house the second time and heard a lock click with no Y/N in sight.

Damian told his father about the girl and Damian played his fathers weaknesses against him he told him that she was abused and that she needed help. She needed to be safe. That thing that convinced him finally was that Damian told Bruce that she was the one and Bruce’s eyes widened greatly before he moved into a smirk. Of course his son had found his beloved, Bruce was a Yandere too of course, where else would Damian have got the tendencies from? His mother Talia or his grandfather Ra’s? They both would be caught dead saying the four letter word.

That’s how Y/N was adopted by the Wayne’s.

That’s how she ended up staying in the room next to Damians.

That’s how she ended up being with him 24 hours a day, since he got his classes switched so he was in all of hers but when it was questioned it was for academic reasons.

Y/N was sad though. She had no friends other than Damian. Her father was dead, her mother was dead, she had no family. No matter how bad her father treated her all she could think was that she deserved the pain.

A month after the shooting Damians Yandere side began to progress. She wasn’t allowed out of the Manor without being accompanied by him if she was allowed to leave at all.

She had been taken out of school alongside Damian by Bruce at the request of his son who didn’t like that boys and girls were looking at his beautiful beloved.

He was obsessed with his love.

A few months after living in the manor, meeting everyone, and adjusting to Damians possessiveness and rules she was doing okay. She wouldn’t dare go against Damian after he had guilt tripped her after she said she wanted to be alone for awhile and take a walk. Damian was glad that she was so easily manipulated that she didn’t even attempt to fight his love. He had to protect her form the cruel world he had experienced first hand. Her kindness, innocence, and trusting nature would get her killed in Gotham. But there was nothing to worry about because he was there to protect her. He always would be.

But she grew slightly distant from Damian after she began reading the books in the Wayne Library. There was a whole room stocked shelf by shelf with books.

She had been in there reading a book where the main character was trained with a sword and was a Assassin but he fell in love with his target. That’s where Damian saw her after he had been searching for after he began to getting annoyed after being away from her for so long.

“What are you reading My Beloved?” She had gotten used to the nickname and would slightly blush at every use of it. It was another thing that seemed like it was straight out of a book, he was her knight in shining armor.

“It’s called His Mission, His Love. It’s about this dashing guy who can sword fight and is a very skilled Assassin. He falls in love with the girl he was supposed to assassinate for his group of assassins. But he failed it by falling in love. I haven’t found out what happens yet. He sort of reminds me of Finnick from that other book I told you about, Hunger games remember? Well he wields a trident and it looks super cool and...” she was cut off from Damian snatching the book from her hands and shutting it without even marking her page making her lose her page.

“Hey!” She cried out as he tossed the book across the room. He scowled when she yelled at him which result in him standing directly in front of her as she sat on the couch and he leaned down to her height the grabbed her chin making her face towards him instead of that insufferable book he had tossed across the room.

“You don’t need that book got it? You have me, and you only need me.” He spoke looking into her eyes as his face was only inches apart from her own.

“But...” she began to say. She loved books, it was nice to image the love. But she couldn’t exactly say she didn’t know the feeling for herself now after dating Damian. He had done so much for her to keep her safe and well after he father died.

“I can sword fight, I’m a assassin, I am even more handsome and richer than any character in those terribly pointless books. You don’t need them when you have me.”

She looked at him weirdly and that’s when he realized that in a fit of jealousy - over a book character- he admitted by secret he hadn’t told her yet.

“Assassin? Fighting? What are you taking about Damian.”

He rolled his eyes at her but explained.

“Isn’t it obvious? I’m Robin. My fathers batman, Graysons Nightwing, Todd is Red Hood, and Drake is Red Robin.” He watched as her eyes widened making him begin to lose himself in the beautiful eyes he loved so dearly.

“Really?” She said in disbelief but it did make sense. But that’s when she suddenly blushed at a thought and by the fact it took her so long to blush Damian was thinking that she was thinking back to her book character again as her eyes darted away from him coincidentally to where the book was.

“What are you thinking about My Beloved?” he demanded in a cool tone that was laced with jealously. He grip on her chin tighten a little more and his other hand laid on her waist.

She murmured something he couldn’t hear which was very surprising as he was so close to her.

“Repeat what you said but louder. Please” he spoke waiting for her to say she was thinkjnt about the assassin from her book but he wasn’t prepared for what she would say.

“I used to have a crush on Robin, he is my favorite.” She spoke then closed her eyes willing the blush that adorned her cheeks to disappear.

This would be the first time that Damian let out a huge smile and a slight laugh of disbelief.

“I pictured him... or well you as the character from my book because of the similarities.” She spoke still lightly dying from embarrassment which worsened when he scooped her up from the couch and into his arms before kissing her face multiple times while she laughed at the feeling. Then he sat down o the couch with her in his lap, not letting go as she tried to climb out of it.

“Stay here My Beloved. Why don’t I tell you real stories?”

And that was how Damian got jealous... over himself.

And how Y/N found out the identity’s of the Batman, Nightwing, Red Hood, Red Robin, and most of all Robin.

And it all started because of a book.

[writingfandomfeels]

Draco - Fun to Be Bad

Summary: You’re dared to steal a book from the restricted section at night, but a certain prefect catches you. Smut.

A/N: Another one that was accidentally deleted

“Okay, seriously, one of you has to choose dare one of these times, we can’t just play an entire game of Truth.” Your friend said. 

“Okay, okay. I’ll take a dare.” You volunteered. 

The group of girls in your dorm playing Truth or Dare began to brainstorm ideas. 

“I’ve got it!” Your friend piped up. “I dare you, to steal a book from the restricted section.” 

You contemplated the dare a moment before accepting and rising to the challenge. Quietly you crept out of your house’s dormitories, sneaking down the hallways leading to the library. Because it was after dark no one was wandering about, except maybe professors… which you desperately hoped you wouldn’t encounter. 

You made it to the library without a hitch. Success! As you walked toward the restricted section, you glanced over your shoulder to be sure. Suddenly you felt yourself bumping into another person. You turned to meet the cool blue eyes of Draco Malfoy. 

“And what business would you have lurking about the library at this hour Y/L/N?” Draco interrogated. 

“C’mon Draco, it’s just me, nobody is even around. There’s no need to be so formal.” You flirted, hoping he wouldn’t report you. “Besides, I only came on a dare. Surely you understand, right?” You took a step closer to him, giving your best angel face. It wasn’t hard for you to turn on the charm with him. Actually, you’d sort of been secretly seeing him lately. It was basically just the occasional snogging in abandoned classrooms or broom closets. You’d never discussed what it meant to either of you and it never escalated to more than just snogging due to lack of time, but tonight on the other hand… 

He stared at you a moment before he responded. “I understand, but as a Prefect I also have a responsibility to turn you in.” 

You sighed. “You’re right.” You said nodding your head. “But before you turn me in…” Leaning in, you gave him a teasing kiss. As you pulled away you had to smile at how he was noticeably flustered. 

“You… should go…” He mumbled, his gaze focused on your lips. 

You pressed your lips to his again. “But do you really want me to go?” You asked. 

His blue eyes trailed up and down your figure. You couldn’t help but notice him biting his lip a little as he stared at you. 

Wrapping your arms around his neck, you pressed your body to his. “Relax blondie, we won’t get caught.” You said inches away. You kissed him again. “And besides,” you whispered in his ear, “it can be fun to be bad.” Lightly you grazed his earlobe between your teeth, then slowly pulled away, watching as he tried to fight it but ultimately lost. 

“Oh forget this.” Unable to contain himself any longer he harshly crashed his lips against yours, embracing you in his arms. 

Slightly surprised by the sudden impact, your back hit against the bookcase behind you. 

Draco placed one hand against the bookshelf to lean on, the other found its way to the small of your back, pulling you closer to him. 

Your heart raced, feeling his body pressed against yours like this. 

His tongue slid in and out of your mouth as you kissed passionately. 

Desperate for more, your hands went to loosen his tie. Once loose enough, he pulled away from you for a second to take it off, along with his slytherin sweater vest, throwing both on the floor. From the way he was panting and moving, you could tell he wanted you just as bad as you wanted him. 

Immediately he returned to kissing you, squeezing your thighs, and biting your bottom lip a little. He began backing up, but keeping his hands tightly around your body, he brought you with him. You opened your eyes for a moment and looked to your left, as Draco moved to kissing and sucking your neck. You noticed he’d brought you over to one of the sections that had the tables in front of the shelves. 

“Jump up, love.” He whispered into your ear. 

Obediently you followed, jumping up so that you sat on the table. He stood with your legs on either side of him. You returned to french kissing while simultaneously undressing each other. By the time you’d finished the buttons of his white shirt, he’d undone your tie, the buttons of your cardigan, and had a few buttons of your blouse undone too. 

“You’re fast.” You commented. 

“Don’t worry Y/N, I take my time where it counts.” He winked with a cocky smile. 

You wanted to hate his arrogance but it only made you melt more. 

Draco finished taking off your blouse, licking his lips as he took a moment to stare at your chest. Confidently you smiled, feeling like a work of art on display. You brushed one bra strap off your shoulder, enticing him to continue undressing you. Once your bra had been tossed aside, you moved your mouth to his neck and the top of his chest, moaning softly against his skin as he massaged your breasts. 

After a moment, he pulled back, changing things up. Slowly he ran his hand underneath your skirt and up your inner thigh, boldly keeping eye contact with you. 

The heat radiated from between your legs as your body begged for him to inch closer. 

Teasingly he slowly ran his hand up your space and over your panties, before hooking a finger over the top of them and tugging them off. Although he wore an arrogant smile, you felt like you sensed the slightest hint of caution behind his eyes. After all, you two had never made it this far before. 

“Touch me.” You whispered the encouragement and he promptly obliged. 

Without any notice, he plunged a finger into you, causing you to gasp at the sudden fulfillment. 

“That too much for you princess?” He asked, his voice cheeky, though he did honestly want to know. 

He had perfectly found your g-spot and was already sending pulsing waves of pleasure through your body. You could hardly hear him over the sensations. 

Managing to shake your head, you muttered out a distracted,“Uh uh. Keep going.” 

Following your request he moved his other hand to begin rubbing your clit. 

You moaned and put your hand behind his neck, pulling him closer to you. Sloppily you kissed him in gratitude as he continued to take you higher. You felt yourself growing more and more sensitive, with each thrust of his fingers. 

Pulling away from your mouth, he brought himself down to kiss your other lips. He continued to finger you while simultaneously licking and sucking on your clit. 

Your hand fell to his blond hair, brushing the white strands away from his face and feeling the softness against your skin. Instinctively you pulled a little at his hair as you came closer and closer, feeling yourself tightening around his fingers rhythmically. But just as you felt like he was about to send you over the edge, he pulled away, stopping completely. 

“What the hell do you think you’re doing!” You shot at him angrily. 

He began unzipping his dark trousers. “Not yet darling. Not until I say so.” 

You shook your head at him, the mixed feelings of arousal and anger swirling together like the perfect toxic concoction. “You sick bastard.” 

“I know you love it.” 

You hated to admit it but he was absolutely right. You’d never had anyone deny your orgasm before and although it was infuriating it also thrilled you. 

“Ready for this, love?” He asked, lightly teasing your entrance with his tip. 

You were sick of the buildup now. You wanted the grand finale more than anything at this point. 

“Just fucking make me cum already Malfoy.” You demanded, no desire to play coy. 

He smirked, and pushed into you. You let out a breathy sigh as you welcomed the feeling of being full again. Methodically he began pushing in, deep, then shallow, never giving you quite enough. The fucking tease. 

“Please, more.” You were practically begging. 

“More? Like… this?” He groaned, angling himself to thrust in much deeper than he had been. 

You shot your head back in response, letting out an erotic cry. 

“Shh,” He hushed, covering your mouth with his hand. “Mustn’t be loud in the library. That’s against the rules.” 

“And this, isn’t?” You added between quick breaths. 

Draco smiled devilishly. 

You wrapped your legs around his torso, all of your muscles tensing as the feelings built back up again. Slightly surprising you, he brought his thumb back to your clit, applying pressure in rhythm with the motion of your hips. 

You moaned again, trying to keep yourself quiet, though it was a difficult feat. He pressed his lips to yours again, kissing you passionately as your bodies lurched together. The muscles inside you contracted more violently and you felt yourself start to lose control. 

“Draco, I-” you started but got immediately cut off by the explosion of euphoria. Letting out a sharp cry, you squeezed his bicep with your hand as you felt the long awaited release. He grunted as he thrust a few more times before feeling it himself. You let your upper body flop forward into his arms, resting your head on his shoulder as you both panted, holding each other. 

“Still planning on turning me in?” You asked flirtily. 

Draco chuckled. “You should probably get back to your dorm before anyone else catches you. I’m sure they wouldn’t be as understanding as me.” 

He helped you collect your clothes and you separated in the halls. 

Once nearly back to your dorm you cursed, smacking your forehead. 

“Damn it. Forgot the book,” you sighed. 

[fire-emblem-drabbles]

For the monster requests, what about vampire timeskip Dimitri who's been starving himself of blood or something like that?

Pairing: Vampire! Dimitri x Reader

Prompt: Vamp Dimi but is idiot and won’t drink blood

Description: Friday, September 13th, 2019. The moon is full and the evening is full of magic. And yet, you’re stuck in a basement masquerading as an Italian restaurant. As if sensing your boredom (or perhaps the lack of customers) your manager sets you free. So, in the cool air of the upcoming fall, you walk home, deciding that the gross bandage covering your unfortunate cooking cut had to go, not realizing, in the dark of night alone, you would begin to bleed. Profusely. Still at least a half-mile from home and all alone in the dim light of a street post all you can do is attempt to stop the bleeding lest if get all over you and your uniform…

Content Warning: Vampires, blood drinking, mentions of stalking/attacking, dubious consent (I swear this is cute though)

Rating: sfw

Word Count: 2090

Notes: Me, walking home from work today: Damn how tragic that a mysterious, attractive vampire isn’t here to help me deal with my bleeding thumb. also me, now galaxy brained: Hey wait a fucking minute

Oh before I forget if anyone cares for it I might make a part two bc ya girl is always touch starved!!!

Edited: 6/7/21; holy shit I’m so glad I don’t work there any more lmao

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“Just when I thought this night couldn’t get slower,” You sighed, looking down at the tablet before you. It was hardly even 9 pm yet you barely had any reservations left at the restaurant despite it being a Friday. At this rate, your manager was going to cut someone loose soon; either you, or your co-worker.

“Oh, hey John” You looked up as your co-worker greeted your manager.

“Hey you two,” He grinned weirdly wide for the situation. “It’s pretty slow right now, so it looks like one of you is free to go,” He smiled and watched as the two of you looked at one another.

“Ahh well, I don’t have many hours this week…” She frowned. You nodded, remembering earlier in the evening she had explained needing to pay for court fees.

“Ah damn, guess its me then.” You frowned but weren’t all that upset. You would have loved more hours but if someone had to leave you would take it.

“Cool, cool!” Your manager grinned. “You’re free to go then, _____, enjoy your evening.”

“I’ll try” You smiled but it didn’t reach your eyes. It was a nice evening out but you would have to walk a little over a mile home by yourself. You hummed softly to the cheesy old pop music, going about clocking out and gathering your things to leave. Your roommates were busy tonight and the bus would be at least another half hour, so it looked like you were walking home this evening.

Finally out the door after giving your goodbyes, you supposed it could be worse; autumn was coming, offering its cool evening wind to the word and you could feel the magic in the air. The moon was full and bright as you stepped up and out of the basement the restaurant you worked at up to the busy plaza around it. It was a Friday night after all, a special one though, since it was Friday the 13th! People seemed cheerful to be out on such a pleasant evening and you decided if you had to walk any day, you were glad it was this one.

The walk went about as it usually did for the first half, you keeping to yourself as you walked out of of the busy plaza towards the apartments outside of it. Your left thumb pulsed, sending you an unfortunate reminder of the cooking accident you had yesterday; while cutting potatoes for homemade chicken noodle soup you were careless and sliced right into your thumb. Luckily, none of it got on the food and you ended up being fine but it was deep enough and on a weird part of your thumb that band-aids usually couldn’t stop the bleeding alone and felt weird on it. Not only that, it made I hard to text or play games. With much joy, you realized now that you were off work, you could rip the weird blue bandage that covered it off. So you did just that, ripping it off and throwing it in the nearest trash can. You walked a bit longer, where the streetlights got further between one another and the roads a little quieter. It was then, you realized, your thumb had decided to bleed; profusely at that. With a sigh, you held the offending digit in your mouth as you dug through your purse, stopping under a street light to find the tissues you kept in there. With one hand it was hard to look and even harder to dig it out but eventually you did, wrapping the tip of your thumb and around with the tissue and applying pressure with your pointer, hoping to stop the bleeding. While you did get it squared away eventually it refused to stop bleeding; you weren’t too worried about it, it would have to soon enough but it was sure annoying to keep the pressure on it. Bleeding while walking alone on a Friday evening wasn’t your idea of fun. Still, you marched on in hopes of reaching your apartment to properly take care of this stupid cut.

Unbeknownst to you, you weren’t quite alone this evening. Ever since you had begun bleeding he had been following you. Stalking you. He knew better than to attack some poor defenseless human; he had sworn to himself never to do it again. But dark forces were at work tonight; the pull of the full moon, the magic of Friday the 13th and you, stumbling down the street bleeding and none the wiser. It all worked against him and Dimitri couldn’t help himself as he slinked ever closer towards you looking for the opportune moment to strike.

You were in that little gap of darkness between streetlights, where anything could happen. No cars lit you up and no sound broke the slight tapping of your shoes against the concrete. You lifted your hand and paused a moment, hoping that your thumb had stopped bleeding. To your great chagrin, it had not and was, in fact, bleed more than it usually did when you upset it. With a sigh, you lifted your hand preparing to press your thumb your lips, preparing to keep your thumb in your mouth while you once again dug for your tissues. But you never got that far because your wrist was caught in someone’s hand. Your breath hitched as you were pulled against something solid, yet cold. A chest, you could infer, because soon after a sultry voice was whispering in your ear.

“Forgive me for what I’m about to do,” You were left unable to reply as you were spun to face your assailant; the light from the streetlamp behind you did little to show his features, merely crown his tall figure in a glow of old yellow light. He was blonde you could see, his hair up in some sort of half ponytail. Unable to fight his strength and finding yourself unable to scream you could only gape in shock as he lifted your hand, now dripping with your blood as you left your cut uncovered, and licked the blood freely flowing down your palm and the side of your thumb. He licked the cut and an involuntary shiver went through you as your eyes met; strangely, you noted he wore an eye patch. After that unprompted lick, he spoke once more, keeping your gaze as he spoke again. “May I… continue?” There was a hunger in his gaze, a look in that one baby blue eye you couldn’t say no too. Not trusting your voice to stay steady in this situation, you merely nodded dumbly watching in amazement as he held your hand to delicately and brought your thumb to his lips. His gentle touch was in stark contrast to the grip he had on your hip, holding you snug against him as he did… whatever it was he was doing. The situation was beyond strange, you had to admit but a strange sense of euphoria washed over you as this even stranger man drank your blood. Soon, the long moment passed and with a small hiss as his lips rose, you realized that where your cut was was clean. The only thing that remained was a strange, warm feeling and a little pink scar where it once was.

“Uhh,” The words lamely left your mouth as you looked from your hand back to the man, who was licking his lips and trying his best to look like he wasn’t blushing. Vaguely, you got the sense you knew what was happening here but not wanting to seem or sound as crazy as you felt you stayed silent, hoping your assailant, err companion? Whoever he was, you hoped he would have some sort of explanation. Things were too crazy for you right now and rather than dig yourself deeper into the pit you were in you stood silent, watching the many emotions pass through his face.

“I…” His voice was so soft, so low, it was hard to catch even in the still of the night. “I apologize, I was so rash and I-I…” The blush on his face seemed to deepen, for reasons unfathomable to you but you dared not question them. Despite not trying to be intimidating, due to his sheer size and power you were effectively intimidated and let him continue. “I shouldn’t have done that and yet… I find I cannot stop.” He brought your hand he still held to his cheek, pressing it against his cold skin. It was funny how the most intimate you had been with someone was a mere stranger but you supposed nothing bonded two people together like bloodletting in the city suburbs.

“I’m sorry but… I’m so lost…” You hadn’t even noticed your free hand was trapped between the two of you until now, curling loosely against his nice dress shirt.

“I… am Dimitri,” Lovely, if you ever got out of this situation you could tell the police the name of the attractive man who drank your blood and stole your heart. “And I… normally don’t do this but tonight just made the perfect storm for me to come and…” He shivered at the thought of his own actions  “…attack you.” He shook his head, looking distraught. “Even now, the taste of your blood stains my tongue, the smell of you burns my nose…” Dimitri leaned in as if to confirm this, his lips hovering just above the junction of your neck and shoulder “Please, stop me.” His words were so low. You held your breath, unsure what to do, what to say.

“V-vampire?” The word tumbles out of your mouth, uneven and rough. He sharply pulled back and you gasp, looking at his face once more.

“Are you that surprised?” His smile was wry, his chuckle dry.

“Right, right,” You didn’t know what you were doing or why but you laughed awkwardly, using your free hand to brush back some of your bangs in any attempt to find some control in this situation. “I’m uh, _____.” You added, suddenly unable to look his way. He still held you close, as if he didn’t know any better or any other way. “So um… I’m guessing you err, didn’t get your fill?” You smiled but Dimitri was quick to notice it was forced.

“Don’t feel obligated to me out of fear.” He frowned and made move to let you go but decided against it and decided to instead give you a small squeeze. “What I did was wrong and should be treated as such…” You cut him off.

“No I… don’t think its that.” You frowned, a blush covering your face as you come to terms with the real reason you wanted this to continue. “It’s just um… well, it feels nice. You feel nice holding me.” The both of you stared at one another wide-eyed, shocked at the words that left your mouth. “And um well, you know… it’s dangerous for a girl to be walking alone at this time of night.” You giggled a bit. “So… maybe you could help me home and in return, we could do this in a more comfortable setting?” Once more shocked, it took Dimitri a moment to process the words you said and even longer to find a proper reply to them.

“You… want me to walk you home?” He said softly.

“And come in, if you’d like.” You smiled.

“After what I did…” he began but you stopped him.

“Well, you actually helped me.” You laughed. “That cut was super annoying at best and now that it’s gone I feel a lot better.” You smiled warmed him possibly more than the first taste of your blood did. “So, help me again… and maybe I can help you in return?” You said. Dimitri wasn’t one to simply let a woman go when she asked for his help but he still felt wrong you were so freely offering him what he had long since denied himself. “Please?” The hand you had pressed against his chest fell as he went to move away but he paused at your mumbled please, giving you the chance to catch his hand in your own.

“I… suppose that would be alright.” Dimitri had blushed countless times this evening but not so much as he was now as you lead him down the darkened street towards your apartment. The night was still young and he didn’t know what it would hold but he found that for once, he was looking forward to this.

[whathelluci]

Seven Minutes in Heavenly Morning

Summary: The first time they sleep together, it’s not how they imagined it would be. Post 2x13 AU where they didn’t find out that Chloe is a miracle (for less drama cause apparently i’m still salty about what-might-have-beens)

You can also read it at AO3

Word Count: 3k+

Rating: T for slight smut and language

AN: This took me and my lazy procrastinating ass forever but I did it. My first 1k+ word count and first time writing a bit of smut. Please let me know how I did!

It’s rare for Chloe to sleep in, being a hardworking mother with a job, even on her occasional day offs. And in this quiet morning it feels like she just had the best dreamless sleep she’s had in a long time.

But years of routine woke her into consciousness. Half her brain drowsily reminds her to get ready for work, but Chloe uncharacteristically resists, giving herself a couple more minutes and nestles in deeper in her bed. Her wonderfully warm bed… that is breathing in and out under her…?

Her eyes slowly open, a bit disoriented when she doesn’t sense the familiarity of her bedroom. She’s actually in the living room, lying on the couch, with –

Lucifer.

Her memory fits the puzzles into place of last night. Trixie was at a sleepover with a friend. Maze’s bounty-hunting kept her busy and away. She had the apartment to herself and the elation of solving a case with Lucifer hadn’t subsided so she invited him in.

In all honesty, Chloe had hoped they would end the night in her bedroom. She and Lucifer had been stoking the flames going on between them. She would flirt headfirst, his reaction turning in shocked disbelief then eventually in delight and respond in kind. He quickly caught on to her motives, not having to use his mojo game when she’s practically being so obvious. It didn’t go as she hoped for when he teased with her emotions, leaning into her personal space, lips a breath too far, the lust in his eyes drilling a hole in her head, then backed off leaving her frustrated. She supposed it was a bit of payback for all the times she rejected him.  But Chloe was not having it, not when she finally wants him in return. 

So during a case she raised her chin up, glared at the Devil in the eye and wagered for a kiss if she gets to catch the killer first. Lucifer accepted but he kept looking at her weirdly the whole time, eyes a thousand miles away. He may have been holding back and letting her win but sprang into action at the last minute out of nowhere and caught the suspect by the throat. After that he escorted her home, with them bantering back and forth on who actually won, which didn’t matter in the end when Lucifer still ravaged her mouth that left them both breathless. 

He stopped there despite her whined protest. “Darling, you’re being quite the sore loser. You lost and I still gave you a delectably generous kiss for free. I don’t think I heard you wagering anything more than that.” he teased, eyeing her ruffled hair and swollen lips. 

He didn’t look any better, or, he even looked more ravishing than ever, the smug bastard.

She looks up at the man in question. His unkept hair showing his adorable curls, lips thin and pink. In all there time together, Chloe has seen Lucifer in a whirlwind of emotions: with shameless flirtation, with uncontrollable fury, with exuberant glee in his eyes making him look young and immature for his age, then with haunted sorrow from experiences of the past that makes him look too ancient. And in their moments where he seems to allow himself, accepting to be vulnerable around her, with her, looking at her wonderstruck.

Unfortunately, they never made it even remotely close to the bedroom. Lucifer got distracted peeking around her stuff and found her old movie collection and gleefully insisted they watch it together. And there they were on the couch, snacking on popcorn and Cool Ranch Puffs, Lucifer’s commentaries had her laughing her head off until they both had to lean on each other, sides aching.

Chloe couldn’t remember how they ended up like this: with her practically on top of him, head nestled on his chest. Lucifer’s tall form couldn’t accommodate into the length of the couch so his knees were bent up, their legs tangled. His one arm around her waist holding her close, the other pillowing his head; his body is unnaturally warm keeping her comfortably toasted from the cool room temperature.

And this one she suspects no one has took the time to appreciate, the serenity of sleep in his face, free from the weight of everything, and he’s absolutely breathtaking. Chloe wishes he could be like this more often, no walls or masks, and hopes one day he would finally trust her enough to let her in. 

She commits him to memory and lies back down again to hear his heartbeat in her ear, her growing desire to bask in the morning with him fighting against her practicality to get the day started, but Lucifer is already stirring awake under her, unconsciously rubbing her back up and down and Chloe tries her best not to purr. 

She meets his eyes when they blear open and she is stunned motionless by the unguarded way he’s looking at her. Her heart starts racing violently, this did not go the way she had imagined. Chloe had planned to rip his shirt off and drag him to bed and have raging hot sex with him and instead they’re sleeping intimately on the couch still fully clothed and he’s looking at her the way a serious boyfriend would look at his girlfriend in the morning and she’s still not sure that he would consider having a monogamous relationship with anyone, particularly with her.

Lucifer doesn’t take notice on her internal monologue freak-out and seems to snap out of it. He confusingly looks around the apartment and settles back to her, eyes caught in headlights.

“I, um… good morning?” His voice is rough with sleep, chest rumbling under her.  

“Good morning.”

“Uh, how did we…?” His stuttering grounds her back and makes her grin.

“We fell asleep.”

“Well, that’s evident considering our current… predicament.” 

Chloe hums, she places her palms on his chest to rest her chin on. He’s incredibly flustered and it’s adorable. He still looks uncomfortably confused she thinks there’s more to it than accidentally falling asleep together.

“This doesn’t usually happen…”

“What, waking up with a woman on a couch? I bet you’ve done that loads of times.” She tries to keep her tone light. In another time, she was used to him being intimate with other people, but now it has her stomach growl for territory.

“Yes, but, you know, I slept with them. But I have never… slept with them.” For a suave club owner who could make girls swoons with just the way of his words, he can’t find them right now, but she finally gets it.

“Oh.”

Chloe probably would never solve all the mysteries of Lucifer Morningstar, the details of his past he could never hope to outrun no matter how hard he tries, the secrets he shares with his therapist that he might never tell her, which she tries to convince herself that it’s fine. She’s already accepted all of him. She can relate of not ever wanting to talk about painful histories, but she takes every moment to let him know that she’s there for him. But he avoids them with excessive partying, drinking, sex and women.  

She likes to think that Lucifer working with the LAPD is doing him good, that it’s his way of fighting against the demons in his head, though they’ll never really be gone. And she likes to think, hopes, that with the new friends he made: Linda, Ella, even Dan, her, is helping him find home here in Los Angeles when it seems like he didn’t have it with his family.

And lately, he’s gravitating closer to her. Chloe thinks about her earlier thoughts about him doing monogamy. He’s had sex with a lot of people but never actually had any emotional intimacy with them. Then it’s the complete opposite when it comes with her, ‘Granny Panties Decker’ Maze likes to call her. She and Lucifer had several of their so-called moments, but they haven’t had sex… yet. 

The thing between them, what they have, maybe it’s a first for him. 

As she’s contemplating all of this, he’s still staring at her with uncertainty, in silent desperation to hold on to her, unsteady. He’s completely out of his element. And Chloe gazes back to her partner who has come to be her best friend and knows they’ll make it as long as they have each other’s back. She thinks of comfort and company and silly tunes of Heart and Soul, nostalgic sandwiches and wet tears in expensive shirts from hugs, burgers and fries, calming waves and worthy partners, heart monitors and warm hands and reassurances of you and I, surprise glad-you’re-not-dead dinners and soft brown eyes and I’m-so-glad-you’re-okay kisses.

In some ways, this is a first for her, too.

And she’s looking forward in figuring it out with him.

Chloe consoles him with a smile, she’s kept him waiting long enough. “Well, there’s a first time for everything, right?”

She’s gotten pretty good at reading him now. And ever since there was the mere concept of them his reaction is always the same, with completed disbelief, as if with all his attempts to seduce her he’d gotten used to getting a no from her. And now he stares at her with that look again, like he’s never met a woman like her before, lips widening to a grin and eyes sparkling. And every time the butterflies in her stomach multiplies and makes her want to kiss him.

She’s already leaning towards him, noses touching, but he suddenly tenses up and stops her. “Right, not that I don’t enjoy ‘sleeping’ with you, shouldn’t we get up and get ready for work?”

Chloe blinks. The euphoria in her chest deflates. Right. They have to get to work, and she has to pick Trixie up from school later. They’ve already wasted a bit of time just lying here. And for Lucifer to suggest that instead of they get to a more comfortable sleeping arrangement like in her bed. Really, it’s like he’s avoiding having sex with her.

She huffs getting up, stretching her stiff limbs when Lucifer grunts under her. She’s about to ask when she feels her leg brushes up against his…oh. Oh shit.

Lucifer tightly shuts his eyes as he grips her hips to stop her, either from moving away or getting closer, she can’t tell. 

It’s just one slide away to sitting directly on top of him. Chloe smirks. For once, she has the upper hand, and moves to join them together where they’re both aching, and grinds down. Even still fully clothed, they gasp at the friction.

“Shouldn’t we take care of this first?” she teases, rubbing his chest, his stomach.

“Nope. I’m fine.” he says through gritted teeth.

“Really? Because it feels like you’re having a hard time down there.” Chloe keeps her hips moving, both pulsing against each other.

Lucifer glares up at her, irises darkened with lust. “Ooh, you naughty little minx.” he growls through his teeth.

“What’s the matter? Can’t handle it?” she gloats. She’s loving her control over him. But it’s short-lived when his gaze turns feral.  

Lucifer sits up so fast, gluing their fronts together, he pushes her hips down while raising his, causing harder friction. Chloe moans, clawing his back.

“Is that another wager, darling?” he blows hot breath in her ear. She shudders at the endearment. “I think I have half a mind of taking you right here on this bloody couch for a round or three and then we’ll see who couldn’t handle it.”

He suddenly stops their movements. “But I’m not going to do that.”

Chloe furrows her brows. Is he seriously going to leave her like this? But he keeps going.

Lucifer pulls back to touch their foreheads together, the hunger in his eyes is still there, but there’s a soft brown that shakes her like thunder.

“When I finally get to have you, what I plan to do with you, I want to take my precious time getting to know all of you…” He slips his hands under her shirt.

“I want to have all the time in the world getting to know every freckle, every scar…” 

His voice turns deep and gravelly. Heat radiates from his touch as he reaches up to caress her shoulder where her bullet scar is. She in turn unconsciously places her palms gently on his back, just between his shoulder blades, but neither notices.

“Every sweet spot that makes you sing…”

Each word has her losing oxygen in her lungs. Dropping his head down to her neck, he sinks his teeth in. Chloe gasps.

The Devil whispers temptation and sin in her ear.

“Scream.”

He flips them over so she’s the one resting on the cushions with him directly above her. He then proceeds to kiss the living daylights out of her, and Chloe eagerly returns it. She cups his face in her hands as their lips glide. His kisses are intoxicating. Her body is buzzing with pleasure, she clenches her thighs around his waist to have him closer.

Their tongues slide so deliciously against each other that she doesn’t feel Lucifer popping her pants open. Sliding a hand in, slipping past her underwear, he finally touches her where she’s aching.

Chloe breaks their kiss to cry out. Head tilted back, Lucifer sucks on her exposed neck. She pants at the stimulation, gripping him tight. She grinds on his fingers, needing more.

Lucifer lifts his lips up to whisper more in her ear, asking her how she wants it, but she just moans, his voice melting her. Taking that as an answer, he puts two fingers in.

She muffles her scream in his shoulder, but he softly grips her hair to pull her back and looks her in the eye. “I want to hear you.” he whispers. She can’t help but whimper when his fingers move in and out faster, her legs shaking. He starts grinding himself on her pelvis and his thumb rubs her, hard.

He starts talking again, but she can’t focus on anything else but the pleasure he’s giving her. She’s so close. Then, one word registers to her mind, she hears her name on his lips. 

“Chloe.” 

And that’s it. Her back arches as she screams his name. Explosions bursts behind her eyes. His fingers keep going as he prolongs her climax. She whimpers and grips his shirt and he lets her cover her face in his chest, catching her breath.     

Chloe looks up to see Lucifer raising his palm to his mouth, licking off the wetness while staring at her with the most sexual gaze and she fucking swears she’s already wet again.

“And that was just a little teaser, love. Just wait for the main event when I finally get to have you in so many ways you will scream your throat bloody raw.”

Her body shivers in anticipation. He’s already figured out that whispering dirty promises in her ear and calling her nicknames turns her on.

“And that’s not even the best part. You get to top me anytime you want.”

At that, her mind replays a faded memory, a fantasy of passion on top of a piano, on a different couch, dragging down a devilish man by his horns.

Lucifer grabs her waist and lifts them both up to stand, she holds on to him her legs shaking from her high. They’re both a mess, clothes wrinkled and hair sticking out all over the place, his curls more prominent. He buttons her pants back in place, she flushes when his fingers brush her stomach, and straightens down her shirt. Now that they finally unstuck themselves from the couch, Chloe doesn’t want to let go of him just yet. Mind slightly cleared, she sees the tent in his pants is still there. She was so caught up with him pleasuring her with just his mouth and fingers that he didn’t get to relieve himself.

“Um, shouldn’t we…?” Minutes ago she was teasing him about it, now she’s suddenly shy.

He peers down at her, mischief in his eyes. She had figured a long time ago nothing ever comes good with that look. He holds her chin up and caresses her bottom lip with his thumb. It’s still moist.

“I’m sure we’ll think of something, love.”

Chloe shudders.

Some time later, she’s eating the omelet Lucifer has cooked for her while she took a shower (“It’ll be more fun if we shower together.” “How original, Detective.”), feeling refreshed wearing clean clothes. It doesn’t say the same for her partner. Lucifer had declined using her bathroom (“It’s not like I haven’t done the walk of shame, darling.”), opting to freshen up back at his place after they have breakfast together.

Speaking of, he’s eating across from her and she’s tries to take short peeks at him when she thinks he’s not looking. Lucifer casually cooking and having breakfast with her, that’s what usually couples do. It’s possibly the most normal thing they ever done together.

“You want some orange juice?”

“I think I’ve rejuvenated myself with some intoxicating juice earlier, love.” he says with a wink. He bites down his omelet showcasing his teeth without breaking eye contact. He chuckles when her face burns red.

Chloe’s halfway thinking of getting back at him by trailing her foot up his leg under the table and work him back up again when they hear the door open and close with a slam and Maze walks in.

“Maze!” Lucifer exclaims.

Chloe flops her foot back down, not feeling the same sentiment as she slumps down in her seat. The little bubble of just her and Lucifer popped too early for her before he even left.

“Hey, Maze.” she says feebly.

Maze is wearing her usual suggestive leather get-up when she stops short when she sees them, eyes flicking between them. Her eyebrows furrow and a frown starts to appear on her lips.

Lucifer doesn’t notice her silence and continues on. “So, how was your nightly hunt? I’d love to know how you caught your wretched bounty this time.”

Maze doesn’t answer, still scrutinizing them both. Though Lucifer groomed himself he’s still in his wrinkled suit and Chloe wonders if Maze is already figuring out why he’s here so early in the morning. She finally settles to glare at him.

“You. Out.”

“What?!” Chloe and Lucifer asks.

She doesn’t take her eyes off him. “You heard me.”

Lucifer sputters. “But – but I haven’t finished my omelet -”

“I don’t care. Out. Or I’ll make you.”

But Maze is already gripping his elbow and bodily drags him out of his chair and to the door with unbelievable strength and speed. Lucifer can’t do anything but helplessly look back at Chloe. She rushes to them, but Maze already has him out of the apartment and slams the door on his face.

“Maze.” Chloe chides her. There was a muffled “Mazikeen!” behind the door. Maze just shrugs and leaves them.

Chloe sighs and opens the door. She sees Lucifer fixing himself as best as he can, sighing as well.

“Well, it’s no fun anymore when a demon spoils the morning,” he mutters, but looks up to smile at her anyway. “Raincheck, darling?”

She pouts. “I’ll see you later, then?” she asks hopefully, reaching for his arm and then thinks, of course she will, they work together. She’s just being clingy after being so close to him the whole night.

He grins wider and grasps her back. “Tall non-fat almond milk latte with sugar-free caramel drizzle.”

“And no vodka this time.” she playfully reminds him.

“No promises.” he retorts back.

She giggles. They both lean at the same time for a kiss. Chloe smiles into it, heart fluttering. The last touch between them is the tips of their fingers.

She watches him go until he’s out of sight, the atmosphere suddenly feels empty. Cold. She shakes her head and closes the door and turns back to the kitchen to see Maze in Lucifer’s previous spot eating the rest of his omelet. She’s staring at her.

“How was it?” Maze asks, mouth full.

“How was what?” Chloe asks back. She drinks her coffee, already knowing where this is going.

“I think you know what I mean, Decker.”

“I think I don’t know what you think you mean, Maze.”

“You had sex with him, didn’t you?”

“And what gave you that idea?”

Maze rolls her eyes and scoffs. “Please, I don’t have to be a detective to figure out that Lucifer slept the night here, Decker, he looked like a fucking rat’s nest. I can analyze post-sex better than you do at a crime scene. Not to mention, don’t think I missed you playing footsie when I came in. And it’s not a coincidence that you’re wearing a turtleneck of all days to hide, I don’t know, a hickey, maybe?”  

The more Maze listed off the deeper Chloe lowers her face behind her mug, cheeks burning.

“But that’s not just it, isn’t it?” Maze leaned over the table to squint at her. “You’re still sexually frustrated. Which means he just left you with enough satisfaction but he never did the deed and finally put his dick in your pussy. Or up your ass.”

“Maze!” Chloe says automatically, but there’s no eight-year-old kid around to hear it.

Maze just smirks. “Am I right or am I right?”

How Maze could know all that she doesn’t want to know. Chloe could just deny it more or say it’s none of her business, but she’d been so frustrated the last two weeks of Lucifer leaving her hanging.

She hangs her head and sighs deeply. “Yeah, you’re right.”

“Fingers or tongue?”

“I am not going to answer that, Maze.”

She shrugs and leans back, taking another mouthful. “It’s not like him, though. Seriously, he stopped bringing strippers over to his place. I don’t get why he hasn’t boned you ‘til you can’t walk your way to work.”

Chloe silently agrees and thinks about his promise earlier and wonders when he’ll get to it.

She’s about to leave when her phone buzzes and sees a text from Lucifer.

I had a wonderful time ‘sleeping’ with you, Detective. I have better ‘sleeping’ arrangements at my penthouse the next time you want to get more cuddly with me. I have no qualms of you screaming my roof off. No one to interrupt us this time. It’ll be just you and me. ‘Sleeping’ together.

The text ends with a devil emoji. Chloe can’t help but laugh at his quotations, shaking her head. Her heart jumps in elation.

“I wanna hear all about it!” Maze calls.

Probably not, but Chloe sends her a smile over her shoulder anyway. She closes the door and heads over to her car, debating the whole way whether or not she’ll reply if she and Lucifer could do it on a weekend.  

[rashenditrash]

Boy Meets Girl (Voltron)

[A silly idea I got after thinking about my two fave characters from Voltron: Legendary Defender, with an opening inspired by 500 Days of Summer, one of my favourite movies - speed write, so forgive the roughness.  I hope someone enjoys]

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This is a story of boy meets girl. The boy, Takashi Shirogane, of the planet Earth, grew up believing that he'd never truly be happy until the day he left earth and sped off into the stars. This belief stemmed from the knowledge that a chronic illness would one day ground him forever, and a deep insatiable longing for the beyond. 

The girl, Honerva of the planet Altea, also yearned for the beyond. For most of her life, she'd only loved two things. The first was the thrill using her skills of invention to create something entirely new to the world.  The second was how easily she could destroy her own creations and feel nothing. 

Shiro meets Honerva soon after being abducted by Galra soldiers during a mission to the moon Kerberos. Honverva knows almost immediately, that he is who she’s been searching for. 

This is a story of boy meets girl, but you should know upfront, this is not a love story.

Honerva was born over ten thousand years ago, on the planet Altea.  Though not of noble birth, she quickly rose to prominence as one of Altea’s great alchemic minds, rivaled only by the royal Prince Alfor, who alone possessed knowledge of the mysteries of Oriande.  From an early age, Honerva knew she was destined for greatness, that even without the power and privilege bestowed so freely upon Alfor, she would one day be responsible for unravelling the deep secrets of the universe.  

Shiro was born a great deal less time ago.  Like Honerva, he too was a gifted individual from an early age - excelling at both athletics and academics, while showing a natural talent for leadership.  By day, Shiro, through his talent, hard work, and dedication, proved himself to be one the best and brightest of his peers.  At night, Shiro would look up at the sky, and dream of the worlds that might exist for him to explore out there.  

Neither the boy, nor the girl, were any strangers to love.  For Honerva, it was a close friend of Prince Alfor, Zarkon, Emperor of Daibazaal.  At first, the Galra Leader was an amusing annoyance, constantly intruding on her work of understanding the mysteries of Quintessance.  However, over time, she came to appreciate Zarkon’s company.  Unlike Alfor, who was at times brash and arrogant, and at others overcome by useless sentiment, Zarkon was a figure of seeming unending strength and resolve.  He was a true leader, moreso than the Altean Prince could ever aspire to be, and in his deep strength, discipline, and determination, Honerva found a match for her own resolve.  

For Shiro, it was Adam, a man who, despite sharing many of Shiro’s dreams and asipirations, could keep him grounded.  A man who made him want to be the best in truth, not just in reputation.  A man who cared for him enough to ask him to give up his dreams to save his life.  

But Shiro loved his dreams more than he loved Adam.  With the impending doom of an illness that would forever steal his dreams from him, Shiro, once eternally patient, now a brash and desperate thing, scrambled to take advantage of his last chance to be out in the stars. He told himself he could patch things up with Adam when he returned home, but part of him knew Adam meant it when he said he wouldn’t be there when Shiro got back.  

As much as Honerva loved Zarkon, she too chose her dreams over love.  After all, what was the warmth of Zarkon’s strong arms compared to the twin pain and pleasure of Quintessence coursing through her body, or the divine euphoria of creating new life which millenias of evolution had not yet developed?  Even as she became pregnant with her first child, Honerva refused to let her research be stopped, determined to unwind the secrets of the cosmos.  

After all, if Alfor could use those secrets to create Voltron, what wonders could she create?  

After Shiro was captured by the Galra, he was brought to fight in an arena for the entertainment of his new masters.  Though he lacked the natural and artificial enhancements of his competitors, Shiro excelled, beating every enemy arrogant enough to stand against him, earning the epithet of “Champion”.  

Even champions meant little to Honerva, now called Haggar.  After all, by this time Haggar had slipped beyond death’s door, and returned to life with newfound power.  She occupied an honoured position at the apex of an entire order of students of Quintessance and the workings of life and death, and at the right hand of the Emperor of most of the known Universe.  A skilled combatant from a backwater planet should have been nothing to a woman capable of creating living weapons with the ability to destroy entire worlds in an instant?  

And yet, the Champion wasn’t nothing.

Maybe it was the look in his cool eyes as the flashed up and down his opponents, taking in weaknesses and strengths alike to calculate their inevitable end, the precision with which he dispatched each foe, or maybe the wild beating of a heart that would not give up, no matter the odds.  Whatever it was, the Champion caught the eye of Haggar the witch, and their meeting set both on a path that would change their lives forever.  

“A pity,” Haggar said, lifting the Champion’s arm as she inspected it, “That such power will be lost to you before you have reached your prime.    You had potential to be a great weapon for the Galra.  Instead, you will continue to fight in those stinking pits for the rest of your miserable life, surviving each fight with the knowledge that one day your own body will betray you to your enemies.”  

The Champion opened his mouth to respond, but falls silent, refusing to play the witch’s games.  

Haggar scoffed.  “Fine then, accept your fate.  Making one’s own greatness is the Galra way.  Victory or Death.”

Time passes, and the Champion’s victories continue.  During one match, his arm fails him, and he nearly falls.  And yet, somehow, despite his imperfections and failings, he survives.  

He should be dead.   Haggar frowns, watching as the medics remove him from the field.  And yet he is victorious instead.  In that moment, something stirs within Haggar, as she remembers that the Champion is not the only one who should be dead, but continues to live.  

She finds her way to the medical room, and orders everyone out, leaving her alone with the Champion.  His eyes are wild, alight with pain.  And yet, as she searches them, Haggar seems something else.  Something she had only seen once before, remembered from her ancient past, or perhaps from some dream.  

He has the eyes of a Paladin.  Eyes that her emperor should have, but now seems to lack.  Thousands of years have passed, and though Zarkon hungers for the black lion he lost, Alfor’s last betrayal still keeps the magnificent weapon from its master’s grasp.  Despite her unwavering loyalty to Zarkon, meeting the Champion’s cool gaze sows a seed of doubt in Haggar’s tattered soul.  What if Zarkon’s time is coming to an end, and what if this paragon in front of her has the potential to become something even greater.  

Haggar sends for her druids and smiles.  “Well, Champion, it’s you are lucky that death does not become you.  You won’t remember this, but today I will use you to create the greatest weapon the Galra Empire has ever seen.”  

[sserpente]

A/N: Request from anon. Guys, I am so hyped about Thor: Ragnarok and Infinity War. I have no idea how I will survive these movies, anyone else? Anyway… enjoy! ;-)

Words: 1868 Warnings: just being ill

Your cough woke you up, your throat burning like fire as you sat up and felt a headache torturing you, your entire body shaking. Maybe falling into the ice cold sea from twenty feet above after a fight hadn’t been a good idea after all.

Trembling, you got on your feet, heading to the small bathroom attached to your bedroom. A look in the mirror confirmed what was going through your head—you were sick. Pale, with dry lips and glazed eyes, you looked like a corpse as you reached for the thermometer in the bathroom cabinet.

Great. You had a fever too. Growling weakly, you marched into the huge kitchen of the Avengers Tower to make yourself a hot cup of tea. You would take the day off. There was no way in hell you were going to join a mission in this state today. Tony and Steve would understand, Fury… probably not so much.

You cursed when you suddenly bumped into something. Your body collided with a muscly chest covered in black leather. Sighing, you looked up. It was Loki. Just what you needed.

“Sorry,” you mumbled, not in the mood for a quarrel with the God of Mischief. He’d been quite irritable ever since Thor brought him back to Earth to help him with missions and usually lost no opportunity to point out how weak and silly mortals were.

It looked like he was already bracing himself for a scornful remark, making you shrug and push past him. He paused when he noticed your rather pitiful appearance.

“What in Valhalla happened to you?” He asked with a frown, his voice curious, even a little surprised for once.

You sighed once more. “I’m sick. Caught a cold, got a fever. I really am not well, so I’d appreciate it if you kept your anti-human insults for yourself for once.”

Loki���s eyes narrowed as if you had tried to punch him in the face. His fists clenched as he took a step forward, making you back off with widened eyes. Fear washed through you, numbing the pain in your whole body for a moment.

“You must think I am a monster, my dear,” He sneered hoarsely, almost as if you had offended him with your words.

“No, I don’t,” you ensured him softly. “It’s just that you always treat me like ordinary infantry.”

A mischievous smirk spread on his lips, making your heart beat faster. Despite everything, he really managed to get under your skin every single time you met. Maybe it was because he was outrageously handsome with his raven hair, his blue eyes and that intimidating and majestic appearance, the mischief and danger that always seemed to radiate off him but you knew for certain that he was trouble. Teasing each other and exchanging insults was easier than secretly crushing on him, which you probably did anyway.

“But you are ordinary infantry,” he replied, his smirk growing even wider and having you roll your eyes.

“Keep dreaming. Would you please let me into the kitchen now? I want a cup of tea and then go back to bed. Gotta convince Fury to let me take the day off…” Although your last words weren’t really directed at Loki anymore but rather yourself, the God of Mischief responded.

“Would you like me to tell him? I can be very convincing,” he stated with another smirk, finally stepping away to let you pass in the process.

“I take your word for it.”

You were stalling the inevitable phone call you were yet to make. Snuggled up in your bed with about a dozen blankets, you were watching one of your favourite TV shows, the hot mug of tea steaming in your hands. A painkiller had helped easing your lightheadedness and headache, though you still felt weak and incredibly sick. If you hadn’t wanted to appear strong, you would be crying like a little girl right now.

You flinched when you suddenly heard a knock on your door. Persistent but patient, it was quiet first and then got louder as if to check if you were awake.

“Come in!” You called, your eyes wandering from the TV screen to the door. It was, much to your surprise, Loki who entered, one of his precious books in hand.

Instantly, your heart began pounding in your chest so loudly you feared he would be able to hear it. Given that he was a God, that fear wasn’t even that far-fetched. You swallowed, forcing yourself to keep calm.

“Is something the matter?”

“How are you feeling?” He asked boldly. You only managed to blink in response. Had Loki, God of Mischief just asked about your well-being? Was the fever making you hallucinate?

“I, um… f-fine? I mean, I took some medicine, I should be ready to be back on duty by tomorrow.” You started, shifting nervously on your bed as Loki approached you and stood by the edge of the mattress.

“Have you spoken to Fury yet?”

“No but I will. Look, can I help you? I mean, is there a particular reason you are here?” Shit, that sounded harsher than you had wanted it to be. You didn’t want to treat Loki as brutal and thoughtless as the rest of the Avengers. In your defence… you were still sick!

“There is, in fact. I thought you might enjoy this book. It is an Asgardian novel, a twisted love story. Written in runes but a few illusions will do to allow you to read it, given you are pretty much trapped in this room.”

You felt your heart warming up. Loki was bringing you an Asgardian book to read? How… adorable? Strange? Perhaps it was both.

“I… okay… th-thank you.” He nodded, setting the book on the nightstand.

“Fury is aware of your sickness by the way. I spoke to him on my way to the library. You are to rest and recover for the next seven days.”

Your eyes widened in shock, your lips parting in defiance. “Wait, what? You spoke to Fury? What did you tell him, that I’m about to die? I can’t do that, I have missions to finish, paperwork to fill out…”

Loki rolled his eyes, interrupting you brashly.

“You are mortal. You did not think you would be on your feet again tomorrow? Fighting and spying and whatnot? Oh no, you are going to be an obedient girl and stay in bed for as long as I see fit.”

You were certain this was a hallucination now. This… this was insane. Why would Loki—of all people, him!—care about you? The inexplicable thought of it had your heard skip a beat as you shifted anew, this time to look him in the eye with defiance. Two could play this game.

“Are you seriously forbidding me to leave my room? Who do you think you are?”

“I am Loki, God of Mischief, Lies and Trickery and the rightful king of Asgard,” he said with a wink. “I believe you can trust my judgment.”

“No? I actually can’t. I need to get back to work, Loki.”

“That is hardly my problem. Do not force me to ensure you remain in bed.” There was a loose threat in his voice that you couldn’t quite make out. Frowning, you crossed your arms before your chest.

“Why are you doing this? Is this another trick? Are you just trying to get back at me for something I don’t know I have done?” You can’t be interested in me recovering well, you added silently.

Loki paused for a moment, his eyes darting around the room with curiosity.

“I am proving you I am no monster,” he replied after a while. There was a vulnerability in his voice that scared you.

“I told you I don’t think you’re a monster. You’re an arrogant god with a propensity for narcissism and self-glorification but that’s nothing we couldn’t work on,” Grinning wildly at the choice of your words, you watched another wave of amusement glisten in his blue eyes.

“You will still not leave this room without my permission.”

“And what if I do, your majesty, huh?”

“Trust me, my dear, you do not want to face the consequences of disobeying me.”

You were playing now but somehow, the atmosphere between the two of you had changed. There was a tingling spreading in your whole body while you teased each other, unlike all the other times where you would come up with creative but meaningless insults. You guessed you had somehow always known that Loki never wanted to honestly hurt you, which was strange for a man like him who had done… well, what he had done.

“Are you going to stay with me?” You asked shyly. Waiting for his answer, you bit your lower lip.

The question in his eyes was clear, even if he didn’t speak the words out loud. Would you want me to?

“Yes. Come and watch some TV with me. It’s one of my favourite shows, I’m sure it’ll interest you,”

As you quickly explained the plot to him, you watched Loki’s face light up with actual interest and maybe amusement because of your euphoria.

“It sounds really interesting indeed.”

You even forgot how shitty you felt for a while, almost as if Loki’s presence had healing powers. Maybe it had. He could do magic after all.

“Lay down with me, it’s more comfortable.” You suggested, not sure how he would react. He could scream at you, laughing at you for thinking he would get in bed with a puny human, of course but deep inside, you sincerely hoped that he would join you in your provisory blanket fortress.

And he did. Smirking at your question—and knowing exactly what thoughts of yours hid behind it—he crawled into your bed, his eyes never leaving yours as he allowed you to wrap some of your blankets around him, even if you knew he wouldn’t freeze.

Then, right before you started the first episode of the new season, you took the risk and leaned against him, snuggling up to his cool form and resting your head against his chest. If you paid attention, you could hear his heartbeat, a rhythmic sound that calmed you from the inside out. Forgotten was your fever, your headache, Fury, everything.

Soon, a familiar dizziness overcame you and you noticed again and again how you hardly managed to keep up with the dialogues in the series. The fever made you tired and drowsy and the fact that Loki, your bloody crush who was by all means out of your league, was lying here next to you, watching after you and making sure you recovered properly, made the butterflies in your belly flutter with delight. Hopefully, if you awoke, you wouldn’t ascertain it was a dream too good to be true.

Loki chuckled at your sudden attachment, his eyes fixed on the pictures on TV. His attention was somewhere else entirely though—namely on you.

“A strange mortal you are,” you heard him say quietly before you fell asleep. “I wonder what it is about you that intrigues me so much. Good night, (Y/N). Get well.”