#I myself must have skimmed it cause it hit WAY HARDER this time I read it

[myfairkatiecat]

In case it’s been a while since y’all have read unlocked, I want to remind you that Keefe wrote the following in his diary:

“Sometimes I worry that some tiny part of [Sophie] holds it against me. That she’ll never fully trust me. That she’ll always see me as the guy who betrayed her and stole from her and ran off with the enemy.

I mean… look at her face…

I make myself remember that expression every time I have to be around Fitzphie. It stops me from screaming, DON’T PICK HIM—PICK ME. Because yeah, Fitz has yelled at her a few times, and said stuff that makes me want to smack him upside the head.

But I’m the only one who’s made Foster look like this… like she’s just lost all hope that there’s actually good in the world.

I did that.

Not sure I deserve to be forgiven.”

Keefe being broken up over the ending of neverseen AND using it to convince himself he is unworthy of Sophie?? Making himself watch her fall for Fitz and telling himself it’s his fault?? Why doesn’t the fandom talk more about this??

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♫ mellifluous | k.hk ♫

kai kamal huening

❦ genre: angst, fluff, greek gods au, hueningkai x reader, apollo kai!au, modern

❦ description: all y/n has ever known was death, but when encountering an upbeat god that starts to change.

❦ word count: 6,478

❦ warning!!: mentions of illness, death, somewhat in depth about the death and illness, curses, mentions cult like gathering, puking, blood. maybe some swearing

the calluses on your finger tips burned as you continued to run your skin against the strings on the fingerboard. your eyes were concentrated, focusing on the notes while the bow glided against the strings. the vibrations sending out a high-pitched melody into the warm air. you had practiced for hours, weeks even, and you couldn’t get enough. it eased the pit in your stomach that never seemed to fill.

you ended the melody slowly and gracefully, before letting out a deep breath. when you placed your violin in its case, you ignored your shaky hands and moved to your water on the side of the desk. it only took one big gulp before you heard a knock at your door. you hadn’t been expecting anyone, so the knock threw you off guard. nonetheless, you walked towards the door, opening it only to be met with the wind. you assumed a few kids were playing ding dong ditch, however, the piece of paper taped to your door told you other wise. you just had to hope it wasn’t a water cut-off notice.

your slender fingers tore the yellow tinted paper off of the door, skimming over it.

SESSION FOR HEALING!

it read in big bolder letters, you couldn’t help but scoff- wondering how many people they were trying to scam. the more you read the less you thought it was a scam, more like a religious group recruiting others... so a cult. you didn’t bother looking at the paper again before you crumbled it up, tossing it in the trash.

it was only six in the afternoon and you were already exhausted, leading you to the fridge for a quick snack. when you opened the white door the cold air refreshed you until you realized the lack of food. the only thing standing out to you being the small jar filled with pickles. you knew they wouldn’t be the best choice, but you needed something to tie you over... at least until you went to the grocery store.

your hand wrapped around the top, gripping hard as you tried to open the jar. no matter hard hard you tried twisting the top, it wouldn’t budge. at this point the jar only seemed to be taunting you, reminding you of just how weak you were. you don’t know what hit you, but before you knew it the jar was flying towards the ground- shattering causing the pickles to be wasted. your clenched fist was released as you let out a breath, you shouldn’t of wasted your energy like that, but it felt good. the only downside to this was that you no longer had food in your house- make that two downsides as you grabbed a trash bag preparing to clean up.

the glass from the jar was scattered on the floor, making it harder for you to pinpoint where each piece was. you carefully picked up each piece, but hissed in pain after the sharp glass slid against your already torn up finger tip. the piece of glass fell to the floor as you brought the bleeding finger to your mouth, sucking away the blood as you reached to the cabinet containing the bandaids. after you lazily wrapped your finger in the bandaid, you finished cleaning up. the wasted pickles causing your stomach to growl.

“maybe i should just go to the store right now.” you mumbled, a frown on your face when you acknowledged that you wouldn’t be able to take your nap.

despite wanting to take a nap, you knew you shouldn’t go to bed hungry... or was it just the fact that you knew your stomach wouldn’t let you? either way you already decided it was time to get some groceries, so you grabbed your plain keychain with your car keys and slipped on your slippers. you struggled to drag your feet over to the door and couldn’t miss your jacket that hung right beside it. being someone who got cold really easily, you decided to bring it, despite the warm and humid weather outside.

the sleep deprivation seemed to get ahold of you, your mind and body in autopilot for certain parts of the journey. it didn’t bother you though because there was nothing that ever really interested you. why would you want to see the world that’s even more colorful than you, despite being trashed by its very own inhabitants?

you used to try to be a positive person, but lately things just seem helpless. you were tired of the doctor visits and sometimes just debated running away from everything. a nice escape to the beach or something. your thoughts enveloped you the whole ride, so when you got to the grocery store and nearly ran a boy over... let’s just say you were shot back to earth.

the young, brown haired boy wasn’t fazed at all, continuing to walk towards this big orange tent by the grocery store. your eyes were darting around, thinking that you really traumatized this boy. although a part of you wanted to leave him be, the angel on your shoulder really pushed for the very opposite, which is why you decide to park in the closest spot.

you barely even had time to get out of your car because he was already at the entrance of the tent. your weak and tired body couldn’t catch up even though you were putting a lot of effort into your speed walk.

“i should’ve just honked at him.” you mumble as you stand in front of the tent. it was sketchy! why in the hell would this tent be right here?

you wish that you would’ve just ignored him, but at this point you’ve come to far to go back now... even if it was just a few yards. you were out of breath okay? chasing after him wasted your already depleted energy.

with shaky hands, you took a deep breath and walked inside the tent. although it seemed huge, it was pretty small. around twenty people sit in seats as they listen to some dude standing in front of a podium. your stomach felt a little queasy because of how uncomfortable you were. you just wanted to find the dude and get out of here, so you scanned around the room until you saw his plant like crown accessory. he sat at the back, all alone in the corner.

you let out a small breath as you struggled your way to him. he didn’t even acknowledge your presence and you were tired of the preacher like man staring at you. you huff as you sit beside the handsome man.

“hey... are you okay?” you whisper to him as you eye the preacher that was talking nonsense. oh god... did you just walk into a cult meeting. the boy didn’t answer you, only furthering your suspicions.

“that’s my cue to leave.” you decided that he was ok because well he walked all the way here and you were not willing to be sacrificed.

“do you believe?” his sudden melodic voice made you jump. nobody turned their attention to him despite how loud he was... yet you couldn’t even stand up without getting glares.

“believe in what?” he was cute... that you had no problem with admitting, although he may be in a cult. he sparked your curiosity... though you blamed your questions on making sure he was okay.

“what he’s saying,” he pointed to the preacher, causing your eyes to look between the two of them, “that gods... specifically apollo... is real?” his face didn’t seem to have any emotion to it, but his voice was utterly decorated with curiousity.

you were dumbfounded at the question, but then again you did end up with all of these followers. “no... i’m atheist.” the boy nodded, taking your words into account.

“and why’s that.” he was no longer paying attention to what was being said from the preacher and was now staring into your soul. if you had to describe him as he was now... you would say that he was warm... like the sun.

“if there was truly something out there that could solve people’s problems in the blink of an eye... it should’ve happened by now.” you look down at your thin and veiny hands that only reminded you of your troubles. “why do you want to know?”

“i was wondering why not many people believe anymore. now i see... i could’ve found that answer out by myself, but maybe you could’ve had a better answer.” you were kind of offended by his response, scoffing as you rolled your eyes.

“oh yeah? then why do you believe?” you raised your eyebrow at the young man, challenging his beliefs. he didn’t respond, only smirking as he looked back at the preacher... who just so happened to be staring right at you.

your heart sank and you felt sick to your stomach at the attention on you. you didn’t even know what happened, but you were starting to sweat, your hands getting clammy due to nervousness.

“you have been chosen! today you will be healed young one!” your pulse accelerates. your breathing gets heavy. your eyes dart around the room. you regret coming in here. everyone’s eyes were on you before they looked down, chanting a few sentences in ancient greek over and over again. your mind told you to leave, this was way too much for you.

in a state of panic, you didn’t notice the boy next to you remaining quiet before rubbing his hands together. the panic subsided instantly and was replaced by the empty black void that took over your vision.

when you opened your eyes it was still dark, but despite the silent and black void... you didn’t feel any panic. you were unnaturally calm even when a woman with long shimmering hair walked towards you. she was glowing in the dark.

she felt oddly familiar and you wondered if you’ve ever seen her before.

“he’s your only chance at survival.” her voice was soft and delicate, but her words left you confused.

“what do you mean?” you asked, walking towards her. she was wearing a white drape.

“he who placed the curse... it is he that must reverse the curse.” she was speaking nonsense and you started to grow panicked. it felt like your time was running out.

“who?” you asked, trying your best to make it to the woman that only got further and further away from you. she didn’t answer.

“who!” you yelled now, demanding an answer in desperation.

“apo-”

you gasp for air as you spring up from the floor. the people around you didn’t show any signs of worry, only looking at you in expectation. for a split second you forgot where you were.

you rushed to get out of that place, not wanting to suffer from their delusions. as you rushed away, you missed the boy with the laurel wreath watching you with challenging eyes.

you took in a deep breath at the fresh air. it wasn’t as stuffy and creepy as it was in that tent. you even wondered if you should just go home. it had already been an hour and your body was heavy from the exhaustion... but with your body you knew you couldn’t last without food. despite the exhaustion, you made your way to the grocery store. you’d only get the bare necessities, like a few frozen foods and instant ramen.

the trip around the grocery store was exhausting, but your mind escaped your body thinking about what just happened. that... dream just felt a little to real, but on top of that... you were curious as to what the woman meant.

“apo...” you mumbled, trying to think of anything that could remind you of. the chilling air coming from the fridge caused you to wrap your arms around your body.

“apollo 13?” you question, grabbing the frozen meat. “no... apollo 13 isn’t a pers-” like a lightning bolt, it struck you.

the memory of the worshippers in the tent came rushing back. “apollo.” was he real or were you just losing your mind?

you weren’t really going to let a simple dream convince you... right?

you shook your head as you make your way over to the self check out in a daze. there’s no way.

you were getting anxious. impatient. curious. what was it that you were feeling? you never really got too emotional because... what was the point? it wouldn’t magically heal you, but for once... you allowed yourself to take in these emotions.

hope. you had hope that maybe... just maybe somebody could help you. the feeling consumed you, making your whole body jittery. the line infront of you just seemed to get longer and longer.

why were you so excited about this? I shouldn’t get my hopes up. and your mood deflates. you’ve tried everything. who’s to say that this won’t be a bust?

with the lack of energy, you slowly waited for the line to get shorter.

you could hardly remember much of yesterday, the exhaustion took over you quickly the other day. you almost didn’t put up your groceries, which would’ve sucked for the frozen food.

even thought the rest of the night was forgotten, you remembered one thing. apollo and the dream you had. you researched some about him last night and sure enough... after getting confused on what he was supposed to be the god of... you managed to see that he could help you. what stood out to you being “god of healing, medicine, and knowledge.”

that was all you really needed... you don’t know why he had to be so complicated.

despite destroying your hopes yesterday, you still wanted to try. you may be able to ignore the hope hidden within, but that doesn’t mean it isn’t there.

you wanted to try making an offering and see if that would help, but in all honesty... you didn’t know what you were doing. you read a little bit on the internet and decided to roll with it.

you made a small space for this and lit the candle. you violin was next to you, as you heard he loves music. taking a deep breath you started to pray.

“...may you accept this offering.” you grabbed a laurel leaf and lit it, placing it into the small cup in front of you. then you grabbed your violin.

you took a deep breath before correcting your posture. you planned on playing from your heart, after a long silence the bow was placed onto the strings. once more, the melody coming from your instrument soothed your aching body. although the melody would sound melancholic, it seemed to ease the gloomy room.

it didn’t take you long to finish, becoming filled with despair. you knew that it wouldn’t happen all at once, but you felt nothing. everything was the way it was before, cold and empty.

sighing, you placed your violin in its case and blew out the candle.

“y/n, I think we both know you could’ve done a way better job than that.” a soft, but bright voice came from behind you, causing your eyes to expand. you turned around quickly, staring at the beautiful boy in front of you.

“y-you!” you stutter, recognizing the bot from the other day. the creepy one that you almost ran over.

“you? excuse me? i have a name you know.” he pointed behind you, towards the mini alter. you could only stare blankly.

“a-apollo?” you were stunned looking at the boy. there was no way... yeah you heard apollo was stunning, but shouldn’t he be older?

“the one and only. you know... usually when people call upon me... there’s more respect.” he sat on the couch, his laurel wreath sat eligently on his head. the perfect features, but his clothes... a hoodie and sweatpants.

“holy shit... you’re real. oh mighty apollo forgive me!” you didn’t know how to react. you didn’t do enough research for this!

“...yeah please call me hueningkai... if not then it gets a little awkward. i normally don’t show myself like this, however i was curious as to why an atheist would ask for me. you seemed pretty set on not believing, but here you are... asking for my help.” he only looked at you, who sat on the floor trying to process what was happening.

“look... i know this is kind of uncalled for, but you seem to be my last hope. i had... a dream i guess that led me to you.” you looked at him with pleading eyes, begging him not to leave you.

“were you not helped yesterday?” he asked, his head tilting to the side with his eyebrows furrowed.

“no?” you questioned. you didn’t feel any different, in fact you felt worse. “i’ll just say it... i’m dying.”

“so... you want to escape death? sorry I’m not the one for that... i don’t even think you could get hades or thanatos to help you on that.”

“no... that’s not the point. i can accept death, but something tells me this isn’t normal. i don’t think it’d be a fair death-”

“i mean... sometimes dying just has to happen... I’ve witnessed a bunch of... unfair deaths, but that doesn’t mean they can’t happen.” he sighed, getting up and walking to your fridge. you tried to explain the uneasy feeling you have about this sickness, but he wasn’t giving you a second thought.

“i- please listen to me. it’s an illness. I’m dying from an illness that the doctors can’t treat... it’s nothing they’re familiar with. they just think it runs in the family. i’ve tried everything, so i came to you... thinking you could heal me.” you had stood up by now, speaking to his back.

“look y/n... i tried to heal you already, just to prove that I do in fact exist, but it didn’t work. i could try again, but i don’t think there’d be a difference. instead i could find out if there’s anything going on behind the scenes.” you should be upset, depressed even, but you expected death at a young age. he offered to look into it for you and... that should be enough for you.

“okay... that works. thank you hueningkai.” you were looking at the ground now. that was all you could do.

hueningkai took this moment to turn around, water in his hand, looking at your slumped figure. despite being alive, you already looked dead. though for a dying person you surely looked beautiful.

“okay, but if i’m going to help you i can’t be around an energy depleter.” you looked up to find him adorning a small smile... sympathy.

you rolled your eyes “i mean... i am dying there’s not much to have energy about.” hueningkai gasped at that.

“that is so far from right. haven’t you seen those people who try to live the last years of their life like no other? you’re still pretty young, so use that to your advantage.” it was very easy to tell that he would probably never die. it’s kind of terrifying, but you didn’t want to freak yourself out anymore.

“listen ap- hueningkai... you’re a god. you just don’t understand what it’s like.” you sigh, taking in hueningkai’s vicious glare. if you weren’t going to die soon then it would’ve scared you.

“no y/n,” he spat storming his way over to you, “you listen here. you are a human. you don’t understand half of what goes on in the world around you. you asked for my help, so remember that.” he towered over you, his stare and words holding you accountable.

“well... i don’t need it anymore.” you looked down, intimidated by his stare.

he chuckled ill humorously, and grabbed your chin forcing you to look up into his burning eyes, “i came and offered my help, which by the way, i didn’t have to do. however, since you suddenly seem like you want to die so suddenly i can have that arranged.”

you take it back... you are terrified. you’ll admit it now. you’re scared of dying.

“i’m sorry hueningkai... what i said was uncalled for. thank you for doing what you can to help me. I... I just...” you tried holding back your tears, your voice getting quieter. you looked away from hueningkai, not wanting him to see this.

you heard him sigh. “don’t give up y/n. i’ll figure some stuff out. just... don’t talk to me like that.” you slowly felt his fingers entertwine with yours before his thumb started rubbing circles on your hand.

it surprisingly comforted you, telling your body to relax as you inhaled deeply before exhaling slowly. your cheeks turned rosy, but you had to remind yourself that he was a god.

“now... before all of that... how about we go and show you what the world offers.” you looked up at him to see him gleaming with an eye smile.

cute.

you furrowed your eyes at the building in front of you. the gorgeous boy who seemed to glow in his grey hoodie had his arms out wide, presenting the karaoke building with a smile.

“karaoke... in the early afternoon.” you stated as you moved to look at the semi empty building called Keen On Karaoke.

“they couldn’t even come up with a better name for it.” you said as you pursed your lips.

hueningkai sighed as he joined beside you once more, wrapping his arm around your neck. “i mean i knew you were a... pessimist, but i didn’t think you’d be this bad.” he guided you in, more excited than ever.

“and... why karaoke?” you questioned before walking in a private room for the two of you. you sat on one of the tiny sofas, waiting for his answer.

hueningkai kept his smile that just so happened to be a little cocky. “well... i am the god of music.”

“ah right... one of the many things, but why karaoke?” you were genuinely curious, even if it was a simple answer. he grabbed the control before sitting next to you. even in the dark room his features stood out, his jawline clean and cut with perfect accuracy. he really is no joke.

“i mean... i’ve heard about it from the many many bustling cities and i wanted to try it out.” his glistening eyes met yours and like the stars in the sky... you couldn’t look away. he was captivating.

noticing your staring, you coughed. “nothing fun... whatever you and the other gods do?”

“...it’s great and everything, but sometimes a bunch of stuff can stir up between us.” he chuckled nervously while rubbing the back of his neck.

“i mean i know enough to know that compared to humans... your family tree is... interesting.” you wouldn’t lie... you wanted in on the tea.

“prying a little now are we?”

guilty as charged. you shrugged, attempting an innocent smile. his hair shook with his head and you couldn’t help but think it was like a cloud sat on top of him.

“okay now the real reason we came here... to sing!” he instantly stood up clicking a song to play.

it was an upbeat song and he was definitely vibing with it. he moved to the beat, letting himself go. you stared in admiration as a small smile crept up. although it wasn’t until he opened his mouth that you became mesmerized.

he only seemed to glow even more when he sang. he was livelier and his voice was that of an angel. he turned to look at you and you could swear he resembled the sun. his wide and bright smile as he messed around. he pointed at you before bending his pointed finger, singling you to “come here.”

you laughed as you shook your head. there’s no way. hueningkai huffed before grabbed you by the hand to pull you up. you couldn’t deny his strength because he nearly made you fall over.

you stood there awkwardly- not knowing what to do. he handed you a microphone that you stared blankly at.

“come on y/n sing with me.” he pouted, moving the microphone in your hand up to your face. he almost made the microphone smack you in the teeth. impatient much.

that didn’t matter though because as you stared at the boy in front of you who truly loved music, you couldn’t not join him. you rolled your eyes before cutting his lyric off.

at first he looked shocked, his eyes seeming to widen and only shine more as he listened to your voice. you assumed you didn’t sound like a dying toad and went with it. after getting over his shock, he smiled nodding with the beat.

the two of you kept eye contact, leaning in as you sang together. you were able to forget all about your disease that seemed to eat you from the outside in. now it was only you and hueningkai. on the outside you were just having fun, but on the inside a new feeling bloomed inside of you.

seconds passed, then minutes, then hours of goofing around passed before you fell on the couch in defeat. you were gasping for air, feeling slightly dizzy from all the action. you felt weak again, starting to cough from the lack of air that you managed to breath in.

hueningkai rushed towards you, grabbing a water bottle. “deep breaths y/n.” you listened to him, trying to slow down your breathing before he poured some water down your throat. it only took a minute or two for you to get your breathing back to normal, sipping the water every now and then.

“i’m sorry y/n. i wish it was a simple fix.” his hand rested on your thigh as he stared at the ground.

“don’t be sorry. you’re doing more for me than anyone has ever been able to do.” you gave him a soft smile when he looked up at you. your time was approaching that you knew, but it seemed like hueningkai picked up on that fairly quickly.

“let’s get you back home. that way i can start helping you.” he smiled taking your hand once more. he squeezed your jittery hands, causing the feeling of butterflies. you hope you’re not just a pity case for him.

you were staring at the ceiling as hueningkai spoke to you. it was now five in the afternoon and you were exhausted.

“you know maybe eating instant ramen everyday doesn’t help your health.” he said a matter of factually. even so he still handed you the hot ramen.

“i didn’t really care at a certain point. besides... you and that... whatever you want to call it knocked me out.” you huffed before stuffing your face.

hueningkai smiled at you, chuckling at how cute you looked.

“what?” you pouted feeling a bit insecure as you ate.

“nothing...” he smiled, “you’re just cute.” although he mumbled it, you heard it clear as day, but you ignored it. your red cheeks would be the only thing to give you away.

“anyways what do you know about your disease and family.” he asked trying to get some more information.

“well... it’s very likely that it runs in the family, however, it’s only the women. my mom died a few years after I was born, so my grandpa raised me.” you continued to eat as he nodded, urging you to continue.

“well my grandma died at an early age as well, but it seems that with each given year the time we have alive just decreases. my grandpa loved us all, but he was also convinced there was another reason behind all of it. if he was still alive he could probably tell you everything he’s figured out.” you sigh. hueningkai was focused.

“okay... anything else?” he asked as he leaned back in the chair with his arms crossed.

“uh... actually that time i passed out in that... gathering... i had a dream of this woman. i don’t know who she is, but she just seemed familia- oh! oh my god... she actually mentioned a curse. i’m almost certain that she said you were the only one that could reverse it.” you can’t believe you forgot about that.

“okay... i don’t see why it would be me, but i’ll look into it. it seems like a generational curse, however, if another god placed this curse on your family y/n... i don’t think i can or should help you as it could cause some conflict.” he sighed.

“hopefully that’s not the case though.” he got up abruptly, causing you to look at him with questionable eyes.

“where are you going?��� you asked, setting your ramen aside.

“going to do some thinking and talking.” he waved goodbye before disappearing, leaving you alone in your bed.

all you could do was wait as he figured everything out for you.

you awoke to a distressed hueningkai, he surprisingly didn’t notice you walk into the living room where he sat on the couch. his had his hands knotted in his beautiful locks.

“are you stressed?” you asked making the god look at you. he didn’t look in your eyes.

“you could say that.” he sighed. this time he was wearing a loose white button down with some black dress pants. it was completely different from yesterday, but he looked nice.

“you’re dressed up today huh? are you going to take me out on a date?” you joked, plopping yourself down beside him.

“you wish.” he tried to joke around, punching your shoulder very very softly. you could tell something had gotten him down.

“i researched some about you, but this information was from like years ago I’m guessing, but you have a twin?” you asked, still trying to make eye contact with him.

at this topic he smiled. finally.

“yes! artemis... i actually spoke to her yesterday. tried getting her help...” he trailed off.

“why don’t we go out again? someone else seems to be the debby downer now.” you hopped up to go change before hueningkai grabbed your wrist. you looked back at him curious as to why he stopped you.

“never mind.” he sighed after fidgeting with his fingers.

“okay hyuka, but know that you can tell me these things.” you looked away from his shrinking figure and walked into your room to change.

seeing him like that was something... different. you couldn’t help but wonder if it was about you, but why would he be so sad about you.

this time you were the one leading him. it was one of your favorite places to go, the park in your city. it peaked during the summer time, lit up by the sun and complimented with the nature around it.

you had also decided to dress up, trying to match hueningkai.

“okay now you can look!” you said excitedly, watching as hueningkai uncovered his eyes.

“you know i really thought you would get me ran over.” he looked at you before what was in front of him, his eyes shining like they usually do.

“oh shut up! it’s not like that would matter for someone like you.” you huffed turning to look at the park, “so what do you think?” you asked while admiring the many orange, red, yellow, and pink flowers.

“absolutely beautiful.” he commented. you felt eyes on you, so you turned your head. instantly your face flushed as your heart started pounding in your chest. he was staring at you.

“n-not me! the park!” you squealed, turning your head away out of embarrassment.

“yeah it’s pretty, but i’d rather look at you.” your heart beat in your chest. how do you respond to that? why does he make me feel this way?

you hurriedly walked away, trying to escape the flirtatious man. you heard his loud laughter from behind you.

“okay okay! come back!” he jogged up to you, but you didn’t even spare a glance. noticing this, he jogging in front of you, so you went the other direction. you didn’t want to show him how you were hiding a smile, but you were more concerned with hiding your feelings.

they burn inside of you and you don’t know what to do about it. the burning passion for this man only grew more and more each second you spent with him.

“y/n look at me.” he grabbed your wrist, sending sparks through your body. you turned around abruptly, staring into his beautiful light filled eyes.

“i’m in love you.” you said. it was supposed to be something you only admitted to yourself, but it flew out of your mouth. his eyes were wide, mouth agape. there was no going back now.

“i love you hueningkai. i know it’s foolish of me, but you’ve brought me back to life. maybe it wasn’t in the way i initially planned, but maybe i prefer this. having you beside me, enjoying each others presence... it lights a fire within me... that i didn’t know existed. you bring out the best in me and i can’t look at you without thinking of every small detail. with you i don’t feel like a girl taking her last breath.” you didn’t look away from him, not once. you watched as his face relaxed and now you watched as he smiled.

“perhaps aphrodite has blessed us. y/n i...” his face dropped... seeming to remember something, “before... before you go on about how you love me... i have something to confess.” his face showed regret and misfortune. it scared you.

his hands were trembling, but they stopped abruptly when he opening his mouth. “i was the one who put the curse on your family. it was centuries ago and honestly... i’m surprised that the women in your family have lasted this long.” he looked in your eyes, not wanting to show you any sign of weakness.

you were completely bewildered, so much that your eyes started to water. “why?” it hurt to know that he was the reason you were dying.

“you had a beautiful ancestor, but... she was ungrateful and disrespectful. she challenged others and when she came to me... i didn’t have the time for someone like her. she was healthy, but her friends were not, so when she talked down to me i cursed her with an illness.” he explained carefully and you contemplated how to react.

“i just... i don’t know what to say. if it’s your curse can’t you take it back?” it seemed simple to you. your world was crumbling right in front of you.

“...it’s too late. i... i’m sorry. i can’t stop you from dying, but maybe... maybe i can make a deal with hades... i don’t know.” he seemed to lose his cool, freaking out.

you sighed, “it’s okay hyuka... what’s done is done. don’t trouble yourself with something that won’t work. it’s not like i wasn’t gonna die anyway.” you couldn’t be distracted now. you were in pain. not just physically, but emotionally. your body ached, every part of you screaming out for help that it wouldn’t get.

“well... thank you hueningkai. you can go back to olympus or wherever you’re supposed to. don’t be trouble by me anymore.” looking at him tore you apart. you still loved him, but you can’t erase what’s happened. you were just a dying human.

“y/n i can’t leave you like this.” he walked closer to you, but you backed up. you were fighting with yourself. maybe you just needed some time.

“i just need some time.” you turned around, leaving the deflated god behind.

once again your home was empty and dark, reminding you of yourself. you held yourself up, crying would do nothing. death was right around the corner. it’ll be all over soon.

you stared at your violin case. for the longest time it was your only form of comfort, so you grabbed the violin from out of its case. this may be the last time.

you gently placed your chin on the rest while slowly gliding the bow along the strings at the waist. you rested your callused fingers against the fingerboard while moving your arm. the melody was soft at first, grieving. your fingers moved against the strings before the song became fierce. you were just trying to let your emotions out, but every sound reminded you of the music god. then a string broke and like the strings... you broke as well.

you cried your heart out. the tears coming down all at once as you collapsed onto the cold wooden floor. your emotions overwhelmed you.

you wanted to blame apollo. you wanted to love hueningkai... but they were the same person. death was not a stranger to you, but what comes after it... you were in for an awakening.

you cried, choking out pathetic sobs as you grieved for yourself and the goodbyes that you probably wouldn’t get to make to hueningkai. the man who taught you how to live.

your body was giving up on you. the lungs that would help you breath were starting to fail. the organs that kept your system going were failing. you could do nothing about it, laying on the floor next to the violin.

it was happening fast. you began coughing, puking, even blood came up. you felt like you were starting to suffocate. you were dying and it was happening fast. your vision was getting hazy.

“y/n.”

now you were hearing things as the tears fell down your face.

“I’m so sorry y/n.” the man you loved appeared in front of you, dropping on his knees as he laid you against himself.

“you tried. that’s all that matters to me.”

sometimes the only thing left to give is forgiveness. with a simple sentence, the roles can be reversed.

with misfortune, there is beauty.

with power, there is weakness.

with every curse, there are emotions.

“i love you so much y/n. don’t leave me.” he was crying, the tears hitting your face, but as your pain subsided you could only smile. he loves you.

“please! please don’t take her away from me as well!” he was crying his eyes out and you could only watch. you body wouldn’t move anymore. you could hear your heart beat slow down.

“i’ll do anything! just let me figure something out.” his voice faded as a light covered your vision. everything was peaceful now.

you could only stare at your dead body as hueningkai looked behind you. when you turned you were met with a man in black. you could already tell what this was about and you would accept it willingly.

a broken violin laid beside your pale body. hueningkai’s face devoid of color as he grieved over your dead body.

“i’ll always remember you.”

[justanotherblonde23]

The Silvertongue and the Professor - Chapter 2

Author’s Note: Hello my internet buddies! Here’s the next installment of my Loki story. I was on vacation for a week, so it took me an extra little bit to put this up, but I think it’ll be worth it. Igna and Loki finally meet! Please let me know what you think. Your feedback is super helpful to me and gives me a chance to know if you all like where the story is going. Enjoy, friends!

Warnings: Maybe some language, definitely some violence

Chapter One                                   Chapter Three

The God of Mischief looked up as he heard the door open and close. His eyes tracked the woman that entered. Well, this was different. The woman walked towards him; there was no fear in her eyes, no wariness. It looked as if she was almost...excited? She stopped in front of his cell, sizing him up. Loki did the same to her.

This woman was obviously mortal that he could be sure of. She had a petite build, with extremely pale skin; he thought she might even be as pale as he was. Her hair was, well, strange, to say the least. It was pink. He had never witnessed anyone of the Midgardian realm with pink hair before. He assumed that it must be some sort of enchantment to make it thus. Her hair was long, hitting just above her elbows in soft curls. That pale skin was covered in tattoos, all different, and yet all somehow seemed to meld together, turning her into a piece of living art. Her face was beautiful with her large deep grey eyes, the color of the sea before a raging storm. Those eyes were following his every move, taking in all he did. She had a button nose, plump lips, and high cheekbones. Her expression was serene yet intense. His eyes roved over the rest of her body, feminine curves encased in a grey professional dress, topped off with red heels that added about three inches to her petite frame. His eyes stopped midthigh; she was armed. He could at least see the slight shape of a gun, maybe a knife as well. My, my, he mused, this one is feisty. This should be at least mildly enjoyable. His eyes bored into hers, the vivid green meeting her stormy grey. He quirked a brow, waiting for her to begin.

“Loki of Asgard, God of Mischief and Lies,” the woman began. 

Loki tilted his head as he listened to her words; she was speaking to him in Swedish, remarkably similar to his native tongue. She spoke like a native Swedish speaker, yet something was off. He couldn’t quite put words to it, maybe something in the accent, which confused him greatly. Perhaps she had learned it at a young age but was from elsewhere?

“Where are you from, mortal?” he queried with a sly smile. 

“Sigtuna and Igna is fine; it’s a little more specific than calling me mortal,” the woman replied. 

“Ah, Sigtuna, Sweden’s very first town from the last age of the Vikings, how fitting that they send you here to me. You speak like a native, but your accent is ever so slightly off. Where are you truly from?” he pressed. 

“I was born and raised in Sigtuna, as I have said. I may sound different than the others, but I wouldn’t know. I haven’t been able to hear myself speak since I was five, or anyone else for that matter.” 

The God of Mischief paused, he had heard rumors of such a thing, but it was a Midgardian ailment, not one of Asgard. He wondered what it was like, living in the silence. It occurred to him to ask, but he didn’t want to seem too interested in the woman standing before him. He would refrain from his line of questioning; there was a reason that she was here, after all. 

“Interesting,” he murmured, studying her face. “Well, Igna, I suppose Fury has sent you here for some reason or another; best get on with it.” 

Igna walked closer to him, stopping only a foot or so away, still watchful as ever. 

“You let them catch you; you let them put you in this cage. It’s all too easy, far too easy. Three against one? Even with the enhanced strength of Captain America and the Ironman suit, you still could have easily won without breaking so much as a sweat. I’ve read about your kind, the Aesir; you possess far many more abilities than humanity. We used to worship you as gods, yet you are still flesh and blood as I see you standing here. Made of sturdier stock, of course, but still flesh and blood. I wonder why you let them take you, why you allowed them to throw you into a cage not designed for you. And I think you’re going to tell me.” 

Mischief sparkled in his eyes as she talked. He was only killing time talking with her, staving off boredom until it was time for him to go. 

“Clever girl, you see things that the others have missed. You do not underestimate me, and I wonder why. Did they send you from the lab to take a look at their newest experiment? Did they pluck you from an office to manipulate my mind? What good can you do here, mortal? At what do they think you can best me, Igna?” he hissed. 

“I know more about you than anyone on this planet. I specialize in all things of the Aesir; I am a scholar that shares my knowledge with others. I do not simply see you, Silvertongue; I observe where others miss. There is a reason you chose to be here on this ship, and you are the reason that I chose to be here. As long as you are here, as I am I,” Igna replied. 

“And what happens when I depart this ship, as you say I shall?”

“Then I will do everything in my power to find you once more. If you’re here, you’re up to no good. Not that I won’t be the first to admit your actions intrigue me. Have you come to rule humanity? To force us all on our knees?”

Loki smiled, almost like she was his prey, “Precisely, darling. I have come to give you the gift of subjugation. I will eliminate your needless wars, your manipulations of each other, your senseless slaughter in the name of freedom. I shall bring you all together, regardless of race, religion, or creed, and rule you. You, Doctor Andersson, will kneel before me, just as everyone else. Your mind isn’t too hard to skim, you know. I will admit that your mind is stronger than the others, but it can still be read.” 

He smacked the glass close to her face, causing her to startle a bit. 

“Oh, how I’ll enjoy seeing you kneel in front of me to watch you break and crumble. And once you’re broken, you shall come to me. You will come; you and I both know you will.” 

“I think you may be mistaken; I have no desire to kneel, to submit, not to you, not to anyone. Enjoy the thought, though.” 

A dark chuckle reverberated in his chest, oh how truly wrong she was. 

“ Your defiance is amusing, my dear, but it’ll pass. In the end, there is no escaping me, you’ll see.” 

Igna nodded, her eyes brightening as something flew into her mind. 

“Well, I do believe I have all I need at present. I know who’s coming for you, and I know it’s soon. You’re simply wasting the clock with me. As such, I’ll be going now and see if we can’t modify and improve security around here. I’m sure Agent Barton will be here soon enough. Possibly with reinforcements too? Yes, I thought as much. It’s been a pleasure to encounter you in the flesh, truly.” 

As she turned and began to walk away, a voice, an actual voice, something that she had not experienced since childhood, reverberated in her mind, filling her with icy foreboding. 

“Do not fret, Igna Andersson; this will be far from our last encounter. You have my word.” 

Loki watched her stop short as the words filled her mind. He saw the shiver run down her spine; he could practically feel her emotions coming off of her in waves. He would come for her; she was far too interesting to slip through his fingers. As she began to walk away, the ship shook. Igna grabbed onto the railing, attempting not to fall as the world moved around her. She turned back, catching the Prince’s eye, he smiled wickedly. 

“Don’t worry, darling; I’ll be coming for you.” 

The professor pulled herself forward, up the stairs, and out the door. She barreled into Steve, who caught her before she could bounce right off of him. He stooped down a bit, getting her eye contact. 

“Ma’am, I’ve got to go suit up; something isn’t right here. I have to see where I can help. I don’t feel right leaving you here, though.” 

She nodded, understanding his predicament. 

“Captain, go, I’ll be fine; I know how to handle myself. I’ll make my way up and see where I can help, as well.”

Steve squeezed her arm gratefully before running off to do his part. Igna paused for a moment; she knew what her part was, for now. She kicked off her heels, abandoning them next to her purse; she needed to be fully able to run if necessary. Her gun came out of her holster, securely in her hands as she walked back into the room containing the god. She stood steady, careful of her step as everything shook. She looked around, scanning the area for any threats while she made her way down the stairs towards Loki. He was still in the cell, smiling delightedly, fully aware of the chaos and havoc that was happening around them. 

She warily watched him; she knew someone would be here for him at any moment. Something moved in the corner of her eye, but before she could fully react, a hand shot out over her mouth, and a powerful arm snaked its way behind her arms, pulling her tight. The gun fell from her hands; the more she struggled, the harder the hold became. Fuck, she was trapped. 

Loki smiled mischievously while he put a finger to his lips, motioning for her to hush. She watched as men clothed in SHIELD defensive armor made their way into the room. Her eyes widened as the God of Mischief duplicated himself, strolling out of the cage, leaving a part of himself still in there. Then it dawned on her whose ice-cold fingers were solidly clamped over her lips. It was the god himself, or at least a piece of the god. Fuck magic, fuck the spells he had woven so precisely to make all of this fall into place. This would not end well. She felt herself being backed into a corner, the world shimmering ever so slightly around her. It was transparent but felt different; there was clearly magic surrounding her. She could see out; everything was somewhat hazy, though she realized there was a distinct possibility that others were unable to see her. 

Igna could do nothing but watch in horror as Thor was deceived by Loki’s apparition, effectively trapping him inside of the glass cell. Her horror overflowed as the scepter the Trickster wielded made its way through Agent Coulson, impaling him. She fought harder against her captor, utter despair rushing over her in waves as the man fell, blood making a steady stream down his mouth. She knew, in her heart of hearts, that he would not survive that wound. She was sure the scepter was woven with dark magic, dooming the one that was unfortunate enough to be at the receiving end of that weapon. Even as he gave his last hurrah by blowing Loki through the wall with that huge gun-like contraption, she knew it was the end. There were men littered around the floor, dead. Thor was blown out of the helicarrier in a prison not designed for him. Everywhere she looked, the professor saw death and destruction. Her legs began to buckle, but the presence behind her forced her to remain standing against her will. 

Before she had a moment to register it, she was partially carried, partially dragged through the ship. Her bare feet repeatedly stumbled, leaving her to be dragged on her knees. She could feel the burning pain from each scrape as she was pulled along and then hoisted back up again. She kicked, bit, screamed, and struggled with everything in her, but it was no use. The god that had her in his clutches was far stronger than her mortal self. She was destined to lose this game before it had even started. As they reached the deck, Igna tried harder to fight back, struggling against his hold. He gripped her harder, those freezing hands digging into her skin. She turned with her shoulder, trying to regain some type of control, but it was as if Loki could see what she would do before she did it. He yanked her arm in the other direction, she could feel the shoulder dislocate, and her bones crack in half like a twig. She let out a scream of utter agony as the edges of her vision became fuzzy. The last thing she saw before she blacked out was Tony Stark suited up with his mask off, looking in her direction in a complete panic as she lost consciousness and was hauled onto the waiting quinjet.

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[ashintheairlikesnow]

❓ A random fact or short drabble! Or make up your own question to ask the OC!

(Ooooh, a drabble! Okay, have a Danny drabble - with inspiration courtesy of @iaminamoodymoodtoday‘s moodboard for Danny Michaelson  and with bonus @bleeding-demon-teeth’s Lyken mention because seriously, Abraham cannot stop being a giant nerdy fan. TW: noncon touching, collaring, nothing explicit or anything, just Abraham doin’ a creepy)

“Do you know why I’ve never asked you to wear one of these before?”

You’ve never asked anything. You give orders, you asshole.

No, stop it.

Wrong thoughts.

Danny, curled up on the dirt floor, only shakes his head and pulls his knees even tighter to his chest. He’s not handcuffed, or tied, or anything else. He could push Abraham to the side, maybe, and run back up the steps out into the hot open air of summer.

He doesn’t have to be down here with the dark and the things that move when the cellar doors close, but Abraham told him to come down here, and he wants to be good.

Even when being good is terrifying, even when being good means he walks down each and every step all by himself and sits on the floor, watching the way the sunset steals every scrap of light piece by piece.

The last dregs of the day only make it to the fourth step from the bottom, lighting Abraham from behind in a kind of silhouette, making it difficult to see his features.

Those ice-blue eyes, though, glow in the dark. The white hair is lit with a reddish-gold halo, like he’s a demon on fire, like Abraham walked out of hell.

Danny wonders, sometimes, if maybe he committed a sin or something - something he doesn’t even know about, something bad enough that hell found him while he was still alive

He’s never believed in anything religious, really, but the longer he’s here, the more he thinks he must have done something spectacularly wrong to deserve this.

“You won’t even guess?”

Danny just shakes his head again. His heart pounds inside his chest, beating against his breastbone as though trying to escape. Like maybe his heart, at least, could free itself of the rest of this broken body and run through the woods and find people again.

Set this fucking place on fire, burn it to the ground, shoot this motherfucker with his own goddamn bow and arrow-

No. 

Be good.

Think good boy thoughts.

Have to be good.

“Fair enough. I haven’t had you wear one before because I didn’t think you needed it. We’re out here in the woods - who needs to see it to know? You already know who you belong to, right?”

Danny nods, carefully. He can see the flash of white hair, the red of the halo around it. He can feel the cold that grows with each passing moment he is this near to Abraham. 

It’s summer - he thinks midsummer, he’s not allowed to know the month or the day but there’s only so much you can hide when Danny has to chop wood and tend the garden and help set the traps. Down here in the cellar, it’s cool and comfortable; with Abraham, though, it’s cold, and he shivers.

There’s a shift, and Abraham moves to crouch in front of him, with a flashlight dangling from one hand - he’s hit Danny with it before, it’s the cause of at least one of the concussions - and something entirely different in the other. 

I fucking hate you get the fuck away from me

No.

Don’t be Danny.

Be Red.

Red is safe here, Red is the safe one, Red is the puppy and Red is safe. Danny gets hurt. Be Red.

When he crouches, the halo leaves his hair and he’s just a man again, just a regular living breathing man except for the eyes that glow in the dark, the things that move beneath them, the dark things that Danny is terrified of.

The things that find him when the cellar doors close and he is alone.

“We had a dog growing up,” Abraham says thoughtfully. He drops the flashlight with a small thumb, and looks down at the thing he holds in his hands. “We lived in the woods then, too, but back in America. Just us and our mother. We had a bunch of dogs, really, they kept running into bad luck. But they never wore these. Why would they? Great way to get caught on a tree branch, you know? Or a bush.”

Danny nods, just to show he’s listening, just to prove he’s being so good. He slowly unfolds himself, and Abraham goes quiet as he watches Danny shift from sitting to kneeling, the way his shoulders hunch forwards and his hands lay flat in the dirt. 

Abraham reaches out to brush the backs of his knuckles down the side of Danny’s face, over the line of his scar, and he shivers but holds himself still.

He is Red.

He is not Danny.

He is Red, and he is good.

Never reject a touch.

“So, you know, these sorts of things don’t really occur to me much. Not for long-term use. But I saw this on my last supply run, and I just.. couldn’t resist. The King says symbols are important - and he’s right, you know? About symbols. This is a symbol, and a gift.”

“Does he tell, um, does he tell you to give gifts?” Danny asks, slowly lifting his head to really look Abraham in the face.

There’s a silence, and then Abraham laughs, and Danny nearly flinches back from the bright, high-pitched bark of it, but he catches himself.

Never flinch or pull away from Abraham.

“No, little Red. No. The King doesn’t give a shit about that sort of thing, I don’t think. But listen, Red, listen to me. Gifts are my love language. They’re how I show that I care.”

“Do you care about me?” Danny asks, and the words come out nearly numb.

“Of course I do, puppy. I care so much about you.” A hand cards through his hair and Daniel closes his eyes, not quite leaning into it. It’s something better than hurt. He’s been good this week, and all he has are bruises right now, the cuts and the bits that bleed are very nearly healed up. 

“This is your gift,” Abraham says softly. “Lift your chin.”

Danny raises his chin, closing his eyes and waiting, feeling shame and revulsion through him but unable to even get together the will to argue, let alone fight back. It doesn’t matter, it won’t work, he’ll end up back in the smokehouse or left down here alone. 

Abraham always wins.

I fucking hate you

No

Puppies don’t hate their owners

Be Red.

The leather that slides around his neck is still stiff from lack of use, scratchy at the edges, not really made for a person with bare skin but for an animal with fur. Danny feels his face flush red and grits his teeth, setting his jaw against the humiliation.

The leather doesn’t quite go all the way around - on the back of his neck, he feels a cold chain gradually warming to his skin.

Abraham’s cold fingers skim the skin of his neck as he circles it around, adjusts a little to make it tight enough to cut just slightly in to Danny’s skin, to be something he feels every time he swallows or tries to take a deep breath. This thing will scratch him raw by morning.

That’s okay.

He’s being very good, and he’s had worse around his neck than this.

There’s a soft jingling as Abraham hooks a little padlock onto the buckle, locking the collar on.

“I think I like them better on people dogs than real ones,” Abraham says thoughtfully, then smiles at him. “Good, good boy. I made you come down here because I thought you might fight, but look at you, being so good for me. Trying so hard.”

“I always, um, try hard to be good,” Danny whispers. He can feel the leather move, the rough edge of it, when he speaks. “I’m good, Abraham, I’m being good.”

I fucking hate myself

I want to be good

I hate this

I hate you

BE GOOD

“Yes, you are. Well.” Abraham pauses, leans forward and kisses his forehead. Danny closes his eyes, holds himself still as his stomach flips in disgust and rage, but it’s all so faded now. He can barely even find the feelings. Instead, he pushes his head a little harder into the hand that pats him, tries to take the moment of something that isn’t pain for what it is. 

Abraham offers his hand and Danny takes it, standing up, fighting the urge to raise his hands and touch the thing around his neck. He can feel something dangling off the front and he knows what it is without having to look. 

A metal tag that reads Red.

If you find me, I belong to…

“Happy birthday,” Abraham says softly.

“What?” Danny’s head jerks up from his thoughts, surprised out of them. “It’s my birthday?”

Did Ryan remember my birthday? Is there a gravestone somewhere he visits?

“Yes.” Abraham grins. “I never forget an important day, you know. Plus, I wanted to get you a gift.” He leans forward, flicking the little metal tag so it clinks, and Danny bites his lower lip to keep himself from flinching. “Do you like it?”

Danny swallows hard, feels the leather shift against his throat “Yes,” He whispers. He’s a terrible liar. “Thank you for my present, Abraham, for my gift.”

I hate you

I hate you so much

I fucking hate you so fucking much

I am not the-

I am the puppy

I am Red

I want to be good

“Not good enough.”

Danny feels fear flash through him, deep terror that he’ll be left down here for not being grateful enough.

“I-I-I mean, um, thank you for my, for um, for my… for my c-cuh…” He clenches is eyes shut, taking deep panting breaths, but every breath he takes makes the thing dig into his throat, he has to work a little harder to breathe around it.

Abraham moves forward, sliding his arms around him. The arms are cold and terrible, they have hands that hurt him, but Danny collapses into them anyway, trying to force himself to breathe.

“Take a moment,” Abraham murmurs affectionately, petting his hair, along his neck, down his back. “Breathe, puppy. Breathe for me, little Red. Be my good boy.”

Think.

In through your nose, I am the puppy, hold for five, exhale, my name is Red and I belong to Abraham…

I hate this

I hate what I am now

I am the puppy

I’m not the puppy I used to be a person

don’t think about life before this, there wasn’t one

I’m not the puppy

I am the puppy

I’m not Red

My name is Red

I don’t belong to-

I belong to Abraham.

My name is Red and I want to be good.

It takes a few tries, but slowly he starts to calm.

“Th-thank you for my collar,” He manages, in a weak, small voice. “Thank you, Abraham.”

Be grateful for every gift you are given.

“Good boy. Let’s go back upstairs, shall we? Nate baked you a cake, and I’ve been hiding the candles to go on top for a month.” Abraham pulls him towards the stairs and he goes with pathetic gratitude, feeling like he can hear the angry whispers of the dark things that he will leave behind down there.

When they make it back up into the last minutes of sunset, Danny takes Abraham’s shirt in his hand hesitantly. “Abraham? May I ask a question?”

Ask permission for everything a person would do, because you aren’t one, and you have to earn it.

My name is Red

I am a good boy

“Go ahead,”  Abraham says, slinging an arm over his shoulders like they are old friends. Danny hunches himself over to be smaller, but that just makes the leather dig in at the front. When he stands up straight, though, the chain pulled tight across the back seems to dig in, too.

“H-How old am I today?”

“Oh. You don’t remember?” 

Danny slowly shakes his head.

He’s lost some things - he forgets things now. He tries not to think about it much. 

“You’re twenty-five years old today.”

Abraham nuzzles into the side of his face, and Danny counts in his head, realizing that means he’s been here for nearly three years.

He’s never going home.

No one is looking.

No one is looking for me

I belong to Abraham Denner

When they make it back into the cabin, Nate has set out the birthday cake, put the candles on top, and lit them.

Danny leans over, the collar digging in hard into his Adam’s apple, with Abraham’s cold hand in the middle of his back, moving in slow circles, a promise for later that Danny would give anything not to understand.

I will be so good

There are only five candles on the cake, and Danny blows all of them out at once with his eyes closed.

I used to be a person

There used to be something better than this

Don’t think about it, there was never anything else, there is only Abraham

“M-m-make a w-wish,” Nate says softly, something sweet and sad in his green eyes.

Danny nods, as Abraham’s hand slides up over the back of his neck, cold as ice, pressing the chain of the leather collar hard into his skin. He feels frozen in time, in place, in the memories of everyone he’d left behind.

Make a wish.

I wish there was something better than this.

[donttellstiles]

Magic Bullet

MAGIC BULLET

CH.4

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I was beyond Happy when I head my Aunt Kate was here. I quickly bounced out of bed and rushed over towards the guest bedroom down stairs after I'd finished breakfast. Once I saw the door was wide open I squealed in excitement and rushed in, Kate turning around with a huge smile on her face.

She laughs with me and gives me a big hug. I pull away and excitedly jump onto the bed, eagerly wanting to hear what she has been up to lately.

''God I've missed you...'' She trails off as she skims over my pj's.

''And your crazy socks!'' She finishes. I was known by always mis-matching my socks with any outfit I wore, even my pyjamas.

''I can't believe I don't see you for a year and you turn into a freaking runway model? Look at you! Ugh, I hate you'' I shy away and put a hand in front of my face.

''I haven't even showered yet'' It was nice to know that I've grown a bit over the year. The last year had been the... hardest on me. School wise and body wise.

''Sweetie you're a knock out. In fact, I hope you have the boys knocking each others teeth out for your attention'' I giggled and blushed at the compliment.

''I kind of have a lot'' I murmured. She smirked proudly.

''That's my girl, you have a lot? Well you should kinda have a million'' I laughed happily at this.

''Do you need some help unpacking?'' I reached forwards but as soon as I did she gripped my wrist tightly, preventing my movements. It was so tight that it actually hurt.

''No, not that one'' I frowned. She must have saw this because I heard her sigh and slowly release my wrist.

''See? You turn out beautiful and I end up with this Kung Fu death grip'' She jokes, both of us laughing once again.

''Sorry, Sweetie, I didn't mean to be so rough'' I could hear how genuine she was.

''No worries'' I piped up as I hoped of the bed and made my way out of the room as she headed into her en-suite. I frowned to myself as I left, walking back out into the kitchen.

That was beyond strange.

~*~*~*~*

''If Derek Isn't the Alpha, if he's not the one that bit you, then who did?'' Stiles tapped the back of Scott's during History.

''I don't know'' Scott shakes his head in confusion.

''Did the Alpha kill the bus driver?'' Stiles lent forward to whisper to Scott.

''I don't know'' Scott replied again. Stiles pulled back harshly in his chair and sighed to himself. His eyes soon widened.

''Does Allison's dad know about the-'' He was cut off.

''I don't know!'' Scott snapped as soon as he turned around to face Stiles. It was loud enough for the whole class to hear. Once they had lost interest Scott turned back around and lowered his head.

He kept his head down till the graded paper came around. Once his was in front of him he picked it up and read it with a frown, not realising his best friend was reading it over his shoulder.

''Dude, you need to study more'' Scott put the piece of paper down and ignored Stiles.

''That was a joke. Scott, it's one test. You're going to make it up'' Stiles encouraged with a warm smile.

''Do you want help studying?'' He offered.

''No'' Scott sighs.

''I'm studying with Allison after school'' Scott says. Stiles perks up and smirks.

''That's my boy'' He bellows. Scott turns his head slightly.

''We're just studying'' He states.

''Uh-uh. No, you're not'' Stiles shakes his head, frazzled.

''No, I'm not?'' Scott questions back confused.

''Not if I am forced to live vicariously through you. If you go to her house today and squander that colossal opportunity, I-i swear to god I'll have you de-balled-''

''Okay'' Scott soon got the picture.

''Just, stop with the questions, man'' Scott murmurs over his shoulder

''Done. No more questions. No more talk about the Alpha or Derek. Especially Derek, who still scares me''

~*~*~*~*

‘'You know you're kind of an ass to her'' I spoke up to Jackson as he fished out things from his locker. He turned to me and frowned before returning to what he was doing.

''I know'' was all he said. I furrowed my eyebrows.

''So why?'' I asked, I was curious by nature. He sighs and peeks at me from behind his locker.

''It's who I am, come on, you've known me for a week, you really going to try and psychoanalyze me in such a short period of time?'' I huffed and crossed my arms over my chest.

''I am not trying to psychoanalyze you, just trying to get to know you better, see into your dark soul and yada-yada'' With this the both of us share a laugh.

''Come on, lighten up Mr Broody'' I playfully slapped his shoulder and he smiled.

''Why are you defending Lydia anyway? I thought you hated her'' That was a good question. I pondered over the question for a minute.

''She's not all bad I guess'' I answered. He smirked and looked over at me.

''Looks like Miss Perfect does have a heart after all'' I playfully shoved him causing up both to laugh even harder this time. It was nice to have a genuine friend.

''Where's Scott McCall?'' came a deep male voice from behind Jackson. I looked up to see a sickly pale, dark haired guy who looked as if he was very ill. Jackson closed his locker slowly before turning to face the stranger.

''Why should I tell you?'' Now was probably not the time to be a smart-ass Jackson.

''Because I asked you politely'' This guy was beginning to give me the heeby jeebies.

''Jackson?'' I spoke up, gaining both of their attention.

''Where's Scott McCall?'' The guy now turned to ask me, stepping closer. He seemed to say it with such authority that it made me cower slightly. Jackson stood in front of me.

''Hmm, okay, tough guy. How about I help you find him if you tell me what you've been selling him'' Selling? Scott? He didn't seem like the guy to be taking drugs.

''What is it? Is it Dianabol? Hmm? HGH?'' Scott's on steroids?

''Steroids?'' The mystery guy responded.

''No, girl scout cookies'' I rolled my eyes and uncrossed my arms at Jackson's remark.

''I'm leaving'' I put my arms up in mock surrender before turning to walk away. There was no way in hell I wanted to be apart of that conversation with... them any longer. The guy gave me the creeps. And he smelt, awful.

I walked around the corner and spotted Ally and Lydia walking up the stairs. I quickly rushed over to them, as fast as I could in high heeled boots.

''Scott's coming over, tonight?'' I heard Lydia ask Allison in a tone.

''We're just studying together'' She defends.

''Just studying never ends with just studying'' I almost wanted to puke by what she was insinuating.

''Gross, Lydia'' I spoke up, catching both of their attention. She turned to face me and rolled her eyes.

''As if you've never 'studied' with a guy before'' She says with sass, flicking her hair over her shoulder as she walked up the steps. Allison stopped to face me but I quickly glared at her, telling her to keep her mouth shut.

''So, what are you saying?'' Allison asked Lydia, getting her to stop once again.

''I'm just saying, you know, make sure he covers up'' She has got to be kidding me. I rolled my eyes as I walked up along Allison's side.

Poor Allison seem confused. Lydia rolled her eyes once again.

''Hello, Snow White, I'm talking about a condom'' With this her eyes widen. Both Allison and I laugh.

''Are you kidding? After one date?'' I spoke up for my sister. Lydia turns to me and smirks.

''Don't be a total prude like your sister'' I loved how Lydia just assumes stuff.

''Give him a little taste'' Lydia says to Allison.

''Well, I mean, how much is a little taste'' I had wanted to hit my head against the bricked wall.

''Oh, god. You really like him, don't you?'' She asked, slight aww in her tone.

''Well, he's just different'' I kept listening to their conversation as all three of us climbed the remaining steps, turning to walk down the hallway.

''When I first moved I had a plan, no boyfriends till college I just, move to much. But then I met him and... I don't know, I can't explain it'' Allison rambled on causing me to smile.

''I can, it's your brain flooding with phenlythylamine'' I piped up once again, both of them stopping to face me. Allison was confused while Lydia just nodded her head in agreement.

''What?'' Allison laughed confused.

''Don't worry'' I responded.

''I'll tell you what to do, when is he coming over?'' Lydia continued on with the conversation, Allison's attention now back on her.

''Right after school''

~*~*~*~*

I was happy to hear the home bell ring. I raced out of class and over towards my car which was parked in the middle of the parking bay. I went to unlock my door when I began to hear cars honking. Confused, I turned around to see a pile of cars behind an old blue jeep.

''What the hell?'' I popped the keys back into my jacket pocket and jogged over towards the blue jeep noticing three guys there. The one lying on the ground being the same guy from earlier today.

''Are you okay?'' the other two quickly turned to face me with raised eyebrows. I recognised Scott and Cutie.

''Scott?'' Brown eye's seemed to dim a little before he turned to face Scott who was looking at me with wide eyes.

''U-u-um Avery, it's okay, we've got this'' I shook my head, noticing the guy on the ground was bleeding.

''He's severely injured, we need to take him to the hospital'' I spoke, walking forward to kneel on the ground beside the guy. The guy groans and tenses in pain.

''What are you doing? Stop that!'' Scott yelled at the guy. I glanced over at Scott with a 'what the hell?' look

''That's what I'm trying to tell you, I can't''

''Scott pass me your jumper'' I spoke up, grabbing onto the guys bicep causing him to jerk in pain. I could have sworn I heard him growl but I ignored it.

''What?'' Scott asks confused.

''Your jumper, now!'' I urged. He swiftly pulled it of and passed it to me.

''What are you doing?'' He asks.

''I'm making a tourniquet to reduce the bleeding'' I explained as I began to wrap the jumper up into a make shift rope, tying it around the guys bicep making him groan in pain.

''Derek, get up'' Scott says sternly. Wait, they knew him?

''Help me put him in your car'' Scott asks his friend to help lift him. They both placed him int the passenger seat of the car, closing the door. I walked over towards the car and opened the drivers seat.

''Uhhh, what are you doing?'' Brown eyes spoke up once he saw you climb into his jeep.

''Coming, duh'' I spoke out before piling into the backseat before either boy could argue.

''Why should I help you?'' I listened in now into Scott's and Derek's conversation.

''Because you need me'' Scott is on drugs and this is his meth dealer, great. Allison is dating a total junkie.

''Hey, get him outta here'' Scott says to his friend as he hops into the car.

''I hate you for this, so much'' He turns over the engine and begins to leave the school parking lot. I frown to myself and pull out my phone, debating whether or not to text Ally.

I notice after a few minutes that we weren't travelling in the direction of the hospital.

''You should have taken the turn a few miles back for the hospital'' I spoke up, brown eyes looking at me through the mirror.

''We're not going to the hospital'' he says, then looks like he quickly regrets it. I lean forward in between the two chairs.

''No, we have to go back' I say urgently.

''He'll bleed out and possibly lose his arm! This is serious!'' I spoke again. The boy turns to face me and frowns, shaking his head as he glances over at Derek.

''He won't'' He stiffly replies.

''Like hell he won't, turn around'' I was rarely bossy, but in circumstances like these I was.

''No'' I narrowed my eyes into slits.

''Are you insane? Do you want him to die?'' I ask exasperated.

''He's not going to die...come on!'' He looks at his phone then throws it back down onto his seat.

''Hey, try not to bleed out on my seats, okay?'' I was beyond disgusted at this point. How could Scott be friends with this guy.

''He can't control his bleeding you asshole!'' I yelled. He seemed to ignore me.

''Where almost there'' He speaks.

''Almost where?'' Derek asks, still grunting in pain.

''Your house'' Stiles add.

''What? No, you can't take me there'' Derek sounds like he's becoming worried. I don't blame him.

''I can't take you to your own house?'' I wanted to strangle him. I was about to speak up when I was beaten to it.

''Not when I can't protect myself'' Derek chirps. He quickly swerves his jeep over to the side and and turns the engine off.

''What happens when Scott doesn't find your little magic bullet? hmm?'' Thy can not be seriously talking about making drugs right now. Now Scott was a messenger boy to get drugs or... make drugs?

''Start the car, now'' Derek breathes heavily.

''I don't think you should be barking orders wit the way you look. In fact, I think if I wanted to, I could probably drag your little werewolf ass out into the middle of the road and leave you for dead'' Once again I turned to glare at the boy.

''Start the car, or I'm going to rip her throat out with my teeth'' Just as your mind ha just registered the word werewolf, my eyes widened at this statement.

''You touch her and I'll-''

I feel Derek soon reach for my arm, tugging me forwards aggressively as he pulls my head over the seat. The engine soon starts and my arm is let go, my body jerking back with the car taking off. I try to calm my racing heart as I lean as far back as I can.

''Let me out of this car'' I spoke up in a timid voice. Derek doesn't acknowledge me while brown eyed boy looks at me sadly.

''Let me out of this car right now or I am calling the police!'' I yelled, tears blurring my vision. Derek doesn't flinch whereas the other guy does. He glances down and sadly sighs, shaking his head.

''I can't, not till I get a hold of Scott'' he says it like he felt guilty. I reached for my phone and started dialing 911.

''My dads the sheriff...'' I look up in surprise, my eyes still coated with un-shed tears. It almost started to feel like I couldn't breathe inside this jeep.

''I need you to trust me, ok?'' I stared at him in disbelief. Trust him?

I slowly shook my head, pulling the phone slowly away from my ear. I hung up swiftly and placed the phone onto my lap.

''Thank you'' He rushes out, reaching for his phone as soon as it began to rang.

''What am I supposed to do with him Scott?'' I perked up at the mention of Scott's name. It's silent for a moment before he smells.

''And by the way Avery is totally freaking out here and I have no idea what to do, Derek's smelling like-'' He stops abruptly then doesn't speak for a few seconds.

''Like death'' again, silence.

''What about your boss?'' He asks.

''You're not gonna believe where he's telling me to take you'' He sighs and passes the phone over to Derek.

''Did you find it?'' All this over some petty drugs?

''If you don't find it, then I'm dead, alright?''

''I'm beginning to think that's not such a bad thing'' I murmur underneath my breath but obviously the boy heard me and smiled softly.

''The Alpha called you out against your will. He's do it again. Next time, you either kill with him or you get killed'' My eyes almost felt like they were going to fall out of my head. Alpha? Kill? Be killed? What kind of sick, twisted game was this?

''So if you want to stay alive, find the bullet'' Derek hangs up.

''Wait, this whole time you're talking about an actual bullet? like a gun bullet?'' I only heard the both of them sigh in response.

~*~*~*~*

''Okay, okay'' The boy beside me tried to wiggle out of Derek's firm grasp. He also had his other hand on me, leading me inside the animal clinic. I groaned and realised that I may have just gotten myself into some shit. I was just trying to be nice.

''Can you get your hands off of me Creep?'' I groaned out, trying to shake him off of me. Even in his wounded state he seemed to be stronger than me.

''Look she has no part of this okay? Just let her go'' The boy pleaded with him once he had let us both go. He soon came over and stood right beside me at the opposite side of the bench of Derek. I couldn't control my hands from shaking with fear.

It wasn't till I felt a small arm on my back where I began to calm down a little.

''She's an Argent, of course she's involved in this'' Derek groaned out, ripping of his shirt. If it wasn't for the fact that this guy was indeed a freaking psycho I may have awwed over his perfectly god like body.

''But she doesn't know, please'' The boy beside me begged. He had certainly changed his attitude since the car. For some reason I felt more safe around him then Derek opposite us, that may have been the only reason why I lent into his side.

I heard a phone soon chirp in the silent, the boy quickly reaching for his phone.

''Does Nordic Blue Monkshood mean anything to you?'' The boy asks, now looking Derek straight in the eye as he continuously groaned in pain.

''Aconit Napel bleu nordique?'' I questioned very confused. Derek looks at me as if I just said the winning answer.

''It's rare form of wolfsbane, he has to bring me the bullet'' Derek says, now resting against the bench.

''Why?'' The boy questioned before I could. He seemed to be just as curious as me.

''Because I'm going to do without it'' Derek says seriously. It felt like a chilling shiver was going through my spine with these words. I'm about to watch someone die. It was also the first time I bothered to glance down at his wound. It was making me sick to my stomach.

''You know, that really doesn't look like anything some echinacea and a good nights sleep couldn't take care of'' If Stiles wasn't so worried he would be very proud of the brunette standing beside him.

''Once the infection reaches my heart, it'll kill me'' Okay this was getting beyond freaky for me. I looked down at the table and rested my hands against it.

''Positivity just isn't in your vocabulary, is it?'' The boy beside me sarcastically remarked. We both watch as Derek walks away from the bench and over towards the medicinals.

''If he doesn't get here with the bullet in time, last resort...'' My eyebrows furrowed at this as I'm sure the boy's one did too.

''Which is?'' He asks, Derek searing through all the cabinets trying to look for something.

''You're going to cut off my arm'' I stared wide eyed at the hand saw in his hands. Was this guy insane?

However, brown eyes picked up the handsaw nonetheless and turned it on, the machine coming to life.

''Oh my god! What if you bleed to death?'' I was too shocked on the actual handsaw itself to even move or so anything.

''It'll heal if it works'' Derek pipes up, wrapping a small piece of cloth around his arm as a tourniquet. I squinted my eyebrows in disgust and quickly looked away, not wanting to see any of this. My mind still pondered over the word 'heal' but yet again, I chose to let it creep to the back of my mind.

'Look, I don't know if I can do this'' Brown eyes backed away a little from the table once my eyes were firmly back on Derek.

''I know, that's why she is'' Derek motioned to me once he finished tying the knot.

''Excuse me?'' I asked incredulously.

''No way'' I argued, finding some courage to utter these words.

''All right, fine. How about this?'' Derek began, not glancing at the both of us but mainly towards the boy.

''Either you cut off my arm, or I'm going to cut her head off'' My eyes widen once again at this threat. I slowly begin to creep away from the bench.

''Okay, you know, I am so not buying your threats anymore'' Derek angrily reaches over the table with his good arm and grabs a hold of my dress pulling me forward. He pulls me down right next to his mouth where I began to feel hot air over my neck sending me goose bumps.

I wanted to scream, cry, literally anything to get me out of this situation.

''Oh my god! Okay, fine, all right, bought, sold, I'll totally do it just... let her go'' Derek's grip loosen and I quickly take that as my chance to jump back where an arm quickly snaked around my waist in a protective manner.

Derek begins to lean over the bench to the side and throws up, my eyebrows furrowing in disgust.

''Holy god! What the hell is that?'' I heard him speak up from behind me.

''It's my body. It's my body trying to heal itself'' I rolled my eyes before stepping away from the boy, stepping further back from the scene.

''Well, it's not doing a very good job of it''

''Now, you gotta do it now'' for the second time today my eyes began to tear up in fear.

''Look, honestly, I don't think I can-''

''Just do it!'' Even I jumped a little at his raised voice. The boy picks up the handsaw while muttering to himself as he places it against Derek's arm. I turned my head to the side and looked away, not wanting to see what was about to happen.

''Stiles?'' I rose my head to see the one and only Scott McCall just in front of me. He glanced between all three of us with furrowed eyebrows.

''Avery, what-'' I was sure he was about to question the tears but was soon cut off by his friend 'Stiles'.

''Oh, you just prevented a lifetime of nightmares'' His friend chuckled humorlessly.

''What the hell are you doing!'' Scott yells, walking over towards them. I turn back around and bit the bottom of my lip to try and control the tears. All of this was just, too much.

''Did you get it?'' Derek asks desperately. I quickly wipe away the tears and walk over to them slowly, feeling safer now that Scott was here. Scott the delinquent drug user but still.

''Did you come back with his stash?'' I asked the boys sarcastically but neither of them seemed to pick up on it.

''The drugs, McCall'' I groaned. Scott's eyes widen as Stiles just gestures around the room.

''You really think all of this has anything to do with drugs?!" I glared at Stiles.

''Obviously not anymore!'' I yelled back, watching his face soften a little. Scott shakes his head but soon walks over followed by me. He reaches into his pocket and passes Derek what looks like a bullet.

''What are you going to do with it?'' Stiles asks, myself now standing beside him.

''I'm gonna... I'm gonna...'' Derek's eyes soon close as he falls to the ground unconscious.

''You have got to be kidding me'' I murmured to myself as I rushed over to Derek's body with Scott and Stiles.

''Derek? Derek come on, wake up'' Stiles leans over his body as he tries to shake him awake.

''He's unconscious dummy'' Stiles sighs but ignores me, trying to wake Derek up. Scott, however, runs over where the bullet when and hops onto the ground, trying to reach for it.

''Scott what the hell are we going to do?'' I ask nervously, seeing Derek not even flinching at Stiles hard slaps.

''I don't know!'' Scott answers in a scared tone.

''I can't reach it'' He says more calmly this time, though the nerves were still there.

''He's not waking up!'' I drop down beside Stiles and begin slapping Derek myself.

''I think he's dying, I think he's dead'' Stiles stresses.

''Just hold on!'' Scott replies. I place my hands over Derek's heart and begin to do compression's.

''I got it! I got it!'' Scott bellows as he sits back up with the retrieved bullet.

''Please don't kill me for this'' I hear Stiles mumble to himself as he punches Derek in the face. The both of us jump back as Derek awakens.

''Give me that'' Was the first thing he said as he reached for the bullet. Both Stiles and Scott lift him to the bench as I walk around towards the other side.

Derek chews off the lid of the bullet and begins to tip the contents from inside out. He gets the lighter from the side and lights it up, causing the contents to spark and flare up, leaving a blue smoke afterwards.

''What the...'' I muttered to myself as he soon tips the contents into his wound, pushing it in as he begins to scream in pain. He drops to the ground on his ac and thrashes on the ground as the blue smoke kept leaving his arm. Though the strangest part was watching the wound heal itself completely.

''That. Was. Awesome!'' I turned to give a Stiles a 'what the hell' look. None of this was awesome.

''Sorry'' I heard him mutter as my eyes were now focused back on Derek.

''Are you okay?'' Scott asks as he begins to sit up.

''Except from the agonizing pain?'' I stepped back as he began to rise to his feet.

''I'm guessing the ability to use sarcasm is a good sign of health'' Stiles spoke. Derek glares at Stiles in response. I cower back slightly and took small steps away from Derek, making my way over towards Scott.

''Okay, we saved your life, which means you're gonna leave us alone'' Scott literally growls.

''You got that? And if you don't, I'm gonna go back to Allison's dad and tell him everything'' What does my dad have to do with any of this?

''You're going to trust them?'' Derek made sure to glare at me when he said this.

''You think they can help you?''

''Why not? They're a lot freaking nicer than you are!'' Scott stresses. It looked as if Derek was just slapped in the face with shock.

''Yeah, I can show you how nice they are''

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Heartbeat: A Fragile Reminder

TITLE: Heartbeat: A Fragile Reminder

CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: Chapter 30 / ?

AUTHOR: brightsun-and-dark midnight

ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Imagine Loki falling in love with a Midgardian and his words to Thor about Jane during Dark World coming back to haunt him. “It would be a heartbeat. You would never be ready.”

RATING:  M for Mature

NOTES/WARNINGS: ~▪︎~FOR THE WHOLE STORY~▪︎~

AUTHOR'S NOTES: Check Masterlist. It's going to be a long read. I try to keep each chapter around 3,000 words.

My Ao3: brightsun_and_darkmidnight

!-!TRIGGER WARNING(S)!-!

So many triggers, read ALL of them!

Swearing. Angst. Death. Depression. Violence. Self-harm. Regret. Carelessness for safety. Doubts. Torture. NSFW. Smut. Fluff. And Of Course- Mischief.

Summary: Typical reckless Alicia. If you look close some information is discovered.

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Loki and Thor went to Asgard while some of the team went on a standard search mission to a frequently visited base of Luit's people. It was easy at first because it seemed abandoned but Alicia was currently in the med room being healed by Emma.

"You are so ridiculously reckless. You have trained in shields. So tell me… why didn't you use them?"

Alicia groaned as Emma pulled a bullet from her arm. "I did. For the kid."

"Peter would have been fine. You left yourself open and now look at you." Emma healed the wound.

Alicia hissed, "what? No soothing sensation?" She laughed then hissed again as Emma forced to much seder into her. "Wasn't the bullets enough?"

Emma laughed dryly, "you probably put Peter in more danger. Fury is going chew both of you and Loki might kill Peter when he finds out."

"Fury is not going to find out. Loki is across the world. Not much he can do." Alicia watched Peter's leg bounce quickly on the other side of the glass wall. "Will you please go calm him down?"

"He can wait. Or do you want scars for Loki to see?" Emma's eyes met Alicia's as she attempted to relax.

The mission playing over in her mind. Peter and Alicia were in a different room than the rest of the team. They were ambushed as a secret door opened. Alicia was close enough to put a shield between Spiderman and the gun and then pushed out. The bullets ricocheted and another gunman shot at Alicia. Two bullets hit her, one stuck and the other grazed her arm. 

Emma stepped back causing Alicia's body to melt on the bed, the tension gone from anticipating more painful healing. "I want to go back there." Alicia poked and pulled where the wound used to be, noticing little dots for scars as well as the stabbing pain that still lingered. "They came from behind a panel in the wall. Like a basement."

Emma sent Alicia a glare, "how about, no?"

"What if all of the bases have secret places? What if my father is in one?" Alicia sat up and swung her legs over the bed. "I think it's a good idea."

Emma muttered under her breath, the words, "give me strength," made Alicia smirk. She stood up and went to the door. Peter was already at the door with wide eyes.

"I'm so sorry! I wasn't paying attention and you got hurt and I called Loki-"

Alicia sighed and pinched her nose as the boy kept rambling on and how Loki was on his way. She put her hand up and he stopped. "Peter. It's ok.

"No it's not. It is my fault-"

Alicia ran her hand over her face, "Was Loki upset? Does he know what happened?"

"Just that you were hurt on a mission and he hung up really quick."

Alicia patted the boy's shoulder, "We keep it simple. Just an ambush and I was caught off guard." 

"Shouldn't we tell him the truth? -he is going to find out-I'll just tell him."

"I will talk to him. Let's go find the others."

Alicia told everyone what to tell Loki then confirmed that there was a secret door to a lower level. Everyone debated on what the next move would be. Tony stated that the man Alicia had Peter tie up was still not gathered from SHIELD. When she was left alone she cloaked herself and went to the holding cell. Alicia opened the first door, as soon as Alicia opened the door to the actual cell and made sure to do her best to cloak that as well. The man had his head down and seemed to be going to sleep. Alicia stood in front of the man. She removed the cloth over his eyes forcing him to sit straight. His eyes blinked rapidly to focus in the bright light, searched the room then they widened.

Alicia revealed herself due to losing focus, "I see you remember. I don't take kindly to people who point guns at kids. But that's not why you are here. Tell me about where Marcus is."

His eyes narrowed.

Alicia placed a finger on a small cut on his face and healed it, "this could be easy. Or painful. Your choice really." Alica removed the gag, "let's start with the hidden places. Are they in all of your bases?"

The man laughed, "I don't know."

"How many bases have secrets?"

"Why would I tell you?"

Alicia smiled down at the man, "To make my life easier. I am getting tired of not having results..so I will get them myself." She was not wasting her time training harder than she ever did, everyday to sit around and wait. Alicia pushed on the man's chest, "going to tell me anything?"

"No." His breaths became shallow, quick and then he slowly started to wheeze. His breaths becoming nonexistent.

Alicia stared into the man's eyes and watched the panic set in. "Do you want to talk now?"

The man closed his eyes and Alicia watched as he nodded. She eased her magic out to allow him to breathe. He frantically explained how he has only been in two bases. He never saw the other tunnels that lead to the other few bases because they were blocked off by guards.

Alicia heard the door open a few seconds ago as Marcibeth walked in and the man went silent. She stood beside Alicia, 

"That's plenty more information I have gotten out of any of them. You must have got lucky and had one with information."

Alicia crossed her arms as Marcibeth put her hand on her hip. "He came out of a secret tunnel. More came out and we had to retreat due to my injury. I'm still supposed to be protected or what the hell Fury's order was." Alica noticed Marcibeth eye her. Alicia waved her hand, "Simple injury. But I think you are losing your touch."

Marcibeth scoffed, "it is not the number but the quality. You have yet to give me anyone valuable."

"I'm tired of waiting for you to get here and come up with nothing. This group of terrorists are not just out for me. They are targeting Asgardians and people who support them."

"I watch the news."

Alicia rolled her eyes at Marcibeth's snarky comment. "I just don't understand why…. Luit is Asgardian. It doesn't make sense."

"He must have a reason." Marcibeth bitterly snarled, "if it wasn't for Marcus we wouldn't be in this situation."

"He is our father."

Marcibeth laughed.

Alicia glared at her sister, "I don't see what is so funny."

Marcibeth gestured everywhere, "this whole situation. Us. Our lives. If Marcus never killed HIM -Edward would not be after you. You don't understand it but our lives would be different."

Alicia's eyebrows scrunched, "well yeah. We probably would have normal jobs, not here doing this." Alicia gestured to the man still tied to the chair.

The man spoke up, "I would rather be somewhere else as well."

Marcibeth rolled her eyes stepping forward, "well let me put you somewhere else then."

Alicia put her shield in front of Marcibeth, "he might have more information." 

Alicia watched Marcibeth push on the shield and her hand emit grey. Alicia explained Loki and Emma trained her constantly, both of them insisting that she uses that particular shield. It's good against physical and magical attacks. Then the shield became clearer until it disappeared completely with a further explanation it does not last long.

After Alicia tried to get more information, Marcibeth took care of finishing things.

Marcibeth explained she found a spell to counteract the seder from making the magic swell telling Alicia to get a piece of jewelry that she would wear all the time. Alicia picked out one of the simpler thumb rings Loki gave her, it worked well for all occasions and went well with her tracking necklace, and engagement ring.

Marcibeth got a book with her messy handwriting, held the ring with both glowing hands to her lips as she chanted in a whisper as her eyes skimmed the page. Marcibeth placed the ring on Alicia's thumb. Alicia watched as her sister closed her eyes and noticed the dark bags under them.

Alicia put her hand on Marcibeth's shoulder, "Mar..have you been sleeping?"

A small smile crept on her lips, "I've been missing out on my beauty sleep." 

Her eyes opened and Alicia noticed how dark they were. Her skin even paler than before. Alicia didn't notice that before this moment.. "Did that spell do that to you? You look… exhausted."

Marcibeth stood up from their sitting place and dusted herself off even though the floor was clean. "I will be fine. Let's test out the cuffs and see if I did that right."

Alicia looked at the clock, "We better hurry then.. Loki will be busting through that door any minute. You know how much he approves of this." Alicia let her sister put the cuffs on her. The pain was still excruciating but there was not that much swelling. There were times where the pain was bearable and she was aware. Then the other times her magic flared and that was the only thing she could think of.

Then she felt her magic start to build again. In the middle of the most intense part the feeling was released abruptly. Alicia gasped and struggled for air. She was rolled over and felt liquid pour out of her mouth. The rush of seder through her back made her whine and gag.

There was screaming but Alicia could barely make it out. 

"You think this helped?! Look at her. She is a mess!"

"You have no idea how long she will be in those cuffs! She needs prepared!"

"An hour?! An hour in those cuffs?"

"And how fast do you think you will get to her?"

Alicia whispered for them to stop, told them they were being to loud. Alicia was angry as the yelling continued and kept repeating it until she had the strength to scream. The room went silent and the rushed seder was no longer painful.

"Rest Alicia. No more fighting anymore…"

Alicia was rolled over and she saw familiar braided red hair and Emma's forehead covered with sweat. Alicia nodded as the room went completely silent as she focused on breathing and calming her body. A hand holding her left made her wince at a pain in her wrist. A low voice telling her to stay awake. Hand on her face and turning her head. She opened her eyes to see Loki there. Her eyes closed as she felt a darkness pulling at her.

A few taps to her face and a flood of seder rushing through her body had her eyes open.

"Alicia… don't fall asleep.. hey."

Loki watched her eyes close.

Emma pushed Loki's hand away from her face. Her own hands touched Alicia's temples and pulled away. "Leave her sleep. Just leave her sleep. She needs to rest. Get her to the med room. I need to make phone calls."

Loki picked Alicia up and hurried to the med unit. There were at least five Asgardian healers there who took Alicia. Loki was forced to stay on the other side of the glass then they closed Alicia off from others with a close of a curtain and the glass became opaque. Loki assumed it was to remove her mission gear from a mission that somehow went wrong... Loki went to search for Emma since he could not do anything standing on the other side of the glass.

He found her pacing frantically, "yes her dreams. Ok. I will see you all soon."

"What is in her dream?"

Emma turned around quickly, "Loki! I-I don't know what you are talking about."

Loki walked towards Emma, "a stutter? From you. What has you so shaken?"

"I'm not talking about it." Emma tried to move past him but when he tried to grab her, she moved back, "don't."

Loki felt his eyes narrow as they focused on this uncharacteristic behavior. Then he guessed aloud, "the worst vision." 

Loki let the healer go and turned. He was going to get to Alicia, read her mind and figure out what in Hel was going on. A healer stopped him from getting close to Alicia, every single one of them insisting she sleep. Loki watched as Alicia was transferred to a comfortable and plush bed. The stones for deep sleep placed along her forehead. He was forced outside where Thor and Jane waited impatiently with quick whispers.

Thor noticed Loki and took long strides, "She is experiencing her worst vision in a dream?"

Loki stood by the door picking relentlessly at his hand. "I have no idea what is going on. Everyone is keeping her a secret."

"I was only notified she was in her worst vision. In a dream. I don't know anything else."

Jane stared at Loki, her eyes shifting as she searched both of his for an answer, "Can't you look in her mind?"

"They wont let me close."

Emma spoke up outside the door of the room, "Her SISTER had her in the damn cuffs for too long.. maybe she was going to have a natural vision but was stuck in the cuffs. I don't know." Emma pushed the door, "Eir is on the way." Emma met Loki's eyes then looked away, "go relax. Eir or I will come get you." She made sure to shut the door and the guards took their places.

Thor urged him to eat. He tried but Tony teased Loki about a prince playing with his food then held his hands in defense after a death glare. The team barely talked after but Peter was poking at his food with a small tremor in his hands. The glances sent towards the boy from everyone else was obvious. Loki sat back and asked Peter how things went today.

Peter's wide eyes met his then looked around, "me?" His eyes went to his fiddling fingers with a shrug, "it went well. Really well."

Loki casually asked, "tell me about it."

"Uhh…" Peter's eyebrows raised and lips pursed, "school. Homework. Ya know, the usual." 

Loki attempted to keep his voice controlled, "You were on today's mission."

Then the boy's eyes turned up, lips pressed together as he swallowed. "I'm sorry."

Tony spoke up trying to stare down Loki, "Alicia said they came from nowhere. Some sort of passage to a downstairs corridor. It's not the kid's fault." Tony spoke up, "Alicia put in a mission request to go back and check the location."

Loki tore his eyes from the boy to roll his eyes, "Of Course she would." Loki's jaw clenched as everyone started to plan. It was to get to the last location, go to the same room Peter and Alicia was at..but they would need Alicia to point out where they came from since Peter never noticed other than behind him.

Thor's eyes caught something and he stood. Loki stood and turned as well. Emma stepped forward with a mask of no emotion, "Eir wants to speak with the both of you." The others stood but Emma quickly spoke, "this is matters of Asgard."

Loki's eyes narrowed but followed Emma's quick steps. Thor and Valkyrie right behind while Jane took quicker steps to keep up. Everyone knew not to question if it was "matters of Asgard." It usually meant the information was secret. Emma opened the door and allowed everyone in. Alicia was moved to the makeshift soulforge.

Eir stood beside Alicia who was barely awake. Her information displayed above. "Do you see it?"

Everyone stepped around the bed glancing at the information then watching as Alicia fought to stay conscious. Emma stayed back while crossing her arms. Loki looked carefully, he never seen a Midgardian's information and most things were the same as an Asgardian.

Jane looked from all angles, and her eyes scrunched, "It is… odd. Is this faulty?"

Eirs face did not change from the stoic healer expression, "The one in the Asgardian city is the best in this world, so I would like to take her there. It is saying she has a mix of Asgardian in her but not much."

Alicia shifted and made a sound that was pained and tired. Emma went to Alicia's side, put her hand over Alicia's fast heart beat. Loki watched the seder go to her heart and pump through her body then lit up throughout. Some spots are familiar to Asgardian bodies the others must be Midgardian. Eir explained Alicia had energy deposits through her body and that most were close together due to her bloodline mixture.

"We will need to train her how to use the smaller pockets for storage and the larger ones for constant flow." Emma put her hand over Alicia's forehead and Alicia closed her eyes again. "I knew she had issues with regulation during the first training session, before this information. That is why I taught her the things I did. She is supposed to use shields all the time, her healing, keep forcing herself into visions.."

Loki felt a surge of Alicia's magic and Emma put her hand to Alicia's head. 

"It is still changing." 

Eir let the soulforge stop working, "When she wakes. Let her gain consciousness. Monitor her thoughts as she does."

Emma nodded as Eir made everyone leave the room.

Thor asked, "do you know what her worst vision is?"

Eir held her head high, "Just that it is in her dreams and changes. Do not ask Emma."

Loki's jaw tensed and then he sighed, "She joins Asgard because of her blood. But what about the ship?"

Jane looked over her shoulder towards Alicia's room, "Hopefully we will get some sort of warning."

Eir stated, "her vision could change due to it being in her dreams."

Another healer came out, "Lady Eir, she is awake… in a vision currently."

[jennsmischievousmind]

EXSOMNIS

CHAPTER 2 - Red Light

Exsomnis: Wakeful, Vigilant

Summary: Fresh Doctor out of residency you didn’t expect Conyers to be this uneventful until everything happened at the same time. From the outset, an odd meeting with what seems like a steadfast Detective but it was only the beginning.

Notes: English is not my native language, I’m trying to get better at it, please be indulgent.

Based on the movie Prisoners by Denis Villeneuve (so I don’t own any of the OG characters) if you haven’t seen it, I recommend you do (maybe before reading) :) The story takes place before and through the event in the movie.

The temperature dropped radically at the holiday season approaching, you couldn’t wait to get home. 10 PM strike the end of your shift, you mentally slapped yourself remembering you had run out of prep meal. The Chinese restaurant at the last bus stop will have to do.

Flopping down on a chair near the window, a waitress came right away as the place was practically empty.

“Rice and spicy chicken soup, and to drink?” she tapped her pen on her notepad.

“Water please, no straw thanks.” As she strolled back to the Comptoir, your head fell into your hands, elbows resting on the table, if it wasn’t for your grunting belly you would be home showered and tucked into bed.

The door’s chime announced a new costumer, letting in a stream of glacial air on his way, you shivered pressing your legs together, not bothering to look who had entered.

“Rough day?” the newcomer asked.

“Rough life.” You answered curtly, not in the mood to have a talk with a stranger.

“Tell me about it.” You heard a sigh then a chuckle, intrigued you finally looked up.

A smirk, a sharp jaw, and some sad blue eyes had you at attention in a second. Detective Loki. You had met occasionally, at the grocery store or the hospital and Erin almost tried every subterfuge for you to meet him, mostly in vain. She was funny, so you let her do her thing.

“Doc,” he nodded. Somehow you gestured to the chair next to you, pushing it with your feet, he took the hint and let his heavy jacket fall from his broad shoulders.

“I’d presumed you’d want to enjoy your time alone.” he picked up a pair of chopsticks.

“I don’t mind some company, as long as you don't ask me about the hospital.” He smirked, still playing with the chopsticks without breaking them apart, a way of keeping his tattooed hands busy. You quickly stared at the tattoos wondering the meaning of them. Pondering if he had more than these and the star on his neck.

The waitress cut your thoughts when setting your bowls in front of you and a plate and a mug of coffee in front of him.

“I see you’re known here,” you eyed his plate after thanking the waitress. He scoffed picking at his food.

“There’s not a lot of places which stay open this late here.” Both of you ate in a comfortable silent at first, then he’d talked a bit about the police station, he had you talk more though, mostly on how your first 6 months in Conyers went.

Plates were gone, the warm mug of decaf in your hands prickling at your skin. “

"How your stitches are doing by the way?” His hand went to his rib.

"I thought you didn't want to talk about hospital matters?" he asked amused

"Occupational hazard? you arched an eyebrow, a Doctor never really cease caring for his patient."

"Good to know I have you to care for my injuries." you scoffed at his saying but surprised yourself at feeling the blush creeping on your cheeks.

"Let's hope I'll not have to stitch you up in a long time." he raised his coffee mug at your saying.

“I'm no doctor, but I think they're fine...” he blinked again three times in a row, looking back at you, you avoided his eyes trying not to be so obvious about his motor tics.

A gust of wind made the door’s chime moved, you look at the door, he didn’t.

The air was glacial, winter was definitely here, you blessed your mentor back in Cleveland for the warm coat she had offered you. Conyers was by far, colder than Cleveland.

“Where’s your car?” You jumped at the sudden question.

“I came with the last bus actually my car didn’t start this morning, 'was about to walk home, goodnight Detective.” Waving two fingers near your head you step backward and turned around.

You heard him fiddle with his car keys, his door opening, and closing.

“Wait, Doc!” Glancing back, he had his arms on the top of his car. “I’d rather drive you home if you don’t mind.”

“Y/N, my name is Y/N, you chuckled to yourself thinking that you didn't even introduce yourself properly, you don’t have to really” unconsciously walking forward the car.

“… It’s freaking cold, he paused, and look, it’s unsafe for anyone to walk at night like that.” He drummed on the car’s roof, keeping eye contact with you.  

“All right, all right. I cave.”

Seating in the car you became aware of the intimacy that the proximity created. As you told him your street, he stopped the car at the parking exit. His hands tightened the wheel.

“You were going to walk 30 minutes at night, alone!?” His sudden concerns and hardened expression had you confused.

He gave the wheel a turn and engaged the car on the main road not really waiting for your answer.

“I’m not stupid you know, I don’t go, Gretel, every night.” Hand in your bag, a flashing blue light, and a buzzing sound got his attention.

“I can protect myself,” you said putting away the stun gun. His jaw relaxed a bit, his blinking became less erratic than a minute before.

“No gun?” The red light's halo engulfing the car, you scoffed.

“I am a doctor, remember? I don’t shoot people. I’m tired to see gun victims at the hospital.“

“True.” he stated not letting his eyes off the red light. “I better not get shot then.”

It was supposed to be a joke you guessed, but neither of you laughed.

“You better not!” You might have answered too genuinely, as silence fell in the car, his eyes left the red light to you, locking his blue eyes on yours.

The red light causing a particular tension, you caught yourself unable to say something, he stayed silent too, his eyes skimming your facial features. You started to feel warm inside, your hands getting clammy, you started stressing out not understanding why your body reacted so easily. A bright green light made you blink, putting a stop to this awkward but intense moment, your heartbeat returned to his normal rhythm.

5 minutes passed without a word spoken, your phone buzzed in your hands, lightning the abode as a text message pop up on the screen. It was from Erin that you renamed ‘Hun’ in your contacts. You saw Loki glancing at your phone while waiting for a truck to turn. Few meters later you saw the stairs of your house.

“That’s me,” he parked in the driveway. His eyes darted around the house as if he was looking for something that might lurk in the dark.

“Nice house,” he stopped the engine.

“Thanks. I would offer you a cup of decaf but …”

“Don’t bother, your friend must be waiting for you. “ he half-heartedly smiled looking at your phone.

“My friend? You wondered, I don’t ..., and then you got it, you assume I had someone?” You chuckled, taken aback by your reaction his erratic blinking came back.

“Goodnight Detective” you simpered opening the door.

“I, uh ... Goodnight.” he offered a simple smile, his eyes boring into yours.

You nodded inevitably smiling. You text Erin back, deciding to keep for yourself the "ride home", way too tired to spend an hour on the phone with her. As soon as you entered your shower fatigue overwhelms you, 3 minutes top until your head hit the bed’s soft pillows. Didn’t have time to think about the evening with Loki that Morpheus reclaimed your body for at least 8 hours.

During days Erin harassed you with Loki after hearing the "ride home" story, it was as she said “a big move”. It didn't seem like it, you had learned not to expect anything from men or women for that matters. But you had to admit Loki was intriguing and somehow charming, you were willing to try a little harder than usual.

Chapter 3 : Expecting the unexpected 

[writinghurtsmybrain]

It Begins

So, you might be thinking: “Why the heck are you WRITING a blog then?”  Honestly, I’m not sure either.  However, I think I just want to.

To introduce what my blog may be, if I ever actually remember to post anything again (lol), it will basically just be yet another stream of consciousness from one of today’s ‘troubled youth.’

Btw, content warning for mental health related issues, a lack of a filter, and poorly (un)disguised curse words.

As it is for many of us college zombies, I am currently struggling through the beginning of exams, and am in the midst of pretending I don’t have an exam tomorrow that I am not at all prepared for.

In the spirit of ignoring that exam, I will instead talk about one of the other things weighing on my mind: (one being that every time I use a semicolon or colon I constantly worry whether I am using it correctly, you suck brain) completing makeup assignments.

I’ve struggled with mental health issues for a good long while.  I have all the greatest hits: major depressive disorder, generalized anxiety, and attention deficit and hyperactive disorder.  Oof that’s a lot of big words.  Basically, I’m constantly going ‘ooh, shiny thing (aka this blog)’ while trying to not hate myself and worrying about that I hate myself and that omg I said that so that person definitely hates me and thinks I’m weird now, and I definitely failed that class and I’m going to end up with a horrible job that can’t pay the bills and I’ll have to bother my parents and live off them forever, will I ever be able to function normally, etc etc.

Wow, I’m not sure how that felt to read, probably disorienting and confusing, but for me, with every word I wrote I could feel my chest tightening, feeling as if a vice was squeezing the middle of my chest harder and harder.

I’m sure everyone has had that feeling.  What makes it different from anxiety though, I like to think, is intensity, length, and causes.  With anxiety, you feel fear and uneasiness more intensely, about more things that it doesn’t make much sense to feel anxious about, and the feeling lasts much longer, oftentimes not dissipating even if the ‘problem’ or thing driving it has been resolved or ‘fixed.’

Similarly, depression is different from sadness for the same reasons.  Sure, we’ve all had those times (at least I have) where we burst into tears because our buttmuffin brother had the rest of the almondmilk, and now you can’t eat your cereal and you don’t have time to make any other food before you have to get to school (ah, high school).  Though I guess that may be both depression and anxiety, cause those two lovely things like to do tag-team attacks that pummel you into the (metaphorical) ground.  Anyways, I personally feel that my depression (as it feels different for everyone) can generally be categorized into three (shitty, and often co-occurring) flavors: numbness, futility, and full on omg-theres-a-knife-stabbing-me-make-it-stop.  However, I think that’s a convo for another day (I mean, I gotta give both of us a reason to come back here, right?).

I’m sure this felt like all of my thought processes do.  My dad describes it as ‘a racecar with bicycle brakes’ but I prefer to think it more strongly resembles ‘trying to sprint without ice skates across a field of ice to a certain point indistinguishable from anywhere else that you arbitrarily chose, only to fall on your ass and slide and spin around, arriving somewhere and unable to find where you initially wanted to go, much less where you started’ (see, even my description of my thought process is an example in and of itself).

So thanks for reading, or skimming (I wouldn’t blame you; this is way too long).  I’m going to do my best to (hopefully) get some work done.

Here’s to hoping I make it back here in a day or two, cause I’m sure there must be so many waiting with bated breath for my next post (not lol).

Toodles (omg, as soon as I wrote that, I thought, but more explicitly, ‘who the fudge says toodles.’  Me. I guess I say toodles now.  Welp, at least it fits the overall oddball mishmash of elements this clustercluck of a post was.  Time to try and load as many tags onto this puppy that I can that can be reasonably associated with what I wrote.  Toodles)

[benbarnesescape]

Say It

Part 4 of the Swipe Right series

Warnings: 18+ SMUT as hell. I’m sorry I just had to go there.  If you’re under 18 get the hell away from here -  I don’t want you here. If reading SMUTTY stuff makes you uncomfortable go away. This is pure dirtiness for the sake of these two needing pure dirtiness

A/N: for @ladyblablabla - hope this fulfills your request! I keep writing this version of Ben and have to remind myself it's my version of him and he’s probably not this way…..I really secretly hope he is. Logan lives SOMEWHERE IN THAT MAN!  Hope you all enjoy!

You’ve barely make it through the door of his condo before his hands are you, needing to ravage and consume you. Yours hands find his face and you drag it towards you, needing to taste him again. He happily obliges, his teeth capturing your bottom lip causing you to involuntarily groan. He takes the opportunity to capture your mouth in a searing kiss, his tongue easily navigating against your own.

You both had been moving backwards, unaware of your surroundings until you hit a wall and you involuntarily yelp into his mouth, causing him to smile.

“You all right there sweetheart?” he mumbles, his lips trailing down your mouth to your neck. You nod silently, hands getting lost in his dark locks, needing him closer to you. Your hands skim over his broad shoulders - ‘Had he always had broad shoulders?’ You think to yourself - as they trail down his long torso, grabbing the soft cotton fabric and tugging it over his head.

He chuckles, his lips skimming their way between your cleavage, his head lost in the mounds of flesh before tsking,

“Y/N, Y/N, Y/N...must you always be in control?”

Before you can respond he’s pushing aside the left side of your shirt, exposing your taut nipple before capturing it into his mouth, causing you to groan involuntarily, body arching into his tongue.

“This shirt, this fucking shirt, has been driving me insane since I’ve seen you in it.” he circles your nipple with the length of his tongue, his body holding onto your hips firmly as your body begins to shake. He dips down, capturing your breast in his mouth and sucking on it until you’re sore but needing more, before releasing you with a pop of his mouth.

“I’m going to ruin you for wearing this fucking shirt.”

You look down at him as he skims to your other breast, his tongue leaving a heated trail that has your skin ablaze with goosebumps. His eyes stay on you, the chocolate brown irises consumed by his dark, dilated pupils and when he takes your breast in his mouth, his teeth softly nipping at the tender skin, you swear he smiles wickedly when you moan.

Apparently, there was always a part of Logan buried deep down in this man. Lucky for you.

He lifts you, your arms wrapping around his torso as he carries you to his bedroom, his mouth finding yours again. He’s not gentle as he drops you on the bed, his body slowly hovering over yours as your legs try to bring him closer to faster. When your hands move down to his belt he swats them away gently, grabbing your wrist and pinning them above your head.

“Not so fast sweetheart.” he whispers, his body wedging between your thighs and rubbing against your center. You whimper, your legs wrapping around his torso, trying to cause some tension.

He reaches behind your neck, untying your shirt and pulling it over your head, only releasing your wrist to get the soft fabric off of you. He kisses down your naked torso, his soft lips caressing your skin in reverence. Your breath hitches as his lips find their way to your midsection and he stops, watching you in amusement.

He takes his time unbuttoning your shorts, releasing your wrists to pull them down your legs. When there off, his hands find themselves on either leg, his mouth finding the flesh of your left calf and kissing its way up softly.

“Then you wear those shorts that expose these legs. Fucking goddess legs…” he murmurs this as he nips his way up your thigh, stopping when he’s closer to your center. He licks his way to the hem of your underwear, growling as he buries his face between your center. He takes a large whiff of your arousal between the thin fabric of the lacy panties you had on, his nose dipping dangerously close to your clit and you throw your head back.

You were so aroused at this animistic side of him and he hadn’t even touched you

“God, you smell so fucking good.” He pulls back a bit, watching you watch him before he bends down, his mouth circling around your center as his mouth begins to suck you through the fabric. desperately trying to taste you and you moan, your lip biting down on your mouth as you try to get closer to him. His eyes never leave yours as he licks up your folds, softly biting down on your soft bud causing you to lift involuntarily. He easily pushes you back down on the bed, his right hand keeping your hips down.

“Tell me what you want sweetheart.”

You barely hear him say it and your eyes find his again, breath labored.

“You know what I want.” you whisper back, unable to bite back the sassy comment and he chuckles, shaking his head as he pulls your wet underwear down your legs. He throws it aside before his eyes find your again, pulling your body down to him. His right hand finds its spot on your hip while his left slowly circles your folds.

“Where has this woman been hiding?” he his finger circles around your clit and you moan loudly and unabashedly.

“Tell me what you want Y/N. I want to hear you say it.” his finger continues its torturous assault on you and you close you look at him again, your lips puckered.

“I want you to fuck me with your tongue until my voice goes raw from pleasure.”

You weren’t expecting to be so brutally honest and based off the way Ben’s eyebrows raise, neither is he. He gives a chuckle, low and dangerous before his head is plunging between your legs. Your eyes close in bliss as his tongue makes easy work out of you, skimming up your folds before sucking on your bud tenderly. It's only when he sticks two fingers into you that you scream out his name, your release quickly following you.

He doesn’t stop, holding you down as he begins sucking you through another orgasm, this time his nimble fingers arching up to hit that spot that makes you see white and you're screaming, on the edge of losing yourself, your body shaking from the pleasure.

He watches you as he he works you through your orgasm, tasting you that he’s skimming back up your body, his mouth a gleaming mess.

“You’re a dirty fucking girl Y/N. Who would have guessed?” he whispers, looking down at you reverently before you pull his mouth down on yours, relishing in the taste of you on his tongue. He moans into your mouth, his tongue lazily lapping against yours  and your hands move down to his jeans, making quick work of his belt.

“You’re no boy scout yourself Barnes.” you mumble, your hands pushing down his jeans and rubbing against his erection. He moans again, loudly and animalistic and you smile against his lips, pushing his jeans down his legs.

“I think it's only fair that I only return the favor.” you whisper before your legs wrap around his and you flip him over, straddling his chest. He looks at you in surprise before he smiles, shaking his head.

“You’re just full of surprises tonight aren’t you?” he asks, his words lost on your ears as you make your way down his chest. When you reach his lower torso your tongue glides along his v line, causing his hips to hitch up as you drag his boxers down, allowing his erection to spring free.

“Geez Barnes, you’ve been holding out on me.” you whisper and he chuckles, watching as your mouth bends down over his head, licking the few drops of pre-cum that has beaded his tip. He groans, his head thrashing backwards and you take your time as your mouth swallows over him, tasting him and expanding around his girth. Wanting to feel every ridge of him.

When you’re mouth reaches his base he yells out “Fuck”, watching as you slowly start to bob your head back and forth.

“You look so fucking good Y/N….” he mutters, watching you under hooded eyes. You moan and he throws his head back in pleasure, focusing on the way your mouth is making you feel. You suck him hard, taking your time until he’s shaking, and he pulls your head away with a loud pop, pulling him on top of his body.

“You’re going to make me lose it sweetheart and I can’t have that. Not when I want to be buried in that sweet little cunt of yours.”

You don’t know what causes you to blush but you do, surprised at the vulgarity of his words and he smiles, his hips rubbing against your center.

“Don’t get shy on me Y/N,” he grabs your hips and angles you above his cock, “I want to see you riding my cock in absolute euphoria.”

You shift above him, your folds teasing his center and he smiles, thrusting into you slowly. Both of your mouths open as he enters you, taking his time until he bottoms out. He waits a beat, wanting you to adjust to the feel of him, before you begin shifting your hips on top of him. You slip out of him before slamming back into his hips and you moan in arousal, needing the feel of him to consume you.

He responds in kind, he’s hips thrusting into you harder and he pulls you down to him, his hands getting lost in your hair as he kisses you sloppily, full of lust. God you were lost in the feeling of him, and you  moan loudly when his penis bumps into that spot in you that makes your body writhe in delight. It doesn’t take long before you feel your body shaking and you grasp onto him, your nails digging into his skin.

“I’m…...Ben….I’m….” you can’t manage the words and he sits up, his hands finding your clit.

“Come for me Y/N.” he whispers in your ear and your a mess, unfolding around him as his lips lose themselves in yours. He pushes you down on the bed, his hips slamming harder into you sloppily, trying to chase after his orgasms before his fingers bite into your flesh, his head falling into the crook of your neck as he spills his seed into you.

Your laboured breathing consumes the room until you feel Ben kiss your neck, sitting up and pulling out of you. He grabs his shirt, cleaning up his mess before pulling you to him, both of you falling into his pillows as your head rests on his chest.

“That was….” You pant and look over at him as he smiles.

“Amazing.” He finishes and you nod, your eyes looking up at him.

“Is there anything about you that isn’t perfect.” you ask honestly and he chuckles, his hand skimming down your back.

“I would argue the same about you.”

You’re both silent. You take in the sound of his heartbeat against your ear, memorizing the soft pounding motion.  The way his breath is slowly evening out, the feel of his hand idly caressing up and down your back.

“I don’t want to rush things-“ he finally says, breaking the silence and you chuckle before murmuring,

“A bit too late for that.”

He swats at you before continuing, an amused smile plastered on his face.

“I don’t….I really like you Y/N. You’re entitled to date other people but I’m content with just having you.”

You look up at him, a goofy smile on your face as you shake your head.

“Barnes for the last time, act like this is a first date and play it cool. I’m supposed to squirm for weeks wondering how interested you are in me. You can’t get laid and confess your undying love for me on the same night. That's how you scare a girl away.”

The confident domineering man that had just ruled you in the bed is gone now, replaced by the kind bashful Ben you have grown to love and he blushes as he defensively states,

“I didn’t confess that I loved you!”

You roll your eyes before placing your head back down on his chest, shaking your head.

“You did in so many words…”

He swats at your bottom again and you laugh, kissing his chest tenderly before saying,

“Let's take it slow Ben.”

“I’ve been taking it slow for the past five years…” he sighs before finishing, “I just don’t want you think that I don’t want something more with you.”

You keep the large grin forming on your face as you whisper,

“I know Ben. Lets just take it slow and see where that takes us. I’m not going anywhere.”

He draws you closer to him, his mouth kissing your hair before whispering,

“Good.”

Your eyes close, happy to let sleep consume you when Ben’s door flies open and Cole is standing there, a bowl of cereal in his hands.

“Ben how’d the date goooooo….Oh.”

Ben groans, covering your body and you giggle, digging yourself into the comforter. 

“Cole, knock! Boundaries.” 

Cole is smiling, his head cast down as he slowly shuts the door. 

“My bad!” he says through the oak doors and you smile, shaking your head up at Ben. Cat was out of the bag now. 

Jen was going to kill you. 

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