#and this started before freya even turned 15 ugh

[imjustavenuxwithaboomerang]

to all you freaks (derogatory to the most extreme degree) that keep shipping freya and milo together, just know that i am rooting for your downfall and hiring a hitman as we speak

[love-of-fandoms]

Loving You: Chapter 20

Master List

Sorry this is so late!!

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Kandomere’s eyes opened at the sound of the door opening, and he squinted to see through the dark. The hunched silhouette of Daryl shuffled toward the stairs, muttering about a medical bill. “$25,000 for a hip surgery, what’s the fucking insurance for, then?” he grumbled, pausing when he saw Kandomere’s bright eyes staring at him. He stood awkwardly for a moment before nodding his head upwards. “Sup.” he greeted, beginning to move towards the stairs before pausing again, looking over his shoulder. “Oh and she knows about the whole… bright bullshit, if you wanna talk to her about magic or… something…”. He veered off to the counter and quickly scribbled something on a piece of paper, tossing $50 on the counter with it and quietly creeping up the stairs without another word. Freya shifted, mumbling. “Huh?”. Kandomere kissed her forehead, shushing her. “Nothing, querida, go back to sleep,” he muttered, and Freya sighed, snuggling back into his chest. “Don’t have to tell me twice,” she whispered, almost immediately falling back asleep. The next time the mates awoke was to Kandomere’s alarm going off, the sound some random pre-installed audiobit that nobody really thought twice about. Freya’s head rose slightly, sighing and pushing herself up and off the couch. She stumbled, being not quite awake enough to have her normal coordination (which in itself was kind of limited-not counting martial arts). Kandomere’s hands shot out to steady her at her waist, surprisingly alert for having just woken up, and once he was certain Freya was steady, his hands released her. Freya muttered a quick ‘thanks’ as she stumbled over to the kitchen to turn the kettle on for some tea. Daryl hadn’t even had a tea kettle until her first girls day with Sofia, where the young girl had been introduced to the wonders of tea and demanded they get a kettle for boiling water. “Tea?” Freya called from the kitchen. “Or coffee?” she asked, and Kandomere came into the kitchen combing his fingers through his hair. “Coffee would be lovely,” he smiled, giving her a quick peck on the lips before moving to the counter and inspecting the note Daryl had left.Thanks for the help FreyaSorry it was last minuteMy mom is fine, it was a pretty low risk surgery, and I know you’re going to ask: it’s fine that the elf is here, I just don’t want anything to do with magical shit-D Kandomere walked over to where Freya was sifting through a cabinet looking for tea and tapped her shoulder, handing her the note and $50. Freya quickly read the note, then rolled her eyes, throwing the $50 back on the table. “He keeps trying to pay me for babysitting,” she explained, seeing Kandomere’s puzzled furrow of his brow. “I have enough money, and a backdoor into my ex-parents’ bank account, I don’t need to get paid to babysit them,” she told him, then tensed. “I just told you, an FBI agent, out loud, that I still use my ex-parents’ bank account illegally,” she mumbled. Kandomere laughed and kissed her temple. “Good thing that that isn’t my division, then,” he smirked slightly. “But yes, it is not a good idea to tell a federal agent that you’re stealing money from your ex-parents,” his smirk widened at the red tint that had creeped from Freya’s face to her ears. Just then, they heard some thuds coming down the stairs, and looked up to see Daryl stumbling down the stairs, rubbing his eyes. “Coffee,” he grumbled, taking the mug that Freya handed him with a quiet “thanks”. His turned his head, once his eyes were actually open, and saw the $50 still on the table. “Ugh,” he groaned, turning to Freya with the bill in his hand. “Just take the goddamn money Freya,” he demanded, and Freya rolled her eyes. “You know, you could use the $50 to pay that guy who gets rid of the fairies!” she groaned, and Daryl’s eyes shifted away from her. “What? Psh… I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he mumbled, but Freya just glared at him. “Sherri is going to realize eventually that the fairies are getting at your bird feeder… again,” she said, a threatening undertone to her voice. Kandomere chose this moment to pipe up. “You have a fairy problem?” he asked, and Daryl and Freya both turned to him. “Uh… yeah,” Daryl said, eyes narrowing a bit. “Do you know how to get rid of those fuckers?” he asked, and Kandomere nodded, to his surprise. Both men barely registered Freya’s soft utterance of ‘language’ as Sofia walked down the stairs. “Mix in some hot pepper with the bird seed,” he said, to which Daryl raised his eyebrows. “The fairies hate spice, but birds don’t notice it,” he explained, and Daryl nodded. “Thanks,” he said, seeing Sofia and giving her a quick hug good morning. “Good morning Auntie Freya!” she giggled, giving Freya a tight hug before moving to hug Kandomere, not noticing Daryl’s tensing. “Uncle Kandy,” she greeted, and Daryl literally choked on his coffee, Freya patting him awkwardly on the back. “Kandy?” Daryl stuttered through his laughter, which Kandomere’s icy glare immediately silenced.“Only your daughter and son are allowed to use that name, you call me that and I will make your life a living hell,” he threatened softly, Daryl quickly responding with his hands in the air. “Fuck dude, alright,” he muttered, Sofia glaring up at him. “Language, Freya says swearing in front of children is rude,” she admonished, Daryl sighing and rolling his eyes softly. “Thank you sweetie, now go get ready for school,” he mumbled, pushing her softly back towards the stairs. As Sofia walked up the stairs Freya trailed after her, turning to go get the stirring Charlie from his crib. “Good morning, Sir Charles!” she giggled, lifting him up and smothering his cheeks with kisses. The baby giggled, his face scrunching up as Freya placed a final kiss on his nose. After changing him, Freya came downstairs with Charlie in her arms and Sofia trailing right behind her. “Sofia, hop in the car sweetie, I’ll be out in a sec,” Daryl said, giving her a peck on the crown of her head before turning to Freya. “Do you mind watching Charlie today?” he sighed, and Freya nodded. “Not at all! I’ll take any time I can get with this kid!” she squealed, squeezing Charlie a little tighter to her chest for a second, causing Kandomere’s chest to get a little tight watching her, his heart swelling with admiration for his mate. Daryl gave Freya a kiss on the cheek as he ran out the door. “Thanks! I owe you dinner!” he shouted over his shoulder. “I’ll settle for ice cream!” Freya shouted right back, giggling as Daryl sped out of the driveway in the direction of Sofia’s school. The human turned to her mate, giving him a quick peck on the lips. “Can you give me a ride back to my place?” she asked, and he nodded. “Of course, querida,” he confirmed, awkwardly maneuvering so he could give Freya a proper kiss without crushing Charlie between them. The infant burst into a fit of giggles, Freya quickly pulling away before the spit bubble could get on Kandomere’s shirt. “Let’s go grab your stuff, huh?” she (rhetorically) asked the baby, going up the stairs to his nursery to grab his diaper bag and some other things. Kandomere followed with a fond smile on his face as Freya got ready to go, somehow managing to hold the baby and diaper bag while running her fingers through her hair quickly. Of course, that didn’t go on for long, Kandomere quickly coming to her aid and snatching the diaper bag. “I’ll bring this to the car,” he smiled at her and she beamed right back at him. “Thank you!” Soon the couple and baby were in the car on the road. Since Kandomere’s car was, obviously, not equipped for a baby, Charlie had to sit on Freya’s lap, the human holding him tightly to her chest. Once they turned off Daryl’s street Kandomere leaned over to switch the radio on, some Pink Floyd coming through the speakers. As the cash register clinged and the bassline started Charlie started squirming with a smile on his face. Charlie tried to turn his head to look at Freya, and she ended up turning him in her lap so he could look at her as he babbled along to Money. “Do you recognize this one?” she asked him, having played many albums for him over her numerous times babysitting for Daryl. Charlie’s babbling crescendoed and he let out a squeal. “I’m so proud of you! Liking Pink Floyd! What a good taste in music you have!” she fawned over him, and Kandomere smirked, sparing a glance at his mate. The elf’s smirk turned into a full on smile seeing the smiles on both humans’ faces. Would our kid’s ears be pointed or round? He wondered, not that he would particularly care, he was more trying to picture what their children would look like should they have any. He shook his head to clear his thoughts and turned his attention back to the road. Soon they were at The Floral Sprite and the sprites were rushing from the greenhouse to gush over Charlie. Freya giggled and set him down on one of her work tables, letting the sprites ‘awe’ at him as Kandomere gaped, wondering what exactly was going on. Freya strolled back over to him, filling him in quickly. “Sprites adore babies,” she explained, gesturing to the work table, where some of the sprites had began to relentlessly tickle Charlie. “Ah,” he muttered lowly, tensing as the sprites all froze and looked towards him, not liking the looks they were giving him. “You need to come with us,” Tillie demanded, her and a couple others grabbing onto Kandomere and beginning to drag him towards the greenhouse. “Guys-” Freya began to protest, but Kandomere cut her off. “It’s fine, querida,” he assured, but Freya pouted, unconvinced. “Don’t you have work?” she asked, and Kandomere shook his head. “I’m only on call today, I have no active cases at the moment,” he explained, allowing the sprites to pull him into the greenhouse and begin their interrogation. “Look,” Tillie said, crossing her arms and fluttering up so she was face to face with Kandomere, or, making eye contact at least, with her body being about the size of his face… “We know you’re mates and all, but as per the girl code-” many of the sprites began to giggle, some of them rolling their eyes. “We do need to tell you, if you hurt her in any way, we will take out a hit on you,” she threatened, Kandomere’s eyes widened a bit. “A hit?” he asked. “As in a mob hit?” Tillie nodded. “We have our connections…” she answered vaguely, shooing the elf away as the sprites began to tend to some flowers. Kandomere shrugged, realizing that the somewhat awkward encounter was over, and walked back out into the main store. Upon going through the door, however, the elf paused, trying to process what he was seeing. Freya was squatting at the end of a table with her phone perpendicular to said table. On the table was a huge flower pot holding Charlie, who had a small flower tucked behind his ear as his head poked out the top of the flower pot. After Freya snapped a picture, Kandomere cleared his throat. “What are you doing?” he asked, and Freya turned to him, smiling shyly. “It’s for the website…” she said softly, lifting Charlie out of the flower pot and holding him to her hip. “And yes I have Daryl’s permission,” she said quickly, though the specification was unnecessary. Kandomere smiled and shook his head a bit. “Okay,” he said. “What are you doing today?” he asked, and Freya shrugged.“I’m just manning the store most of the day, I have a couple bouquets I need to put together and I need to get some roses for the single display…” she trailed off, getting lost in her head running through what she had to do for the store.“Can I help with anything?” Kandomere asked, and Freya looked up at him with a perplexed look.“Are you sure?” she asked, and Kandomere nodded.“Of course, what do you need help with?” he asked again, and Freya looked around.“I guess I could use some help just setting up displays around the store…” she mumbled, gesturing vaguely to the various shelves she had set up. Kandomere nodded, going to do just that. Soon customers were coming in and out of the store and Kandomere’s clothes were completely covered in dirt. He didn’t seem to notice, but Freya definitely did, awkwardly shifting. “I could’ve given you an apron,” she muttered as there was a lull in customers at the register, but Kandomere shook his head. “It’s fine, mi amor,” he assured her, pecking her forehead before scooping Charlie up and checking to make sure he didn’t need a change. Freya’s heart throbbed just seeing Kandomere so casually and seamlessly fitting into her life. Just then a customer came to the register, gently placing a hanging plant on the counter. “Your son is adorable,” she smiled at them, Kandomere and Freya awkwardly glancing at each other and then Charlie.  “A-actually we’re just babysitting him,” Freya blushed, ringing the woman up and collecting the cash, going into the register to make change. “Oh,” the woman went on, completely unphased by the discovery. “Well I’m sure you two would have the most adorable children,” she laughed lightheartedly, taking her chage and plant and leaving the store, leaving a blushing Freya and a smirking Kandomere.

Chp 21

[atlas-of-a-human-soul]

Royal, pt. 6 (T’Challa)

Summary: Freya and T’Challa get a moment alone.

Warnings: none

Word count: 1540

Watching them walk away was one thing, throwing people off their trail was another. My wounds weren't really cooperating with me either. I walk like my limbs don’t really belong to me and each step feels more like a negotiation rather than an order. Everything hurts now. Every damn thing. I took some pleasure in knowing they were okay, but I was in dire need of some rest. As the adrenaline stopped, allowing me to come down from the rush, the pain seemed to be amplified. It was intense enough to make me take in shaky, shallow breaths as anything more than that resulted in misery. I was far too prideful to admit I needed help, so I went back to that conference room and sat on a chair, trying to find some inner peace and do some healing. Water manipulation came in handy for numerous things if you knew how to wield it correctly, healing was one of those things. It was slow, but I needed to do it.

People aren't really aware how powerful it is, water. It seems like a weak element to some, but I consider it to be stronger than fire. For starters, water is everywhere, in each and every single thing in this world, even out of this world. Using it against people was easy, especially if you take in mind that people are about 75% pure water.

In order to heal, I didn't need an extra source of water..I had it on the inside already. Healing with water was a more delicate, refined process of repairing and regenerating damaged cells on a molecular level.

„Your friends won't get far.“ A strong accent in the voice made me stiffen.

„I'm not entirely sure what you're talking about.“ I say nonchalantly.

„I think you do.“ T'Challa responds, taking a seat next to me.

„You are mistaken.“ I reply and a silence settles in.

„You don't look good.“ He breaks the silence and I turn to him.

„Ouch. You didn't have to hurt me that way!“ I say sarcastically, placing a hand over my chest like I was deeply offended.

„Oh, I didn't mean it like that. You look beautiful. I meant, you look hurt.“ T'Challa blurts out, his steely face mask disappearing, letting that young man I've met only a few days ago make a reappearance. It was nice to see him nervous.

„So..You think I'm beautiful?“ I question, my eyebrow raised, a smirk playing on my lips.

„I think you're stunning, but that doesn't matter.“ T'Challa's mask was back, his eyes turned a little darker and any evidence of a smile was erased.

„Why'd you save me?“ I pulled my own cold mask on and decided to play his game.

„Although wrong, your actions were honorable.“ He says, boring his eyes into mine.

„Right. No ulterior motives?“ I purse my lips and lean back into the chair, crossing my arms over my chest.

„How about you answer some questions?“ He turned the game back on me and I was a willing player.

„Shoot.“

„You're enhanced, correct?“ He asks, his eyes focused on every move I make.

„Not exactly. I'm not like those Maximoff twins. I was born this way.“ I reply.

„From what I gathered, you can manipulate water?“

„You're correct!“ I say, not amused by the way this conversation was going.

„Tell me about it.“ It felt like he ordered me and I didn't like that one bit.

„Look buddy, you may be the king of Wakanda, but“ I was cut off by Tony, Natasha and Ross entering. I looked at T'Challa who was already getting up and leaving the room.

„I don't suppose you have any idea where they are?“ Ross looks to me, expecting me to blow the whistle. Has he not read my file? I'm not a mall cop!

„Nope!“

„We will. GSG-9's got the borders covered. Recon's flying 24/7. They'll get a hit. We'll handle it.“ Tony pipes in with an attempt to reassure the secretary.

„You don't get it, Stark. It's not yours to handle. It's clear you can't be objective. I'm putting Special Ops on this.“ Ross interjects and I jump up from my chair.

„NO! They shoot first and ask questions later! Are you willing to kill Captain America?“ Every time he opened his mouth I got angrier. He felt empowered to micromanage every little aspect of our lives, every damn thing done his damn way, just because we signed the Accords.

„What happens when the shooting starts? What, do you kill Steve Rogers?“ Natasha backed me up and I sent an appreciative nod her way.

„If we're provoked. Barnes would've been eliminated in Romania if it wasn't for Rogers. There are dead people who would be alive now. Feel free to check my math.“ My face was red with suppressed rage, knuckles became white from clenching my fists too hard, and I gritted my teeth in an effort to remain silent, hunching slightly so it exuded an animosity that was like acid - burning, slicing, potent. Thing is, no matter how big the fire is on the inside, it only comes out as ice. The room temperature dropped significantly and I knew I'd snap if he didn't stop talking soon.

„All due respect, you're not going to solve this with boys in bullets, Ross. You gotta let us bring them in.“ Tony tried reasoning. It was a better option, but I still wasn't convinced.

„How would that end any differently from the last time?“ Ross asked all high and mighty and the glass table froze into solid ice. His eyes switched to me and that act of the man in charge seemed to crumble, piece by piece.

„Because this time, I won't be wearing loafers and a silk shirt. 72 hours, guaranteed.“ Tony offers with a hopeful look on his face.

„36 hours. Barnes. Rogers. Wilson.“ Ross shivered and ran out of the room.

„Thank you, sir.“ Tony rubs his hand on his chest and slumps, exhaling. „My left arm is numb, is that normal?“ He questions and I roll my eyes at him.

„Ice princess, stop it. I'm saving your man's ass here. I am the reason why he might get out of this alive. Are you in or are you out?“ Every word Tony said stung, only fueling the fire that burned inside of me.

„I'm in.“ I reply through gritted teeth, forgetting to correct him on the term 'your man'.

„You might want to stop freezing the room. You know, before we all die of frostbite.“ He remarks.

„I kinda hoped it would freeze your overinflated ego, so I could chip it off, but hey, I had to try!“ I stick my tongue out and purse my lips.

„You alright?“ Nat pats him on the shoulder.

„Always. 36 hours, jeez.“ He exclaims.

„We're seriously understaffed.“ She says with a small sigh.

„Oh, yeah. It'd be great if we had a Hulk right about now. Any shot?“ Tony remarks.

„No. You really think he'd be on our side?“ She questions and I huff.

„No.“ Tony and I answer simultaneously.

„I have an idea.“ Nat says and I look at her, cocking an eyebrow.

„Me too. Where's yours?“ Tony says, almost excited.

„Downstairs. Where's yours?“ She asks and Tony smiles slightly.

„I'm not liking that smile on your face Stark! I'm gonna go with Nat on this one.“ I wink at her and head for the door.

„Meet me by the elevator in 15.“ I tell her and leave.

I had one thing I needed to get done. I might have lied when I said I had no idea where the guys were. We made a rendezvous point, just in case of separation. I was watched like a hawk at this point, but I knew someone who wasn't. I hated the idea of letting her do this, but I had no choice.

„Sharon. A word please.“ I say politely and she scurries over.

„Need something, Agent Frost?“ She questions.

„I need you to be honest with me. Did you give Steve the info on Barnes' location?“ I question and she looks around alarmed, to make sure no one was listening in.

„Yes.“ Sharon replies and I nod.

„Willing to help him out again?“ I inquire and she nods in confirmation. God, I hated this!

„Take the shield, the wings and this car.“ I pull out a key and give it to her.

„This is the address. Give them my best and warn them of the 36 hour window please?“ I ask, but we both knew this was more of an order.

„I will.“ She says, excitement in her voice. Ugh, I wanted to bash her head into a wall repeatedly, but I needed to keep my cool. Steve wasn't mine, she had every right to go for it now.

„Oh, Sharon! Make sure you're not followed.“ I tell her as she nods again before walking away.

I hurry to the elevator and find Nat already tapping her foot.

„I know. I'm two minutes late!“ I say as she points to her watch.

„Losing your touch, are we agent?“ She teases.

„Ugh. What's your plan, anyways?“ I ask and she smirks.

„You'll see.“

[sdmn-edits]

Miniminter Imagine: Mr. Minter (Part #6)

Summary: Y/N has heard Simon and Josh talking about her so she tries to run out but is stopped by Vik. Simon goes running after her but...

Warnings: Swearing, violence, graphic, sadness & very cute.. I think that’s it?

Requested: nope

Rating: 14+ (Swearing, Violence, Graphic)

A/N: Hey, I really have enjoyed writing this series so if you want to see more of this kind of stuff, let me know. THIS MIGHT BE QUITE EMOTIONAL PART SO BE WARNED! I plan on making another series soon - just need some suggestions on the topic, I’ve already got the person in mind for it - so let me know what topic I should do. Anyways, I hope you enjoy <3.

~Beth <3

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/-/-/ Your P.O.V /-/-/

“Y/N wait!” You hear Simon shout. You couldn’t face him. Not one bit. You carried on walking, down the stairs. “Y/N STOP!” you turn around, tears still burning down your cheeks. “Don’t even say anything Simon! I literally thought that I had something going with you. And that I actually matter to you. But obviously I don’t. I have spent my life trying to stay cool with all my friends getting to go out with some guy. And then I finally get one, and he throws it back in my face! I’m sorry Simon, but I don’t know if I can even speak to you now, never mind look at you.” His mouth formed a perfect ‘O’ shape, you couldn’t face it any longer! You ran down the stairs in an emotional wreck. “Y/N wait!” you hear Simon coming down the stairs. 

“Y/N, are you okay?” Vik asked, coming out of the living room with Josh. You couldn’t say anything, just more tears spilled down your cheeks. “Simon, what the fuck have you done?” JJ shouted. Vik ran over to you, engulfing you in a hug. “I haven’t done...” *CRASH* You hear a gasp. You and Vik stopped hugging. “SIMON!” you hear JJ scream. You wiped your eyes with your arm, trying to see what had just occurred. You vision focused on Simon, laying, unconscious, in his own blood. Before you could say anything, Josh ran behind and started dragging your limp, shaken body away from the scene. You struggled to get out of his tight grasp. “Let me go!” You shout, in Josh’s face. He didn’t listen, just carried out pulling you to Lewis’ and Freya’s office. “Vik call 999, JJ get his T-Shirt and start putting pressure on the wound and keep talking to him.” Josh said. “Josh, you know how self-conscious about his body?” JJ said, forgetting you were there. In that moment, everyone went quiet, Vik even went quiet even though he was talking to the operator on the phone. “JUST DO IT!” Josh shouted. JJ lifted up his shirt over his head, revealing bruising, cuts and faded scars. “The ambulance will be 15 minutes” Vik announced. “It’s all my fault” you mutter.

“No it fucking isn’t Y/N. Don’t beat yourself up about it. Shit happens, but right now, we need Simon to stay conscious, will you help us Y/N?” JJ said. 

“YES OF COURSE!” You exclaim. You spent the next 10 minutes talking to him, with tears streaming down your face. You talked about how Slutty Sarah got her name, you said about how you spend most of your time talking to a cat who sits on your shed roof every morning and watches you make coffee, you said how many teachers in the past have hit on you, you said about how he is one of the most nicest men you have ever met. The tears kept rolling down your face as you spoke these words, even if the funny things you were saying to him. 

The paramedics came through the front door. “Hello, I’m Sam and this is Adam, who might this be?” The blonde haired paramedic asked. “This is Simon.” JJ said. 

“Okay, Simon, Can you hear me?” No response.You started crying once more. “Uhh guys, what’s going on?” you wipe away your tears. “ugh who’s the fit girl who’s crying?” Simon said, giving you a funny look making you blush.

“You fell down the stairs and this is Y/N, you met her at work today.” Josh said. 

“I need to get videos out for the fans” he said, struggling to move. 

“No. No. Stay down Simon, we don’t want to cause any further damage.” Sam said. “We’re going to take you to the hospital, okay Simon?” Adam got the stretcher out. “Now, I need everyone’s help to put him on the stretcher, okay?” You all chipped in to put him on the stretcher. “Okay, who’s going to take him with us, to the hospital?” Adam asked. 

“Y/N should do it, she’s been talking to him whilst he was unconsious and did a really good job.” JJ said. You felt your cheeks heat up. “Thanks” you mouthed to JJ.

“Okay Y/N, get in the ambulance.” Adam said. You walked out of the front door with Simon. He pulled you in close “Hey, do you wanna have dinner with me later?” he whispered into your ear. “We��ll have to see Mr. Minter” you respond.

/-/-/ Final Note From Me /-/-/

Hi, YES I KNOW WHAT A FREAKING PLOT TWIST?!!! NEXT PART WILL BE OUT SOON - I JUST NEED TO KNOW WHO’S P.O.V YOU GUYS WANT IT IN. Thank y’all for the support on this series, it means honestly the world to me i love y’all so much.

~Beth <3