#but other people deserve to meet god first so I'll wait in line

[lightandfireandsunhavegone]

Actually you're a dumbass about the outdoor cat thing, but it looks like you've got some other shit going on so good luck with that!

Oh....someone doesn't know that outside animals who have strong roaming instincts and need more stimulation than the average person can afford in the average house do, in fact, belong outside.

Cats are categorically outside animals at least here in the UK, and I am willing to let you die on my hill :)

[bigdsgirl]

sobbing because its the finale, and I don't want my babies to go!!!

reliving the baby announcement brings me so much serotonin 🥹

why must I watch her be abducted, this will break me

HAHAHAH THE LEG REVEAL! FUCK YEAH

the second chance! its July 20th, 2023! Let's survive this bitch!

oh this is fucking stressful

Yi Joo, what a fucking baddie let's fucking go! choke him out, he deserves it!

side bar, Do Guk looks fire in that blue shirt

Oh god I'm stressed but I cackled seeing Jung Wook with the knife, all I can imagine is this:

shit the stab freaked me out get the fuck out Jung Wook, I will kill you sir!!!

that's right king, beat his ass!!!!!!!!!

oh the truck ruined me bye

the numbers are gone yes yes yes!!! its all over!

"Don't Cry, I'm Okay" - is bleeding out from the stomach, ok sir

MIL in the pink sweater, i love you queen

the tubes coming out of him, lol sir

Yi Joo, you have to eat it's bad for the baby!! Yes Mom!! You tell her!

Lol this dad is truly delulu if he thinks Jung Wook would change after being in prison

HAHAH I bet his mom cheated on him or something. That would be hilarious. All this BS for a mom that abandoned her son.

BOOM BABY I WAS RIGHT.

"It's my fault" too little to late bruh

Now it's time for Yoo Ra justice :D Oh she big pregnant and just shows up that the house???? LOL

"Let me stay here" - girl, you are asking for trouble. HAHAH It's time for a paternity test. Let's air this all out.

Manager Kim you have my heart, send all the good vibes

ahem, sir, flowers are not going to fix what you allowed to happen. Jamie, lay the man out. "it is your fault" - damn right it is!

oh the hands as she send him in 😭😭

"Meeting you taught me who I am" - I am going to sob. Just sedate me please.

"There is so much I want to do with you", I am so unwell, this scene is destroying me. She loves him so much and I love them.

The way he is back in his memories and wanted to help her even then. "What have they done to her", YES PROTECT HER! oh god oh god. never mind that's not protecting her.

the way he was that messed up and still went to her, I am losing it.

the prayer, you TWO STOP RIGHT NOW

"where did you go, leaving me all alone", sir. I love her sass of "I leave for 5 minutes!!! five!!! and you do this!!!"

TWO MONTHS??????????????????

"teasing you and giving you a hard time is the greatest joy in my life" I am tearing up, they are the light of my life.

HE'S HOME!!!!!!!!! MY BABY IS HOME!

Oh father-son heart to heart, oh good.

Hands, it all about the hands. Thank you show for giving me what I need.

oh look - back to the family I hate. OH MY GOD THIS IS A NEW WOMAN. He went and moved on.......... oh lord. oh sir a storm is coming. *evil laughter*

oh this is... iconic. I do feel so bad for the other girl, she does not deserve this. oh she is an angel. Joo Ri run, you deserve so much better.

Bruh, the way he fucked up so so hard. delicious. I love watching these people suffer. gorgeous.

well sir :) you got the girl :) nice work :)

"give me money" -- I'll give it to Yoo Ra, she is bold.

ok bad people got punished, let's have some fun :)

Mommy daughter time yay!!! I love them.

LOL I love that line "we are going to file our marriage" FINALLY!!!

Do Guk you DID IT!!!!!! You successful little bean you. <3

the ad placement is PRIME this episode. I love it.

Grandfather sassing that Yi Joo sees Do Guk daily. I love him.

omfg they lost the ring, hilarious - WAIT THEY ARE HAVING A MOMENT!!!!!!!!!! kiss kiss kiss!

omg look at them officially getting married and shit. I am squealing they deserve the world.

the way he RUNS to open the door for her. omg stop everyone is there to celly; they are so cute.

"I'm a good driver" okay queen, go off!

wait is she reenacting them first meeting???? I LOVE THIS. I LOVE THEM. I AM SQUEALING!!!! GTFO.

"I'm thinking I'd like to take my chance on a future with you" I-- I am so unwell.

I love love love love the ring. I love them. I love them so much.

WILL YOU MARRY ME YI JOO!!!!!!!!!!!!! SAY YES GIRLY!!!!!!!

oh my god the card key bit I am giggling

THE BRIDAL CARRY, THE EMBARRASSMENT I LOVE THEM. I AM OVERJOYED.

BABIES YES I WAS SO WORRIED WE WOULDNT SEE THEM.

MATCHING SHIRTS!!!!!!! MATCHING SHIRTS!!!!!!!!

I am overflowing with joy, this ending is everything to me. EVERYTHING.

"Every day and happiness"

the DUCK FACE AT HIS BABY GIRL.

"no more hearts" - has a million photos of them together. Literally me in life.

"So this is our perfect marriage" -- AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

for the last time

SO I CAN SEEEEEE MY HALOOOOOOOOOOOO

10000000000000000/10. This show has everything. I love them so much. <3 <3

the CREW SHOTS AT THE END. I love love love <3

now i must live on, post perfect marriage revenge :(

[reashot]

What Are Ya. Gay?

Cardin: Oh this is it boys. The end for all of us.

Russel: We're about to die and we have nothing to show for it.

Dove: At least you have your Mohawk. What did I even do with my life?

Sky: *snort* I never even kiss a girl...

CRDL: Same, me too, ditto.

Jaune: C'mon guys if we all work together I bet we can free ourselves.

Cardin: Oh go Fuck yourself Arc! The reason we are in this mess is because of you!

Russel: You just have to get caught by the amazons and reveal our location!

Dove: I see people do dumb thing before but you really take the cake here...

Sky: You useless waste of space of a man!

Jaune: I was just trying to help... 😢

Cardin: I'll shove your help right up your butt. No wonder your own teammates abandon you. You are a worthle....

Salem: I have reached a decision!

Cardin: Oh gods here it comes...

Salem: And I sentenced all the men to death!...

Everyone: Gasp!

Salem: By Snu-Snu!

CRDL: Woo-hoo, yeah! *hi-five*

Jaune: *cowardly whimper*

Cardin: What are you. Gay!

Salem: Now I will divide the amazonians into 3 group.

The one named Cardin will be snu-snued by the large women.

Meanwhile the rest of Cardin's teammates who's name I won't bother to remember because they are so forgettable...

RDL: Hey. We resent that! We deserves to be remembered just like anybody else.

Salem: Anyway... They will be snu-snued by the petite women.

And Jaune as the most attractive male. Will be snu-snued by the most beautiful women of Amazonia

*shows Weiss*

Then the large women!

*shows Yang*

Then the petite women!

*shows Blake and Ruby*

Then the large women again!

*shows Yang*

Jaune: *Terrified gasp*

Salem: Initiate Snu-Snu!

Dove: Goodbye friends. I never thought I would die like this but I always really hoped.

Weiss: It's Weiss first time... Be Gentle! *carry Jaune*

CRDL: *various grunting noises* Woo hoo, yeah! Oh baby.... Ah! Ah!

After some times...

Cardin: *exasperated breathing* We need rest. The spirit is willing but the flesh is spongy and bruised.

Amazones: It's time Snu-Snu!

Russel: Can we just cuddle? *dragged inside the room* No!!!

Meanwhile back to Jaune:

Weiss: Where go beautiful man?

Jaune: *Hiding*

Weiss: Me want Snu-Snu!

Jaune: Can we just get to know each other first?

Weiss: No talking, only Snu-Snu... *mount Jaune*

Ruby: Weiss you done yet? Me next!

Yang: No cut in line, me next!

Blake: Me join Snu-Snu!

Jaune: Oh dear...

Weiss: Wait turn after me done with him.

Jaune: Wait, wait. I want to know about you all first then we Snu-Snu. Hi my name is Jaune.

Weiss: Ugh! Fine... But you promise to Snu-Snu after. Me name Weiss.

Ruby: Me name Ruby.

Yang: Me name Yang.

Blake: Me name Blake.

Jaune: Well Weiss, Ruby, Yang and Blake it's so nice to meet you....

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Jaune: And that is the story on how I save everyone from the clutches of the Amazonians...

Pyrrha: That's a great story Jaune.

Nora: Wait how do you managed to save everyone again?

Jaune: Oh that's easy I just get to know all four of them, then they convinced queen Salem to let us go by agreeing to marry the four Amazonians in return for our safety. Isn't that right girls?

Weiss: He so gentle...

Ruby: Dreamy too...

Yang: And he manly...

Blake: I no want any man but him...

Ren: I assume Cardin and the rest of team CRDL are fine then?

Cardin: I had Snu-Snu...

RDL: We all have Snu-Snu...

[yandere-romanticaa]

I wanna watch puss in boots but im not sure if its worth it yk😭😭

Well, I have an excuse to share this TikTok now! But, I'll give you a legit answer - it really is worth the watch.

EDIT: OH MY GOD, I didn't even realize that I went on about this, my bad. Everything is under the cut if you're interested, kinda spoilers for who the wolf really is but chances are that you already know.

I watched the first movie when it came out and while I sadly don't remember it too well, I can tell you that it was fun. A solid movie, nothing groundbreaking but still really fun and cute.

However, Puss in Boots 2 is a delight that I never saw coming.

Something I realized as I'm writing this is that there are a lot of characters in this movie, like, a lot. We have 3 sets of antagonists, Kitty Softpaws, Perrito and Puss himself and some side characters which we see as well. For most movies it's really difficult to develop just one character let alone this many but I have to give a shout out to the antagonists because geez, I love them all.

The Wolf is by far my favorite and I kind of regret being spoiled by social media of who he really is. His presence alone is so chilling, every time the guy is on screen the entire movie suddenly turns into a horror flick! What I also love is how not evil he is and let me explain that a little better.

Yes, he is Death but he ended up helping Puss in the long run. If it weren't for him Puss would have never realized that he already had everything he wanted and would have thrown it all away by making that wish. Death ended up giving him some "tough love" in a way. Sure, he openly enjoys hunting Puss but that is because Death has his own moral code and he sticks to it throughout the entire film. He is an antagonist but he is not a villain, not like Humpty. He reprimands Puss for wasting his life away but in the final battle when Puss realizes that there are indeed people waiting for him and that he has a chance to live a full and true life, Death no longer wishes to fight him. He instead turns his back and says something along the lines of "I shouldn't have played with my food!" and doesn't bother Puss anymore. After all, Death came to take a cocky little legend into the afterlife, not whoever this new Puss in Boots is. Death walks away like the legend that he is, while telling Puss that they will meet again no matter what happens and Puss accepts this. Just overall great writing for both Puss and Death!

Humpty is the true antagonist of the movie and he is hilarious. He's that kind of villain that's there for you to root for his downfall while also delivering some solid comedy while he is at it. He became even better when that green little cricket was with him, that's absolute gold right there.

Goldilocks and the three bears made me tear up, hah. They are I guess what you would say "redeemable villains" but I don't think that description fits them well, if anyone has anything better to add you are more than welcome to do so. This group is the perfect example of the "found family" trope and I am here for it, the ending was so so sweet and I just!! Loved it!!

I also must give a special shout out to Kitty and Perrito, those two are heroes in their own right! That scene in which Puss is having a panic attack and Perrito finds him and comforts him is just... He is a good boy, he deserves everything! And Kitty, oh my. She endured so much and still managed to come on top in the end is just amazing.

This movie really is perfect for the whole family. It doesn't talk down to kids about the more serious subject matters which it tackles but it's colorful and entertaining in the best way possible. Even the adults have something to look forward to because while the main target audience are children, it's still not childish, it's the perfect golden middle.

My only complaint would probably be that the ending felt a little rushed and that Puss's stay in that cat hotel felt a bit dragged out but other than that, I have nothing else to add. I'd rate this movie a 9.5/10, it's just a wonderful experience overall.

[marvellousinternethideout]

BUFFY THE VAMPIRE SLAYER

Season 2

Ep 10 - What's My Line (Part 2)

So, where were we, oh right, a new vampire slayer, Kendra.

Oh so that part is right there's supposed only one and now there is two(possibly two)

Oh snap, I forgot about angel, someone save this guy.

Yes Buffy back off, Kendra is hotter than you .

OHHHHH, buffy died, right, yeah, so that's why Kendra is here.

Finally, tell them where is angel.

Wait, wtf, someone kill this janitor. Oh cmon now spike, find other vampires to bother .

Oh yeah, Jesus I forgot that Cordelia let this monster inside. Run, RUN Cordelia and Xander.

Yes, Xander gets it, Time to Run.

Dont trust the janitor.

B: "I don't listen, I do things my way", Kendra: "No wonder you died". BITCH the way I chortled, Lmao Kendra, youre hilarious.

Gonna say, no matter how cringey, Drusilla's acting is damn God.

I love dorky Willow.

We are gonna meet OZ again now are we ?

Lmao Giles found his match.

Buffy, you can never have normal life.

Xander and Cordelia are gonna kiss now aren't they...

I love when they fight, the tension, the build up. The sex is gonna be absolutely epic.

Yesssssss OZ!!!

Willow: "Your hair is brown", Oz: "Yeah.. Sometimes". LMAOOO I love them so much.

Also, who says the first thing that your hair is brown, only our willow.

Oz is my spirit animal, "I am not work kind of person or any kind". I get you.

I love their interactions, they are so dorky and nerdy. My kinda people.

WTF, CMON NOW, AGAIN! Stop shooting.

OZ JUST JUMPED IN FRONT OF WILLOW. LET ME REPEAT. HE JUMPED IN FRONT OF BULLET FOR WILLOW. AKHDHDIJSNM MY HEART 😭😭😭. BYE.

Two women fighting, my bi-panic

"Damn that guy got a major neck in his days", LMAO Xander.

"but nobody messes with my boyfriend ", Damn buffy. See this is what I am talking about. The superior ship.

No offense or anything but Angel deserves whatever Drusilla is/will do to him for what he did to her.

Now they are flirting instead of fighting, how long before they fuck.

Angel stop riling them up.

Angel is bragging too much, bro spike is gonna fuck buffy so calm down buddy.

Is Angel gonna die or like die but not really? Like maybe they will complete the ritual and angel will lose his soul.

Buffy really is a would.

I kinda want the Drusilla to wake up again. I want them to complete the ritual.

Why is spike is funny and Kendra hot.

I love when women fight.

DAMN BUFFY.

Yesss Kendra kill them for ruining your fav shirt. Priorities.

Did they complete the ritual?.

Why am I disappointed that they saved the angel?

OH HEY, OZ.

I love when their interaction so much.

"You have the sweetest the smile I've ever seen" OZ MY GUY😭😭😭😭😭

Their interactions oh my God 💕💕😭

Xander and Cordelia are back at it again.

X: "It never happened", C: "Good", X: "Good"; they kisses again. Good going.

I hope we see Kendra again.

Drusilla is alive against isn't she... YESSSS!!!

YESS and carrying spike like a badass.

Alright, I loved this episode, especially the second half. The first half was a little slow and I was wondering if it would be able to match up to the last episode and alas it did.

The two hot women fighting bad guys, what more can you ask for. The ultimate dream. Angel, angel, angel, you deserve whatever Drusilla does/do to you. You've literally ruined everything for her, I am sorry but I am on her side. I mean buffy saved you because she loves you but like you would've deserved to die by her hands.

Oh my Drusilla is alive again. Lmao I am really excited for that. Like, if we're gonna support morally grey guys then were supporting woman turned villain too. It's fair. So yeah this is "I support Drusilla in whatever she will do to Angel" Club.

So they saved angel in the end, which was nice, kendra is gone now, hopefully I'll see her again.

Now, my Babies, my OTP Oz and Willow, bitch we finally have them, they're interacting, they're talking, they're laughing, they're becoming friends, yess bitch, I am here for it. Their interactions *Kill me*, they're so nerdy and so cute, soulmate type shit. I know how they end up which is bittersweet and I am gonna cry eventually but you know what i will live in denial and in my head they end up married. Thank you.

I guess, that's it, I am really excited for Drusilla.

See ya in next one, cheers 🥂.

[hindiakotanga]

May 24, 2024

"Maybe we were meant to be a lesson to each other

But I wish you well, and I'm sorry"

-The Ones We Once Loved by Ben&Ben

Sabi nga nila, pwedeng ung taong nakilala mo ay dumaan lang talaga sa buhay mo to either to teach you a lesson, or to be a blessing.

It's been 9 years since I first met the person na naging parte ng buhay ko for a long time. He is one of those people na nandyan for me even on my worst days, in sickness, sa pagiging toyoin ko, at pati sa panahong akala ko di ko na kakayanin kasi nawala si Mommy. I'll admit na akala ko sapat na ung nandyan lang sya, akala ko okay na ung magkasundo kami, akala ko okay lang ung misunderstandings kasi normal naman un sa bawat relationship, pero ang daming dumadating na problems na hindi ko na alam kung pano ko lalagpasan mag-isa na dapat magkasama kami, magkaibang goals, and magkaibang beliefs. Kahit gano kami katagal, parang may kulang, at ung kulang na un, natagpuan sa Kanya.

As per Matthew 6:33 (NIV), "But seek first his kingdom and his righteousness, and all these things will be given to you as well."

After the breakup, I decided to seek God again, and come back to Him, which I can say is the best decision that I've ever made. It's not the usual comfort that your friends can give. Iba pag Siya ung kausap mo, kasama mo. For a long time, I felt lost, but He found me. He accepted who I am, even on my darkest days, and though I don't deserve it.

Naranasan ko ung pagbabago sa buhay ko nung tinanggap ko Siya. Ung mga problema na hinaharap ko mag-isa noon, ngayon kasama ko na Siya palagi. Sobrang daming blessings na hindi ko nakikita before, na ngayon hindi ko alam kung paano ko ipagpapasalamat lahat. Ung simpleng paggising sa umaga, ung makita mo lang ung mahal mo sa buhay, ung mga furbabies ko, ung mga bagong tao sa buhay ko na nakilala ko, my churchmates, my friends, all of them are blessings. And I can say that I am truly grateful to God.

Iyon siguro ung kulang sa min before. We are happy sometimes, then we argue, but we never seek His guidance. But I never regret meeting him. Madami akong natutunan sa relationship na un. Tama nga sila na minsan, hindi ung tao ung namimiss mo kundi ung memories. And I still pray the best for him, no hate. I'm happy that he is starting a better life without me. And I can say that I already let go of the past, and now focused on the present. My present life with God.

I learned to easily forgive the people around me too as I don't want to hold any grudge with them. Some may say that "Magalit ka naman, Why are you so forgiving?, Ang tanga mo naman Angelica". I know that they are concerned with me, but I admit na sometimes, I'm already being fed up with those lines. Pero kapag naiisip ko na kung si Lord nga, napatawad tayo na makasalan, so who am I not to forgive someone who once became a part of my life, who am I to judge them. If they repent, and correct their wrongdoings, who am I not to forgive them? And I know naman ung you can forgive but it doesn't mean that you are giving them the access to hurt you again. But I believe pa din sa kabutihan ng bawat tao, na hindi naman lahat sila ay sasaktan ka, at na hindi lahat ng nanakit sayo ay hindi magbabago.

So I'll leave this verse: Colossians 3:13 "Bear with each other and forgive one another if any of you has a grievance against someone. Forgive as the Lord forgave you."

As for now, I'll just wait kung anuman ung will Niya, and focus on my relationship with Him. I'll trust in the Lord with all my heart and lean not on my own understanding; in all ways I'll submit to him. So sa lahat ng pinagtagpo pero hindi tinadhana, may purpose bawat pain. Sa una mahirap tanggapin, but when you realize that greater things are waiting for you, you'll thank Him. Sa lahat ng taong nandyan for me, tinatama ako kapag naliligaw ako, hindi ako iniwan, always asking how I am, and laging pinapaalala sa kin na lahat isurrender sa Kanya lalo na pag sobrang bigat na, a big big thank you, next time na ung kape nyo 🙂 I can say now that what happened made me stronger, and I don't regret anything.

[madisonbeersource]

NO WAY HELLO U GOT ONE OF THE DISK?!?! u deserve it so much im so happy for u :')))

pls tell me how was everything, i want to know.

I CANNOT BELIEVE IT MYSELF I GOT THE FUCKING SIGNED CONFETTI !! thank you so much baby ): I swear I never thought that would happen!!

it was....surreal! I drove 4 hours and a half to Paris, near the venue, changed and I arrived at like 3:40 pm cause paris is SO COMPLICATED TO FIGURE LIKE THE TRAFFIC? A NIGHTMARE qsdfghgf but got to see where i was born anyway i was like i'll go to the venue even if I have to be there a lil later and god there were so many people already so i went to a line but it was the king of everything line so i switched and met a SUPER NICE GIRL there she was alone too so we started chatting in line, got some goodies from fans, then the KOE vip got in, then we did, got some merch and went to the actual venue and waited for her Q&A, SHE WAS GLOWING she was so happy to be there and she did not stop smiling, we chatted a moment, she answered some questions, a fan came dressed as the home to another one alien so she was so happy about that! she said that she was so exited to come to paris to quote her "the highlight i was waiting for the whole tour" AW :') bear my kids anyway.

then she went to get dressed while we waiting for the 1st and 2nd part, and i bought a seated ticket i was supposed to be seated but w the girl i was with we saw that there was still room front row like very front row !! so we rushed there and we were like okay we see her so well let's stay?? like, there was us, the lil space where the security is, was giving us water it was so welcomed qsdfghgfds and then the stage!! fuck the seated ticket i would be so close to her, and actually from the confetti canonball sdfghgfdi could almost reach it. First part was actually amazing, I LOVED JANN like I didn't connect the dots but i already knew him since i am OBSESSED w "gladiator" so i got pretty hyped to see him. THEN MY BABY WENT ON STAGE!! everyone was SO GOOD i never had such an experience we all felt like we knew each other we sung together held hands and screamed the lyrics, she was glowing her voice was SO HEAVENLY BEAUTIFUL she even played the piano while singing at your worst which she normally would play on the guitar but she told us in the Q&A that she had a surprise for us, so it was even more special, and SHE LOOKED AT ME STRAIGHT IN THE EYES WHILE SINGING DEAR SOCIETY !!!!!! (maybe she recognized me cause she saw me right when her life support album came out we could pay for a zoom meeting and i got ticket for that and since she easily recognizes people she maybe did IDK BUT WE SHARED A SACRED MOMENT) i was dying i couldn't even fathom what was happening and still can't to be honest!! i have a few videos that i took (51 total lmaoo) and i got to capture this moment and i will cherish it forever. the whole concert ended too quickly we danced, we cried, we held hands and we screamed, honestly it was so good she cried while singing king of everything i think the energy got to her and she was so happy that she shed tears, special thanks to mama beer who was recording for a while and her brother that played the guitar for ryder!!

the confettis canonball was magical and the perfect ending to this beautiful night, and like she held the 2 flags we gave her in the Q&A and then she got out and then went back to dance w us one last time, and then we got some music for the end, and while i was taking all the confettis out of my body cause mind you i was literally in front of it, the light came back a lil and looked over at everything and then suddenly on the floor, and then i remembered the black confetti, so out of naivety i looked at the floor like literally the second i looked i saw a black circle i was like no that is imposisble, i reached for it light speed qsdghgfds and turned it over and it was her freaking signature on it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i was like OMGGGGGGG and some was like wtf where did you see it, and they took photos of it while i was over the moon w joy, the perfect ending of a perfect night ): i'll forever cherish it and i'll def go back to see her next time she comes to Paris!

you got the inside!! I hope it was clear for u, but i love you so much i wish we attended the concert together that would have been like a dream, but maybe someday<3

[ryuzakemo128]

"Is this how you see me? Is this how you think of me?"

Tommy Shelby

I hope you like this.

Paint The Roses Red

Pairing: Tommy Shelby x Fem! Reader

Prompt: "Is this how you see me? Is this how you think of me?"

Trigger Warning: Angst, mention of death,

A/N: Same idea for the reader as this one.

A/N: Tommy and the reader are already married.

You left a note near the bed saying that you wouldn't be back for at least two days, saying you had important business to undertake and that he wasn't allowed to intervene this time around. You needed this for closure and to put an end to everything.

Her employer paid her more than a little well, it could go from five hundred pounds to possibly one thousand pounds depending on the target. Some of it went towards her gun, maintenance is crucial for her line of work.

Some of it went to Ada, even though she was suspicious of the amount and you even told her its from her. Not Tommy or Polly.

"I'm giving you this because you need it for both your son and yourself," you said to her silently begging her to take the money from you, "You're a young mother, you need all the help you're going to get,"

"You want to come in for tea?" Ada asked you,

"Not this time Little bird. But I will make sure to come back and let me know next time,"

"Let you know what?"

"That you need it, so I can swoop in and help out, I might kill people Ada. But that doesn't mean I can't help you,"

You left that very night, back to London and the place were you were to meet a friend of a friend. Another list of names, the list of the next lot of targets and payment for each one.

"I know this might come to you as a shock, but you won't be back here in England for a while. I need your skill, I need you to kill these people and in return we won't tell your husband anything about your identity, other what you have already told him."

"I'll have to get ready, I'll meet you back here when I had my sniper rifle and I hope we can come to agreement about the disguises clause of the contract,"

"Don't worry about that part, your accommodation and everything else you need will be there. Like always Red,"

"I wonder what he'll say when he finds out, you might be my employer. You're also an old friend of mine,"

It took a while to get back home, you had to tell him why you were away first and that you had to leave again because it'll take a while before you could come back. You braced yourself for any kind of yelling and screaming, but it scared you more that you didn't hear any of it.

"We're stuck with each other remember?"

"yeah I remember, I don't know how to tell you this. But they want me to go kill a few more for them,"

"God, you've got to be kidding me right?"

"I wish I was, but unfortunately no and I know you wanted honesty. So here it is, judge me as you please,"

You were cut off with an embrace, "Is this how you see me? Is this how you think of me?"

"I see you as a loving, caring man that deserves better" you sobbed, "better than me at the very least,"

"Love, calm down"

"I'm taking that job, but whether or not you want to stay married to someone like me, is up to you"

"You already know I do, besides I can't see myself with anyone else other than you"

You ended up taking the job, sending letters to your husband about what you did, you didn't want letters back. But you did want letters sent to him making sure that you loved him with both your heart and soul.

You couldn't wait to see him again and you couldn't wait to tell him that it would be a long time before you would have to work another job like this one again.

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Professor | Zemo + Lauda

Professor AU!

Gender neutral reader

For @lieutenantn

Choices at the bottom of chapter 💕 [wip]

[Previous chapter]

Part 2

Graduation day. All your hard work had led up to this. However, what lay in front of you was a more important situation.

The two men you had fallen head over heels for. Your two professors who have made your university life so much more than what you thought it would be.

You were stood among the other students, waiting to enter the hall. The ceremony will start soon, but your mind was clouded about what you were going to do.

"Did you hear?" A student behind you asked their friend.

"Hear what?"

"Professor Zemo and Professor Lauda handed in their notice this morning. They're leaving."

"I didn't hear anything! Why?"

"I don't know. They both intend to return to their home countries to teach."

You freeze.

"What? Why?" The second person asks, clearly as shocked by this by you.

They both resigned?

They were serious about you.

The doors opened and you were all summoned inside. However, your heart was beating so fast, it's all you could really focus on as you entered the hall.

All the professors were already in attendance. You spotted them up on the stage.

They were seated quite close together. Niki with his arms crossed. Zemo with his hands in his lap, legs wide open.

They were looking right at you.

Niki sat up a little straighter. Oh god, how he wanted nothing more than to hop off this stage and take you into his arms. He wanted to run off with you right now, but he had to wait.

Zemo side eyed Lauda. He was unimpressed by how Niki let his facade slip. Zemo wanted you too, but there were dozens of eyes in here.

They just had to wait.

The hall filled up, but you could only focus on the two men up on stage. As much as they wanted to look at you, they were doing a good job of focusing in on the speeches. They would steal a glance at you every so often.

It was time for your lot to graduate. You stood up and followed the others to the end of the stage. You were lined up in order. This was the only time you couldn't see them until you were up there.

Every second without you in their sight felt like torture. You would have to shake their hands in a moment. Both of them would have to resist blatantly making out with you in front of everyone.

The process felt long.

Students came and went, shaking hands and accepting their degrees. With every student that went ahead, your heart began to race a little more. You almost forgot how to breathe as you got nearer to the stage.

Then your name was called out.

You head snapped up to the head of the university. They were waiting with a smile.

You could feel two sets of eyes in particular on you.

You took a deep breath and stepped out onto the stage. You walked over and shook the head's hand. You handed you the scroll and you thanked them. You turned to your professors and had to remind yourself once again to breathe.

As the crowd cheered and applauded you, you walked over to Niki Lauda and shook his hand. His touch almost had you melting in front of him.

"Well done. You deserve this," he says, smiling at you. In a quieter voice he says, "I'll be waiting at the celebration outside."

You can only nod softly as you step back.

You step in front of Professor Zemo who shakes your hand. He smiles proudly.

"I'll be waiting for you under the gazebo," he tells you, eyes glistening with pride. He was so sure.

"Thank you," you say, pretending he had just congratulated you.

He lets go reluctantly and you step off the stage. You hope your face wasn't as red as it felt. You sit down for the rest of the ceremony, no longer able to meet their gazes.

You could still feel their eyes on you.

Both men were silently pleading you would look at him. The tension between them was building and it wouldn't be long until the other did something drastic to the other.

The ceremony ended and everyone made their exist. As students filed into the hall outside to greet their parents, friends, and other family members, you went outside into the courtyard for some fresh air.

The celebration was being set up outside.

They would be waiting.

Helmut would be over at the gazebo across the field, away from the party, but still in viewing distance.

Niki would be waiting by the gate for you, bags packed and ready to whisk you away. He just wanted to love you freely.

People started to make their way over to the celebration lot. You took a deep breath and followed them, feeling like a sheep following its herd.

When you reach the first tent, you look around. You can see both the gazebo and the gate.

They were waiting.

Two sets of eyes were on you. They could see you clearly from where they stood.

Niki's car was parked right outside the gate.

Helmut had his suitcase situated by his feet.

They were both ready to leave with you.

The idea to just disappear into the tent next to you was overwhelming, but you knew you had to make a choice.

You hold your head up, relax your shoulders, and look ahead of you.

You knew what you wanted. You knew all along. Being the subject of both their affections was amazing and you felt beyond lucky to have won both their hearts.

You smile.

Your feet begin to carry you in the direction of your choice.

[To the gate]

[To the gazebo]

[To the tent]

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Chapter 3

A/N- Evey couple of chapters you will get Professor Hemsworth's POV and this is the first one 🥵 I really wanted to write his story and hear his thoughts too.

Summary- He can't get her out of his mind, the girl in the coffee shop. Will fate bring them together again?

Word count- 2.9K

Pairing- Prof!Hems X Reader

Warnings- Age gap (OC is 20) student/professor relationship, swearing, dirty talk

18+ Only!

Disclaimer: This is an entire work of fiction/AU and has no affiliation to real life what so ever! This is a fictional story about fictional characters who happen to share names and faces with some real people.

Posted: 5th Sept 2021

Taglist:- @innerpaperexpertcloud @pandaxnienke @chickensarentcheap @jjpogueprincess @longlostinanotherworld @mostly-marvel-musings @darklydeliciousdesires @monet-belle @help2700 @presidentpotts

Chapter 1 Chapter 2

Chris Pov

My Apartment was silent as usual, empty like always when I arrived home from work, throwing my coat and bag on to the sofa and slumping down next to them.

I couldn't stand the silence, it taunted me and brought back memories I'd rather not remember. I'd thought about getting a roommate but still hadn't gotten around to posting out an ad, the idea made me nervous. Although I hated being alone, living with a stranger would be even worse. I turned on the TV to fill the expanse of the large empty room that I'd work so hard for but ultimately meant absolutely nothing to me.

My mind began to wander back to this morning and the chance meeting with the most beautiful woman I'd ever laid eyes on. She'd taken my breath away and made me so nervous that I'd used some cheesy chat up line. I'd known at the time it would come back to haunt me tonight, no wonder she ran out of there as soon as she could. Thats why I hesitated, my hand brushed against the small of her back when I was about to ask her for her number and it took away my sensibility. I leaned in like I was about to kiss her, thank god I stopped myself though, how ridiculous would that have been?

I'd spoke to her for no more than ten minutes but somehow felt like I'd known her all my life. Asking for her number wouldn't have been the most unusual thing but she was in such a rush and I didn't want to make her late. There's absolutely nothing more I hate than tardiness.

I still couldn't get her off of my mind, she was beautiful, long dark hair that flowed down her back and the most piercing green eyes I'd ever seen. I couldn't stop looking into them, framed by dark eyelashes that made the emerald green pop even more. It's been a long time since I'd met a woman that made me feel as nervous as she did. The only thing is, she was young, much younger than me and I'd be fooling myself to think I'd actually stand a chance with her. Even if by some miracle I did, she deserved more than what I could give her, I was a mess, even after all this time I was still living in the past.

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I woke up feeling like a teenage boy again, a tent of my erection in the cotton sheets sprawled across my middle. I'd dreamt about the girl all night and honestly nothing about it was innocent. I rubbed at my eyes and stretched my muscles before finally getting out of bed, I had my first Junior Comms class to teach today and of course, I couldn't be late.

To say I was dreading today would be an understatement, I'd made a deal with the Dean to teach the Comms class because none of the other professors were willing and I was desperate for a job. I was hoping that if I exceeded expectations during my first semester I would finally get to teach psychology like I'd planned in the first place. Of course that meant being on my best behaviour and a lot of arse kissing, which I would do, albeit reluctantly.

The air was crisp this morning as I set off walking towards the university, luckily for me I didn't live to far away from the campus and the walk would help distract my thoughts because God knows they needed distracting. They always did.

Before I knew it, I'd arrived at the halls, looking up at the architecture of the building and realising my idea to walk obviously hadn't worked. I'd barely paid attention the entire time and it was only muscle memory that had gotten me to my required destination.

I held onto the door handle of the lecture hall and took a deep breath before stepping in, the room erupting into wolf whistles was not what I expected but admittedly better than what I was thinking. I scanned the room and my students, rolling my eyes at the girls lining the front row, their eager faces taking me in. 

The class was full of typical students, the usual cliques you see at every educational institution. The jocks and cheerleaders, the nerds and oh fuck. The air was almost knocked from my lungs when I spotted her sat at the back of class. The girl I'd been talking to in the coffee shop yesterday, the girl that had been on my mind and in my dreams ever since. She was here, right in front of me which meant she was my student and younger than I'd actually thought. Fuck.

Even though she was now out of bounds I couldn't take my goddamn eyes off of her, the way her wavy hair cascaded over her shoulders. I could feel my cock tingling when my eyes fell to her low cut top and that unreal cleavage. I pulled my eyes away from her so as not to draw attention and focused on preparing for the lesson, leaving the students to whisper for a while longer while I recovered my composure.

Like a magnet, my eyes unwillingly kept finding their way back to her and she looked uncomfortable, squirming in her seat. I was making her uncomfortable and I still couldn't stop myself, I frowned as I subtly watched her cheeks blush and realised she's probably embarrassed because she'd been flirting with her Professor. Of course she'd be embarrassed, I was so much older than her but was it wrong that I didn't feel one ounce of awkwardness at the fact I had been flirting with a student?

All I could think about as I watched her tits bounce as she moved In her seat, was burying my face in her cleavage and I knew I had to look away before my dick reacted. The last thing I needed in a class full of students was to be walking around with a fucking erection.

I could stand there and watch her all day but certain students had stopped talking and they were waiting for me to speak and I'd almost forgotten why I was here In the first place. I really needed to get my head in the game, being infatuated with a student would definitely not get me the promotion I was looking for.

I pushed my hands in my tight pockets, hoping to stretch the fabric a little so my semi-hard dick wasn't so apparent, then my eyes were drawn to her again and she was talking to Jake. That pissed me off and I could feel my jaw tensing as I cleared my throat rather forcibly, hoping to get the attention of the whole class at the same time as distracting her from the rather friendly conversation she was having with another guy. A guy her age at that.

"Now I've got your attention, we're going to use our first session to get to know each other a little better. You'll be doing quite a lot of speeches so it's best if you feel comfortable with one another. I'll start by introducing myself." I looked at her again, gulping hard when I saw her with the end of her pen in her mouth and the way her lips wrapped around it. Fuck. "So, I'm Professor Hemsworth and I'm originally from Melbourne in Australia." I looked to her and she smiled, remembering what we spoke about yesterday.

A student started with the typical Australian stereotypes although I'm actually surprised no one told me to throw another shrimp on the Barbie. I laughed along anyway, I'd been expecting it, it's literally the first thing anyone who isn't Australian says when they first meet me. So when I told him it wasn't very original I meant it, I'd heard it a thousand times before and I'll hear it a thousand times again.

I told the class a little about myself before informing them they would do the same, it didn't go down well, the room filled with groans. I looked to her and she looked downright terrified, I sympathized for her, it wasn't easy speaking in front of a room full of people but was the best way to break the ice.

"Claire Abbott." I called, watching the blonde at the front stand, nervously. She giggled and twirled her hair around her finger as she smiled at me, I knew what she was doing. I quickly glanced at the girl from the coffee shop as she rolled her eyes at the blonde at the front, I smirked back at her, amused at her tolerance for predictable girls.

"I erm… I don't know what to say?" The blonde said, looking at me questioningly.

"Just anything about yourself that we might find interesting, the first thing that comes to mind."

"Well I own four horses and I'm the cheer captain." I had to stop myself from laughing when she rolled her eyes again but the smile soon disappeared when I saw Jake lean over to speak to her and the way she laughed at him made my blood boil. I was seething, not because they were speaking instead of listening but because she was speaking to him instead of me.

"You two at the back, we'll wait for you shall we?" I called them out, my voice more stern than I expected. I was pissed off that Jake would easily be able to get to know her and I couldn't. She stared at me, her eyes wide, she was surprised I'd called them out in front of everyone which made me even more pissed off because that probably blew my chances even more. What the hell am I thinking? What chances, I need to remember I'm her fucking Professor.

She sat silently through the rest of the class, I still couldn't keep my eyes off of her and thankfully neither could she. She looked flustered and I liked it, I liked that I could make her feel that way without even touching her. She was so goddamn hot I could hardly concentrate on what the other students were saying.

When I glanced down at the sheet of names in front of me and saw Jake's name my jaw clenched.

"Jake Hudson." I couldn't help narrowing my eyes as he stood up, I just knew he'd say something cocky and I was so fucking jealous of him right now. I closed my eyes for a second and took a deep breath, I needed to keep my cool, especially in a room full of students and her. If she knew what I was really like she wouldn't look at me the way she did.

"Hi, I'm Jake." I bit onto the inside of my gum, that bit of pain keeping me grounded. "I'm also from Australia." He gave me that fucking cocky half arsed smile I'd been waiting for and the adrenaline shot through me. I was thankful no one noticed apart from maybe the one person in here I didn't want to notice. She was watching me carefully. I had to loosen my tie a little as he continued to speak, I was burning up with rage.

I'm glad class was almost over, I needed a stiff drink and I needed it now. I looked at my sheet of names again and there were only a couple left, I wondered which one was hers. I needed to know her name. Fuck. I needed to know everything about her.

"Jessica Watson." She stood up. Fuck, Jessica, it was a cute name and fit her perfectly. I was mesmerized with her and the way she spoke as she tucked her long hair behind her ears. "These last couple of days have been pretty eventful for me." She looked right at me, what was she going to say? "I'm living the life of a romance novels heroine and I'm excited to see what the next couple of days bring." Oh fuck. Was she talking about meeting me? Or Jake? I like to think by the way she studied me as she spoke, she was talking about me. This was wrong, so wrong but why did it feel so right? I forgot there was anybody else in the room, my cock twinging as I pictured myself fucking her on this desk. I needed to stop thinking like this, it's unprofessional and completely immoral. I shook my head and turned back to the class.

"I hope we all feel a bit more comfortable with each other now, some of you shared some pretty revealing things." I looked at Jessica. "Some of you, not so much." Then raised my eyebrows at a group of guys in the middle of class that had used thier time to inform everyone about the party at their frat house this weekend. "I'll have a schedule for you all next time I see you, anybody that has any questions can see me after class, everyone else is free to leave." I looked at her one last time, hoping she'd use this opportunity to come and speak to me.

I sighed when I sat back at my desk and a group of girls took their opportunity, I wasn't in the mood for it but answered their questions anyway. I didn't take my eyes from Jessica, especially when Jake started speaking to her again. The girls in front of me were taking up my time, trying to flirt with me instead of asking relevant questions and I was over it.

"Do you actually have any questions about the course ladies? I have other things to be getting on with if not." I was a little short with them without actually meaning to be. I just wanted them out of my goddamn way so I could see what was going on with Jessica and Jake.

The girls finally left, more like stormed off but I couldn't care less right now. She was still sat at her desk which means she waited until I was alone which has got to be a good sign. We stared at each other for what felt like an eternity, the silence driving me insane so I cleared my throat and she blinked like I'd woken her from a daydream. What was she thinking about?

She packed up her things into her bag slowly, I could tell she was buying herself time but I felt relaxed now we were alone, in fact I felt excited which was completely ridiculous. I felt like a damn teenager.

"Did you need to talk Miss Watson?" I was amused and I needed to break the ice before the silence got the better of me. I leaned back in my chair and folded my arms across my chest.

"I erm…" She walked towards me, down the stairs, looking at her feet. She was unsteady and looked nervous as hell, was she going to tell me to back off? "I wanted to apologise, I had no idea you were a Professor." She stood at the bottom of the stairs, I was glad she wasn't too close. I don't know if I'd be able to control myself around her and lord knows I had to. The atmosphere was tense, neither of us really knowing what to say or do, all I could think about was ripping off her clothes.

"There's no need to apologise Miss Watson, I also had no idea you were a student but I was hoping to bump into you again. Funny how things work out isn't it?" I cocked my eyebrow at her, testing her, seeing how she would react to my comment. Something changed and she didn't look quite so nervous anymore.

"I think fate can be rather cruel Professor Hemsworth." The way she called me Professor stirred something deep inside me, a hunger I didn't know I had and when she moved closer to me I began to feel nervous.

"Oh really? Why is that Miss Watson?" She was so close now, I could smell her sweet scent of coconut shampoo. I wanted to touch her badly, I didn't though. I didn't dare because I knew if I did I wouldn't be able to stop myself and I must restrain, she's my student after all. It's wrong. It's forbidden.

I still couldn't stop myself from flirting, like an uncontrollable impulse and as soon as I opened my mouth to try and be professional I would just go right ahead and flirt. She was so outrageously attractive but the kind of attractive where she didn't know it and didn't flaunt it, which I found even more endearing.

"I was hoping to bump into you again too, only now the thought of what could've happened will have to remain a fantasy." My restraint was really being tested now, she was teasing me, egging me on and the fact she'd also been fantasising about me made it extra difficult to resist. I had to loosen my tie again, I needed my fingers to be busy so I didn't touch her. I had an internal conflict going on inside my mind and it was like torture, if this was day one of class how the hell was I meant to survive the whole semester?

"I better get to my next class, we can't have anyone thinking I'm your favourite now can we?" Fuck sake. I ground my teeth together, I was glad she was leaving, I couldn't take the tension any longer but at the same time I knew, with distance the desire would only intensify. She turned to leave and I couldn't stop myself watching her hips sway as she walked, her ass was so round and bouncy, it hypnotised me and that's when I knew I was in deep trouble.

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Verdant Wind Ch 21

Can't believe there's only one chapter left after this. I don't want to say goodbye to Claude yet. I feel like we've only just started getting to know him.

Anyways, below is my reactions to chapter 21 of Verdant Wind. Only one more to go!

Pre-Battle

I feel so bad for the Golden Deer. They literally just had the same conversation SS did, but with a slight twist because Lorenz said it this time instead.

Surprised Lysithea didn't get any unique lines.

Except this time I have Rhea AND Judith with me and for no reason whatsoever I can't use either of them in battle😭

(ok, Rhea makes sense, but why no Judith? Forever salty about this)

Does that mean this one's getting that dubstep track too? whyyyyyyy

Yeah it's the same one :(

Battle

These Slither in the Dark people are so cheesy, I can't

On another note, if they have the ability to just replace people, why didn't they use that more often??

So I totally missed that there were other rooms to open on this map when I played it on SS lol.

This is so eerie. I've killed everyone and haven't opened the main room where Thales is hiding yet, and there's no music playing. Everything is echoing in an empty room on an empty map. It's a bit surreal.

Poor Claude. This is close to the final boss and his conversation is "lol, you think you can beat teach and her big sword?" Compare that to what Edelgard and Dimitri get and . . . He deserved so much better.

Lorenz was my MVP and he deserved every second of that.

Oh, it's the cut scene again. At least VW had a good number of cut scenes different from SS. Poor CF got almost nothing lamo.

Oh, Right, poor Rhea's about to get trounced by some magical nuke again.

I just think Rhea deserves to be happy, ok?

This is the second time she'd tanked a nuke for us, but apparently is still the devil in CF for some reason.

Oh, this one is extended! It looks like Han Solo breaking out of his rock tomb thing but he turned evil while he waited.

Is that the guy from the first cut scene? Nemesis?

Post-Battle

Rhea, no :(((((((((

So . . . if that Nemesis dude didn't wake up in SS, why did he in VW? Who's going to be the final boss of SS then? SS is 21 chapters, right?

Rhea's not a "beast," Claude. She's a dragon, a proper lady.

And now I really need Edelgard to meet Robin Hobb's insufferably arrogant dragons and the Fool who argues they actually are the top of the food chain and humans just have to deal with being #2.

Oh, God, now I REALLY need the Fool to sit Edelgard down and give her a nice chat.

OH MY GOD those two would HATE each other. H.A.T.E. except the Fool doesn't really hate anyone but to say they'd disagree with each other is an UNDERSTATEMENT.

I'm so off topic. I'm sorry to everyone who doesn't know what the Farseer Trilogy is. Not because I just rambled about it, but because I feel genuinely sorry for everyone who hasn't gotten to read that, which you should change asap.

I swear I'll get back on topic now, but anticipate an essay about the Fool's vs Edelgard's beliefs about how humans should handle magical creatures who have some inherent superiority.

(random side note, but both characters are LGTBQ+ though hell if I know what label to put on the Fool. It's been 9 books and I still don't know his/her gender. The Fool just doesn't care and decides to live as a man here and a woman there and whatever the fuck they want and I think is romantically in love with a man, it's a very complicated relationship)

Ok, back to Rhea now. Nooooo :(((((

Does that group literally go down in a single chapter? Lamo. It's what they deserve. They truly suck as villains. Like, they're pathetically badly written.

Oh, I get to hear from Rhea!

Is she going to die :(

Who is the progenitor god?

Oh, shocking, humans engaged in senseless wars. Tell me something new lol.

Imagine being so lame that you didn't achieve revenge in generations and when you try, Claude and friends beats you up in one chapter. I'm crying. I almost feel bad for them. Maybe if they had a smidge of development.

Wait . . . is Sothis the god Rhea's talking about?????

Is Sothis Rhea's mother???

OH MY GOD - is Rhea x Byleth awkward then

Poor Rhea's been through so much :((((( Almost all her people died. Are Flayn and Seteth all she has left?

Those "weapons made from bodies" - is that the heroe's relics?

That's nasty.

Lol, I always thought Rhea and Serios were the same. They looked the same (and she had the same VA in FEH)

Wait, wait, wait . . . are you telling me VW's going to finish with a plot dump from Rhea and the final boss is . . . Nemesis?

Poor Claude. Compare that to Edelgard for Dimitri (I'm assuming) and Rhea for Edelgard (I'm assuming), and Claude gets . . . Nemesis. Unless Dimitri faces Edelgard next and then gets bonus Nemesis piled on top, but I really, really hope not. That would be incredibly lame.

Who cares if Count Glouster is unharmed. He's an ass.

So we're just going to let Nemesis ravage the land while I go fishing and eat dinner 10 times lol.

Wait, if the seal was broken when Shambala fell, then is he SS's final boss too??

OH MY GOD - Sword of the Creator is Sothis?? So if I kill Rhea with is in CF, I'm literally killing her with her mother's body.

Oh - God - that's dark. I think I have to do that now.

So Slither people made Crests and relics? But Edelgard blamed the church for that . . . . me thinks she got some things wrong.

Poor Rhea.

Though, uh, why did she put Sothis in Byleth? Is that what Jeralt got so freaked out over?

So why did Rhea put the Sothis stone in Byleth? And why are crests and relics so wanted if they're from an evil dude?

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Soulmate AU Pt 3/?

Summary: When you turn 18 you get the name of a song on your wrist. That is the song you and your soulmate share. It is also how you can communicate with them.

Warnings: Spoilers for TFATWS, Minor ish swearing, little bit of a death threat, Sam and Bucky's usual banter.

Word Count: 1,101

A/N: For some reason, this was really hard to write so I hope you enjoy it. I know it's not as long as some of the other parts. I was really hoping for it to be longer. I am also going back to school so I'll be more stressed than usual o if there isn't a new part up for a while I'm sorry. asks are open. If you want to be added to the taglist just ask. As always my work is unedited. Gif is not my own. Hope you enjoy this.

Chapter 2 Masterlist

You saw him again last night. It was a short amount of time but it was nice. He seemed better. He had a glimmer in his eye at least after the initial anxiety. You understood his point of view, wondering if you were going to show or not. It was what you initially felt when he wasn't there the first night. It was hard for you to accept that he didn't want to meet you in person you wanted so much more you thought you deserved more but you didn't know how to tell him. How to tell him that you wanted more. He was working on himself. How could you interrupt that process and say 'Hey if you want to be with me we need to do this now. I can't wait for you I want you and not just in here I want the real you.'? How could you be so selfish? You had gone most of your adult life without a soulmate what was a little bit longer at least you had confirmation he was alive. You wanted to see him again. You didn't care that you had just seen him you wanted him more than anything.

You were slowly becoming more and more addicting. Slowly becoming the only reason he fell asleep at night. The only reason he even thought about sleep.

Sam had noticed his increased mood and had bugged him about nonstop. Saying something along the lines of ‘Finally he had someone to flirt with besides his sister’. Bucky would just laugh off his comments because even though Sarah was attractive she wasn’t his type and was flirting with her (with her consent) just to piss off her brother.

He met with you almost every night he could. Updating you on how his therapy was going. God, he wanted to meet you so bad but he didn’t know how you take meeting him. By all means, he wasn’t an ugly guy but he did have a vibranium arm and a very tragic backstory. He killed at least 100 people was in court-mandated therapy and 106 years old but you were his soulmate. Whether he believed it or not someone wanted him. He wasn't lonely anymore he had you. He had your beautiful smile to light up his darkest days. The way you fit perfectly in his arms as you two danced and swayed the night away. You were everything he could ever ask for.

Tonight was the night. Tonight he would ask you to meet him. He would ask you out on a proper date. Tonight he would sweep you off your feet and take you away to the land f the living. Tonight was that night he wanted this no matter what happened he wanted you to know that you meant the world to him. You were the reason he stopped having nightmares. He wanted you to feel loved and wanted you to know how much he loved you.

<~>

It was like any other time you met him. You showed up a little bit early to make up for last time hoping he would be there early too. He wasn't but you knew he had problems with tech sometimes so it was fine. He was so sweet it didn't matter if he showed up an hour late he would make up for it with witty banter and talk. You always had your song on repeat so you could spend the whole night together allowing for maximum bonding time. Although you craved a real relationship with him it was nice to have him there and have someone to talk to.

So as you felt the familiar feeling of falling you thought of how your ad his relationship would be on the outside. How cute it would be to walk the streets of New York hand in hand or stopping at little cafes to just sit and talk like many other couples had. You didn't even notice that the room had become clearer as you daydreamed. It wasn't until he cleared his throat that you realized that he was standing in front of you with a bouquet of flowers and a piece of paper that you were here.

"Look I know this isn't the most conventional way to ask someone out but I want to make this work. I want to make this real. Not that this isn't real but I want to be able to hold your hand walking down the sidewalk. I want to show you off to my friends and prove to everyone around us that we are together and most importantly, I want to show you how much I appreciate you and your patience with me. So will you do me the pleasure of meeting at Grand Central Park tomorrow at noon?"

"Yes! You have no idea how long I have wanted to meet you. So I know I'm not meeting some random guy I never got your name."

"James. Yours?"

"Y/n. Well, we got the rest of the night what do you want to do?"

"How about we-" and with that, he was gone. You figured it was just some tech issues and he'd be back soon. So you waited around for an hour or so but he didn't come back. With a heavy heart, you decided it was time to go back to the life you so dreaded but with a newfound hope tomorrow."

<~>

"What the hell Sam. I was with her-" Bucky roared

"Well, we have a problem. I get you want to see your girl I want to see mine too but we got a bigger problem on our hands him." Sam pointed out the window to John Walker stalking up to Sam's door.

"What is he doing here and why do I have to deal with him." Bucky groaned.

"Well maybe because he is the new US Agent and those guys are always bad news," Sam grunted back folding his arms over one another.

"Fine but after I'm going back to see her and this better not interfere with my date tomorrow or I swear to god I will have both your heads."

"Yeah yeah, mutter death threats later go talk to him."

"Why me you're the negotiator I'm just the bionic staring machine."

"Woah use don't my thing against me and besides he'll listen to you. You knew Steve longer."

"What the hell you just told me not to use your thing against you now you're doing it to me what the hell man."

"Just go" Sam pushed him out the door without a second thought.

Chapter 4

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Tyrants | Chapter One - Disclosure

A/N: This was supposed to be a Jax x Fem!OC fanfic, but it took a little turn as I started to write more of it. So, it’ll be Tig x Fem!OC, but Jax does play a very important role in this.

SUMMARY: A sick turn of events sees Isla Telford thrown in at the deep end, battling to govern the sudden pressures of all that her father's club decidedly bestow upon her.

WORD COUNT: 2.7k

WARNINGS: Brief mentions of murder, the guy that got his ass shit is in this one. Jax and Tig get their own warnings, too, for obvious reasons.

The older I get, the more I realize that age doesn't bring wisdom. It only brings weary.

John Teller was always so astute.

His judicious character befell his son, too. Jax had that same perceptive nature as his old man--everyone would comment on that.

To Isla, it was admirable. For Jackson Teller to be a man of such stature--to hold such a reputation--and to remain somewhat level-headed through it all, was only something she could commend.

She'd seen many of her father's friends crumble under the pressure of Samcro, unable to balance the weight of living with the responsibility and commitment to the club, and meet their unfortunate demise--in some not-so extreme cases.

But Jax was different. He'd always been different.

Maybe that wasn't so great, however.

"You're fucking insane, Isla."

"Not insane." She mumbled, sifting through the box of shitty medical supplies that Gemma had left atop the pool table last night.

"Just trying to patch this shit up so Hayes doesn't kick the fucking bucket before Jax gets back here."

Tig snarled. "But it might be infected, and the bullet is still in this dude's ass--"

Isla whipped her head to glare at the man, her eyes wide, forehead slick with sweat--and a little blood, too.

"Shut the fuck up."

"Isla--"

"Tig, with all due respect, unless you're gonna help, please get the fuck outta here."

"That's not gonna suffice," he pointed out, referring to the medical tape, ignoring her scolding.

She wanted to throttle him. Truly, Isla was willing to wrap her crimson-coated fingertips around Tig's neck and squeeze the absolute life out of that man.

"I know." Her lips kneaded together in frustration, watching her father dab an alcohol-infused pad on the wound. "But unless you've got any better ideas, then we're just gonna have to keep reapplying this shit."

"But the infection, Isla."

"But the lack of medical equipment, Tig."

He slapped his palm against the table and glared at her, pointedly. "Why've you gotta be such a bitch all the time, huh?"

"Watch it, Trager." Piqued, Chibs growled.

"I'm not a bitch all the time," she dismissed her father, wiping at her palm with a wet rag. "I'm actually able to control the way I act around other people."

"Oh, fuck you--"

"Christ!"

The Scot's yell was muffled by the cap of his whiskey bottle, his hand pressing against Cameron's skin as the man screamed into the cloth Isla had placed underneath his head.

"God, for fucks sake, both of you just pack it in."

"Chibs--"

"Shut the fuck up. You're a fucking geriatric and you're spending your morning bickering with an almost thirty-year-old. Grow up, Tig."

Despite laughing at his comment, and enjoying the irritation wash over the other man's face, she felt bad.

For riling her father up--who was simply trying to help the innocent Irishman caught in the literal crossfire--she felt fucking awful. Especially because he never seemed to get mad at her all too often.

Tig, though...That was a different story entirely.

"I'm gonna go see if Clay has any more shit lying 'round here." She declared, throwing a damp towel onto the table, backing out of the room.

Her heart was in her throat, stomach in damn knots. Isla wasn't confident that Cameron was going to make it--not with such a deep wound.

And in his ass, too? Jesus. She wasn't confident at all.

Of course, she'd seen men get shot. Her own father, for one. But she hadn't seen somebody have to go so long without actual medical attention.

Chibs was ex-army med, but there was only so much a man could've done with a bottle of liquor, gauze, and a towel.

She was relieved that the bullet hit Cameron and not Clay, though. As sick as it sounded, she was so fucking glad that he'd managed to dodge the line of fire--initially intended for his own skull--and come out completely unscathed.

But for every ounce of relief she'd felt, an even more fervid sense of anger prevailed at the thought of Jax taking so damn long with those medical supplies he'd sought to get last night.

Gemma mentioned something about heading to the hospital--or a friend's house, or something--but Isla wasn't paying any mind to the woman as she, and Chibs, were trying all ways to stop the bleeding coming from Cameron's ass cheek.

It was the most bizarre turn of events she'd ever experienced.

One minute, Isla was sipping on a glass of wine while she eagerly awaited the spirited ping of her tiny microwave oven, ready to spend a rare--though well fucking deserved--night alone.

However, things took a drastic turn when she received a call from Tig--on behalf of a very busy Chibs--casually requesting her assistance because the Mayans had tried to assassinate Clay.

But Tig failed to mention that the man was completely fine.

She'd spent fifteen minutes on the way over mentally preparing herself, wondering what hell she'd walk into when she set foot into the clubhouse. But it was normal--strangely so.

Isla wasn't a professional, she didn't exactly know how to handle such a trauma, but she trusted her father and she just wanted to make sure he had a helping hand.

God knows that Tig wouldn't have been very much use, and Juice was a little nervous--though, he was doing incredibly well throughout the ordeal regardless of his internal apprehension.

"How's it looking?" Gemma threw at Isla, getting to her feet.

"Bloody."

She quickly scanned the room, taking in the uncomfortably sparse bar. It wasn't usually so empty, so quiet.

Clay, Gemma, and Juice. That was it. Not even Piney--not even Epps.

"Is he doing okay?"

It was still early in the day, though. She guessed that they'd pop in once they properly came around.

"He's better than he was last night." The brunette nodded. "Dad is certain the laceration is gonna get infected if we leave it any longer without trying to get the bullet out--"

"You've gotta wait 'til Jax gets back here, Isla, we can't risk Hayes dying on us."

"I know, Clay. He's just fucking tired--he's been up all night. We need a real medic on the scene before something bad happens. It's only a matter of time."

He mumbled something to himself that only Gemma seemed to catch, but Isla didn't particularly give a damn at that point. Like Chibs, she was exhausted.

The tattered and torn plaid shirt she had thrown over a random tank top--now smeared with another man's blood--was wrenched between her fingers as she pulled it off, folding it not-so-neatly.

She hadn't dealt with such a bloody wound in a while. Not since her mother's palm, decorated with shards of glass, was in dire need of stitches and her father was across the country, unable to offer his medical assistance.

"I'll grab one of Jax's shirts for you--"

"No, Gemma, it's okay," she smiled, taking a seat on one of the couches opposite her.

The older woman pinched her eyebrows together skeptically, watching Isla shift. "I insist."

"It's fine." Isla was adamant. "I'm gonna head home as soon as Jax gets back here--if he gets back here--so, really, it's fine."

A minimal amount of already dried blood was spread over her wrists and fingers, and the excess had been rubbed off on her crimson flannel, so she didn't particularly feel bad about making any mess.

Though, she shouldn't have felt bad. Not after she'd been coerced into helping and eventually receiving that shitty reception from Tig.

"Aren't you cold?" She questioned, waiting for Isla to capitulate, but she never did.

The thought of wearing one of Jax's shirts--after it being given to her by his fucking mother--didn't sit right with her for some reason. Plus, she didn't particularly feel like walking out of that building wearing the damn reaper on her back.

She didn't want to flaunt their patch. Not any more than she already had been for the last ten years.

"Where the fuck is he?"

Clay glared at the clock on the wall, realizing they'd been without the Vice President for hours. In an attempt to put him at ease, Gemma ran a hand along his shoulder.

Isla could only watch them--admire, perhaps.

"He told us he was gonna swing by Tara's place for the equipment. But that was last night, man." Juice shrugged, circling the lip of his beer bottle with his thumb.

She felt her throat thicken with a sick sense of trepidation. She hadn't heard that name in years.

"Tara?" She stuttered, feeling Gemma's piercing glare.

The woman hated Jax's first love, though she never said it aloud. Isla knew her perception of her, however, and she'd started to feel the exact same as the years went on.

Bitch.

"Yeah, y'know, Tara Knowles--"

Her heart sank--fuck that, it dove straight to the deep caverns of her chest, throbbing away into nothing. Until she felt completely void of all emotion. Completely fucking numb.

"I know her, Juice." Her response came hastily, snappy. "I'm sorry. I just didn't expect you to say that."

He shrugged it off. "It's alright. I wasn't expecting her to be back in town, either. I thought you already knew."

Suddenly uncomfortable, Isla's head shook.

The crow situated at the bottom of her spine began to smolder, blistering away at her skin until she physically flinched.

It was a brilliant idea at the time, getting a matching tattoo with Jax's old lady--the one woman she truly adored and trusted, never once feeling an ounce of malice toward.

Because that was a rare thing for Isla, and she wanted their friendship--and relation to Samcro--to prevail for eternity, she supposed.

But as time went on and Tara decided to distance, and eventually alienate, herself from the club, an ample sense of regret persisted for fucking months.

Isla loathed her ink. She hated the negative connotation of the crow she once lauded, and the mere idea of that thing being slapped above her ass forever churned her stomach.

It wasn't one of her finest moments, she had to admit. But she was young and extremely fucking dumb. She'd bet top dollar that Tara felt the same--if she hadn't gotten the crow covered up already.

"Jesus, Jax, where were you?!"

Her eyes flicked upward, attention on the blonde as he sauntered across the wooden floor of the bar.

She hadn't even noticed his presence until Clay spoke, but she soon started to heed how Jax was trembling a bit with every step that he took.

It wasn't obvious. To most people, the slight shake of his wrist would've gone completely unnoticed. But to Isla--to the most observant woman in Charming--his discomfort was striking.

Jax ignored him, stomping his way toward the back room. His line of sight never satisfied Isla's. It didn't even come close to it, either.

Something had happened. It was obvious that, in the time he had been with Tara, he'd encountered something grizzly enough to chill him to the bone.

Which was saying something, what with the horrific shit that he'd already seen in his time.

"Jax!" Clay yelled, following closely behind him. "Hey, asshole, where the fuck did you put the bag--"

"I've got it."

If she had the option, Isla would've allowed the floor to swallow her fucking whole.

"Tara." Pissed, Gemma acknowledged. "You're here because?"

"I asked her to help, mom."

"But Chibs had it covered. He just needed some actual instruments--"

"Gemma, quit it."

She simply nodded at her son, not wanting to cause another problem that she'd have to fix later--which, honestly, Isla was shocked to see.

"He's in there--"

"I know." Jax cut her short, ushering Tara to the back of the clubhouse--striving to get her into the room before she heeded Isla.

But she did.

The first person she clocked--aside from Clay--was Isla Telford, the woman she had purposely alienated herself from ten fucking years ago.

It wasn't anything that she'd particularly done to Tara, more like the crowd she ran with--and the way her loyalties never seemed to lay very closely to her friends, or anything outside of the club.

Isla wasn't a part of Samcro--she didn't want to be a part of Samcro--but her coalition was strong enough to convince anybody that she was more than merely a daughter of a Sgt. at Arms.

She had been brought up around the Sons--her father's choice, of course--and when her mother passed, she had no choice but to dive a little bit deeper into that world. But, as expected, it was constantly under the watchful eye of her old man.

She was dedicated to them. They were, essentially, family, and she was an honorary member.

"Isla." Jax mumbled, nodding his head toward the entrance of the clubhouse as he closed the back-door. "Outside."

He pulled a carton of cigarettes out of his leather vest, shaking the box as he strived to seem a little less suspicious to Clay and his mother.

The blonde wobbled to her feet--knees weak after hours of standing--while simultaneously pulling her bloodied flannel back onto svelte, freckled arms, recognizing that the chill was to hit her the second she stepped onto the gravel.

Jax was casual while he strutted ahead, taking long strides that Isla found fucking impossible to keep up with.

He pushed the door to close behind her, offering a cigarette that she hastily declined.

"What's she doing here?" Was how she decided to break the silence, her eyes searching for a hint of something written on his face.

But there was nothing. Not an ounce of emotion--scarily so.

"She's fixing Cameron up--"

"Not at the clubhouse, Jax. I meant back in Charming."

He ran a thumb across his lower lip, trying to soften his gaze on Isla, but it was futile. He looked discomposed--unsettled.

"She's uh--she's workin' at the hospital now." She started to nod, waiting for his elaboration. It never came, however.

"Oh, that's nice. I wonder what happened in Chicago...Do you know why she's back here? Or how long she's gonna be staying in town--"

"You sound like my fucking mother--give it a break with the thirty-seven questions about Tara, damnit."

He snarled, heeding the distaste of his words the second she glowered at him.

"Excuse you?"

"I didn't call you out here for a sweet little conversation, Isla, I called you 'cause I need your help--"

"With what?"

Jax's hand hooked onto the back of his neck while he tilted his head to look upward, thinking of a way--any fucking way--to explain just what damn mess he'd found himself entwined with over the course of the last twenty-four hours.

He didn't know what to say or how to say it--if he should've fucking said it. He trusted Isla with his life--always had--but sometimes he appreciated that she mightn't have appreciated finding herself tangled within Jax's boisterous, at times frightening, life.

But it was too late for that. She'd been dragged through the deepest shit and wasn't crumbling that easily.

"Jax--"

"Kohn." He stated simply, waiting for the cogs of her brain to begin turning.

"What about him? You got in trouble with the ATF or something? Because we can handle that--"

"I already did." Jax laughed humorlessly, finally meeting Isla's line of sight.

The skin underneath his eyes was red raw, blotchy and irritated after he had used the sleeve of his hoodie to scrub away the tears he'd shed.

The tears he hadn't wanted to shed, but had fallen freely--uncontrollably--from those cerulean hues Isla never tired of looking at.

"What do you mean by that?" Nervously, she quizzed.

He didn't even have to say anything. She fucking knew. She knew exactly what he meant by that, but there was a tiny morsel of something within her that hoped and prayed that he'd declare that her gut feeling was wrong.

But he couldn't. Because it was right. Like always, Isla's intuition didn't fail her.

"Jax, honey, what did you do--"

"I killed Kohn."

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I LOVE YOU 3000!

-PART 42

Weekend 8

When you want time to slow down, it happens to roll faster. Saturday had arrived in the blink of an eye.

"As much as I like having you, don't you think you gotta talk to Lou?" Niall said Saturday morning, handing Harry his cup of coffee. Harry had taken to crash at Niall's place random times of the day since the uneventful incident on Wednesday. Not a single text exchanged with Louis. And lots of media training.

"And say what exactly?" Harry replied coldly, taking the cup from Niall, "that I have to stoop so low for the publicity of my movie?"

"First of all, stop that. Celebrities need publicity and you're new to this field and it'll do you good with the general public. But yeah I don't consciously agree with the whole "stunt" thing," Niall frowned, "and that's why I want you to talk to Louis. Explain stuff to him before he gets the wrong idea."

"No Niall you don't understand."

"Then enlighten me."

"It's all very new to me okay. My feelings for Louis. Me coming to terms with my sexuality. It's all new. And I'm scared Ni. I really am."

"H, but you told me Louis likes you too right? And I know him man, he's a good friend before everything else. He'll understand."

"Louis didn't have a very good image of me okay- and it took me some time to make him trust me, and to low-key make him believe that my media image isn't me. Trust me, I don't have it in me to tell him that I'm a guy who fakes a relationship for the sake of promo. I value relationships man and he does too. So if it's making me angry, rest assured he'll be pissed too."

"God Harry you're overthinking. You never cared what people thought of you."

"Louis isn't people Niall."

"Then TALK TO HIM."

"I don't want him to hate me."

"He will not. Trust me."

"And it's not just that," Harry fumbled with the coffee cup, "Taylor is involved too. And you know how Louis worships Taylor, I don't want him to think less of his idol either. It'll crush him."

"But it's not your fault Harry, and I think it'll be easier for you guys if he knew it was for show."

"I suppose you're right Niall, but I don't have it in me to tell him. He'll think of me as a shallow spineless celebrity. Again."

"You're being paranoid."

"And you're not being a good friend," Harry said, setting down the cup rather too hard.

Niall softened at that and said soothingly, "ok how about this, today's a Saturday. Go to Louis', spend some time with him and just skip this topic. You're missing him. I'm sure he's missing you too."

"How will I face him after what I did last time?"

"Just go on with whatever story you made up that day, since you don't wanna tell him the truth," Niall said, sounding a little disappointed.

"I hate lying to him," Harry replied sadly.

"Ok I'm running out of options here. Just go meet him alright, everything will be fine."

"Fine," Harry sighed, "if you say so," Harry said getting up.

And he drove off to Louis'.

-

Back in the apartment, Louis was distractedly stirring his fourth cup of tea. It was 11a.m. and he hadn't had any breakfast owing to the fact that his helper was on a sick leave and he didn't feel like ordering either. Clifford was kept prodding his knees, probably sensing Louis' sad demeanor.

He was wondering whether he should just visit his sister for lunch when the bell rang. Louis' heart skipped a beat. It couldn't be Harry could it, Louis thought with a start. No that'd be absurd. Harry had possibly lied to him, abandoned him and ignored him for three days. Why would he come here now.

With his heart in his throat, Louis opened the door. And there standing with his silly gorgeous green eyes and stupid beautiful curls was Harry.

Louis' heart sank to his stomach.

"Hi Lou," Harry said slowly, eyes struggling to look into Louis'.

"Um hi?" Louis asked still standing at the door.

"Can I come in?"

Louis was so lost in his thoughts that he missed the question. His mind was burning with questions. Why was Harry here? To apologise probably. He surely had a reason for his behaviour last day and Louis will listen to whatever Harry has to say.

Harry cleared his throat and repeated, "Will you not let me in Lou?"

Louis' mind came back to the boy in front of him and he moved aside to let Harry in without saying a word.

Clifford leapt up to Harry and barked madly with joy. He was clearly missing his friend.

"Ah good to see you too Cliffy," Harry said, bending low and scratching Clifford's fur.

He stood up again, facing Louis, "I'm really sorry for the other day Louis. It's just I couldn't find a way out." Harry's eyes kept flickering down to his hands, which he was nervously wringing. Still lying, Louis thought.

"Are you sure it wasn't something else?" Louis asked in a calm voice.

"No," Harry replied, still looking down.

"Okay then," Louis said, walking over to the couch and picking up his cup of tea again. "Make yourself comfortable," he said before sitting down himself.

"You're having tea now? How many cups have you had already?" Harry asked.

"This might be my third one." Louis wasn't looking at Harry either. He kept his attention on his phone.

"I'm sure you haven't had any breakfast."

"And?" Louis looked at Harry and raised an eyebrow.

"Nothing. I'll make you some," Harry said, walking over to the kitchen.

Louis didn't find it in his heart to stop him. Maybe if Harry was trying to fall back in their normal habits, he'd eventually talk about whatever the fuck was going on.

Louis didn't join him in the kitchen where Clifford kept running around Harry. He stayed in the couch listening to Clifford and Harry's conversation. Clifford had missed him. Louis had too, but he'd eat avocados sooner than admit that.

Harry made a quick breakfast and called Louis over. Louis ate in silence, aware of Harry's intense gaze on him but every time he looked up, Harry would look away.

"Okay, are you gonna tell me what's bothering you?" Louis snapped.

"Wha- nothing. Nothing." Harry stammered.

Louis took a deep breath to calm himself. "Sorry for that. You know what, take your time. I'm here. I'll listen whenever you're ready."

And Harry could've kissed him, but he kept himself in check. He'd probably had lost his privileges. Louis was so understanding, Harry didn't deserve him.

"I just wanted to spend some time with you and maybe watch a movie."

"Oh yeah," said Louis, remembering something, " the last one's left, I'll put it on."

Louis didn't set up the projector this time. He simply connected the player to the television and settled back in the couch as Avengers Endgame started playing.

Harry didn't know about Louis, but he could hardly focus on the movie himself. His mind kept replaying his previous visits to the apartment, to various funny incidents, to some heart warming ones, to last weekend-

No. Harry couldn't think about it. That hurt. He couldn't imagine how Louis must be feeling at that time.

The movie was showing Iron Man tucking his daughter in bed and his daughter saying, 'I love you 3000'.

Harry glanced sideways to see that Louis had a little smile playing on his lips. Harry made a mental note to remember that it probably held importance to him.

Harry kept fidgeting in his place and in a few minutes, Louis had paused the movie.

"What's wrong Harry?"

Harry didn't know what to say so he kept staring at the motionless character in the television.

"Is this about last weekend?" Louis continued, "Did I cross the line? Do you regret it? Because if so I'm really sorry about that."

Harry looked at Louis with a horrified expression on his face, trying to ignore the pang of sadness it was causing him to know that Louis thought that way.

"Regret? What? No Louis. I don't regret anything. I could never," Harry said earnestly, hoping Louis would understand.

"Then why are you ignoring me?"

"I'm not-" Harry replied, sounding unsure.

"You are Harry. You're making me feel like I was some random hookup for you and trust me, it doesn't feel good." Louis' voice broke.

It made Harry miserable, seeing Louis like that and he wondered for a brief moment if he should take Niall's advice and tell Louis everything. Louis' presence made the decision easier. He was ready to blabber everything to Louis when his phone rang. Fucking Manager.

"Hello," said a gruff voice from the other side.

"Yeah?" said Harry irritably.

"Where are you?"

"That's none of your business it is?"

"Turns out it is. Did you forget about your outing with Taylor?"

"Ofcourse I didn't. It was on 3rd of July," Harry wanted to punch his manager.

"Which happens to be today."

"Wha-" Harry quickly moved his phone from his ear and checked the date on the lockscreen. July 3rd, 2021. Harry wanted to punch himself. "Okay yeah, um, I didn't notice the date, so uh, is there any way we can postpone this? I'm really busy right now-"

"Taylor is already here. The car is waiting outside your house. So, no."

"Damn it. I mean yeah-"

"Hurry up."

"Yeah I'm coming."

Louis obviously could hear only one side of the conversation and he clearly understood that Harry had to leave. Again.

Harry turned to look at Louis, his eyes apologetic, but Louis looked away.

"Lou-"

"It's alright, just go okay."

"I'm sorry about this."

"Sure you are," Louis replied, voice dripping with sarcasm.

"What- what's that supposed to mean?"

"Are you sure you're not doing this intentionally?"

"How could you even think that?"

"I'm trying to understand the situation Harry. In two months we became closer than ever, so what exactly did I do in the last few days for you to avoid me. I'm sure it's not work related problem, because then you'd have told me."

"No Lou you don't understand-"

"I think I do."

"Lou please, you have to believe me, whatever I'm doing, it's because I don't wanna hurt you."

"Well, guess what, you already did."

Harry tried to reach out for Louis but he moved back a few steps, away from Harry's touch. "Just leave Harry."

Harry's face fell at the last words. He tried to speak again, to make Louis understand, but no words came out and eventually he thought it best to leave. With great difficulty he made his way towards the door and left.

And after a while, Louis left for the gym to channel his frustration to someplace useful. He didn't let himself feel sad about the fact that him and Harry were no longer close, that some unknown barrier had introduced itself in between.

The Next Day

Zayn was overjoyed to see the mail. He could actually see Louis' face as he told him about it. Louis would be thrilled. And his designs on Harry! He had some amazing outfit ideas for Harry. Zayn remembered that the first time he'd heard about Harry being his client he'd refrained from telling Louis about it because back then Louis wasn't exactly on pleased at Harry's existence in general. But now that he was absolutely smitten by Harry, this was going to be nice.

He set off for Louis' at once deciding to surprise him with the news being oblivious to everything that was going on between Louis and Harry.

He stopped by McDonald's drive-thru to grab Louis' favourite milkshake and hash browns.

Harry knew what was coming and he couldn't hold himself back anymore. Louis would be seeing the article soon. He couldn't imagine what Louis was going to think about him. Once again, he felt courage build up in his stomach. He was gonna tell Louis. He dashed to his car and drove off before his paranoia returned.

Back in Louis' apartment, things weren't looking that good. Louis had forgotten that he'd turned on twitter notifications for Harry's update account. So, when his phone vibrated with a notification, he clearly wasn't prepared enough to absorb whatever he was seeing. He hastily clicked on the notification and froze at the contents of the screen.

Louis was stunned. He waited for a few seconds before he clicked on "undo retweet". No he wasn't gonna mope about Harry, Harry who simply didn't ever care about Louis, Harry who kept lying to him. Louis shuddered to think about all those times he thought him and Harry actually had something. Was Harry lying through it all? He couldn't think about it anymore. No,no, no. He won't think about Harry. He won't let him affect him. Enough of all that shit. He sat frozen in his spot in the couch when the bell rang.

Louis absent-mindedly made his way to the door. His heart sank when he saw who was standing outside. Harry.

"Louis believe me! It's not what it looks like," Harry said, panic stricken.

"Get out of here," Louis' ocean blue eyes bore a thunder like expression, his voice steely.

"Lou I'm sorry."

"As you should be."

"Louis, pl-"

"You broke my heart Harry Styles."

"But-"

"Good. Fucking. Bye." Slam.

Louis shut the door in Harry's face and slowly made his way back to the couch. Don't cry, don't cry, don't cry.

No sooner did he fall back on the couch than Clifford came running to him. He leapt up on Louis' lap and Louis broke down.

"Harry broke our heart Cliffy," he said between sobs. "He never liked us. It was all a big lie."

Clifford lapped up the tears keen on making Louis stop crying, but Louis went on and on. "We shouldn't have made friends with him. Such a waste!" Louis hugged Clifford tightly and Clifford made a sad whimper and settled his head on Louis' shoulder.

For a few minutes, no other sound could be heard in the apartment other than Louis' sobs and hiccups.

Suddenly the bell rang again. Clifford jumped from his lap and began sniffed around the door. Thinking it was Harry, Louis decided to ignore it but then the bell rang twice again and Clifford started to bark happily. Louis wiped his tears and walked up to the door and there stood Zayn grinning ear to ear and holding a McDonald's pack, but his grin faded when he saw Louis' tear stained face and red-rimmed eyes.

Louis flung himself on Zayn and began crying again. Zayn hugged back the shaking sobbing mess in his arms and asked slowly, "hey hey Lou, what happened? I'm here. Tell me."

"Harry-", that's the only word Zayn could make out from Louis' muffled sobs.

"What about Harry?"

Louis stepped back from the hug and pulled out his phone. He showed Zayn the tweet and Zayn was equally shocked. "What the fuck is this? What? No this can't be true. I'm sure this is some rumour. Remember he told you once, how he's set up with every girl he's spotted with."

"It's not just that-" Louis replied before breaking down again.

"Hey ,hey please don't cry. You know what, let's go for a drive. Let's get you out of here and you can tell me everything that happened."

Louis silently nodded and bringing Clifford out of the house, locked the door behind him. Dropping Clifford off at the dog park, so he could play with his friends, Zayn drove off with Louis.

Zayn offered him the milkshake and and hash browns and let him eat in silence as Louis slowly regained his composure. One by one, Louis told Zayn everything that had been happening, from the day out with Harry, Theo and Lux, to the sudden change in behaviour two days later, to yesterday's almost argument to Harry showing up today after the article was dropped.

Zayn listened in silence and tried to make sense of what Louis was saying. The incidents didn't add up. He'd really taken a liking to Harry and he couldn't process that Harry would do something like that.

But then again, the sight of his best friend sitting miserable next to him, was making his heart harden towards Harry. He tried to reason with Louis, who refused to listen to anything. Zayn sighed and asked, "music?" hoping that'd calm Louis a bit and help Zayn think.

Zayn tuned in to the radio and a soft melody sounded,

"I want her long blond hair

I want her magic touch

Yeah, 'cause maybe then

You'd want me just as much

I've got a girl cru-"

One look at Louis' face and Zayn slammed the music shut.

Why was everything so difficult?!

Zayn had driven them to a club on the outskirts of the city. The club was pretty famous but owing to it's high maintenance, was mostly accessed by celebrities or people connected to celebrities and was much less crowded compared to the other. Well, a quiet cafe would have been nice too except, now that more people knew Louis and connected him to Harry, if anyone spotted Louis like this, it'd raise an issue. Hence, a club with dim lights and loud music it was.

Zayn led Louis to booth and after making sure Louis was a bit stable, went off to buy drinks.

Zayn didn't drink because he had to drive Louis back but after 3 rounds of drinks Louis was feeling lightheaded, but at the same time, it was very distracting. Zayn kept talking to him about different topics, not bringing up Harry until Louis did that himself.

Eventually Louis started talking.

"I don't understand one thing Zee," he slurred, "that if this was indeed some rumour, why didn't he talk to me? He was clearly avoiding me this week."

Zayn knew whatever he said won't have much of an effect on him, so he just kept rubbing soothing circles on Louis' back. Talking for so long had efficiently tired Louis out and he asked to be taken back home when suddenly,

"Louis! Zayn!"

The duo looked up see a blond haired someone walking towards them, but they couldn't make out the face. It wasn't until the person was right in front if them and the lights fell directly on the face that they made out who it was. Taylor Swift.

Taylor smiled down at the two boys who stared unblinkingly at her, unable to say a word.

"Hi? You guys okay? Can I join you?"

Zayn came back to his senses and smiled, "yeah sure."

Taylor joined them in the booth and looked at Louis again, who was still staring with a blank expression at Taylor.

"What's up with him?" Taylor asked Zayn.

Zayn looked at Louis and then back again at Taylor, "uh, nothing, just work stress. We just came to get some steam off." There's no way he could tell what really had happened.

"Huh, tell me about it. I'm so tired with all the promo work," she replied.

And that's when it hit him. Taylor was dating Harry too. Up until now, he was just thinking about it from Louis' point of view and thinking about how Harry broke Louis' heart but now it dawned on him that it meant Taylor was involved too. Taylor, the person Zayn had liked for quite some time and had to bury his feelings for the sake of his profession.

Here he was, consoling his friend, trying to mend his broken heart, when the reason his own heart ached had decided to grace them with a visit. Things couldn't be worse. Zayn pushed down the pang of sadness he was feeling and tried to think of something to say when Louis started sobbing again. Taylor's presence seemed to have reminded him about Harry.

Louis didn't take Harry's name but went on and on about a certain someone who'd broken his heart. Taylor listened with interest and tried to console him best as she could. Her words were actually effective on Louis who had eventually stopped crying and was listening with rapt attention to Taylor. Zayn himself tried to take in some of the advice, and surprisingly it was good. Taylor really had the magical ability to comfort sad people.

After a while Louis got more drunk and insisted on taking a picture with Taylor and Zayn happily complied because Louis' mind was finally off Harry's.

Soon they bid their goodbyes and left the club, and Zayn drove back with a less sad but slightly drunk Louis.

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When Louis shut the door on Harry's face, he didn't see how crestfallen Harry looked. He didn't see how Harry ran to his car, barely able to control his tears, which had started falling incessantly thinking that Louis hated him. Harry drove to his apartment, not wanting to face Niall. He knew what Niall would say, I told you to talk to Louis. You should have listened.

No, Harry needed to be alone for a while.

Dave, Harry's personal assistant, noticed something was off and made a whole flask of hot chocolate for Harry and quietly slipped it in his room.

Harry spend quite some time drinking the hot chocolate and thinking about the good times he'd spent with Louis when his phone rang with a notification.

Harry was taken by surprise. What on earth was Louis doing with Taylor? Especially today? What could have possibly happened for them to hang out and for Louis to even post a picture?

Probably Harry was the only person he hated, probably he adored Taylor way too much to think bad of her. Whatever might be the case, Harry was sure of one thing- Louis hated him and Harry had lost his chance at love. Yes, love.

At this point Harry knew, that he was head over heels in love with Louis and he had ended up hurting him.

He'd lost Louis, probably forever.

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The Best Mistake of My Life - Pt.2

What a Gentleman

Pairing: Steve Rogers x reader    Word count: 2400

Summary: A soulmate AU. They say having a soulmate is a blessing. Who wouldn’t love the idea of star-crossed lovers, right?

Neither Steve Rogers nor you consider yourself lucky though. It probably has something to do with the lines written on your skin. Because if the words are anything to go by, you’re not sure you want to meet each other.

Now that you have, it’s time to get some answers.

Warnings: swearing, light angst, FLUFF

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The diner had quite an atmosphere and on any other occasion, you would have been fascinated, easily being pulled decades back in time. Today however, your attention wasn't on the decor too much. You had very different things on your mind; like a certain man with a built of a Hercules and a spine-melting smile – if a little nervous one.

"Is this place alright?" his soft voice snapped you from the space of your own head.

You gave a tiny nod, letting him lead you farther in. He picked a table in the back, away from the giant windows to the street; you were glad for that despite the nice weather.

You would have stayed outside to begin with, but Steve had asked whether you had been hungry and to your enormous embarrassment, your stomach had replied. To his credit, he hadn't laughed, only frowning a bit while he had clearly been biting back a smile; what a gentleman.

Your waitress appeared quickly, leaving with your order written down just as fast, and you found yourself alone… with your soulmate. Your 95-year-old soulmate. How crazy was that?

You had no idea what you say, finding him silently watching you; either he was unable to form words as well or he was waiting for you to gather your thoughts and wanted to let you speak first. Once again – what a gentleman.

You cleared your throat awkwardly. "So… uhm. You're… you're really 95."

God bless him, he only grimaced a little, not commenting on the stupidity of your statement. As far as communication with him went, you were being excellent.

'Oh no, there must be a mistake,' calling him mister instead of captain (then again, you hadn’t checked if he was one just yet), your stomach answering his questions and now this. Where did your ability to talk go? On vacation?

"Uhm… yeah. I know this is hard to believe, but… yeah,” he conceded, fidgeting. “I can explain! Also, sorry for being stuck with such words."

Well, speaking of being stuck with words…

"Well, Mr.Rogers-"

"Steve, please."

He had told you that before. Except yeah, it somehow stuck you all over again, that this was most likely the man who was remembered for saving many, many lives. You wondered if you should be kissing his boots or the pavement he walked on or something. So, yeah, calling him Steve seemed like a bit of a disrespect. If he was who you thought he was, of course.

"Feels inappropriate. Even the ‘mister’ does," you explained, testing the waters. You believed Ryan was right, but still…

"What would feel appropriate?" he asked, nervously fiddling with his fingers at the edge of the table.

Huh. Alright. Maybe you and Ryan were wrong and he was just a guy? A really, really attractive and nice guy? But why else the whole ‘I'm 95’ thing then? He said he could explain…

"Captain?" you whispered, the tension in his shoulders growing immediately. Yeah, busted. You were sure now. Captain America was in a diner with you. Because he was your soulmate.

Oh shit.

"Guess I don't have to explain then…" he murmured, a worried wrinkle forming between his brows.

Before you could comment and tell him that you definitely needed him to explain, because what the hell, you hadn't exactly done your homework, how was the first American hero alive, just HOW?!, he continued.

"Look, I… I spent a good part of my life believing my… soulmate… you, would consider me a mistake," he sighed, “and-“

"Oh god, I'm so sorry!" you blurted out, instantly feeling even worse for the words you had told him. He had lived with the belief that his destined partner would resent him. Great job, me!

He shook his head, never minding the interruption. "And I'll… I'll understand if you do."

That gave you a stop. Wait. What?

"...what? Why would I?"

Why would you? He was… gorgeous, polite and so far so genuinely nice you thought you just made him in a dreamed-man-machine and as far as you knew, he was a superhero. So… if anyone should be considered a mistake… it was you. Your heart dropped to your stomach when your mind helpfully supplied you with that information. Was that what he thought? That you were unworthy? It would be perfectly understandable after all. How could you even compare to a man like him? You had told Ryan that this man was way out of your league and you hadn’t been kidding.

"Unless that's how you feel… uhm, about me."

His eyes, previously focused on the table, snapped up sharply. "What? Why?"

Wasn't it obvious? You gestured towards your humble self. Wasn't it what he was saying?

"Well, I don't really think I'm considered a superhero girlfriend material," you concluded.

The captain quickly leaned in, his hand gently wrapping around yours. To say you were bewildered at the gesture would be an understatement. You were perfectly lost. And it felt kinda nice, him touching you.

Shut up.

"That's not what I meant at all!" he exclaimed with urgency, his eyes roaming your whole face, his expression seeming guilty.

Nope, you weren't quite following, though a bit of hope flickered in your heart; his hand didn’t release yours. "You… didn't? I'm sorry, I don't… I don't understand."

"What I meant was… you do know who I am, right?"

"Y-yes. My… uhm, my friend figured it out. I- I don't know much…" you admitted, slightly embarrassed. You never were a fan of history classes. Like… memorising dates. Nope.

"Alright… I crushed a plane during the second world war…"

"That I do know. You saved millions of lives."

His cheeks dusted with a bit of pink as if he was bashful about it.

"I thought it was the end. And I woke up seventy years later…" he bit his lip, his fingers twitching on yours. He blinked in surprise when he noticed them touching you and the blush on his cheeks darkened.

When he tried to retreat, you caught his hand in return, noting the change in his tone. This was not an easy topic for him to talk about and you felt the need to comfort him. He looked at you in wonder at your gesture; you were shocked too, but it was simply an instinct. Bold action on your part, sure, but it still appeared right.

"That was only few months ago. I'm… not fully accustomed to this time." His eyes went strangely absent and you squeezed his fingers reassuringly. "Not to mention that what I do is… dangerous to say at least. I would understand if you rather stayed away."

Heavy silence fell on your table on the last note, interrupted by your waitress. You only managed to stare at Steve as he politely, yet absently, thanked her for your food, conflict all over his face as your hands parted in favour to make space for the plates.

Frankly, you didn't care for food in the slightest, too taken aback and having some serious trouble to process his words.

Now that took a turn you never saw coming.

"So… you wouldn't mind… me being me?" you asked a bit unsurely. You were starting to understand his train of thoughts and your brain was absolutely overwhelmed by it.

The captain – Steve – didn't touch his food either, his brilliant blue eyes with just a drop of green watching you sincerely, wondering what was going on in the head of yours. Good luck with that.

"I'm not sure what you mean, so I'll say no. You're… you seem like a kind person, you're a… very beautiful woman and-- I'd be lucky if you wouldn't reject me right away."

You chuckled incredulously at that, your heart picking up pace. Oh wow, did he just call you a very beautiful woman? What was the last time someone had done that? (Your mum didn't count.) Were you dreaming?

"Steve…"

He perked up when you finally addressed him correctly.

"I spent my life hoping that I won’t meet my soulmate until I’m 80 at least, because otherwise it would be really creepy. I was hoping the number meant literally anything else than their age. And if I understand correctly, you believed you'd be a disappointment to me. We’re… maybe I should only speak for myself, but I'd say that this is the best possible turn of events I could wish for," you finished with something that resembled an awkward but delighted laugh, believing every word you said.

What better outcome this could have had? You were both young and healthy people and as far as you understood, neither of you were disgusted by the choice the universe had made when binding you. That was awesome, right?

He observed you silently for what seemed like eternity, his expression unreadable, and you panicked you had read this wrong after all.

"I mean… I think we're soulmates for a reason. It doesn't always work out, I know, but we should at least try, right? Get to know each other? I mean, I know you're Captain America, but you're much more than some persona from the history books and I like to think this deserves a chance-…. Maybe I'm stupid, but-"

During your monologue, his lips curled up into the spine-melting smile again and he reached over the table to catch one of your hands that had been gesturing rather wildly; not that you had noticed until he stopped you.

For the second time that day, his lips brushed you knuckles, nearly sending you into a cardiac arrest and warming up your chest at the innocence and sweetness of such action.

"I think you're amazing," he breathed out, looking into your eyes from under his incredible pretty eyelashes, effectively turning you into a lovesick puddle.

"You d-do?"

The incredible smile of his was back. Oh god. He was so out of your league.

He gently released you and you suddenly felt embarrassed and awkward under his undivided attention.

"I do. And I'd like to know you better too."

"O-okay."

A+ for that response. But could anyone blame you? Steve was actually watching you as if you were the eighth wonder of the world and it was impossible to accept that this was somehow happening.

"Okay," he echoed softly.

He gestured to the food then with one eyebrow questioningly raised and you had to blink, returning back to earth where you had actually come here to eat. You couldn't remember what it felt like being hungry, too overwhelmed with the turn this conversation took and the emotions it swirled.

He had called you a very beautiful woman. He had called you amazing.

Steve waited for you to start eating, only then joining in. What a gentleman. How were you soulmates with this man again? How could you ever deserve him?

You swallowed the bite of food hastily as you felt the sudden urge.

"Steve?"

"Yes, d- yes?"

Any other time, you would wonder what he wanted to say, but you had to get this out of your chest.

"I think you're amazing too," you admitted sheepishly despite the fact it was totally implied he was kind of a god.

You might even feel a bit silly for saying it out loud, but the twinkle in his eyes and the smile that lighted up his face assured you that you didn't misstep. God, he looked as if you just told him the best news he could ever get. It made you nearly choke on your spit.

He was so devastatingly handsome when smiling, radiant… when a spark of a mischief appeared in his irises, a promise of fun on top of the tenderness he had been showing until now, you were done for. That was it; he already owned your heart, just like that. Was it him or was it because of the… soulmate connection? You decided it was both and that it didn't matter.

"I'll try to maintain that cover then."

It took you a moment to realize what he was going at. Right. Soldier. Or a spy, whatever. And apparently a dork. You were such a lucky woman, weren't you?

"Uh-huh, what are like when you're not undercover then?" you played along, already knowing he actually was that awesome and he couldn’t have been pretending this whole time.

He didn't miss a beat. "Me."

Your eyebrows shot up unwittingly. That was all he was gonna give away?

"Huh. I guess I'll just have to find out, aren't I?"

He charmed a lopsided smile that did something to you on a visceral level, which kinda startled you; you really were falling impossibly fast for him, in every possible way. And you realized you didn't mind at all. You trusted him for some reason, trusted him to catch you in your fall until you could hit the ground. God, you were turning into a complete sap.

"Guess you are," he confirmed cheekily and you smirked as a shot of confidence flooded your veins. Did he think he had the upper hand here? He had said that he hadn’t been fully accustomed, right? There were things you were about to help him adjust to…

"Looking forward to it," you hummed and winked at him before you returned to your pancake with gusto. "Not sure you should feel the same about me, Mr. You. My secret identity might surprise you."

Steve watched you, not blinking, apparently not expecting you mirroring his attitude. He squinted at you playfully and you had to admit you felt the weight that had fallen on your chest earlier, when he had talked about mistakes, disappear into a thin air. You could actually see now that maybe, just maybe, you two could be a good fit despite the terrible differences in the social ladder.

"Are you saying you're trouble, madam?" he pried, something as if strict yet teasing creeping into his voice.

You wondered if this was how he talked to his co-workers and inferiors. He was a captain – he was bound to have inferiors, right? Was this his captain voice then? It tickled your fancy, to be honest.

"I guess you'll have to find out, Sir."

Steve chuckled and shook his head, finishing his food. "I can already tell you are."

"Is it… bad?" you asked, suddenly hesitant.

"No, doll. I actually really, really like it."

The casual slip of a pet name only accented his words and you were absolutely certain now. Oh yeah. You were truly looking forward to getting to know your soulmate.

Even if he was 95 years old.

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Part 3

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[shaynawrites23]

Modified Sentence

Pairing: Loki Laufeyson x reader

Header by the talented @summer-writes! She’s also an incredibly talented writer (in case you couldn’t tell from her url 😉) so go check her out!

Word count: 1448

Prompt: “Please. Don’t do this. Don’t break my heart.”

Written for @iliveiloveiwrite’s writing challenge!

When you first heard of the Allfather's decision, you staggered backwards into the wall from shock. He planned to imprison the prince, your love, your reason to live, for the rest of his life, however long that may be.

You sent the maid away in a breathy voice after she helped lower you into a chair, barely noticing as she scurried out of the room. You knew your fiancé had done bad things, but you loved him nonetheless. He deserved to be punished, but he did not deserve this. You’d heard of people who were sentenced to life imprisonment, and it was almost always a stepping stone to banishment. You’d never see him again.

"No," you whispered in horror.

You didn't know how long you remained there, frozen in your seat. What you did know was that you had to fight this. No way were you gonna let him go without a struggle. Without Loki, your life would have no meaning. They might as well execute the two of you. Together.

Stalking over to your wardrobe, you flung open the doors. You'd be damned if you let this go. Smirking to yourself, you let your fingers run over the skirts of the many beautiful gowns Loki had supplied you with, insisting it was 'his pleasure' and he 'loved seeing you in them anyway.'

You stopped when you came to a gorgeous emerald green dress with golden highlights. It had a golden waistband from which flowed a shimmering, transparent green layer, covering the other two skirt layers only for the hem to halt abruptly right before it touched the floor. The opaque fabric stopped right above your bosom, the transparent fabric taking over from there until it reached your wrists. The bodice sported fine golden lines in elegant swirls.

You smiled. It had always been his favorite and therefore you loved it as well. You loved seeing the admiration in his eyes as you made the silver-tongued god speechless.

Pulling it from its hook, you hurried to the bathroom adjoining the room you shared with your lover, hastily changing into the elegant gown. You slipped on a pair of golden heels and called a maid, requesting an audience with the Allfather and his wife.

You twirled in front of the mirror, inspecting every curve and line of your body. The skirt flared out as you spun and you grinned. Fully decked out in your prince's colors, you were convinced you'd make quite the statement.

The maid returned, informing you Odin and Frigga would see you, and that there was someone else who wished to see you and was standing outside waiting.

Your curiosity got the better of you and so you trotted out into the hallway only to come face to face with none other than Sigyn.

Hell no.

"Good morning, (Y/N). I trust you slept well?" She purred, eyes glancing down at your attire.

"What do you want, Sigyn?"

"Oh, only to tell you how sorry I am about what happened."

"You? Sorry? I highly doubt it." You crossed your arms, leaning against the doorway. Every time you crossed paths you ended up in a fight and boy, were you in the mood for one today. "Wait a minute, what are you sorry about?"

"What? About Prince Loki's sentence of course," she scoffed.

"How do you know about that? That's not public information, in fact, only Odin, Frigga, Thor, Loki and myself were told." You gasped suddenly as the realization struck you. "You were in on this! You convinced them to punish him like that!"

"You think I did that? Have you forgotten how much I care for Loki as well?"

You growled, hands clenching into fists at your sides as you slowly backed her into the wall opposite you. "You conniving witch! You were jealous that Loki picked me over you!"

"How dare you!" She gasped, and if looks could kill, you'd be long dead.

"How dare I? How dare you, going to such lengths just because he doesn't love you! Well guess what? I'm going to fight this sentence until my dying breath." With that, you turned on your heel, marching down the numerous halls until you reached the throne room.

You paused before entering, mentally reflecting on your plan. Should you be angered, protesting against this injustice? Or should you play the part of the heartbroken lover, playing on their sympathies?

Biting down lightly on your lip, made your decision, giving the guards a nod and they opened the doors for you, announcing your arrival in a stentorian voice.

You kept your strides short, bowing your head lightly as you knelt in front of the throne in a respectful greeting.

"Good day, Lady (Y/N). Speak your mind."

Frigga, seated next to her husband, sent you an encouraging smile.

"Milord, as you may have guessed, I am here to plead on behalf of my fiancé, Prince Loki. I agree that he has done terrible things, but this punishment is unjust and uncalled for. I am here to beg you to rethink this sentence."

"Lady (Y/N), as an Asgardian, you must know that I cannot possibly recall my sentence. As ruler of Asgard, my word is final, and Loki deserves everything he gets."

"With all due respect, milord, Loki does not deserve this. He has a good heart, but he was led to believe he had no choice in the matter. He made these decisions with the urge to protect Asgard and its inhabitants. I beg of you, Allfather. Give Prince Loki another chance."

"Loki's punishment was just. He will be imprisoned for the rest of his days."

It may have been your imagination, but it seemed you were angering the king. If you weren't careful, he could throw you out before you finished.

The door opened, and Sigyn marched in, wearing a wild, evil grin. A handful of guards trailed behind her, with a heavily chained Loki between them.

No. Don't get distracted.

"Please, milord, I'll do anything you ask if you just let my prince go. Please, lighten his sentence."

You didn't miss the hope in your sweetheart's eyes. Unfortunately, Odin seemed hell-bent on crushing it.

"Loki has been charged with treason against the kingdom. That's not a light crime. My decision remains in place. Lady (Y/N), unless you cease this begging, you face the same sentence." His booming voice filled the room and you fought the urge to flinch at the volume.

"Please, milord, I beg of you. Don't do this. Don't break my heart. Please." Tears filled your eyes and you blinked them back, but one trailed down your cheek anyway.

The Allfather opened his mouth to argue, but Frigga interrupted him. They exchanged hushed whispers, conversing so quietly you couldn't follow. You glanced at Loki. It broke your heart to see him like that, limbs chained and guarded on all sides, plus some sort of ancient artifact to prevent him from doing magic.

He offered you a smile, as if to assure you that he'd be okay, no matter the outcome. How could he still be so strong, even in the face of what might as well be death? Everyone believed him to be weak, the weaker of the two princes, but in reality he was as strong as they came.

“It’s okay” he mouthed. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” you mouthed back, subtly blowing him a kiss.

“It appears we have decided.”

You held your breath, turning your head to meet Odin and Frigga’s eyes, the latter smiling. Whether it was out of joy or sympathy, you couldn’t tell.

“Loki’s sentence shall be reduced to house arrest with Lady (Y/N) appointed to watch over him. He shall be required to assist the court with any issues it may have, and with any assets he may have. He will also be allotted time for himself and for his beloved, and his title as Prince of Asgard shall be restored, as well as all its duties and privileges.” Frigga announced. “Guards, remove his chains.”

You gasped in relief and happiness, glancing at Loki. As soon as he was free, he embraced his mother tightly, and you teared up again at the sight.

You heard a growl behind you and spun around just in time to see Sigyn stalking out of the room, footsteps loud and sharp.

“(Y/N), love.”

Loki stood before you, hand outstretched to help you up. You ignored it, jumping up and wrapping your arms around him with a sob. He clutched onto you just as hard as you did, rubbing comforting circles on your back.

“Don’t cry, love. I’m alright.”

This is my first time writing for Loki, and while he doesn’t appear a until late in this one shot I hope he’s in character! I also had multiple scenarios in mind for this prompt, but I liked this one best. I hope you enjoyed!