#float me gently there on a cloud of the softest wishes

[random-hippocat]

instead of sleeping I am researching insomnia

[thescarletwitchsapprentice]

The Scarlet Witch’s Delicate Flower (Yandere!Wanda Maximoff/Yandere!Scarlet Witch x autistic!ADHD!fem!reader)

*Not my GIF, Wanda needs a hug.

Sequel to A Sweet Flower for the Scarlet Witch

IB: @lizziesblueberries​

Summary: Taking place after Wanda sacrifices herself escapes Mount Wundagore, she retrieves you from Kamar Taj and brings you back to her little slice of home.

(CW: Non-sexual nudity, ableism mentions, eugenics mentions, hurt/comfort, mentions of self-harm and suicide/suicidal ideation/suicide attempts, soft!yandere!Wanda Maximoff, if you’re neurodivergent with trauma then this might make you cry)

Author’s Note: Wow, I didn’t expect such good reception for Sweet Flower. At least one of you asked to be tagged in the sequel. I’m planning to possibly do some more parts, but for now, here’s you basically being taken away to a little slice of home. I’m sorry if this is bad.

Also should I write Sweet Flower from Wanda’s perspective?

“I opened the Darkhold. I have to close it,” Wanda says. “No one will ever be tempted by the Darkhold again.”

Using her magic, she brings down Chthon’s temple upon Mount Wundagore. She moves the rocks to surround herself in a shield before teleporting away to retrieve someone special while also sending bursts of magic to destroy most of the Darkholds.

Wanda cloaks herself with invisibility at Kamar Taj, as she sees America and Wong entering the temple. She’s convinced that they don’t wish to see her alive, so be it. Her eyes trace the ruins of the rubble until she spies it; a scarlet cocoon floating out of reach, her delicate little flower awaiting her in a deep sleep. Gracefully she rises up and flies over to it. 

“I may have lost Billy and Tommy,” she sighs as she caresses the scarlet cocoon, the texture of the magic imitating that of silk. “But I still have you, my precious flower. And this time, no one will take you from me....ever.”

Gently tracing runes around the two of you, Kamar Taj fades away, replaced with her sweet little home......and soon to be yours.

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The first thing that hits you is a whiff of spice, paprika, as well as the smell of chicken. At the same time, you can also smell a hint of apples with a touch of cinnamon. You can also smell a hint of warm peppermint nearby along with something freshly-baked, something with the decadent light aroma of chocolate. Your autism granted you hypersensitivity to smells, and your magic gives you the skill of being able to pick out and isolate each one at will; this comes in handy when you’re confronted with a stench that you know will make you shutdown.

The air to this place....it also smells different. It’s not old dust and bricks like Kamar Taj; no, it’s a cozy scent, if that made sense, a warm scent. You feel something soft, warm, and fluffy on top of you, one with a hint of cherry blossom, almost as if a freshly-bathed and dried Golden Retriever is lying on top of you. Your head feels to be resting on the softest cloud in the world.

Gracing your ears are different types of sounds; you hear the delicate and gentle sizzling of a pan. You also hear two humming sounds; one of them turns out to be the oven. Another is the humming of what sounds to be an angel. A beautiful tune emerging, twirling and dancing in your ears. 

You finally open your eyes to find yourself inside a cozy room, what seems to be a living room to be more precise. It’s connected by an open archway to a cozy kitchen where a familiar woman is standing at the stove, wearing casual and comfortable clothing; she’s delicately mixing something together, occasionally sprinkling some spice on it. 

Soon she glances over and your eyes meet, and that’s when you realize who it is; the Scarlet Witch. You sense your cheeks flushing in her namesake as she lowers the stove heat and walks over to you, a soft smile on her face.

“Good, you’re awake.” Her voice is tender and comforting. “You looked so comfortable in that cocoon that I thought it would take days for you to come to.”

Despite you aversion to eye contact, you find that you can make it with her. And as soon as you do, you feel your heart drop. There’s a reflection of melancholy in her eyes.

“Is....is something wrong?” you ask her.

She begins to tear up at this question, but tries to hold them back. Finally she sighs and begins.

“I.....found Billy and Tommy.....my children,” she says as she sits on the floor next to your head. “But.....they feared me.....they feared what I had become......they didn’t deserve to feel such fear.....so I had to let them go. I don’t have much left now....”

There’s a brief silence, save for some slight gasps of despair as she tries to keep the tears at bay.

“...You...you have me...” you pipe up timidly.

The two of you lock eyes and you blush; you just can’t help it, she’s so gorgeous.....and she makes you feel safe....safe and loved.

“I would certainly hope so,” she sighs as she wipes away her tears.

“Forever!” you blurt out. “I’m yours forever!”

Hearing this she chuckles.

“Are you now?” She leans forward a bit, her voice in a lower register. 

You nod eagerly. 

“But....what if you love someone else more?” she asks seemingly innocently.

“Never.” You’re desperate for her affection, for her affirmation of love. “I could never love anyone more than you, my goddess.”

Your heart is pounding with feverous devotion, making the Scarlet Witch smirk on the inside. 

“You promise?” she whispers.

“I swear on my soul....” There’s no hesitation. You are absolute putty in her hands. Not that you mind. She’s shown you more love and affection in that small moment at Kamar-Taj than anyone’s shown you within your entire lifetime. “On my eternal soul, I promise that I am yours and yours alone.....forever.”

She gives a gentle smile and slowly cups your face; a chill rushes through you, making you blush. 

“I was hoping you would say that,” she tells you, caressing your face with her thumb. “I promise to you that I also am yours and yours alone, my little dove. I will be the one to protect you.” 

You flush an even-deeper scarlet. She leans forward, slowly cupping the other side of your face before pulling you into a slow and passionate, yet still gentle, kiss. Your eyes close as you take a deep breath in through your nose, taking in her scent. It’s absolutely intoxicating.

When she pulls back, she sees that you’re a blushing mess and she giggles.

“You are the cutest little flower I’ve ever met.” She grins, scrunching up her nose.

You blush even more and turn away, but she softly takes ahold of your head and turns you back to face her.

“Please let me look at your face. You drive my heart crazy with that cuteness, (y/n), and I love it.”

You gasp.

“How....how do you know my name?”

She chuckles.

“You do know I can read minds, right?”

Oh. Right.

“Speaking of names, mine is Wanda.”

You smile.

“Anyway....welcome home, my little dove,” she continues. “I’ve been making dinner and dessert for us. Chicken paprikash and then apple pie.”

You tilt your head in confusion like a little puppy-dog. “Chicken paprikash?”

She nods.

“It’s a dish from my homeland....Sokovia. A nice blend of Eastern European and American culture. Speaking of, I should introduce you to a couple of witch friends of mine at some point. Actually they’re basically little sisters to me at this point. One of them is Ukrainian and the other has some Ukrainian ancestry.”

“Friends?” you ask.

“Yes, I’m sure they’d love to be your friends. Anyway, how about we have some dinner and then run you a bath? I imagine that battle at Kamar-Taj must’ve taken quite a toll on you. And after that, I’d love to introduce you to some of my favorite sitcoms.”

You nod and she goes to get some plates. This feels a bit odd to you. Whenever anyone at Kamar-Taj talked about the Scarlet Witch, they’d talk about how powerful she is, making her sound like some sort of foreign, malevolent, power-hungry entity who would kill you with no hesitation. And yet....here you are with her, and she’s acting nothing like that of the picture they painted, because that’s not who she is. She’s a grieving mother, someone with interests outside of magic, someone who just wants happiness and love. She’s human just like you.

And while it feels odd, it’s also a comfort to you.

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When she comes back with your food, she insists on feeding it to you and you don’t object. The taste and texture are a tad bit overwhelming at first, but with Wanda encouraging you to take your time, you manage to become used to it, and it’s actually delicious. The apple pie is also wonderful.

You step inside of the bath, your feet detecting the perfect temperature of the water, but not before your feet past through the soap bubbles; they’re not regular soap bubbles, they feel as though you’re passing through a soft cloud. You wiggle your toes in the water, feeling it dance around them.

“Are you ready, my flower?” Wanda’s voice is melodic and caring, putting you slightly more at ease.

“Yeah,” you reply, still a bit shy about the endeavor.

She enters with the hair supplies and other products.

“I....I’ve never really done this before.” Your cheeks match the color namesake of your beloved girlfriend, still feeling shy about being naked in front of someone outside of your immediate family even if you are covered by bubbles.

She chuckles endearingly.

“Well then, I’m quite honored to be a part of your first time, darling.”

Kneeling down behind you, she gently brings your head back until your neck is laying on a pillow handcrafted by deities themselves. Wanda tenderly pushes a few strains of hair off of your face before using her magic to open up your pores. You can almost hear them gasping for breath. Her finger movements, almost mesmerizing, emit her trademark scarlet light. A face mask begins to form onto you. It feels odd at first, but it doesn’t make you shut down. In fact it helps to relax you even more. You close your eyes as you hear Wanda pouring the water gently on your head. You also hear her hum something, a beautiful, relaxing tune; what an angelic voice. 

Sometime later, she gives a little “hmmm” sound, as if to give you a heads-up that she’s about to speak so that you don’t start.

“You truly have never had something like this, darling?” she asks softly.

“No.....never had much time in between lessons,” you sigh. “And.....because no one offered.....some people believed that if they touched me....they’d become as weird as me....so....pretty much everyone stayed away, except to insult me or spit at me or whatever they felt the best way to take their rage out on me was that day....”

“You....didn’t try to make friends?” she asks.

Hearing this, you give a long, quiet sigh.

“After doing it so many times and being ignored and abused....I just....gave up mostly....at least consciously. But I feel that there was still this...idealism inside of me....deep in the back of my mind, one that believed in good always triumphing over evil, love always overcoming hate, the underdogs always coming out on top....all of the dreams that fairytales teach us. But.....I never seem to fully learn.....just how unforgiving this world can truly be to those like me....a world that even wishes we would never exist....one that.....just sees us as burdens....as....monsters.....”

You feel your eyes water up as you say this, especially the final word, and at the same time, so do the Scarlet Witch’s. How could anyone ever wish you didn’t exist? When you’re the light in the ever-creeping darkness of her life? The one who gives her purpose? A reason for her to continue to push through the unforgiving blizzard that fought against her, the one that began all those years ago, when she needed someone to give her hope? 

You, the person that she knew her ten-year-old self would’ve felt safe with?

The world hardly gives you a chance before they decide people like you shouldn’t exist?

“I would never hurt you......

Never.....

I would never hurt....

anyone....

I’m not a monster....”

It strikes a chord deep within her and a lump begins to form in her throat.

Your tears glide down the face mask. A few sniffles escape you.

“I....I’m sorry,” you whisper, feeling pathetic.

“No....” she soothes, trying to hold back her own tears. “You have nothing to apologize for.”

Gently she wipes away the face mask and finishes washing your hair.

“Would you like a massage, sweetheart?” she asks you.

You nod, trying to take your mind off of what you just unraveled.

“Alright, I’ll let you dry off a bit; the robe and towel are on the hooks on the back of the door. I’ll go get it set up.”

Keeping her face low, she exits the bathroom and you gently shut the door. Stepping out of the bath tub, you drain away the bath water, watching the drain form its whirlpool before disappearing entirely. You head over to the door to grab the towel when your ears catch the sounds of quiet weeping. As delicately and silently as you can, you open the door ever so slightly and peek out into your bedroom. Lying on the bed, grasping a pillow, soft gasping sobs emerging, is Wanda. The sight is enough to make your heart stop, but her pained weeping is enough to make you drop to your knees, the towel draped around your shoulders. 

For your whole life, you’d heard that autistics had no sense of empathy, that people like you are heartless and uncaring. While you know there’s nothing wrong with being hypoempathetic, you’re on the exact opposite end when it comes to compassionate and affective empathy; even just seeing or hearing someone cry, especially if it’s someone you care deeply about, makes you tear up or even full-on weep. It was another way for your parents to manipulate you, to keep you in line, to keep you thinking that you were the problem. 

You try to keep your sobs quiet, but you eventually can’t hold them back and begin to weep. Soon you sense someone nearby.

“My little dove....”

As she sits down next to you, Wanda gently places her hand in yours, as if asking for permission to touch you. You hold onto it tightly as she pulls you in close.

“I....I saw and heard you crying.” Your voice is choked with sobs. “It hurts when those I love are in pain.....even if they’ve hurt me before.....even if I’ve hated them before....”

Wanda’s heart aches to hear this, but at the same time, she feels joy and agony all at once. She’s truly found someone with a pure heart, who still feels others’ pain, in a world where people’s hearts have hardened into unbreakable stone....

“Oh....sweet, sweet girl....” She rubs the back of your hands with her thumbs.

“You have such a beautiful soul....a beautiful heart....” she continues softly. “I wish I could’ve saved you from the monsters who tormented you for all those years....because of who you are. The fact that you’ve emerged from hell with such a loving heart is.....it’s not something one would find too often, I’m afraid....”

You glance away.

“It’s nothing extraordinary.....I’ve had to become that....” you sigh quietly as the tears roll down your face. “Because I know what hell is.....and no one deserves to feel that way. I want to believe that there’s still good in the world, but I also had to become this way just to even be tolerated....and even then....I was still seen as a burden.....I was never enough for anyone....not even for myself....” 

You glance down at the fading bite marks on your arm.

“There were multiple times where I thought....’Maybe I don’t belong here. Maybe it’d be better if I just......end it.’ I tried so many times, until the idea of suicide barely fazed me, until self-harm was just.....my normal.” Your voice is devoid of emotion as you say those sentences, not wanting to cry or seem weak anymore. “I mean.....no one cared....there are people who are looking for ways to make sure people like me.....are never born. It seemed easier just to do the job for them....better late than never, you know?”

Wanda’s heart is shattering as she hears all of this and her eyes are welling up with tears. She holds you closer.

“You have me now, my little dove,” she tells you. “I care so deeply about you, and I always will.”

“But.....my neurodivergence....”

“Is what makes you who you are. And who you are is wonderful and amazing.”

You shake your head.

“I don’t deserve you.....I’m not perfect.....” you insist.

“I don’t care if you’re not perfect,” she counters. “You deserve someone who cares about you and loves you, and I do. You’re beautiful as you are, and I truly love you so much, flaws and all.”

This strikes a chord deep inside you; it’s something you wish that someone--anyone--would’ve told you as a child, as a teen, when you turned 18, anytime in your life really. And there’s no trace of deception in her voice, you can tell that much. 

You can’t hold the tears back any longer, and once again, you full-on weep. You cling onto her and she hugs you in return.

“It’s okay, my little dove,” Wanda tells you, rubbing your back. “I’m right here. I’ll never let anyone hurt you. Ever.”

You cry in her arms for a while, feeling so safe with her. She looks at you, feeling almost honored to be the one who provides this sweet angel with such love and comfort. Afterwards, she gets you a robe to wear. It’s soft and fluffy with the tags cut off for comfort. The two of you cuddle up in the bed as she brushes your hair a bit more, humming a lullaby. Then she gives you comfy pajamas, also with the tags cut off. When you and her cuddle up on the bed, a soft blanket over the two of you, she uses her magic to put a DVD into the DVD player. A black-and-white sitcom pops up on the screen; The Dick Van Dyke Show.

You lean your head on her shoulder, becoming sleepy eventually; she holds you close when the scary Twiloite scenes appear. As you watch, Wanda uses her magic on you. A scarlet tattoo appears over your heart, one shaped like her tiara. It gently pulses along with your heartbeat. 

Just as you’re about to drift off, you notice the tattoo.

“Wanda?” you ask. “What’s this?” You’re a tad bit concerned, but not as much as you would be.

“Oh that?” she asks as she looks at it. “I promise it’s nothing to worry about. Think of it as a sign of my love.”

“Oh.” You give a shy smile before a yawn escapes you, but you feel like it would be rude to doze off during her favorite sitcom.

“It’s okay, my little dove,” she coos in a whisper. “You’ve had a long day and you need your rest. You’re safe with me. I’m here to nurture you, to love you, to adore you, to protect you like the delicate and precious flower you are.”

She hums a gentle lullaby and you eventually doze off. Wanda watches you with a smile, so sweet and adorable while you sleep. Then her eyes fall on the tattoo, and her smile develops an unhinged aura. It’s a spell that she learned from the Darkhold; it merges your souls and hearts as one, so to speak, binding you two together forever. Wanda would be able to always know where you are, know when you’re in danger, and the tattoo made you both immortal, just to name a few things. The spell would also make you more suggestible to her and more likely to obey her commands, make your love for her permanent no matter what, transmit thoughts and ideas to you and make you believe that they’re your own, and that’s merely the tip of the iceberg. 

Wanda reaches out and pets your head. 

“Don’t worry, my little dove,” she whispers. “You’re all mine now. No one will ever take you away from me......

“Ever....”

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[madlymiho]

Hellooo, 👋🏼 thank you for randomly selecting me, haha. :D May I request an Ace scenario, where he and fem! Reader are just having a chaotic snowball fight and then later, after getting just so tired out, go in for a nice warm bath together and perhaps leads to some nsfw in the end? It’s up to you, to how soft or rough it can be, because either one would be just as interesting. Hopefully this is the right amount of detail— and please take your time! 🥰 thank you so much again!! 🤍🥺☺️

Hello there! 🥰🙈 it sounds like a nice idea! I don't know what's the matter with those snowball fights but it all put you in a naughty mood! 😈😈

I'm on it! 😋

Winter Event #3

Words: 1740

Warning: NSFW content - foreplays - edging

Informations: fem! reader

Warm Up

It’s freezing but you won’t certainly let you guard down! You feel the coldness bites the tip of your fingers, as you begin to gather more snow, cupping and pressing your hands together to create the perfect round shape, soft but strong enough to gently harm your victim. You let loose a profound sigh, focused, as you stand back up and target your enemy. You don’t even have time to properly throw it that you receive a large snowball right on your nose in a loud splash, earning another gasp from you, as you both laugh and growl because you don’t know how to react anymore.

“Hey that’s bullshit!” You hiss as you wipe the melting snow from your features. “You can’t use your power to pulse yourself in the air, Ace! You’re cheating!”

You hear his bright and happy laugh echoing in the valley, as he’s floating a few meters above the ground, watching you with his playful dark eyes, and raising an eyebrow.

“I messaged the Corporation of Snowball Fights, and they haven’t updated the rules regarding the use of devil fruit powers!” He raises his index, giving you a lecture, as you definitely feel the everlasting teasing tone.

You cross your arms impatiently around your chest, steam coming out of your lips.

“Well did you ask the Corporation of Bullshit about your attitude?!”

You definitely see the mischief gleaming in the back of his eyes, as Ace decides to mess around with you a little bit more, rushing on you and throwing you into the soft pile of snow behind you, covering your face with the white powder. You scream and fight back, wiggling your legs and arms as you feel the snow entering your clothes, touching your bare skin as you chirp that it’s enough! What a damn kid, this one! You laugh brightly, but you feel so tired now, and frozen, and you really wish to come inside the ship and get warm before your stupid boyfriend would eventually kill you with all that snow sneaking inside of your supposedly warm coat. You kiss him to ring the truce, your cold lips immediately reacting to the natural warmness of his body; and you feel it increasing slightly, as the snowflakes around your bodies are going back to their liquid form.

“I’m too cold to stay here…” You mumble against his lips, and close your eyes, appreciating the warmth sensation emanating from his body. “I need to warm up.”

He flushes slightly, his dark eyes locked on your features as eventually open your eyelids to see the flames suddenly surrounding his shoulders.

“Not like that!” You protest, even if there’s a big smile plastered on your lips. “Last time you burnt my favorite sweatshirt, I demand to have a bath, anything, but not your dangerous flames on my body!”

He rolls his eyes and helps you get back on your feet flushing you right away against his chest as he devours the crook of your neck.

“Are you really complaining?” He mumbles against your skin, peppering the area with the softest smooshes, as you wonder for a bit if you won’t be the one making the snow melt around you right now. “Last time, I clearly remember that you wanted me to try that thing on you…”

The soft purr of his voice is enough to put you in a second state, a very needy one, but as you definitely believe you shouldn’t stay outside one more second, you eventually find the courage to push on his chest to silently ask him to step back. He kisses the tip of your nose as an answer, and then tugs a strand of your hair behind your ear.

“Fine, let’s go have a bath.” He offers after a moment, squeezing your frozen fingers between his warm hands.

A few minutes later, you’re finally both sharing a bit of intimacy on the ship. A lot of the Whitebeard’s pirates are busy elsewhere, probably looting for their future Christmas gifts, as everyone is preparing the season. Thatch gave enough instructions to bring back wagons of food for the big feast, and for once, both of you have been exempted of duties. You understood it was somehow an early Christmas gift, since you have been quite depraved of any kind of intimacy in the past few weeks. Both hidden in that little warm cocoon, inside the bathroom, you both feel that desperate need to touch the other one. As the water is filling the bathtub, covering the mirrors with a cloud of steam, you’re both standing in the middle of the room. Ace is slowly undressing you, layer after layer, throwing your clothes on the floor as his mouth is attacking every single inch of your body, his skillful fingers traveling everywhere. He squeezes your hips with the gentlest gesture, his mouth nibbling your neck, his hands cupping your breasts when they are eventually free from your bra. Your next kiss is hungry, but terribly slow, enjoying that more than needed reward, tongues dancing together as you unbuckle his pants, and slide them down his thighs, grabbing his underwear in the same motion. He’s erected. You definitely understand that he wants to have more, and you’re clearly not in the mood to deny him. A soft breath escapes your lips as you roll your digits around his shaft, slowly coming up and down, as you can’t miss the shiver coming from his body. After a moment, though, he eventually put a hand over your wrist, kissing your cheek tenderly.

“Jump in the bath first. You’re trembling.” He murmurs, voice so romantic and caring that you remember how tender he can be despite his childish attitude sometimes.

You nod, your nipples so hard that they are almost hurting you, both because of the general cold atmosphere, but also your deep excitement. You carefully enter the warm water, a soft growl rolling in your throat, feeling at ease for sure. Ace doesn’t waste anymore time as well, and quickly joins you, sitting slowly while he takes place behind your back. He knows it’s a bit unfair for you, yet he has always preferred to play a bit with your emotions and your body, and clearly he wants to have the lead once more.

As soon as you’re both comfortable, you see one his hand moving from the edge of the bathtub to disappear under the ills of bubbles and soap, already looking for something to touch. He lingers his fingers on your belly, slowly, so slowly, coming up to eventually cup your right breast, his thumb rolling on your hard nipple, his mouth teasing your earlobe with the tip of his careful tongue. It feels like the water is slightly warming up, perhaps a side effect of his own body, even if Ace is quite less efficient in that kind of area; the water drains a good amount of his energy. However, it doesn’t stop him from wanting to please you, his other hand entering the dance, bolder than the other one. He presses it on your thigh, silently intimating you the order to open your legs a bit more, enough for him to slide his slender fingers up and down, always skimming the most sensitive part of your body, without truly touching it.

“Always messing around…” You sigh, eyes lidded, your head resting against his chest as you tilt it slightly, offering him more space for his mouth to explore your skin. “Whether it’d be a snowball fight or a bath, you’re always so unfair…”

“Am I not a pirate after all?” He hums, and chuckles, his voice vibrating against your ear. His hand is now pressed against your core, his index toying your sensitive lips. “I never play by the book. It’s boring to follow the rules.”

You wish to answer him, but nothing can leave your throat as you feel the sudden pressure of his thumb on your clit, and one of his fingers sliding inside of you. Your arch your back, one of your hands gripping the edge of the bathtub, the other one attacking your own breast to massage it. An invitation Ace doesn’t miss for sure, his own erection twitching behind your back.

“If you really want to play with something…” He whispers, rolling his thumb harder over your swelling clit, guiding your hand on your breast to his erect cock. “You can have fun with that.”

You nod, slowly losing the notion of time and space, eyes closed to feel everything. Fingers wrapped around his shaft, you’re jerking him at the same pace he’s fingering you, sometimes gasping when he suddenly increases his pace, or adds another finger. With his other hand, he plays with your breasts, groping them, massaging them, until he eventually slides his digits up to grip your chin and turn your head to steal a very sloppy kiss. At this point, your lips never go apart, his movements down there becoming even more intense. He doesn’t let you think about anything else but his digits playing with you so actively, as you feel his own excitement growing thanks to your ministrations. He bucks his hips from time to time, when your thumb so cockily gathers the precum oozing from his head. Each time you’re trying to push the game, each time he’s punishing you by edging you a bit more.

“Ace… Ace…” You moan as it becomes unbearable to feel him this way, your clit so swollen that you can burst at any moment. “Please, I want to come so badly…”

“Are you conceding another victory, Name?” He groans, his own cock becoming painful. Fuck he can’t control himself anymore as well. “I guess we can have a draw for once.”

Both of your movements are becoming even more passionate, the water sometimes splashing out of the bathtub, feeling the orgasm coming. Lips sealed one more time, moans swallowed in the other one’s throat, you eventually reach Nirvana, sweat and water dripping down from your faces, both of your chest raising up and down in the same erratic motion. You both slump in the bathtub, completely drained for a few seconds. He eventually chuckles, his voice weaker than before ; truly you’ll have to leave the bath soon before he would collapse.

“I guess that was a good way to warm you up.” He teases, offering you another of his everlasting playing smile.

[xoluvx]

Sativa - P.P x Fem!Reader

This would have been great to post on 420, but it’s October and I hit a 420 mark in my following – so guess what? It’s going up now. I’ve had this idea for a while, actually. One, because high Peter would probably be the cutest most paranoid person and two, because high Peter would probably be a sex god. You didn’t hear it from me, but high sex is probably the best and I want that with Peter.

Warning: smoking, cursing and smut 

Word Count: 2.5K

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“Are you nervous?” you were sitting across a very nervous Peter. Crisscross apple sauce. The only sounds: the thumping of his heart and your own voice echoing in your ears. Peter nodded. But you already knew he was nervous from the way his chest fell and rose rapidly. 

Peter was a good and noble boy. He was Spider-Man, after all. You knew that. You respected his decisions to stay sober at parties; in case he got called in to ‘work’. Safe the world and what not. So, you tried it all for him. Shot of tequila? Check. Beer pong? Check. As long as Peter was your partner, you were happy to drink for the team.

But there was one thing you were curious about trying with Peter. Something you knew he’d benefit from, having seen the anxiety that overtook him after certain missions and patrolling sessions. And somehow, he had agreed. So here you were, currently sitting in your bathtub near the window. It was cracked opened to release the smell that was about to engulf your bodies. 

“Nothing to be nervous about,” you assured placing a hand on Peter’s knee. You felt like a bad influence. But you weren’t going to lie and say you didn’t feel the slightest bit satisfied with yourself. You were getting Peter to do something he’d never done; it was almost like taking his virginity. Something you were still salty about. 

Yes, Peter had sex. No, you did not take Peter’s virginity, but you really wished you had. But was that weird to say about your best friend? 

“So, how does this work?” Peter asked shifting his weight in the small tub. It was actually big, but not big enough for the two of you. Your hands were buried into the pockets of your oversized zip up hoodie. Peter watched you closely. In one hand, you held a pink lighter. He’d seen it around before, laying on the kitchen table but he’d assumed it belonged to one of your roommates. On the other hand, you held a thin brown stick. It reminded him of a cinnamon stick.

“It’s not cinnamon,” you joked watching his eyes focus on it. You were starting to feel nervous. You don’t know why. You’d done this before. But there was something about wide-eyed Peter, looking like a lost puppy Peter, that was really getting your heart pumping. More than usual.

“So, I’m going to start it. Don’t be scared,” your voice was gentle, like talking to a baby. Let’s be honest, Peter was baby. You locked eyes with Peter briefly, before angling the blunt upward. Your thumb flicking the lighter on.

Though the bathroom lights were on, the flame instantly brightened your face, leaving Peter in a trance. You looked like an angel? What a weird thing to think whilst committing an unholy act.

You brought the lighter close to the blunt, running the flame along the tip until you saw the sparks fly and heard the familiar crackling of the swisher. You dropped the lighter somewhere outside the tub, eager to finally share with Peter a little piece of heaven.  

Peter gulped, rubbing his hands on his thighs. He was nervous. But watching you calmly go through the routine of lighting the blunt somehow brought him a sense of calmness. That didn’t change the fact that he had no idea what to do. He’d never smoked, what the hell was he supposed to do?

You held the blunt between you thumb and index finger, bringing the brown stick to your lips which were slightly parted. Peter watched your lips wrap around the swisher. He was amazed. He knew you’d smoked before. But he could tell you weren’t a rookie by the way you inhaled smoothly, cheeks hallowed. And the way you exhaled the smoke through your nose, clouding your lips.

Your eyes were focused on Peter as you exhaled. Hand extending the blunt towards a very panicked Peter. A noise came out of Peter while his body retracted from the blunt as if it was going to bite him. “I don’t know how,” he mumbled.

“Just try,” you said shoving the blunt to him. His hands were trembling as he held on to it, the same way you had. He looked at it for a few seconds, probably giving himself a silent speech, before placing it between his lips. His brows furrowed. He inhaled shakily.  

He shoved the blunt back at you after his attempt at exhaling, but before you could grab the blunt, he was a coughing mess. His face buried in his arm trying to control his coughing. Your hands went up in alarm, as you moved closer to him. “Are you okay, Pete?” you asked, concerned. He nodded, head still buried in his arm, waving you off.

You felt horrible. But did you want to stop? Of course not. No, you hadn’t made a dent in the blunt. Plus, that weak puff Peter took wasn’t going to have the effect he was curious about. 

Suddenly, a lightbulb lit up above your head. Something you’d tried once before. Something that a beginner, like Peter, might be able to handle.

“Be ready to inhale,” you spoke keeping your eyes on him, making sure he processed the information. His throat was burning from the coughing and his eyes were slightly watery, but he nodded. Hands back on his thighs watching you bring the blunt to your lips. You inhaled as much smoke as possible, holding it.

Peter’s breath hitched feeling your face coming close. You were face to face. You were expecting Peter to open his mouth, ready to inhale, but he was stunned. You couldn’t hold the smoke any longer, so you cupped his face opening his mouth slightly motioning with your eyes for him to inhale.

Peter nodded. You exhaled watching the smoke disappear behind Peter’s lips. He inhaled. Barely. Some of the smoke escaping between your faces. He needed to inhale at the same rate you exhaled and this had been a total fail. But you reminded yourself, patience. 

“Let’s do it again,” you stated repeating the motion of inhaling the smoke. You held it, supporting your weight by holding on to Peter’s shoulder bringing him closer. Face to face, lips parted, you exhaled into his mouth. Peter, having learned from before, inhaled slowly keeping up with you.

Peter cleared his throat, “I think I got it that time.”

You smiled, eyes shining with accomplishment. You knew it wasn’t going to take much for Peter to be high. This was his first time, after all. So, if he was going to be high high, so were you. You took another puff from the blunt, watching Peter’s eye linger on you. His tongue was slightly peeking through his teeth and you watched him intensely as you inhaled and exhaled on his face.

“Want to try on your own again?” you asked handing the blunt to him. But he shook his head. He didn’t want to have another coughing fit.

“Let’s try that thing again,” he replied eagerly motioning with his hands between your bodies. You chuckled, nodding your head approvingly before positioning yourself so your knees were touching his, face to face.

The smoke disappeared into Peter’s mouth. Unlike last time, you were a lot closer to him. So much so that your lips almost touched. Almost.

It hadn’t been more than a few minutes and few more hits from the blunt, that you started to notice Peter’s attention slip.

What you didn’t know was that Peter was tingling all over. It was almost like his spidey senses were heightened. He was alert; he could see the underlying vibrant hues of your maroon hoodie, he could hear the beating of your heart thumping at ease, his fingertips felt funny, and the smell of the weed floating around your bathroom was potent. But at the same time, he felt like he was fading into nothing. His chest felt tight. But he felt – simply put – ecstatic. Relaxed. And giggly. Very very gliggly.

And you couldn’t help but join right in the soft laughter that was filling up your bathroom.

You were drifting into your own little world when you felt something on your cheek. Your eyes shot open, chest beating hard from the sudden contact. Only to realize it was Peter, a very high Peter, touching your face. His eyes were concentrated in the motion of his fingertips dancing on your cheek. Like you were a new found species.

“You’re so soft,” Peter mumbled brushing your face with his knuckles. You laughed, but simultaneously felt your chest tighten. Maybe from the weed, or maybe from the fact that Peter was right here. High in your bathroom, touching your damn face like it was the softest blanket in the world.

It was like this unseen force was pulling you close to him. Like his fingertips were pleading to come closer. To close the gap that was shared. Then you remembered how his lips almost touched yours and you felt the sudden tingle all over your body, traveling all the way down between your legs. This time, you were sure it was more than just the weed.

The pull was overbearing. Consuming your every thought, and there were a lot of thoughts going through your head at this moment. And Peter, well Peter’s other hand was on your shoulder kneading at the fabric of your hoodie. Hand slightly curling up to cup your neck. A big goofy smile on his face, his eyes glazed over, eyebrows curved in bliss.

The gravitational pull won. Your lips brushed against his softly. Peter wasn’t sure if it was the fuzzy feeling from being high or if it was actually your lips. But he wanted to find out. He tilted his head towards yours, his lips capturing yours gently. Lips pressed against each other. No movement. Just contact. Peter’s lips were soft like cotton candy and just as sweet. Maybe sweeter.

You melted into his touch. His hand still caressing your cheek, the other cupping the back of your neck as his lips started moving. The kiss was tentative before tongues joined. Sloppily kissing, mingling, and familiarizing themselves with one another. A silent introduction – apart from the heavy breathing.

Your hands weaved into his hair as your body hovered over his; his head tilting back adjusting to your movements. You felt one of his hands tugging at your hoodie. Without hesitation, you let go of his hair fumbling with the fabric of your hoodie; you wanted it off. Right now.

You knew what was happening right now. But it was also like your brain didn’t know. It was like you were thinking with your body rather than your brain. You wanted to feel his skin on yours. His fingertips on every part of your body. You were aching for his touch. His fingertips were fire on your cheek, yet you longed for more.

After discarding your hoodie somewhere behind you, you overpowered Peter. Straddling his waist, your weight pushed on his as your lips connected and reconnected in a needier kiss. Ravenous.

You had sex before. You had high sex before. Nothing compared to the out-of-body experience of having sex while high. And right now, you wanted Peter to experience that for the first time. With you.

“Are you sure, Pete?” you whispered against his lips feeling his hands grip your ass moving your hips on his groin. His eyes were blood shot, lips puffy, as he nodded his head whispering yes before capturing your lips once again.

You shivered feeling the cold of the bathtub on your back, nipples erect against his chest. But the feeling of him, buried deep in you, made you feel warm. You hadn’t been in this position for more than a few minutes and you felt yourself closing in around Peter. The overwhelming feeling of your high mixed with the repeated thrusts against your g-spot had you seeing stars. You were on cloud 9, despite being pressed against the cold marble of your tub.

Peter had his eyes shut closed; bottom lip tucked between his teeth as he held your leg around his waist. His thrusts were long and slow, you could feel every ridge of his cock. He’d almost completely pull out before pushing back in against your cervix. You could almost feel the sweet release. The feeling was unbearable, yet so pleasurable.

You remembered how it felt to be on top of him just a few minutes before. Hips rocking as your walls molded around his cock. His hands gripping your ass, hips raising matching your movements every so often. You thought nothing could be better than the feeling of bouncing on him as he buried his face in your neck. But you were wrong. You were so wrong because this new position, though plain, was fueling your entire being.

It was like your soul had left your body, but you were still there. Peter was making you feel things you couldn’t explain. How was it possible for sweet, innocent Peter to make you feel this way? 

Peter was close, too. You could feel the grip on your thigh tightening as his thrusts grew slower, but harder. Slamming into you like there was no tomorrow. Just you and him in this moment, forever.

Your fingernails dug into his back; lips pressed against his shoulder. Your whimpers and moans muffled by his sweaty skin. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as you felt the tightness; the need to release and unravel under his touch. Your hips moved against his, matching his thrusts and a low groan escaped Peter’s lips.

A string of curses mixed with your name slipped through his lips as you felt him twitch; your pussy clenching around his cock as you felt yourself coming undone. The built up hit you like a truck, train. Fireworks went off. You’d completely exited your body and had transported to a mystical world.

The weight of Peter’s body on yours brought you back to reality. The soft breathing, the hard beating of his heart on your chest. Bliss. You felt sheer bliss.

“Did we?” Peter asked, not because he was uncertain, but because he wanted this to be real. He wanted to know this wasn’t a dream.

“Yeah,” you breathed holding his body close, staring at your ceiling. It was still just your ceiling and you were still just in your bathroom. But it was different. Things around you were different. The color of your pink shower curtain was brighter, the smell of the air freshener was potent mixed with the remnants of the weed, the sound of Peter’s heavy breathing was louder yet harmonious, Peter’s body pressed on yours felt warmer, and the taste of his salty skin was intoxicating. You weren’t sure if it was the effect of the weed or the effect of Peter.

The feeling of Peter’s lips on your neck were reassuring as you faded into your thoughts. Thoughts about everything, yet nothing at all.

Either way you felt at ease. Uplifted. And maybe you were a bad influence, but being with Peter was far from bad. It was just as euphoric as smoking weed. Maybe, even better.

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Thor stood in the corner of the room, glowering in your direction as if you were the biggest threat in the universe. His arms were crossed over his chest as he followed your every movement. Loki seemed oblivious to the scorching stare of his brother, or perhaps he had just grown so used to it that he didn’t feel the need to be bothered.

Now, when you thought about it, Loki didn’t speak much about Thor. In fact, the couple times he had brought him up, there weren’t many things said about him other than how Odin favored him over the God of Mischief.

You were standing by the couch, arm held gingerly in Loki’s hands as he traced the forming bruise. You wondered if he was trying to coax it into disappearance with how much attention he was giving to the mark, but figured that you shouldn’t question his actions at the moment. After all, he had just saved you from being taken into whatever form of body-crushing custody Thor was attempting. The God of Thunder seemed relatively unbothered by his harsh actions towards you, and he definitely no longer cared for the door he had almost broken upon impact.

“We must take her to Stark,” Thor bellowed, and you watched as Loki’s gentle movements ceased. “I may have given in to whatever tactics you are playing, brother, but I will not allow her to roam freely. Her days of freedom are over.”

The words stung, but at the same time, you couldn’t find a reason to care. It’s not as though you were free in the first place; you had no job to get back to, no documents to help you leave town, and you most certainly didn’t have anyone to turn to besides the god sitting beside you. If freedom was what you craved, then it surely was not the freedom you had supposedly had these past few weeks.

“And you suppose that Stark will welcome her with open arms?” Loki asked, his voice deceivingly calm. He didn’t look up, but you could already imagine the disapproval on his face at the suggestion.

“He may,” Thor replied. “If you present your case correctly.”

His case? If you hadn’t felt like a strange experiment before, you kind of felt like one now. Although they were just words, “a case” typically meant charts, arguments, evidence, and a lot of people poking ideas with sticks until it finally seemed fitting. However, you felt as though your case would be filled with more arguing and poking with needles than anything else. How unsettling.

“I take that you will not help me,” the God of Mischief spoke confidently. It wasn’t a question by any means because both of you already knew the answer.

“I have no intention on helping you harbor a criminal.”

Right, you thought, jaw clenching as you remembered that, according to Thor, you were nothing more than a wanted mortal with a list of deceased men floating above your head. Granted, if Loki weren’t here, you probably would have allowed it all to happen. You would have gladly accepted defeat and death in exchange for some peace of mind.

“I also take that you will not allow her to stay here,” Loki’s voice seemed to drop in pitch as he finally looked up to look at the other god opposite the room.

The air was tense; it had been since the moment your apartment was technically broken into by a god. It’s not like it was the first time a god had randomly showed up in your home, but at least Loki had the decency to use the key instead of body slamming his way through the only door separating you from whatever creeps might lurk the halls in the middle of the night.

“You’d be correct in assuming that,” Thor responded, unbothered by the shift in Loki’s voice.

Loki exhaled deeply, his fingers pulling gently at the sleeve of your top to hide the exposed bruise that had finished forming beneath the surface of your skin. He seemed to tense as Thor approached the sofa where you two sat, and you couldn’t deny that this whole protective thing that Loki seemed to be exercising was an attractive quality. It was nice to know that he cared in action and not just in words.

When the other god came to a halt, his shadow hovering over you like a storm cloud threatening to pour at any given second, you found your heart racing from slight fear. The pain in your arm seemed to return just at the sight of him, remembering quickly the injury he had inflicted without so much as flexing a muscle. Your undeniable fragile existence among the two gods in the room was more than just a little bit unnerving.

You swallowed thickly as the impenetrable silence seemed to eat away at your skin. Loki soon stood to his feet, eyes glaring in Thor’s direction as he pulled your hand with him to hide your silhouette behind the shelter of his body. The silence carried on for longer than you would have liked, the brothers speaking in silent tongues as they stared at one another. After another moment, Loki released your hand and turned his back on the God of Thunder.

“It’s best to pack some of your things,” he guarded your body as he moved with you, blocking Thor’s gaze from reaching you. "Seeing as though my brother here does not intend for us to return soon.”

Loki followed as you walked to your room, his steps close behind yours. A second set of footsteps could be heard while you walked, a sure sign that Thor had every intention of not allowing either of you out of his sight. When you entered the room, you turned quickly to see Loki seemingly prying Thor’s fingers off the door in order to close it. You couldn’t see their mouths from your position, but you heard one of them grunt in disapproval as the door slammed shut.

“Oh, please,” Loki’s voice rang throughout the room. “I do not plan on forcing her to run away.”

The next few minutes were filled with silence as the God of Mischief took a similar stance that his brother had before. His arms were crossed over his chest as his back leaned against the wooden material of the door. He stood still, watching as you made your way drawer to drawer, placing only the essentials into a small duffel bag you had pulled out from the dusty surface below your bed.

“Loki,” you began to say, tossing a t-shirt into the almost full bag. Loki’s eyes flitted to yours quickly, searching for any indication for something being amiss. “They’re going to throw me in prison, you know that right?”

“You can’t be too sure with this group,” he responded. “They have a tendency of having differential opinions.”

“What do you mean?”

“I’ve said it before I believe,” Loki sighed, his gaze cast downward as he pushed himself off of the door. “I am not welcome there.”

“More welcome than me, that’s for sure,” you mumbled, zipping up the duffle bag before sitting beside it, shoulders slumping in defeat. The god’s footsteps were barely audible, but you could hear as he seemed to approached you slowly.

“When they see that you pose no real threat, they will have no other choice than to release you,” he reassured, but it did quite the opposite.

If you were to be released, would that not mean that you would still have to stand trial for murdering men? Or would they figure that it could not have possibly been you? Either way, you felt ruined.

You felt the bed dip beside you as you kept your eyes trained to the floor. A lingering feeling that had become more and more prominent over the last couple weeks seemed to seep through your skin and flow through your veins. It was a rather foreign feeling even though you recognized it. The lights in your room seemed to dim as you allowed your thoughts to consume you entirely. Every possible outcome for the day seemed to bombard your mind, a thorough battle at play within your head.

Hot tears brimmed your eyes as you imagined being dragged away from your home, locked away until the end of time. After a moment of allowing yourself to dwell on the unfortunate circumstances, you inhaled deeply, straightening your back. Your eyes were shut as you urged the tears to go away, wishing them into oblivion.

Loki made no extravagant movements to attempt to soothe your worries; instead, you felt the softest of touches as his fingers intertwined with yours. The touch calmed you slightly, and when you opened your eyes to look at him, you expected the trickster to be looking directly at you. However, he seemed distracted. His eyes were darting back and forth from the lampshades to you, narrowing in scrutiny as if he, of all people, were confused by your emotions.

“What is it?” You questioned, finding yourself worried over his unusual behavior. At your words, he squeezed your hand lightly.

“Nothing, darling,” he breathed, standing from his spot beside you. Loki’s eyes bore into yours, a strange emotion playing within them, as he tugged on your hand to get you to stand with him. “We must hurry before Thor breaks another one of your doors.”

The god grabbed the duffle bag with his free hand before pulling you with him towards the door. As you stepped into the hallway, you allowed yourself to take a glance back, wondering if you would be back anytime in the near future or if you would just have to live with the fact that you might never see the quaint apartment ever again. Thor seemed to have never stopped glaring as the two of you stepped out of the bedroom. His back straightened at the sight of you, jaw clenching in his attempt to further intimidate you.

Jokes on you, you mentally retorted to his glare. You’ve already scared me to full max. Be lucky I’m not a skunk - I bet you haven’t even been sprayed by one yet.

***

Loki had insisted on you riding in a taxi with him to Stark Tower. You were thinking of objecting at first, but once Thor expressed his distaste for such modes of transportation, you were more than happy to oblige. The ride was relatively quiet for the first couple of minutes, but the silence was soon filled with the familiar bustle of cars and nightlife.

It felt as though an eternity had passed, sitting in silent conversation with the God of Mischief, before you had arrived at your destination. Thor was nowhere in sight, and you were thankful for his absence even if he was bound to show up sooner rather than later. You followed Loki into the tall building and tried to ignore the skeptical stares of the security in the lobby. They were most likely wondering why you were walking in with, if what Loki said was true, a god that they weren’t ashamed to publicly dislike.

Loki, as always, seemed completely unbothered by the stares. But as you approached the elevator, you noticed his shoulders slouch in the most unnoticeable way. It was like watching a weight lift off his shoulders once the two of you were out of the knowing eyes of everyone else. As terrible as the timing was, you felt a bit relieved that he was able to feel relaxed enough to let down one of his invisible guards around you.

When the elevator doors shut behind you, Loki finally turned to you. “They should all be here. Thor would have made sure of it.”

“All?” You questioned, wondering if he really meant all the Avengers.

“Yes, all. Even the young one.”

“The young one?” Loki seemed to realize his words before sighing.

“You’ll see.”

The conversation ended right then and there, and you opted to not press further. If Loki said that you would find out, then surely, you would find out. That is, you mentally noted. If they don’t kill me on sight.

Apparently, when Loki had said that they would all be there - he meant it. The elevator door seemed to have been the only barrier between you and the not-so-appealing room filled with people who looked like they already wanted to murder you. In the center of them all, Thor stood with his arms still crossed over his chest. All eyes were on you and Loki as you entered the room. Hesitant steps were all you could take while you followed Loki closer and closer to what felt like was your doom.

“Ah, that’s far enough,” one of them spoke. When he stood, his hand raised in the air, you could clearly see the playboy billionaire you had only ever seen on television, or soaring a thousand feet in the air. “Loki, a word?”

Tony Stark’s fingers motioned the god forward as a group of men, that you weren’t even aware had existed in the room, surrounded you. Each of their gruff faces held a look of contempt as they crowded around you like children around an ice cream truck. Except you weren’t being screamed at in joy.

You stood on your tip toes, attempting to look past the shoulders of a couple of the men. One of them glanced down at you, raising an eyebrow before scooting ever so closer to close the gap. Sighing, you fell back onto the heels of your feet, pretending that you weren’t straining to here the conversation happening less than 20 feet away.

Their voices were hushed, but even in the quiet, you could hear the disapproval in many of their tones. From behind you, the elevator dinged. There was brief rustling before a loud boyish voice rang throughout the room.

“Sorry, Mr. Stark.” More rustling, and between the legs of your guards, you could make out the baggy jeans of what was probably a teenager. “I know you said it was an emergency, but Aunt May was making - woah, what’s up with the body guards?”

“Kid, get over here.”

“Right, sorry.”

Ah, so that must be the young one that Loki had mentioned.

Seeing as though you had never been unfortunate enough to be in harms way, you had never met any of the Avengers before. So, even if you tried to figure out who’s voices belonged to who, you couldn’t say for certain if you were correct. The only voices you knew were Tony Starks, Loki’s, and Thor’s.

“Bring her over here,” Tony’s voice spoke clearly through the muttering and hushed conversations. The men surrounding you made way for your movement, dispersing just enough for you to see where you were going. You kept your head down until your shoes stepped onto a lush carpet that laid on the floor by the couches in the center of the room.

Looking up, you were met with curious stares of all the heroes you had only ever seen through a tv screen. Your heart began to beat rapidly in your chest as they seemed to analyze you from head to toe. The only person who did not seem to be analyzing your every movement was a young man that could not have been older than 18. After taking short glances at everyone in the room, you noticed Loki beginning to take steps towards you, his jaw clenched in irritation.

“She doesn’t look that threatening,” a voice rang, and you dragged your eyes from the approaching god to a rather reserved looking gentleman.

“Appearances don’t matter,” a red-haired woman said, one of her eyebrows arched in scrutiny as she eyed you. “What matters is that she’s killed at least 10 men, not to mention the police have a warrant out for her arrest. Bringing her here was probably the last thing either of you should have thought to do.”

You watched as Tony walked slowly towards you. He narrowed his eyes, tilting his head from side to side. It was almost as if he was trying to best angle to hate you from. When he was mere steps away, he diverted his gaze and walked to a nearby table adjoined to the wall. Glasses clattered out of your view, and you noticed how everyone seemed to settle back into their seats.

“Well, Reindeer Games seems to believe that you deserve special treatment,” Tony spoke, his footsteps approaching from the side. Reindeer Games? Is that Loki? He appeared seconds later with a second glass in his hand, handing it to you. “What do you think?”

He shook the glass a bit, indicating that he wanted you to take it quickly. Grabbing it, you swallowed thickly, unsure of how to answer. Was it a trick question?

“Uh, I,” you stuttered out. “Well, I don’t,��� you continued to sputter out words, attempting to find an appropriate answer. How were you supposed to convince these people of your innocence when you couldn’t even convince yourself? “I don’t know.”

“You don’t know?” Tony asked, eyebrows furrowing as he looked at you.

“Stark,” Loki pressed, trying to alleviate any of the tension you felt.

“What? Why should we stick our necks out for someone who doesn’t want our help?” Tony asked, a speculative glare flickering between you and the god standing nearby. "So tell me, kid, because I won't ask again. Why should we even consider treating you any different than a criminal?"

You glanced at Loki as he turned to look at you, and it was in that moment that you realized that you were on your own in providing an answer. All eyes were on you as they waited for an answer that was meant to please them as well as provide adequate reasoning for your persistent belief that you deserved better than becoming a lab rat on a psychopath's table. Swallowing your fear, you straightened your shoulders.

No pressure, you reminded yourself. It's only your whole existence on the line here.

"I might not deserve it," you breathed, and it wasn't hard to see that most of them were surprised to hear you actually sound somewhat confident in your voice. Loki, though, looked almost offended by your words. "You're right, I'm behind quite a few deaths, but I swear to you it wasn't intentional. When I found out, I hid, and while that was a terrible thing to do, I can't say I wouldn't have done it again."

Your eyes darted back and forth between Loki and Tony, looking for any acknowledgment to your words. "I didn't know how I did it, and I still can't find a reasonable explanation. If you find nothing, and you see me as a threat still, I will gladly accept any form of punishment you have for me."

Your name played at Loki's lips as he attempted to walk closer to you. The bodyguards surrounding you, though, didn't allow him to move more than a couple steps. They glared at him, looking as if they were ready to pounce if he were to try anything, and in return, Loki glared back with as much distaste.

Tony finished his drink and walked towards you. A couple seconds later, you realized he wasn't walking towards you but past you. You felt your heart drop as the sound of the elevator opening resonated within the room. The body guards dispersed, and you had to practically force yourself not to cry.

"Are you just going to stand there, or are you going to follow me?" You turned on your heel, looking on in disbelief that he might have actually been speaking to you. Opening your mouth to speak, you felt a rush of uncertainty.

Seconds passed before you finally managed to nod, following quickly; however, before you could step foot into the elevator, Tony held his hand up. “The drink. Leave it here.”

Honestly, you had forgotten about the drink in your hand before he had brought it up. It was a tad amazing that you hadn’t dropped it in the rush of emotions you had felt, but one less mess to deal with was always an upside.

You looked around, attempting to find a suitable place to put the glass down. When you didn’t find one close enough, you opted to put it on the bookcase. You looked over to see Tony roll his eyes as his impatience seemed to take hold. “Any day now would be nice.”

Loki once again attempted to get to your side, but Tony was already closing the elevator door, a grin on his face. After the door shut, he turned to you, a contemplative look on his face.

“So, you have no idea how you kill people?” He asked after a long moment of silence. The words still made you wince when they were so straightforwardly spoken, especially by someone you held in high esteem.

“Uh, I,” you started to say.

“This whole ‘uh’ and ‘um’ thing has got to stop. Hearing it makes my brain want to short circuit. Not enough syllables for my mind to process it or something like that,” he spoke over you, grumbling afterwards about how he can’t believe he’s trying to help a broken record like you. Or something like that.

You shut your mouth immediately, not wanting to irritate him any further. This was not what you had expected, obviously, but you weren’t going to complain about it either. At least he wasn’t trying to kill you, or maybe he was more worried about you trying to kill him. Which you definitely were not trying to do.

The elevator door opened after an eternity, and you found yourself in awe of what was in front of you. It looked like a high tech lab, and from what you could gather about the Avengers, it was probably exactly that.

Tony walked slowly, being somewhat kind enough, or lazy enough, to allow your gaze to linger on the various computers, blueprints, holograms, etc. You weren’t sure where you were being led, but you could only assume that it wasn’t to your death - even if the fact that you were in a lab was unsettling due to your fear of becoming nothing more than an experiment.

A door slid open in front of you, and you followed in his steps as you entered. Thor, Loki, and the young man from upstairs were all standing in one corner of the room. Another man with thick black framed glasses and a t-shirt was standing behind a few computers, analyzing something that you couldn’t quite make out.

“Tony,” he greeted, walking towards the two of you while all other eyes seemed to turn to look in your direction.

“Banner,” Tony reciprocated the greeting, letting out a sigh before turning to you.

Okay, so that’s Bruce Banner, you thought, eyeing the other scientist. The guy that turns into the Hulk, got it.

“Take a seat, kid. I’ve got some tests I want to run.”

Tests, great.

It’s not like you were expecting anything more, or anything less, but you weren’t a big fan of the idea of getting poked and prodded by a couple of scientists like an animal on a dissecting table. Yet, here you were, about to get poked and prodded by scientists just like an animal.

You sat down on the cool metal of the table, unsure of what to make of the situation in its entirety. It was intimidating being in a room filled with people who could easily break you like a twig if they chose to do so. Taking a deep breath, you looked over at the two gods and the young man; all three of them were staring at you. Loki looked more worried than anything else; Thor looked ready to kill you, which wasn’t surprising in the slightest; and the young man looked just as intimidated and confused as you did.

Minutes passed as Tony and Bruce had a field day while checking your vital signs, analyzing hair samples, cheek swabs, and all the like. They hadn’t poked you with anything sharp just yet, but you were expecting it to happen at any given moment.

“Do you know when this all started?” Bruce asked you as he began to fold your sleeve up, eyes squinting as he felt the pulse in your wrist for the third time since you sat down.

“No,” you mumbled, diverting your gaze away from him.

“There’s nothing unusual about you,” Tony spoke up, rounding the table before leaning back against it. Bruce took a step back and joined him while the other three in the room flocked closer to hear the results. “Nothing that the eye can see, that is.”

“Mr. Stark,” the young man spoke, stepping even closer to you. “Maybe she got bit by something, you know? Like a snake or a spider.”

“Kid,” Tony breathed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “She’s still human. That would just kill her.”

The young man chewed on his lip for a second before blowing out a puff of air. He looked over at you and mumbled, “It didn’t kill me.”

“You didn’t get bit by a deadly spider. You got bit by a science experiment.” Tony retorted to the comment.

“But it wasn’t -“ He tried to speak up, but yet another person in the room seemed to want to get their two cents in.

“That is all besides the point, is it not?” Loki interrupted their conversation, a look of irritation clear on his features as the young man beside you shut his mouth. “Can we carry on here?”

Tony put his hands up in mock surrender, rolling his eyes at Loki’s attempt to be authoritative. The young man beside you, which you gathered must have been a hero since he supposedly got bit by some special animal. But when you thought about it further, it must have really been an interesting animal because you’d been bitten by many bugs and many pets but you hadn’t turned into a superhuman just yet. Well, not any more superhuman than you already seemed to be.

Bruce and Tony both continued their work for a few more moments before walking up to you. All five men circled around you, forming a strange barrier that you weren’t entirely fond of.

“What exactly is it that happens to the people you’ve killed?” Tony inquires, a hint of annoyance in his tone probably from finding nothing to work off of.

“I don’t know,” you responded, avoiding all eye contact. Before he could press further, you kept speaking. “It’s like one second they’re alive, but then the next, they aren’t.”

“How do you do it?”

“A kiss,” you muttered, suddenly overwhelmingly embarrassed to admit that you truly had a kiss of death.

“A kiss?” Bruce pressed, eyebrows furrowed as you glanced up to meet his gaze before nodding.

“Okay, so nobody kiss her,” Tony said, walking back around the table again. He picked up the cotton swabs that they had used to look at the skin cells within your mouth and placed it underneath a nearby microscope to investigate further.

“Too late,” the smug voice of Loki rang through the room, and you turned, astonished by his comment. You should have seen it coming; it seemed as though he had been serious for far too long, this was bound to happen. From the corner of your eye you could see Thor stand up straighter, a look of pure unadulterated anger directed at you. He began to stalk towards you, every step intimidating you further into fear and silence.

“So,” he seethed. “You are out to kill my brother.”

Didn’t you walk in on us? You wondered right before your eyes widened as fear coursed through your veins like a poisonous serum. You stood from your seat on the table, attempting to put some distance between you and the angry god.

As you took steps backward, he only continued his trek towards you. Trying to find words, any words to explain, your knees gave in, buckling beneath you. Half a second later, you were met with the cold, unforgiving ground below. Thor’s eyes blazed with his anger, and as he towered over you, a rush of voices seemed to try to talk him out of it. However, it seemed as though none of their voices were able to get through to him.

He leaned down, hand reaching for you, and in that moment you could have sworn you would have died from the terrifying situation you had found yourself in. The god’s hand was reaching straight for your neck to lift you up. Knowing that he could easily break your neck just by pressing a single finger to it, you were paralyzed with fear.

What happened next was a jumble of rushed actions. Weapons were out faster than you could even think to blink, and Thor was no longer standing above you. Instead, on the other side of the room, he was pinning to the glass wall. The glass was cracking behind him from the force of the person who had dragged him there.

Loki.

Loki’s eyes were glaring at his brother, a dagger in his right hand as he held the blade to Thor’s naked throat. His left hand pinned the other god to the glass, a look of confusion mixed in with the anger certainly still coursing through him. Behind the table near you, Tony had an attachment of his suit, a blaster pointed directly at Loki’s back. The young man standing mere feet away also looked ready to join the fight if needed.

Thor’s eyes were wide with disbelief as soon as the situation settled in. “Loki,” he warned, his voice low. His hands moved up to grip the collar of Loki’s shirt, his knuckles white as he held it with all his might. “You dare betray me for this woman?”

Loki scoffed, pulling back, “I told you not to lay a hand on her.” His voice did not waiver in the slightest as he took gradual steps away from his brother. He also seemed unbothered by the ready-to-act fighters in the room. “I did not go back on my word. You touched her, and I reacted.”

Nobody’s guard went down as Loki took hurried steps towards you, holding his hand out for you to take once he had arrived by your side. In one, swift motion, he had you on your feet and pulled tightly to his side, an arm wrapped leisurely around your waist. You silently thanked him for the support because your knees still felt as though they were about to give in again.

From across the room, Thor’s eyes continued to glare in your direction. He reached up slowly, rubbing his throat where Loki’s blade had made contact before. Perhaps he had expected blood from how hard Loki had been pressing the blade into his skin, or perhaps he wasn’t expecting anything at all, but when he pulled his hand away, his attention diverted to Loki and the dagger that was still in his hands.

“Let me see that dagger, brother,” he hissed, walking towards the two of you.

Loki casually tossed the blade into the air before catching it on the opposite end and handing to the other god. Thor grabbed it, tapping the point reluctantly before shooting a menacing glare in his younger brother’s direction.

“It’s fake,” his gruff voice spoke loudly, dropping the faux dagger to the ground before storming out of the room without so much as another word. With that, all the weapons and fighting stances seemed to ease away, the tension dispersing only a bit as the door fell shut.

You stole a glance at Loki. He squeezed your side slightly in reassurance before shrugging and turning to the others in the room. “Sometimes the fear of death is stronger than the true threat of it.”

Tony cleared his throat as Bruce seemed to sigh a breath of relief, “Right. So, Loki hasn’t died?”

You shook your head, watching as everyone returned to what they were doing as if the absence of Thor meant so very little at the moment.

“Last I checked, I am neither in Hel or Valhalla,” Loki contended, rolling his eyes.

Everyone seemed to ignore the comment as Tony spoke again, “Are they usually dead by now, kid?” You nodded in response. “Okay, well, let’s poke you with some needles and find out why you seem to be a walking death trap, then.”

Bruce kindly asked you to take your seat as the other man explained that he needed to take blood samples to find out if there was something in your body on a molecular level that took part in your abilities. This carried on for hours. It was back and forth. Nothing was said to you or to Loki, and the poor guy in the corner seemed to have dozed off long ago.

You were certain by the time that you were interrupted that the sun had long since risen in the east, and you wondered if the sun was blaring radiantly along the grey sidewalks of the city. Then you wondered if there were any clouds in the sky, blocking the rays from gracing the earth. In the midst of your thoughts, a woman walked into the room.

“There are police here to speak with you,” she spoke, eyeing everyone in the room before exiting without another word. Tony sighed in acknowledgment and discontent, tilting his neck in a stretching manner before turning directly to you.

“Stay here,” he ordered.

Him and Bruce left the room, leaving you with Loki and the young man who had startled awake from the presence of another person in the room. He stood to his feet, making his way to your other side. A minute or so passed before he finally turned to you, a boyish grin on his face.

“I’m Peter, by the way,” he held his hand out for you to shake before grimacing. It was if he realized a flaw in his words because he offered a new, shy smile as he spoke again. “I meant Spiderman.” He inhaled deeply and bobbed his head awkwardly, “Nice to meet you.”

Spiderman? Your eyebrows knitted together as you stared at him. This was a kid. He was no doubt young enough to be in high school still upon closer inspection, and you were meant to believe that this kid swung from buildings and fought against world-ending evil?

You cleared your throat, grabbing his hand gently to shake it, “Nice to meet you, too.”

He smiled again, but this time it was much less held back. Peter glanced over at the computers and motioned towards them. “I kind of want to know what they’re talking about up there.”

Loki followed the two of you over to the table as Peter typed something. The screen was soon showing what seemed to have been security footage, but there was no sign of Tony, Bruce, or the police. The young man kept typing various things, the screen changing each time he hit the Enter button until it finally landed on the scene you all wanted to see.

Tony was motioning with his hands, his lips moving quickly as he stood face to face with Detective Francesco. You swallowed thickly, remembering how much he seemed to despise you last you saw him, and a shiver ran down your spine. Loki must have noticed the tension within you because, soon enough, his hand was pressed to the small of your back while his fingers traced delicate shapes against your spine.

“Turn it up,” you urged, wanting to know what exactly was being said; Peter obliged. The first thing you heard was the detective’s gravelly voice speaking.

“We were told she would be here, now hand her over,” he spoke loudly.

Tony shook his head in response, and you were surprised to hear the words that came out of his mouth. “The girl is safe here. If you take her now and throw her into a cell, who knows what would happen. You can’t put her away without fully understanding the extent of her powers. She could burn the building down in her fright for all you know.”

Detective Francesco stepped closer, a look of anger gracing his features. “You cannot keep putting criminals into your little troupe of already dangerous individuals.” He snapped, pointing a finger in Stark’s face. “The public barely trusts you as is, and you keep adding assassins, alien terrorists, and now a serial killer to your posse of superhumans.”

“We are not adding her.” Tony rebutted, “We are studying her.”

The argument carried on until the police had given up. Before, you had thought that no one was above the law, but you guessed that maybe Tony Stark was. No one else on this planet would have been able to talk down to the NYPD like they were children, but he did. And he did a damn good job, too.

Peter typed away as all the parties in the security footage disappeared offscreen. The screen turned black, and the three of you made your way back to your prior positions scattered around the room, waiting for the others to return.

Tony was the first to walk into the room. He paced back and forth in front of you, mumbling obscenities as he did so. Bruce strolled in a few minutes later, settling down in a chair to the left of your table.

“I can’t believe I just stood up for you,” Tony mumbled. As you were about to open your mouth to thank him, he continued, “I’m never going to hear the end of it.” He stopped his pacing abruptly, pointing a finger in your direction. “You cannot leave. If you take a single step out of this building, or even the designated floors I’m giving you access to, I will ensure that you don’t see daylight again, understand?”

You nodded quickly, choking on any feasible response that you could have thought of. Tony accepted the nod as a sign of agreement, a signature on an unwritten contract that laid before you.

“Great, another thing for them to hold over our heads. This is just what we needed,” he cursed. “I can’t believe this. And you,” he waved his finger at Loki. “You’re not off the hook, you hear me?”

Loki rolled his eyes, “I understand.”

You glanced between the two of them before Bruce stood to his feet, saying your name along with Loki’s. “Let me show you where you’ll be sleeping. Follow me, you two.”

Okay, you thought. This can’t be too bad, right?

[notveryglittery]

significant

summary: they’d be bantering one second and seeing who could be sappier the next. words: 1,300 / ships: romantic prinxiety <3 notes: happy birthday to @euelioi!! i love you so very much and not a day goes by that i’m not incredibly grateful to have you in my life <3 

read on ao3 | @fandersfic-prinxiety | read more of the Softest series!

Virgil wished he’d known sooner that it was possible to be this comfortable. He was almost mad at himself for putting this off for as long as he had but could he be blamed for being nervous? Roman’s room was a place for creating, and passion, and sure Patton often went on about how charming it was and Logan didn’t mind terribly working in it so long as they were focused, but Virgil hadn’t wanted to risk it. God, had he been missing out though.

“Alright there, storm-cloud?” Roman asked softly, brushing the bangs from Virgil’s eyes.

Startled out of his thoughts, Virgil looked up, locking eyes with his boyfriend. Roman looked a mix concerned and amused. As ridiculous as it sounded, cuddling with Roman was like snuggling up to a space heater. Virgil, always cold one way or another, was feeling a bit out of it with just how cozy he was. It was unfair how nice it was.

“Just fine, Warm This Way,” he answered… before regretting it immediately.

“What’s that one supposed to mean?” Roman managed between his snickering.

“Shut up,” Virgil complained, “it was a Gaga reference. I know you like her.”

“You’re not wrong,” Roman agreed, “I just don’t understand, I suppose.”

Virgil could feel his face going red. “Don’t make me say it.”

“What was that?” Roman inquired cheekily, pressing a kiss to Virgil’s forehead.

Virgil groaned. “I’ll leave, hothead, don’t test me.”

As if they weren’t already wrapped so perfectly around each other, Roman’s arms around Virgil’s waist squeezed tighter. Virgil huffed a laugh; he didn’t even need to see to know Roman was pouting in response. Silence followed and with it came the same peace that had settled over them before Roman had asked of Virgil’s wellbeing.

After a long day of filming, they’d made lunch and argued over what to watch on Netflix. By the time they’d decided on a show, the food was finished, anyway. Patton managed to keep them all around long enough for a couple of episodes before Virgil started to doze off. Roman, ever the knight in shining armor, had insisted on carrying him to his room so he’d be more comfortable. Virgil, in his half-asleep state, had apparently mumbled something about wanting to stay with Roman, and requesting that they nap in his bed instead.

Of course, this was a surprise, as Virgil had been hesitant to do so despite the fact that the pair had been dating for a few months now. Still, Virgil was persistent and it took wiggling out of Roman’s bridal carry, grabbing his hand, and leading the way to the door for Roman to finally realize that he meant it. From there, it’d just been a matter of dealing with the excess pillows on Roman’s bed — most of which Virgil just shoved onto the floor. The moment he pulled a blanket over himself, Virgil was nearly out like a light. With just enough consciousness to gesture for Roman to join him, the latter had done so, perhaps dying internally at the sight of his boyfriend looking right at home on the king-sized mattress.

Roman yelped in alarm, disturbing once more their tranquility. 

“Babe!” Roman squeaked, wiggling away from Virgil. “Get your icy toes away from me!”

Virgil chuckled, doing his very best to keep his bare feet against Roman’s legs. “Aww, what’s wrong, Ro?”

“You heathen!” Roman cried, “you’re ruining the bed sharing trope!”

That got Virgil to stop but only because he needed to wrap his arms around his stomach as if that would help to quell to his laughter. “Tropes? What else have we got in the bag?”

Huffing in frustration as he tried to untangle the blankets, Roman hoped his blushing wasn’t too obvious. “Enemies to friends to lovers, obviously.”

“Obviously,” Virgil agreed in a serious tone, nodding.

“Opposites attract?” Roman offered.

“Definitely,” Virgil said, with a smirk and a wink and Roman thought that really wasn’t fair. When he spoke next, it was hesitant. “Mutual pining?”

Roman’s heart was going to explode. “Yes!!”

The smile that Roman’s enthusiasm earned was worth everything, cold toes and all. He wiggled closer to Virgil, scooping him back into his arms. Virgil sighed, content, already warming back up thanks to the close proximity of his space heater boyfriend.

“Truth be told, dearest, there are far too many tropes in existence for me to figure out all of which we encompass.”

“Well, I’m cuddling for warmth right now.”

Roman gasped in a very clear ‘offended princey noises’ sort of way. “Is that all I am to you!” He bemoaned. “You just like me because I keep you warm!”

“Nah,” Virgil said, far too casually for Roman’s liking and he was beginning to realize his mistake but it was too late now—

“I like you because you’re brave.” A kiss pressed to Roman’s forehead.

“Our dates to the Fantasy Realm are always exciting, even when all I want to do is have a picnic and make shapes out of clouds.” A kiss to one of Roman’s cheeks.

“Your dashing good looks, I suppose.” Another kiss to Roman’s other cheek.

Roman was progressively getting more and more flustered. Virgil decided to spare him before he ended up combusting.

A quick kiss to his lips. “I like you.”

“Virgil,” Roman hissed, ducking his head underneath Virgil’s chin and pressing against his chest. “You can’t just do that!”

“Weird,” Virgil mumbled, “I’m pretty sure I just did.”

For a few more minutes, it was quiet while Roman regained his composure. Finally, he responded — so quietly Virgil barely heard him.

“I like you, too.”

Sometimes, it gave Virgil whiplash how quickly and easily they switched moods. They’d be bantering one second and seeing who could be sappier the next. Sometimes it was nicknames that bordered on hurtful and sometimes it was sickeningly sweet pet names. They still disagreed often but ever since finding out the pining was, in fact, mutual, their communication had improved by leaps and bounds. Virgil rolled his eyes and combed a hand through Roman’s hair. He’d blame the room on his overly affectionate behavior. It totally wasn’t because he was so happy with Roman.

As fast as he could before Roman would notice, Virgil draped an arm over his waist and proceeded to slide his hand up and under Roman’s shirt, trailing his fingertips along his back.

Roman jolted and shrieked. “Be More Chill, I am starting to get worried! Why are you always so cold!”

Virgil shrugged, or as best he could while laying on his side. “You and Patton stole all the warm.”

“Roll over,” Roman said, pushing gently at Virgil until he complied.

After a bit of maneuvering, Virgil found himself curled up with his back pressed to Roman’s stomach. On the one hand, spooning made it much more difficult for Virgil to pull anymore pranks with his toes or fingers. On the other, this was very cozy. It wasn’t like they hadn’t cuddled before but it was usually on the couch in the living room which was never very comfortable. Roman’s mattress was somehow perfectly soft and sturdy and there was plenty of room so it didn’t feel nearly as cramped.

“I’ll allow it,” Virgil said after a moment. There was no denying that the nap he’d put off earlier was catching up to him. He’d almost forgotten that that had been the plan to begin with.

With wisps of creativity and good dreams floating through his head and Roman holding him so snugly, Virgil found it easy to drift off once more.

Leaving a gentle kiss on Virgil’s shoulder, Roman began humming an aimless sort of tune to help Virgil fall and stay asleep. Perhaps he’d out-romance him once he woke up…

[sxfik]

hi hi hi it’s really late, but if u ever get around to it can you write a fic where Iseult and aeduan go out somewhere and leave owl for Safiya and Merik to babysit?

Just like how Flynn loved Rapunzel

a/n: okay i took some creative liberty and made this a modern au with a much younger owl, i hope you don’t mind! apologies in advanced if they are ooc bc i literally wrote this right at 12 when i saw your prompt bc i have had so many ideas for this! enjoy!

“Oh, and make sure to not give her anything sweets an hour before her bedtime! There’s mac and cheese that I made earlier to eat for dinner. And don’t forget to —“

“Don’t worry, don’t worry, we got this. It’s not our first time taking care of her you know? It’ll all be well Iz, just enjoy your time with Aeduan,” Safi cut her off with a chuckle and spinning her around softly, pushing her into the living room of Aeduan and Iseult’s shared apartment. Iseult fiddled with her necklace and bit her lip as she racked her brain for last minute reminders but Safi was having none of it. “All will be well, plus it’s Merik and I taking care of her so we have two pairs of eyes on her. Also, you look stunning in that dress and you deserve a break to spend time with your boyfriend.” she reassured her sister as she adjusted Iseult’s necklace which lay off center with her constant fidgeting.

Iseult relaxed as Aeduan came up and slipped a strong arm around her, supporting her as she leaned into his warmth. Safi gave her a soft smile as Aeduan guided Iseult out of their apartment. Iseult had changed after Aeduan and Owl came into her life. Safi saw her sister’s careful expressions and rough edges smoothen out and her sister was relaxed when she was around them. The biggest change was how much Iseult cared for Owl, practically becoming her mother and both Aeduan and Iseult became the kind of parents that Safi wishes she had when she was a child. Snapping out her thoughts, she waved goodbye to the couple when a familiar someone pokes their head into the doorframe.

“Is she awake?” Merik asked as he glided past Safi and she closed the door behind them. She looked up at the man, his head turned in the direction of Owl’s bedroom with eager, excited expression. His hair flopped down a bit, looking like soft clouds as his hair was slightly curling. He was wearing black jeans and a dark blue sweater that complimented his hazel eyes. In his hands, he held a bag of what looked like all the Disney movies he owned.

“I haven’t checked on her yet, they just left before you came in” she whispered back, and he looked back at her beaming, excited to see Owl. Although Merik was Mr. Grumpy most of the time, Owl softened his demeanor like anything. “Did you bring the movies?” she asked him.

“Yeah, I did. I brought three: Moana, Tangled and the Little Mermaid. I bet she’ll pick the Little Mermaid today” Merik said, as a smirk spread across his face, his eyes dancing with mischief as if begging her to challenge him. And of course, she wouldn’t be Safiya if she didn’t.

“No way, she’ll totally pick Tangled. That movie is such a classic” she challenged, smiling up at him, both of their bodies moving towards each other unknowingly.

“Wanna make it a bet?” Merik’s voice got deeper as he stepped closer to her, close enough for his warm breath to fan her face. Her face flushed as his eyes kept darting down to her lips, his free hand caressing her jaw as her face leans into the warmth.

But, they suddenly break apart hearing a giggle coming from Owl’s room. They shared a look as the both of them crept down to Owl’s room as quietly as possible, intending to surprise her. Safi opened Owl’s bedroom door, spotting the little girl serving tea to her teddy bear and dolls that were elegantly placed in the three chairs surrounding the blue table and giggling, making lively conversation between her stuffed animals. Merik hides behind her even though Safi wasn’t tall enough to mask all of him.

“Owl, look who’s here to visit!” Safi announced to her, the little girl’s head looking back to where she’s standing.

“Hiya Princess,” Merik poked his head out from behind Safi as he greeted the four year old, hiding the movies behind him.

“Pwince Mewick!” Owl’s eyes widened as a smile stretched across her face and she raced to hug him. Merik stepped out from behind Safi to greet his princess. He bowed to her with a flourish and kissed the back of her hand as Owl blushed.

“I brought gifts, milady,” he pulled out the three Disney movies from behind him as Owl grinned up at him. “We can watch The Little Mermaid, Tangled or Moana! Which one would you like to watch today, fair princess?” he asked her as Safi watched the interaction with a soft smile, shaking her head. God, all it took was one look from Owl and he turned from Mr. Grump to her ‘pwince mewick’ in no time. Merik glanced up at Safi with a side smirk and Safi met his gaze head on, not backing down.

“I want to see Tangled! Sawfi, let’s see Tangled!” The little girl bounced around as a grin spread across Safi’s face, gloating her victory over Merik silently. Merik sticks his tongue out at her playfully as the little girl skipped out of her bedroom. Safi was about to follow suit until Merik grabbed her hand and leaned close to her ear, whispering “You might have won this round, my darling but you won’t win the next.” She breathed in and held it as goosebumps flared and her heart rate quickened at his sudden closeness. It’s shocking, even after a year of being together how much he can affect her. Merik smirked as he slid past her following Owl into the living room, leaving her momentarily stunned.

Merik made popcorn in the kitchen as Safi set up the movie with Owl sitting on the brown couch facing the TV. Her legs barely touched the floor as she swung them, waiting for the movie to start. Safi and Merik sat on either side of her and settled in, passing the popcorn from person to person.

An hour in, Merik turned his head to Safi to realize she’s dozing off. And since Owl’s attentively watching the TV, Merik takes his time to attentively watch Safi. She has the prettiest face he’s ever seen with mischievous eyes and soft lips and her long blonde hair that frames her face so perfectly. But most of all, she ignited a fire in him, and challenges him, his morals and everything he thinks is right. Around her, he can relax, and he can lay out all his insecurities in front of her and she won’t judge. Actually, she will judge but she shows him such love and kindness he’s never gotten from anyone else. Her head tips slightly onto the side away from him and her blonde hair falls suit. Merik studies her face as her lips slightly part, the sleep causing her to relax. He wants to cup her face and hold her so close to him and not let go.

“Do you wuv your pwincess?” Owl peers up at him with wide eyes and a tilted head as Merik snaps out of his daydreaming.

“Of course I love you, milady!” Merik replies with an easy smile. But the little girl shakes her head as if the answer is not enough for her.

“No, do you love pwincess safwi? Like how he loves Rapwunzel?” she gestures to the screen showing the scene where Flynn Rider is gazing at Rapunzel while she looks out at the floating lanterns with flowers in her hair. Merik looks back at Safi and smiles softly.

“Yeah I do love her. Just like how Flynn loves Rapunzel,” his voice, soft as he looks at Safi. Owl looks up at him, satisfied with his answer and goes back to watching the movie.

The movie finishes and Safi is still asleep on the couch so Merik decides to give dinner to Owl and get her into bed since it’s so close to her bedtime. Of course, he doesn’t drop his character around her, opening doors for her, calling her names until Owl is all tucked in and had a story read to her. Once he’s sure she’s asleep, he pads his way back down the hallway, back to awaken Safi so she can have some dinner and to make sure she doesn’t wake up cranky and hungry the next morning. “Safi, darling, wake up. You need to eat something.” He settles down next to her, softly nudging her and shaking her awake. Safi shifts, her head now upright and she cracks her eyes open and stretches. She frowns, upset for the awakening but then realizes her surroundings and turns toward him.

“Hm, Prince Merik, what an honor to have you wake me up.” she teased, her voice slightly throaty because of sleep and disuse. Safi smiles at him softly and it’s like every charming line he had was tossed out of his brain. Merik lifted a hand to cup her face, to tuck a stray golden piece of hair behind her ear and his fingers continue tracing her jaw, not wanting to let go.

He shifted closer as he quipped back “Well darling, other than waking you up, I have come here to declare my victory. Since I tucked in Owl today, I got her special goodnight message.” Realization struck Safi and she cursed under breath. Damn it, Owl’s special goodnight message is the best. The little girl gives you the tightest hug she possibly can before she climbs into bed and says in the softest voice “I love you.” It was the ultimate win. Safi grumbled and frowned as Merik chuckled, leaning in closer. “It’s okay, just admit it, I’m the ultimate prince and I won” his voice whispered as he grew closer and closer.

“No way.” She leaned in, her eyes almost closed.

“Admit it.” His hands held her face gently, tilting it up towards him as his eyes darted down to her lips.

“Never.” she breathed out, as Merik’s lips crashed into her. His lips were soft against hers as their bodies shifted closer towards each other. His arm snaked around her waist as his other hand was still cupping her face. Safi’s arms were around his neck, drawing him impossibly close, kissing until they needed a breath. Safi drew away from him, breathing in a shaky breath, lips red and swollen from kissing for so long.

“You win.”

Taglist: @lseultdetmidenzi @shiencystuff (for some reason @un-empressed isn’t showing up as a blog)

[vantekay]

moonlight kisses and dahlias ||kth

word count: 7.7k

estimated reading time: about 12-15 minutes

genre(s): fluff fluff fluff and oh, did I mention fluff? also idk if you would call it angst but like hyung line lecture tae for a half a minute before everything is all good again.

warnings: a couple curse words towards the end, a steamy kiss at the end ;)

summary: basically taehyung enjoying himself until a strange girl (you) comes up and stares at him in bewilderment because this field felt like it belonged to you and what was he doing lazing in the lavender? after a few weeks he takes you stargazing as an unofficial first date and you accidentally totally on purpose kiss him whilst straddling him surrounded by dahlias underneath the night sky.

guys! @whimsicalliethereal made this beautiful moodboard with MKAD in mind and it’s really amazing! I was so happy and amazed when she sent it to me and told me she loved the story so much that she wanted to make something for it and when she found the photos of tae in a field she knew she had to make it for MKAD. like I told her, it completely and perfectly captures the first scenes in the story with so much similarity its a little scary haha. these are the types of images I created in my head when I made the story and to see it put into a moodboard format is unreal! please show her all of the love in the world for this because it really is amazing, thank you so much again cara!

the wind blew through the field with such grace that could only be likened to that of a ballet dancer, lightly sifting through the patches of blue larkspurs and purple lilacs, drifting under the stretch of red anemones and floating through the petals of yellow daffodils. she spurred on in her endeavor to reach the boy laying in the space he created amongst the lavender, fit perfectly to his thin frame. when she finally reached him she flowed delicately around his body, sending a soothing chill down his spine. finally, washing over him completely- she started at his messy dirty blonde hair, moving through his locks and  towards his nose and cheeks, leaving the softest of kisses amongst them before finally falling towards the bottom half of his body and eventually leaving.

he closed his eyes with a contented sigh as the sun rose higher into the clouds above, marking it midday. he had ventured out here early in the morning to catch the sunrise, his camera resting peacefully beside him filled to the brim with all the pictures he had captured, making sure he would have enough to look through until he found some he liked. he decided to lay in the fields for a bit afterwards, embracing the cool May breeze that came with spring, the beautifully bloomed flowers around him only adding to his serenity. he enjoyed days like this, days were he could come out and not have to worry about being spotted by fans. he had always come to this field because it was empty and tucked away from the rest of the world, albeit never as early as he did today. it also harbored some of his favorite flowers which he didn't hesitate to add to his portfolio throughout his visits.

he had begun to drift off until he heard the faintest sound of footsteps. he felt his heart rate start to increase, thoughts running wild on who could have followed him here. he thought maybe it was one of the other boys, quite possibly jimin who had accompanied taehyung to this field a few times in the past. but he was sure that the others would have been busy with other projects or taking time for themselves after their long months of touring and other activities. taehyung had become so lost in thought about who could have arrived at the field that he didn't realize the footsteps had stopped only a couple feet from where his body lay, a girl standing merely 5 feet from him observing his relaxed stature.

she blinks a couple of times, contemplating on whether she should ask the boy if he is awake or simply continue on her walk through the flowers, but something about his calm aura was intriguing, she felt as if she were being pulled into him. she frequented this field often, sketchbook and camera always in hand so she was ready if inspiration were to ever hit her but not once had she run into this boy. she couldn’t help but to feel offended by his presence, but the thought was gone as soon as it had appeared because this wasn't her field, it was available to anybody who wished to venture into its gorgeousness. she supposes she was so used to always being alone that it had started to feel like the field was placed here specifically for her to sit and enjoy, allowing the sun to kiss her skin to a golden tan. she's getting ready to continue on her walk towards her favorite spot when the boy slowly opens his eyes to peer up at her. she swallows thickly before squeaking out the shyest of “hello”'s. the boy below her smiles politely before sitting up and looking at her, instinctively she takes a couple steps backward.

“hi, do you mind if I ask why you were staring at me?” he questions, with a voice as deep as the ocean but as smooth as silk and she wonders if its normal to be so attracted to someone's voice. she quickly dismisses the thought as her cheeks tint the faintest of pink and taehyung can't help the smile spreading across his lips as he watches the girl in front of him become shy. 

“I-I'm sorry. I was just walking through to um, to get to that tree over there-” she points to their left at the oak tree situated between spreads of dahlias. the flowers range in color from full deep purples to reds with white tips and the softest of pinkish whites alongside dark blues. she turns back sheepishly to the boy, hoisting her tote bag higher upon her shoulder. she doesn't miss the way his eyes flicker to the bag with curiosity before they quickly move back to her own, silently encouraging her to continue explaining why she had stopped to stare at him. “-and I'm not used to seeing anyone else around here, so you sort of piqued my interest.” she raises her hand that isn't occupied by the bag on her shoulder and subconsciously tucks a loose piece of hair behind her ear, her cheeks turning darker red and taehyung notices that her ears are slightly pink as well.

“I was about to leave though! I'm so sorry if I interrupted your nap.” taehyung realizes that this girl must not recognize who he is, because she isn't freaking out over him being a member of BTS, or she's just handling the situation very well. he smiles up at her again before speaking.

“you didn't interrupt me, I come here pretty often to take pictures of the flowers or just to clear my head for a bit,” he raises a hand and points at her bag secured around her shoulder. “whatcha got in there?” he doesn't miss the way the corners of her mouth curl up into a slight grin at the mention of her tote bag. he watches as she lifts the bag higher upon her shoulder more before wrapping both hands around the straps, looking anywhere but at taehyung's face as she speaks.

“uhm, just my sketchbook and camera, I come here often as well to see what kind of inspiration I can get from the scenery, it took me by surprise seeing you here because I've been coming here for a little over a year now and have never seen anyone else around.” she speaks in a louder voice now, excitement beginning to drip off of her words as she speaks, and her eyes beginning to sparkle like someone had placed the stars in them themselves, and he can't help but wonder what it would be like to get lost in her eyes. 

“you take pictures too?” he grins before turning slightly to his right and grabbing his camera from behind him, gently shaking it in front of his frame as if to say “so do I” before  situating it into his lap and looking back up at her. 

“ah yeah, but I mostly use it in case my sketchbook isn't handy and I find a scene I really want to draw. but sometimes I like to have both the sketch and the picture just because.” her cheeks are turning red again and she can feel her whole body igniting with heat. she nervously tucks another piece of hair behind her ear before she clears her throat and looks down at the boy in front of her, their eyes finally meeting. taehyung allows himself to become lost in her eyes like he thought of before but it's not the same when he's situated on the ground and she stands a good 5 feet above him. 

the moment doesn't last long before he's standing up and placing his hand out in front of him for a handshake.“my name's taehyung, and you are?” he tilts his head slightly to the left as he reaches out for her hand and she can't stop the small giggle that leaves her lips as she allows one hand that has been gripping the shoulder straps of her tote bag free and is connecting it with his in a firm shake.“y/n.” she breathes, and taehyung blinks a couple times as he plays her name out in his head, happy that he now has a beautiful name to put to the equally beautiful face before him.

“well, it was really nice to meet you y/n, but unfortunately I have to get back to my place,” taehyung smiles as he finally lets go of her hand, watching as she lets it drop to her side instead of returning it to the shoulder straps of her bag. she nods her head before she responds, telling him that it was a pleasure to meet him as well. for a moment taehyung wonders if he should ask for her number, but quickly realizes how risky that could be in case she was a fan and was just really good at keeping her cool, but something told him she didn't know who he was and that made him feel happy. 

he knew that if they did meet up again at the field and continued whatever this was he would have to tell her, but for the time being he allowed himself to be known as taehyung to her, not as “v from bts”. They both turn after saying their goodbyes and walk towards their destinations, but after a couple of steps taehyung can't help but to turn around and get one more glance of her. he watches her walk toward the tree she mentioned, carefully parting a path through the dahlias to sit under the trees shade. he watches as she sits down with ease, breathing out a deep sigh of relief at being in a place that brings her so much peace. he watches her pull her sketchpad out first, briskly looking around her for inspiration. It's not long before he sees her pull out her pencils and begin working on a sketch. he smiles for what feels like the hundredth time and turns away, his walk back to the dorm filled with thoughts of her and hopes of meeting again soon.

It's approximately one week later that he sees her again. he's laying in the patch of lavender when he hears footsteps. he sits up quickly, a smile already placing itself on his lips as he watches her approach him, but this time something feels off. he notices that she walks with her head down, earbuds placed in her ears to drown out the world around her, and she wears a deep frown on her face. taehyung can't help the drop he feels in his stomach at watching her walk with such a sad atmosphere surrounding her. he finds himself wanting to protect her and fight off whatever it is that made her feel this way. as she gets closer he worries she will pass right by him, so it's with a small pout that he lays himself back in the lavender patch and puts his arms around his face to block out the sun, breathing deeply and peeking through the tiny hole he has allowed in his arms to see her pass by. when she doesn't and he notices the footsteps have stopped, he removes his arms with a confused look on his face as he sits up and looks around only to immediately find her standing in front of him like when they first met, only this time she is looking at him quizzically.

“hey taehyung.” she speaks quietly and replaces her quizzical look from before with an obvious forced smile. he feels his heart sink more, but knows he has no right to ask what it is that's bothering her, for all he knows she could just be having a bad day.

“hey y/n.” he smiles up at her and she quickly smiles back, and this time its not a forced one like before, but its also not as wide and as full as her smile was the first time they met. he's getting ready to ask her if she's alright despite his previous thought but he's cut off by his phone ringing. he smiles at her apologetically as he reaches into his pocket to pull it out and answer. 

she can't hear whatever the other person is saying but by the look on taehyung's face she assumes it can't be good. she sees his smile falter before it turns into a tiny pout, one that she finds herself staring at for a bit too long-wondering what it might feel like to place her lips upon his soft looking ones. she shakes her head at the thought, mentally scolding herself because she just met this guy, she shouldn’t be thinking of him in that way. but she seemed to find herself thinking of him quite a lot since they first met. she couldn’t deny that he was attractive, god was he heavenly. she thinks back to last week when they had met for the first time. how she immediately noticed the small moles that littered his face in the cutest of places, like angels had kissed them there themselves, their lips brushing against his smooth skin and leaving the feathered marks behind. there was one on the tip of his nose, another towards the center of his right eye, and she almost missed it but there was one that occupied the corner of his mouth as well. she hoped that she didn’t alarm him with her staring that day, but she couldn't help but marvel at the beauty marks on his face. wondering what it would be like to trace them lightly with her fingertips. She got so lost in thought about taehyung and his stupidly gorgeous face that she doesn’t realize taehyung had ended the phone call and was staring at her waiting for a response.

“I’m sorry did you say something? I zoned out for a moment there” she states as her cheeks begin to dust pink at being caught in her thoughts, though she knows taehyung doesn’t know it was him on her mind she can’t help but feel flustered. 

“that’s okay, I was just saying I'm sorry but my friend called and said he needed to meet with me as soon as possible,” taehyung scratches the back of his neck as he speaks, feeling like a high school  boy who just confessed his feelings for his crush. “I’ll see you here soon though, right?” he asks hopefully, and who would she be to tell him no when he looked this adorable and bashful. 

she nods her head, asking if he would like to exchange phone numbers to ensure their next meeting. taehyung swallows thickly at the thought of giving her his number. he’s almost positive that she isn’t a fan, but he’s still unsure. he would feel rude telling her no though, especially when she seemed so nervous about asking him in the first place. so he agrees and they exchange phones, putting their numbers into the others phones and handing them back with smiles plastered on their faces. he tells her he will let her know when he is free again and they can hopefully work it into their schedules. she assures him that she will keep her weeks open awaiting for his text and he can’t help but laugh at her cuteness. it’s with a couple quite “goodbye”’s and repeated “see you later”’s that they finally part ways. 

taehyung finds himself preoccupied with what his message to her will be, that he is of no help to the other boys who had called him for help at the dorm earlier. they’ve taken notice that throughout the past week taehyung had seemed like his head was elsewhere, but they didn’t think to ask him about it until jin did later whilst they ate. 

“what’s got your head in the clouds today tae?” jin asks around a mouthful of food.  jin was the first to notice that taehyung had barely touched his food, a goofy and love struck grin plastered on his face as he moves the food around the takeout container. he had been like this ever since he came back from the dorms last week. he finally looks up and makes eye contact with jin for the first time since he arrived home earlier.

“ah, sorry hyung. it’s nothing.” taehyung smiles, his mind wandering back to her yet again. he still is thinking of how to text her, wondering if he should send her a simple “I’m free Friday night if you are!” or actually try and make conversation. he couldn’t deny the fact that he’s been itching to get to know her better since they met earlier that day, and if he didn’t believe at love at first sight before; he definitely did now.

“it can’t be just nothing if you’re so preoccupied that this is the first time you’ve even looked at us since you came back” namjoon laughs and taehyung can feel a blush rising to his cheeks as he bows his head slightly at the mention of his ignorance.

“awe hyung’s blushing! how cute~ it must be a girl that’s got his mind elsewhere” jungkook chimes in and taehyung raises his head quickly, mouth open to dispute what the maknae has said only to be beaten by yoongi.

“ah, so it is a girl” he states calmly as he continues to look down at his food and eat. taehyung opens and closes his mouth a couple of times, dumbfounded by the fact that his members were able to read him so quickly, and seem to be so calm about it too.

“is it that obvious?” he questions, his cheeks heating up even more as he fights the urge to smile.

“only because we know our taehyungie so well~” jimin says before bursting out into a fit of giggles and leaning onto tae’s shoulder. taehyung just smiles and begins eating his food in hopes they will change the subject but he knows that it’s all wishful thinking.

“well? are we right or are we right?” hoseok laughs, and all the members turn to look at taehyung expectantly. if taehyung didn’t look like a tomato before then he definitely does now. after a couple of deep breaths he slowly nods his head. it takes a good 3 seconds before everyone is screaming and cheering, the room quickly filling up with mixed shouts of encouragement. taehyung waits until its gotten quieter to speak again. “don’t get my hopes up, we just met the other day at the field.” he mumbles, beginning to play around with his food as an excuse to avoid eye contact with any of the members.

“the field? you mean that really pretty one we went to a couple weeks ago?” jimin questions from next to him and taehyung nods his head.

“yeah, I went there Monday morning to take pictures of the sunrise and wound up just laying there for a bit. she showed up and I noticed her staring at me so I asked if she was okay and she said she was just surprised to see someone else there. she said that she had been going there everyday for a year and had never seen anyone else there so I shocked her, I guess.” taehyung doesn’t notice it but the others surely do, how his lips have formed one of the biggest boxy smiles ever. they all exchange glances back and forth at their taehyung falling for a girl he had just met. they don’t blame him, being an idol is lonely and hard especially since they are forbidden by the company to date. taehyung looks up after he’s done speaking about her only to notice all of his members staring at him. he twists his face as speaks, “what? why are you all looking at me like that?” he is genuinely confused as to why his members were staring at him as if he were their son who had just won first place in a stupid spelling bee, looking at him with giant smiles on their faces. they all smile at each other again before hoseok speaks up.

“nothing tae, just glad that you’re meeting people,” he flashes him a smile before his lips form a thin line and his face scrunches up a bit and everyone else follows suit as their minds finally click into place about taehyung’s meeting.  

“was she a fan?” “ did she recognize who you were?” “ oh god, she didn’t try to hurt you did she?” they’re all talking at once as they just realized that a random girl had approached tae while he was alone and far from the dorm. taehyung giggles, causing the rest to immediately stop shouting their concerns and stare at him.

“you guys are so cute sometimes but no, I don’t think she was a fan. she didn’t seem to recognize me and if she did then she was really good at hiding it.”

“well that’s good, as long as you didn’t give her your number then there is nothing to worry about. you wouldn’t do something that reckless anyways” jin laughs and everyone else joins in too before they all realize that taehyung’s shoulders have slumped and his head had buried in his chest, mimicking that of a hurt child.

“oh my god taehyung you gave her your number!” yoongi says exasperatedly at taehyung for doing something so stupid. even if she weren’t a fan and had no clue who he was, that didn’t mean she wouldn’t eventually find out and potentially post his number online for fans to find.

“I couldn’t say no to her! she was so cute and nervous about even asking me! how was I supposed to say no to that? I probably would have ruined her whole week if I did. you guys have to trust me when I say that I really don’t think she would do something like that.” taehyung’s hurt, but he knows he deserves their angry stares. he has potentially put himself in danger if she were to release his number on social media where it can be attained by anyone and everyone.

“you just met the girl like what,a week ago? how can you sit here and tell us you trust her when all you know is her name and where’s shes spent her evenings every day of the year?” this time it’s jin to speak up, as the oldest of the group he’s always been the most understanding but also the most sensible one next to yoongi and namjoon. speaking of, taehyung is surprised that namjoon hasn’t spoken up about his mistake, and when he moves to gauge namjoon’s reaction he’s surprised. namjoon sits still, his takeout container long forgotten by his side as he stares off in front of himself in thought. taehyung is almost scared to ask him what he has to say about all this, but he isn’t left to worry long as namjoon shifts his attention to taehyung and begins speaking.

“I’m going to have to agree with jin and yoongi on this one, taehyung-ah. what you did was reckless and even though you did it to preserve this girls feelings, you should have thought about the trouble you could potentially be causing for not only yourself but the rest of us as well.” everyone else is nodding along to namjoons words whilst taehyung instinctively begins to curl up into himself.

 “I know hyung, I’m sorry I just-”

“but, if you say that you trust her then I’ll take your word for it. you have a good sense of character, but if she starts causing you any trouble you need to tell someone immediately so we can get your number changed and take proper action against her.” everyone’s mouths are agape at namjoons words, including taehyung. he thinks he might have given himself whiplash with how fast his head snapped up at the leaders confession. 

“are you being serious right now?” taehyung can’t believe it. he turns to jimin and whispers “pinch me so I know this is real” and jimin looks at him with furrowed brows until taehyung is shoving his arm at his friend with eyebrows raised. jimin timidly pinches his arm and taehyung pulls back, rubbing at the spot jimin pinched. jimin just giggles at his friend before namjoon begins to speak again.

“yes I’m serious, if you really think she has no clue who you are, who we are, then I trust your judgement. though it baffles me that she hasn’t heard of us, I doubt she would be lying about that. has she contacted you yet? why did you exchange numbers?”

“well when jimin called and asked me to come back to the dorm and I told her I had to leave but wanted to see her again, she asked if I wanted to exchange numbers so we could make sure we both were going to be at the field. and no, she hasn’t contacted me yet, I’ve been thinking all day about how I should text her.” taehyung rubs at his neck, a blush beginning to creep up onto his cheeks again as he talks.

“well text her! what are you waiting for?” hoseok has jumped out of his seat and is animatedly moving around the living space, jumping between all the boys to get to taehyung. they all laugh at his antics and it only gets increasingly louder as hoseok reaches taehyung and jumps on top of him, squirming to reach his phone and text the girl himself. “just let me help you! you don’t have to send it! let me see your phone taehyung!” everyone is laughing as hobi holds taehyung down with one arm and begins searching his pockets for the device. when he finally retrieves it, he unlocks it and goes to the messages app. “what did you save her contact as?” hoseok asks from above taehyung, and he lets out an exaggerated sigh as he speaks. “it’s saved as her name, y/n.”

she’s spent the whole week thinking of him, wondering if she should message him first and tell him when she is free or wait for him to make the first move. she decides to wait for him to say something first, not wanting to come across as eager and desperate. why do you care so much? it’s not like you’re going on dates with the guy. she shakes her head, attempting to start work on cleaning up her apartment like she’s been meaning to for weeks now. she gets about 2 hours into cleaning when suddenly her phone goes off, interrupting the music she had blasting throughout the place to play her ringtone before resuming again. she walks over to check and see who texted her, almost dreading that it could be her boss asking her to come in on her day off like he’s done many times in the past. she’s shocked but finds a smile pulling at her lips when she reads taehyung’s name on her screen.

[5:15 pm] taehyung: hey! it's me! the guy from the field, taehyung. I just wanted to text you and let you know that I’m free in like 3 weeks if you wanted to meet up again! I know it’s really far away but I’m just super busy these next couple weeks :( if that doesn’t work though just let me know and we can work something out!

she smiles down at her phone, his nervousness is apparent in the way he texts her. repeating his name as if there was anyway she could forget meeting him. she quickly sends him a reply, letting him know that she has no problem with waiting to meet up. she can’t help herself from wondering what has him so busy the next 3 weeks though, but quickly dismisses it because it’s none of her business.

she doesn’t expect to hear from him again unless it was to talk about a day he would be free, but ever since that text about meeting in 3 weeks time they’ve been talking nonstop. later that day however, she caved and asked him about what he did because he seemed really busy all the time and he told her he was an idol, much to her surprise. well, not too shocking because he was insanely gorgeous and she didn’t doubt that he was incredibly talented as well, but she was still caught off guard.

it was cute when he had told her, he was so worried she was secretly a mega fan and was going to give his phone number out on social media and he had begged her to please not do that because “my hyung said if you did then we have to change my phone number and like sue you and stuff for harassment and I don’t want to stop talking to you just because I’m famous :( so like it’s not a big deal, I’m in a boy band, but I’m still a normal person like you so please don’t give my number out :(”. she remembers laughing hysterically at how he pleaded for her to keep it between them, but she promised him and he knew he could trust her.

since then they’ve spent countless nights talking about nothing and everything, learning about each other more and more and soon it began to feel like she had known him all her life. they found out they had a lot in common, they both liked the same foods, both had the same likes and dislikes, they shared their quirks and embarrassing childhood stories with each other. they even face-timed occasionally when taehyung claimed he had a story for her that would “take too long for me to text you about plus it’ll be funnier this way” only for them to end up on call for hours upon hours until she could hear his members telling him to hang up because he was being too loud and they all had practice the next morning.

it seemed that no matter how busy taehyung was, he always made time for her. he always made time to send her a quick text, reminding her to take care of herself because he had learned by now that when she was stressed at work she would often forget to eat or drink anything or he would text her countdowns of how much longer they had until he was finally free to see her at the field again. he couldn’t help but to keep  promising her that he was going to make it worth the long wait that he apologized for daily until she told him that it was fine and she understood.

she had found that during their 3 weeks of endless chatting, she had begun to catch feelings for him. whenever she found herself thinking of taehyung in a way that was more than friendly she would stop herself, scolding herself for thinking anything could happen between them because he’s an idol and you’re not. little did she know that taehyung felt the same way too, and was having the same mental conflict as her because I’m an idol and she’s not and it could never work. it was rare to meet someone like her though, someone who wasn’t an idol themselves but was understanding of times when they would be talking and suddenly he had to leave. she never complained, never made it aware that she was frustrated with how crazy his schedule was. he knew that he had to keep her, no matter what it took.

it was somewhere during the two week mark of them meeting that taehyung had decided he was turning this meeting at the field into a date. he spent a lot of time with the other members asking them what he should do for the date, asking them if his ideas were too cheesy or too over the top, what girls appreciated during dates and what they found obnoxious and anything else he could possibly know. they helped him make the date into everything he could have dreamed of, the last step was to ask her if she was free on a Friday night and to ask her to show up with an empty stomach because he had “plans :)” as his already vague text had said.

she found herself feeling nervous when he texted about them finally meeting up. taehyung told her that he wanted to meet later in the day, around when the sun would be setting so he could get some pictures and they could have the opportunity to stargaze, an activity they both thoroughly enjoyed. she let herself think of this meet-up as a date but he can’t possibly be planning that because he doesn’t like me like that, right? maybe taehyung was feeling the same attraction that she was, but she didn’t allow her hopes to get too high because at the end of the day he was still an idol and she was just a normal person.

it was at exactly 5:30 on the day they had agreed to meet that taehyung texted her.

[5:30pm] taehyungie: hey! just wanted to make sure you were still showing up. I know you wouldn’t ditch me or anything like that but I was just getting nervous because you aren’t here yet.

[5:31pm]: of course I’m coming silly, I just left my apartment so it should take me about 5 minutes to get to the field. try not to die of boredom before I get there, see you soon!

she sends the message and puts her phone back in her pocket. the whole trip to the field is filled with thoughts of what he could have possibly planned for tonight.

it’s five minutes later, as she promised, that he hears her footsteps approaching and he gets nervous. he looks around him to make sure everything looks perfect.

“what’s all this?” he hears her question, turning himself around to look at her clad in a giant hoodie and a pair of jeans. her outfit is simple but taehyung can’t help but think she looks absolutely gorgeous. he smiles up at her before patting the spot next to him on the blanket.

“I told you we were stargazing, I had to make sure we were prepared.” she takes a spot next to him and they’re so close that their knees brush against each other every so often as taehyung pulls out sandwiches that jimin helped him make and hands her one. “I know it’s not like, I don’t know a steak or whatever, but I thought we could have a bite together too while we watched the sunset. oh look!” she breaks her gaze away from his and follows his eyes to look straight ahead of them. the spot taehyung picked was perfect, he’s placed them underneath her favorite tree surrounded by dahlias and the view of the sunset was absolutely breathtaking.

the sky broke out into strings of oranges, pinks and purples. all of them meshing together to form the prettiest of golden pink pools in the sky. she gazes out and can’t help but have her mouth fall open at the sight. she doesn’t think she’s seen something this beautiful in her life, and she’s trying her hardest to absorb it all into her memory for years to follow, focusing on the way the colors blend themselves together with the clouds and the treeline just below them. taehyung chances a glance over at her and can’t help but laugh at her dumbfounded expression.

“if you don’t close your mouth, you’ll drool all over yourself.” he laughs again and she looks at him before finally closing her mouth but not before she whispers, “it’s just so beautiful.” taehyung smiles and agrees with her, mumbling a soft “yeah, it is.” he quickly whips his camera out to take photos because he never wants to forget how the sky looks, but he also finds himself wanting to take photos of her too. he takes a couple shots from where he sits before standing up and looking down at her as she continues to stare off straight ahead.

“hey y/n, do you mind if I stand behind us a bit and take a picture of the sunset with you in it too?” she’s caught off guard by how quiet taehyung speaks, so used to the loud taehyung who’s always excited with whatever it is he’s speaking about. she looks up at him as he stands next to her with his camera in hand, a slight blush beginning to travel up his neck and spread itself onto his cheeks. she nods and before she knows it taehyung is running behind her a few feet and kneeling into the grass to line up his shot. she giggles at his antics before facing herself forward again, listening to the shutter of his camera. if she weren’t listening closely she would have missed the way taehyung mumbles a “beautiful” before jotting back to their blanket and watching the rest of the sunset with her. she allows herself to think that the comment is about her being in his shot, but figures he just got a really good photo.

when the sun finally finishes it’s decent, they’ve finished the sandwiches that taehyung packed and talked about their day. after a couple minutes of silence they both take note of the stars beginning to blossom in the night sky and situate themselves on the blanket so they can lay down and watch the stars. taehyung can't help himself and peers over at her, admiring the way the moon caresses the curves of her face, lightly settling on her cheeks and highlighting all of her features that he can see from this angle. he moves his gaze around her face, starting at her eyes and the way they are adamantly darting across the night sky, attempting to drink in everything it has to offer. he then moves his gaze down her cheeks again before settling on her lips, watching they way they naturally pout as she uses all of her focus to find stars and constellations above her.

taehyung finds himself staring at her face for what feels like hours but is really only a couple of minutes before he realizes he is staring into her eyes directly. she turned to face him when she had asked him a question and he didn’t answer. she thought that maybe he had fallen asleep, seeing as he told her earlier that today they had a tiring practice. what she doesn’t expect though is to be met with taehyung marveling at her features, staring at her as if she were even more beautiful than the stars that litter the sky above them. taehyung lets out a small yelp before he’s swiftly turning his head back towards the sky, acting as if he wasn’t just staring at her.

“kim taehyung, do you wanna explain why you were just staring at me?” she feigns anger, but when taehyung turns to look at her again he finds that she has the deepest shade of red flushing her cheeks as she brings her arms up across her chest and puffs it out a bit, attempting to be seen as intimidating. he laughs at her attempt to be angry at him before he shakes his head and turns back to the sky.

“you’re not gonna tell me?” she asks and he shakes his head again. he breaks out into a smile as she huffs out a sigh and sits up. “fine, then I guess I’m just gonna have to force the reason out of you.” she smiles now too and taehyung feels himself grow anxious at her words.

“what do you mean?” he asks and now he’s sitting up too, the both of them staring at each other, her eyes filled with mischief and his filled with slight fear.

“oh I don’t know,” she smiles again, “I might just have to tickle it out of you.” she starts to laugh maniacally as taehyung's face drops.

“I knew I would regret telling you that,” he huffs, but quickly thinks of an escape. “but you can’t tickle me if you can’t catch me!” and in the blink of an eye, he’s jumped off the blanket and begun running around the tree.

“kim taehyung if you don’t get your ass back here!” and she too has jumped off the blanket in an attempt to catch him. they spend a good while chasing each other around the tree, their breathy laughs and screams filling the air around them. at one point she ducks behind the tree whilst his back is turned, in hopes to lure him in and finally catch him.

“y/n? y/n where did you go?” she hears his voice getting closer as he looks for her, and she finally sees her chance as he stands a few feet in front of her, his back turned. she stealthily moves through the dahlias that surround the tree and stands behind him, a shouted “boo!” leaving her lips that has taehyung turning around quickly and she pounces on him. she quickly situates herself into a straddling position, after the both of them have fallen to the ground with a hard thud. she breathes heavily on top of him, raising her arms above her head in triumph. she quickly lowers them again and begins to attack taehyung’s sides, tickling him with so much intensity that he’s squirming and giggling underneath of her, his pleas to stop falling on deaf ears as she continues her attack.

“I’ll stop as soon as you tell me why you were staring at me!” she laughs and continues moving her fingers, before taehyung finally gives in and huffs out a “fine! fine! I’ll tell you!” his eyes watery from the pain of laughing so hard. her fingers finally come to a halt, bringing them up to cross them over her chest as she raises a brow at him expectantly. he feels his cheeks begin to heat up as he whispers out a quick “ you looked pretty” and then attempting to get her off of him. she refuses, however and only swats his hands away as he attempts to move her body off of his.

“nuh uh,” she shakes her head at him and he sighs, bringing his hands and running them down his face. “I didn't hear you, what did you say?” she brings a hand up and cups it around her ear, turning her head so that she can hear him better. he lets out a small giggle at her exaggeration before he states louder his statement from before. he watches as her hand drops to her lap and her face flushes of all color and for a moment he wonders if he fucked up the whole date he had planned. he quickly begins to stutter out apologies and excuses before he feels her lean down a bit, a smirk playing on her lips as she whispers “say that again.” and now it’s taehyung’s turn to blush. he falters a bit before stuttering out “I-I said you looked-” but he doesn’t get to finish his sentence because suddenly her lips are on his and he’s lost all sense of thought. he closes his eyes and quickly reciprocates the kiss, placing his hand behind her head to push their lips together tighter.

after a couple of minutes, taehyung takes a chance and deepens the kiss, tightening the grip on the back of her neck just a bit and he’s surprised when she whines against his mouth. he quickly moves to add his tongue into the kiss, making a small moan escape her mouth. it’s not long before they’re pulling apart for air and taehyung takes his time to look over her features again, admiring the way her lips look all plush and swollen from their kiss, the way she parts them slightly and breathes heavily out of them. he doesn’t miss the red resting heavily on her cheeks as she brings her hands up to cover her face in embarrassment at having made the first move. taehyung laughs before he’s reaching up at her wrists and tugging them down so he can look at her again.

“don’t cover your face, y/n. you’re so cute.” he smiles and the blush on her cheeks gets darker, if that were possible. “I had a kiss planned at the end of this date, but I think this one was much better,” he intertwines their fingers, resting them on his stomach and she gapes at him. he tilts his head and asks “what?” as she continues to look at him as if he had eight heads.

“d-did you just call this a date?” she questions and taehyung can’t help but to laugh at her again.

“yeah, why do you think I provided dinner and suggested we do something we both love to do? I wanted to make this special because, well because I really think I like you. I know we just met like a month ago but-” he’s interrupted again by her lips on his, but the kiss this time is much shorter, but still just as intense as before.

“I like you too, taehyung. I’m just glad that it’s not all in my head” she laughs and taehyung looks at her as if her laugh was the most beautiful thing he had ever heard.

“well then, you wouldn’t say no if I asked you out?” taehyung asks sheepishly and she plants one last kiss onto his lips followed by two more-one on each cheek- before she responds quietly “of course not silly.” and they both break out into huge grins. taehyung finds himself thankful for being stupid, as yoongi so graciously told him when he told them about her, and giving his number to her. if he had denied her request to exchange numbers, he wouldn’t have this, he wouldn’t have the butterflies in his stomach or the lingering feeling of her lips on his or most beautiful girl now sitting next to him and admiring the sky with him once again, surrounded by dahlias and the chilling night breeze thats kissing their exposed hands that lay intertwined between their bodies. taehyung looks over at her once more, counting his blessings for meeting the girl of his dreams.

[rairahime]

Fenrir x MC | “Hide and Seek”

☆ Ikemen Revolution Fanfic ☆

I did it! I wrote a fic that im kinda okay with!! I hope you guys like it and I hope I did Fenrir justice lol 

Also, i’m sorry if the formatting is weird, but Tumblr really wont let me change it?? I hope its just a glitch on my end or something and it looks okay for you guys!!

General idea: Fenrir and mc go on a day trip out of the city and discover an abandoned building with a cool tower (OoooOoo) and they have a lil fun LOL

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Word Count: 1,783

Genre: Fluff

Warning: none at all:)

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While exploring the outskirts of the city on a rare day off, Fenrir and I stumbled upon an abandoned building. It was quite beautiful, with a large gate that had winding flowers around each bar that reminded me a lot of the designs back in my world.

The building itself was not very large, but its main redeeming feature is a tall tower with what seemed like an open air balcony and a concave roof. I thought about how the stairs up the tower would probably be completely unstable, but Fenrir insisted it probably would be fine, and in the end he convinced me to check it out as curiosity got the best of me.

These past few weeks have been quite busy for both Fenrir and I. He’s been training with the black army nearly everyday, and I’ve still been trying to get everything in order after deciding to stay in Cradle. Free days such as these were rare, so when Fenrir saw that both of us could free up our schedule today, he suggested we both go on a day trip exploring the outskirts of Cradle, which I gladly agreed with. I’ve really missed Fenrir’s Cradle tours, and would never skip out on a chance to go another one.

We both walked through the gates to find an unkept garden inside. The grass is completely overgrown, leaving the ground extremely soft to each step we took. Past the gates, the view was surreal. Hundreds of flowers were blooming, some I recognized and others I’ve never seen before. Within the thousands of dandelions, I spotted lilies, tulips, gardenias, and even some lily of the night’s. At the farthest corner by the structure I could see a pond with what seemed like lily pads delicately swaying with the soft breeze. Everything together looked like it was straight out of a picture book.

While admiring the view, a certain group of shrubs keep grabbing my attention. The leaves were a dull green and strangely large for a shrub, but what was truly interesting were the specks of pink and blue that, after blinking a few times, I figure out they’re actually glowing. I can’t tell exactly what they were, but I think they may be a berry of sorts.

Glowing berries, huh? Cradle never stops amazing me

As I continued to take in in the garden around me and the freeing open field, joy filled my heart and I impulsively started running through the grass and flowers, dragging Fenrir by the hand.

“Woah woah woah, we’ve got a runner here,” Fenrir exclaimed between bursts of laughter, his voice filling the air. Even to this day, hearing his laughter still makes my heart squeal.

“I just couldn’t help it, its so beautiful here Fenrir! Its like a rule: when you see an open field, you GOTTA run through it,” I said after stopping and twirling around, looking at the afternoon sky.

The sky is painted all sorts of colours today, with the softest lilac enveloping the sky as a vibrant peachy tone forms on the horizon. Soft, large clouds turned a vibrant pink when kissed by the sun’s rays, and it all looks so beautiful you could wish to reach out your hand and give it the gentlest touch.

“Yeah, we really did stumble upon a gem, how lucky are we??” Fenrir exclaimed, snapping my attention away from the sky. and as I stole a look at him, I could see that his eyes zoned in on the tower, and a mischievous smile crept to his lips.

“Pretty lucky,” I answered, pausing and turning around to look at Fenrir. His face was glowing under the peachy tones of the sun, his hair tinted into an even deeper magenta.

Oh to be the sun right now, gently kissing his skin like that…

I caught my train of thought before it choo-chooed far away.

Fenrir looked back at me, and suddenly scooped me up into his arms and started spinning. I squealed as he began to sing a tune, and I remembered our walk in the rain in the first days we’ve known each other, oh how time flies.

Eventually, we both collapsed on the ground from laughter, watching the floating clouds above, giggling every once in a while just by being in each others presence.

“C’mon, we gotta see the inside of this place, and we GOTTA go up that cool looking tower- i’m sure the view from there would be amazing,” Fenrir trumpeted while getting up.

I agreed, and followed him up before we both walk into the building, hand in hand.

When inside, I could really tell how magnificent this building once used to be. The ceiling is painted a scene of clouds and a starry sky, and when I squint, I made out out what looks like a delicate placement of encrusted crystals. After finally peeling my eyes away from the ceiling, I noticed the stained glass windows lining the walls, and the grand staircase right in the middle of the building that leads to the second floor. While the paint seemed somewhat dusty and dull now, this whole place would have been a vibrant work of art. Something is weird though, for a place that seems to have been abandoned for a long time, it’s quite clean.

“Weird how it’s not so dusty and icky in here,” I mentioned to Fenrir, “for a place that seemed to not have had any visitors in years.”

“Huh, good point… weird,” Fenrir replied.

Fenrir let go of my hand, suddenly filled with excitement.

“I’ve got an idea! Let’s make this even more fun and play a lil hide and seek, okay? Cmon, i’ll hide first, count to thirty okay! And no peeking!” He exclaimed

Fenrir left me no time to protest, dashing away.

Guess I better start counting then…

Placing my hands on top of your eyes, I started loudly counting

“1....2....3.....”

Finally at thirty, I let my hands fall to my sides and scanned the area. Knowing Fenrir, he probably went straight upstairs, or maybe even to the tower, but I think I’ll scan the first floor first, just in case.

After walking through vacant hallways and opening empty wardrobes, it was clear Fenrir wasn’t hiding here, and nothing of interest was around anyways.

Guess it’s time to go upstairs now.

The main staircase was made of marble, with the base of the handrails featured delicate carvings of rabbits and grape vines. The more I spend time here, the more I wonder why such a lovely place was left forgotten, or who it used to belong to in the first place.

Turning left, I quickly found a staircase that could only be leading to the top of the tower. The stairs were quite stable and safe, just as Fenrir insisted they would be, and after some debate, I decided I’ll just go up now.

Half way through and I already regret my decision to go up as my calfs began to cry in pain.

Fenrir BETTER be up this tower, or I would have gone up this freaking mountain of a staircase for NOTHING

Finally reaching the top, exhausted, I push the heavy wooden door to unveil a sight I would never forget. Not in a million years.

There are lit candles all over, with rose petals dusted on the ground, some even forming a path to the middle, where a picnic is set up. In the middle of it all, is Fenrir grinning like a maniac. He’s laid sideways on top of the blanket, with one arm propping his head up with his elbows, and the other holding what looked like a bottle of champagne.

Gobsmacked, I stare at Fenrir, when he comically spoke, “alas, the gorgeous woman reunites with the charming man once more,” proceeding to pull the cork off the bottle with his teeth, and raising his eyebrows.

While he was quite funny, everything together was just mesmerizing. I quickly realize that this whole day must have been prearranged by Fenrir. The trip, the “discovery” of the building, why the building happened to be so clean, and oh my god…hide and seek! Thinking of how much thought and effort Fenrir must have put into organizing all this, my heart melt.

“Oh my god, Fenrir. This is so beautiful.. wow...” your voice trailed off, as no words can really describe how you’re feeling right then and there.

“You like it?” Fenrir asked, nervousness showing in his face.

“Like it?!? I more than like it Fenrir! I love it! This is just so freakin’ beautiful! I don’t know what to say...”

“Then don’t say anything,” he said, smiling, “just come and enjoy this moment with me”

I simply nodded, taking a seat next to him as he sat up.

I scanned the picnic that he has set up and thought of how delicious everything looks.

“It all looks so good Fenrir!” I burst out

“I made it all myself, ya’know... i mean, Luka gave me a few notes- but it’s all hand made by yours truly, i promise,” Fenrir explained, “and no guns were involved in the making,” he added with a wink.

The fact that this was all made by him just made everything ten times better. The time he must have spent to get everything right!

Among the fruit skewers, pb&j sandwiches, scones, and strawberry sandwiches, a little bag caught my eye. Peering inside, I could see that it contains what looks exactly like the glowing berries I saw outside. Fenrir noticed my attention to them, and quickly enlightened me on what they are

“Ah yes, i knew you’d be into these! These are a Cradle exclusive, ya know? They’re the juiciest, sweetest, most perfect berries you’ll ever have in your life!”

“They’re glowing, Fenrir! They seem too beautiful to eat”

“I hear ya, but let me tell you this: they taste even better than they look, i promise”

I glanced back at the berries and picked one up and popped it right into my mouth.

He was right, they did somehow taste even better than they looked.

“Oh Fenrir, you’re right, they’re delicious”

“I just cant help being right sometimes” he answered back with a shrug, grinning.

A soft smile formed on my face, and I thought about how full of excitement and joy my days with Fenrir always seem to be.

We both just sat next to each other in a comfortable silence, and munched on the carefully made snacks, appreciating the time we have together and admiring the sky and setting sun.

This must be the best end of a game of hide and seek to ever happen…

[raendown]

Day 20 Pairing: Madara/Tobirama Word count: 1003 Word: Sweven - a dream

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Sweven - Madara/Tobirama

“You’re sure about this?”

“I take offense that you are asking me this now. You know how much I abhor when you insist on being cliché. Yes, I am sure.” Tobirama rolled his eyes. Honestly, they had been talking about this for several days and he had been the one to suggest actually going through with it. Of course he was sure.

Madara scowled at him for his impertinence. “There’s no need to be so rude when I’m just trying to make sure you’re comfortable and safe. It’s…this is…big.”

When he put it like that Tobirama had to admit he had a point. This was indeed a fairly big step, an incredible show of trust that he was offering. Still, waiting until the very last moment to ask again if he truly wanted to do this was just so unforgivably predictable that he couldn’t help but find it a little annoying even if he could fully understand why his partner might be a little worried about his commitment to this.

“Look at me.” Waiting until Madara did as he asked, Tobirama looked him in the eye with a calm expression. “I trust you. Now, I believe I was promised purple skies and all sorts of fantastic things so if we could get on with it, please?”

“It’s not the color of the skies that – never mind. Whatever. Just stay still.”

“Yes, dear.”

“And shut up.”

Tobirama cracked a smile but let it fall away when Madara scowled at him again. Keeping their gazes locked, he forced his body in to stillness and used an old meditation trick to empty his thoughts, intentionally relaxing as the eyes before him changed rapidly from black to red and began to spin. As the tomoe circled each other they almost seemed to bleed in to one another until finally different pattern emerged; the Mangekyo Sharingan.

Despite his efforts he was unable to note the exact moment when reality faded away and the genjutsu began. He’d seen a few genjutsu in his time, of course, though he was good enough to escape most of them almost as soon as they took hold. This one was different. This time there was no sensation of being trapped, nothing keeping him here but his own willingness to participate, no sensation of having his own mind stifled by the will of another. Instead all he felt was the comforting presence of Madara’s chakra gently guiding his attention towards the illusion his lover had created for him.

He had to admit it was beautiful. Standing atop an impossibly high cliff with nothing but open ocean spread out before him as far as the eye could see, sunlight bright on the water and the taste of salt thick in every breath. Probably as a nod to pettiness, the sky was indeed a light purple color, although that could be rationalized by an oncoming sunset.

Something in the back of his mind urged him to turn and when he did they were there. Beloved faces, precious loved ones lost to him years before, waiting to greet him with the same warm smiles he’d thought he had forgotten with time. And behind them stood new faces as well, all of them bearing the distinctive look of the Uchiha clan. A hand touched his shoulder and Tobirama looked over calmly to find Madara there at his side looking relaxed as though he’d never known a day of stress in his life.

When his lover beckoned Tobirama followed, stepping back over the cliff’s edge with no hesitation, trusting where Madara wanted to lead him. Instead of falling he found himself floating on the softest cloud, drifting through the sky with the knowledge that weight and gravity had no meaning for him, Madara’s hand in his.

“This is a dream,” he murmured.

“A good one, though.” Madara’s fingers squeezed his. “I dream about this place sometimes.”

“You dream about this ocean? I’ve had more of an influence on you than I thought.”

His smirk was met with another squeeze, this time a little tighter but still not enough to disturb the atmosphere. “No, the ocean was for you. It’s them I dream about, a world where they all survived and everything was perfect.”

Tobirama rolled his head to one side and looked down at all of their brothers spread out in a line along the edge of the cliff, smiling at them with such understanding in their eyes that he had to look away again, reluctance heavy in his heart as he reached down inside himself and slowly pushed out with his own chakra. He could feel Madara’s genjutsu push back against him instinctively before withdrawing as he so obviously wished.

Opening his eyes, he was met with the sight of their bedroom ceiling and Madara still above him, Mangekyo Sharingan spinning lazily until it separated in to three tomoe and then faded to black. The two of them stared at each other wordlessly, neither wanting to be the first to speak, the moment broken only when Tobirama gave in first.

“Thank you,” he said with quiet words. “It was a very nice dream.”

“Every time I close my eyes I build the perfect world,” Madara whispered back.

“No. You build a perfect dream. This, what we have here, this is the world as it is meant to be. It’s not perfect but it’s what we have. And if I could have them all back I would take that chance in an instant but I am happy with the things I have. I’m happy with you here.”

Madara took in a long shuddering breath and nodded slowly. Then he lowered himself down, inch by inch, until their bodies were pressed together and his face was tucked away in the pale neck underneath him. With a smile Tobirama wrapped both arms around him and held tightly. He didn’t need words to know that Madara agreed with him.

What they had would never be all they wanted but it was enough.

[rubidium91]

A Woolly Encounter

forgive my stupid ass title - a gift for @friku8706 based on our conversation last night following their post about Wooly rescuing people from the cold. This ended up at a whopping 2094 words oh my gosh xD Hope you like it!

As he trudged through the frozen wastes, knee deep in snow, Zero silently cursed his own stupidity. How could he have been so careless? Blinded by excitement, he had neglected to fully prepare for this excursion, and now he was hopelessly lost, shivering uncontrollably, teeth rattling from the sheer cold.

              Icejins, of course, were adapted to living in rather cold conditions. This place, however, was something else entirely. The biting wind cut right through him. His skin felt like it was on fire, as he was pelted with snow and ice. It shamed him as a scientist, how he had completely underestimated just how harsh this icy wilderness really was. Had he done his research properly, he might not have ended up in this mess.

              Back when he had first heard of the mysterious tribe of icejins that supposedly lived in this region, he had set his heart on studying them. Not much was known about them; there wasn’t even concrete proof they existed. But Zero was determined he was going to be the one to find that proof. After days of scouring the libraries of the greatest cities, he at last found small references to the nomadic tribe. Images of tribal markers and paintings found in remote locations across the galaxy. Several different sets of primitive markings, all with something in common. It had to have come from the same kind of people. He eventually tracked them to this frozen planet in a corner of the galaxy. Packing his things, he immediately rushed off to board the next SpaceTrain that would bring him here.

              ‘Idiot. You damn idiot.’ He muttered to himself. He wore a long, padded winter trench coat, but he might as well have been naked for all the difference it made. The winds cut through to his bones. Hands clasped tightly to his body, he slowly continued; in which direction, he had no idea. Visibility was getting low rapidly. He thought he hadn’t gone far from the SpaceTrain station. Surely, he couldn’t have gone far? He remembered that mountain range after all, a visual marker he’d made for himself should he lose his bearings. Or was it that one there?

              Oh gods. He was lost.

              Panic set in, as Zero realised he had lost all sense of direction. Snow was up to his waist now, and it was getting increasingly difficult to move his legs. Why didn’t he just stick to the path? It was bright seemingly only moments ago, yet now it was pitch black. He couldn’t see any mountains or landmarks anymore, only swirling white winds clouding his vision. How could he have let this happen? Could people even survive here? What a stupid, stupid decision this whole trip was. He had let his excitement cloud his judgement, and now here he was, freezing to death in this snowy wasteland.

              ‘Must. Keep. Moving.’ One step. Another. Then another. Each step took every inch of willpower in him, every ounce of strength.

              ‘It’s hopeless.’ Said the voice in the back of his head, that logical part of his mind, gloating at his foolishness. ‘You stupid boy. You’re going to die here. Nobody will even find your body in this vast wilderness. When the SpaceTrain comes back, will they even realise they’re missing a passenger?’

              ‘No!’ He screamed at the gloating voice, emptying his lungs in despair. He made no sound, however, his cry carried away on the mountain winds. And as that last pitiful wail left his mouth, he collapsed into the snow, heaving with exhaustion.

              He lay there shivering and sobbing, tears freezing on his cheeks as they fell. Not like this. He didn’t want to go like this. How pathetic he must look right now, curled up in the snow, a sad and dying animal. Every inch of him was numb, and his mind was cloudy from the pain. As he lay, he realised he could no longer feel the cold and he had stopped shivering. He left almost content. He had heard of this phenomenon, the wash of euphoria one feels as one is dying of the cold. He almost chuckled at his own misfortune.

              ‘Maybe it’s best to just stop fighting. Close your eyes and go peacefully.’ That wasn’t a bad idea he thought. Was it really such a bad way to go, surrounded by the sheer terrifying beauty of nature, the snowy winds creating dazzling, flashing displays in front of him? It really was spectacular. What a pity he could never write about it, or recount his adventure to others. And now his last memory was going to be here in the tundra, watching the snow swirl around him as he lay dying. His vision fading to black, he swore he saw a shadowy person like shape above him. But that was impossible. People didn’t survive this place. It was merely a hallucination conjured up by his dying mind to make him feel like he wasn’t dying alone. Yeah, that was it. He smiled one last time, and closed his eyes.

              Warmth. Zero’s fingers and toes tingled madly as sensation returned. He flexed his fingers, and gasped at the sudden jolt of pins and needles. He focused on the pain. If he could feel pain, did that mean he was alive? As he moved, he felt wrapped around him a soft kind of fur. Wool like almost. Oh gods, it was the softest, most heavenly warm experience he’d ever felt. But what was it? He also realised he could not hear the vicious howling of the mountain winds. Where was he? He tried to open his eyes but could not muster the energy. Instead, he let himself float back into restfulness, caressed by that divine warmth, soothing him back to sleep.

              As he awoke again, Zero stretched out like a cat, savouring being able to move his body once more. The soft, warm sensation was gone, and this time, Zero managed to open his eyes and sit up. He rubbed his eyes and took in his surroundings. He was in some sort of cave. A fire was lit nearby, casting dancing shadows on the walls. Faintly he could hear the howling gales in the distance. He was still on the planet then. But how did he get here? And what was that soft warmth from before?

              The answer came just moments later, as a faint shuffling made Zero look around. The source of the noise was a curious looking, woolly creature, an icejin, undoubtedly, yet Zero had never seen anything quite like this. He was very tall, and thick white woolly fur covered several areas of his body, from his chest, around his neck, along his arms and legs, and parts of his tail. He stood feet away, berries and nuts clutched in his arms. Zero blinked several times. Did this creature bring him here? This was, he realised as his mind started working properly, that this must be one the creatures he had come here to study in the first place. They did exist, and here was one right in front of him! It must have been this icejin’s woolly coat he could feel as he slept. Was it keeping him warm? Confusion, excitement and fear collided in his mind, so he just stared numbly.

              The woolly icejin approached, and placed the haul of foraged foods down by Zero’s feet, before sitting next to him. It took a berry, ate it, then offered another to Zero. To eat. For you. Clearly, that was the message. Zero took a plump, juicy looking red berry, and nibbled it. It was sweet and delicious. How could fruit grow here? Never mind that, he thought, and sampled more of the food, carefully watching the icejin next to him. It didn’t seem hostile, rather it just sat watching him eat, smiling gently. Several minutes passed, yet still it didn’t speak. Clearing his throat, Zero decided to make the first move.

              ‘So er… You saved me from the blizzard I take it?’ But the icejin merely looked at him blankly. Zero tried again. ‘Thank you for saving my life, my name is Zero. I can’t thank you enough, honestly, I wouldn’t know how to repay you. I know you’ve done so much for me already, but do you think you could help me get home?’ He was met only with silence. Okay, this is awkward, he thought. He opened his mouth to speak again, but was stopped by the icejin, who merely pointed to his mouth, then to his ears. Ah, so this icejin was either deaf, or couldn’t understand what Zero was saying, which made sense for an isolated tribe of people; they probably had a whole language all to themselves. Speaking of which, Zero wondered whether this icejin was here alone, or if there were more of his kind somewhere. He couldn’t wait to write down his findings and make doodles of this wonderfully curious icejin.

              The icejin pushed more food toward Zero. Eat more. Zero ate, and looked around for his satchel. Miraculously, it had made its way safely here too, and was placed on top of his coat, folded neatly on a nearby rock. He went to it, pulled out his books and pencils, sat back down and started furiously sketching the woolly icejin and making notes, talking excitedly all the while. To the woolly icejin’s credit, he sat placidly, smiling as he watched Zero work.

              Zero had never been so excited. He could sit here for hours, studying this mysterious creature. He had so many questions, so much he wanted to know! They sat long into the night, Zero scribbling away, picking at the fruit now and then, until eventually, sleep called once more. They bedded down for the night, the woolly icejin curling his tail around Zero as they lay, holding him close, keeping him warm, Zero’s face burying in that sumptuous fur.

              As he lay there, Zero wondered. He supposed he would have to go home soon. He’d checked the time (miraculously, his watch still worked), and the next SpaceTrain would be arriving in the morning. He almost didn’t want to leave this place, with his new woolly friend. He still had so much he could learn. He knew he couldn’t stay however, and it filled him with a pang of sadness. Trying hard not to think about it, he closed his eyes and went to sleep.

             Morning came, despite Zero wishing it wouldn’t. Silently, he packed his bags, put on his coat, and together, he and Wooly (as Zero now called him), left the cave. It was glorious outside; the sun shone brightly, and the winds had completely died down. It was only now, as Zero looked around, that he could truly appreciate the sheer beauty of this place. He cursed himself for not bringing his camera; another oversight in his rush to set off on his journey.

              It seemed Wooly was used to seeing the SpaceTrain arrive every couple of days, as he led Zero deftly to the station, knowing exactly where to go. As they stood there waiting, Zero suddenly didn’t know what to say. He didn’t want to leave his new friend. The SpaceTrain arrived in the distance, and as it made its way to the station, Zero found himself wishing Wooly could just come with him…

              Why couldn’t he?

              Zero turned to Wooly, looked up at him and said, ‘You could come with me, you know?’ Wooly stared blankly so Zero pointed at Wooly, ‘You’, then to the train ‘come’, then to himself, ‘with me?’ Luckily Wooly seemed to understand, as he smiled sadly and shook his head. Zero expected that at least, but it still made him sad. They hugged each other and Zero boarded the train. Looking out the window, he saw Wooly waving at him from below as the train sped off. Zero suddenly was overcome with emotion, and choked back the tears that threatened to fall. He wondered if he would ever see Wooly again. Would it be better to leave this solitary icejin alone, he thought? He wouldn’t want more people coming to this place to gawp at him like a freak show or zoo animal, after all. Maybe at the end of it, he would keep his research to himself, maybe even destroy it. That might be the best thing to do. Besides, he would still have his memories of him, and nobody could take that from him.

              And he would see Wooly again one day, he promised himself. He would.

(abrupt ending cos I didn’t really know how to tie it up xD Sorry <3) Also, tagging @coldphoenix , love to hear your thoughts!

[jungtookthejams-blog]

BTS’ Reaction to: Waking Up Next to You For the First Time

Seokjin;

Upon fluttering his chocolate orbs open, he’d smile softly at the sight of you all curled up next to him, his arms around you. He’d let out a content sigh before resting his head atop yours, burying his face in your hair, taking all of you in. Waking up to you next to him is something he’d be sure he’d never get sick of for the rest of his life.

“Wah, my beautiful Jagi.. Oh, did I wake you? I’m sorry (Y/N), please go back to sleep.”

Yoongi;

This sleepy baby would be on cloud nine. We all know he hates waking up in general, but when he wakes up with you by his side, he lugs you over so you’re lying on top of him and just snuggles you. Sometimes he’ll even press kisses to your head or face. He becomes the softest baby and refuses to let you go for at least thirty minutes. And if you wake up during his little cuddle fest, which you usually do, he’ll either give you a special gummy smile or gently wish you back into slumber.

“Sorry for waking you, Jagi, but I just really love seeing you next to me when I wake up. We should sleep in the same bed more often.”

Namjoon;

He’d have this adoring smile on his face, his arms wrapping around you a bit tighter as he’d press a kiss to your head. Seeing your sleeping face next to him was enough to put him in a good, productive mood the rest of the day. If you wake up, he’d apologize quietly and kiss your forehead, willing you back to sleep, which you’d do without complaint. And when you do, he’d sigh contently, relaxing and probably back asleep as well.

“Sorry, (Y/N). Go back to sleep, Jagi, I wanna cuddle more.”

Hoseok;

Yeah, gif is kinda smutty.

My bad.

He would actually be the happiest human on Earth, getting so caught up in his pure joy that he’d roll you on top of him and start kissing your face endlessly. You, being woken up by said act, would giggle, saying his name softly, Hearing you awake, he’d pull his face only slightly to give you his toothpaste-commercial-worthy smile, apologizing, however still giddy. You’d chuckle again and give him a soft kiss on the lips, which would either end with a make out session or a cuddle session. Whatever floats your boat.

“Jagi!! I’m sorry for waking you, but you’re just so cute! Wahh, I love you!”

Jimin;

He’d actually forget you’re there. You know, that weird where-the-hell-am-I feeling when you first wake up. He’d be holding you, gripping you tighter and snuggling into with a groan. It wouldn’t be until you make an awkward choking sound his eyes would pop open and he’d loosen his grip, staring at you like a deer in headlights. Then, with no warning, he’d jump on top of you and cuddle you endlessly, both of you giggling happily, exchanging a few kisses now and then, snuggling with a giddy aura around you.

“(Y/N)! I’m so sorry for hugging you so tight! But you’re so cute, wahh!”

Taehyung;

Upon waking up, he wouldn’t even open his eyes. Just smirk.

Yes, dear reader. Be afraid.

He’d move his head to the crook of your head, his arms wrapping around you tighter, and press kisses to your neck. Sweet, innocent kisses, tickling you until you’d wake up, a giggling mess. Hearing your angelic giggle would make him smile, hum lowly, and bring his face back up to mold his lips with yours, playfully lugging you over to the other side of him, making you squeak in surprise and laugh. Chuckling, he’d snuggle you again and play with your hair until someone comes to get the two of you up.

“My adorable Jagi.. Good morning, (Y/N)~”

Jeongguk

You being there wouldn’t really affect him until he really woke up.

He’d just groan, cuddling you closer, until you wake up, deciding to wake him up yourself.

You’d press kisses to his shoulder and neck, soft, innocent kisses. He’d giggle like a child until cracking an eye open, looking at you as you’d beam up at him. Chuckling, he’d peck your lips, giving you a bunny smile. You’d then decide to mess with him, moving your head to the side and closing your eyes. He’d whine about how you woke him up and can’t go back to sleep while he’d awake.

You’d refuse.

That is, until he’d huff and slam his lips to yours, moving on top of you.

“You’re not going to wake up for me, (Y/N)? Fine, Jagi, I’ll wake you up another way.”

[fembot-y2k]

some writing under the cut. I've been feeling, bad, so I just wanted to try and make something to feel better. We'll see where this goes.

On the moon: Part 1

A silly choice

Her eyes like stars sparked in the distant cold around her. Back and forth they darted grasping at any details she could hold on to. She saw her breath float away from her lips and into the endlessness above. It was dark, yet she saw the white craggy ground beneath her. She felt no cold yet the air had the familiar bite of winter’s chill. What was this place? What was it in the distance glowing back at her as she stared. Hundreds of dots that made up the horizon stood in a motionless void. She raised a hand in front of her face, her skin standing out against the dark before her. Another breath trailed up and away before she finally turned to see the path that lay behind her. A trodden road of greyish white that cut a straight swathe through the nothing.

What was it she felt? An emptiness, a longing. Something wasn’t quite there. She felt as if she needed to walk. To feel alive through movement. One careful step onto the path convinced her of its safety. Then another, and another, the path led ever onward. Eventually more of the rocky landscape revealed itself from behind the curtain of black that hung over everything. An endless expanse of sweeping ash-coloured dunes and large circular depresses in the rock, going on forever in every direction except that of which was in front of her. On she walked, and alive she felt. Though her legs never tired she could feel them moving beneath her, and that was enough. The path betrayed its initial appearance, coming to a perplexing split. A rounded shape formed by two splits that both met on the other side of the rough ground in between. Why was the choice there? If each path led to the same road, why choose?

She sat a moment, looking at each choice before her. In subtle ways they differed from one another. The right’s path was more trodden. Smoothed over with time and countless other traversals, it looked like fine beach sand. The left, while not as well traveled, had an array of interesting stones and seemingly unique texture to its gravely demeanor. There she sat watching each of them carefully. After a while she sighed, sitting back on her hands, unwilling to partake in the obvious ploy before her.

“It’s a silly choice. I know what this is. One is easy and less fulfilling, one is hard but offers more experience. What sort of dream would be so predictable?”

Her voice broke the silence that had clung so tightly to her surroundings. Her words were rough hewn and fast chosen, so quick to discredit the simple ground before her. To her surprise, another voice, much softer in its melody, sounded from behind her.

“The same kind we all must dream, at some point or another.”

She stood, turning to see who had so quietly followed her, finding a flowing gown of stars draped around the most beautiful face. Hair of deep silver cascades like water around the woman’s delicate features, almost flowing in unseen wind.

“Who are you? Why did you not show yourself when I arrived to this place?”

The woman shook her head, softly smiling.

“Why indeed, I wasn’t here until a moment ago. You simply didn’t need me then.

She stared perplexed at the beautiful woman’s face. It was soft like a cloud, deep black like onyx stone, and her eyes were somewhat hidden by her billowing hair.

“You never answered me, who are you?”

“Just someone, someone here just like you. Neither of us knows why, do we?”

“No, no I don’t. You’re saying you don’t either? Are there others? Do you know where these paths lead? Or why it offers such a comically simple choice? And to what end?”

The softest of laughs escaped from the woman’s lips.

“So many questions, ones I do not have answers to, my apologies. Though, may I ask one?”

“I suppose.”

“What is your name?”

She thought for a moment before a horrifying thought dawned on her. She couldn’t remember her name. Nowhere within the annals of her mind was anything she could call herself. Her face twisted into a defeated knot. Unwilling to admit it though, she gave a stoic answer.

“It’s not important. I’m just a girl, just like you.”

“You think me just a girl?”

The woman’s voice was tinged with delighted amusement.

“Are you not? I can refer to you otherwise, if you’d like.”

“If you think me just a girl, then I am just a girl. Just like you. We have common ground now, don’t we?”

Words hung on the end of her tongue.

“I suppose we do, yes.”

“Then we can be friends? I’ve not seen anyone else in this place, it’s an awful thing to be alone. Don’t you think?”

“It is, but at least answer me one of these questions, a simpler one.”

“Very well. I will do my best.”

“What is your name?”

The woman paused, thinking for a brief moment. A gentle mischievousness creased her lips into a smile.

“Stella. Call me Stella.”

“Very well, Stella, help me choose a path so we can see what this place is.”

The two stood side by side, carefully eyeing each path and it’s differences. Stella pointed to the right, her hand floating gently up from her side.

“You said the right is easier but less fulfilling. Would it not be advantageous to take the easiest path?”

“That’s what everything with this choice wants you to think. I’m supposed to take the left path instead of the right because in the end I’ll learn something important or realize something about myself or something like that.”

“Then why not go left?”

“Because it’s a silly choice to make like this! If everyone could see it so plainly in front of them like this then why wouldn't anyone ever take the easy way? The whole point of the left path is it’s supposed to be a challenge! Something you’re not comfortable with!”

“How many left paths have you walked in your life?”

She stopped, her voice stopping suddenly as if a thin glass wall had caught it in its travel. How many had she walked? How many choices had she made that would make her wish life was easier. How many years had she spent pining for something better.

“I, I can’t say off the top of my head. But enough. My father told me I was stubborn. I wanted to do things my own way.”

“Your father, he didn’t care much though, did he?”

Her expression fell blank.

“No, he was just there to see me succeed or fail. Always waiting to tell me what I needed to fix and why I got it wrong.”

Her words were inexpressive. Familiar to the pain but far too tired of its effects to let it shine through her unwavering indifference.

“Which would he have told you to walk?”

Stella’s words were gentle. As gentle as her touch, as she let a hand brush her shoulder.

“Right. He would’ve told me I shouldn’t take the risk. Like when I left home.”

“Should I assume we’ll go left, then?”

Her words were inexpressive. Familiar to the pain but far too tired of its effects to let it shine through her unwavering indifference.de. The left bath was uneven, rocky underfoot with the sound of shifting gravel. In the short time it took them to walk the bend her mind rang with thoughts of her father. His voice echoed like distant canons. Not angry, but stern, demeaning. She heard his scolds, his insults, his rants. And finally, as they reached the meeting of the two paths, she heard her name.

“Melanie.”

She said aloud, stopping in her tracks.

“Pardon?”

Stella stopped in front of her.

“My name, it’s Melanie.”

Stella smiled warmly, gesturing ahead to the path before them. “Very well, Melanie, shall we continue on together?”

[reveriesforyou]

Your Girl

Hi babes! I know that it's been a long time since I posted a writing, and for that, I'm sorry! But, to make it up to you, here's a supa long oneshot that I really hope you enjoy! Anyways, this is about Tom and a very shy reader, who suffers from slight social anxiety. Tom keeps an eye on her because he knows how uncomfortable she gets in unfamiliar social settings with new people, and the pair begin to fall for each other! They go out to dinner with friends one night, and the reader ends up attracting some very unwanted attention and Tom gets very protective and then feelings happen and ??? I hope you like it!

Your Girl

Tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, and then promptly fixing it back to it’s place directly over her eyes, she fussed about with slightly quaking hands. Gnawing on the inside of her lip, she rocked up and down on the balls of her feet, various unsettling scenarios bouncing through the expanse of her mind. The outlines of all the possibilities at hand were making her head spin. She’d been worried about them since she awoke that morning with the intent of traveling down to her local bookstore, allowing her anxiety to conjure up every alarming response that had the slightest half a chance of occurring.

    In the pit of her stomach, fear had poked it’s piercing talons through her skin, dragging up and down and forcing her tummy into knots. All she intended to do was ask a question about a book’s location in the store, but the reaction of the employee she’d be asking was filling her with a sense of dread. The girl understood that it was very likely the storekeeper would even bat an eye, too uninterested into their work to really do anything other than offer their assistance, seeing as she was a paying customer, but she was oh-so very nervous that they’d scoff in her face or roll their eyes. She even wondered if they were allowed to flat-out dismiss her.

    Logically, she understood that all of the rudeness she had created in her mind on the bookkeeper’s behalf were very unlikely reactions. But, the fact that they existed and could happen were enough to keep her inside, curled up in bed, staring longingly her shelf of finished novels.

    Now, she stood by the guidance desk, busying herself with glancing over the classic book corner of the store after she had forced herself up and out of her front door. Each time she psyched herself up to finally speak to the woman manning the desk, her courage evaporated as soon as someone else sauntered up to the counter to ask their question. The girl was so locked in her feelings of utter hopeless that she barely noticed the boy who wandered over to the opposing side of the bookshelf.

    Scrunching up her nose and groaning, she rounded the corner of the shelf to once again glance over the books whose author’s last names began with the letters A-L. She was so focused on forcing herself to speak that she walked straight into the young man’s surprisingly solid chest.

    “Shit, fuck, I mean shoot-” with her cheek pressed against his chest, she could feel the british accent rumbling past his lips, “‘’M sorry that I ran into you, and I’m sorry for swearing. Are you alright, love?”

    She pried herself away from him and glanced up at him with strawberry-red flushed cheeks, and a bashful gaze, “yeah, no problem, totally on me, not you. Sorry I crashed into you, just wasn’t looking where I was going.” Her eyes flickered across the room, she didn’t want to appear psychotic for staring at him too long or anything like that. So far, she’d observed that the boy was very british, and very cute, which was making her stumble over her words more than she already was.

    The boy stared down at the girl in front of him, his brows puckered. She was lovely, and truth be told, he’d seen her circle the shelf about three or four times, and she was biting down on her lip so hard that he was beginning to fret that she’d draw blood. She seemed lost, or scared, either way, something was off with her, he could tell.

    “You’re sure?” He questioned, steadying her in place before him, “you look a bit frazzled.” The girl dropped her eyes to floor once more, her cheeks coloring growing darker than before, and he quickly opened his mouth to retract his previous statement, “no, no! I didn’t mean it like that! You’re still  disarmingly cute, it’s just that you seem a bit adrift. Do you need anything?”

    She opened and shut her mouth, cocked her head to the side and regarded him with the softest voice he’d ever heard, “Just trying to find a book is all, did you really n-,” she started before she cut herself off. She was working herself into a tizzy, first she nearly took a cute boy down, and then he’s complimenting her and asking if she needs anything. The girl was convinced that she could float up into the summer sky’s barely existent clouds and melt into the blue sky forever. Everything felt stupendously surreal.

    “Can I help you look or anything?” He offered, snapping her out of her daydream of evaporating into a mist and flitting around town as she pleased, “my name’s Tom.”

    Now, she was thoroughly convinced that the entire day was a massively wild reverie. Her mind pieced two and two together, and she became very aware that the boy who stood in front of her was no other than Tom Holland.

    “Wow,” she uttered, reaching out to tentatively poke him in the chest, “you’re you.”

    Tom shoved his hands into his pockets and giggled, a soft smile stretching across his cheeks. “Yes, that I am. And may I ask who you are?”

    She rolled her bottom lip into her mouth and stated her name. If it turned out that she was dreaming, she was prepared to accept it wholeheartedly. If Tom Holland decided that he wanted to speak to her, and furthermore assist her in finding her book, than so be it. She was not going to allow herself to muck it all up by saying no, especially when his brown eyes looked so sparkly and kind.

    “Now, what is it that we’re looking for?” Tom questioned, placing a hand on the small of her back to guide her away from the corner and up to the guest’s assistance desk.

    Ever since that afternoon, she and Tom were together, not romantically they claimed, but truly, all that was necessary for the pair’s connection to be deemed romantic was the pair’s confession to one another that they each desired more from their friendship. Tom paid extra attention to her, quickly figuring out that she was painfully shy and teetered away from social situations that frightened her. Tom had made it his mission to check up on her to make sure she was alright  and wasn’t being coerced into activities she didn’t wish to partake in.

    Tom had fell into the habit of ordering her food for her, asking questions for her at the store and keeping a watchful eye on anyone he felt could cause her harm. He was more than happy to help her, and it fueled his self-esteem when she would smile up at him and thank him for easing her anxiety. That was all Tom ever wanted to do.

    In return, she spent a fair amount of time looking after him in less obvious ways. When she felt as though he’d been eating too much takeout and deserved a nice home-cooked meal, she took it upon herself to prepare him one. She learned exactly how he liked his cups of tea, what kind of books he liked to nurture his mind with, and she even knitted Tom a beanie for when he would be away filming somewhere cold. Often times, the girl and Tom stayed up all night talking on the phone, or snuggled up together on the couch in her living room.

    “Darling,” Tom called out to her, “are you nearly ready?” He plopped down on the couch and began leafing through one of the novels that she had currently stacked on her coffee table. Tom hadn’t had as much time to read books, seeing as he was going through so many scripts, but he’d always found that her books enthralled him and would gently coax him back into the bookstore. The book he was currently turning over in his hands was a bright, proud, sunshine yellow. It’s title was printed across the page in red, block letters. “‘Sex and Rage?’” Tom smirked, already preparing to tease the girl he was waiting for.

    They’d been invited out to dinner with some of his castmates and a few other mutual friends, and the girl was presently rushing around her apartment in search of her favorite lipgloss and her purse.

    “I’m almost done, I promise!” Tom heard her muffled response, and then a second later he heard her utter a few choice curse words, prompting him to settle back against the couch because she was clearly not anywhere near being done. He kicked his legs up to balance on her coffee table and opened the novel by Eve Babitz and allowed her to take him all the way back to 1970s Los Angeles.

    After about fifteen more minutes, Tom looked up to find her stood in front of him, blushing profusely when she took note of the book in his hands. Raising his brows and grinning boyishly at her, Tom waved the novel her way. “Interesting choice of reading material, innit?”

    “I-,” she started, and then proceeded to open and shut her mouth, she chose to mumble, “shut up, Tom. It’s a classic.”

    “Yes, yes, love,” Tom said, “sex and rage are quite classic in LA.”  Tossing the book back into it’s proper place, Tom skimmed her frame up and down. “You look,” he almost lost his breath. She was clothed in a silky, sheer, polka-dotted dress, the ruffles dipping low and offering him ample view of the expanse of her chest. The dress’s hem was short and her legs looked just as silky soft as the fabric of her dress. Tom longed to press kisses all the way up from her ankles to above where her skirt ended. “Fucking amazing,” he finished, taking one her hands within his own to press a gentle kiss to the back of her hand. He had half a mind to propose they skipped the dinner all together. Tom didn’t want to share the vision of loveliness that she was with anyone else.

    She leaned forward and pressed a kiss to his cheek. “Thank you,” she broke away to look directly into his eyes, “you look like every teen’s dream.” She laughed as Tom let out a chuckle underneath his breath. “Are you ready to go?”

    Tom stepped closer to her, winding a hand around her waist, “been ready, love. It’s you that I’ve been waiting for.” Which Tom thought was true, to be fair. The only reason that he hadn’t showered her in love and adoration was because he wasn’t absolutely positive that she’d want him too.

Although, she’d allowed him to kiss the back of her hand, and she kissed him on the cheek, what would be so different about Tom leaning down and angling her chin up towards him so he could press his lips against her own? But still, Tom waited. He needed to know that she felt the same for him. Tom refused to allow his feelings for her taint their friendship. He’d done everything he could to try and get her to pick up on his emotions, but he’d observed that they went right over her head. Unluckily for him, everyone else had been made well aware of the love Tom had for her. He prayed up to the high heavens that they’d go easy on them tonight.

After locking up her apartment with his own set of keys, and driving to the restaurant, Tom rushed around the side of the car of yank her door open and help her out. “Careful, m’love,” Tom muttered, taking both her hand and her waist in his hands, “don’t want you to slip.”

“Tom, I’m wearing heels, I’m not injured.” She giggled.

It was Tom’s turn to turn the same shade of red the ripe strawberries she’d given him for breakfast were, “I know, just don’t want you to slip is all.”

Together, they walked into the restaurant, Tom heading over to the hostess’s station to inquire about the whereabouts of their table while she strayed a little behind, choosing to stare at a painting that was hung in the foyer.

“Intricate, isn’t it?” An American male’s voice stated from behind her. When she whipped around to face him, she found that the man in front of her was a bit too close for her liking. So close to her that she felt as though the overbearing cologne the man had covered himself in had sprouted arms and was choking it’s way into her system.

“Yes,” she said, smiling as politely as she could. She peered around the man, trying to spot Tom to no avail.

The girl understood that under no circumstances did she owe this man anything, even a conversation, but she'd grown quickly timid of the way in which he leered over her.

“Waiting for anyone?” The man asked, stepping closer to her and turning his head to the side. When he smiled at her, she didn’t like it. This man’s smile wasn’t warm the same way Tom’s was when he directed it at her, and she could already tell that it wasn’t going to be followed up by a laugh. She knew it was wrong to compare every man that she came into contact with to Tom, but she couldn’t help it. He was everything she wanted and more.

“Uh, yeah, actually. I’m waiting for my boyfriend,” she lied, pink spreading across her cheeks. “He’s just making sure our table is ready.”

The man didn’t seem put off at all when she claimed to be there with her boyfriend, in fact, the smile he wore on his lips curled into a smirk, almost as if to say, “challenge accepted.”

“There you are darling!” Tom called, his brows nearly joining together when he saw the man stood in front of his girl. As he made his way over to them, Tom could practically hear the sigh of relief escape her lungs. Curling a protective arm around her waist, Tom came to a halt behind her and leaned down to pepper her neck with kisses. “Who’s this?”

Before she could even think of a response, the man introduced himself, “Luc. Nice to meet your girl.”

Tom narrowed his eyes, “yeah, my girl is very nice.” He tucked her beneath his arm and began leading her towards the door, offering a hasty, “our table is ready,” the man’s way, not bothering to listen for a response.

“What an absolute wanker,” Tom said loudly, unable to stop himself from saying that he thought so before they walked out of Luc’s hearing range, “alright now, love?” He shook his head and glanced back towards where the man stood, “didn’t like how he was looking at you. What right does he think he has? Fuckhead.”

She merely pressed a kiss to Tom’s jaw, “s’alright now. Don’t worry about it. Thank you for pretending to be my boyfriend, I think he’ll go away now.”

“I’ll be your boyfriend anytime you want.” Tom said, guiding her into the room in which their friends occupied.

After greeting their table, smiling and laughing and talking, the pair barely made it through the appetizers without the man, Luc, quickly becoming an issue once more. They’d learned that he too was apart of a rather large dinner party, so their tables were right smack next to each other. When she spotted Luc coming her way, she shrunk so noticeably back into Tom’s chest that Harrison, who was sat across the table from her, took notice too.

Tom scoffed, “for fuck’s sake. He’ll leave you alone darling, and if not, he and I shall be exchanging words outside.” Tom smoothed her hair down and kissed her temple.

“Well, that’s new.” Harrison stated, eyes blown wide open. “Are you two finally together now?” He asked, his comment quickly peaking the interest of the entire table.

“See,” she heard Laura chime in next to her, “told you they’d be official by now.”  

Jacob broke into a grin, “yeah, man! Knew your balls would drop sometime soon!”

She leaned back against Tom’s chest and whispered as quietly as she could, “should we go along with it?” She blinked up at Tom, who’s arm dropped from being wrapped around the back of her chair to securing her further into his side.

“Whatever you-,” his voice trailed off, “you’re joking?” She turned her head and was met with a waiter handing her a drink and pointing Luc’s direction, claiming that he’d bought it for her, and that there was more to come.

Tom pushed his chair out and angled his body towards Luc, “she’s not here with you, mate!”

“Unlikely that she’s here with you either, considering the fact that none of you friends seem to be aware of your relationship.” Luc smirked, tipping his own drink up towards his lips.

“What a tosser,” Harrison proclaimed loudly, already prepared to jump in on his friend’s behalf.

Tom was pulled away from the escalating conversation by an earnest tug on his shirt. “Tom, don’t! It’s not worth it, just ignore it and maybe he’ll go away. He’s trying to start something with you.” She advised, attempting to guide his gaze back to her.

“Bullshit,” Tom mumbled, “like fuck you aren’t worth it! You’re my girl and I’m not going to let him treat you like this.” Anger was seeping into his words and fogging up his mind, so Tom didn’t notice that he’d just uttered a very unfriendly statement her way.

“Tom,” she tried again, “it’s all pretend! It’s fine, just focus on me.”

“No, love. I don’t think you understand,” Tom sighed, focusing his gaze on hers once more. “It’s more than just pretend to me. I want you to be my girl and I feel like I’ve made it all painfully obvious, and you haven’t picked up on it, or reciprocated, or maybe you flat out ignored it. Which is fine, everything about that is fine. It’s just that I care about you and I’m not going to let some fucking dirtbag make you feel uncomfortable.” Tom raked a hand roughly through his hair, “shit,” he mumbled, shutting his eyes, “m’sorry if that made you feel uncomfortable too.”

“Kiss me.” She ordered, ushering Tom closer to her. Taking in his puzzled expression, she added, “kiss me, Tom. For real, please. Kiss me and I’m your girl. For real, not for pretend.”

Tom could hear Luc talking, Harrison retorting and Laura hailing a waiter to ask if there was anything to be done about the seating arrangements, but none of it was clicking in his mind. “What are you saying?”

“Look at me, Tom Holland,” he heard her say sternly. “Don’t let male ego get in the way of this. Don’t look at him, look at me. I wasn’t sure if you were telling me you wanted me, I thought that you were just being nice and you’re too important to me to lose, so I never questioned your intentions. I’m sorry for making you think that I was ignoring you, but I’m not anymore. Please, please kiss me.”

Tom’s head was spinning all across the room. He felt like he was upside down, underwater, sideways and more, but when she finished speaking, his head clicked back into place.

“Please,” she asked softly, tipping her head up towards Tom, who then surged forward, softly stroking over her cheeks and taking the time to carefully align her head with his to create the most perfect of first kisses he would swear anyone in the world had ever had.

A collective gasp fell across the table, and even Luc grumbled a distant, “what the fuck ever, bro. She’s not that cute anyways.”

When the pair broke apart, the first thing Tom could gasp out was, “now you’re my girl,” before quickly swooping down to conjoin their lips once again.

[loey-letters]

An Evening In The Cabin

Pairing → Joshua (Seventeen) / Reader

Genre → Fluff

Word count →  1500 

Summary → The atmosphere feels a little cosy and cliche as the shower pours down outside the cabin and your boyfriend Joshua wishes to dance in the rain.

“Dance with me and the pretend the world doesn't exist.”

His soft voice brewed with the soft pitter-patter of the rain.

His angelic smile, caramel locks wet and features inviting.

That's all she needed to take a step further, to hold him close and dance along to the sound of the rain.

A love, a day that cannot be forgotten.

The sun descended down into the curvature of the mountain, shooting crimson, flushed rays with a peach shade blending along, outlines of gold reflecting. The thick clouds that floated holding the fusion of those beautiful colours with a hint of grey which didn't offer gloomy vibes. The tall, green trees danced together with the wind, a rustling sound very pleasing to ears. Insects and birds chirped. It felt like as the sun is bidding goodbye, nature is welcoming the shower to make the evening even more enchanting.

A day too good to be true, the sky making love with the trees, teasing them with the breeze and a few drops that shine bright like pearls on the pallet of the leaves.

Y/n's eyes have been studying the entire scene in front of her, too beautiful to take in. The silky material of the dress she wore tickling her skin as the wind ruffled past her, shooting down a tingle of chill at which her teeth chattered and her arms instantly hugged herself.

“You're cold, love?” The softest and pleasing voice of her boyfriend, Joshua chimed in between of her admiring session.

She smiles to herself, turning around to look at him as he stood with a blanket shielding him. A soft strand of his hair falling on his forehead, the smile she loves, ever present on his lips.

“Just a little but the cold is not a bother.” She turns around yet again to admire the scenery. “I see you've already bundled yourself up and getting all comfortable without me.” As she adds, she earns a soft laughter from her boyfriend.

She is suddenly taken by surprise as his arms wrap around her shoulders from behind, his front pressed closely against her back. Gentle inhales and exhales of his tickling her neck. He envelopes her gently with his arms and the feather-like material of the blanket.

Placing his chin on her shoulder, he whispers. “Better?”

She slightly tilts her head, gently bumping it with his. “You're such a sap, can't complain tho, this is the warmest I've ever felt.”

Joshua's laugh blends with the sound of nature. “If you want, I can stand up on the swing, sing and play my guitar for you.”

At his words, Y/n turns around and looks at him with a teasing expression. “Aren't you too soft for that, babe?” This earns her a tight hold around her waist, his hold pulling her even closer to him.

His face inching closer, he brushes the tip of his nose on hers. “You want me to prove you wrong?”

She shakes her head in denial and plants a soft peck on his supple lips.

“What? That's it? No way.” His tone comes out in a soft whine.

She looks at him wide-eyed, he closes the distance between them all of a sudden after his words and plants his lips on top of hers. His smooth, velvety lips start devouring her delicate ones. Her first move is to let her fingers creep into his gentle locks, tangling her fingers within. Tilting his head, he deepens the kiss, his lips kissing her with all the love he has for her, she kisses him back with all the love she has for him. The movement of their lips slow, passionate and careful. For him, kissing her is like a pure bliss. For her, kissing him is like being on cloud nine.

The sudden sound of pitter-patter makes them jump in opposite directions, few droplets being splashed on them as the clouds weep out their joy on the occasion of lovers being together. The earthen soil now drenched and wafting the most pleasant essence. The trees finally content as the rain washes over them, the green even brighter now.

A sudden gust of wind surrounds Y/n's body as Joshua drops the blanket, settling atop one knee and starts folding his jeans, pulling it upwards.

With a questioning gaze, she looks at him. “What are you doing, Joshua?” But her voice isn't heard as he runs into the rain and spreads his arms wide, closing his eyes and feeling the droplets of the spring.

She laughs at the sight, he looks just like an excited, little kid having the time of his life. “Jisoo! What are you doing? You'll catch a cold, come back here!"

He whips his head from side to side, ignoring his girlfriend's calls.

“Dance with me in the rain and pretend the world doesn't exist.” His one hand wipes the specks of droplets on his delicate lashes, other reaching to Amber, for her to take his hand.

The sight of him calling out for her, looking like a pure angel as the rain drenches him head to toe, droplets on his features that she wanted to wipe with numerous peck to shower along with the rain.

It's a yes.

Without thinking anymore, she jumps into the rain and intertwines her fingers with his. The rain washing her completely with the cold droplets that made her shiver and her teeth chatter. The rain falling on both of them like a shower of soft petals of flowers. Her bare feet sinking inside into the now softened land and his arm holding her by her waist as he pulls her closer to him and for a moment she forgets about the heavy droplets, chill down her spine and focuses on the love of her life smiling brightly as a sun in front of her.

“As cliché as this is, I don't mind it doing with you.” He spins and twirls her along with her.

Y/n’s heart bursts with happiness and joy, the way he spins her, his hands making sure to hold her carefully. Twirling her as her drenched dress splashes the water like a beautiful pattern of a fountain. Their feet that jumped on the water, splashing the water back on them as both of them laugh loudly together. His silly dance steps that she giggles at but ends up falling flat on her behind and then it's his turn to laugh at her clumsiness.

Everything around them dancing along. The trees swaying along, sprinkling pearls of water. Clouds rumbling and moving along, the beautiful silver lightning striking too. Amber's cheeks hurt, she smiled so much, she laughed so much and every time she laughed so genuinely, Joshua's heart swelled with love for her, a smile itself making its way on his lips without even realizing.

He lifts her up in a bridal style, a squeal followed by laughter falling from her lips as she locks her arms around his neck.

“Now, we better change and dry up or you're gonna keep me awake the entire night with your sneezing.” He says while climbing up on the front porch as the water trails behind with his every step.

Y/n's finger pokes him in the stomach, making him chortle. “We both know, it's you who's going to sneeze.”

He shrugs, throwing her a wink before placing her down and disappearing into the bathroom to get changed.

Like a little girl in love, Y/n squeals and giggles to herself before unzipping her bag and pulling out a towel and comfortable clothes to change in.

In a while, she's all dry and in warm, clean clothes. Her hair slightly wet, smelling like nature which she didn't want to get rid off as it reminded her of their moment again and again.

Joshua steps out of the bathroom, wearing a pyjama and a very cosy, cuddly sweater. He tosses his Grey jacket at Amber which she smiles at and catches in her hold. She loves wearing his clean, washed clothes, they always smell like him, sweet and inviting. Too big and comfortable on her.

“Cuddles and hot chocolate?” He asks, turning on the little stove to place a vessel with milk to boil.

“You brought hot chocolate?” She asks, lifting up her eyebrow.

Joshua chuckles, leaning against the small kitchen counter.

“You underestimate me, I even brought little marshmallows.”

A wide smile forms on Amber's lips. “See, this is why I love you.”

She makes her way towards him, wrapping her arms around him from behind like he had earlier.

The only thing to look forward to is sipping the hot chocolate and nestling into his arms while they both cuddle together.

Heaven is in his arms and he's her paradise and home.

[nefcrtari]

[ stroke] for your muse to gently stoke my muse’s face.

prompt.         status:   accepting. 

@ardenssolis

The Queen had been summoned for a long time now, she got used to the Chaldea and to people who were staying here. Their master seemed to be a kind one, no, wait, not just a kind one but their heart was longing for justice and peace. She was grateful for that, and she was happy that she could serve a right cause. She was reunited with her love, that was the best thing that could’ve happened. Why? That was her one and only wish from the very beginning. Gods let her see Ramesses once again. They blessed her with him once again; Nefertari to feel Ozymandias; warmth, to know his love…

Once again, they were together. Ozymandias was holding her hand tightly as if he was afraid that she will vanish once again. She knew that feeling all too well as she was squeezing his hand back slightly, telling him through her actions that she was here. They were walking around Chaldea, just the two of them. They were sharing their thoughts on the conflict that were surrounding them, talking about how it differs from their time, and they were talking about different Servants as well. Other kings, incarnations of Gods, warriors from a variety of countries. But she knew one thing: Ramesses was not exactly happy with her taking part in this fight. She could see his eyes cloud with slight doubt but returning to his usual state but his worry was… understandable to her. He was always like that, he cared for her and he couldn’t tell him not to. Ozymandias let her join battles but she felt with her heart that he just couldn’t let her go without seeing him before going to fight. 

And even now, their conversation turned to another mission despite their best attempt to avoid that topic. It was funny but Nefertari thought that they were so alike at that: they both were worried about each other but they knew that the other can fight good, which meant that there was nothing to worry about. At some point. And yet, Nefertari felt his love and warmth once again fill her heart and soul as his hand cupped her cheek, making her look up into his eyes. 

Ah, he looked at her with such love and affection. Nefertari could swear that she could float from that sight alone. The Sun was shining from the sky on him, making Ozymandias’ eyes shine brighter than ever. And she could understand everything just by looking at her King. His emotions, his worry, his love, his everything. 

Nefertari put her own hand on top of his and nuzzled into his palm, closing her eyes from satisfaction. Her lips curled into the softest and kindest of smiles and after a moment of enjoying this sweetest moment, Nefertari opened her eyes. The Queen looked at her king, her lips parted as she inhaled softly. 

Finally, she answered to his affection with her own words: 

                “You seem to be worried, my love. The topic of war was not often discussed between us alone, before, I understand. Every time I hear about a Singularity that we must visit soon, my heart drops from worry about you and other but I also know that you are capable of saving this world, Ramesses, but…”   Now, Nefertari had to point out that she was here as well. She was here to fight with him.   “You call me Hathor, but to protect you, I shall become Sekhmet. I shall embrace everything that comes our way, and I wish to be with you. This world gave me abilities to protect you with my own two hands. Worry not, my love… I shan’t leave you first like before. We will see everything together this time.”