#i think cause i think of babbling brook

[chrissturnsfav]

𝒸𝓁𝑒𝒶𝓃 𝓊𝓅 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝒶𝒸𝓉 | 𝘤𝘩𝘳𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘰𝘭𝘰

when you go to a party with the triplets and a few other friends, you decide to try to make toxic!chris jealous—but he fixes up your act real quick.

ᰔᩚ bf!chris, toxic!chris, use of alcohol, dom!chris, smut, unprotected p in v (wrap it b4 you tap it), hair-pulling, slight degrading, slight angst, use of pet names, use of y/n

ᰔᩚ w.c. 2,667

the mansion is booming with house music. sweaty bodies in the full house shift past each other and the stench of alcohol along with a hint of weed is hanging in the air.

you got to the party about a half hour ago and chris was already pissing you off. he wasn't paying attention to you at all, just giving in to the countless girls that were up his ass.

you knew he did it on purpose—he does this every time you guys go out together—but it still made your blood boil every time.

you are stood in the kitchen, a red solo cup filled with vodka and cranberry juice held up to your lips as you pretend to listen to your best friend—brooke—babble on about drama.

"y/n, are you even listening?" brooke groans after taking a long swig from her own cup.

you sigh, shaking your head, "i'm sorry brooke, i just fucking can't with chris."

brooke rolls her eyes, not wanting to hear about chris again since it was all you talked about. you were always telling her and the other girls about a new argument every single day. "what did he do now?" she asks blankly.

you point towards the living room—which was an open floor to the kitchen—giving you and brooke a perfect view of the people in there. your finger points at chris who is sat on the couch, some girl sat on his lap twirling her hair around her finger with a flirty smile to which chris returned.

brooke's lips part and she scoffs, shaking her head and taking another sip from her cup, "i can't believe you allow this kid to do this to you."

you sigh, nodding, "i know..." you let out. you knew this isn't the way a good boyfriend treats his girlfriend, but you just couldn't leave him.

"y'know, if i were you, i'd grab a random guy and start dancing with him or something," brooke says with a cheeky giggle.

you turn your head to brooke, looking at her as if she's crazy, "brooke, he'd murder me. i can't even look at another guy without him saying something..."

brooke laughs sarcastically, "fuck that, he does it to you, i'd do it right back. c'mon, let's find you a sexy man," she says, grabbing your arm tightly.

you squirm, unsure about her idea, "brooke, i really don't think—"

"bitch, let's go," she cuts you off, pulling you through the crowd of people in the kitchen to the foyer while you groan the whole way there.

brooke is gazing around the room looking for an option, when she sees nick. "nick!" she calls out.

nick turns his head from the group of people he's talking to. he flashes a smile when he sees you two, muttering a word to the people before walking over. "hey guys."

brooke smiles at him, "we need to find y/n someone to dance with to make chris jealous, have you seen any options?"

nick laughs loudly, "why, what is he doing?"

you explain the scene in the living room to nick and he rolls his eyes, groaning. "i always tell him he needs to start treating you good, but the player in him just won't fucking die."

you nod, rolling your eyes, "i don't think it ever will," you say, taking a swig of your drink.

"okay, anyways, any potential men for her, nick?" brooke cuts in.

nick nods and looks around the room, "i saw a really hot guy a few minutes ago, let me see where he is..." he says as he continues to look around.

nick gasps, pointing to a tall young man with black hair, a tattoo up his arm, dressed in a black t-shirt, black jeans, and lots of silver jewelry, "THERE!" he yells out loud, causing you and brooke to laugh loudly.

"nick! you can't just scream 'there' and then point at someone!" you pull nick's finger away as he uses his other hand to cover his mouth while laughing.

brooke—laughing as well—nods at the man, "he's perfect, y/n go do something, please. you need this."

you feel your heart beating faster and you sigh, taking a long swig of your drink, "i'm gonna need to take a few shots first..."

nick and brooke smile in unison, cheering, "oh, i'm so down," brooke says with excitement, nick agreeing.

you, brooke, and nick have taken about 3 shots together. by now, you're definitely feeling the alcohol and you truly want to go through with this plan.

you see chris in the living room again, but now he's in the crowd of people dancing. he's dancing with a different girl from before. she has her back against his chest—his arms rest on her hips and a red solo cup is in his hand as they sway to the beat. the girl has her arm reached around to play with chris' hair as he whispers god knows what in her ear.

seeing this is making you want to literally stomp over there and beat the girl's face in, but you remember the plan brooke thought up, not wanting to ruin it and ultimately choosing this is a much better idea.

nick and brooke stand a few feet away from the young man you had picked out from the crowd, watching you confidently strut towards him.

you run your fingers through your hair, lips parted. the young man—who is standing in a group of people in the living room—notices you walk past their group. when you both make eye contact as you pass him, you give him a flirty smirk before walking in a made up direction.

before you know it, you feel a tap on your shoulder and you smirk in victory. you turn around to see the gorgeous man you had chosen as your victim.

he stares down at you intently, a smirk plastered on his face as he takes a sip from his cup. "what's your name?"

you smirk back at him, "why?" you slur suggestively.

he chuckles, "fuck that, you wanna dance?" he asks confidently.

you purse your lips flirtatiously, not at all surprised by his cockiness and you nod with a mischievous glint in your eyes.

he licks his lips, nodding and taking your hand softly to lead you to the makeshift dance floor.

luckily, he picks a spot only a few feet away from where chris is dancing with the random whore.

you place your back against the man’s chest, his hands finding your waist as you lean your head to the side below his neck. you can feel his breath on your ear as you sway your hips against him to the beat.

it was only a matter of time before chris noticed, and you couldn't stop sneaking glances at him across the dance floor.

at your third glance, chris makes eye contact with you. you watch his jaw immediately clench and jealousy fills his eyes.

you smirk at him sassily from across the room, turning your body away and the man you're dancing with turns your bodies. you embrace the man, his hands resting lowly on your hips and you stare at chris with cocky eyes over his shoulder.

you watch chris roll his tongue on the inside of his cheek and a scary smirk plays on his lips. suddenly, his hands on the girl's hips fall. she looks confused, calling out to him, but chris ignores her and storms over to you and the man you're dancing with.

when you turn your head to see chris standing beside the both of you, fists clenched together and an insanely jealous expression, you can't help but chuckle a little. "can i help you?"

your voice catches the man by surprise, turning his head to see chris and he furrows his brows in confusion.

chris chuckles at your question, slightly scaring you. his eyes dart from the man to you, and you can't help but worry about what he's about to do.

chris scoffs, ultimately deciding to just possessively grab you by the arm and off the man's body—his eyes never leaving his. you shriek, caught off guard by his actions and spilling some of your drink on the white dress you wore, "chris, what the fuck?!" you groan, immediately patting down your dress with your hands.

chris glances at the mess on the material that hugged your body before looking at the man in front of him who seems very confused as he opens his mouth to speak, "what the hell, man?"

chris just chuckles in response, "touch her again and i'll kill ya," he slurs slightly, anger in his voice. the man just looks at chris dumbfounded and he doesn't even get the chance to respond because chris is now pulling you out of the living room by your arm down a hallway.

"chris! get the fuck off me!" you continuously shout, but chris ignores you and instead pulls you both into an empty bathroom, locking the door.

you stare down at your dress, wiping the stains with your hands but it doesn't seem to do anything.

chris leans against the sink, crossing his arms as he stares you up and down, licking his lips, "you think that shit's funny?"

you look up at him when he speaks, furrowing your brows in disbelief. "chris, i'm not doing this with you."

chris laughs, shaking his head and walking towards you until your back hits the door. he places his hands on the door on either side of your head, leaning his forehead centimeters away from your face. you feel your breath hitch in your throat as his minty breath breezes against your face.

"hm? think it's funny to fuck around like that and be a little whore?" he asks in a voice almost a whisper.

you swallow hard, but try to remain confident, "don't even chris, you love to have whores all over you and never talk to me when we go out, but when i even speak to another man it's a problem."

chris smirks manically, rolling his tongue across his bottom row of teeth, "i dunno where this whole acts comin' from, mama, but it's pissin' me off."

you roll your eyes and stare at him, "what are you gonna do about it?" you slur drunkenly.

chris' smirk only grows and his eyes dart from your lips to your eyes, "gonna fix it for ya," he says wickedly. you feel your heart go to your toes, already feeling yourself getting wet at his words.

chris wastes no time in smashing his lips against yours, his hands possessively moving to your hips, slamming you against the door and you moan softly in response. he takes this as an opportunity to slide his tongue inside your mouth dominantly.

you give in, kissing him back as his tongue soon wins the fight for dominance and he smirks against your lips before pulling away. he turns your body around, bending you over the sink and biting his lip as he stares at you in the mirror.

you stare at him with lust, your swollen lips parted and eyes full of desire to which he chuckles at, licking his lips, "this what you need, hm?" he asks, pulling your dress over your hips as his pants tighten at the sight of your round ass.

you swallow, nodding hesitantly in response. chris laughs wickedly as he unzips his jeans, pulling your thong to the side, "yeah? need your attitude fucked out of ya?"

you watch him in the mirror, blinking slowly in response and he slaps your ass when you don't respond, making you flinch.

he leans his body over yours, his mouth inches from your ear, "say it ma, need to hear ya say it."

you whimper quietly, sighing, "need...need your dick, chris," you slur.

chris nods, smirking in response, "good, cause if you wanna act like a fuckin' whore, i'm gonna treat you like one."

chris leans his body back, pulling his jeans and boxers down just enough to pull his swelled cock out. he wastes no time slamming into you hard, and you gasp loudly at this while he grunts deeply.

chris picks up a fast, hard pace within seconds. you pant, moaning and crying out loudly. your brows are knit together, mouth hanging open, and hands gripping the counter until your knuckles turn white at the overwhelming pleasure.

chris is grunting from behind you, the occasional chuckle leaving his mouth, "yeaaah, fuckin' take it you slut," he growls, slapping your ass as his other hand pulls your hips against him in a rhythm with his own.

your head falls against the counter as you moan loudly, but chris chuckles deeply, yanking your head up by your hair tightly, "nah, gotta watch yourself get fucked like the little slut you are, ma," he tuts. you whine in response, forcing your eyes to stay open as you watch yourself fall apart in the mirror.

you feel tears stinging your eyes as chris pounds impossibly harder into your aching heat as you cry out in overstimulation, "chris!"

chris laughs at you, only gripping your hips with his one hand tighter, "so pretty when you're cryin' f'me."

a tear streams down your face as you feel the familiar knot in your stomach forming and you yelp loudly, "i-i....i'm...g-gonna..."

chris bites his bottom lip and smirks evilly at you through the mirror, "uh-uh. you're gonna hold it f'me, think you can just dance on some random guy?" he chuckles dryly, "fuck atta here w'that shit."

you shriek in overstimulation, your mascara smudging beneath your eyes as your legs quiver, "i-i...chris! i can't!"

chris leans his over your body, slapping your ass as you feel him panting against your ear, "yeah? beg for it then."

you pant breathlessly, your vision blurry from the pleasure and tears, "p-please...please—fuck—chris....i need to cum!"

"tell me how sorry ya are, mama," chris says through grunts.

"i...’m sorry...’m sorry...please..." you beg desperately. chris chuckles at your pathetic tone, leaning away from your ear and snapping his hips harder, "fuckin' pussy so tight...all mine, right, ma? who's fuckin' pussy is this, hm?" he groans.

you whine loudly, feeling your whole body go sore as you give everything you can to not let go right now, "y-y....yours! i-it's all yours, chris! fuck, please...please i gotta cum!"

chris licks his lips through a mischievous smirk, nodding, "yeah, thas right...all mine."

you feel your orgasm uncontrollably about to burst and you cry loudly, "chris! please—shiiit—please!"

chris nods, pleased with your begging as he lets out deep, short breaths as his own orgasm approaches, "yeah, bein' so good, takin’ it so well...cum for me ma, cum all over this cock."

your body immediately lets go, your cum coating chris' dick and he moans in response to the sight of you. you moan loudly, legs uncontrollably shaking as your eyes pinch shut.

"mmm...fuuuck, ma...gonna cum...i'm cummin' for you..." he groans, his thrusts getting sloppier as he helps you come down from your high, watching you in the mirror.

"fuck," chris moans, pulling out and sprawling out his load on your ass. his eyes roll back at the pleasure, groaning.

he looks at you through the mirror and chuckles at your state. your hair is all messed up, lashes sticky, mascara run down your face.

after he cleans you up, he pulls your panties back on you properly and pulls your dress back down, snaking an arm around your waist to stand you up straight.

as you look at yourself in the mirror—still trying to catch your breath—chris pulls his boxers and jeans on while glancing at you, "fix y'self, jesus, look like you just got fucked stupid," he jokes and you roll your eyes, raking your fingers through your hair.

chris rests his hands on the counter, leaning forward while he looks at you in the mirror.

"cleaned up your act, real quick, didn't i? told you i would."

𝗮𝘂𝘁𝗵𝗼𝗿'𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗲: i actually really like this but it's a LITTLE graphic and rough but like i love rough LMAO. also this is not good but i low-key love toxic men...

thank you for reading!! <3

@chrissturnsfav ™

[impish-baby]

Ooo what about a group of fae caregivers who have been watching reader for a while and deem that this baby can’t go on longer without being taken care of, to then lead the reader out into the woods to never get them go.

Love your work btw :))

Fae!!! My favorite honestly, I hope this is alright! ^^

Come along now, run away from the humdrum. We'll go to a place that is safe from greed, anger, and boredom - Fae caregivers x reader - ☘️

The woods have always felt like a second home to you. Towering trees that stretch into the clouds, babbling brooks, it's all so much more tranquil than your busting town. Sometimes, it even feels like the forrest cares just as much about you as you care for it. It's silly, you know, but it makes you happy.

The rumors of fae are forever present, but they do nothing to deter your longing for the wild. Old wives' tales are all they are, whisperings meant to keep children from wandering too far from home and getting lost. Even if there's truth to the stories, it's none of your business. Really, you just need to be polite (something you should already do) and guard your name, it isn't that difficult.

Leaves crunch underfoot as you travel the familiar path into the woods, the changing of seasons obvious. You're a little sad to see the green go, but it is only nature's coarse. The autumn season gives way for lots of good harvest at least, basket in hand in hopes of bringing a few spoils home. As you travel deeper into the trees, the sun is eventually swallowed by the canapy, beams of light being the only thing allowed through.

A fox catches your eye for just a moment, the creature staring at you from the undergrowth. You can't resist the urge to wave politey, so you do so before it scampers back into the trees. No matter how many times you see one, they're still so beautiful.

Everything is really, that's why you've found yourself crouched in front of a patch of mushrooms reaching out of the forrest floor. They're pretty, a light brown with frilled gills..

"I hope you aren't going to pick them, those are poisonous, they don't make for very good eating.."

The sudden voice from behind you causes you to fall flat on your bottom, a melodious laugh following. "Oh dear, I didn't mean to startle you.." they offer you a hand up, giggling all the while. "Are you alright, darling?"

You manage a nod as you're helped back onto your feet, thanking the man quietly. He's tall, probably taller than anyone you've ever met, and jewelry covers his form as if his beauty didn't speak for itself. His rings catch the light as he raises your hand to his lips.

"You may call me Briar, might I have your name?"

He doesn't falter for second as you shake your head, asking him to call you a nickname instead. "Oh, I get to choose, do I?" Brair rubs his chin like he's deep in thought before springing forward and playfully tapping your nose. "Sprout then, you're just a little thing, it suits you.."

You aren't the happiest about it, but you're in no position to protest. Briar only smiles and steps away, no longer in your personal space, but waiting for you. "Are you out to pick berries perhaps? I know a great spot. I was about to fetch some myself, actually.."

He's expectant, tilting his head at you. "We'll have to go away from the path, but I promise, they'll be the best thing you've ever tasted.." You're reluctant to veer away from what you know, but Brair assures you he won't get you lost, and the promise of goodies is tempting..

You think his smile can rival the sun with how bright it is when you agree, Brair taking your hand in his as you begin to walk into the thicket. It feels right almost having your hand in his, it's strange, you've only just met but he seems familiar. Like you've always known him.

"My friends and I are having a little bit of a party, actually.." He hums, swinging your intertwined hands back and forth. Brair laughs again when you ask about it, giving your hand a gentle squeeze. "A welcome home party, I suppose. One for a beloved member of the family.."

It feels like it takes no time at all to come across the bushes he was referring to. The path, however, is long gone. You don't notice, attention captured by Briar guiding you to sit beside him. He was right, the berries are like nothing you've ever tasted before. They're the sweetest, nothing compares to the burst of joy they give you when you sample one.

By the end of picking, your fingers are stained pink as well as your mouth. Briar hadn't snacked on the fruit like you did, only smiling as you had your fill. "See? Good, right?" He hums, brushing your hair away from your face. "You know.. I'm sure we'll have much more yummy food at the party, I'd be delighted if you came. " Briar pays no mind to your instantaneous about not wanting to intrude and.. and if the rest of the food is as good as what you just ate..

"Perfect.." Briar is already leading you away, although you're unsure when you started walking again. "Ohh, I can't wait.."

You can hear music in the distance, the sounds of merriment beckoning you home.

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What Was I Made For?

3.1K / Frankenstein AU Tim Rockford x fem!reader

Summary: Left on his own, Tim learns a new way to live.

Warnings: None! Age gap cause Tim’s like hundreds of years old 🤷🏻‍♀️😂 Semi-sentient woodland creatures that meddle, I guess 🤭

A/N: Inspired by @almostfoxglove’s beautiful AU moodboard below - if you haven't already, check out that post and the tags, along with all her other AU moodboards! Thank you so much for sharing them with us 🥹🥰

Title by Billie Eilish / Dividers by @saradika-graphics as always 🥰

For a very long time, Tim did not go outside during the daytime.

Father said not to.

And even though Father has been gone for many years, Tim still heeded his words.  His being the only voice Tim had ever heard.

He still doesn’t know why Father left.  He’s even less sure of why he never returned.

Merge Mansion remains dark, even during the day.  Its halls empty, its candelabras unlit.  If anyone was to pass through the ivy choked iron gates and listen at its door, and no one ever did, they would hear only the skittering of mice and the occasional heavy footstep, so slow and deliberate it could be mistaken for the heartbeat of a slowly dying house.

Only ever at night, Tim goes out to the woods behind the now dusty and crumbling mansion.  Those same woods where Father would have him lift, throw, break - repeatedly.  And Father would write furiously in his notebooks.  Tim thinks maybe that’s what he was made for.

For more years than can be counted, enough so that he passes into legend, Tim continues to do what he knows.  He uproots trees and plants and heaves them over knolls and into streams.  He rolls boulders and smashes rocks.  He haunts the forest alone until the dawn threatens to pierce through the thick overhang of the old growth trees; hiding within the moss-covered stone walls of the only home he’s ever known until night brings cover once again.

Until one night after so many nights, he just… doesn’t.  Instead of his nightly exertion to prove something to the darkness, Tim just sits and bathes in the pureness of the moonlight.  He breathes in the earthy musk of the forest’s damp soil and the sweet scent of pine mixed with bark sap.  Instead of his own laboured breathing, Tim finally hears the babbling of the brooks, the hooting of the owls, and soft breeze whistling between the low berry bushes and the high tree tops.  Tim doesn’t know if he was made to be at peace, but he finds that he can do it all the same.

He teaches himself to read.  At first using words Father would say and the signs he would point to in the room Tim lived in: Lock.  Unlock.  Hot.  Cold.  On.  Off.  Danger.  Stop.

Then from books about nature that he finds in the library, remembering words that Father would use to describe their surroundings when in the woods that Tim now knows so well.

Tree.  Rock.  Hill.  Hole.

It takes a very, very long time.  But Tim has nothing but time.

He’s not even sure if he’s doing it right - he has no one to ask.  Not that he could even if there was.  He says the words in his head the way he thinks they sound, but with no voice, never out loud.  He wasn’t made for that.

It’s no matter.  Even if he isn’t sure he’s sounding them out properly, Tim thinks he’s assigned the words to the pictures in the books of animals and landscapes correctly.  There are other books, as well.  Ones with illustrations that are foreign to him and where the words denote meaning that he doesn’t think he will ever understand, but he learns them anyways:  Music.  Dance.  Laugh.  Feast.  Love.

In his woods, Tim no longer destroys: he clears, builds, tends.  Tim carves out paths that feel softer on the bottoms of his lumbering feet.  He removes dead branches from healthy trunks and uses them to sweep the forest floor.  He rolls away dead trees, some fell by age or disease, others by his own hand in the olden days when he thought that was what he was made for.

He still only does these things under the cover of night.  Father had said to be afraid of the village at the bottom of the looming hill upon which Merge Mansion perched.  He warned Tim that if he was discovered, the villagers would come and hurt them both.  Tim wishes that he had known the words or had the voice to tell Father that he would have protected him.  That perhaps it was the villagers who should have been afraid of him. Father’s notebooks say that he was built to be fierce. 

The bunnies in the woods do not seem to think so.  Nor the foxes, or the badgers, or the mice.  The deer do not find Tim to be fearsome, and the birds readily to flock to him.

He supposes it’s because he starts to help them build their nests; his long legs easily carry him to the farthest corners of the woods where the best nesting materials can be gathered.  He volunteers his big, pawlike hands to dig their burrows and holes.  His strength he uses to drag logs and branches to where whole furry families reside, breaking the thick wood into smaller pieces to help them expand and fortify their homes for their growing broods and the incoming weather.  He’s tall enough to lift baby birds back into their nests when they fall out before they’re ready to fly.  He forages and shares all his bounty, himself having no need for sustenance. 

Tim would not mind if this is what he was made for.

The years continue to pass.  The village at the bottom of the hill gets less busy, smaller, and is eventually gone.  Tim only knows because he witnesses the number of tiny square windows illuminated by bright candles during the night, dwindle until there is only darkness.

From the now dilapidated walls of Merge Mansion, Tim watches as what remains of the village rots and is reclaimed by the Earth.  It looks less frightening to him the way it stands now, wild and lush - much more like his beloved forest where he’s only ever known friendly creatures.

It’s the bunnies who convince him to come out in the daytime. 

It had been an especially abundant year for the rabbits, with baby bunnies almost overrunning the forest floor.  The mamas plead with Tim using their big brown eyes to help round up their little ones and keep them safe, making sure none of them strayed too far from the safety of the woods.

Little bunnies are hard to see in the dark.

The first time Tim steps outside during the day, he’s so blinded by the sky’s brightness that he thinks perhaps his eyes were not made for sunlight.  His forest is so green in the daytime.  A richness of browns with the occasional pop of red, blue, even lavender.  In the winters, the snow is so white during the day it appears almost clear.  Once the snow has melted, the streams splash with fish that jump during the day – something that never happens at night.  The sun’s beams warm Tim’s rough skin in a way the moon’s cold, comfortable ambiance never has.  The sounds of the forest are so much louder, cheerier in the day than they are at night – it strikes Tim as odd given it’s the same forest but he supposes he feels more alive during the day as well.

The deer are the ones that lead him out of the forest and to the front of the house.  The overgrown grass on the Merge Mansion hill begs to be grazed on, and with the village gone, Tim and the deer while away many days unseen and unbothered amongst the soft green blades – looking out to a splendid view of rolling plains and sprawling forests stretching all the way to the horizon.  He never strays far from the house - still heeding Father’s words of caution even though the dangers he warned against look to be long gone.

Tim doesn’t even know that another village has sprung up somewhere on the other side of a low mountain that he considers to be more than a fair distance away until you.  The first time he sees you, you’re but a little girl and you come with your own father to the cemetery that rests at the bottom of his hill, where it once bordered the old village.  The same cemetery from which Father gathered the parts that make up Tim as he is, if Father’s notebooks are to be believed.  The deer scamper away before you or your father see them, but Tim stays and hides, watches.

He hears your father tell you that these graves belong to your ancestors who once lived in the old village that’s now gone and that even though you live on the other side of the mountain, you should still pay your respects.  Tim listens to your cheery chatter and the hum of your father’s merry tunes as the two of you clean the gravestones, pull the weeds, plant fresh gardens.

You and your father come every week and Tim begins to look forward to it.  He watches you grow into a beautiful woman and your father into an old man.  He listens to the musical lilt of your voice and the gentle teasing of your father as the two of you care for and nurture the plot of land at the base of the Merge Mansion Hill so that it grows vibrant and fragrant with flowers that he’s only ever seen in Father’s books.  He hears your father tell you stories he heard as a child about the house that Tim lives in – the legend of a mad scientist and a terrible monster.  Tim doesn’t know why, but he feels relief when you laugh at these stories and call them ridiculous.

When your father stops coming with you, Tim watches over you in his stead.  You continue to do your duty in the cemetery joyfully and your sweetness is like an invitation.  The bunnies and the foxes and the mice and the deer all come down to join you.  You laugh and share your food with them and they enjoy your company as much as you do theirs.  Music.  Dance.  Laugh.  Feast.  He thinks he finally understands.  When his furry friends turn their soulful eyes up to the house, Tim knows they’re looking to him to come down but he shakes his head no.  He’s not made for this.

He doesn’t know that you see him anyways.

You’ve known he was there since the days you would come to this cemetery with your father as a little girl.  Most times as just a shadow on the Merge Mansion grounds, but once or twice you had seen Tim’s handsome, haunted face in one of the cracked windows.

You don’t know who he is or what he is, but some how you know that you have to pretend that you’re unaware of his presence.  As if for some laughable reason, he finds you to be frightening.

So, you try to make yourself to be as nonintimidating as possible.  You wear soft flowing fabrics that lie prettily over your equally soft skin in pleasing colours that compliment the hue of your hair and the brightness of your eyes.  You keep your voice gentle and the sound of your notes harmonious when you sing or hum your favourite songs of love and fantasy.  When your father tells you the old stories of the Merge Mansion Monster, you make sure to loudly decry this characterization.  Your unseen friend is not a monster, and you want to make sure that he knows you know that.

Your woodland friends who proclaim to know him best seem to say, give him time.  So you do, waiting patiently for a sign.  For what?  You don’t know.  Just a sign for more.

It comes one summer day, many, many years after your weekly trips to the cemetery became solo trips.  For two weeks, you’ve been in a state of mild panic, unable to find the delicate gold chain necklace that your father gave you - his last gift to you before he passed.  A part of you fears that it may have come unclasped and dropped onto the path some time during your weekly trip to the Merge Mansion cemetery; your heart clenches – if that was the case, your treasured necklace is surely lost.

Your surprise when you find your necklace waiting for you on top of a gravestone next to a small tied bundle of lavender is palpable.  Your eyes threaten to overflow with tears as you look up the hill to the house and mouth, thank you.

You don’t know that you had actually lost your necklace next to this very gravestone and that one of your bluebird friends had carried it up to Tim in its beak.  Tim spends two weeks practicing making the small bouquet of lavender – his large and clumsy hands unused to the precise and delicate movements required.  He refers to the instructions in the book he found so many times he can see the diagrams in his sleep.  But he keeps trying until he gets it right – wanting to offer you something more than just your returned necklace as a token of his appreciation for all the work you do.  Holding the delicate chain in his oversized hand, he can’t stop looking at it glittering in the moonlight and admiring its intricate craftsmanship.  It’s the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen.  Well, second.

The next week, Tim discovers a large and fragrant bouquet of the cemetery’s best and biggest blooms laid outside of his iron gates.

Three weeks later, on the same gravestone, you find those flowers dried and pressed, then laced together in a pretty flower crown.

You weave your own from new fresh flowers and leave it in place of the dried one you take home.  The following week, the crown you made is gone, and in its place, a large pile of fresh wild berries that must come from the forest behind the mansion.

The squirrels had objected, but Tim promised that the reduction of berries from their weekly hoard would be for a good cause.  You helped prove him right the following week when he returned from the hill with a jar of wild berry jam which he happily shared.

This continues for months.  Each week a small, thoughtful trinket exchanged - neither you or Tim having much to offer except your consideration and time.  The giddy anticipation and resulting awe a gift in itself.

The day you bring a blanket that took you six weeks to knit, you’re imbued with a bravery (the source of which is unknown even to you) that brings you all the way to Tim’s doorstep.  The heavy door opens when you push against it, but no one answers when you call out.

While Tim is in the woods assisting with the birth of a newborn deer, you’re wandering the dark, musty halls of Merge Mansion.  You find where you think Tim must sleep: in a room that looks like a lab - electrical wire equipment, gurneys, restraints and medical utensils long since pushed against the walls of the room and abandoned.

You read the notebooks left behind by the scientist and seethe on Tim’s behalf.  To call him a Creature!  To experiment on him and put him through trials of endurance and strength as if he was merely an instrument for violence!  You’re grateful that Tim’s creator must be long dead by now, else he might not be able to escape the vitriol you feel rising in your chest at the mistreatment Tim endured at his hand.

You leave the blanket and the mansion in a hurry.

When Tim comes back into the house, he knows immediately that you were there.  He smells you.  The sweet floral perfume from your garden and the sticky scent of fruit from your jams hangs in the air.  Nothing in this house or the forest smells quite so lovely.  You were here. 

With growing distress, he finds your thoughtful gift in the room where he sleeps and knows that you’ve read Father’s notebooks.  You know the truth of what he is now.  He’ll never see you again.

But you come back.

You leave him a letter and for three weeks, he reads it every day. 

It’s a letter that tells him about yourself and your family, and how you came to be his weekly visitor.  You tell him how you’ve always known he’s been there but you were afraid to scare him away so you never let on that you saw him.  You tell him that now that you’ve calmed down a bit, you’re not quite so angry at Father but you do think that he didn’t understand Tim’s true nature, or perhaps, you concede, he simply wasn’t gifted enough time to understand. 

You tell him what you think of his nature.  In your experience, men who are strong are rarely gentle and those who harness power are hardly ever giving.  But Tim is.  His hands, arms and muscles may be sewn together from much lesser men, but he, Tim, wields his strength to protect and look after others.  His heart may not be able to pull down trees or break rock, but it’s tender and pure – and where his true power lies.

You write that even though you’ve never met him face to face, you only ever feel safe and cared for knowing he’s around.  And you hope that even if he never forgives you for trespassing in his home and going through his personal belongings without his permission, he will take your words to heart.

Every week you come back to the doors of Merge Mansion bearing a small gift and a big apology, but Tim is nowhere to be found.  You’re starting to fear that you’ve crossed an unforgiveable boundary and ruined your indescribable but cherished connection, when the most wonderous sight awaits you as you near the top of the hill nearly a month after you left your letter.

Tim. 

Impossibly large and broad, a hulk of a man is sitting on the front steps waiting for you.  His face is hard, lined from time and worry, but his eyes are soft and vulnerable.  You see some trace of old scars along his forehead and neck, and down the worn skin that stretches over the corded muscles of his forearms.  His clothes are outdated and entirely the wrong size, but somehow it works on him.  He looks formidable.  Wild, yet tame.  Handsome.

You run to him, beaming.  Tim stands when you come to a stop in front of him, towering over you as he holds out a bouquet of wildflowers picked from the forest lands behind his home that he tends to so carefully.

When you reach out to accept, your small fingers brush his larger calloused ones, and the jolt of electricity that passes between the two of you feels like pure joy.  And although Tim can only offer a quiet grunt, unable to say the words that he wishes he could sing with his whole chest, you understand him perfectly.  Your incandescent smile and hopeful expression reassure him that you too, recognize the simple, unspoken truth: Tim was made for you.

🎶Obligatory Billie Eilish, What Was I Made For lyrics🎶:

'Cause I, 'cause I I don't know how to feel But I wanna try I don't know how to feel But someday I might Someday I might

Think I forgot how to be happy Something I'm not, but something I can be Something I wait for Something I'm made for Something I'm made for

[epicbuddieficrecs]

Weekly Recap | April 1st-7th 2024

MERRY WEEWOO EPISODE DAY!!! I had a fucking terrible stream so I feel like I missed like 90% of buddie's scenes.

No thoughts, head empty, so happy to FINALLY be done with this long ass recap 😆 my ao3 history is very much still fucked. Oh well. Also gonna have to make a separate post for the podfics cause the rec was getting too long, tumblr couldn't handle it 😂

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Complete

I can finally breathe by wikiangela/ @wikiangela (S7E4 Coda, BuckTommy | <1K | General); Buck's oh moment when Tommy kisses him.

and with each one, i'm a little more free series by honestlydarkprincess/ @honestlydarkprincess (Post-S7E4, Coming Out):

oh, bi the way (<1K | General): Buck comes out to Maddie. whenever you're ready (<1K | General): Buck comes out to Bobby. welcome to the club (<1K | General): Buck comes out to Hen.

rebirth by renecdote/ @renecdote (S7E4 Coda | <1K | General): “Bisexual,” he says aloud, just to hear himself say it, to taste the way it feels on his tongue not just as a word but as an identity. It feels like an exhalation, trembling at the edges but not just with fear, or excitement, but with relief. Buck knows what it is like to be reborn, but he has never had a kiss make him feel like this before.

whenever you're ready by honestlydarkprincess (Post S7E4 Spec, Coming Out | <1K | General): Buck comes out to Bobby.

I won't tell no lie by lamardeuse/ @lamardeuse (Post S7E4 Spec, Tommy POV | 1K | Teen): Tommy can't exactly say he's surprised when he opens his door on a Sunday morning to see Hen Wilson standing there. He just wishes he'd thought to put on a cup first because he has a feeling he's about to get kicked in the nuts.

An End Has a Start by eirabach/ @eirabach (S7E4 Coda, Tommy POV, Tommy&Lucy | 1K | Teen): Tommy is one minute late. Hell of a minute, though.

tell me that i'm all you want (even when i break your heart) by diazchristopher/ @captain-hen (S7E4 Coda | 1K | General): “What’s going on?” “You tell me,” Eddie says, gently. “Buck mentioned you were being a little…odd.” To his surprise, Chris scowls. “I bet he did,” Chris mumbles, scoffing, half-under his breath. Eddie stares at him, taken aback. “Chris? What does that—” “I want you to tell him to leave.” or; buck, christopher and eddie in the aftermath of 7x04.

Sleepy Call by Tizniz/ @tizniz (Pre-Buddie, Fluff | 1K | General): OR: Eddie takes an early morning call.

to loosen his grip by glorious_spoon/ @glorious-spoon (S7E4 Spec | 1K | Teen): Eddie's not stupid, and Buck's about as subtle as a brick to the face on a good day. Speculation for 7x04: Buck, Bothered and Bewildered.

babbling brook to nowhere by fallingthorns/ @fallingthorns (S7E5 Spec | 1K | Teen): Eddie has not stopped talking since they left the restaurant. He thinks that he kind of blacked out during the actual dinner, because he’s not really sure what actually was discussed or how they even ended up sitting next to Buck and Tommy. But as soon as they got back into the truck, it was like the dam breaking loose. “I mean, it’s so great,” Eddie says once they’re back in his bedroom, as he takes his shirt off in the closet. He’s not even paying attention as Marisol perches on the edge of his bed. “They’re two of my friends, it’s awesome.” He’s happy for Buck, because Buck deserves to be with someone who gets him and will love him like he deserves. He just . . . “Is Tommy too tall for him?” Eddie asks. “Like, they’re the same height.”

my heart is working overtime by lecornergirl/ @clusterbuck (S7E4 Coda | 1K | Teen): He reaches for his phone again, then freezes halfway through his contacts when he realises he can’t call anyone to talk through this. Maddie would kill him for telling her something like this over the phone. For—coming out, he supposes, trying the words on for size. That’s something he does now. As— He hadn’t really stopped to consider it until now. Bisexual, he thinks, experimental, and it settles somewhere deep inside of him, like there’s been a space waiting for it all along.

“Pops, I’m bisexual.” “Hi bisexual, I’m Pops.” by Maximoff_Wanda (Post-S7E4, Coming Out | 1,4K | Not Rated): Or: Buck comes out to Bobby.

every little thing the sun shows, well it’s worth it by wafflesofdoom/ @capseycartwright (Post S7E4 | 1,6K | Not Rated): after his kiss with Tommy, Buck goes to Hen.

pythagoras made some points by crimsonclad (S7E4, BuckTommy | 1,6K | Not Rated): Look for the helpers! Sometimes they are all trying very hard to help each other be gay in the correct configurations and doing their best, mostly. Tommy takes Eddie to Urgent Care, takes him home, and carries a message elsewhere in the city of Los Angeles.

Buck's Boyfriends by Tizniz (Buck/Tommy/Eddie | 1,7K | Teen): He’s too drunk to figure out the logistics right now. “I think I’ve been dating both of you.” OR: The one where Buck realizes he's dating Tommy and Eddie.

smile at me like you smile at him by honestlydarkprincess/ @honestlydarkprincess (S7E4 Spec, Getting Together | 1,8K | Teen): Buck hadn’t planned on doing anything to show his displeasure at the sudden friendship between Eddie and Tommy, despite the fact that it sent hot, furious jealousy coursing through his veins. Really, he hadn’t. It’s just…well, he was just going for the ball during their basketball game…unfortunately Eddie happened to get pushed out of the way in order for Buck to get said ball.

only need the light when it's burning low by fallingthorns (Post-S7E4 | 2K | Teen): Buck blinks and realizes that he could love Tommy, if he didn't already love Eddie.

you've ruined my life (by not being mine) by ummrys (S7E4 Spec | 2K | Teen): Or, Buck gets a little (a lot) jealous of Eddie's blossoming friendship with Tommy Kinard, and makes some bad decisions about it.

detours by oklahoma/ @sunshinediaz (Post-S7E4, 2K | Teen): “Take a detour,” he says, instead. “There’s construction on Sunset.” “Maybe one of these days there won’t be,” Buck says, smiles, and takes his leave. - Eddie and Buck have a talk. They somehow say everything and nothing at all.

Every Night I Come to You by giselleslash/ @gigi-gigi (S5, Love Confessions | 2K | General): Eddie has another sleepless night, but Buck is there. He'll always be there.

Family Feud: First Responders by Princessfbi/ @princessfbi (Secret Relationship | 3K | General): The FireFam go on Family Feud.

Right In Front of Me by Princessfbi (S7E5 Spec, BuckTommy | 3K | General): Tommy’s brows knitted together as his mouth turned down with worry. “Evan,” he said and Buck wanted to hear him call his name so many more times. “What happened? Did someone choke you?” “That’s what I was trying to tell you,” Buck said, clearing his throat again when his voice gave an embarrassing squeak.

inescapable (i’m not even gonna try) by buddiebuddie/ @buddie-buddie (BuckTommy, PWP, Post-S7E4 | 3K | Explicit): From that first press of Tommy’s lips against his— the moment when the pieces slid into place and something bloomed in Buck’s chest and hummed in his veins— he felt good, and grounded, and settled in a way he never had before. It’s been a few weeks, and the newness has worn off but the excitement hasn’t. The hunger hasn’t.

I would be lying if I said I'm not dying to worship you by Daughter_of_Scotland (Post-S7E4 | 3K | Explicit): Buck and Tommy have their first date. This is how it ends. (It ends really, REALLY well)

somethin' tells me you know why i lie by lecornergirl/ @clusterbuck (Madney Wedding Spec, BuckTommy | 3K | Teen): OR: buck brings tommy to the madney wedding. eddie is absolutely, definitively not jealous.

Never Saw It Coming...Or Did He? by Tizniz (PWP, Daddy/Mommy Kink | 3K | Explicit): Unable to deny his boyfriend anything, Eddie does. And his jaw promptly falls to the floor. Because Buck is standing there with that goddamn basketball under his shirt again. The clothing is stretched tightly over the round of what Eddie’s mind pretends is Buck’s belly. Pregnant belly. OR: The one where Eddie is 'Daddy' and Buck is 'Mommy'

sunbeam that hits at three to noon by fleetinghearts/ @shitouttabuck (Madney Wedding, Getting Together | 3K | Teen): or, having multiple wedding reservations under the same name was an accident waiting to happen and buck’s just trying not to jumpscare his best friend with the rather intense bridal suite decor in their very platonically shared hotel room

as lucky as us by hammersmiths/ @bucktommys (S7E4, Ravi POV | 3K | General): One of the first things Ravi learned when joining the 118 was to, under no circumstances, think too hard about Buck and Eddie’s relationship. But brother, they could try make his job easier.

soothe the ache in me by honestlydarkprincess/ @honestlydarkprincess (S7E4 Spec | 3K | Teen): Or, the one where Buck gets a headache while trying to take care of Eddie and Chris after Eddie's injury.

i'm a fine baby mama (but you knew that though) by colonoscopys (S7E4 | 4K | Teen): Look—Buck’s not jealous, per say. He’s just a little confused as to how you can spend the past five years being best friends with someone, and then find someone new to replace him in the span of a couple of playdates.

You’re too Sweet For Me by Garden_Haunter (Buck Coming Out, Post S7E4 | 4K | Teen): Tommy kisses Buck, and it tastes like freedom. (Or: Buck comes out to different members of his family.)

Nightcap by Inell (S7E5 Spec, PWP | 4K | Explicit): After their first date goes a bit astray, Buck invites Tommy to his loft for a nightcap. 

some things fall when they're meant to fall by sibylsleaves/ @sibylsleaves (S7E5 Spec | 4K | Teen): or, Buck tells Eddie some news. Eddie has a realization and breaks up with his girlfriend. Not necessarily in that order.

before you painted all my nights by heartbeatdiaz/ @loserdiaz (Canon Divergent, Getting Together | 5K | Explicit): In hindsight, maybe jerking off to a LAFD Calendar when Eddie was well on his way to become a firefighter himself… might not have been the best idea. He never really thought about the possibility of actually crossing paths with the person that's been starring every wildest dream and filthy fantasy of his.

’til storm breaks loose by markofalover/ @markofalover (S7E4 Spec | 6K | Explicit): He squeezes Buck’s bare, sun warmed skin before he drops the contact, and strolls over to where Chim and Tommy are waiting. If he stands a little too close to his teammate, well. He’ll never admit it. Buck comes back into his line of vision, already back to looking like he’s a second away from stomping off the court. Eddie’s giddy with it. …or, how an elbow to the face changes everything.

the art of making love. by dylaesthetics (Rommates, Getting Together | 6K | Teen): OR Buck’s loft gets flooded, making him temporarily move in with Eddie, who’s out and about dating guys now, apparently, and Buck tries to figure out why the hell the thought makes him sick.

no more mistakes, no more empty starts. by dylaesthetics (S7E5 Spec, Feelings Realization | 7K | Teen): Throughout his life, Buck has felt that something’s been missing. Some integral part of who he is, outside firefighting, outside the family he has built for himself, outside the trauma that keeps on piling up and overburdening his shelves. He doesn’t expect to find it in the dimness of his loft’s kitchen one Tuesday evening, the taste of a man still on his lips and his cologne lingering in the air, sweet and honest and real.

ain't no lie (bi bi bi) by 42hrb/ @exhuastedpigeon (S7E4 Spec, Eddie/Tommy | 8K | Explicit): Eddie fools around with Tommy, Buck is jealous, Tommy's just trying to have a good time

skin/heat/hair in your mouth by fleetinghearts (Getting Together | 8K | Explicit): or, eddie’s bad at camping, buck’s trying to make sure he doesn’t get hypothermia, and naked huddling for warmth is only like the third gayest thing happening in the great outdoors

now our love lives in the radio by heartbeatdiaz / @loserdiaz (University AU | 9K | Explicit): buck is the host of a college radio show and eddie has a big fat crush on him, what else can i say? featuring cinderella references and a bunch of himbos from buck's football team. 

teach me how to dance with you by goodboybuck (prettyboybuckley)/ @prettyboybuckley (BuckTommy, PWP | 9K | Explicit): OR: Buck explores the wonders of gay sex (slowly, with a really patient, sweet Tommy guiding the way and while having a lot of fun)

the mouth is the thing that craves by Underhung_Aura (Established Buddie, PWP | 11K | Explicit): eddie loves buck and he really love buck's cock

when i think about you (i touch myself) by glorious_spoon/ @glorious-spoon (PWP, Getting Together | 12K | Explicit): Or: the one where Eddie stumbles across Buck's old amateur porn, prompting a series of belated realizations on both their parts.

honey, when you call my name by HungryHungryHippo/ @hippolotamus (Post S5E11 | 12K |Explicit): Eddie witnesses the Buck/Lucy kiss, has himself a little panic, and decides to do something about it when Buck does his Buck thing and won't stop pushing Eddie's buttons 

🔥 of men and of angels by extasiswings/ @extasiswings (Eddie Sexuality Crisis, Getting Together | 13K | Teen): Eddie Diaz learns a lot as a kid. Boys aren’t soft. Boys don’t cry. Boys don’t kiss boys. As he gets older, he realizes that everything has exceptions. Boys can be soft sometimes. Boys can cry sometimes. And some boys kiss other boys. But Eddie likes kissing girls. And since he likes kissing girls, that’s the end of the story. Isn’t it?

🔥 what humans do by brewrosemilk/ @gayhoediaz (Getting Together, PWP | 18K | Explicit): "…and the thought that she had just escaped death by such a narrow margin made me realize the intensity of my feelings toward her.” Eddie swallows. “‘What’s the matter?’ I couldn’t tell her, so I kissed her instead,” Buck goes on, and since Eddie’s eyes are focused on the page, they drift ahead a little bit, and the next few lines have him swallowing once again, taking his hand back to brace himself against the mattress as he slowly starts to push himself up to sit. “Kissing is what humans do when words have reached a place they can’t escape from. It is a switch to another language. The kiss was an act of defiance, maybe of war. You can’t touch us, is what the kiss said. ‘I love you,’ I told her, and as I smelled her skin, I knew I had never wanted anyone or anything more than I wanted her…” Buck trails off when Eddie reaches for the book, gently luring it out of his grasp. 

WIP

🔥 Any Other Way by Daisies_and_Briars/ @cal-daisies-and-briars (Canon Divergent, S2 | 6/18 | 37K | Mature): In a switcheroo alternate universe, Buck spends young adulthood in the military, while Eddie, who has no idea Christopher exists, spends his twenties messing around, finally enjoying freedom away from his family’s expectations. When they both end up in Los Angeles, at the 118, some things are different, and others will be the same in any universe.

Both Bermuda and Golden (Lost but Doing Just Fine) by letmetellyouaboutmyfeels/ @letmetellyouaboutmyfeels (PWP, Threesome, BuckTommyEddie | 4/6 | 20K | Explicit): In which everyone has two hands and two holes and is keeping their options fluid. (Or: a collection of threesome fics.)

Fifteen First Kisses by tinygiantsam/ @watchyourbuck (Getting Together | 2/15 | 3K | Mature): Why would you have only one first kiss when you could have fifteen This is a collection of 15 different first kisses between Buck and Eddie.

[wayfayrr]

I see your human!reader and raise you: the Chain struggling to find food they can actually eat, reader feeling terrible and maybe a bit like a burden because of it, and getting into a dangerous situation in order to make it up to them

Source: the Owl House :)

I'm so sorry that this took so long to answer!! I've been quite busy recently but while I haven't watched the owl house I hope this does what you wanted justice, it got out of hand the more I wrote!!! I've heard it's great I just don't really watch shows :( Fair warning this got way more angsty then I planned for it too, with reader being pretty flippant about their own safety than they really should be, there's a brief not very detailed description of gore too. (it's also fairly wars centric towards the end)

[masterlist]

“[Name]! So wind and I’ve just been to the village right? I think I’ve finally found something I can cook that you should be able to eat! It was quite expensive but I’m sure it’ll be worth it for you!” 

“We looked around for ages, so if you can’t eat this then there might not be anything in Hyrule that you can eat!”

Wind means well with what he’s saying; I know that Wild does too, they don’t mean to make me feel bad - I think they don’t anyway. Not like they really need to try with how much of a burden to them I am. Buying expensive supplies just for me? When they’re already struggling to afford their own basic supplies, now I’m just adding unnecessary costs for them. Don’t get me started with the looks of pity they give me either. 

“Thank you both but, please don’t go spending so much on me.”

“But we have to find something you can eat, you’ll just be a… It’s not good for you to starve!”

That - that’s the closest any of them have gotten to saying it outright, they really do just see me as a burden - they aren’t even trying to hide it now. No wonder I’ve always been kept to the side in any fights, Hyrule can’t heal me so I’d just be deadweight if I got hurt, I can’t fight like they can really all I’m good for is as a meat shield to defend them from magic. “Hey [name], are you alright? You zoned out a bit there…”

“Oh, yeah I just - I think I just need to have some time alone if that’s alright? I’ll make sure to stay in distance of the camp.”

“As long as you’re careful and not there too long, I’m sure it’s fine. I’ll tell the others for you.”

I hope he doesn’t.

He seemed content with how I nodded at him, so I should be in the clear to go and just vanish for a while even if it’s just to pretend I’m not causing them issues for a little while.

It doesn’t feel like it takes me long to get to a nice place to sit, so it should still be pretty close to camp - not that they should be worried for me. Somewhere nice and open to sit next to a gentle babbling brook, it’s calm and I’m alone, everything I need at the moment.

Shit - how did I not see a sleeping lynel!? No no, not now I don’t even have a weapon! … What if I did kill it though - their parts can be sold for a fortune… I could pay my way and prove I’m not just useless. Even if I don’t - well they won’t have to worry about me in that case.

It hasn’t seemed to notice me yet, maybe there’s a chance I can come back from it. If I just stay low and as silent as I can then I should be able to jump it. 

Stay quiet, take its weapon. Wow, that’s a lot lighter than Wild makes it out to be. Now to just - Just go for its neck! I - I actually managed to slit its throat!

IT’S STILL ALIVE!?

Okay. OKAY! Its movements are sluggish and it seems to be bleeding out so just get away from it - 

Why - why can’t I feel my arm properly? Why is my shoulder so wet all of a -! The pain hit harder than a truck every nerve on my left side feels like it’s being set ablaze, there wasn’t a single hope of keeping in the scream I just let out, one I didn’t even realise had ripped its way from my throat. Tilting my head down to see the cause; suddenly my body feeling nothing but raw visceral pain suddenly makes a lot more sense than before. The stupid thing cut half through my shoulder with my arm now hanging limply by my side. 

“[NAME]! WHAT ARE YOU DOING - YOU’VE BEEN MISSING FOR HOURS - WHAT Did you - [name]!?”

Wars is here..? Didn’t Wild say I was going off for a bit? Why would he be looking for me? I can’t be worth so much that he’d go off on his own to look for me.

“Oh goddesses [name] what - no, no, no stay awake, you’ve got to stay with me darling.”

“‘m awake… ‘m - still ‘ere…”

Is that really what I sound like right now…  I sound so slurred… like - like how people on tv sounded when they were. Oh.

I’m bleeding out and delirious then, no wonder Wars is ‘here’, he’s just my brain giving me one last happy memory before I kick the bucket. Isn’t that wonderful, to spend my last moments hallucinating my unreciprocated crush caring for me. Closing my eyes feels all too easy, even when I’m about to drift off it still feels as if he’s holding me, maybe this won’t be too bad?

“[Name] don’t you DARE close your eyes, you - I’m not losing anyone else I care about - I can't lose you… I haven't even-”

A harsh slap to the face after a shaky breath - one that feels all too real - has me reconsidering things, the feeling of something tears dropping onto my face is the thing that finally has me opening my eyes despite how hard it is to do so. 

“I - I have some bandages, a potio- no that’s not going to help you I’ve got bandages I just need you to talk to me while I use them, so I know you aren’t close to passing out. You’re going to make it out of this - I need you to make it out of this.”

The agony of him adjusting my arm to bind it, well it’s proof that I am still very much alive. If he really wants me to talk… well then I might as well try to get some answers out of him.

“Why - why ‘re you - wh’ ‘d you come lookin’ fr me?”

“You - vanished for hours without a word, did you really think none of us would get worried? Even if none of the others would, I will always come for you.”

“Hm’ wild said he w’s gonna tell the rs’ o’ you… b’sides ‘m just a burden ‘nt I? Wil’ pretty muh said i’.”

“...Wild. but why would he risk - he wouldn’t put you in the… Don’t worry about what wild says he’s lying, you’re not a burden, even if you were. You’re one I would choose to carry every day for the rest of my life without a single regret. Don’t let what he says get to you, darling.”

Murderous, that’s the best way I could hope to describe the look on his face, it’s like he wants wild dead. His bandages seem to have stopped the bleeding though, so while I still feel lightheaded I should live as long as the wound doesn’t get infected. 

“Wai’ why’r you callin’ me darlin’? ‘M not - you’r…”

A little smirk crossed his face then barely lasting long enough for me to just notice it before it was replaced by concern, did I forget something, I mean it’s not impossible that I also hit my head right? Right?

“But you’re my partner, honeybee, we’ve been together for a few days now - you - you can’t have forgotten that right? If that’s the only price for you surviving, I mean we can always just make better memories. You - You’re still alive and that’s the most important thing.”

Well that’s not impossible, I know I’ve had feelings for him for a while so if he did ask I would’ve said yes…

“We can remake the memories later after you recover. You know I’m so glad that human blood flows slower than ours, those precious few extra seconds are literally lifesaving.”

He’s just babbling to himself now, must’ve been stressed over me; now that I’m safer it’s all just draining out of him. The way he’s clinging to me and shaking shows that fairly well too, like he doesn’t plan to let me out of his arms for a long while. 

“Please never do this ever again, I don’t even know what you were planning but you could’ve died [name], you could’ve died and I wouldn’t have had a chance to say goodbye. Please you have to explain why when you’re better. Please promise me you’ll tell me why.”

“I will Wars, I swear.”

“...That’s all I needed to hear, thank you darling.”

[narcissisticmf]

tender | chris sturniolo x fem!reader

request: ""i love you." "what?" "i love you and it terrifies me." with chris s? tyyy!!" from anonymous

description: after having a conversation with y/n, chris reveals his feelings.

trigger warnings: mentions of anxiety, subtle angst, mostly fluff, foul language, etc.

word count: <1k

"Did you seriously have to say that in front of all those people?" You laughed as you and Chris both slipped through the exit doorway of a convenience store. The air was brisk and caused the skin on your face to tighten. As you released breaths, it appeared like smoke in the cool atmosphere.

"Hey, it wasn't on purpose!" Chris giggled as the two of you held the paper bags of snacks you had gotten for the triplets, since they'd be filming one of their car videos later that night. "My voice just carries!" He continued laughing.

"Yeah, whatever," You rolled your eyes as soft chuckles began to escape your mouth.

"Before we head back home, do you wanna head to the lake for a little while? I know you haven't seen much around here, so.." Chris trailed off as you began to smile.

"Sure," You nodded as the two of you walked along the paved sidewalk. The store wasn't far from their house in Boston, so you decided on walking and Chris reassured you that the lake wasn't far.

.

Along the side of a back road, sat a babbling brook that ran through the trees. It was a gentle scene with doves mourning in song and bees buzzing in the air. It looked as though it was a scene written out of a book or from a movie. You smiled at the way the water danced across the rocks poking out from under the shallow parts.

"I wouldn't have expected such a beautiful place around here," You admitted.

"Me either," Chris pressed his lips together as he admired the way you observed everything.

"It's so green," You released in a breath.

There was a rusty old bench that sat right before the water and you ushered Chris to follow you towards it. He obliged and took a seat with you on it, after you did. It was small so you were fairly close to one another.

"It smells like spring, like.. you know when the grass is freshly cut and stuff," Your pupils dilated as you watched the water. It settled your mind and for a mere second you had forgotten about all your anxieties and all the tasks you knew you needed to get done.

Chris sniffed as he had his eyes on your profile, it took you a bit of time to take note of his staring.

"Why are you staring at me like that?" You furrowed your brow.

He laughed nervous, "Nothing."

"How'd you find this place?" You asked, curiously.

"Nick likes to come here a lot," He replied. You nodded with a soft smile and turned your head back to watch the water.

There was stillness for a while. The only sound came from the gurgling water.

"Y/N," Chris started and you turned your head to face him.

"Yeah?" You asked, your gaze was relaxed.

"I think I.." He trailed off, trying to figure out how to piece his words together with great care.

"You what?" You urged.

He swallowed a lump that built in his throat and stared at you, "I love you."

It came so suddenly and you didn't know how to react, "What?"

Chris released a breath, "I love you and it terrifies me. I haven't ever done or felt any of this before and it's always been because I've been so scared an' shit. But every time I try to push down these feelings, they always come back up, no matter how hard I try to push them away. It's like a cursed boomerang."

You chuckled lightly and stared at him with a warm gaze.

"I guess I'm just scared of what this could do to you and me if we don't work out. I love being your friend, but I also hate seeing other people look at you the way I do," He spoke softly.

"How long?" You questioned.

"What?"

"How long have you felt like this?"

Chris thought for a moment, staring into the distance, "I met you two years ago, right?" You nodded and he continued, "Two years. I guess the only thing that's been keeping me from telling you is–"

"I love you too," You interrupted with a soft growing smile. Chris was shocked and said nothing, his lips parted gently as you leaned over to implant a kiss to his cold skin.

After you pulled back slightly, Chris stared at you, "This is crazy."

"I know," You nodded, "But it'll be okay. We'll be okay. I promise."

.

a/n: hi angels!! thank you so much for this request! it definitely gave me a new challenge because in all honesty i was super unsure of how to execute this properly. based on how chris comes across, i've always gotten the vibe that he's terrified of commitment and being in a relationship in general, which is totally normal for a lot of people and i hope this piece captured that well enough! thank you so much for 1k once again!! i love you all so dearly. — angelina.

[lawsvalentine]

Iconic Romantic Movie Moments They Do • OP Men HC • (SFW)

Fem!reader

Charcters: Monster Trio, Usopp, Law, Ace, Sabo, Marco

CW: None. Pure Fluff

Cee’s Note: Soooo this idea came to me when I was watching Tangled and the lantern scene happened and then I just started thinking about my favorite romantic scenes from movies. Hope y’all enjoy 😉

Luffy- Spider Man Kiss

One day Luffy was feeling a bit mischievous and decided to use his stretchy legs to hang from the top of one of the rails of the Sunny to scare you. He saw you turning a corner and positioned himself before springing down in front of you causing you to let out a high pitched scream. Luffy started to laugh hysterically at your reaction, causing you to pout and whine his name.

Despite his prank, you couldn’t stay mad at your silly boyfriend. You also couldn’t deny how cute he looked hanging upside down so you approached him and decided to lay one on him. You gently held his cheeks, as your lips continued to move against each others. As you pulled away, Luffy had his signature grin plastered on his face making you giggle. From that day forward, Luffy decided to surprise you like that more often just to receive your kisses.

Zoro- Ghost Clay Scene

One of the activities you liked to do in your spare time is pottery. After asking Franky to build you a pottery studio (which he happily obliged) that became your favorite place to be on the ship. Zoro had been looking for you when he noticed you didn’t show up during his training to bug him. When he finally found you, he smirked as a bright idea came to his mind.

Next thing you knew, your back was pressed against Zoro’s bare chest, his muscular arms wrapped around you, fingers interwined with yours as you both molded the clay in front of you. He pressed soft kisses to your neck making you squeal and turn your head. Let’s just say, Zoro made a mental note to do this more often with you.

Sanji- Lady and the Tramp Spaghetti Scene

Sanji wanted to take you to a restaurant for a date once you guys docked the Sunny. You told him if he could woo you on the date, you would give him a kiss at the end of it. He got a nose bleed just thinking about the challenge and he was determined to win it. You guys were at this fancy Italian restaurant where he ordered the couple’s spaghetti special on the menu that could be shared with two people. Sanji knew he was close to wooing you after the gentlemen like charm he was giving you throughout the date.

When the food came, you both gawked at how huge the plate was. You were slurping up a noodle and you couldn’t help but notice how long it was but that didn’t stop you. Little did you know Sanji was also slurping the same noodle and before you knew it, your lips met in middle. You pulled away, eyes widened and cheeks heating up from the kiss. Sanji with heart filled eyes was babbling on about how soft your lips were and how he knew he would win a kiss from you. You roll your eyes and press your lips against his again to shut him up.

Usopp- 10 things I hate about you serenade

You were chatting with Nami and Robin when you mentioned how romantic it would be to be serenaded in public. Usopp overheard the conversation and although he was nervous of the thought of publicly singing and dancing in front of other people, he was determined to impress you. With the help from brook with the song (lets just pretend that can’t take my eyes off you existed during that time) and Franky and Luffy with the choreography, Usopp was ready for his performance.

You guys were in the middle of a town when Usopp started performing his serenade. He was on top of high ledges of a building, prancing around, singing his heart out to you. He would occasionally wink and point to you during his song, and you would be lying if you said you weren’t swooning. You and the crew were cheering and hyping him up as he continued his serenade. In the middle of his song, a couple of marines spotted him and started to chase him. But the show must go on, because Usopp didn’t stop his serenade despite him being chased. You were a giggling blushing mess throughout the entire song but you loved every second of it

Law- Love, Actually Card Scene

Law has had a crush on you for a while but didn’t know how to tell you because he was afraid he would say the wrong thing and mess it all up. He isn’t good with expressing his emotions, let alone being romantic. Bepo, Penguin, and Sachi knew about Law’s dilemma and came up with a great idea. At first, Law refused but after penguin and Sacchi’s begging and Bepo’s puppy eyes, Law decided to give it a try. But he threatened to shambles them off the Polar Tang if it didn’t work.

You heard a knock from your door, causing you to get up and open it, revealing your nervous captain. He was holding some big cards with his usual serious face. You read card after card, him flipping one over the other. The last card he hesitated for a moment, cheeks starting to tint pink, as he revealed the card. It read “will you be mine?”. Your eyes widened and mouth opened in shock before changing into a beaming smile as you wrap your arms around him and kissed him. Bepo, Penguin, and Sacchi, who were hiding in the hallway watching the whole thing, quietly celebrated and high fived each other.

Ace- Tangled Lantern Scene

Ace had an idea for a date night for you but he needed some assistance from Marco to make it happen. Ace was leading you on the beach, blindfold over your eyes to the spot. Once you two reached the spot, he removed your blindfold revealing a small boat with two lanterns in the middle of it. You were confused yet intrigued for what was to come.

As you two set out, you were both holding the lantern in your hands. With a countdown, you both released your lanterns into the sky. Your face was in awe as more lanterns started to float around the air. Marco was flying around above you two dropping the lanterns around you guys. You reach out to catch one before releasing it back out. Ace just sat and admired how the lights illuminated your features. You commented on how beautiful the lights were, which Ace responded saying it didn’t compare to how beautiful you were. You blushed at his words before leaning in to kiss him.

Sabo - Enchanted Ballroom Scene

You and Sabo were assigned a mission to go undercover to gather information from a ball thrown by one of the celestial dragons. You guys had to blend in so you both were in expensive ballroom wear. Sabo thought you looked gorgeous in your gown. A slow song started playing(again lets pretend this song existed in their time) and sabo asked for your hand to dance.

You were shocked considering he had been previously complaining about how he “doesn’t dance”. So you accepted his offer and you two made your way towards the dance floor. From the way he gently held you as you both swayed to the way he was looking at you, you couldn’t help but get lost in him completely forgetting about the mission

Marco- Titanic Deck Scene

You had always expressed to Marco how cool you thought his devil fruit power was. Especially the flying, wishing you could fly like he does. Marco had offered to take you with him into the sky but you weren’t sure if you were brave enough to go that high. So he got the bright idea on how to ease you into it.

He held out his hand that you hesitantly took as he lifted you up at the edge of the ship. It was a bit high but not a bad place to start. Marco brought his arms around yours, intertwining your hands as he slowly brought your arms out wide, mimicking his wings. He slowly removed his arms without you realizing it, and you felt amazing as the wind blew under your arms making you feel like you really were flying. He chuckled at your excited expression, as he brought his arms to wrap around your waist and hold you.

[lethalchiralium]

Diamondback | [1]

a/n: i love this series and i haven’t even finished out the ending yet

warnings: Mentions of cheating, mentions of pregnancy (not reader), mentions of alcohol

summary: Pine, Arizona. You’ve touched down in Phoenix and driven up to a relatively normal sized city, more than ready to see your best friend and grossly underprepared for an interview you got twelve hours ago. It’s hard to tell if you’re ready, but now you have to be. It’s time to chase the light.

You weren’t surprised that the Hotshot Fire Station wasn’t located in town, but on a backroad that was in a patch of sand, surrounded by high mountains. Sand has already contaminated your boots and hair by the time you had exited the airport in Phoenix in the early morning. A manila folder sat in between your hands as you looked at the silver building, nerves dancing up and down your spine. The sun was bearing down on you, something that used to really be your friend. 

Change is good. Change is supposed to be good, right? So why am I nervous? Don’t be nervous. People can see when you’re nervous. Quit it. Quit it!

Swallowing a bit of your nervousness, you moved out of the sun and into the building. You opened the door and walked into what appeared like the front room - it was painted a soft beige, floor made of sealed concrete and decorated with mismatched couches and seats - you could hear the clink of workout equipment down the hall, the smell of air freshener was dull. 

This was so much different than your Firewatch tower in Yellowstone National Park; it was a two day hike to it, there was a babbling brook 50 yards away with a small campsite nearby as well. All you had was your radio, books, and binoculars to keep you company for two to four months out of the year, as well as an old laptop that was connected to very shitty ethernet. You had many years of firewatching under your belt, you had taken classes for fire science and wildfire safety, as well as EMT training just in case one of your fellow fire watchers had a medical emergency. You were well prepared for this job, to be a 141 Hotshot.

The 141 Hotshots were the second municipal hotshot crew to ever be formed and based in Arizona, holding up legacy of the Sandstone Mountain Hotshots, who had perished in a wildfire less than a decade prior - it was said that the Superintendent of the 141 had trained under the Superintendent of the Sandstone Hotshots only a few years before the tragedy, a man who you had read about before even thinking about becoming a Hotshot seven years ago, especially before your fiance forced you into fire watch. Wildfire firefighting work was grueling, you were very fit because of your work as a fire watcher, but this takes it to a whole new level.

“Y/N!”

You had stopped in the middle of the front room, eyes now focused on the sweaty and dirt stained face of your childhood best friend - Alex Keller. The man had been kind enough to lend you a room in his apartment and put in a good word to the well-respected Superintendent he had worked for for almost seven years. It had been a few years since you had seen him; you had only a backpack waiting in your rental car. You instantly opened your arms and let Alex hug you, not bothered by the sweat or dirt on him. 

He patted your back before releasing you, a smile on his mustached face. “I hope that dickhead didn’t cause you any trouble.” 

The dickhead he was talking about was your ex-fiancé, the man you definitely did not want to talk or think about. You rolled your eyes. “Alex, I’m fine.”

He gave a small huff before continuing, “Well? Did you decide?”

You held up your folder, to which the man smiled wider. 

“Good! I know Price is gonna like you.” He patted your shoulder before he nodded back towards the hallway he had come from. “C’mon, I’ll give you a tour.” 

“I don’t need a tour, I need to get to my interview-“ You blubbered before he grabbed your arm, pulling you towards him. “Alex!”

“I’m takin’ you to the interview, dingaling.” He chuckled, your apprehension slipped away and you then began to walk beside him. “So stubborn for no reason.”

“I like to think my stubbornness is a good quality.”

Alex gave you a look, you laughed at him. “Sure.” You opened your mouth to retaliate but he kept talking. “Anyway, I’m goin’ to Farah’s after my shift, you’ll have to fend for yourself. You know where I live, and the code to get in.”

You sighed. “I’ll be fine.”

He patted your back, smile still big. “You always are.” He then looked towards the large equipment you two were walking towards, seeing his fellow Hotshots working out or fixing their gear before he took your arm, stopping you from continuing. You looked to your friend as he spoke, “Are you sure you want to do this? It’s a lot different than just sitting in a tower and just watching a fire.”

“I was a Hotshot for a year, Alex.”

“Yeah, six years ago.”

You were about to retaliate to his argument when you heard your last name be called. You looked around Alex to see a genuinely handsome blond man, standing tall with his hands behind his back. Alex turned to look at the man, a hand then clapped your back. “Y/N, this is Assistant Superintendent Riley.”

Riley had a bored look in his eye, it made your skin bristle a little. He glanced to Alex before going, “Supe’s waitin’ on you, L/N.”

British? You glanced at Alex before he pushed you forwards, you immediately kept walking towards the door Riley was holding open. You nodded to him before walking into the office, watching as the man you were hopefully interviewing with stood.

Damn, what is with having pretty superiors?

“L/N, I’m Superintendent John Price of the 141 Hotshots, and you’ve just met my Assistant, Simon Riley.” 

“British?” You blurted out as you held out your hand.

John chuckled a little before he took your hand with a firm handshake. “Yes, Liverpool. Simon’s from Manchester.” He gestured to the seat across from him as you let go and you instantly sat down, then handed him your manila folder. He took it, settling down in his chair as you heard the office door click. Footsteps behind you instantly told you that Simon intended to stay for the interview, noticing in the corner of your eye that Simon now leaned against the wall, watching you. “So, I heard you were fire watch?” 

Your full attention was on John now, he had settled onto his arms on his desk. You nodded in response. “Six years.”

“Lonely up there.” Simon commented, John gave him a sharp look before gazing back at you.

“Keller said you were a Hotshot before. Why’d you quit?” You stared at John, noticing he hadn’t even opened your folder of qualifying classes and certificates. 

“Fiancé-“ You cut yourself off before continuing. “Ex-fiancé convinced me to do fire watch instead. Said it was less dangerous, which it is.”

There was a twitch in John’s eye. “Then why are you here?”

“For a job-“

“Don’t run around the question. Why would you leave a cushy job that I’m sure pays well in one of the most beautiful National Parks in the world?”

“To be clear, sir,” Your eyes narrowed. “My personal business as to why I decided to change my career so quickly is none of your concern. I can promise it won’t be a problem, I didn’t leave because I was forced or fired.” You glanced to Riley. “And I may have not been on a team for the past few years, but that doesn’t mean I’m not a team player.”

The Superintendent in front of you chuckled, your facial expression didn’t change but your chest tightened.

I’ve done it again. There goes my new job. Rest in peace my independence - I’m gonna have to move in with Mom. 

“You have all of your qualifications?”

A moment of shock stopped you from speaking, but you pushed through it, confusion flooding through your chest. “Uh, yeah. In the folder, fire science, EMT, fire safety training-“

“Where were you a Hotshot?” Simon’s voice made you look over to him, your answer instant, “Diamond Mountain.”

Simon whistled. “Up near Reno?”

You nodded as you looked back to John. “Was tough. No one liked me on the team except the Supe. Said I had potential.”

He had finally opened your file folder, flipping through the papers with almost blatant disregard for any of the information on the printed pages. He closed the folder after only looking through it for fifteen seconds, tossing the file back onto the desk. He settled on his elbows as he leaned forwards. “That Supe gave you flying colors when I called him.” Oh thank you, Breaker, thank you. Best Supe ever. “Said he was disappointed to see you go to fire watch so quickly.” You kept stoic, watching as John stared back. “You’re not gonna quit on me, are you?”

“No sir.”

“Not gonna run off when shit hits the fan? Or use this as a step to get to structure?”

“No sir.”

With one nod, John sat back in his chair.

“The crew’s going on a hike.” He nudged his chin towards the door. “Got running shoes, Firewatch?”

With a smile on your face, you nodded. 

Summers in your fire watch tower were hot and dry - you used to sit at the worn desk, a book you’ve read thousands of times under your fingertips, as you watched over the large fields of brush and the faraway whispers of dense forests in the heart of Yellowstone. The four fans about the small one room cabin were on high, trying to move air around and keep you from overheating. It was nice, calm - even when you were watching a wildfire one year with high distance binoculars. Something about relaxing in the cabin and being over ten thousand feet in the air - it gave you a sense of calm. After years of having to fight to prove yourself, somewhere you can just be yourself was dropped into your lap.

Your heart was in your throat, you supposed sand had lodged into your esophagus by the time the 141 Hotshots had hit the second mile of the ‘hike’. Alex was kind enough to stay behind with you, not saying a word as the jog up a steep terrain was about to throw you into the hands of God. Both Price and Riley were at the head of the single file line, it slithered through the well defined trail like a Western Diamondback Rattlesnake - poised and ready to strike. There was a soft jingle that came from Alex, the sound of his two necklaces, and there was only the chchchchch of shoes against loose gravel and sand. 

You were supposed to be up in that stupid one room cabin in Yellowstone by now, but here you were. Pushing yourself well beyond your now adjusted limits, you didn’t feel the need to entertain Price's statement in your head - you didn’t leave your ‘cushy’ job in Yellowstone for fun; you didn’t even want to go, but there was no way you were staying anywhere near Justin and that oddly sweet southern girl he got pregnant. You quite literally packed up three outfits, a couple pairs of underwear, and only took two pairs of socks and shoes. You had nothing else with you, anger pumped through your veins so intensely, that you wouldn’t dare go get the rest of your belongings without someone to keep you in check. 

“Don’t beat yourself up.” 

You looked to your right, seeing that Alex had slowed to your pace to talk to you. You then gazed back in front of you, seeing the person in front of Alex had a shirt tagged ‘Soap’. What the Hell kind of name is Soap? “I’m not.”

Alex chuckled. “Sure.” His elbow hit your arm, your head whipped to look at him. “It’s okay to be upset.”

You glared at him, eyebrows furrowed as you kept pace. “I don’t want to talk about it.” You pushed yourself further, closing the distance with the Soap Guy by a couple of feet. Alex was instantly at your side again. If you weren’t trying to be on your best behavior, you’d throw a punch directly in his smug face. He was right when he said Justin was bad news, and you were dreading the ‘I told you so’. “Can we do this later?”

Without even looking, you knew Alex gave you the look that he always gave you - you’re lying and I know you are, so I’m gonna wait until you’re not being stupid to talk about it. “I got you a key for my apartment, it’s coming in tomorrow. I didn’t really have time to clear my spare room, though.”

The sun was burning you, you regretted not thinking about sunscreen in that Phoenix airport store, you regretted not having better jogging gear, and you definitely regretted not packing your suitcase. You would have all of your hiking gear, but this job was quite literally a last minute decision you made in an airport bar. But did you regret this?

Your head looked out to the right, watching the scenery slowly change as you jogged behind the line of well-trained or in-training Hotshots. Golden colored brush, tall trees that you observed were pines, and an occasional cactus. You then looked back to Alex, his head faced ahead. He had truly grown into a handsome man, much more confident than that young adult you left in New Orleans six years ago. Sun-kissed skin and obviously gelled hair, a smile that seemed permanent; your best friend had done well for himself, you thought you had done the same. But your life had exploded into a million pieces, cutting into your not so delicate skin. You had to prove yourself, you had to do this to gain control again or everything might fall apart again.

You weren’t quite sure that you would actually regret this change, but anything was better than that one bedroom apartment in the Irish Channel in New Orleans, and with the witch of a woman who called herself your mother.

You turned your head forwards. “I’ll try to get out of your hair as quick as I can.”

“Don’t rush it.”

“Alex-“ You turned to look at him, but realized the group had slowed, you stopped on a dime. 

The blond looked at you, giving you another look but it was one you couldn’t read. His hand settled on your back, pushing you to stand in between him and the stopped Soap Guy. “We’ll chat later.”

The booming voice of John Price made you snap to attention, “This is what we have been assigned to preserve. Take a breath.” You took a breath through your nose, the air tasted nothing like Yellowstone - the air in the valley you stood above was bitter and gritty, but it felt clean. “Then look out onto these thousands of acres of forest, admire it.” Your eyes fluttered as you gazed upon thousands of acres of dense pine trees, fields of brush and grass, and mountains that danced through the landscape. A twinge of guilt trembled through your stomach, guilt that you had left your entire life for an incredibly dangerous job that can get you killed at almost any turn. Your eyes moved from the horizon to the bearded man, watching as he fixed the band on his watch without even a glance to it, his eyes on all of the crew you only had a moment to glance over earlier. You watched his eyes scan every single person’s face before his eyes landed on you, maybe just for a moment too long before he looked to Alex. 

“Breathe it in, because this will be one of the last times that you can look upon this sight without any negativity.”

It was truly a sight that stood before you. Breathing in air you’ve never had the chance to before, seeing the wonders of nature in a different place of America was incredible. Your lungs burned, you hadn’t had a fast-paced and tough hike since you were a Diamond Mountain Hotshot. It was good, you knew it was good for you - your eyes wandered back to Price.

“Because once I’m done with you,” His blue eyes landed upon you again, his voice sharp like a dagger as it sliced the sentiment into your brain. “all you’ll see is fuel.”

Okay, get yourself out of the gutter. He’s your boss, not a fucking treat to dangle in front of yourself! You literally just broke up with Justin, you cannot get the hots for your hot boss! KEEP IT TOGETHER!

He gave you a smirk before he started to jog towards you - then past you, then Riley behind him, and the crew followed. You waited for the Soap Guy to go for you to turn and go, but you noticed in the crew that you weren’t the only female - you didn’t catch that earlier when you went out to get your running shoes from your rental car. The only one who even looked at you gave you a smirk, she had almost black hair cut right at her shoulders, covered in tattoos. She was four people ahead of you, so it shouldn’t be hard to find her and hopefully make a friend out of Tattoo Girl. Your eyes then moved to the bold letters on the shoulders of the Soap Guy. You then saw him look over his shoulder at you.

What the fuck is with all of these guys being pretty?

“Say ye'r th' fresh meat. Alex said a lot o' guid things.” He had a wild mohawk and a charming smile, his fingers pinched the front of his shirt so he could somewhat fan himself.

“Scottish.” You remarked as Soap chuckled, following the person in front of you - you followed too, but he had moved to jog beside you like Alex. “Why do they call you Soap?”

The man looked over onto his back, tsking before giving someone ahead in line an invisible dagger through their chest. “Damn bastard wasn't suppose tae put that on mah shirt.”

Alex elbowed you again, you kept your eyes forwards now. The trail was becoming steep again, but it was easier to descend than to climb earlier. Your lungs were burning, but you were somehow pushing through. Adjusting and all that jazz. This shit is gonna suck with all the weight I have to carry during drills. Hopefully I get used to the heat quickly or else this might actually break me.

The Soap Guy cleared his throat, nudging you with a knuckle, you didn’t spare a moment to look at him. “Top secret!”

“He put Dawn dish soap in the dishwasher one night, and we came back to the station to a floor of bubbles. So his name is Soap.” Alex snickered, a smile grew on your face as Soap audibly deflated.

“So why aren’t you named Bubbles?” You kept your arms close to your chest as the route kept winding around, both men allowing you the worn gravel path as they opted for the sand and patches of grass.

Soap scoffed, “What, so I can be th’ ‘prettiest girl at th’ party’?”

A cackle of laughter came from the man you were following, another man with a nickname written on the back of his shirt - but he was conscious about the sun by wearing what looked like a well loved baseball cap. In big black letters in between his shoulder blades was ‘GAZ’, and Gaz kept cackling like a hyena. Soap took a couple fast strides forwards, immediately tugging Gaz into his sweaty armpit. The man screeched, Soap yelling some Scottish obscenities that you wouldn’t have been able to decipher if you tried. All Alex did was laugh, you watched as Soap now jogged next to Gaz, who was trying to get out of his hold. 

“That’s the Team Leaders for you.”

You spared a look to Alex. “Team Leaders? Them?”

Your friend shrugged. “For as stupid as they act now, they’re amazing in the field.”

“Good to know.” Your legs burned, chest roared in pain. You gazed out onto the landscape, now noticing that the silver dot in the distance was turning into the Fire Station. “I could use a drink.”

“I also feel that you need a drink.”

You reached out and smacked Alex’s arm, snapping at him, “That’s not funny.”

He glanced to you, grabbing your hand and squeezing it. “There’s a quiet bar in town, I’ll send you the address.”

By the time you had gotten into your rental car after being dismissed with the rest of the Hotshots, you were exhausted. Lungs hummed with a slight burn, your back splattered with aches. It wasn’t hard to know you needed a stiff drink, especially after changing career paths drastically and uprooting your entire life. 

You ditched going to Alex’s apartment as soon as you realized you really only had three outfits and barely any necessities to last you four days. Instead of going out to the nearest Walmart to get some new underwear and some shampoo that wasn’t Alex’s, you found yourself at the polished dark oak stool of a warmly lit quiet bar. There were barely a handful of souls in the small and cozy bar, it was well decorated and taken care of - yet you haven’t seen a bartender for twenty minutes. At least you were tired enough not to care, just glad you remembered deodorant when you had gotten back to your car. The bar had good air conditioning, softly blowing cool air around the black and gold themed bar. 

Your phone had been off all day, but now it sat in your hands, on and with non-stop notifications. You had instantly put on Do Not Disturb, upset about it. Hundreds of calls from your ex-fiancé, almost a thousand texts, begging for forgiveness, then blaming it on you, then apologizing. Next was the calls from his mother, his three sisters, his brother - all people you had considered family. All were either asking where you were or asking to talk, to have Justin explain. You wouldn’t dare listen to them, wouldn’t dare listen to their defense for a slimy cheater. You wished you could just shove one sentiment down their throats:

He’s a liar, pathetic, mean, and he’s gonna get what’s coming to him. I don’t fucking cater to him anymore. He’s gonna have to learn how to suck the energy out of someone else.

The only message you wanted to read was from Justin’s father, a man you respected deeply and one you knew despised cheating. In your bones, you knew that man would take your side, even if the rest of his family took your ex-fiancé’s. The only reason why you didn’t tap on the message was because a voice had broken you from your focus.

“Thought I told you to go home and rest?”

You looked up in surprise, seeing the familiar face of Simon… behind the bar. Your eyebrows furrowed, “I thought you were a Hotshot?” 

The blond shrugged in his white button up and black vest, resting his tattooed hands on his side of the bar. “Gotta have a year round job, had to pick up a shift for Lucy.”

You didn’t look away from Simon when you turned off your phone. “141 Hotshots aren’t year round?”

“God no.” He shook his head, pulling out a clean glass and a napkin, letting it settle on the bar in front of your folded arms before setting the cold glass in front of you. “We’re only mandatory for 90 consecutive days a year - I still need this cash for gas.”

A nod, you settled your phone in your lap. “Long Island, please.”

His hand was reaching for water, but it had stopped. He gave you a sharp look, a warning. “You almost passed out coming down the trail. My statement still stands,” He took the glass back, pouring water into it from the pitcher he retrieved only a minute ago. “Go home.”

Your phone buzzed in your lap. The pit of despair in your stomach got deeper. “One drink.”

He placed the glass of water in front of you. “Drink it, then go home.”

A straw was set in front of you, but you didn’t move your stare from the blond’s face. “I just moved across the country with the clothes on my back and barely enough money to rent a car.” You moved the glass off of the napkin, setting it a few inches away as you continued, “I’m moving into my best friend’s apartment because my eight year relationship ended ‘cause my fiance had to get his dick wet with another girl for an entire year.”

The stare of your Assistant Superintendent would’ve made you laugh if you weren’t waist deep in misery; his eyebrows furrowed just a little, his lips pressed into a thin line. His hand raised from the bar, grabbing another glass. 

“Not to mention his mistress is pregnant.”

He let out a grunt, moving away from you to grab the liquor. “One drink.”

The buzzing phone on your lap did nothing to deter your small smile. “Thanks, Assistant Supe.”

He turned around, a small chuckle escaped him as he said, “You can just call me Captain like everyone else.”

“Captain Riley,” You smiled, he gave you a glare over his shoulder. “Thank you.”

He turned back around, grabbing his bottle of liquor before returning to his spot from before. He began to make your Long Island Iced Tea, eyes kept on his work as he spoke, “Remember to be at the firehouse at 6am. This is your only drink tonight.” Ice cubes clinked the glass as they were dropped in. “You got a ride home?”

You shrugged. “I’ll be fine.”

Simon looked up from his work, meeting your eyes with a sharp gaze. “I’ll take you home.”

A flush ran through your chest, eyebrows raising as you blubbered, “No, I’ll be fine, I promise-”

His hand waved a little. “Just wait for me.”

You smiled at him. “Thanks, Cap.”

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Intertwined Pt 1: Destiny's a b**ch

Pairing: Loki x Female Reader

Summary: You and Loki are bound together as soulmates through red string. You are also given poems to help you figure it out along the way.

Warning: Heavy (maybe) Smut (No idea what other warnings but poorly written smut so I apologise)

Word count: 4.1k

A/N: This is set in the Avengers Assemble Film and maybe onwards, but we'll see how this story does first. I appreciate any feedback to help me improve this story.

You were running through a field with a handsome man. At least, you thought he was handsome. The only problem was you couldn't actually see what he looked like. You didn't care though and continued to laugh and run. The breeze was cool, but the sun was still hot on your face and the sounds were as clear as day. From the sounds of trees dancing in the wind, to birds chirping to each other.

When you came to a stop by a babbling brooke, you looked at your hands and saw the red string of fate that linked you to each other by your pinky's. You looked up at the mysterious figure and cupped his unseeable cheek, before kissing him softly.

You awoke to the sound of your alarm and felt the warmth of someone holding you close. You long forgot the dream you were having and were brought back to reality of having a familiar person beside you. Your bare skin rubbed against each other and it took you back to the night before. Where there was raw and lusty emotions that ran rampant around each other. The room smelled of sweat and sex and you finished it off with cuddling close for comfort. Clothes could be seen all over your room and you wished you could go back to that night even just once. You giggled sleepily as the man held you tighter when you attempted to leave him.

"Five more minutes sweetheart" Steve Rogers grumbled before kissing you lightly on the forehead.

"I would love to stay in this bed with you forever if I could, but we have to get up" You wriggled out of bed and this time, Steve reluctantly let go and pulled the covers as if to make up for your absence.

Steve Rogers has been both your romantic partner and working partner after being introduced to each other 6 months before. You took on a few jobs together in the past and shortly after began feeling new and exciting things towards each other.

Shaking your hips teasingly, you grabbed a nearby dressing gown and covered up to leave the room. You could hear Steve groan like a child just had their toy taken away and you couldn’t help but chuckle to yourself.

While you were in the kitchen brewing some coffee, Steve strolled in with a tight gray shirt that clung nicely to his muscles and chest. Every flex and twitch was visible to the naked eye in the shirt and you wouldn't complain. Just seeing him the shirt made your toes curl and you tried to make it seem like you hadn’t noticed. You felt large arms wrap softly around your waist and felt his breath hotly on your neck causing a shiver down your spine. His fingers lightly trailed up and down your hips and you could feel your heart pump out of your chest. All before feeling the tenderness of the male's lips press softly on the collarbone. You tilted your neck to the side so Steve could have better access.

“So, what’s the plan for today?” You asked between pants as you poured the coffee into two of your cups.

“We could, go to the gym?” Steve mumbled the suggestion into your neck.

“Okay, sounds good” You sighed with a smiled as you turned and handed your partner his cup. The warm touch of his lips still lingered on your collarbone and was left wanting more.

As Steve leaned with his back against the counter and sipping his coffee. You stood across from him and smirked mischievously.

"Why're you looking at me like that" He asked as he set his cup down.

"No reason, just thinking you look awfully sexy in your shirt" You bit your lip a little as you saw a glint of arousal in the males eyes.

"Is that so?" He asked, in a low a deep voice as he stalked his way across to.

He then placed his hands on both your hips and squeezed them as he pulled them closer to his body. You placed your hands on his rock hard chest to keep your balance and brushed your palms up to his broad shoulders. You felt his body twitch beneath your touch and lifted your eyes to meet his.

With his hands, he picked you up from under your thighs and placed you on the counter behind you. He then proceeded to use his knee to nudge your legs further apart. Lips soon crashed into yours and whatever painfully slow game Steve was playing, was long overdue.

His hands began to roam around every part of your body and his tongue danced and explored within your mouth. Moans were slipping out and groans would reply. The dressing gown and gray shirt had long been discarded along the way.

You felt an instant shock of pleasure when you felt Steve start to pinch one of your nipples. He then started to lower his head to the other and gently tugged it with his teeth. You recline your head back and threaded your fingers through his soft, blonde hair. He switched to the other nipple and continued to suck and tug.

Steve eagerly placed kisses all the way down your stomach and then your inner thighs. When he came to your entrance, he looked up at you with lust in his eyes and quickly stuck his tongue between your folds; making you gasp. You arched your back and as he continued to flick his tongue in and out, you bucked your hips to try and get him deeper.

The smells of sex and sweat wafted through the kitchen space and the only sounds you could hear were Steve sucking and eating your pussy out and the loud moans that escaped you.

He picked up the pace and before you were able to ride out an orgasm, he got to his feet and slammed his length into you. You clawed at his back and shoulders as he continued to thrust into you ruthlessly. You were able to accommodate his size now, so he didn't have to go in slowly anymore. You did clarify that if you couldn't take it then he would have to go in slow.

After a few more thrusts, you both came and your bodies shook while riding out the orgasms. You rested your forehead against the male and you slowly recovered from your high. Steve kissed your crown and stroked the back of your head soothingly.

"I don't think I could do gym today" You chuckled as you looked up at the blonde sweetly.

"That's understandable" Steve smirked devilishly. "We could just get coffee today and watch a movie" You merely nodded in response.

Once you cleaned up and changed, you both left the apartment hand in hand and made your ways down the streets of Washington to your favourite coffee shop.You and Steve were waiting in line to order, when your phone rang so went outside to pick it up.

A click sounded and then you heard an old colleagues voice.

"Hello" Coulson called out.

“Hello?” You answered as chirpy as you could without sounding like you were dying.

"Y/n? Are you there?" Coulson sounded concerned and you couldn't help but have a sinking feeling that something really bad happened.

"Y-yeah, I'm here, what's going on?"

"Barton's been compromised"

"You're kidding right" You looked inside and Steve was now at the front ordering your drinks.

"I wish I was, look we'll explain everything soon but right now I can't disclose anymore information".

"Okay, is he at least okay?"

"We're not sure yet"

"And do we need Steve for this as well?"

"Been trying to contact him but he hasn't answered yet".

"No worries, he's with me anyway" There was an awkward silence that implied that the man on the other end didn't want to know anymore. Almost as if he could figure why you were together. Your relationship hadn’t been made public to S.H.I.E.L.D yet, but they figured that something was going on.

"Right, well, see you soon" And the line went dead. Sighing, you finally returned inside and walked to a booth that Steve was sat at with a mix of emotions flowing around your mind.

“Hey, you guys look terrible, trouble sleeping?” You heard the booming voice come from beside you and when you turned to the source, you saw Nick Fury in the flesh. The man was tall and wore all black clothing with the longest trench coat you had ever seen and an eye patch lay on the left eye.

“How d- you?” You gestured to the phone and then at Nick. How the hell did he find you so fast when you hadn’t even told them your location.

“I have my ways agent l/n” The man nodded and took a seat next to you.

“Are you here with a mission sir?” Steve questioned.

“I am”

“So, why’d you need the both of us. Like surely Barton’s alright”

“Afraid not” The man handed the two of you a folder and when you opened it, there was information about a glowing blue cube called the Tesseract.

“HYDRA’S secret weapon” Steve grumbled as he flipped through the pages.

“Howard stark fished that out of the ocean when he was looking for you, Steve” You looked towards the man you cared deeply for. He had told everything that happened before, during and after the war. He had been through so much hurt and pain and you admired him for his strength to push through. You took hold of his hand and gave it a gentle squeeze.

“The Tesseract could be the key to unlimited, sustainable energ. That’s something the world sorely needs”

“So who has it?”

“His names Loki, he’s not from around here either. If you’re in, there’s a lot we have to catch you up to speed with” Steve started to make his way out the shop without another word and you looked at Fury with an apologetic look.

“Can we give it some thought please” The man nodded and you followed Steve.

“There’s two debriefing packets back at your apartment Y/n” That was the last thing you heard him say.

“Should’ve left it in the ocean” You heard Steve mumble as you tried to keep up with the man. You were able to catch up to him and grabbed his wrist to stop him in his tracks.

“Hey, are we gonna do this or what?” You quickly stepped in front of the man that towered over you.

“I don’t know” He tried to step around, but you followed.

“Well, I’m doing it, but not without you” Steve stared at you with an emotion you haven’t seen him look at you with. His eyes held no emotion and looked duller than the brightness they usually showed.

“We don’t always have to go on missions together you know”

“I know, but we work well together”

“You sure it’s not just me carrying your weight” Steve’s voice spoke with a harshness that felt as though you were being stabbed in the stomach and it was like he became a whole different person.

“Fine, I will go on my own” You turned quick on your heel so as to not let the man before you, see the tears fighting to fall down your cheek. This was the first time that Steve had ever talked to you like this. He was always so sweet and soft spoken with you, until now.

You didn’t realise how upset you were until you made it back to the apartment in record time and you began to vigorously wipe away any tears that have strayed down your cheek. It wasn’t a surprise that Steve didn’t run after you when you looked back at the path you travelled by. You knew that he was probably feeling more emotions than he let on and he wasn’t the type to talk about his feelings much.

You stepped into the elevator and the ride up to your floor felt agonizing and as if it went on forever. You pondered on the thought of whether or not your relationship could still be salvaged. You felt like a burden and just in the way. You wondered if he was right.

Finally making it to your apartment, you packed up the things that you needed and grabbed the debriefing packet. You quickly skimmed through all the information that S.H.I.E.L.D had on Loki and the Tesseract and how you were going to go about defeating him. It also had information on all the people you were supposed to be working with to save the world. In your opinion, these people looked cooler with their quirks and powers than you.

As you had opened the door to leave, you saw Steve standing in front of you with sweat dripping down his face and panting heavily as he stared at you with so much sadness and guilt that it pained you.

“I’m sorry, for what I said earlier. It was a douche bag move and I wasn’t thinking” He stepped forward and your bodies were mere inches apart. The tension between you felt so thick, you could cut it with a knife.

“It’s okay” You looked at him with forgiveness in your eyes and smiled slightly. The male that stood before you, placed his hands gently on either side of your arms. No words were needed to be exchanged to know that you both acted childish in a sense.

You slowly moved your hand to caress his cheek and when you smiled a little more, so did he as he closed the last of the gap that was left between you. Your lips fitted together perfectly and rolled together in a synchronized rhythm.

Deepening the kiss, Steve trailed his hand up to the nape of your neck tilted your head up to gain better access. The sensation of the males touch sent waves of pleasure throughout your body, making you smile widely.

Even though, you wanted to continue kissing your boyfriend, you heard the ding of the elevator nearby and unwillingly pulled away from the mans lips. Your cheeks were flushed with bright pink and your hair became unruly from your make out session.

Once the person who had come out the elevator, passed by, you both snickered.

“Have you changed your mind about the mission?” You looked at Steve expectantly.

“Yeah, I have” He smiled and entered the apartment to collect his things with such speed. You watched him contently and found yourself wanting to blurt out the three words that fought to leave your mouth with confidence.

“Steve…” The male looked up and stared at you, causing the new found confidence to wither away and no longer wished to bloom. “Never mind” You smiled weakly and continued to wait for him outside.

You both had to fly separately to the secret location where you heard they had assembled other super heroes. The location was a boat in the middle of the ocean and if you weren’t there to help save the world, you would think it was awesome. It didn’t stop you from still thinking it, but you never dared to say it out loud.

Once you landed, you were met with a young woman with short ginger hair called agent Romanoff. Quite beautiful and if you were honest, a little jealous. You paid no attention as the two talked about Steve’s past as you walked along the runway. You already heard it enough times and understood how he must’ve felt. In the distance, you saw a man that walked around a plane aimlessly and Steve called over to him, answering to the name Mr Banner.

“They told me you’d be coming” The man spoke politely as he shook both your hands.

“Pleasure to meet you” You spoke and returned with a smile.

“Word is, you can find the cube” Steve continued.

“Is that the only word on me?” You couldn't help but notice an unease in Banner and you already knew of his background of turning into a big green monster.

“Only word I care about” Steve replied with a soft smile and you saw the man across you, relax his shoulders.

As the men continued to talk, you felt a rumble below you. You walked over to the edge and what looked like a propeller began to emerge from under the water that was swirling around like a whirlpool. Excitement welled up inside and you grinned widely at Steve. The male turned to you and pulled you for an embrace.

“We got this” You could feel the vibrations of his voice as you rested your head against his chest and simply nodded.

Before you knew it, the ship was being lifted into the air and you lost your balance to a brief stumble.

Finally following agent Romanoff and walking inside, you were surrounded by people walking around in uniforms and looking over computer screens. It looked even cooler on the inside and you made a reminder to do a little dance when you were alone.

Deciding to walk around a bit, you left the room as Banner started talking with Nick and you were able to do a happy dance. Not because of the circumstances, but because you had never done anything like this in your life and it got you buzzing with excitement. Sure, you had been on missions, but never quite this thrilling. Not long after you started walking, you felt a shooting pain in your head. It felt as though someone was using a load of strength and squeezing the sides inwards. You not long after started to hear an echoing voice and was only just able to make out the words.

Bound by fates design, a red string ties,

Connecting souls amidst unpredictable skies,

No mortal or god can escape its tight hold,

Tales of destiny intertwined, bold and untold.

The voice then stopped and so did the headache. You soon gained your composure and felt puzzled by what you just heard. What did that even mean? Steve came running down the hall, worry filling his face.

“Hey, are you okay?” He clung to your shoulders and inspected your body to make sure you weren’t injured.

“I’m alright, just worn out is all” You sighed softly and looked up at the male. You didn't want to lie to him, but you thought he wouldn't believe the truth.

“Let me take you to your room so you can rest” Steve started to guide you gently to a nearby room with a bed and helped to make you as comfortable as possible.

The gesture made your heart do somersaults and your stomach felt light and giddy. Before the male turned to leave you in peace, you took hold of his hand. Steve looked down at you with surprise, but waited patiently for you to speak.

“I love you Steve Rogers, I hope you know that” Steve’s lips twitched upwards ever so slightly as he nodded and left without a word.

That left you with a pang of anxiety. Did he not love you too? Was he just not ready to say it yet? Millions of questions swarmed your mind and you no longer felt the exhaustion you didn’t realise you had. You just lay on the bed and stared mindlessly at the ceiling. Thoughts of the supposed poem soon won over the negative thoughts of Steve and you repeated the words over and over, to gain a better understanding of its meaning.

It felt like hours had rolled by and you were no nearer to the answer than when you first heard the poem. You sighed in defeat and decided to leave your room.

Sluggishly, you walked back to the bridge and saw Coulson talking with Steve.

“Hey, did I miss anything?” The two men turned to you and Coulson just shook his head. Steve just turned back without a word.

In the corner of your eye, you caught sight of a photo of the villain you were supposed to stop on a computer. He had black hair and what looked like the coldest of eyes.

“We got a hit, 67% match” The guy in front of the computer that showed a picture of Loki yelled. “Wait, cross match. 79%” Coulson walked over.

“Location?”

“Stuttgart Germany, 28 Konigstrasse, he’s not exactly hiding either” The man replied as he zoomed in on the exact location.

“Lovelyyy, guess we could just drop by and tell him Guten Tag” You rolled your eyes and saw that Steve and Coulson looked at you confused. “It’s German for good day” You folded your arms over your chest and walked in Coulson’s direction.

The man had pulled up a picture of a glamorous building and a coloured picture of Loki. The picture still wasn’t great, but it was easier to remember what he looked like at least.

“Captain, Agent” You and Steve turned to Nick. “You guys are up” With a nod, you went to ready yourselves.

“Hey, Steve” Steve hummed in response as he put on his uniform. “About earlier…”

“What about it?” Steve asked before you could even finish what you wanted to say. He was clearly playing dumb by the fact that he hasn’t even looked you in the eye since you went to get your stuff together.

“You know exactly what, when I said I love you” Rage was bubbling inside you at this point and you were just wanting him to listen to you.

“Look, you don’t know what you’re talking about” Steve finally turned and made eye contact.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” You replied through gritted teeth and clenched your fist and glared at the man that towered over you.

“It means that this…” He pointed between the two of you. “Was just something to pass the time” Tears pricked the back of your eyes as you tried to process what Steve just said.

“You don’t mean that” You cried as you slowly backed away.

“I mean it, I thought we were just fooling around” Every word he spoke, was like another stab to the heart.

“I DIDN’T!” You screamed through sobs and ran back to your room until you made it to Germany.

You were nearly at the destination, when you heard screams from civilians as some of them ran past you. Still not talking or acknowledging Steve, you ran on ahead. It’s Showtime.

Hiding behind a nearby pillar, you heard the sound of a gruff and loud voice.

“In the end, you will always kneel” You carefully peeked forward and saw Loki in the flesh. The man stood tall with a sort of cheshire cat grin and held a scepter with a blue orb in the top. He wore clothes that looked as though they were made from the finest materials; fit for a king. He wore a helmet that had horns that curled, almost like a rams and had black hair that looks greasy in person. As you continued to look on, you saw an elderly man stand up.

“Not to men like you” Loki chuckled under his breath.

“There are no men like me”

“There are always men like you” Loki raised his scepter at the elderly man's response.

“Look to your elder people. Let him be an example” Before you could react, Loki had fired a blue shot towards the man. Luckily, Steve reflected it back with his shield and the villain fell down.

“Dammit Cap, I was handling it” You stormed from your hiding place and next to the male in his red, white and blue suit.

“Really, cause pretty sure someone would’ve died cause of you” You didn’t want to admit that he was right, but didn’t mean you had to like it.

“Fine, but I’m handling this guy now” Loki had finally stood his ground.

“Well, well, what do we have here?” Instantly, you decided to use part of your power.

You focused in on Loki himself and listened in on his thoughts.

Who do these Midgards think they are? Oh, hello darling. The corners of Loki’s lips twitched upwards and he was smirking at you.

Before you could use anymore of your power, you saw something glowing bright red from your hand. Looking down, red string was tied to your pinky and you followed the trail with your line of sight. It lead you to look towards Loki, who had and saw the same thing you did. Finally, you made eye contact with the villainous man and both of you clenched the sides of your head. It was the same headache and echoing voice as before. Except the poem had changed.

Destiny intertwines our lives with care,

Leading us towards love that’s rare.

Through life’s twists and turns we roam,

Until we find our soulmate, finally at home.

Just like before, the headache stopped and so did the voice. You didn’t know why you're seeing and hearing voices and red string. Or why Loki must seem to be experiencing the same thing. But you knew one thing…Destiny’s a bitch.

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Behind Closed Doors- Chapter Four

A/n: Chapter four is finally out!! Remember, this has themes of abuse so please don’t if you are sensitive to this topic!!!

Word count: 3.1k

Warnings: Mentions of abuse, swearing, mentions of blood, and death. This chapter can hit hard for some people so I’m warning you guys to read casually if you don’t deal well with topics of abuse.  

IMPORTANT THINGS: Your last name is Barlowe (Bar-Low) because it sounds cool. It’s now more of the start of the winter of your third year because I changed my mind. The reader is a Hufflepuff for the sake of my tropes, but if you’d like to change it go ahead! I would suggest just not being a Slytherin because than the tropes wouldn’t make too much sense.  Enjoy!!!

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You sat in a desolate space outside of the castle's walls. The darkness engulfed you in a warm and somewhat comforting hug as you sat and thought about everything. You had vowed with yourself that you would make yourself hate Draco Malfoy for the sake of your brothers, that you would do anything to make yourself lose the intense feelings you had for the blonde. But you just couldn’t make yourself hate him no matter how hard you tried, no matter how many times he insulted your brothers or how many times he made you feel insignificant. 

You listened to the sweet sounds of the babbling brook, the birds slightly singing and the rest of the sweet sounds of nature as you took it all in, you were truly alone, but you did not mind it. You enjoyed being alone. It gave you time to actually sit down and think without going crazy because of your brothers, or should you say brother.

The wind grew colder and you felt a presence sit next to you in the grass. You looked over to your side and you saw the blonde head of hair you were so infatuated with. You didn’t say anything, you felt at peace with him. You didn’t feel like you had to hide anything, you didn’t feel like you needed to run. You just felt like you needed to sit with him, and be with him. And damn did it feel good to not worry about it for once. 

You felt your hand crawl towards Draco’s. No words were spoken, but you felt at home, and more importantly at peace. Draco’s hand felt warm against your cold ones. And you looked at him and admired his features. You saw him smile and look at you, and yet, still no words were exchanged between you too. You felt your heart skip a beat as you saw him moving closer to you. You leaned in yourself and you felt your lips linger in place for a second before finally meeting. 

You grabbed his face, and you deepened the kiss. You felt Draco’s hands run down your hips, and push you to the ground. He was hovering on top of you as he held your face in one hand, and your hip in the other. Your lips moved in sync and you felt the warmth in your stomach grow. 

You wrapped your arms around his neck, and for once you felt so at peace. You had longed to kiss Draco, and it felt like heaven. You never wanted it to end. Until it did. 

You felt ice cold water being splashed on your face causing you to wake up suddenly from your peaceful dream. 

“WHAT DID I TELL YOU TWO? YOU LEAVE HER ALONE WHILE SHE’S TRYING TO SLEEP, SHE NEEDS TO RECOVER!” Madam Pomfrey yelled. Her voice rang in your eyes and caused you to flinch at the sudden booming effect coming from her. 

Your head throbbed and your throat felt very dry, you were still trying to get over your unrealistic dream, so the combination of loud yelling, head throbbing, and sudden cold water being drenched on your face didn’t help at all. You looked around the white room, eyes still adjusting to the sudden brightness of it that you hadn’t acknowledged your brothers standing side by side of your bed. 

“Y/n? Are you okay?” Calum asked calmly. Calum was always gentle, he knew and when not to be extravagant and at thighs time, he was choosing to be more soft spoken than Bennett was. 

“OH FOR FUCKS SAKE YOU SCARED ME!” Bennett, who looked as if he had been crying, threw the cup from his hands and grabbed you by your aching shoulders. “ARE YOU OKAY?” He, once again, screamed. 

You pushed your brother away, mumbling quietly about your head throbbing before laying back down on the bed. 

“I feel like shit.” Was all you said, but your brothers must’ve understood. 

“Language Mrs.Barlowe. But, It’s expected that no one feels great when getting hit in the temple by a bludger. But, recovery should only take at most two days.” Madam Pomfrey paused before she mixed the liquid in her hand and handed it to you. “This is a painkiller. Take it and sit for about an hour. I’ll release you when I feel comfortable in your ability to function.” She smiled at you as she watched you drink it. 

It tasted like swamp water, but you didn’t complain. You took it in hopes that your blinding headache would subside. 

“Now, when I release you, you come straight back to me if you’re feeling any type of symptom. Nausea, headaches, fatigue, anything that’s out of the normal for you, Okay dear?” She added. You smiled at her and nodded, handing her the glass vile back carefully and watching as she walked away from you. 

“So, is your headache really that bad?” Calum asked, you groaned dramatically and looked over at him. 

“Yes it is. It feels like someone is taking a spiked bat to my cranium every five seconds.” Bennet laughed at this, while Calum looked at you apologetically. “Who threw that bloody Bludger anyways?” You asked, Bennet stopped laughing and looked at Calum. 

“Did you see who did it?” Bennett asked, Calum shook his head.

“You’ve been out for a day or so, I was really worried about you.” You smiled at Calum and weakly punched his shoulder. 

“You gonna be at quidditch practice tomorrow?” Bennett asked. You knew he probably meant it to be a joke, but yet you still rolled your eyes and stuck your tongue out at him, him doing the same.

“No she is not, but as of right now, what matters more is you getting rest. Come on Ben, we have potions soon anyways.” Calum kissed your forehead lightly before grabbing his books and getting up to leave. You examined him carefully, watching as his demeanor changed as he got up to leave. You could sense that something was wrong, that something was bothering him or as if he wanted to say something, but Calum held his tongue like he always did and he smiled at you. “I promise I’ll get you all the homework for our classes later okay?” You nodded and reached up to give him a hug, he smiled and reached down to you, hugging you tightly. The smell of lavender hit you as you inhaled his scent. 

“Love you Cay.” 

“Love you too Y/n/n. Come on Bennett.” Was the last thing Calum said before he walked away from your bed, not forgetting to give Mrs.Pomfrey a ‘Thank You’ before leaving. 

“Yeah whatever I’m coming.” Bennett turned to you and sat down. You looked at him in confusion, but remembered that Bennett had a history of being late to class, and nor did he particularly care. 

“Listen, Y/n,” Bennett stopped, trying to form the words correctly. Bennett was never the most well-spoken person, but, if you let him think, he would say things that would baffle even Dumbledore himself.  “You’re my sister. You’re also my best friend so that's why I feel like I have the right to say this.” 

“Yeah?”

“I don’t like that you like Malfoy.” Oh. “I don’t like it at all. He's a horrible person Y/n. You’re allowed to like who you like but I won’t let you like him.” 

You felt your throat start to become even dryer than it was before. You looked down at your hands, avoiding eye contact with him as if it was going to make him disappear. You knew it was going to come down to this, as much as you tried to deny your feelings or shove them so far inside you that nobody could see them, Bennett and Calum always saw right through you. You were like an open book to them, there was nothing about you that they didn’t know. 

“I’m not gonna do anything to stop you I guess. I hate that you like him. But it comes down to a decision.” Bennett paused looking at you with the most serious face you have ever seen him have. 

“It’s either us, or it's him.” Was all he said before picking up his books and leaving. He didn’t say anything more, nor did he even spare you a glance as he walked out from the hospital wing. The obvious decision was your brothers, I mean, why wouldn’t it be, right?

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Bennett walked out of the Hospital wing with a heavy heart. He hated making you choose between your brothers or Draco, but he knew that he had to one day. Bennett was so lost in his thoughts that he didn’t see the shorter figure of a girl walking in front of him. 

In an instant he crashed into a smaller girl. Her brown hair, messy as always, flew back along with the rest of her body as she started falling backward at the sudden collision. Luckily, Bennett caught her just in time before she fell. He grabbed her hand and  pulled her up to his chest as an attempt to save her from falling. 

He stared into her bright brown eyes and smiled sheepishly before quickly pulling himself back together. He pulled away from her, picking up her books for her before picking up his own. 

He studied her face and saw her pale complexion, complemented by the light ring of blush on her cheeks. 

“I’m so sorry I didn’t mean to.” He apologized. The girl looked up at him and blushed even more, she smiled and took her books from his hand.

“It’s fine, don't worry about it.” She said, before she walked away Bennett grabbed her by her arm and looked her in her eye. 

“What's your name?”

“My name? Oh its-”

“Hermione, come on we gotta go!” Harry yelled from a distance. Hermione looked back at Bennett and smiled once more before running off to meet with Harry. 

“Hermione.” he whispered to himself before he tightened his grips on his books and strutted off to class. 

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You stared at the blank ceiling above you, counting the cracks being the only thing that was keeping you occupied. You thought to yourself, random thoughts that had no substance. Like,

Homework, what's for lunch, Draco, How was Bennett and Calum doing, Draco, quidditch practice, oh and did I mention Draco?

You groaned as your thoughts consumed you, not being able to distract yourself from Draco. Nothing helped you, and you could never go six seconds without thinking about him. And instead of being filled with the usual fuzzy feelings of liking someone, you were filled with the feelings of guilt and insolence. Your brother had made it clear that by choosing Draco you would be disappointing him, and, worse, choosing a boy over your own family. 

You were adamant about staying all day in that crunchy and extremely uncomfortable hospital bed, but you heard the giant doors of the wing open and close, a small conversion, and then steps towards your bed. 

“Barlowe.” The voice said. You looked up and immediately felt a cold rush of wind fall in front of you. You saw Draco, his hair sticking to his face with sweat beads coming from his forehead. His quidditch sweater hugged his body in all the right ways that made your brain go fuzzy. His eyes, which seemed to be glazed over, while they scanned your body. 

“What could you possibly want, Malfoy?” You asked, you felt like you knew the answer to your so obvious question, but you felt in the mood to poke and prod at someone

“I’m here to see you, isn’t it obvious.” He responded sarcastically. You rolled your eyes and sat up straighter, looking up into his gray eyes. “And I came to take you out on a walk. Madam Pomfrey said you should get a little air. 

“I’m not going on a walk with you.” 

“Why not?” 

“Because I can’t control myself around you.” 

The words flew from your mouth before you could snatch them back and gulp them back down. You stared at Draco, expecting some type of cocky reaction to come from him, and of course you expected right. You saw his shoulders straighten along with his posture, his eyes found a little more light and you sighed to yourself as you saw the effects of your words take place. 

“Most girls can’t love.” 

“Whatever Malfoy, let's hurry this shit up.” 

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You breathed in the fresh air as you walked outside. The winter air hitting your face like a brick, but it somehow gave you comfort. You walked, the yellow and black scarf wrapped around your neck tightly. 

Draco stared at you and he swore he saw the snowflakes stop, the wind slowed down and it was like a mental picture for him. He looked at your reddened cheeks from the cold, your smile as you walked alongside him, and how you held your hands closely to your chest. 

Draco smiled as he walked with you. He reached forward and grabbed a piece of your hair, placing it neatly behind your ear. He watched as your shoulders tensed and your cheeks get redder. 

“Don’t do that.” You said, pushing his hand away and putting on the meanest look you could. But, deep inside, your heart skipped a beat and you jumped for joy. Your brain gave you a mental smack, as you reminded yourself that Draco has probably done this with ten other girls if not a lot more. 

“Why not? Because you can’t control yourself around me?” Draco mocked. You pulled the fakest laugh you could and swatted his shoulder. Draco pretended to be hurt, fake crying and shortly after laughing. You rolled your eyes, and looked around to find a place to sit. 

“There. Let's sit down for a moment.” You said, you didn’t wait for Draco, you just walked yourself over and sat down on the bench. Draco followed soon after, taking a seat a little too close to you, but you didn’t verbally complain. 

Draco and you sat in awkward silence for a couple minutes, watching as the snow fell from the sky and landed softly on the ground. You were alright with just sitting in silence before being whisked off to your dorm room for some mandatory rest, per Mrs.Pomfrey’s request. But, Draco had other plans.

“Can I ask you something?”

“No.”

“Okay well I’m going to anyways,” Draco faced you, looking at you with those gray eyes that made you melt almost every time. “Why do you feel nervous talking about your dad? And why do your brothers get into physical fights every time they get compared to him? I know he’s in Azkaban but what did he do?” 

You sighed. It was always a hard topic, your father that is. You had no problem telling select few people about it, people that you truly trusted. So you had no idea why you started to tell Draco.

“Well, to start he was never there. I can’t remember one birthday when he was actually there. He would always show up the next day with a pair of socks for each one of my siblings. He always got them mixed up, especially me Bennett and Calum’s. But, one day, me, Bennett and Calum came home from a sports practice, and my mother was on the floor. My oldest sister was crying, she had blood on her head and my younger brother was nowhere to be found. When we calmed my sister down and asked her what happened, all she said was that ‘dad snapped’. I don’t know why he did but he did. He abused us for a while, before my mom finally had enough and she sneaked all of us out in the middle of the night and we took the first flight to England.”

Draco stayed quiet, the story was a lot to process for anyone, and you knew you shouldn’t have spilled all of this to him, but you felt like you could trust him oddly. 

“Your younger brother, what happened to him?” He asked. You smiled sadly to yourself as you felt tears weld up in your eyes.

“His name was Ryder. He was only about seven or eight. Right now I think he would be around eleven or twelve. But, Ryder just, he ran away. And I never saw him again, none of us did. He’s just gone. Mom and Celia, my older sister, assume he’s dead. But, I think he’s alive somewhere.”

Draco nodded, all he could do was nod, and it’s not like you expected him to say anything. But you felt good saying it, and he didn’t do the whole “if you ever need someone to talk to, you can talk to me” mantra. Instead, he just nodded and looked ahead of him. 

You too sat in silence for another five minutes. You felt your hands start to freeze, so you got up and you started to walk away. Not before you heard Draco abruptly get up from his seat and grab your hand, turning you around to face him. You looked at him in confusion for a second before he pulled you closer to him. 

Your lips collide. In real life this time, and even if this wasn’t a dream, it felt like one. The way his lips felt on yours made your heart stop, and you felt yourself deepening the kiss, placing your hands on his arms and holding them as a way to secure your position. His hands found their way to the sides of your face. Your lips moved in sync as the snow fell at the sides of the two of you. You felt warm, and he felt fuzzy. Draco pulled away for a second and looked in your eyes. 

“You don’t know how long I’ve been wanting to do that.” He laughed. You smiled and went for another kiss, but Draco pulled away. “You’ll get another kiss, if you promise me you’ll go on a date with me this weekend?” You nodded, eagerly wanting to reconnect your lips. Draco mouthed something before he reconnected your lips. Your lips danced one last time before you pulled away. 

“I guess I’ll see you on Saturday?” 

“Yeah, Saturday.” Was all he said while you walked away. Draco smiled widely to himself as he watched you walk away. He couldn’t deny that he was excited, he mentally planned the whole day in his head as he walked back to the Slytherin common room. And you cursed at yourself. How could you possibly be discreet about a date with Draco? You didn’t know how you would do it but you convinced yourself that you would.

[ihavetoomanythoughts3]

literally every single one of your WIP titles brought me so much joy and I want to know everything...

but we'll start easy with just one 😆

-Why do I write

Do tell!

Ahhhhh that one 😭😭😭

So I’m in this program for Cretaive Eroting. To get to audition, you had to bring a portfolio of 4 works. I brought (among other things) an except of a story I was working on.

This is what I submitted:

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“When I was little, I was always told not to go into the woods behind the house. I was told all sorts of stories to keep me from going in. There were bears, there was a bloody tent. All sorts of stories. It was a good strategy. I’m older now, and I still don’t like those woods.

On that particular day, I looked up at the trees looming overhead. ‘We should go in there.’ My friend interrupted my thoughts.

‘In the woods?’ I asked. ‘Are you crazy?’

‘Oh, c’mon Alexa.’ Mary said, her eyes alight with that dangerous curiosity of hers. ‘Don’t tell me you’ve never wanted to go in.’

Mary had always been more reckless than me. She wanted to do everything, not thinking of the consequences until after. I wish I had more of that. ‘I mean…’

‘Exactly! So why don’t we go in?’

‘We’ll get in trouble, Mary.’

‘So?’ She questioned, ‘Live a little Alexa! We can’t still do everything our parents tell us, can we?’

‘I suppose not…’

Mary grabbed my hand and pulled me to the path of worn-down grass. ‘Has someone been here?’ I asked, ‘It looks like someone’s been here.’

Mary ignored me, dragging me in further. The further we went, the thicker the trees got. I could’ve sworn it got darker, the air heavier, the animals a loud cacophony as if to warn us of coming danger. I shoved down all those feelings. After all, Mary’s never been wrong before.

Mary turned to me and smiled. ‘See Lex? It’s not so scary here, is it?’ At the silence full of my hesitation, she sighed. ‘Look around, Lex, and tell me if this looks scary.’

I cast my gaze around the glade. The sun was shining again, with its light littering atop the babbling brook. The grass was bright, and the animals were quiet, aside from the birds, that were twittering softly. I watched the light hit something in the stream, causing a rainbow of colors to be cast in the river. I smiled softly.

‘Yeah, Mar, you’re right.’ My voice grew softer still, ‘This is beautiful.’

Mary’s smile mirrored my own. ‘This can be our spot, Lex. We’ll have picnics, and we can come out at night, watch the stars, and we can make memories here that’ll last us a lifetime.’

Mary’s energy was always infectious. ‘We’ve always wanted a spot.’ My voice was soft where hers was full of excitement.

Her expression softened, thinking of how we would be going our separate ways for high school. ‘We’ll always have this now, Alexa. Even when we go off to high school. It’ll be ours, and ours only.’

I moved to hug her, but then the forest went quiet. The birds stopped chirping; I swear even the water stopped. There was a rustling in the trees behind Mary. ‘Lex?’ Mary’s eyes searched my face.

I shushed her. ‘I think there’s someone here.’

‘Alexa, it’s okay. No one’s here except us, and even if-’

I knew she heard it too, the rustling. It was louder this time, closer. I could almost make out a shape in the trees. It was moving closer. I felt myself start to freeze up. The shape wasn’t a shape, it was a person, a man. He was just inside of the shadows when I saw the gun he had, heard the safety click off-”

I broke off. “I’m sorry, Officer,” I said to the woman in front of me, my voice thick with unshed tears. “May I have a moment?”

She looked at me sympathetically. “Of course, sweetie. Take your time. Do you need some water?”

I nodded.

As she left, I heard two officers outside whispering, whispering about me. How I ran into the police station. How I was sobbing and covered in blood. She walked back in and handed me a cup of water. I took a drink, more to steady myself than anything else.

“You need a break?” The kind-faced officer asked.

“No ma’am. Where was I?”

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So I put this into a word document after my submission and then promptly titled it “Why do I write”. I got INTENSE writers block surrounding it both during and after my portfolio was being worked on. (To this day I’ve only worked on it twice more) It will probably sit there until my teacher drags me to the computer to work on it. 😭

[midnight0stars]

Angels in Flight Ch 21 - Xigbar x Fem!Reader

NSFW

Words: 1896

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You rested your head against your arms, gazing out the tower’s window to the fireflies dancing below in the moonlight. Their golden glow reflected off the babbling brook and colored the flowers scattered along the water’s edge. It was an ethereal sight, one that helped calm the restlessness inside you. 

“Couldn’t sleep?” Xigbar asked from behind you. 

You gasped softly, looking over your shoulder to see the moonlight casting over his shirtless silhouette. The surprise melted into a soft smile as he sat down beside you. “I didn’t even hear you get up,” you said softly. “I hope I didn’t wake you.”

“Nah, well sort of.” He shrugged, yawning. You stifled a giggle at his adorable sleepy state. It was such a rare thing to see. “Went to feel you up and all I got was a fist full of blanket.”

“Sorry to disappoint,” you replied with a quiet chuckle, your face warming. 

He chuckled along with you, smirking as his gaze danced over you. “So…what’s going on in that pretty head of yours?”

It did your heart good to hear him use that phrase again—just like before. Despite it, your smile fell slightly, your brows knitting together. Fingers brushed across your cheek, pushing back your hair. You leaned into his touch, your eyes sliding shut. 

“It’s a lot to get used to,” you whispered. “Having a heart.”

Xigbar hummed, his thumb grazing your cheek. It was different having him be so quiet and tender, something you only ever really got to see in the quiet moments on sleepless nights like tonight. 

You slid your hand over his and kissed his palm, before confessing, “I wish you were able to have yours.”

You said it so quietly, you wondered if he heard you as he didn’t reply right away. Your eyes fluttered open and you saw him looking out the window. A weariness weighed heavily across his features. His usual confident stature was slumped and the scars across his skin appeared more prominent under the moonlight.

Was this the man he was always hiding?

Endless layers of secrets concealed behind a cocky smirk and enticing words. You ran your hand along his forearm, giving him a subtle squeeze. The affection caused the slightest smile to tip his mouth and he drifted his gaze downwards. 

“I don’t know, Hot Stuff,” he muttered. “Sometimes it’s easier without one.”

You swallowed, a mixture of emotions swelling from his words. Sliding your hand back up to his, you gently grabbed his wrist and led it towards your chest. He watched with a quirked up brow, a snarky comment seemingly on the tip of his tongue, but he remained quiet. You pressed his palm above your breasts, against your heart. Even through his hand, you could feel it beating. Xigbar looked at his hand, then up at you. 

“If you wanted me to touch your tits—”

“I want you to feel my heart,” you interrupted him in a rush, your entire body warming. “Though, maybe later you can touch my…um, my tits.”

Xigbar’s smirk cracked into a grin and you averted your gaze. “Alright, alright,” he chuckled, rubbing his thumb against your chest. “I’m all ears.”

You opened your mouth to talk, then crumbled into a breathy laugh, your head hanging forward. 

“Did I ruin it?” he asked, making your laugh fuller. 

“No,” you assured him, wiping at the corner of your eyes. You leaned forward and met your lips together. “I didn’t have anything worth saying anyway.”

“I seriously doubt that,” he mumbled before sliding his hand behind your neck and kissing you deeper. 

You sighed into his mouth, your heart bursting with life at the feel of his lips moving against yours. That’s what you wanted him to feel. What you only felt a fraction of as a Nobody. The thing you desperately wanted to never end. 

Your lips parted and breathless gasps filled the air between you. 

“I love you,” you breathed out and Xigbar grinned, kissing you again with a lingering kiss that made you softly whine with need. 

“I think I do too, Hot Stuff,” he replied with a low voice just loud enough for you to hear. 

You expected that sentiment to make your heart nearly explode, but instead a warmth enveloped you and in that moment, you could only describe it as being finally home. 

“Let’s get you back to bed.” Xigbar mumbled, kissing along your jaw. 

You let out a soft sigh, nodding as your eyes fluttered shut. “Y-yes, please.”

You didn’t even have to get up as Xigbar swept you up off the ground and carried you across the room. The cold sheets of the bed greeted you, grateful for your warmth on the cold night. Xigbar climbed over you, his lips trailing your neck as he laid you down completely. 

“You know what?” he murmured into your ear and you could only whine in question. “I couldn’t stop thinking about you on my last mission.”

“Y-Yeah?” you asked, your back arching and hands trailing up his back, feeling his scars beneath your fingertips. 

“Kept hearing your little moans in the back of my mind,” he replied, his hand trailing up your side to your breast. He squeezed it in his hand, making you moan. He hummed approvingly, his voice rumbling through you. “That’s the one.”

“I-I’ve thought—” you gasped, rolling your hips but you couldn’t reach his, “—about y-you touching me. Almost… almost every night.”

He groaned in your ear, lowering his body to be completely on top of you. His cock rubbed against your thigh and even through the fabric of his pants, you could feel how hard and wet it was. 

“And what would fantasy me do?” he asked, pulling back just enough for you to see his smirk. 

Your breath left you, despite the way your body warmed and tingled from your fingertips down to your thighs. “A-Anything he wanted,” you stammered out breathlessly. 

His smirk grew into a grin. “Anything, huh?”

You barely had the chance to nod before Xigbar’s hand pressed between your legs. A gasping moan broke out of you and Xigbar chuckled. He lifted off of you and you immediately missed his warmth. His fingers hooked the sides of your pants and you lifted your hips without question, lost in a trance. The fabric tugged off and Xigbar tossed it away before pushing apart your legs. The cool night air rushed against your wet folds, making you shiver. You looked up at Xigbar, seeing the glint of his golden eye as it danced over you. His hands slid along your legs, taking his time and savoring the moment. 

Blush burned through you. There was something exhilarating about being so exposed for him to see. Anyone else and you would be mortified. Xigbar though. The mere thought of it got you wet on lonely nights. 

He shook his head, breathily laughing. “I don’t think I’ll ever get used to a sight like this.”

You giggled, leaning up on your elbows. He met you halfway and leaned forward, kissing you for a lingering moment before pulling away and trailing his lips along your legs. Your head slung back, feeling his breath get closer and closer to your clit. His hot tongue slid along your folds in a long drawn out lick and your entire body shuddered with a wave of deep pleasure. You fell limply onto your back, whining and toes curling as Xigbar continued with slow, deliberate flicks. 

A finger pressed past your entrance, your nerves igniting with a resounding throb that so dearly missed his touch. 

“Fuck, Xigbar,” you groaned, your back arching and hands gripping the comforter. 

His laugh rumbled through you, making you shiver. He quickened his pace, the sounds of his lips smacking and his fingers sliding in and out of you mixed with your moans and whimpers. Your legs wrapped around his back, desperately pulling him closer. He took you in greedily, his free hand gripping your hip, holding you in place as the rest of your body convulsed and twitched with every flick of his tongue. 

It didn’t take long until you cried out, every muscle in your body spasming with euphoria. Xigbar groaned, suckling your clit as you came against his tongue. Just as your voice dissipated into gasping breaths, he lifted from between your legs and climbed back over you. He kissed along your neck, his finger sliding out of your pussy and idly circling your folds. You whined, still lost in a trance even after your orgasm. 

“Was it something like that, Hot Stuff?” he asked, his voice low and breathy. 

You swallowed hard, nodding. “E-Even better.”

He hummed, licking your ear. “You think you’ll think about that next time?”

“Y-Yeah,” you admitted and he chuckled. 

“Good.”

Your hips jerked against his hand and you bit your lip. Xigbar smirked against your neck and he pulled back and rested his head against yours. His finger teasingly circled your clit, then your entrance. 

“You going to cum for me again?” he asked. 

You whined, your hips rolling. 

“Yeah, that’s right Babe,” he murmured, his own hips rolling against your side, his cock rubbing against your thigh. “Cum for me.”

“Xigbar,” you sighed, your head rolling back. Your hand gripped his shoulder, your nails digging into him, but that only spurred him further. 

Even with just his fingers, your body was so alight, every little movement sent you reeling. The rush washed over you in a wave and you gasped, your back arching entirely off the bed. Xigbar’s heavy breaths matched yours as he watched you cum, his cock leaving precum against your thigh. Just as the wave settled, his slicked fingers left your clit and he rolled you onto your side. 

“X-Xig—” you started to ask in a near delirious slur, before his cock slid inside you. “Ooooh fuck…”

Xigbar’s hot breath panted against your back. One arm wrapped tightly around your waist, pressing you against him as he slid in and out of you. His other hand slid up your body, squeezing your tits, then wrapping around your neck. You slung back your head, completely lost in him. Your hands grabbed him anywhere they could, desperate to bring him closer. He groaned against your skin, his cock deep inside of you over and over again. 

“Y/N,” you heard him mutter your name amidst a slew of curses and words you couldn’t fully understand between the sound of your bodies meeting together and your own gasping moans. 

His hand slid down from his neck, and pressed hard against your chest where your heart pounded strongly. Xigbar bit down on the back of your shoulder and you cried out from a mixture of pain and ecstasy. His hips jerked forward, his body tightening. You could feel his cum spilling inside of you and you whined with subdued throbs of pleasure.

Both of your heavy breaths filled the suddenly quiet air. Beaded sweat covered both of your bodies, only now allowing the night’s chill to affect it. Xigbar’s grip on you loosened and he silently prompted you to turn around to face him. You breathlessly smiled, meeting his grin before you kissed him for a lingering moment. 

“I wish it could always be like this,” you whispered. 

Xigbar smirked. “Who knows, Hot Stuff? Maybe someday it will be.”

[zablife]

Hi! I was inspired by the game I saw you create a few weeks ago (I can’t find the link for it, sorry!) where you send people a GIF for them to use as creative inspiration for either a blurb, headcannon, moodboard or one shot or fic whenever they choose!

This can sit in your inbox for months and months if you wish, the idea of this is just to be there for when you feel as though you need some inspiration for something creative and just want to have a bit of fun or get the brain into a creative place! Please don’t feel any pressure to use this I just thought it might be quite a nice thing to use when you’re in the mood to write but aren’t sure what!

I hope you enjoy this and have fun with it! X

Ty for the ask Aimee! I love getting these. This went a bit dark at the end so I understand if you don't care to read dark!Tommy. However, if you do, I hope you enjoy what I did with it!

The Safe

Your hands trembled as you turned the dial of the safe. The sweat from your palm causing you to lose your grasp momentarily and spin the dial a quarter turn too far. You sat back on your heels, sighing deeply in frustration as you glanced at the clock ticking away precious minutes you needed to escape. Pushing the fringe from your eyes with the back of your hand you began again with renewed determination, thinking only of your objective. Get the cash and get out.

Attempting to banish all fear, you thought of happier times. You pictured a field with your favorite wildflowers and the sounds of a babbling brook in the distance. Concentrating on nothing but your freedom from the mud and smoke, you felt the lock pop open. The satisfying click as the door swung toward you made the fresh air of the country seem so real you could taste it. You reached in, grabbing a stack of cash and stuffed it down the front of your dress hurriedly.

As you adjusted it, your other hand shot out for more money, greed overwhelming you. Tommy had kept you here too long and now he would pay. He could certainly afford it. You found yourself growing angry, too distracted to hear the scuff of heavy boots on the floorboards behind you.

"Fuckin hell," a low, raspy voice called out from the doorway and you froze. Tommy paced the floor before you, stopping only to light a cigarette as your eyes tracked him. His body held no outward signs of tension, but his blue eyes swirled with a quiet anger more terrifying than any fit of rage.

"When Arthur said it was you, I didn't believe him. Thought it was the booze and the snow making him paranoid," he said holding his cigarette out to consider it.

You stood quickly, holding a hand to your chest. "I tried to tell you. Tried to tell Polly, but no one would listen," you said, tears pricking your eyes.

"So what, you thought you'd help yourself to me cash safe? Is that it?" Tommy squinted at you, taking a step closer to loom over you threateningly.

You twisted your hands together, willing them not to shake along with your voice as you answered, "I thought I'd go back home to the country and breathe fresh air again." You held your chin high, proud that you'd stood up for yourself no matter what he would do to you now.

Tommy took a long drag, then blew the smoke into your face. You choked, leaning forward to heave for breath and Tommy reached into your cleavage roughly, pulling the stack of bills from your dress. He ripped the seams with his force, leaving you partially exposed to him and as he tucked the money into his jacket pocket, he leered at you.

You couldn't hold the tears in any longer as he pulled you toward him by the back of your neck. Hissing in your ear, "This is your home. You. Belong. To. Me." With every word his grip on you tightened, fingertips bruising your throat before he tossed you away.

[a-world-of-whimsy-5]

Hi M!💛

For Tulkas Week, I'd like to humbly request Tulkas x Oromë with the hunting and/or horseback riding prompt. Also smut (🍋) pretty please~

Maybe they decide to go on a hunting trip together, take a break and accidents happen or they make a bet who can catch more prey and the winner gets to choose a prize? The choice is yours, my friend~

Thank you!💛

How about a little bit of everything thrown together? *Cracks knuckles*

“Beneath twilit skies”

Pairing: Tulkas x Oromë | Location: Forests of Middle Earth | Prompts: Horseback riding/Hunting

Themes: Smut (Graphic)

Warnings: Losing a wager | Teasing/Banter | Hunting | Use of bows and arrows | Explicit language | Dirty talk | Submissive Oromë | Praise kink | Kissing | Oral | Sex in a forest | Sex in an unusual location | Penetrative sex | Cream pie

Word count: 2.3K words

Summary: Tulkas and Oromë take off to the forests of Middle Earth after making a wager.

Minors DNI | 18+ | You are responsible for the media you consume

Tulkas reached the far end of a winding path and teased, "You are too slow, Arōmēz."

Oromë rode up to him and rewarded his smug grin with an icy glare. He reined Nahar around Tulkas and reached down to stroke the steed's velvety, beaten silver neck when it pawed at the earth and snorted sharply, as if sensing his master’s displeasure. Tulkas chuckled and took a step back. 

"Nahar is as surly as you sometimes," he observed with an amused glint in his eye. "It makes me think the two of you are more suited for each other than you and me."

Anger flared in the hunter’s face. "Jest all you want. By the time this hunt is over, I will be the one cackling in mirth."

"I admire your confidence." Tulkas glanced at him playfully. He readied himself for another sprint, this time after espying another path leading to their oft-used hunting grounds. "But you will have to outdo me first!"

Before Oromë could say another word, Tulkas turned sharply on his heel and ran. He stared, his mouth agape, while Tulkas hooted even as he disappeared into the shadows. Muttering to himself, he gave Nahar the lightest touch with his knees, and the horse took off, breaking into an all-out gallop before long. Oromë was determined. Tulkas would not get the best of him again!

They raced, hunter and warrior, beneath twilit skies and through winding paths lined with thick, ancient trees. Nahar was fast, but Tulkas was faster. Oromë would lose sight of him more than once before he found him again on another path. How easily Tulkas could outrun a steed such as Nahar infuriated him! Oromë rode on, searching for Tulkas and where he would appear next. 

The path seemed to go on for an age. And yet, there was no sign of Tulkas. Oromë swore under his breath repeatedly. There would be no living with Tulkas after this, and there was also the little matter of their wager. Tulkas insisted he was the better hunter. Oromë thought otherwise. This hunting trip was to put their claim to the test.

"You truly are too slow for your own good, Arōmēz!" Tulkas cried from behind a thicket of trees. 

Oromë reined Nahar to a stop and listened. At first, there were the sounds of a babbling brook and owls hooting in the distance. He then heard a fox sniffing around the wet leaves. A twig snapped. The fox was startled and ran. Oromë knew the cause. Something, or, to be more precise, someone large, was near. He dug his heels into Nahar’s sides, a wide grin spreading across his face, while his steed leaped over the trunk of a fallen tree and galloped around pine and fir and birch. His eyes flew wide when he caught sight of a familiar fall of spun gold hair. 

"Still think I’m too slow, Astaldo?" He called out as he flew past Tulkas. 

Tulkas grinned and took off once more, shouting gleefully as he raced to keep up with Oromë. The sounds of laughter and golden hooves tearing up the soft earth rattled around the trees. Oromë looked over his shoulder, back to where Tulkas was. He cursed repeatedly, for Tulkas was gaining on him. He urged Nahar to run faster. 

Their efforts were in vain. Tulkas overtook them yet again, speeding ahead in a blur of ruddy skin and golden hair. Oromë howled in frustration. By the time the race ended and he pulled Nahar to a stop, they were at their campsite, and Tulkas was already there, flashing that familiar, self-satisfied smile of his. Heat bloomed in Oromë’s core when he saw that smile. It was one of his few weaknesses, seeing Tulkas smile. Tulkas knew it as well. He grinned broadly and winked at Oromë.

"Now," Tulkas said, and made his way over to a tree stump. "I believe there is the matter of our little wager."

Oromë huffed and dismounted in one swift move. He removed the bundles they had brought, Nahar’s saddle, his bridle. The horse whinnied at them and trotted further away to crop new grass.

"Yes. The wager." Oromë avoided Tulkas’ gaze. He did not want him to see the color staining his cheeks. "Whoever hunts the least will have to serve the victor in every way they desire."

"Ahh, yes." Tulkas sat with his back to the stump and stretched his legs on the forest floor. "It is something I always look forward to—you serving me." He suppressed a hearty giggle when Oromë dropped the bundle he held and sputtered. "How shall we start, oh lord of the forests?"

An hour later, after they had arranged their tent, they made their way around trees that stood still like silent sentinels and watched them. Oromë knew these forests like the back of his hand. Before Tulkas came to Arda, Oromë had hunted beneath its trees, chasing the fell beasts that tried to destroy all that was good and beautiful and full of light. 

There would be no fell beasts to slay this time. They were merely hunting. And Tulkas was determined to distract Oromë in whatever way he thought possible. It started innocently enough. Tulkas would crouch closer than he should to the other Vala. Sometimes, he was so close that Oromë could feel his warm breath fanning around his cheek. Other times, it would be a hand brushing lightly against his sleeve, a crude joke whispered in his ear, or an inviting smile. Oromë fought hard to compose himself. He drew an arrow, nocked it without a second thought, and took a deep breath. He waited and waited, until a deer came into his sight. A second deep breath, and the clean, fresh scent of Tulkas’ skin ensnared his senses. Oromë closed his eyes. All he could think about was Tulkas and that heady scent coming off his skin. He then shook his head, determined that he would not be distracted.

Tulkas had seen. He persisted in his scheme to make Oromë falter. His arm brushed against a woolen sleeve. Oromë stumbled. He let go of the string, only for the arrow to fly over the deer’s head in a perfect arc and strike a tree. Oromë rose and glowered while the deer ran into the darkness. 

"You are determined to win, yes?" He hissed in cold fury.

Tulkas smirked and stood up. "Of course I am. Surely you, of all people, should know that I always aim to win."

Oromë strode towards the tree to retrieve his arrow. "There is no honor in trickery."

"True, but the rewards are worth it," Tulkas replied teasingly, his hands on his hips. He became serious when he saw that Oromë was less than pleased with him. "Please do not be angry with me, Arōmēz. You know I meant no harm."

Oromë sighed and slumped against the bark of the tree. "I know. But it is unnerving how you always manage to invade my every thought." 

Tulkas walked over and took him into a loose embrace. "I thought you enjoyed it," he began gravely, his lips a hair’s breadth over Oromë’s own. "Me invading your every thought. And that sweet mouth of yours. And your perfectly formed a…"

Oromë's cheeks were ablaze. He interrupted Tulkas before he could go any further and said, "You are up to your tricks again, Astaldo."

"Perhaps." Tulkas shrugged nonchalantly. "Is it working?"

"Perhaps." Oromë hoped the cool forest air would dampen the warmth beneath his skin.

"Oh?" Tulkas arched a brow, his lips now brushing over Oromë’s. He breathed in his companion’s air and grew dizzy. "Then what can I do to turn that perhaps into a yes?"

Oromë’s cheeks blazed from within. "We are beneath the stars. Another hunter could come upon us and…"

"Has the risk of discovery stopped us before?" Tulkas tilted his head to the side.

Oromë slid his arms around Tulkas’ shoulders. "It has not," he admitted. "But we have not yet found a victor for our little wager."

"I won the race, did I not?" Tulkas had a wolfish gleam in his eyes. "That should count for something."

"It does, yes."

"Then you must do whatever I tell you to do, yes?"

The warmth spreading beneath his skin now turned into an inferno. "What… what do you have in mind, Astaldo?"

"This," Tulkas said before possessing Oromë’s lips with his own.

Oromë shivered and came apart with just that kiss. Goosebumps prickled all over when Tulkas' thick, bristly beard brushed over his skin. He drew a ragged breath and closed his eyes. Tulkas cupped his cheek and slipped in his tongue. His other hand slipped beneath Oromë's belly, found that place between his thighs. A single caress was all it took to draw out his name. It came out in a whisper. 

Astaldo.

His name. Just his. It fed the sparks that came to life within him and made his own cock throb. 

"Come," he invited, taking Oromë’s hand. 

Oromë said nothing while Tulkas led him back down a familiar path to their camp. And it was here, beneath a twilit sky, that Tulkas helped Oromë rid himself of his garments before freeing himself from his own. He went to a bundle by the tent and rummaged through it, not stopping until he found what he was looking for. When he returned, he held a crystal bottle full of ointment in one hand and a thick pelt in the other. He placed them on the grass, then took Oromë into his arms.

The kiss that followed was all fire and hunger and need. Tulkas soon grew drunk on Oromë’s soft cries, his wanton pleas. Touch me here, he would say. And here. And here. Please, Astaldo. Please. 

It was not enough. The sinfulness of his lips was not enough. His shameless pleas were not enough. Tulkas craved the glory of Oromë’s body, for more than whimpers, mewls, pleas. He then commanded, "Kneel."

Oromë gracefully sank to his knees without a second thought, opening his mouth without hesitation.

"Look at you," Tulkas said, his lips tugging at the corners. "Hungry for my cock already, just like the greedy little slut that you are. Now stay just like that."

Their eyes met. Tulkas stroked Oromë's cheek, slid his cock into the wet heat of his mouth. He drank in the sight of soft lips growing slick and swollen with each thrust, the mossy green eyes that lit up with his praise. That was another weakness. Oromë could never get enough of being praised. And Tulkas showered him with it. 

"You are doing so well." 

"There, just like that."

"Your lips are perfect around my cock."

"I love it when you swirl your tongue like that."

Oromë was eager to do more. So much more. But Tulkas had other plans. He drew back and spread the pelt next to them, pushing Oromë onto it after he had finished. Tulkas grinned down at him when he turned onto his stomach without being asked to do so. It had always been like this, ever since their first coupling. Tulkas would command, and Oromë would yield. It humbled him to know his beloved, a mighty hunter who bowed his head to no one, would readily submit to him, and him alone.

"Eager." Tulkas settled on his knees and reached for the bottle, spilling its contents onto an impatient hand and applying it over his length. Oromë shook when skilled, practiced fingers pushed more of that ointment inside him, preparing him for what was about to happen. He braced himself when Tulkas lifted his hips and entered him as gently as he could manage. 

"Fuck, you feel amazing," Tulkas growled when Oromë clenched from his intrusion. "Take it all for me. I know you can." 

One deep breath led to another, and another, and another. Oromë moaned with pleasure when Tulkas filled him slowly, inch by glorious inch. He propped himself on his elbows, shivering when a familiar pair of hands glided all over his shoulders and back.

Tulkas pulled back, then pushed in again. Oromë cried out with each thrust, when shock and lust and desire struck him like well-aimed arrows. He was lost in a haze, yielding to the dark demands of his body. Tulkas grabbed a hold of his hair and tugged hard on it. He cried out, thought not out of pain. A tightness gathered in his belly. 

"Hurry!" The demand came out like a sob. "Hurry!"

Hurry, Oromë had said. He was going to finish with this one act alone. That was not what Tulkas wanted. He grabbed Oromë’s hips and drove himself as deep as he could, pulsing and falling apart with a silent cry, his orgasm deep and forceful and so satisfying at the same time. Tulkas nearly toppled over. Nearly. He took a moment to compose himself, and bring himself to an even keel. 

"You did so well." Tulkas shifted away from Oromë and helped him onto his back. He dipped his head, eager to taste. "Let me reward you now."

Oromë surrendered again, brushing his hand over golden hair, straining against the wild demands of Tulkas' mouth. With each swirl of the tongue, with each stroke of the hand, he began to feel something, like waves rolling in to drag him under. He could not think. All he could do was allow himself to be pulled under, to drown in the wild euphoria that surged through him in quick, intoxicating ripples. He emptied himself and went still after one final shudder.

It was good. Everything felt so good. Tulkas swallowed every last drop before kissing his way back to Oromë’s lips. His own left a damp trail all over exposed flesh. 

"You were incredible, Arōmēz." Tulkas rolled off him and settled on his side. Oromë curled beside him. Stray locks of dark hair were brushed out of his eyes. Tulkas propped himself up on his elbow. "Is there anything I can do for you? Anything at all?" 

"Yes," Oromë said, shifting enough to look up at him. "Do not try to distract me again when we hunt." 

tags: @asianbutnotjapanese @wandererindreams

[nagaficat]

"Did you think I'd forgotten?" His breath fogged warm against the shell of her ear – she wasn't difficult to sneak up on, had scarce needed to learn such a skill. What had been more of a challenge was finding her alone, away from prying eyes – for all of Lord Arvis's complaints, his Deir had no dearth of close friends, and she had had such attention lavished on her in the last few days that it would have been easy to forget that she was not empress here, merely Deirdre. 

But, he had watched, and he had bidden his time – a struggle, for anyone who had known him, to such a degree that surely they might not have believed – until one day, in the high afternoon when all the monastery was buzzing with docile inactivity. She had walked through the corridor where he lay in wait, and his fingers clasped gentle around her elbow, tugging her into the alcove with him. 

Sigurd grinned. "I'd like to show you something." 

He had tugged her, pressing a finger to his lips then hers in shush, winking as he led her to the stables where his horse waited, prepared with blanket and basket. Scooping her up by her waist and depositing her atop its back, he mounted, and they rode off into the late afternoon. 

When they arrived, Sigurd hopped down and helped Deirdre from her seat, bringing her hands to cover her eyes. "You mustn't look, not just yet. Promise me?" 

Grin wide enough to split his face, he tugged her by the elbow, the wafting perfume of wildflowers enveloping them the farther they ventured in until, halting them, he positioned Deirdre just so, facing the gently babbling brook, veiled in dappled sunlight just as she had been the first time he had laid eyes on her. 

"All right. You may look." Setting down the basket that he had packed for their picnic, a supper of fine foraged goods, of bread and honey and dark wine, he leaned in quite close, eyes trained on each line of her face. "Is it not just like your Spirit Forest?" 

Her birthday had come and passed, filled with well wishes from her friends and family and students alike. It had been a lovely day but she could not keep herself from noticing that something was missing. Arvis had kept her busy and feeling loved and she was glad for each moment he spent showering her with his affections but her mind kept wandering to someone else. Someone who had not come to find her at all, not even for a smile and quick well wishing.

Would he truly continue to avoid her like this on her birthday of all days?

It is not until a few days later that he finds her, pulls her close, and whispers in her ear. She had worried he had forgotten. There is quite a bit that he no longer remembers. But he is here now and all is right.

"Lord Sig--" A finger presses over her lips and she giggles, nipping playfully at the tip of his finger. But she hushes and allows him to lead, following him all the way to the stables. She has classes to teach, Lord Arvis will be wondering where his wife has gone, but none of that matters at this moment. Lord Sigurd is here and he wants to be with her again. She trusts him and allows him to take her where he will.

"What do you have planned?" Deirdre cannot keep from grinning. He has clearly been planning something and putting quite a bit of effort into it. She covers her eyes and keeps them covered though her excitement threatens to take over and cause her to take a peek. But she manages to contain herself, to focus on the smell of flowers, the sound of rippling water.

When she finally is allowed to open her eyes, she gasps in sheer delight. The view is picturesque and a picnic too! She wonders how long he has been planning for this. "As lonely as my life had been there before you found me, I do find myself missing my Spirit Forest. These flowers were blooming when you first declared your love to me..."

He leans in close and she leans in closer, allowing their lips to meet. He does not need to convince her to love him now. She will love him forever, give herself to him always. "This is perfect," she breathes, "will you stay here with me all day?"

[remyfire]

Redo! Assign them all an eeveelution :pleading_face:

OUGH.

This is for aesthetics, and my personal interpretations of their personalities in my personal verses, and nothing else, do not come AT me fans—

—Hawk: He gets a sylveon because he is the least cis and most fairy (affectionate) out of everyone on this list to me— But he's also one of the most loyal people you'll ever meet, and if he's Picked You, you feel like the most special fucking person in the world. So the trans pokemon who has to already be gay before you make it your best friend ofc evolves from his eevee. —Trap: Jolteon, and not JUST because of his pretty robe, thank you. He's a driving energetic force among those around him, known to bring just as much light to the others as Hawk does. Normally his skies are pretty calm, but in the moments where he turns his full wrath on something, perceiving it is incredibly terrifying. —Beej: Flareon. California sunshine boy. Golden retriever. Bringer of a smile to every face around him as often as he can. If you touch him for too long, he's liable to leave you red, blistered, burned, needing to heal. But also you can't stay away from him for long, or the world feels like it's freezing you into ice. Also he turns people pink a lot because he's handsome— —Peg: Vaporeon. An even temperament, taken to laughing as gently as a babbling brook. She's stunning on the surface, but a lot of people are willing to take her at face value and not dip beneath and see how fucking much is buried inside of her. Able to move, to weave, to change with her surroundings rather than being rigidly solid. She wears down barriers and walls and invites people to come rest by her, to let their troubles be washed away. —Margaret: Glaceon. In a narrative way, I think she would actually get unsettled if it evolved this way, if it didn't require a tool to do so—she'd wonder if she was responsible for it, and she'd be correct. Rigid, chilly to the touch but aching to melt. Every agony in her life has chipped something off her, leaving her with sharp edges. But god, she gleams. She's gorgeous. She's thawing and changing shape, and this time she gets to decide what she'll become in the aftermath. —Charles: Umbreon. He reenforces so much distance from people, stays cool, keeps them at bay, tells himself over and over and over again that he'd rather be as far removed from their light as he possibly can. But god, do they bring out the best in him, that really lovely golden gleam. I think about some of the abuse and horrors he's lived with that have forcibly changed the color of his skies. I think again about the friendship requirement for umbreon, think about how the moment Charles decides someone is His, they're hard-pressed to get him away. They just have to earn it first. —Sidney: I'm being stereotypical and giving him an espeon, but the man went to med school and fucking EARNED IT. Incredibly elegant as well, so watchful, the kind of man who is happier sticking to the edges of a scene and observing rather than wanting to be in the thick of it. He knows what you need just by looking at you. —Father Mulcahy: He gets a leafeon because we see him working in a garden but also because he's able to coax so much fucking growth out of people. He's unconfident in believing that he can help prune away areas that cause people emotional pain, but he's so fantastic at it. —Radar: He gets an eevee because he's full of potential and he just needs to believe in himself and train up a little to see it!!!!!