#its pure unadulterated silly fluff

[yallthemwitches]

“Do you do this for all your sick mates?” She asks, breaking the silence with a wry smile. He chuckles, hand still sliding against her cheek. “Only the ones who deserve it—only the ones I’m especially fond of.”

Rated T. Read under cut or on AO3

“Evans–now this is getting ridiculous.”

She clenches her eyes even more shut, keeping her body curled into a tight ball in the squashy arm chair. 

“Go away—I’m fine. Just…resting.” The effort to speak makes her head ring. “Shouldn’t you be in class anyway?”

She hears the dampened sound of footsteps and opens her eyes. James stands in front of her, tugging at his tie until it comes loose around his neck, his bag abandoned on the ground. 

“Peter told me you were up here looking like a shriveled up flobberworm,” he says plainly, “Can’t have my friends looking that bad.”

“Well, remind me to tell Peter exactly what I think he looks like next time he comes around,” she huffs, a frown too painful to muster.

It gets a smile out of him and for a moment she can look past the utter embarrassment of probably actually looking like a flobberworm. Through her pounding temples, his use of the word friend rattles around, taunting her in a way that she doesn’t have the energy nor desire to focus on. They are friends— that is a good thing. So why does it feel like a knife to her frontal lobe everytime he says it?

Her eyes blink open again to see him rolling up the sleeves of his shirt, tie now lost and the top buttons undone in a carelessly disheveled look. 

Oh, that’s why. 

“You should at least go to the hospital wing,” he chides. The good advice sounds foreign from his mouth. 

“No hospital wing,” she croaks out. “Honestly, it's just a cold. I need to just sleep it off…”

A sharp chill runs through her chest and she shudders her body closer, burrowing her face into her knees. The fire next to her crackles warmly, but it’s like someone has put a shielding charm on it— all she can feel is the cold hollowness of the castle. 

“Alright, suit yourself.”

Something resembling warmth slides under her and pulls her up out of the chair. Body going into panic mode, she begins to squirm in his arms, trying and failing to push against his chest and back into the chair.

“James, put me down. I’m disgusting–my nose is running.” 

“Nah, you’re not disgusting,” he says with full sincerity, “just sick.” His arms tighten around her and she abandons all hope to be released, taking advantage of the opportunity to be cradled against him. 

“We both know you won’t make it even two steps up to the girls dorm anyhow,” she adds, weakly. Playing a battle of wits with him on a normal day was exhausting enough, but with a fever it seemed downright unfair.

“Good thing I’m not going to the girls' dorm then.”

He turns his body in the other direction and starts climbing the steps to the boys’ dorm, having a far too easy time managing to carry her up such a cramped, spiral staircase. On the landing, he kicks open the door to the dorm room, all the boy’s bed curtains open and vacant besides leftover candy wrappers and bits of parchment. 

“The lads are out in classes until at least dinner,” he sets her down on her feet but she holds onto his arm for balance, woozy from the blood rushing back to her body. “--and even so, I’ll tell them to shove off if they happen to try to skive off a class.”

Still holding onto his arm, he leads her over to his bedside. It’s not a place she hasn’t seen before: since fifth Remus would sometimes invite her up to listen to records and now in more recent months she would come up to join in whatever antics they were up to—but to get in his bed? If her body had the leftover energy to make her cheeks burn, she would have been on fire. 

“You want me to sleep here?” She whispers, eyes darting around his space. None of the boys other than Remus had made their beds and looking down at the pulled back duvet she could imagine him clearly —sitting up with impossibly messy hair and eyes still full of sleep, stretching his arms over his head and yawning with some t-shirt on—or no shirt at all…

Suddenly everything went from freezing to blazing hot. 

James blinks, brow crinkling. “Well, I guess you could sleep in someone else’s bed but I think it would be better to ask–”

Her head jerks up to find his face dangerously close. Too close when she’s probably pale as a ghost and full of mucus and just a friend.

“No–sorry. That’s not what I meant. I’m not trying to be some kind of goldilocks…”

“Goldi—what?”

Suddenly, succumbing to sickness seemed awfully appealing. “Nothing, I’m delirious.”

“Right.” His brow furrows and his eyes scan over her face for a moment. “Is this ok then? It’s just that you said you didn’t want to go to the hospital wing and–”

“It’s fine. Really. It’s honestly too kind of you.” She means it, though she doesn’t have the energy to imbue her words with exactly how much. 

His face softens, a triumphant smile breaking onto his face. “It’s nothing. You can use my bed anytime—now, off you go.”

He leads her to sit and contemplate the most loaded statement she’s ever heard. 

Acting as though offering his sleeping quarters is as natural as sharing a quill, he goes over to his wardrobe and starts pulling out drawers, hands fishing through pieces of fabric.

“So what will it be? Socks I presume? Maybe something more comfortable to sleep in?”

She can’t tell if he’s talking to himself or not. The room starts to go fuzzy again and she wishes she still had his arm to hold onto. 

“Er–I have socks thanks.”

He turns around, holding thick, Gryffindor socks that are three sizes too big for her. 

“Yeah, but do you have quidditch grade, comfy, wool socks?” He tosses them in her direction and she just barely makes the catch. 

“Really, you’re doing too much I’m fine with—”

He pulls out a shirt and holds it up to inspect. She immediately recognizes it as his quidditch jersey from last year, the words quidditch captain not yet emblazoned on the front, but his name still written in gold lettering across the chest. It happens so quick she could have dreamed it, but his eyes shift from the jersey to her, a smattering of red starting to appear on his cheeks. 

“Ah, maybe…something else.” He mutters to himself, quickly stowing it away back into the drawer. Moments later, he pulls out a Montrose Magpie t-shirt and gives it a once over before walking it over to her in outstretched arms. 

“Here you are. Can’t say I have the coziest of things, but it’s better than wearing a bloody tie.”

She takes it with a quiet thanks. The burning feeling of being in his room now gone, the unbearable chill from downstairs starts to creep back into her bones. Wanting desperately to be horizontal and under covers as soon as possible, she starts shucking off her tie and unbuttoning her shirt without care, only one button in before she realizes that James’ eyes are zeroed in on the act, completely blown out and frozen on her fingers. 

“Uhm,” she murmurs and he snaps out of it, turning his body so fast that she would have surely fallen over if their roles were reversed. 

“Ah sorry!” He calls, now facing the wall. “I er–just wasn’t expecting that.” He continues to stare away from her, hands on his hips and leaning forward slightly as though he might be in pain. She continues to change, taking off her uniform and pulling the oversized shirt over her head. It’s long enough to cover down to her upper thigh, but she climbs under the covers anyway before letting him know the coast is clear. When he turns around again, he looks bashful—a full bloom of red covering his cheeks as his eyes naturally fall to the pile of her clothes on the floor.

“Feels better, thanks,” she calls out.

“Yeah…’course.”

With her head on a pillow, her body gets taken over by illness. The aches, the booming feeling in her head, the shivering cold all working together to make her want to disappear from the world entirely. From beyond the screen of her fever, she feels the edge of the bed dip from weight and can just barely make out the sound of his voice, talking low with someone else. 

“Yeah—she’s really unwell ...found her in the common room and she refused to go to Poppy…no, just tell everyone else to give her some space and maybe if you pass by pick up something for her to eat when she wakes—otherwise I’ll go in a bit….”

She hears the garbled responses of another voice, but they sound distant, as though coming from a telephone receiver. 

“...don’t be disgusting mate, she’s sick,” she hears James say, his voice flustered. “I’d do it for you too y’know….”

She misses the final exchanges, feeling the lull of sleep attempting to beat out the frigid feeling that continues to circle her like her own private blizzard. 

The loss of his weight on the bed rouses her again as he gets up. Her body reacts immediately, an endless chant of no no no spiraling through her. 

“Stay,” she calls out. From across the room his movement stalls. 

“It’s so bloody cold—I can’t stand it. Can you please just stay,” she tries again in earnest. There’s no response other than a padding of feet towards the bed, then the press of his weight now next to her. 

“You’re cold?” He murmurs, concerned. “ I have the fire running, but I can get more blankets—just give me…”

“No,” she says harder than before. She must be delirious, completely absolutely mental. There’s no other explanation for it, but the words bubble out anyhow.

“Can you just–come here?”

She scoots herself over on the bed, making just enough room to make her intention clear. She hears him swallow hard and the sound of his glasses landing on the bedside table before feeling something solid and warm press flush against her back. 

“Of course,” he says softly and arms wrap around her. She grabs onto them to hold them even tighter, wishing she could just melt into him where evidently all the warmth in the whole world has been hiding from her. His heart hammers at her back and she hears herself give a soft shhh to it–acting as though he is the one needing the comfort rather than her. 

“Is this ok?” He whispers. His lips are so close to her ear that his breath tickles her skin, but she is already drifting away, the sharp pain of cold subsiding and being filled with a delightful, encompassing warmth. The constant ache in her bones calming to just a dull memory as the room becomes darker and darker.

“Yes–you're perfect.” She thinks she hears a response but it's so far away it gets lost entirely. Pushing herself even closer to him, the calming wave of his breath and the smell of his clothes lull her deeper and deeper, until everything disappears entirely. 

* * * * *

It’s no longer warm—it's burning. Her eyes flutter open and outside the window the sun is ducking behind the mountains, taking the last of the daylight with it. Her t-shirt sticks to her, covered with sweat as she turns her body, only to freeze when something warm and heavy skims across her hip. 

An arm—and not hers. 

“Your fever broke about an hour ago,” a voice says softly behind her, a bit gruff with sleep. “I got you some wet washcloths for your head—you should probably drink something, you’ve been sweating for a while now.”

She twists around to see James’ eyes staring back with concern but not making any further movements to untangle himself. Instead, he reaches an arm behind him onto the bedside table and procures a white fabric that drips slightly onto the comforter. Without her permission, he begins dabbing at her face, eyes following his movements with precision as he softly presses the cloth into her hairline. She settles onto her back, the feel of the cold doing wonders to her skin and he pulls himself up to hover over her slightly, a hand holding at her waist while the other continues to work up and down her face and neck. 

If she lets herself ruminate on it for even a millisecond, it will become too much. 

“Better?” He whispers, hand stalling against her cheek. With the fever gone, she is all too aware of how close he is and has been for the past few hours. His shirt, his socks, his bed, him swallowing her like some James Potter vortex that, if she is being honest, would seem like a pretty spectacular place to be—if they weren’t just friends.

“Lots–thanks,” she murmurs. His hand moves to the other cheek and presses soft circles there. She leans into it, finally able to bask in the feel of his body against hers and the way his breath softly falls over her. 

“Do you do this for all your sick mates?” She asks, breaking the silence with a wry smile. 

He chuckles, hand still working against her skin. “Only the ones who deserve it—only the ones I’m especially fond of.”

Her heart clangs against her chest and she knows he can feel it. He stops again, dropping the rag by her side and going back to cup her chin. 

“What else do you need?”

It’s a far too dangerous question given the circumstances, but her hand moves on its own accord, wrapping around him to hold him there as though he might disappear if she lets go. 

“I don’t want to get you sick,” she musters out, “You’ve already done so much.”

“Then let me do more,” he says simply, eyes searching hers, the hand on her waist giving a soft squeeze.

“I want—” she begins, voice faltering. He hangs on her every word, eyes glittering from above her. There’s a thousand ways she could answer that sentence, each more true and raw than the last, but to say them now—now that they are finally getting along, finally mates— is a gamble she isn’t willing to make. 

“--I want you to stay here.”

His mouth goes into a straight line, then forms into a soft, eager smile. “Of course, Evans. Of course, no problem.” 

He settles back down next to her, a hand still cupping the side of her face and her eyes close, sleep already coming to take her away again. Even falling away, she can feel his eyes on her and pictures them clearly through the fog: gleaming and willing and unmistakably kind. She wonders if he can sense the double meaning in her words or if she is going to wake up again and find him gone, back to being just mates who talk and laugh and do nothing more. 

“Lily?” His voice cuts through the quiet, breath hot at her neck.

“Hm?” 

“Is it selfish of me to say I don’t want you to get better?” His voice sounds small but firm. “Is it selfish to say…I like having you here.”

It’s a bright, healing feeling that pulls him closer to her. 

“Not at all,” she whispers. Suddenly, she’s feeling a lot better now–maybe better than she ever has before. 

“It might even be the best thing for us.”

[forever-rogue]

hi! hope your weekend is going well :) if requests are open, perhaps some angst to fluff/comfort with reader and loki, frankie, or din when reader is meeting family and wants their approval 😭 im a little sad and in need of comfort. thank you!

Hi bb, I hope you like this and I hope things look up for you! Sending you lots of love 🥰

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

"You're nervous, darling," you frowned at your reflection before flicking your eyes up to find Loki standing behind you. Your expression softened at the sight of him smiling at you, but it didn't alleviate the nerves you were experiencing, "what's wrong?"

"Noth-"

"Now, now," warm hands found your shoulders as he pulled you against his chest and pressed a kiss to the top of your head, "you know better than to lie to me."

"It wouldn't have been a total lie," you laughed lightly before turning around so you were facing him, "its trivial and pathetic, if we're being honest."

"If it matters to you, it's not something trivial."

"That's definitely not what you'd say to other people!"

"Other people aren't you," he reminded you as a large hand found your face and gently touched your cheek, "please tell me what's going on, darling. At least let me try and help."

"I just want everything to do smoothly at dinner," it was a light, quick huff as you shrugged your shoulders and buried your face in his chest, "my family can be vicious and you know the whole 'I'm dating an Asgardian prince and god' isn't something most people just happen to hear all the time. I want them to…"

"Be accepting and supportive?" he asked you nodded, looking at him with anxious eyes, "you have nothing to worry about, darling. Things happen as they should. I'll be on my best behavior, and the rest will be up to them."

"And no magic," a sense of ease settled into your bones as you leaned up to kiss him, letting your lips gently linger against his, "unless the moment calls for it, mister god of mischief."

"You know, gods don't usually take orders from anyone let alone mere little midgardians," he teased as you dramatically rolled your eyes before gently pushing his chest.

"Luckily I'm not some mere mortal," you insisted, tugging on his tie as he beamed at you, "I'm your mortal."

"My queen," he reminded before kissing you again, taking both your breath and any thoughts away through pure and unadulterated adoration, "but we should get going so we're not late. Don't make a bad first impression."

"Fine," you huffed as he pulled back, "but you're making it up to me later."

"Don't worry, darling," there was that cheeky little grin, "I plan on it."

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Your parents were already waiting at the restaurant. You grew nervous again, but Loki placed a gentle hand on your back as a sign of reassurance as you led the way. 

"Mom, Dad," you greeted them with an anxious smile as they stood up to offer you hugs before their attention inevitably turned to the handsome man besides you, "this is umm...this is my partner, Loki."

"A pleasure to meet you, young man," your father stuck out his hand, to which Loki responded with a hearty shake before repeating the sentiment, "this one's told us so much about you. It's nice to finally put a face to the man."

"Dad," a warmth crept up into your cheeks and whole face as Loki hugged your mother, and you gave him wide eyes, hoping he wouldn't go ahead and embarrass you right off the bat, "don't!"

"The sentiment is much the same," Loki pulled out your chair for you as you sat down, "its a pleasure to be able to meet the people that raised the woman I love."

You looked between Loki and your parents. This was already going much better than expected. Given your...not so superb track record when it came to dating, you were surprised that it seemed to be going so smoothly. But maybe...maybe it just would all go well. You hoped that it was all some sort of good sign from the universe that this was meant to be.

The whole evening ended up going...surprisingly well. It appeared that your initial nerves had been for naught and your parents loved him.  They couldn't get enough of his stories and tales, all well crafted to not completely freak them out with the fact that he was...well...Loki. The rest could always come later. For now, you were just happy that everyone got along. There was a moment of wonder where you thought this might have been concocted by Loki, but you knew he would never lie to you and use his magic without your consent. 

Things just…went well. And you were happy with that. More than happy.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

"What are you thinking about?" Loki was already in bed by the time you joined him. 

"I'm just really happy," you confessed as he held out his arms and pulled you into his lap. You studied him as his arms wrapped around your waist and held you securely in his grasp, "it went so well. I know it seems silly, to want them to like you and vice versa, but it is important to me. Thank you for being so wonderful, my love."

"It wasn't acting or anything," he promised as he brushed back a lock of hair behind your ear, "I like them a lot, and you know I love you more than anything in any world."

"I know," you grinned at him, "I love you too."

"I, erm, do have one confession to make," he admitted almost sheepishly, "and I do hope you won't be too angry with me."

"Whatever is it?" 

"Your parents," he began as his fingers traced gentle shapes into your skin, "I spoke to them, the week before last, I told them I want to introduce myself properly and let them know how much you mean to me. It was then that they suggested that we all have dinner together-"

"And then they asked me," your mouth dropped open as you shook your head, "you all played me! The nerve of the lot of you!"

"I told you that it would all go well," he insisted with a cheeky wink as you both broke into a fit of giggles, "I wasn't lying."

"You did all of this...for me?"

"Of course."

"Whatever for?"

"Because I love you," he answered your question with a quick kiss before resting his forehead against yours, "and I knew how important this was to you."

"I love you."

"Well then, darling, I believe I owe you something from earlier - if you're still up for it."

"Yes. Always."

[chaos-monkeyy]

I've been wanting to get back into short-fic writing practice because it is not my strong suit. Do you have any short-fic recs that you thought were really good not just as a story, but as a short fic? Maybe with a reason why?

AND!

Please let at least one of them be by you. 💙🙏

Sorry for the homework assignment, feel free to pretend it doesn't exist 😂💙

Oh boy, fun homework!! 🤩🤓

Okay so I thought about this pretty much all afternoon and evening 😂 And I've picked a few that I think are good examples of different types of short fic, as well as being good fic. And also came up with silly category names because I could.

(I'm afraid some of these will be a little out of your fandom wheelhouse, but I do think they're good examples so I hope that's alright 🙈)

The wanky drabble

I learned this one from @revakah, who's still the master of 100-word-witchcraft in my books. Playing with formatting and throwing any concept of sentence structure out the window in favour of pure unadulterated vibes; and somehow winding up with a story that spans way, way more time and feelings than it should be able to. Two of Rev's I particularly like for that:

Blank Space (100 words - Sylvie & Mobius - Loki Series - Sads ahoy)

Grounded (100 words - Kaladin/Dalinar - the Stormlight Archive - Fucking Hot ahoy)

That One Scene

This is probably my own favourite and most frequent sort of ficlet / short... where you take the established world/canon and either situate readers with the summary itself, or with like one or two quick lines-- and write literally just that one single scene or idea and nothing. else. Leave the finer details of exactly how they got there and what happens after up to the reader's imagination. If those are even relevant, they might not be 😂 I love these cause they're so flexible-- they can be introspective, they can be kind of a character study or a What If, they can leave people pondering implications and going ..oh, they can be a quick n dirty little smut scene or powerfully moving angst or pure happy-making fluff; or any combination of the above.

A universe all its own by @jewelliffer (647 words - Thranto - So Fluffy I'm gonna Die)

Unending by saisei (405 words - SGA vegas!Sheppard/Todd the Wraith - impossible levels of characterization, canon backstory, and post-canon story for that many words)

In time by me (200 words - SGA one-sided Sheppard/Todd the Wraith - I'm just really proud of how creepy and not-quite-human I managed to make this Todd POV one)

Longfic speedrun

For when you have the idea for a long fic but don't actually want to write the whole thing. Instead, take the most important, core bits of key moments over time, and just... don't write the rest. It has a particular feel to it that's kind of hard to describe, but they tend to leave me feeling a little stunned. Because I only read one or two thousand words, but somehow they've beamed a year's or a decade's worth of story time directly into my brain.

The Taste of Him by @draculard (~2.5k - NightThrawn with background/nonromantic Thrawn/Palpatine - okay yes this is on the longer side for a short fic BUT in my defense it's incredible and oh yeah OW heartbreaking)

Still there is my attempt at a slowburn speedrun (~1.3k - more SGA - vegas!McShep post canon)

~waits patiently for homework assignment to be graded~

[aethersea]

May I request 41 - First Kiss and 94 - Hair Brushing/Braiding for the Leverage OT3, please? (Also extra bonus points if you give Eliot beads in his hair like in The Ice Man Job, because we didn't get NEARLY enough of that in the show) Thank you!

I cannot believe I wrote this whole thing out and then never published it. I’m so sorry, it’s been at least twenty-four years since you sent in this ask, please accept my humble apologies and also this ficlet.

However, this prompt is just pure fluff, and I hate to tell you this but I am not a fluff writer. I just can’t pull off that unadulterated sweetness. I am in this fandom for the shenanigans, first, last and foremost! So this fic is now a 5+1 of Eliot and Parker trying to seduce Hardison.

1. Parker thinks they need to give him gifts, so she goes through her stash and picks out the largest, fanciest jewel she’s ever stolen. Then she realizes: Hardison likes stories. He spends hours giving their aliases histories and pets and allergies and favorite foods, he can get a whole sordid history of jealousy and betrayal from a single corporate email chain, and Parker knows for a cold fact that he writes little stories with his online friends about being wizards together.

She goes through her stash again and picks out the most cursed thing she’s ever stolen.

It’s a jeweled statuette, almost as tall as her forearm, made of gold and studded with precious and semi-precious stones. Mysterious deaths have befallen five separate owners of this thing. Its base is dented from the time it was used to bludgeon Owner Number Three to death. The tiny rubies it has for eyes follow you across the room.

Parker puts a bow on it and leaves it in Hardison’s room while he’s sleeping. He wakes up to this horrible little statue watching him from his bedside table.

He texts the group chat, Hey did anyone put an evil little gold guy in my bedroom last night? But Parker chickens out and says nothing (drunkenly betting Eliot that she can seduce Hardison is one thing, but admitting that she likes him is something else altogether). Everyone else texts back variations on “nope.” (Except Sophie, who just sends back a string of heart eyes emojis and a wikipedia link. She loves cursed artifacts.) So Hardison puts the statue away in a closet somewhere and figures he’ll deal with it later.

Parker is mildly offended that he put her gift in a closet. She goes into his room the next night and puts it back on the bedside table, where it clearly belongs.

This goes on for a week. Hardison puts the statue in a desk drawer, then in one of the cabinets in the office downstairs, then in the dumpster down the street. Every day he wakes up to those glittering red eyes watching him sleep. He’s asked his internet buddies if anyone knows a good exorcist. Hardison doesn’t really believe in curses, but also? What the fuck. What the fuck.

~

2. Eliot assumes the drunken bet will be forgotten by morning. What kind of world would it be if people always followed through on promises they made while they could barely stay vertical? So he spends the morning nursing his hangover and cleaning his knives. Cleaning guns is no good while hungover—all the snaps and clicks of popping things in and out of place sound like actual gunfire when you’re hungover, it’s a nightmare—but knives are quiet and have no moving parts. Buffing and polishing them is soothingly repetitive work, and every once in a while he can throw one at one of the dartboards on the walls and reassure himself that his reflexes are still sound even after that much tequila.

It’s only when he gets Hardison’s text about the golden statuette that magically appeared in his room overnight that Eliot realizes Parker’s actually going for it. After some internal debate about whether he’s going to stoop to this or not, Eliot decides what the hell and starts making plans.

Eliot agrees that gifts are the way to go, but not stolen gifts. Not things. Anyone can give a thing. Proper wooing is about giving experiences.

Eliot plans for three days. On the fourth day, he and Hardison have their irregularly scheduled monthly coffee date, and Eliot texts him beforehand to say he wants to do it at the brewpub this time. Hardison arrives to find a deceptively simple meal: basic country fare perfected through years of experimentation, made with the best ingredients Eliot can get his hands on. And Eliot, after all, is still a retrieval specialist. There’s very little in the world he can’t get his hands on.

And yet the night ends and somehow he has not gotten his hands on Hardison.

This is just not right. Eliot knows how to deploy a smolder, okay, Tangled reference aside he is damn good at flirting and he knows the looks he’s giving Hardison are clear as day. It’d be one thing if Hardison had turned him down, or if he’d been uneasily unwilling, or even if his eyes had widened slightly in suppressed panic and he’d abruptly found a reason to leave. Eliot can take rejection, bet or no, and he’d have bowed out graciously without a fuss. But this was much, much worse.

Hardison didn’t even notice he was flirting.

He’s going to have to up his game.

~

3. “How do you seduce people?” Parker asks bluntly, turning up at Sophie’s door just past midnight.

Sophie, despite the hour, is utterly delighted by the question.

This goes as well as you would expect.

~

4. Eliot’s taken a lot of dates to sports games. Hardison may prefer sparkly elves with purple lightning magic to a decent MMA fight, but baseball is the American pastime. Eliot gets them perfect seats, hot dogs from the best vendor in the stadium, even chilled beer that he smuggles in without letting it get warm. It’s going to be a perfect game.

And it is. At first. Hardison, it turns out, has a lot of opinions about baseball. What he does not have is an understanding of the rules. They’re not even into the second inning by the time Eliot finally snaps and starts arguing with him about it.

They make it all the way to the fifth inning before Eliot realizes that Hardison’s basing his complaints off the rules of a game from a Star Wars novel.

They’re at the bottom of the eighth before Eliot will speak to him again.

~

5. Eliot and Parker are drunk again. This is not intentional. They didn’t even mean to come to this bar, but the smoothie place with the fried oreos that Eliot had brought Parker here to try was playing such incredibly bad music that they’d ordered the oreos to go and fled. The bar was just the coziest looking place on the block, and of course they’d ordered drinks to avoid being rude––Eliot had entertained himself for a few minutes scouring the menu for something that would pair well with fried oreos and popcorn chicken.

And now they’re drunk. The conversation has, perhaps inevitably, turned to the ongoing bet.

“I tried everything!” Parker wails. “I laughed at every joke, I touched my hair constantly, I got him talking about things he likes.” She thunks her forehead on the bar. “All that happened is now I know the complete history of orcs in western literature.”

“Hardison wouldn’t know flirting if it pinched him on the ass,” Eliot grumbles.

Parker slaps his arm. “No pinching Hardison!”

“I’m not going to—I don’t pinch people!”

Parker’s ignoring him. Eliot pouts and takes another sip of his drink. He’s not entirely sure what this one is––it’s blue and kind of fizzy, that’s all he can say for sure. Parker took over the drinks menu several glasses ago, and she’s been picking them based on what has the most fun name to say. Eliot’s pretty sure the alcohol content’s been doubling with each order.

“Eliot,” Parker slurs, “we need to work together.”

“What?”

Parker lifts her head from the bar and frowns at him, the way she does when she’s figured out the obvious solution and is just waiting for everyone else to get on the same page. It’s adorable. It’s always adorable, but right now her eyes are wide and slightly unfocused from the alcohol and she’s listing sideways a little, almost as if she’s unbalanced, and it is the most adorable thing Eliot has ever seen. Parker’s never unbalanced, but some part of Eliot’s fuzzy brain thinks she’s about to fall on top of him and cannot wait to catch her.

“You can’t seduce Hardison,” Parker points out. Eliot is drunk enough to get offended by this, but too drunk to get out a complaint before she continues, “I can’t seduce Hardison. But if we work together, the two of us can definitely seduce Hardison. Together.”

Eliot stares at her. Then he takes another sip of his fizzy blue drink. Later, when questioned, he will blame his next words on that drink.

“Worth a shot.”

They take Hardison to a movie. They research for three weeks beforehand. They find the best movie theater in town, with the nicest seats, the biggest screens, and concession snacks that Hardison likes, and they buy tickets for the midnight premiere of the superhero movie that Hardison hasn’t shut up about for the past month. Parker even hacks into the theater’s computers in a last-minute fit of nerves and cross-references the credit cards with drivers’ licenses to make sure the people sitting in front of them won’t be too tall.

Parker witnesses a kidnapping in the parking lot while the boys are getting popcorn. They don’t even stay long enough to catch the commercials.

~

+ 1. “Hey Eliot,” Hardison says during movie night, a little over a week later. “Remember the Ice Man Job?”

Eliot groans. “I try not to.”

Hardison throws a piece of popcorn at his face. “Shut up. Remember how you did your hair for that one? With the little—those little beads on, like, a braid?”

Eliot shoots Hardison a suspicious glance. “Yeah, I remember.”

“Teach me how to do that.”

Eliot shoots Hardison another, more deliberate look, this one pointedly directed at Hardison’s complete lack of braidable locks.

Hardison rolls his eyes as if that’s a silly detail to get hung up on and leans forward to dig around in one of the boxes he has under his coffee table. He emerges with a ziplock bag of plastic beads in no time flat and hands it triumphantly to Eliot. Then he yanks a few cushions out from behind Parker, who’s sitting on his other side, and puts them on the floor in front of him. “Sit here?” he asks Parker, patting the cushion pile.

Parker takes a moment to consider being offended at having her cushions stolen, but curiosity gets the better of her and she just plops down between Hardison’s legs, grabbing the bowl of popcorn as she goes, and waits.

Hardison lifts her hair with sudden gentleness, drawing it over her shoulders and letting it fall down her back in a golden wave. His fingers brush against her neck. Parker shivers. Eliot is distantly aware that he’s gone perfectly still, focused with a hunter’s intensity on Hardison’s dark, graceful fingers carding through Parker’s hair.

Hardison leans back, hands on his knees, and Eliot breathes again. “Well?” Hardison looks over at Eliot, a tiny smirk of challenge on his lips. “Show me how it’s done.”

Eliot is suddenly, brutally aware of how close they are. Hardison’s couch is obscenely comfortable, which is half the reason movie nights are at Hardison’s in the first place, but it is not large. Their thighs are touching. Hardison leans away, to give Eliot access to Parker’s hair, and he’s still so close that Eliot would barely have to reach out a hand to—

Eliot ruthlessly shoves that thought down into the dark where it belongs. He dealt with this, he dealt with this years ago, and accepting Parker’s stupid bet doesn’t mean he’s forgotten the way Hardison and Parker look at each other. It just means he doesn’t mind losing for a good cause.

So he keeps his tone steady and his fingers brisk as he shows Hardison how to braid the clunky plastic beads into Parker’s hair, and if he flushes with heat when their hands brush each other, well, nobody has to know. He’s been trained to withstand eight different schools of torture. It won’t show on his face. His voice never once falters.

Parker has had no such training. Her lips have parted, and her breathing is shallow. She’s staring glassy-eyed at the TV. Hardison can’t see her face, sitting behind her, but Eliot watches her carefully, worried that they need to call this off. Parker’s not used to intimacy, to closeness that means something, and for all the three of them have spent half their movie nights literally on top of each other, this is something else. This has weight.

Eliot puts a hand on her shoulder, pressing down just enough that Parker startles and cants a glance over at him. Eliot raises his eyebrows in question, and Parker glares back: don’t you fucking dare. Eliot backs off. Hardison, frowning in concentration as he threads a wisp of Parker’s hair through a green bead, graciously pretends he didn’t see the exchange.

Hardison gets the hang of the beading fairly quickly, and Eliot shows him a few different techniques. He’s almost managed to convince himself that nothing is actually happening when Hardison says, conversationally, “You two are really bad at this.”

Eliot glowers his confusion. “At movie night? You started this, if you wanted to actually watch Alien then you shouldn’t have—”

Hardison’s smile is soft, but Eliot decides for his own safety to focus on the laughter at its edge. “No, at this.” And then he slides his hand onto Parker’s neck, caresses her cheek, and isn’t the slightest bit surprised when she gasps.

Parker whips around, and there’s hurt on her face but it dies in the glow of Hardison’s gentle, unteasing smile. Hardison pulls her up with the lightest of touches, and she goes, eyes fixed on his like salvation.

They kiss sweet and slow, and Eliot’s heart twists in his chest and he can’t breathe. He needs to leave now before he shatters in half, but if he moves then they will look at him, and he would rather never breathe again than meet their eyes right now.

Hardison breaks off the kiss, gazing at Parker with something just this side of wonder, and then he does look at Eliot. Eliot flinches. He opens his mouth to…say something, make some joke or hasty excuse and scramble out the door, but Hardison raises a hand to Eliot’s face, slides his long fingers to cup Eliot’s neck, and pulls him forward, as gently as he did Parker.

It’s a chaste kiss, no more than a soft press of lips, because Eliot is too stunned to respond and Hardison doesn’t push. It lasts a long time. A whole era of change happens in the span of that kiss, as everything Eliot thought he knew tears out of place and then settles, gingerly, into a new understanding.

Hardison pulls away, his hand still warm on the back of Eliot’s neck. His smile is pure sunshine. Eliot finds himself smiling back, helpless.

Hardison’s grin turns smug. “And that,” he says, looking between Eliot and Parker, “is how you do it. Y’all are disasters, honestly, I can’t believe two master criminals working together couldn’t manage a single real date—”

Eliot heaves a deep sigh and drags Hardison into a headlock, pinning his arms when he flails. Parker surges to her knees and starts tickling him mercilessly.

They don’t finish the movie.

[adamfoolcry]

Troublesome (Part II)

part I, part III,  part III (2) - coming soon

pairings: Maneater/Partygirl!Reader x BoyfriendMaterial!Jungwoo, Maneater/Partygirl!Reader x FirstLove!Hendery, BestCousin!Sicheng, Bestfriend!Lucas

warnings: oral fem receiving, dirty talk, fingering, consumption of alcohol, swearing, explicit language

genre: comedy maybe even a crackfic, smut, fluff, and a teeny tiny pinch of angst

summary: When you walk into a room everyone’s attention will quickly divert to you as if you commanded them. You are the epitome of perfection in their eyes but why is that boy Jungwoo not giving you even a glance.

word count: 3,196

chinese slang: meimei = little sister, gege = older brother

a/n: This took so long ... I am sorry to whoever read Troublesome. Hope you stay with me till the next parts and enjoy reading this as much I have enjoyed writing this.

It is now official Kim Fucking Smart Ass Pretty Boy Jungwoo has ghosted you. After fingering you to orgasm he left you high and dry you thought after hearing him say "I have to settle some things first Princess." while looking at you with some undecipherable emotion in his eye that he'll ask you out in one week. You haven't heard from him in three weeks.

Maybe you misunderstood the situation you should have known that it was just a casual encounter. Well, it's his fucking loss. You decided to stop mopping around after two weeks and started going back to your routine of clubbing and pursuing casual relationships with your boytoys. You dressed up with your favorite low dip halter top and pairing it with jeans that hugged your curves. You decided you'll be having the time of your life today drinking your ass out and finishing the night with mind-blowing sex with whoever caught your attention. You entered the club making a beeline to the bar area to get some gin tonic when you saw a familiar mop of hair by your side.

"Well if it isn't smart ass Jungwoo." You said in place of a greeting.

"Hey _______. I was hoping to run into you here." Jungwoo turning up his charms again smiling boyishly at you. He has dressed in yet again a hoodie, how original.

"So to what do we owe your presence here? Are you getting drunk because Sicheng gege and Jiwon are finally dating?" You asked him.

"A part of it, yeah, but not entirely." He admitted bashfully.

You rolled your eyes at him how novel getting drunk because of a girl. Pathetic. "What a loser."

Jungwoo watched you in trance admiring how your hair falls around your face, how the delicate column of your neck stretches as you drink your gin. He longs to touch it.

"Jungwoo, I thought you're smart but here you are wanting to get wasted because of a girl. It's her loss you're quite a catch you know." You look at him hoping that he'll understand what you are saying despite you veiling it with harsh words. If only you knew who's the girl he is having a dilemma with.

"You think I am hot Princess?" He said teasingly a playful smile on his lips.

"You're the vilest creature I have ever met Kim Jungwoo." You retorted scrunching your nose. He laughed again his voice so enchanting you can't help but smile.

You ordered another gin and passed it to him. "Drink up big boy, I'll show you how to have proper fun you'll forget about Jiwon." After you plied yourself and Jungwoo with so much alcohol you dragged him to the sweaty bodies grinding on the dancefloor. The music and combination of alcohol on your systems so intoxicating that both of you were having the time of your lives vibing with the enthusiastic crowd. After headbanging and dancing yourselves silly laughing in pure unadulterated joy you paused to catch your breath. Jungwoo mirrored your actions and halted his movements staring at you across him, the ends of his lips curving upwards.

"There's that adorable smile." You pinched his round cheeks. Jungwoo encircled your waist with his arms pulling you closer to his body. You leaned against him the top of your head fell into the crook of his neck your palms resting at his chest. It was as if the edm music was turned into a slow romantic tune you both swayed slowly savoring the moment. You have never felt this warm in a long time.

"This is nice Princess." You can feel the vibrations on his chest as he speaks.

"Told you smartass I'll show how to have fun." You looked at him smiling only to found out Jungwoo was already staring at you. You blushed with how intense his gaze is. You cleared your throat and break away from his hold missing his warmth already.

"I'll go to the restroom real quick." You tried to distance yourself away from Jungwoo, your heart beating erratically. This can't be happening you can't like someone who is pining for another person. You are not a fucking masochist. You head straight to the restroom splashing your face with cold water in the hopes it will freshen up your heating face. You wanted to head back to your dorm and put some distance between you and Jungwoo. You are walking towards the dancefloor when someone grabbed you by the waist.

"Hey baby, it's Yoongin you down to have some fun tonight?" You looked at Yoongin's familiar face, if he weren't one of your boy toys you would consider him as a friend. You contemplated for a few seconds here is a gorgeous young man who wants to spend time with you while Jungwoo is just here to drink his sorrows away and you just happened to be there.

"Yeah, I am down let's get out of here." He maneuvered both of you towards the exit just when you are about to exit through the doors Jungwoo reached out to clasp one of your wrists in his hands.

"Princess I thought I lost you there." Jungwoo's voice was full of concern you suddenly feel guilty trying to leave him here alone to have sex with Yoongin. Luckily for you, Yoongin seems to read the atmosphere quickly and decided to save you.

"Hey man. I just saw _______ exiting the restroom and she seems to be drunk already you know how lightweight she is. I was planning to take her back to her dorm." Yoongin then loosens his grip on your waist. "Take care of her man."

"Thanks, man." Jungwoo slid his arms around your waist and proceeded to help you walk to the parking lot. You looked back at Yoongin and utter a silent thanks to him to which he answered with a salute. Upon reaching the parking lot Jungwoo helped you get in his car.

"Princess your dorm is already close at this hour where should I bring you. Should I drop you off at Sicheng hyung's apartment?" Jungwoo asked you while driving. You are amazed by the fact that he is still sober.

"Are you stupid Jungwoo, you think Sicheng is a fucking monk if you drop me off at his place. I'll see his naked ass fucking Jiwon and I'll be traumatized for life. Drop me off at the hotel's name." You can hear Jungwoo snickering while you drifted off to slumber your heavy eyelids closing. Jungwoo looked at your sleeping figure at the shotgun seat your long eyelashes curving upwards your plump kissable lips. You are so beautiful that he can't take his eyes off you. He sighed.

"I am in real trouble."

It feels so comfortable and warm you decided to burrow your face closer to the source of heat. You were greeted with a pale naked chest and noticed an arm draped around you. No effing way did you sleep with Jungwoo? You checked under the comforter if you are still dressed. No article of clothing was missing you let out a deep breath in relief. You looked over at Jungwoo sleeping he looks so angelic, his plump lips exhaling tiny breaths, his doglike eyes closed. You leaned over to brush a strand of hair on his forehead.

"Go back to sleep Princess. Stop eye raping me." Jungwoo opened his sleepy eyes and you nearly swoon at how soft he looks. You couldn't look away, you don't want to look away you want to memorize the way Jungwoo looks at this moment you want to ingrain this picture in your brain.

"I didn't know you had such a humungous forehead." You tried to break the ice.

"Speaking of sizes that's not the only part of me that's big." He smirked boyishly.

"You saying you have a big dick?" He placed both his arms on the sides of your head caging your body with his towering figure. You looked up at Jungwoo. If only you could see yourself you look like a goddess your lustrous locks spread around the sheets the wanton look in your eyes the tiny exhale escaping your lips. He wants to ravish you.

"So dirty-minded princess I am talking about my hands." Jungwoo's voice getting husky.

"What a fuckboy." You scoffed rolling your eyes.

"Princess you ruined my hoodie again in the elevator ride going into our hotel room. How are you going to repay me?" Jungwoo cupped your face with his hand and traced your lower lip with his thumb playing with its fullness. You licked his thumb making Jungwoo groan as he pushed his thumb inside your mouth and you sucked it as if it was his cock wrapping your tongue around his thumb making him go crazy with lust. Your sultry eyes doing things to him all of his blood rushing downwards to his cock.

"Princess you're so dirty." Jungwoo lost his control leaned down with great urgency to capture your lips pushing his tongue inside your mouth. You put your arms around his neck and pulled him closer enjoying how hard he is kissing you like he lost his common sense. His hands roaming around your body everywhere he can touch. He frantically tried to undress you. You broke the kiss.

"Calm down big boy let me do it." Jungwoo switched to a sitting position inside your legs he placed his hands on your thigh covered jeans caressing you moving his hands up and down. His eyes glued to your body as you reached for the string of your halter top undoing the knot and discarding it to the side of the bed leaving you in a pale baby blue bra thin enough to see your nipples. Jungwoo licked his lips his eyes dilating. Jungwoo helped you unstrap your bra reaching behind your back to detangle the hook. He leaned down to kiss your forehead. Which made you blush after ridding your breasts of the bra he threw it somewhere on the bed and returned to his sitting position. You helped unbutton your jeans as he pulls it through your legs leaving you in your panties which is also gone in a matter of seconds. He looked down at you all naked for him he couldn't stop the whine at the back of his throat. He caressed the inside of your thighs in a featherlight manner the tips of his fingers brushing against your pussy making you moan wantonly.

"You're killing me, princess." His voice is full of lust. He proceeded to play with your breasts cupping it in his big hands your nipples became hard at his touch.

"Jungwoo want your fingers in my pussy." He granted your request and played with your pussy spreading your juice with his fingers and rubbing your clit.

"So hot and wet princess. Are you that desperate for my fingers?" He looks nothing like his normal self a smirk on his lips his eyes dark and dilated.

"Jungwoo don't tease me!" Jungwoo laughed his voice becoming lower. He pushed two fingers inside you and curled it at your gspot repeating it again and again. He busied his lips sucking your nipples and littering your breast with kisses.

"Oh my god, Jungwoo so good." You moaned arching your back and pushing Jungwoo closer to your breast with your hand in his hair. Just when you are about to come he stopped moving his fingers.

"What the fuck Jungwoo!" You almost screamed at him for delaying your orgasm.

"Calm down Princess. I want to eat you out first." He said laughing you slapped his arms. "So cute." He kissed your pouting lips. He proceeded to press kisses downwards to your body when he reaches your belly button he dipped his tongue in. He is smiling mischievously looking at you his eyes glinting in mischief.

"Please Jungwoo please I need ..." You moaned. He opened your legs and drag his face to your pussy playing with the lips with his fingers spreading your wetness.

"Such a pretty pussy princess so wet for me." He said switching to his lower and darker tone. Jungwoo licked your pussy from the opening to your clit to which he latches onto alternating from flicking and sucking. He entered your pussy again with his fingers in and out curling at your gspot.

"Ah, fuck baby don't stop yesss yess Jungwoo." You're sure you are suffocating Jungwoo with how much force you are using to push his face to your pussy.

"Jungwoo I am coming I am coming..." You repeated like a mantra your words almost incoherent from the pleasure. When you are so close to orgasm he replaced his tongue with his fingers rubbing your clit. Using his tongue to fuck your pussy instead which made you scream his name while cumming. When you came down from your high Jungwoo is laying his naked upper body on your belly his face laying on your breast looking at you like you are the most beautiful woman in the world. His hand caressing your cheek tenderly tracing the contours and dips of your cheekbone and jaw with his fingers in admiration of your features. You are so caught up in the moment and you found yourself wishing he won't stop looking at you this way.

"I like you, I like you so much Jungwoo." Jungwoo stared at you in shock closing and opening his mouth like a fish out of the water. Silence occupies the tense atmosphere. You should've expected this but why does it hurt? He couldn't even say anything. You can feel the stinging in your eyes you know any time now that you'll cry your eyes out. There is no way you'll let Jungwoo see you are crying over him. You pushed at his shoulders shoving his body away from yours. You started to collect your clothes wearing them hurriedly. You don't care if you look like you just rolled out of the bed looking so disheveled. You need to get out of this room, away from this rejection, away from Jungwoo. You opened the hotel door and quickly head to the elevator. The door slammed and Jungwoo was left staring at it. You dialed Sicheng's number. You can feel hot tears starting to stream down your cheeks stupid, stupid you. After three rings Sicheng answered.

"Gege please pick me up at the name of the hotel".

"Mèimei are you crying?" Sicheng asked concern evident in his voice. You didn't answer you feel like you lost your voice. "Wait for me in the lobby okay? I'll be there in ten minutes." You can hear rustling on the line.

When you saw Sicheng coming out of his car you quickly ran towards him. He opened his arms and embraced you. You burrowed your head at his chest. He brushed your hair with his fingers attempting to calm you down. You hugged him tighter.

"Shhh shhh, you're alright. Gege is here." He maneuvered you to his car and opened the shotgun seat telling you to get in. As you were getting in Jungwoo came out of the hotel doors and saw you being escorted by Sicheng. Sicheng looked at Jungwoo animosity evident in the older boy's eyes. After you got in the car Sicheng walked towards him.

"I don't know what happened here but you better explain yourself Jungwoo. When you asked last night where _______ goes often I didn't expect that I'll be fetching her at a hotel crying." Sicheng then proceeded to go to his car slamming his door with unnecessary force driving away from the hotel.

It has been a month since what happened with Jungwoo. Sicheng was so concerned that he won't let you go back to your dorm. He insisted that you stay in his apartment and use the spare room for the time being. You can see by the glances he throws at you whenever you go out to party that he is really worried about what happened with Jungwoo. You never told Sicheng what transpired between you two since you feel that it will also affect Sicheng's relationship with Jungwoo and you can't let that happen. You have blocked any form of communication with Jungwoo. Life goes back to normal eventually, you made sure not to run into Jungwoo at the university until you're sure that you don't have feelings for him anymore maybe then you can be friends with him. Your classes just finished and your friends wanted to go out later in the evening to which you are looking forward to. In your peripheral vision, you saw Jungwoo waiting at the bench in front of the Engineering building. Your eyes met but you broke your gaze away and walked towards the parking lot quickly. You can hear Jungwoo calling you his footsteps getting louder and louder trying to catch up to you. He outran you and blocked your way towards the parking lot.

"Go away Jungwoo. You don't have to say sorry. It's not your fault for not liking me." It was almost evident in your voice how much you're hurting.

"Please listen to me ________. It's not like that please let me explain." Jungwoo pleaded. Why is your traitor heart beating erratically for this man your mind finding ways to compliment his looks. You haven't seen him in a while but everything feels the same as the day he rejected you.

"No. I don't want your pity Jungwoo. Get the fuck out of my way." You pushed at his chest hard instead of stumbling he pushed back with the same force enveloping your body in his embrace. Holding you tightly.

"I like you too, I like you more than you like me. I was just so confused after pinning for Jiwon for a year you suddenly came and took my breath away. I was not even devastated about her and Sicheng starting a relationship. How can that happen when I only knew you for a few months? I didn't know how to deal with what I am feeling. I don't know how to deal with you since we have different lifestyles. I don't even know if you do relationships. You're a free soul you do what you want to, say anything without a filter, whenever you want to. I don't know if I can handle that I am a routine reveling person. But if you're willing to try it with me then I'll happily do all your whims." Jungwoo finished breathlessly.

"Of course, I want to stupid Jungwoo." You weakly slapped his chest where your face is burrowed. He adjusted his embrace making room for some distance between you two he slipped his arms down to your waist holding you by the hips. He kissed both of your cheeks where there is a trail of wetness from your tears and placed his forehead to yours. He stared deeply into your eyes his glinting with happiness.

"I won't date someone who wears hoodies 365 days a year tho." You said jokingly flashing him a grin.

"But you're already dating one Princess." Jungwoo retorted with his most charming smile.

a/n: Check out my other works for NCT here:masterlist.

part III: Your relationship with Jungwoo is moving fast except for one part, your sex life. You didn’t know you signed up for the nunnery when you agreed to dating him. Oh, and Lucas your best friend is transferring to Korea.

[villainousshakespeare]

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Loki - Series

Exile’s Return: Rated M, Fluff, Smut, Romance, 16 chapters (complete)

Banished from Asgard for his various crimes, Loki seeks to use the rescue and return of Thor’s betrothed (ofc) to secure his release from exile. But he is the God of Mischief, and when the lady in question proves to be smart, caring, and lovely he can’t resist trying to slowly turn her affection away from the prince she is promised to marry and claim her for himself. My first ever (and still personal favorite I’ve written) fic!!

Loki and Kela’s Adventures on Midgard: Rated E, Smut, Fluff 8 chapters (complete)

A sequel to Exile’s Return, but not really necessary to read that first. Loki brings his love Kela to Midgard despite being wanted for war crimes by The Avengers. While attending the theater in New York they cross paths with a dangerous man with mind control abilities. Will Loki be able to keep Kela from becoming his latest victim?

In Exchange for Submission: Rated E, Smut, Fluff, Romance, Angst, 77 Chapters (completed)

Loki’s invasion of NY has taken a turn for the better, and he is now in charge of a growing percentage of the United States. During his campaign he acquired a group of hostages from resistance pockets and is keeping them captive in Stark Tower. Now, with things settling down a bit, he needs to decide what to do with them. Two of them, from a prominent family, are set to be released. One of these, a feisty, irritating, impossible woman, desperately offers to ransom the rest of the prisoners, including her best friend. Loki has no need of Midgardian coin, but the woman, who has been a thorn in his side for weeks, has something else that he desires - her submission. He offers her a bargain - every day he will require a new willing act of submission from her, and in exchange, he will release one prisoner. How long can she keep up the deal? And how much of herself will he demand she surrender?

Trigger Warnings: Dark elements, Dark!Thor, attempted rape (not by Loki), angst, tons of kink and smut

For the Price of a Book: Rated M, Romance, Fluff, Smut, Angst, 35 Chapters (completed)

In the days before the events of Thor I, Loki inadvertently comes upon a female servant being “punished” by a pair of guards. Her crime? Stealing a book from the rooms she was tasked to clean. Curiosity captured, he decides to break through the shy exterior by any means necessary. A bit of softer Loki story, as he is younger and pre-Jotunn discovery. He is still Loki though, so sass and drama will not be far away!

Christmas Mischief: Rated M, Romance, Fluff, Smut 4 Chapters (completed)

You have been dating Loki for several months, so it is only natural that he would accompany you home for a very old fashioned family holiday, right? This could be your dream come true… or your worst nightmare.

Loki - One Shots

The Rarest Flower: Rated T, Romance, Angst, 1 shot

Birthday Challenge from the prompt: Could I request the “forbidden/secret relationship” with Loki and reader? They dated back in Asgard, but with Loki as prince it was somehow forbidden so they needed to keep it secret. Someone found out and the reader was sent to Midgard and to not see Loki again and while she is there she found out she’s pregnant. Years later Loki found a way back to the reader and is surprised to see that they have a child

Retribution: Rated E, Smut, NonCon, 1 shot

Loki has just conquered two united armies on the field of battle. Now he confronts the woman who brought them together to oppose him - daughter to the proud king of one army, betrothed of the general of their ally. Angry at the challenge to his throne he decides to make an example of her, and gives her a choice: be tossed to his soldiers for their entertainment, or willingly submit to his every perverted demand as his personal slave. Basically, my attempt at a Loki/slave one shot.

Trigger Warning: VERY NON-CON! This is not the love story Loki of my previous works, but just pure, unadulterated, dark, perverted porn.

Team Bonding: Rated T, Drinking, Implied Future Smut, Drunken Silliness, One Shot

Now that Loki is a member of the Avengers, he needs to develop a better report with them. As his fiancé, you feel it is your duty to encourage him to go out for post-mission drinks with the team. What could possibly go wrong?

The Perfect Costume: Rated E, Smut

Loki needs to find the perfect costume to wear to a party with you. What will he come up with and how will you react?

Life of the Party: Rated T, Drinking, Implied Future Smut

An empath and a scientist in the service of SHIELD, you are blackmailed by Tony Stark into attending one of his parties for your own good. Expecting to have a miserable time, you instead strike up a conversation with the God of Mischeif. Written for @scrumptious-delusion 2K Writing challenge!

A Flood of Emotions: Rated M, Smut, Fluff, Set During Pandemic

As an empath living through the Covid-19 pandemic you are struggling to deal with being confined with everyone else's emotions. When Loki arrives at your door for a delayed rendezvous you are moments away from a panic attack. Can the God of Mischief take your mind off of your problems?

This is a continuation of the story begun in "Life of the Party", though it is not necessary to read it first.

You’re My Obsession: Rated M, Angst, Smut, Avenger Loki

As the head of PR for the Avengers, you are faced with a lot of problems. None of them, however, is as big as your obsession with a certain God of Mischief. While he cavorts with models and treats you as a nothing more than a close friend, you find yourself unable to control your feeling for him. Can you find a way to make him final take notice of you?

James Conrad

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The Mark: Rated E, Smut, Angst, Fluff, Romance, Gooey Ending, One Shot

Desperate for money in a backwater town in South East Asia after the Vietnam War, Jennifer follows a tall British man she has just seen win a roll of cash at pool. She is determined to make him her latest mark, but James Conrad is more than what he seems and not one to fall for any woman’s game.

Trigger warning: Mention of attempted kidnapping/human trafficking

Tracking the Beast: rated T, fluff, alcohol use, implied smut

James leads a group of inexperienced adventures to track a rare beast.

Sir Thomas Sharpe

In Search of Refuge: Rated E, Smut, Gothic Romance, Work in Progress

A disastrous carriage accident leaves Rose stranded in a snow storm. Desperate to find shelter from the elements, she stumbles upon a run down estate and throws herself on the mercy of its owner, Sir Thomas Sharpe.

Magnus Martinsson

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Protection: Rated E, Smut, Romance, Fluff, Angst, 36 Chapters (completed)

Against his wishes, Magnus is assigned an undercover case to protect a witness and bring down a criminal. He gets more than he bargains for with his protectee. This starts with a slow burn, but I promise there will be smutty goodness in upcoming chapters!

Bunnies in the Rain: Rated E, Smut, Fluff, Romance One Shot

Birthday Challenge: Magnus and Just. One.  Bed. You and Det. Magnus Martinsson get stuck in the rain out on the job, and have to take shelter in a Bed and Breakfast. What could possibly happen?

Robert Laing

Her: Rated E, Smut, Kidnapping, Dub/Con, Nonconsensual Drug Use

Laing enjoys life in the high rise as every woman’s favorite amenity, but lately he’s been getting bored. When he sees Grace, he knows he has to have her, no matter what it takes.

Trigger Warnings: Please, please, please read the rating. This is a dark fic unlike my usual ones.

Tom Hiddleston

Kicked Out: Rated M, Fluff, Angst, Kissing,

Birthday Challenge: Tom and Just. One. Bed.On your first professional tour you are unceremoniously ousted from your hotel room when your roommate hooks up with one of the stars. It is at this point that the other lead, one Tom Hiddleston, wanders into the room. Being a gentleman, he can hardly let you drink alone!

In the Timing: Rated E, Smut, Angst, Fluff 4 Chapters (completed)

After a horrible first date, you end up at a pub filled with University students. You are feeling rather old and sorry for yourself, until a blond haired Adonis strikes up a conversation with you. Obviously he is too young for you, but what could a little flirting hurt?

Tom Hiddleston/Loki

Personalities Within: Rated E, Smut, Fluff, Angst, Loki, Oakley, Jonathan Pine, Coriolanus, Adam, tbd, Work in Progress (currently on hiatus)

Tom had been so careful for so long. He rarely got involved in relationships, and if he did he only let them go on for so long before ending them. It was the only way to be safe. The only way that HE wouldn’t come out. And while HE, among others, might make Tom a great actor, the dangers were to great. But what happens when Tom falls for someone. Someone who not only is his perfect type, but the other’s perfect type as well? Can he pursue a relationship with her while keeping his secret and protecting her? Or will the unthinkable happen?

Trigger Warnings: Mental illness

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[happy-beeeps]

Stitches

Gif not my own!! Credits to the maker!

Din Djarin (The Mandalorian) x reader

Rating: PG 13, some violent references

WC: 1.8k

Summary: Reader has been working with Mando as a very inexperienced nurse/caretaker on the ship for sometime. When a too close call pushes her to her limit, they both confess their feelings for each other. Fluff ensues. Based on these prompts 27. “Jesus! What the hell, I thought you were dying!” and 31. “Don’t be alarmed. I’m going to kiss you.”

Warnings: Slight violence references, nothing gory but description of a blaster fight, other than that pure fluff!!!

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The child is going to be the death of you, you’re sure of it.

More often than not, however, you aren’t sure which child you mean; the 50-year-old infant currently placed along your lap, currently distracted by the little metal ball Mando unscrewed from a lever in the cockpit, or the Mandalorian himself. When he hired you as a caretaker for the child, what he hadn’t included was that the job description also entailed being a co-pilot, mediocre mechanic, and emergency trauma surgeon.

You had begged him time and time again to invest in a med-droid, after all, they were trained in medical emergencies and you were just an ex-farm girl who knew how to cauterize a wound after too many times falling off an Iriaz. The last time you had helped stitch a knife wound and asked for medical assistance he turned a masked face to you and gritted, “No. Droids.” Still, you were lucky he had never been in serious danger. Not just because you were by no means a healer, and the sight of blood still made you nauseous, but because you hated to admit that you had developed a big, fat, messy crush on the roguish space man who’s quarters you shared. Every small wound you stitched you would gain a new piece of him, and your heart never stopped fluttering when he would drop a piece of beskar to gain access to a new piece of tanned skin.

But now? Now you were feeling anything but fluttering in your chest. You had awoken a day and a half ago to Mando landing the ship rather abruptly on a desert system. You barely had time to register he was leaving when you woke up, much less get his action plan. Almost two days with no contact was unusual for Mando, he didn’t like to leave you, or the kid, alone for that long. You placed the child on the ground and watched as he waddled around, playing with anything he could get his hands on. You on the other hand were padding around the living quarters of the ship, desperately looking for something to clean, something to DO that didn’t involve thinking about him. Or where he was. Or if he was dead. The last thought sent a shiver through your body, and you pushed deep into the recesses of your mind and settled on showering and watching the child play some more.

Relief came in the form of the hatch jolting open with a loud hiss nearly an hour later. You were up in the cockpit with the kid, and you heard the staggered breathing coming out of his helmet and the uneven thud of his boots before he had even called you name.

“Y-Y/N! I n-need-” and then another labored breath echoing through his modulator. You quickly placed the kid in his pram and practically threw yourselves down the steps of the Razorcrest, watching as he toss discarded pieces of beskar around the ship. It smelled like fire, the seering stench of blaster fire making skin contact, you had only smelt it once before, and even then it was merely a graze on your shoulder when you had decided to accompany Mando into town one eventful evening.

“What happened to “stopping for supplies?”

“Rude traders. Wanted my beskar. Had to lose them before coming back here.” He said curtly, you could tell each word was forced out of his mouth.

You grabbed the med kit and watched as he sat in a heap in the corner. It felt weird to see him like this, so vulnerable and small. So weird, in fact, that you barely had time to register that his chest was fully exposed to you, tan skin with raised scars peaking out at all angels, black hair smeared across his chest and torso. The first thought you had was downright sinful. The second thought was that the blaster wound was large and way to centered on his abdomen to be painless. You busied yourself quickly with the med kit and tried to distract yourself from the sounds of his breathing trickling through the modulator, and the thought swirling through your head. “C’mon Y/N, you’ve done this before. Just because it’s bigger and smellier and more vital than ever before doesn’t make it any different.” You mumbled to yourself as you walked over. He straightened up as much as he could before you started to work and through his helmet you could hear him murmur “Is my doctor giving herself… A pep talk before she saves my life?” You laughed at his joke in spite of yourself, “Oh no, is the mandalorian really trying out humour now? I think we’ve truly gone too far, you can’t be saved.”

“Well, with you as my doctor, I didn’t know salvation was an option.”

Even through the modulator and the pain you could tell his remark was filled with nothing but light, his sense of humour never failed him. Gods be sure, if Mando could find some twisted humour in a moment, he was going to use it. You were applying the finishing touches to his bacta patch and sealing the wound, when you realized he hadn't answered any of your questions for the past few moments. Urgency shook your chest as you tapped his shoulder, “M-Mando? Mando?” After no response you tapped his helmet, hoping and praying that beskar echoed and he would wake up, “Oh gods Mando? Please don’t go, I swear to gods I can’t do this-” and you gestured to the ship and the sleeping child upstairs, “without you.” You choked, swallowing tears and tapping his shoulders aggressively. Finally, you heard a shaky breath come through the modulator, and your relieved sighs turned more and more into flustered ones when that breath turned into a husky laugh. “Sorry Y/N I guess I just got… lost in thought. Your medical skills certainly didn’t help bring me back any quicker,” he began, shifting into a more comfortable seated position. The bacta was already working, his mood and physicality had improved tremendously. Yours however, was dropping fast. “Jesus! What the hell, I thought you were dying!” you spat, standing up abruptly and spinning on your heel towards the ladder.

“Hey hey, now wait a minute-” he said, grabbing your wrist as you turned.

“Seriously Mando. I thought you were dead. That helmet needs a damn heart monitor, can’t ever tell when your eyes are open or closed.” You huffed, and his grip on your wrist tightened as he led you into a seated position between his outstretched legs. He let go of your wrist and his fingers lingered on the palm of your hand. The leather felt cool compared to the sheen of sweat that now coated your entire body. “Did you… Mean what you said?” He spoke, his voice cool through the robotic sound of his helmet.

“Mean what?”

“That you couldn’t do it… Without me?”

You sucked in your breath and looked everywhere but at him. Even out of the corner of your eye you could see the metallic visor staring at you, you just knew his eyes were burning through your skin.

“F-Forget it, please? I thought you were dying and I’m still very upset over your stupid joke.”

“Y/N. Did you?”

“Please Mando. Just drop it.”

“Did. You.” You looked up at him now, pulled your eyes out of your lap and into the visor of his helmet. Chest piece still discarded on the ground, you looked at him and his bare skin. Even in injury, this was a vulnerable state for him to be in. He had mentioned before it was never really “correct” for a Mandalorian to ever be seen without any piece of beskar, but here he was, exposed and open right in front of you. Before your confidence slipped you decided it was only fair to be vulnerable right back.

“Yes.” you whispered, eyes leaving his for just another moment and dropping back into your lap. Across you, you could feel his arms reach forward, and he grabbed your hips and scooted you on the floor close to him. His gloved hand made its way up to your cheek and you leaned into the gentle touch. He was never like this, sure he was soft with the kid, and always kind to you, but like this? With your skin so close to his and his hands wrapped around you so tight? This was new, and this was heaven. If you could ask the Gods you would tell them ‘take me now, I want to live in this moment forever. Don’t bother sending me anywhere else, I’ll stay here for all eternity thank you.’

“I just didn’t want you to think I was stupid. Or some silly romantic woman.” You breathed, and his hands fell back into yours. ‘I happen to like silly romantic women. Even if they always stitch me up crooked and push too hard on the bacta patches.” He chuckled, and you laughed in response before sighing and looking back up at him. His head cocked to the side, and you watched as he pressed a button on his wrist comm and plunged the ship into darkness.

“What are you doing?” You asked, you couldn’t see anything past the tip of your nose and the air felt sickly cold around you. Every light was off, every machine every control. You heard an unfamiliar hiss come from him, and when a heavy thud soon followed, you understood what had happened. His helmet was now among the pile of beskar growing at your feet. “I put the ship in stealth mode and low power. Don’t be alarmed. I’m going to kiss you.”

And boy did he follow through. Everything you thought before was a lie. This was heaven, no wait, this was BETTER than heaven. You dared the Gods to come up with something better than the feeling of his lips on yours, scruff chafing your upper lip and cheeks as he grabbed your waist pulling you in deeper. This was bliss, pure unadulterated bliss. He was soft and gentle and his breath on your neck felt like everything you had dreamed of. Maybe this was a reverse. Maybe you had actually died and this was all a dream? No, he felt too real, he tasted too real. Like sandalwood and metal and something you couldn’t quite place. He pulled away and you pressed your forehead against his, squeezing your eyes shut in case they had adjusted to the dark. “Mando?” you asked, laying your head in the crook of his neck, eyes still shut as you felt his hands weave into your y/h/c hair.

“Hmm?”

“That was the least threatening warning I’ve ever heard from a bounty hunter. You need to work on your pitch.”

“Oh yeah?” he asked, pulling a finger across his torso letting you feel different scars along his chest, “and you need to work on your stitch.”

[yoondoze]

playground escapades | n.jm

“it’s two in the morning, what are you doing here?” + “can i kiss you?” + jaemin 

pairing: na jaemin x reader

genre: pure unadulterated fluff uwu

word count: 1.7k

warnings: none

a/n: i got carried away so this is now a one-shot

You almost didn’t notice the way your phone on the nightstand lit up as you were too busy sulking in your bed.  However, instead of ignoring the glow, you made the decision to pick it up.

nana, 6:34 pm

we still on for tonight?

Upon reading the message, a shock of panic ran through your body. You had totally forgotten! Too caught up in drama with your family, your plans with Jaemin had completely slipped your mind.

you, 6:35pm

omfg i’m so sorry

i got grounded earlier because i failed my math test :( i can’t go out

nana, 6:37pm

what??

they GROUNDED you for a bad grade? wtf

you, 6:40pm

yeah, i know :(

nana, 6:42pm

when are you grounded til?

you, 6:43pm

for the next couple days, idk. when they do this i’ll usually wait four days before asking to go somewhere sooo

nana, 6:45pm

that’s absolutely unbelievable

is that even legal? that can’t be legal

that’s so unfair

You laughed to yourself at the texts he was sending through. You thought it was unfair, too, but there wasn’t much you could do about it besides face reality and put up with the punishment. He made it a bit better, though - it brought up one of your first smiles of the day.

you, 6:47pm

yeah, it is. but i’ll see you at school, at least. sorry i can’t go with you

nana, 6:48pm

not your fault. i’ll figure out something we can do, just wait ;)

The winky face had you tilting your head upon reading it. Wait? Wait for what?

you, 6:50pm

what does that mean?

nana, 6:50pm

just wait!! love u and see u soon <3

you, 6:50pm

...see you? love u too

Though you had no idea what the boy meant, you carried on with your night, setting down your phone before your parents could see you and take it away.

Clank.

You blinked at the sound of a small puttering sound echoing out in your room and turned over, tangling yourself in the warmth of your bedsheets.

Clank.

You buried yourself deeper in your covers to try to mask the noise.

Clank.

Frustrated, you reached for your pillow and folded around your head to shield your ears.

Clank.

You huffed, angrily climbing out of bed and treading over to your window. Ripping back the curtains, your heart nearly stopped when your eyes landed on the figure standing outside. You stumbled back in alarm, a gasp slipping from your mouth.

Then the figure waved. In the moonlight, you could make out a beaming smile - one awfully familiar to you. You sighed to yourself, pinching the bridge of your nose before flinging open the window, revealing your boyfriend with a cheeky simper laying comfortably on his face.

“Jaemin, it’s two in the fucking morning, what are you doing here?”

He chuckled. “I told you I’d see you soon, didn’t I?”

“I mean- yeah,” you sputtered, trying to keep your voice down, “but I didn’t think you’d be knocking on my window in the middle of the night!”

He shrugged in response. “My spontaneity is a surprising trait to most.”

You deadpanned, looking at him with a tired but deathly stare, but he only smiled. “Again, why are you here?”

“Well you see,” he started, “I think it’s unfair that your parents grounded you, so I’m here to give you the dose of fun you need!”

“...And how will you do that?”

“I’m sneaking you out, obviously!”

You felt your face scrunch up. “What? No - Jaemin, I can’t leave. They’ll kill me if they find out.”

“So we just have to make sure they don’t find out,” he replied with a mischievous grin plastered on his face.

“C’mon, it’ll only be for a little bit. You’ll be back before the sun rises, I promise.”

To top it off, he brought out his puppy eyes and pushed out his bottom lip in a plump pout. It was something he knew you couldn’t resist - while Jaemin was one of the most push and shove kind of characters you knew, you were absolutely weak for his tactics.

“Alright. Where are we going?”

“I’ll tell you when you get out here. It’s kind of cold out so you should probably put on a jacket, and maybe some pants, too, unless you’re feeling frisky,” he teased, making your face flush hot.

You crept around your room carefully and slipped on some joggers and grabbed a sweatshirt hanging from the back of your door. You pulled it over your head and made your way back to the window and widened it open as far as it could go.

You were in good fortune that your bedroom was on the first floor - there was no way you’d be able to sneak out by trying to walk out of the back door due to the horrible squeakiness of the floorboards.

Carefully, you popped out the screen and laid it on the floor, then gently hooking your legs over the sill. Jaemin aided your maneuver with his hands on your sides, lowering you out slowly. Then, you plopped onto the ground behind the shrubs.

You wiped your hands on your thighs. “Okay, so now where are we going?”

“You’ll see when we get there,” he said simply.

“Na Jaemin,” you sighed, shaking your head, “you’ll be the death of me.”

He smirked. “But for now, I’m the life of you.”

He clasped his hand with yours and pulled you off, crouching down slightly behind the cover of foliage even though you were almost certain that there would be no one awake to spot you.

The walk wasn’t far, but there wasn’t much conversation between the two of you - only small giggles and shy smiles. It felt odd, but there wasn’t a sick feeling in your stomach like always when you were doing something like this. You hated not following the rules, you hated getting in trouble, and you certainly never snuck out... That is, until you met Jaemin.

At the same time, there was a rush of excitement that went against your desire to turn around and run home, to tuck yourself into bed before anyone found out. 

Soon, he stopped walking and spread his arms out, motioning to the land before him.

“...the park?” You asked.

“No, silly - the playground!”

You shook your head but followed after him when he took off toward the large structure in the center of the wood chips.

He skipped up the stairs happily, and you thought that the playground was the perfect place for a boy like Jaemin. Of course he’d want to take you to a place full of good memories and the purity of childhood youth, wouldn’t he? It was exactly what he embodied as a person.

You slid your hands along the colorful handrails as you climbed up, spinning some of the wheels and flipping the blocks along the way.

At the top of the slide was where Jaemin was perched, sitting crisscrossed in its dark green plastic mouth.

You sat down across from him and reached over for his hand, pulling it into your lap as you laced your fingers with his.

His head turned out to look over the open fields surrounding the small area of woodchips. Multiple overgrown baseball fields sat between the playground and the treeline, everything empty and bare. 

“Isn’t it amazing?” He asked, “you know, being here all alone.”

You nodded in agreement, looking through the slits of the slide out across the other equipment. This was the highest point of the park, and you could even see a few twinkling lights from town far away.

“I don’t know about you, but whenever I’m here at night, time doesn’t feel… real. It’s like we don’t even exist because no one’s here to see. It’s just us.”

“Yeah, I think I know what you mean,” you said, “It feels nice. It feels good. Like I belong in this place, where there’s no reality to return to... like I’m a kid again.”

The corners of his mouth tugged up. “Exactly.”

So close up, you could see how the soft moonlight shone on his face, putting a certain glow in his eyes that made you feel like you were falling in love all over again. When he drew you in with his gaze, you thought that maybe you were buried deep in those thoughts, like how he was in yours.

“Can I kiss you?”

The direct question had you hanging your head down in embarrassment. Jaemin was bold, you knew, but it never failed to catch you off guard. You bit your lip, trying to fight back a grin before coming back up with a small “yes.”

With your response, he immediately leaned in. His hand rushed up to its place on the side of your face, lips gently pushing against your own.

A delicate kiss to fit the delicacy of childhood memories, you supposed.

If you focused hard enough, let yourself go in the moment, you could be there again; Back to a time so pure and without worry. You could get lost in that place of innocence.

But then Jaemin was there again, bringing you back to reality. He was a reminder that the real world, the now world, was still good - your memories stayed with you always, both in a playground and out. You could grow up without leaving it behind. If Jaemin wasn’t living proof of that, then you didn’t know what was.

Giggles escaped his mouth when he pulled back, neck craning up to look at the stars above. You knew he was trying to hide a blush, but you wouldn’t tease him for it.

After letting out a large exhale, he prompted, “It’s getting late. Why don’t we get you home?”

You hummed quietly in thought. “I think…” you said, watching as his signature smirk began to rise on his face, knowing just what you were about to say, “that we should stay a little longer.”

[scuzmunkie]

Love is Blind: Chapter 10

A/N: My beautiful, darling little pumpkins. Thank you so much for the outpour of love you all continue to show me and my story!! I can’t tell you how excited I get every time I see a note, comment and reblog!! You all are so amazing!! Here’s chapter 10, lmk if there are any mistakes or if you’d like to be added to the tag list and as always, enjoy!! Seth Rollins x Blind OFC Warnings: Language and pure, unadulterated fluff. Implied sexy times. Word Count: 3000+ Summary: Seth was Lily’s world, she was foolish enough to think that she was his. That is until he leaves her behind in pursuit of his dreams. What happens when fate throws them together again years after the heartache and tears? How can Lily see past the pain of the past when she can’t see at all? +++ Seth looked at himself in the floor length mirror, fiddling with the black piece of fabric for what felt like the eightieth time. He turned at the sound of Roman and Dean trying to stifle their laughter. “I’m glad you two douche bags find this so amusing!” He growled with a scowl, looking back at the mirror. Roman finally stood, walking over to the younger man and pushed Seth’s hands away from the uncooperative article of clothing. “Deep breaths.” Roman said calmly as he retied and straightened Seth’s black tie. “There you go. Now calm your ass down.” “I’m trying, I just want everything to be perfect.” “It will be!” Dean piped in, straightening his own tie, “and not to sound like a total dick, but she’s blind, you don’t have to look perfect for her.” “Damn Uce, stay classy...” Roman said, shaking his head at Dean’s comment. “I know that, but I want to look my best for her, to let her know that she’s worth getting all dressed up for.” All three men turned their heads to the door when they heard sniffling. Renee stood there with tears in her eyes and a hand over her heart. “Rollins, that may have been the most beautiful thing I’ve heard.” “Hey, I say romantic shit to you all the time, doll!” Dean said, chuckling when Renee playfully smacked his shoulder. “How is she?” Seth asked, fastening his cuff links. “Oh Seth, I wish I could tell you, but it’s bad luck for the groom to see the bride before the wedding!” She said, her pointer finger raised for dramatic emphasis. “Now sit and let me help you with that mop.” “For your information, Lily loves my mop, thank you very much.” He said, hubris radiating from him. Renee simply rolled her eyes as she parted his hair and put it in his signature low bun, securing it with a black hair tie and gelled the hell out of it. “There,” She said, admiring her handy work, “this sucker won’t move even in a hurricane!” Kissing her cheek he mumbled a ‘thanks’ and proceeded to get the rest of his suit on. He and Lily decided on a black on black three piece suits for him and the groomsmen while the women wore knee length, mint green lace dresses with cap sleeves and open backs. Seth chose the color because it brought out Lily’s eyes. Taking a deep breath, Seth gave himself one last look over before he, Renee, Dean and Roman left the room. —- Lily’s mother, Gwen, sat next to a very nervous Lily as the makeup artist applied the finishing touches on Lily’s face as the hair dresser gave her one last sprits of hairspray. Her leg was bouncing with anticipation. She hadn’t slept at all last night. She stayed up with Renee and Amanda talking about everything and nothing at the same time. Gwen reached for her daughter’s hand and gave it a reassuring squeeze. “What’s got you so worked up, my sweet girl?” Lily bit her lip as tears started to fill her eyes. Amanda quickly started fanning Lily’s face to stop the tears from ruining her makeup. Synndy was by her side in an instant with a cold watery bottle. “Lily-Pad, what is it?” Amanda asked sweetly. “It’s stupid.” Lily mumbled, not wanting to say it out loud. “Hey, it’s not stupid at all, tell us what’s wrong?” Renee said, crouching down in front of the bride to be. “I just, I wish I c-could see, just for one day.” She whispered. “I wish I could see Seth and the look on his face when he sees me. I want so badly to see how stunning he’ll look in his suit. It, it’s silly tho.” She finished with a sad smile. The other three women immediately embraced Lily. Gwen took Lily’s face in her hands and lovingly kissed each of her cheeks. “Oh my sweet baby,” She softly cooed, “it’s not silly. Not one bit. It’s normal to want that, especially on such a special occasion.” She kissed her daughter and gently dabbed her tears with a tissue. “Now, lets get you dressed m’love!” She said as Amanda got Lily’s dress. They had spent hours upon hours trying to find the perfect dress then one day, they found Lily’s dress; an elegant lacy mermaid dress with an off the shoulders scoop neck and long sheer sleeves. When she first tried it on, there wasn’t a dry eye in the store. When she was dressed, Amanda gently placed a bouquet in Lily’s hands, placing a small kiss on her best friend’s cheek. Just then, there was a knock on the door and in came a very dapper looking Luke. He smiled lovingly at his wife as he kissed her then made his way to Lily. “Wow kiddo,” Luke said once he stood in front of Lily, “you look absolutely breathtaking.” He placed his hands on her shoulders, giving them a gentle squeeze and kissed her forehead. “I c-can’t thank you enough for doing this for me, Luke.” Lily said softly, unshed tears in her eyes. “Hey,” he whispered, lifting her chin with a single finger, “it’s my absolute pleasure. Your old man is a fool because I would be so proud to be your dad. If I ever have a daughter I want her to be just like you.” He pulled her into a hug as tears freely rolled down his cheeks. —- Seth stood at the alter, anxiously waiting for his bride. He smiled as he thought back to the first day he saw her. He was so humiliated he had fallen that he took it out on her. Now, he’s so grateful that he tripped over her cane because that’s what brought her into his life. He was brought out of his thoughts when the music hit signaling that the bridesmaids and groomsmen were on their way. “Ok,” he mumbled to himself, “let’s get this show on the road.” He quickly cracked his neck trying to get rid of the last of his nerves. Roman’s daughter delicately dropping handfuls of flower petals as she slowly walked down the isle next to Brody who was proudly holding the rings on a light mint green pillow. When they reached the end of the isle they both gave Seth their best smiles. Then came Amanda and Roman, followed by Dean and Renee, all wearing huge grins and unshed tears, the most prominent being Amanda. She smiled at Seth while giving him a wink. As hard as it was for Amanda to let her go, she knew that Seth would take care of Lily and love her for the rest of their lives. As they took their places by the alter, Roman gave Seth’s shoulder a brotherly squeeze. “I’m so happy for you, little brother.” Roman whispered as the music signaling the arrival of the bride started playing. When the guests all stood, Seth took a deep breath and looked towards the end of the isle, only for said breath to be taken away. In walked Luke with Lily on his arm. Seth felt his head spin and as tho his heart would beat right out of his chest. Lily walked down the isle looking like something out of a dream. Her beautiful smile lighting up the room with eyes shining bright. He still couldn’t believe that this beautiful angel agreed to marry him. Truth be told, Seth never thought he’d ever get married, it wasn’t something that appealed to him. But that all changed the day she walked into his life. When they reached the alter, Luke gently turned Lily towards him, lifted her veil and kissed her forehead. “Love you, kiddo.” He whispered before turning her back to Seth who had his hand stretched out towards his soon to be wife. Lifting her wrist, Luke guided Lily’s hand to Seth’s open palm. Lily’s nerves were still raging on the inside, but felt a sense of peace when she felt Seth’s fingers wrap lovingly around hers. He helped her up the steps to the alter where the officiator waited. Lily’s face was going to hurt so much by the end of the night with all the smiling she was doing. As she held Seth’s hands, a bastard tear managed to find its way down her cheek but was stopped by Seth’s calloused hand. He felt his heart skip a beat as she nuzzled into his touch, something he’ll never get used to. “The couple will now exchange their vows.” The officiator said, bringing Seth and Lily out of their tender little moment. Lily took a deep breath, squeezing Seth’s hands softly. “Seth,” her lips were already trembling, “you make me feel whole, like there’s nothing wrong with me. When I’m with you I feel like the most beautiful woman in the world. All my life, people treated me like I was broken, but you see me, not my disability. You are my heart, without you I am nothing. I hate going to sleep because it’s hours away from you. Where I’m weak, you make me strong, when I fall, you catch me, and when I feel like I can’t go on, you give me the strength to feel like I can do anything. I love you more than life itself and I can’t believe that I get to spend the rest of it with you.” By now Lily’s tears fell freely as she professed her undying love for Seth. Seth let out a shaky breath stared at Lily with nothing but pure love and admiration. “My beautiful Lily, before I met you my world was dark, all I saw was black but you came in and brought color into my life. You were the only one who saw me suffering when I tried my hardest to hide it. With no disregard for your own safety, you came into my apartment, someone you barely knew and saved me from myself. I never wanted the whole married thing, wife, kids and what not, but with you I can’t wait to have a little one of our own. I love you with every fiber of my being.” With tears streaming from down his face, Seth pulled Lily closer to him, placing his forehead on hers, whispered, “My heart truly beat for the first time when I felt your arms around me that night.” There wasn’t a dry eye in the entire room. The officiator finished the ceremony, Brody proudly bringing the rings to the happy couple, earning a wink from Seth. “I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride!” Seth pulled Lily into his arms and happily shared their first kiss as husband and wife. —- Lily and Seth sat at the head table after greeting their friends and family. Seth brought Lily’s hand to his lips and kissed the back of it, Lily turned to face her husband, feeling for his face with her free hand and kissed his lips. “I love you so much, Mr. Rollins.” “I love you too, Mrs. Rollins. More than you’ll ever know.” He whispered, kissing her again.

He was lost in her eyes, they were filled with love and utter joy. He promised himself right then and there that he’d do everything in his power to keep that look in her eyes. The voice of their MC brought them both back to the present. “Ladies and gentlemen, the happy couple will now share their fist dance as husband and wife.”   Taking Lily by the hand, Seth stood up with her and they made their way to the center of the floor. Lily had asked Seth to choose their song which he agreed to but with one condition; she didn’t get to know until their wedding day. He couldn’t help but reminisce about the night he chose the song. —- Seth was driving to the next town with Lily curled up sleeping soundly in the passenger seat. It was her turn to choose the music and even tho she was asleep, Seth kept her phone plugged in. Then, a song came through the speakers. When he was stopped at a red light, he peered over to the sleeping angel on his right as the lyrics filled the air. Seth reached over, tucking his hoodie better on her but stopped when she took his and in her sleep. He was so lost in the moment, her hand in his and the lyrics. It wasn’t until the car behind him honked that he realized that the light had turned green. It felt like this was her song for him and his for her, this was it, this was their song. —- When Seth and Lily took their place in the center of the room, her arms around his neck and his hands on her hips, the music started to play. I remember all of the things that I thought I wanted to be So desperate to find a way out of my world and finally breathe Right before my eyes I saw, my heart it came to life This ain't easy, it's not meant to be Every story has its scars Lily’s eyes immediately filled with tears. “This is our s-song?” She asked, smiling through the tears. “This is our song, pretty baby. Listen to the words, this is how you make me feel.” When the pain cuts you deep When the night keeps you from sleeping Just look and you will see That I will be your remedy When the world seems so cruel And your heart makes you feel like a fool I promise you will see That I will be, I will be your remedy “I l-love you so much, Seth.” She whispered against his lips. “You’ve made me so happy” No river is too wide or too deep for me to swim to you Come whatever, I'll be the shelter that won't let the rain come through Your love, it is my truth And I will always love you Love you “Not as happy as you’ve made me. I’m the luckiest man on earth.” He said, kissing her deeply. 

When the pain cuts you deep When the night keeps you from sleeping Just look and you will see That I will be your remedy When the world seems so cruel And your heart makes you feel like a fool I promise you will see That I will be, I will be your remedy “Oh? I think I could give you a run for your money, Mr. Rollins.” She challenged playfully, a small giggle escaping her lips. “Is that so, Mrs. Rollins?!” He would never tire of saying that, knowing that she was totally and completely his. She gently tightened her arms around his neck, their foreheads pressed together, as she softly sang along with the last chorus of the song. When the pain cuts you deep When the night keeps you from sleeping Just look and you will see I will be, I will be When the world seems so cruel And your heart makes you feel like a fool I promise you will see That I will be, I will be, I will be... Your Remedy When the song ended, the guests clapped and couples started making their way to the dance floor. Seth felt a small tug on his pant leg. Looking down, Brody gave a small wave. “May I cut in?” He asked, a cheeky smile plastered on his little face. Lily couldn’t help but laugh at the small boy’s bold request. Seth crouched down in front of Brody, giving him a warm smile. “Alright kiddo, but I get her back after this dance.” He said, playfully tussling Brody’s hair. “Deal!” And with that, his little hands reached for Lily’s as they danced to Mika’s “Love Today”, Brody jumping to the beat. The rest of the evening was spent dancing and laughing with their loved ones. Luke had surprised Lily with a father-daughter dance, both were in tears by the end of the song. Lily couldn’t have asked for a more perfect day. —- As Seth unlocked the door to their hotel suite he abruptly scooped Lily up in his arms and carried her over the threshold. She let squealed at his sudden actions, laughing as he set her on her feet. She turned in his arms, placed her hand on his face as she delicately traced his lips. Seth closed his eyes, savoring her soft touch, making her jump when he caught her middle finger between his teeth. She gently gasped as her cheeks slowly reddened. He still had the ability to make her feel so small and fragile in his arms. He took her hand in his as he softly kissed each of her fingertips. She closed her eyes at the sensation of feeling his lips on her skin. “Shall we consummate our marriage, Mrs. Rollins?” Seth said huskily in her ear, a small whimper escaping her luscious lips. “Please....” She whispered, her hands grabbing the lapels of his jacket. He groaned, how could one simple word make his entire core quake? He quickly threw her over his shoulder, giving a playful smack to her butt as he ran to the bedroom. They spent the night, tangled in the sheets and each other’s bodies, their breath mixing together as if their very existence depended on it. Lily laid next to Seth, her head on his bicep and her soft snores filling the room. Seth just laid there, eyes glued to his wife’s soft features. ‘My wife’ he thought to himself, two words he never thought he’d have in his vocabulary. He gently brushed the hair out of her face, tracing her lips with his thumb causing her to softly sigh in her sleep. Smiling to himself, Seth slipped his arm around Lily’s bare waist and pulled her flush against his body. Kissing her forehead one more time, he allowed sleep to peacefully wash over him as he fell asleep with his wife in his arms. +++ A/N: So I wanted to throw in the part with Seth dressing up for Lily even though she couldn’t see him. I got the idea from a documentary I watched about the man who Ben Affleck talked to when he was filming DareDevil. He told a story about how his wife got all dolled up for him. She told him that even tho he can’t see her she wanted to look her best for him. It was the cutest thing ever!! A/N: Just wanted to also say that Seth and Lily’s wedding song was “Remedy” by Adele In case anyone didn’t know what the song was.

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[jincherie]

happy kitty | seokjin

↠ silly kitty after-story!

↼pairing: Seokjin x reader ↼genre: fluff, romance, drabble, hybrid!au ↼words: 2.4k+ ↼warnings: fluff, mistletoe kisses, confessions-- the works ↼notes: AH! I was planning this for a while but didn’t get around to it for ages, but I’m glad I got it done before Christmas was completely over! also its 4am and I haven’t edited this sue me <3 Merry Christmas again!!

After trying to confess your feelings for two weeks after Seokjin’s birthday, you finally trap him under some mistletoe.

↼posted; 25.12.2017

↼masterlist | silly kitty

It was with a certain sense of resignation that you watched Seokjin’s broad back as he fled quickly around the corner after seeing you walking towards him, disappearing from sight just as quickly as he’d entered. It was Christmas day, and all of you had gathered at Jungkook’s apartment for the occasion. The day had begun in high spirits, and even now everything was going perfectly and you didn’t think you’d ever had a better Christmas. Everyone was happy, laughter echoed throughout the house and blended perfectly with the beats coming from the small but powerful set of Bluetooth speakers Yoongi had gifted Jungkook. Food was out, presents had all been open, and now you were all playing games in the living room—well, everyone but Seokjin and yourself.

Seokjin had confessed to you. It had been an accident, of course, something that slipped out in the heat of the moment on his birthday, when he’d been so overwhelmed with happiness he’d peppered your face with kisses and accidentally blurted his love for you. He hadn’t realised then, and it had happened so quickly that the moment was over before you had the opportunity to tell him that you loved him to. That night went, and so did the two weeks after it, and Seokjin still didn’t know you returned his affection. There were opportunities, of course, but you being you, you managed to miss every single one of them. It probably didn’t help that after Seokjin realised he’d confessed to you, he grew so embarrassed and awkward he’d avoided you for three whole days before he gave up somewhat, and even then he was still stiff and embarrassed whenever he met your eyes.

You just wanted to let him know you returned his feelings, but on the occasions where he didn’t run away from you, you suddenly found yourself tongue-tied. Instead of “Hey, I love you”, it was “Wow, the weather’s crazy today, huh?” that came out of your mouth as you spoke over dinner. When you were sitting behind him on the couch, brushing your fingers through his hair and scratching behind his ears, it wasn’t “I adore you” that passed your lips, but “Seokjinnie, your hair is so soft lately!”. You were growing more annoyed with your own inability to confess when you had the chance than anything.

But you needed to do it, and you wanted to— you wanted to spill your heart to him, brush your hands over his cheeks as you told him every single thing you adored about him and how truly precious he was to you. You wanted to hold him close and never let him go, pepper his face with affection and kiss him softly, passionately, until he knew and felt just how much you treasured him. You were so in love with this boy, you couldn’t bear the slight tension and distance between you and you knew he felt the same and could do something about it.

So you’d made a resolution— on Christmas day you were finally going to confess to him. The day had finally come, and although you had managed to steel your nerves you had yet to pin him down. For some reason, the raven-haired hybrid had been avoiding you again— almost as much as he had been in the day or so after his birthday. This, understandably, made it very difficult for you to confess to him like you planned. You’d need to try a lot harder, because you were not letting this day pass without you doing what you wanted so desperately to do.

Letting out a great sigh, you turned and made your way back to the kitchen for a drink of water, eyeing the mistletoe hung over the doorway as you went. Jungkook had told Taehyung and Jimin all about mistletoe, and from the very get-go they’d been nothing short of excited at the concept. Jungkook had bought some as decorations when they asked, and the two hybrids had gone to town on the place. There was mistletoe hanging above almost every doorway in Jungkook’s apartment, and it was… dangerous. Taehyung, the cheeky pup, had tried more than a few times to playfully nudge you under it and earn a kiss, but Seokjin had stopped him every time. It was like he had a sense for it, because every time Taehyung even neared a doorway with you in tow, Seokjin would spin and pin the puppy with a deadly glare that had the younger hybrid letting out a yelp and backing off. It was kind of amusing, but still if Seokjin could chase others off then he could definitely talk to you. But he wouldn’t go near you alone, especially when you were standing near a doorway…

Shaking your head, you got your drink, then went to join the others in the living room. The time for lunch came and went, and with full tummies you spent the afternoon with your friends laughing and playing games together. You didn’t manage to pin Seokjin down at all. You came close once, but Jungkook walked in before you could force the words from where they sat at the tip of your tongue— and as much as you wanted to confess to Seokjin, you really didn’t want to give Jungkook that kind of ammunition to tease you with, even if he and Yoongi had pretty much already guessed your feelings anyway.

You were growing restless as daylight fled and night seeped across the sky. You’d all had dinner, although not too much since you were all too full to really gorge yourselves. Currently, you were all alternating between quiet conversations and watching the movie splayed across the wall from the old school projector Jungkook had managed to scrounge up at some second-hand place. You couldn’t stop your gaze from wandering over to the raven-haired feline where he sat on the other couch, squished between the arm and Hoseok but looking every bit as satisfied and happy as you wanted him to be. The sight warmed your heart, but you couldn’t help the thoughts niggling in the back of your mind. Technically, you didn’t have to confess to him today, but you’d already worked yourself up so much and made up your mind. If you didn’t do it today, you didn’t know if you ever would.

The movie continued, leaving you to bounce between being immersed in your thoughts and staring at the beautiful feline hybrid that had captured your heart. About three quarters of the way through, however, your attention was torn from the movie as the object of your affection pulled himself from the couch, declaring that he was going to the kitchen for some water. He was immediately bombarded with requests for drinks and food, and as he turned to make his way to the kitchen you seized the new opportunity that had made itself apparent to you.

Not a second after he left the room were you leaping from your spot cuddled against Jimin and Taehyung and stumbling after him, attempting to be somewhat stealthy and failing miserably. You caught him in the doorway to the kitchen. He stiffened as he heard your soft footsteps padding rapidly towards him.

“Jinnie!” you cooed, shooting him a winning smile as he turned to meet your gaze. “Do you need some help?”

Inwardly, you cursed yourself for giving him an opportunity to refuse your presence. It was like you’d never learn. Seokjin, cheeks colouring a soft pink under your gaze, stuttered slightly as he spoke, “N-no thanks, y/n. I think I got it by myself.”

He then turned, and you panicked. It was getting late, Christmas day was almost over, and if you missed yet another opportunity to confess you didn’t think you could live with yourself. Without thinking you lurched, grasping his arm and tugging him slightly. “Wait! Seokjinnie I need to tell you something.”

He peered at you, a mixture of confusion and curiosity in his gaze as his ears flicked towards you and his tail swayed behind him, and you gulped. Fuck, you were really about to do this, you couldn’t let yourself back out now. Seokjin’s voice was slightly raspy as it escaped his throat, “What?”

You tried to steel yourself, tugging the hybrid closer so he stood in the doorway with you and grasping both of his hands in yours, his skin pleasantly warm to the touch. “I, uh, need to get something off my chest.”

Immediately Seokjin looked worried, and you winced internally. That could have been more delicately put. You tried to remedy it quickly. “It’s nothing bad! Don’t worry, it’s nothing bad.”

Seokjin still looked slightly dubious, but remained in his place nonetheless. “What is it?”

You gulped. This was it. you’d come too far to back out now. “I… do you remember your birthday?”

Not what you wanted to say, but it was a start. Seokjin nodded, feline eyes trained on yours. You continued after taking a deep breath, “Well, do you also remember how you, uh… you said…”

At the mention, even as indirect as it was, of his accidental confession, Seokjin’s entire face flushed pink, his eyes widening as he sputtered and attempted to form a coherent response. Watching his reaction caused a sudden rush of courage within you, and you decided to ride it while you could. You didn’t give it a second thought before you blurted out the words that had been on the tip of your tongue for the past two weeks. “Seokjin, I’m in love with you.”

The hybrid froze, an expression of pure, unadulterated shock painting his beautiful features as he looked at you in disbelief. It wasn’t often Seokjin was rendered speechless, and since you were still riding that wave of courage you decided at this point it was either go big or go home. Mimicking an action he’d done to you once before, you brought the large hands in your grasp to your lips, pressing a soft kiss to his knuckles, before lacing your fingers together. His cheeks were such a vibrant pink they almost glowed. You shot him a smile as you spoke, “You’re one of the most important people in my life, Jin. I’ll never be thankful for anything more than I’m thankful to have you. You’re precious to me, and I wanted to let you know that I love you too.”

Seokjin stood, shaken, before you for a few moments more before his angelic face split into one of the most beautiful, radiant grins you’d ever seen. He positively beamed at you. “y/n…” he started, voice wavering slightly and the slightest traces of unshed tears budding in the corners of his eyes. His tail flickered wildly and it was the only warning you got.

He threw himself at you, wrapping his long arms around your form and burying his face in your neck as he sniffled, holding you tightly, “I love you, y/n, so much—”

“Silly kitty, don’t cry,” you laughed, arms coming up immediately to return his embrace. There was a warmth blossoming in your chest that soothed every worry your mind could have ever conjured. You couldn’t get the stupid smile off your face.

Seokjin sniffled, pulling back with a roll of his eyes, yet fondness remained in his gaze. “Why didn’t you tell me before now? I’ve been so embarrassed thinking you didn’t like me back and I’d ruined everything.”

You poked his nose, “You were avoiding me! I couldn’t tell you. Plus… I don’t know, it’s hard, okay? Be thankful I told you now. I could have left you in suspense until New Year’s.”

The slightest traces of fear trickled into Seokjin’s gaze, and he was quick to cover it with a sheepish, sunshine-y beam.  “You’re right,” he acquiesced, leaning down to press a prompt kiss to the tip of your nose, all the while wearing a giddy smile. “I’m glad you told me— now no one else can steal a kiss on New Year’s Eve.”

You rolled your eyes, unable to help your grin, and he continued with a soft look. “Now come on, love, I actually do need help getting all those things from the kitchen.”

He shot you a sheepish yet somehow still cheeky smile, before he turned and went to walk away. You gripped his hand and tugged him back before he could move, your eyes wide. “Wait! Where do you think you’re going?”

Seokjin seemed confused, raven ear flicking, “The kitchen…?”

You shook your head, pointing above you. The hybrid turned his gaze upwards and instantly flushed pink, mouth dropping open in surprise as his gaze whipped back to you. You smiled at him brightly, before leaning up to press your lips against his own in a prompt kiss before he could protest or run away again. You’d only meant for it to be short and sweet, but the second you felt the plump, pillowy flesh of his lips against your own you were gone. Your hands came up to cup his cheek and thread smoothly through the hair behind his ear, a soft noise of surprise escaping you as Seokjin reacted to your touch and his mouth began to move against yours. His hands gripped your waist and back and you delighted in the press of his fingers into your flesh.

When you pulled back it was at though he’d stolen the very breath from your lungs. His cheeks were entirely pink, and eyes still wide with surprise as he stared at you in open adoration. You saw an opportunity and you took it.

“Well,” you said, breath coming slightly quicker than usual. “Have I ever told you, you take my breath away?”

Seokjin blinked, before a large smile tugged those pretty lips and he let out a loud laugh. “You’re a silly human,” he said fondly, eyes warm as they held your gaze. “Taehyung told me he put the mistletoe up for me and you, but I didn’t think it would actually work.”

You grinned, glancing at the decoration hanging above your heads. “I’m glad it was there,” you said, “It sure was easier than trying to track you down and keep you nearby long enough to get a kiss.”

Seokjin flushed further, if possible. You leaned up and pressed a chaste kiss on his cheek. “Now we can go get the things from the kitchen. You still need help, don’t you, silly kitty?”

The beam Seokjin flashed at you nearly split his cheeks. “Anything for more time with you.”

You playfully bopped his arm, but your heart was singing and the tune soothed your soul. Finally, the last pieces had fallen into place, and you were happy. You were happy with your kitty, and you wouldn’t trade it for anything in the world.

[the-wandering-vagrant]

Top 5 ships in general

When you mean in general, I am going to presume ALL FANDOMS, not just League.

OKAY.

- Number 5.

Plague Knight and Mona (Shovel Knight: Plague of Shadows)

(Fantastic artwork by @pickles4nickles)

I simply cannot stop loving these two. Unlike alot of ships I enjoy, these two are just pure, unadulterated adorableness and fluff. I don’t want to ruin the DLC for anyone who hasn’t played it, but the ending is possibly the sweetest thing i’ve seen from a video game. Cannot recommend it enough, its sad, sweet, a little sappy and a whole lotta cute.

- Number 4.

Dr. Eva Rosalene and Dr. Neil Watts (To the Moon)

(Wonderful artwork by @unoobang!)

To the Moon is by far my favourite game of all time. The experience was roughly the same as getting a piece of paper, making it into a paper rabbit, ripping it in half, taping it back together carefully and with extreme amounts of love, then watching it be thrown into a wood chipper, only for your best friend to present it to you all Mike Wazowski style like in Monsters Inc. Watts is a silly, laid-back goof with a big heart, meanwhile, Rosalene is a cold, calculating woman with a big brain. The balance between the two, combined with their inner, hidden desires and sins are so…. Human. Everything about them is human, and that’s why I love them so much.

- Number 3

Sky Hart and Takumi Nakamura (League of Legends)

(Lovely artwork by @ionian-storm-chaser)

Perhaps I am bias… Since as you can tell, I am the creator of Takumi. But in all honesty, I did not expect this simple relationship to snowball into so much emotion and development. Takumi, a disowned, wandering gunman with a vendetta, and Sky, a mercenary with an enchanted sword and a strong moral conviction seem like a generic story couple. But, its not only how fleshed out the two are, but how human they seem to me. Sky, who is portrayed by my good friend, Penny, is a strong-willed, compassionate soul who was dealt the hard hand in life, but came out better for it. Takumi is the opposite, someone who’s had his back shoved into a corner and had to fight like a rabid animal to escape. Right now their threads are few, and most their interactions are short, but how much they carry means more to me in the end.

- Number 2

Genji Shimada and Dr. Angela “Mercy” Ziegler (Overwatch)

(Superb artwork by @girlcarnivore!)

HA.

Honestly, I fell in love with Gency the second I saw it. Genji, a character which I find very interesting due to his internal war with himself, holds similarities with the good doctor that most can only see past the surface. Both had lost family in the past, Mercy losing her parents and Genji losing his brother, both through the burdens of wars, one being a physical one and the other a moral one. I feel that Mercy and Genji are two of the most personality rich characters in the game, period. Mercy, a doctor, who’s purpose is to heal and protect, has her creations turned to weapons, her research used to hurt, everything she’s stood for crumbling around her while she can only watch. Genji, a warrior who is torn between who he is and what he is, a machine, or a man, this internal struggle between himself, his brother, and his place in the universe. The tragedy that both had to face must have been unbearable, but in the grand scheme of things, all wounds heal, and all scars fade.

Honourable mentions!

- Steven Quartz Universe and Connie Maheswaran (Steven Universe)

- Jordan “Thermite” Trace and Yumiko “Hibana” Imagawa (Rainbow Six: Siege)

- Mugen and Fuu (Samurai Champloo)

- Marco Pagot and Madame Gina (Porco Rosso)

- Darwin Raglan Caspian Ahab Poseidon Nicodemius Watterson III and Carrie Krueger (The Amazing World of Gumball)

- Valkyrie Cain and Fletcher Renn (Skullduggery Pleasant series)

And now….

- Number 1

Yasuo “The Unforgiven” and Riven “The Exile” (League of Legends)

(Amazing artwork by @talgyu)

INHALES.

Okay, let’s do this.

Yasuo and Riven are perhaps my two favourite characters in any fictional setting, franchise or series. Yasuo, a disgraced warrior bent on honour and retribution, travelling the fine line between justice and vengeance with the woman who most likely killed his elder and forced him on this road, leading to the death of his friends and even his own brother? Impossible! That can’t happen!

Well, can’t it?

The main appeal for me, is how these two are identical on the opposite sides. Both were cast away from their nations, one fighting a war against it to save it, one fighting to save himself. They both believe in honour, in the hopes of justice and redemption. Both have endured so much pain, losing all the family they had, losing everything to the bloody sin we call war.

Riven, who’s most notable feature is her shattered sword, is a symbol of the ties being cut from her past. Yasuo, who’s blade is still whole, represents a very different story. The man who thinks he is whole is broken, and the woman who thinks she is broken is whole. The similarities, how they’ve hurt eachother so much without even knowing, is something which I want to see develop. Alot of people presume Yasuo will simply try to kill her outright. Why would he do that? That is against his whole character. The Unforgiven ended up here because of his foolish actions, by thinking too fast, by rushing in like a chaotic gust of wind. That man learned and was punished because of that. His symbolic ideals of balance, of life and death and creation and destruction that are so prevalent in his character would carry to his meeting with Riven.

Does he suspect her? Without a doubt. But will he rush to conclusions? No, only a wild and young wind will do that. Even in-game, everything he says to her is never a death threat, but always questions, questions he wants answers to. Their meetings are the beginning of the story, not the end.

If you wish for a wonderful piece of writing that almost perfectly explains their relationship, find “Follow The Wind” on Fanfiction.com by @tahimikamaxtli, I assure you will not be dissapointed.

Okay, now i’m gonna lie down.

[ceciditangxl-blog]

Stretch Your Wings

Some Gabriel and Castielle fluff because I can. 

Warning: Warm and fuzzy feelings ahead, enter at your own risk

Castielle felt like they had been battling the apocalypse forever. It seemed like every time they pushed back one world ending catastrophe, a new one rose to take its place. If she weren’t an angel, they would have begun to blend into each other in her head. 

The constant war on the never ending end times was exhausting all around, though Castielle was much better at hiding that than her human counterparts. It wasn’t so much the physical exhaustion that got her, that was easily recovered from, it was the mental and emotional strain that got her. 

It sounded selfish and vain, but the angel hadn’t had any time to take any kind of care of herself beyond the absolute necessities. Her wings, which currently sat folded against her back, were an complete disaster. She hadn’t had the chance to even try and maintain them since she had first led the charge into hell to rescue Dean. 

Just thinking about the state of her poor wings made Castielle depressed. Wings were a source of pride for angels, a direct link to their grace, to the very thing that made them angels. To have hers in such a state was shameful at best. 

Pulling herself from the rapidly spiralling train of thought, Castielle shakes her head. Sam and Dean were away on a hunt, which she assumed was going well as they hadn’t called on her yet, and they would not be back for a few days. She would be alone for that period of time, she figured she might as well make good use of it. 

She stood up from the armchair in the library she had been occupying for the last little while, and made her way to her bedroom. The light flicked on as she walked in. The room was sparsely decorated, Cas’s tastes were simple and minimalist. She dug through the dresser opposite the bed, looking for something more comfortable to wear in the place of her usual business casual attire. It would have been simple enough for her to simply change her clothes with a mere thought, but she had found that she enjoyed the motions of changing her clothing the human way. 

Once she was in a plain black tee and a pair of dark wash jeans, she left the room, turning the light off on her way out. She slipped on a pair of running shoes and made sure the bunker was locked up before leaving. She touched down in an empty field a few miles out from the bunker. It was a considerably large field, littered with wildflowers and fireflies. 

Castielle paused for a second to simply take in the scene in front of her, somewhere in the distance she could hear rushing water. For a moment she was reminded of heaven, back when she was still a fledgling, spending most of her time playing with Gabriel. An intense feeling of longing flashed through her at the thought of the archangel, but she shoved it down, determined not to let her grief ruin the night. 

She doubled check to make sure she was completely alone. Then she took a deep breath, closed her eyes, and willed her wings into physical form. At first they only appear in their smaller form, as she would normally have them do, but tonight she plans to indulge herself. She wills them to manifest at their true size, over double what they were now. 

She can feel them responding, stretching out, reaching for the edge of the forest that surrounded her. It felt as if a rope that had been tightly tied around her was unravelling. Being in a human vessel is restrictive, even claustrophobic at times, especially for long periods of time. She feels the tension leaving her, making it easier to breathe, even though she didn’t actually need to. The relief flooded her and for the barest of seconds she was overwhelmed by it. 

Her wings now stood at their full size, just over 16ft from tip to tip. It felt amazing to Cas, to feel the air against her wings, the grass brushing against the tips of her feathers. She rolled her shoulders and her neck, further releasing the pent up tension from her body. She reaches out with her grace, willing the winds to pick up, to which the oblige. Then she gathers herself and gives her wings a shake, feeling the wind rush through them. The air quickly became filled with hundreds of feathers, blanketing the field in black and drak blues and greens. 

It’s not a complete fix, but it feels a hell of a lot better than nothing. In fact she’s so engrossed in the feeling that she fails to notice that she is no longer alone. Somewhere at the edge of the woods, Gabriel stands, leaning against a tree as he watches Castielle stretch her wings in what appears to be a very long time. Even in the dark he can clearly see that she has been neglecting herself. He shook his head, not surprised in the least. Cas was always the first to sacrifice her needs where others were concerned, it came with the whole too much heart thing. 

He was only there because he had picked up on that brief flash of longing earlier, in fact he hadn’t even intended on staying, he was just going to pop in, make sure she was okay and quietly exit stage right. But after seeing the sad state she was in, those plans quickly changed. He sighed, moving from the cover of the trees and out into the open. 

He got exactly 6ft from her when she finally noticed him. She turned around, the shock evident on her face. “Gabriel?” She asked, a little in disbelief. It took her a second to process that he was really standing in front of her, very much alive and well. Then her expression became confused. “How are you here?” She asked. 

Gabriel simply shook his head. “We can play catch up later. How are you?” He questioned, eyes moving to her wings. 

Castielle opened her mouth to tell him that she was fine purely out of habit, but as she saw him eyeing her wings, she realized that she couldn’t get away with that lie this time. He could clearly see what bad shape she was in, so she might as well be honest about it. She swallowed harshly. “I have not had time to care for myself beyond the basics.” She says instead. 

“I can see that featherbrain.” He replied.

Cas is unsure what to say next, so she opts to press her lips together and not say anything at all. 

A sigh from Gabriel. “Well let’s take care of that then, before you run off to save the world again.”

Castielle nodded, still not sure what to say. She turns around, lowering herself down to sit on the grass. Gabriel follows suit, sitting cross legged behind the younger angel. It’s been so long since he’s groomed another angel’s wings that he’s worried he’s forgotten how to do it. His worries are quickly put to rest when his hands begin to move on instinct, innately knowing what to do. He starts by running his fingers through her feathers, gently pulling out the dead and loose ones. The wind had begun the process but a lot of them had become tangled and stuck in clumps. 

Castielle was admittedly anxious about the whole process, afraid that Gabriel would look down on her for letting herself get in this condition. But as each minute passed and he said nothing, she began to relax. The process was actually quite relaxing, and it made Castielle realize just how long it had been since she had actually socialized with another angel like this. Slowly her shoulders dropped, her posture becoming less and less stiff. She felt silly for doubting Gabriel, he had always been the kindest to her, before he had run off from heaven he had been her favourite. 

It took a while, but they were angels, patience was a part of the package, especially when things like centuries felt like nothing but the blink of an eye. Eventually the clumps of moulted feathers were gone, and Gabriel was able to move on to the next step. By this time it was close to sunrise, by neither of them paid that any attention, they weren’t expecting to be interrupted. Any human who may happen to stumble across them would only see a field littered in black feathers. 

Next Gabriel had to stimulate the oil glands to get back to work, and clear anything else that might be blocking them. An angel’s wings were almost living things, a living organism, a physical limb of their grace. As his fingers delicately massaged the tendons of her wings, he imagined that her wings were asleep, and as he worked he reached out with his own grace, encouraging them to wake up. 

Meanwhile Castielle was long lost in the feeling, which was heavenly, and that meant something coming from someone who was from heaven. As Gabriel’s grace, the pure essence of an archangel, touched hers she felt what humans called euphoria. It was pure, unadulterated bliss. She truly felt as if she were waking up after having been groggy and half asleep for so long. At some point Gabriel had begun to hum softly under his breath, a random yet soothing tune. Apparently after all this time Gabriel still knew how to tell exactly what Castielle needed, even when she herself did not know it. 

Once the glands had begun producing oils again, he paused to lean back, making a satisfied grunt. Cas couldn’t help but smile at the sound. Getting back to work, Gabriel once more ran his hands through the thick mass of sleek darkness, spreading the oils to the parched feathers. The difference was immediately noticeable. The feathers began to gleam, already looking healthier. It was during this process that Gabriel was reminded of how much he adored Castielle’s wings.

Even as a fledgling Cas had been special, right down to her wings. She was the only one with black wings, which unfortunately had led to a lot of bullying from the others, but he had always done his best to help the younger angel shake the comments off. He had always been convinced that her wings would be beautiful when they reached maturity, and he was pleased to find that he was correct. 

The rich black was accented by dark blues and greens, which blended in perfectly with each other, reflecting their respective colours when the light hit them just right. Gabriel had six, perfectly golden wings strapped to him, but they felt a bit lacking in comparison to the intricate beauty of Castielle’s. It took a bit, simply due to the sheer size of her wings, and how thick they were as well, but eventually Gabriel was satisfied with his work. He leaned back, but not before giving Cas a friendly pat on the back. 

“There you go Cassie, good as new.” He declared. 

It took Castielle a second to even register his words, having been so deep in the feeling of having her wings groomed. She shook her head, coming back to her senses. “Thanks Gabe, I think I really needed that.” She confessed. 

Gabriel laughed. “I’d have to agree, you really outta take better care of yourself kiddo.” 

“I’ll tell you what, you can save the world, and the Winchester’s asses, and I’ll sit around preening all day.” She teased. 

Gabriel smirked. “Cassie! Was that a joke? From you?” He poked at her, to which she rolled her eyes. “Good to see you haven’t become all work and no play.”

“That’s because there’s no such thing as work as long are you’re around.”

“Castielle! You wound me.” Gabriel said with mock hurt.

“And my point exactly.” She’s smiling though, she can’t help it, the archangel’s optimism is too infectious. 

“Hey featherbrain?”

“Yes Gabriel?”

“Wanna go for a flight? Stretch those wings out properly?”

A short pause. “I thought you’d never ask.

And with that the two took off into the air, soaring over the forest and confusing some early morning hikers who could’ve sworn they saw some very large birds. 

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Fluffy fluffy fluffy fluff

“Do you do this for all your sick mates?” She asks, breaking the silence with a wry smile. He chuckles, hand still sliding against her cheek. “Only the ones who deserve it—only the ones I’m especially fond of.”

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“Evans–now this is getting ridiculous.”

She clenches her eyes even more shut, keeping her body curled into a tight ball in the squashy arm chair. 

“Go away—I’m fine. Just…resting.” The effort to speak makes her head ring. “Shouldn’t you be in class anyway?”

She hears the dampened sound of footsteps and opens her eyes. James stands in front of her, tugging at his tie until it comes loose around his neck, his bag abandoned on the ground. 

“Peter told me you were up here looking like a shriveled up flobberworm,” he says plainly, “Can’t have my friends looking that bad.”

“Well, remind me to tell Peter exactly what I think he looks like next time he comes around,” she huffs, a frown too painful to muster.

It gets a smile out of him and for a moment she can look past the utter embarrassment of probably actually looking like a flobberworm. Through her pounding temples, his use of the word friend rattles around, taunting her in a way that she doesn’t have the energy nor desire to focus on. They are friends— that is a good thing. So why does it feel like a knife to her frontal lobe everytime he says it?

Her eyes blink open again to see him rolling up the sleeves of his shirt, tie now lost and the top buttons undone in a carelessly disheveled look. 

Oh, that’s why. 

“You should at least go to the hospital wing,” he chides. The good advice sounds foreign from his mouth. 

“No hospital wing,” she croaks out. “Honestly, it's just a cold. I need to just sleep it off…”

A sharp chill runs through her chest and she shudders her body closer, burrowing her face into her knees. The fire next to her crackles warmly, but it’s like someone has put a shielding charm on it— all she can feel is the cold hollowness of the castle. 

“Alright, suit yourself.”

Something resembling warmth slides under her and pulls her up out of the chair. Body going into panic mode, she begins to squirm in his arms, trying and failing to push against his chest and back into the chair.

“James, put me down. I’m disgusting–my nose is running.” 

“Nah, you’re not disgusting,” he says with full sincerity, “just sick.” His arms tighten around her and she abandons all hope to be released, taking advantage of the opportunity to be cradled against him. 

“We both know you won’t make it even two steps up to the girls dorm anyhow,” she adds, weakly. Playing a battle of wits with him on a normal day was exhausting enough, but with a fever it seemed downright unfair.

“Good thing I’m not going to the girls' dorm then.”

He turns his body in the other direction and starts climbing the steps to the boys’ dorm, having a far too easy time managing to carry her up such a cramped, spiral staircase. On the landing, he kicks open the door to the dorm room, all the boy’s bed curtains open and vacant besides leftover candy wrappers and bits of parchment. 

“The lads are out in classes until at least dinner,” he sets her down on her feet but she holds onto his arm for balance, woozy from the blood rushing back to her body. “--and even so, I’ll tell them to shove off if they happen to try to skive off a class.”

Still holding onto his arm, he leads her over to his bedside. It’s not a place she hasn’t seen before: since fifth Remus would sometimes invite her up to listen to records and now in more recent months she would come up to join in whatever antics they were up to—but to get in his bed? If her body had the leftover energy to make her cheeks burn, she would have been on fire. 

“You want me to sleep here?” She whispers, eyes darting around his space. None of the boys other than Remus had made their beds and looking down at the pulled back duvet she could imagine him clearly —sitting up with impossibly messy hair and eyes still full of sleep, stretching his arms over his head and yawning with some t-shirt on—or no shirt at all…

Suddenly everything went from freezing to blazing hot. 

James blinks, brow crinkling. “Well, I guess you could sleep in someone else’s bed but I think it would be better to ask–”

Her head jerks up to find his face dangerously close. Too close when she’s probably pale as a ghost and full of mucus and just a friend.

“No–sorry. That’s not what I meant. I’m not trying to be some kind of goldilocks…”

“Goldi—what?”

Suddenly, succumbing to sickness seemed awfully appealing. “Nothing, I’m delirious.”

“Right.” His brow furrows and his eyes scan over her face for a moment. “Is this ok then? It’s just that you said you didn’t want to go to the hospital wing and–”

“It’s fine. Really. It’s honestly too kind of you.” She means it, though she doesn’t have the energy to imbue her words with exactly how much. 

His face softens, a triumphant smile breaking onto his face. “It’s nothing. You can use my bed anytime—now, off you go.”

He leads her to sit and contemplate the most loaded statement she’s ever heard. 

Acting as though offering his sleeping quarters is as natural as sharing a quill, he goes over to his wardrobe and starts pulling out drawers, hands fishing through pieces of fabric.

“So what will it be? Socks I presume? Maybe something more comfortable to sleep in?”

She can’t tell if he’s talking to himself or not. The room starts to go fuzzy again and she wishes she still had his arm to hold onto. 

“Er–I have socks thanks.”

He turns around, holding thick, Gryffindor socks that are three sizes too big for her. 

“Yeah, but do you have quidditch grade, comfy, wool socks?” He tosses them in her direction and she just barely makes the catch. 

“Really, you’re doing too much I’m fine with—”

He pulls out a shirt and holds it up to inspect. She immediately recognizes it as his quidditch jersey from last year, the words quidditch captain not yet emblazoned on the front, but his name still written in gold lettering across the chest. It happens so quick she could have dreamed it, but his eyes shift from the jersey to her, a smattering of red starting to appear on his cheeks. 

“Ah, maybe…something else.” He mutters to himself, quickly stowing it away back into the drawer. Moments later, he pulls out a Montrose Magpie t-shirt and gives it a once over before walking it over to her in outstretched arms. 

“Here you are. Can’t say I have the coziest of things, but it’s better than wearing a bloody tie.”

She takes it with a quiet thanks. The burning feeling of being in his room now gone, the unbearable chill from downstairs starts to creep back into her bones. Wanting desperately to be horizontal and under covers as soon as possible, she starts shucking off her tie and unbuttoning her shirt without care, only one button in before she realizes that James’ eyes are zeroed in on the act, completely blown out and frozen on her fingers. 

“Uhm,” she murmurs and he snaps out of it, turning his body so fast that she would have surely fallen over if their roles were reversed. 

“Ah sorry!” He calls, now facing the wall. “I er–just wasn’t expecting that.” He continues to stare away from her, hands on his hips and leaning forward slightly as though he might be in pain. She continues to change, taking off her uniform and pulling the oversized shirt over her head. It’s long enough to cover down to her upper thigh, but she climbs under the covers anyway before letting him know the coast is clear. When he turns around again, he looks bashful—a full bloom of red covering his cheeks as his eyes naturally fall to the pile of her clothes on the floor.

“Feels better, thanks,” she calls out.

“Yeah…’course.”

With her head on a pillow, her body gets taken over by illness. The aches, the booming feeling in her head, the shivering cold all working together to make her want to disappear from the world entirely. From beyond the screen of her fever, she feels the edge of the bed dip from weight and can just barely make out the sound of his voice, talking low with someone else. 

“Yeah—she’s really unwell ...found her in the common room and she refused to go to Poppy…no, just tell everyone else to give her some space and maybe if you pass by pick up something for her to eat when she wakes—otherwise I’ll go in a bit….”

She hears the garbled responses of another voice, but they sound distant, as though coming from a telephone receiver. 

“...don’t be disgusting mate, she’s sick,” she hears James say, his voice flustered. “I’d do it for you too y’know….”

She misses the final exchanges, feeling the lull of sleep attempting to beat out the frigid feeling that continues to circle her like her own private blizzard. 

The loss of his weight on the bed rouses her again as he gets up. Her body reacts immediately, an endless chant of no no no spiraling through her. 

“Stay,” she calls out. From across the room his movement stalls. 

“It’s so bloody cold—I can’t stand it. Can you please just stay,” she tries again in earnest. There’s no response other than a padding of feet towards the bed, then the press of his weight now next to her. 

“You’re cold?” He murmurs, concerned. “ I have the fire running, but I can get more blankets—just give me…”

“No,” she says harder than before. She must be delirious, completely absolutely mental. There’s no other explanation for it, but the words bubble out anyhow.

“Can you just–come here?”

She scoots herself over on the bed, making just enough room to make her intention clear. She hears him swallow hard and the sound of his glasses landing on the bedside table before feeling something solid and warm press flush against her back. 

“Of course,” he says softly and arms wrap around her. She grabs onto them to hold them even tighter, wishing she could just melt into him where evidently all the warmth in the whole world has been hiding from her. His heart hammers at her back and she hears herself give a soft shhh to it–acting as though he is the one needing the comfort rather than her. 

“Is this ok?” He whispers. His lips are so close to her ear that his breath tickles her skin, but she is already drifting away, the sharp pain of cold subsiding and being filled with a delightful, encompassing warmth. The constant ache in her bones calming to just a dull memory as the room becomes darker and darker.

“Yes–you're perfect.” She thinks she hears a response but it's so far away it gets lost entirely. Pushing herself even closer to him, the calming wave of his breath and the smell of his clothes lull her deeper and deeper, until everything disappears entirely. 

* * * * *

It’s no longer warm—it's burning. Her eyes flutter open and outside the window the sun is ducking behind the mountains, taking the last of the daylight with it. Her t-shirt sticks to her, covered with sweat as she turns her body, only to freeze when something warm and heavy skims across her hip. 

An arm—and not hers. 

“Your fever broke about an hour ago,” a voice says softly behind her, a bit gruff with sleep. “I got you some wet washcloths for your head—you should probably drink something, you’ve been sweating for a while now.”

She twists around to see James’ eyes staring back with concern but not making any further movements to untangle himself. Instead, he reaches an arm behind him onto the bedside table and procures a white fabric that drips slightly onto the comforter. Without her permission, he begins dabbing at her face, eyes following his movements with precision as he softly presses the cloth into her hairline. She settles onto her back, the feel of the cold doing wonders to her skin and he pulls himself up to hover over her slightly, a hand holding at her waist while the other continues to work up and down her face and neck. 

If she lets herself ruminate on it for even a millisecond, it will become too much. 

“Better?” He whispers, hand stalling against her cheek. With the fever gone, she is all too aware of how close he is and has been for the past few hours. His shirt, his socks, his bed, him swallowing her like some James Potter vortex that, if she is being honest, would seem like a pretty spectacular place to be—if they weren’t just friends.

“Lots–thanks,” she murmurs. His hand moves to the other cheek and presses soft circles there. She leans into it, finally able to bask in the feel of his body against hers and the way his breath softly falls over her. 

“Do you do this for all your sick mates?” She asks, breaking the silence with a wry smile. 

He chuckles, hand still working against her skin. “Only the ones who deserve it—only the ones I’m especially fond of.”

Her heart clangs against her chest and she knows he can feel it. He stops again, dropping the rag by her side and going back to cup her chin. 

“What else do you need?”

It’s a far too dangerous question given the circumstances, but her hand moves on its own accord, wrapping around him to hold him there as though he might disappear if she lets go. 

“I don’t want to get you sick,” she musters out, “You’ve already done so much.”

“Then let me do more,” he says simply, eyes searching hers, the hand on her waist giving a soft squeeze.

“I want—” she begins, voice faltering. He hangs on her every word, eyes glittering from above her. There’s a thousand ways she could answer that sentence, each more true and raw than the last, but to say them now—now that they are finally getting along, finally mates— is a gamble she isn’t willing to make. 

“--I want you to stay here.”

His mouth goes into a straight line, then forms into a soft, eager smile. “Of course, Evans. Of course, no problem.” 

He settles back down next to her, a hand still cupping the side of her face and her eyes close, sleep already coming to take her away again. Even falling away, she can feel his eyes on her and pictures them clearly through the fog: gleaming and willing and unmistakably kind. She wonders if he can sense the double meaning in her words or if she is going to wake up again and find him gone, back to being just mates who talk and laugh and do nothing more. 

“Lily?” His voice cuts through the quiet, breath hot at her neck.

“Hm?” 

“Is it selfish of me to say I don’t want you to get better?” His voice sounds small but firm. “Is it selfish to say…I like having you here.”

It’s a bright, healing feeling that pulls him closer to her. 

“Not at all,” she whispers. Suddenly, she’s feeling a lot better now–maybe better than she ever has before. 

“It might even be the best thing for us.”

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Loki - Series

Exile’s Return:  Rated M, Fluff, Smut, Romance, 16 chapters (complete)

Banished from Asgard for his various crimes, Loki seeks to use the rescue and return of Thor’s betrothed (ofc) to secure his release from exile. But he is the God of Mischief, and when the lady in question proves to be smart, caring, and lovely he can’t resist trying to slowly turn her affection away from the prince she is promised to marry and claim her for himself. My first ever (and still personal favorite I’ve written) fic!!

Loki and Kela’s Adventures on Midgard: Rated E, Smut, Fluff 8 chapters (complete)

A sequel to Exile’s Return, but not really necessary to read that first.  Loki brings his love Kela to Midgard despite being wanted for war crimes by The Avengers. While attending the theater in New York they cross paths with a dangerous man with mind control abilities. Will Loki be able to keep Kela from becoming his latest victim?

In Exchange for Submission: Rated E, Smut, Fluff, Romance, Angst, 77 Chapters (completed)

Loki’s invasion of NY has taken a turn for the better, and he is now in charge of a growing percentage of the United States. During his campaign he acquired a group of hostages from resistance pockets and is keeping them captive in Stark Tower. Now, with things settling down a bit, he needs to decide what to do with them. Two of them, from a prominent family, are set to be released. One of these, a feisty, irritating, impossible woman, desperately offers to ransom the rest of the prisoners, including her best friend. Loki has no need of Midgardian coin, but the woman, who has been a thorn in his side for weeks, has something else that he desires - her submission. He offers her a bargain - every day he will require a new willing act of submission from her, and in exchange, he will release one prisoner. How long can she keep up the deal? And how much of herself will he demand she surrender?

Trigger Warnings: Dark elements, Dark!Thor, attempted rape (not by Loki), angst 

For the Price of a Book: Rated M, Romance, Fluff, Smut, Angst, 35 Chapters (completed)

In the days before the events of Thor I, Loki inadvertently comes upon a female servant being “punished” by a pair of guards. Her crime? Stealing a book from the rooms she was tasked to clean. Curiosity captured, he decides to break through the shy exterior by any means necessary. A bit of softer Loki story, as he is younger and pre-Jotunn discovery. He is still Loki though, so sass and drama will not be far away!

Loki - One Shots

Retribution: Rated E, Smut, NonCon, 1 shot

Loki has just conquered two united armies on the field of battle. Now he confronts the woman who brought them together to oppose him - daughter to the proud king of one army, betrothed of the general of their ally. Angry at the challenge to his throne he decides to make an example of her, and gives her a choice: be tossed to his soldiers for their entertainment, or willingly submit to his every perverted demand as his personal slave. Basically, my attempt at a Loki/slave one shot. 

Trigger Warning: VERY NON-CON! This is not the love story Loki of my previous works, but just pure, unadulterated, dark, perverted porn.

Team Bonding: Rated T, Drinking, Implied Future Smut, Drunken Silliness, One Shot

Now that Loki is a member of the Avengers, he needs to develop a better report with them. As his fiancé, you feel it is your duty to encourage him to go out for post-mission drinks with the team. What could possibly go wrong?

The Perfect Costume: Rated E, Smut

Loki needs to find the perfect costume to wear to a party with you. What will he come up with and how will you react?

Life of the Party: Rated T, Drinking, Implied Future Smut

An empath and a scientist in the service of SHIELD, you are blackmailed by Tony Stark into attending one of his parties for your own good. Expecting to have a miserable time, you instead strike up a conversation with the God of Mischeif. Written for @scrumptious-delusion 2K Writing challenge!

James Conrad

The Mark: Rated E, Smut, Angst, Fluff, Romance, Gooey Ending, One Shot

Desperate for money in a backwater town in South East Asia after the Vietnam War, Jennifer follows a tall British man she has just seen win a roll of cash at pool. She is determined to make him her latest mark, but James Conrad is more than what he seems and not one to fall for any woman’s game.

Trigger warning: Mention of attempted kidnapping/human trafficking

Sir Thomas Sharpe

In Search of Refuge: Rated E, Smut, Gothic Romance, Work in Progress

A disastrous carriage accident leaves Rose stranded in a snow storm. Desperate to find shelter from the elements, she stumbles upon a run down estate and throws herself on the mercy of its owner, Sir Thomas Sharpe.

Magnus Martinsson

Protection: Rated E, Smut, Romance, Fluff, Angst, 36 Chapters (completed)

Against his wishes, Magnus is assigned an undercover case to protect a witness and bring down a criminal. He gets more than he bargains for with his protectee. This starts with a slow burn, but I promise there will be smutty goodness in upcoming chapters!

Robert Laing

Her: Rated E, Smut, Kidnapping, Dub/Con, Nonconsensual Drug Use

Laing enjoys life in the high rise as every woman's favorite amenity, but lately he's been getting bored. When he sees Grace, he knows he has to have her, no matter what it takes.

Trigger Warnings: Please, please, please read the rating. This is a dark fic unlike my usual ones.

Tom Hiddleston/Loki

Personalities Within: Rated E, Smut, Fluff, Angst, Loki, Oakley, Jonathan Pine, Coriolanus, Adam, tbd, Work in Progress (currently a little stuck)

Tom had been so careful for so long. He rarely got involved in relationships, and if he did he only let them go on for so long before ending them. It was the only way to be safe. The only way that HE wouldn’t come out. And while HE, among others, might make Tom a great actor, the dangers were to great. But what happens when Tom falls for someone. Someone who not only is his perfect type, but the other’s perfect type as well? Can he pursue a relationship with her while keeping his secret and protecting her? Or will the unthinkable happen?

Trigger Warnings: Mental illness

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Loki - Series

Exile’s Return:  Rated M, Fluff, Smut, Romance, 16 chapters (complete)

Banished from Asgard for his various crimes, Loki seeks to use the rescue and return of Thor’s betrothed (ofc) to secure his release from exile. But he is the God of Mischief, and when the lady in question proves to be smart, caring, and lovely he can’t resist trying to slowly turn her affection away from the prince she is promised to marry and claim her for himself. My first ever (and still personal favorite I’ve written) fic!!

Loki and Kela’s Adventures on Midgard: Rated E, Smut, Fluff 8 chapters (complete)

A sequel to Exile’s Return, but not really necessary to read that first.  Loki brings his love Kela to Midgard despite being wanted for war crimes by The Avengers. While attending the theater in New York they cross paths with a dangerous man with mind control abilities. Will Loki be able to keep Kela from becoming his latest victim?

In Exchange for Submission: Rated E, Smut, Fluff, Romance, Angst, 77 Chapters (completed)

Loki’s invasion of NY has taken a turn for the better, and he is now in charge of a growing percentage of the United States. During his campaign he acquired a group of hostages from resistance pockets and is keeping them captive in Stark Tower. Now, with things settling down a bit, he needs to decide what to do with them. Two of them, from a prominent family, are set to be released. One of these, a feisty, irritating, impossible woman, desperately offers to ransom the rest of the prisoners, including her best friend. Loki has no need of Midgardian coin, but the woman, who has been a thorn in his side for weeks, has something else that he desires - her submission. He offers her a bargain - every day he will require a new willing act of submission from her, and in exchange, he will release one prisoner. How long can she keep up the deal? And how much of herself will he demand she surrender?

Trigger Warnings: Dark elements, Dark!Thor, attempted rape (not by Loki), angst 

For the Price of a Book: Rated M, Romance, Fluff, Smut, Angst, 35 Chapters (completed)

In the days before the events of Thor I, Loki inadvertently comes upon a female servant being “punished” by a pair of guards. Her crime? Stealing a book from the rooms she was tasked to clean. Curiosity captured, he decides to break through the shy exterior by any means necessary. A bit of softer Loki story, as he is younger and pre-Jotunn discovery. He is still Loki though, so sass and drama will not be far away!

Christmas Mischief: Rated M, Romance, Fluff, Smut 4 Chapters (completed)

You have been dating Loki for several months, so it is only natural that he would accompany you home for a very old fashioned family holiday, right? This could be your dream come true… or your worst nightmare.

Loki - One Shots

The Rarest Flower: Rated T, Romance, Angst, 1 shot

Birthday Challenge from the prompt: Could I request the “forbidden/secret relationship” with Loki and reader? They dated back in Asgard, but with Loki as prince it was somehow forbidden so they needed to keep it secret. Someone found out and the reader was sent to Midgard and to not see Loki again and while she is there she found out she’s pregnant. Years later Loki found a way back to the reader and is surprised to see that they have a child

Retribution: Rated E, Smut, NonCon, 1 shot

Loki has just conquered two united armies on the field of battle. Now he confronts the woman who brought them together to oppose him - daughter to the proud king of one army, betrothed of the general of their ally. Angry at the challenge to his throne he decides to make an example of her, and gives her a choice: be tossed to his soldiers for their entertainment, or willingly submit to his every perverted demand as his personal slave. Basically, my attempt at a Loki/slave one shot. 

Trigger Warning: VERY NON-CON! This is not the love story Loki of my previous works, but just pure, unadulterated, dark, perverted porn.

Team Bonding: Rated T, Drinking, Implied Future Smut, Drunken Silliness, One Shot

Now that Loki is a member of the Avengers, he needs to develop a better report with them. As his fiancé, you feel it is your duty to encourage him to go out for post-mission drinks with the team. What could possibly go wrong?

The Perfect Costume: Rated E, Smut

Loki needs to find the perfect costume to wear to a party with you. What will he come up with and how will you react?

Life of the Party: Rated T, Drinking, Implied Future Smut

An empath and a scientist in the service of SHIELD, you are blackmailed by Tony Stark into attending one of his parties for your own good. Expecting to have a miserable time, you instead strike up a conversation with the God of Mischeif. Written for @scrumptious-delusion 2K Writing challenge!

James Conrad

The Mark: Rated E, Smut, Angst, Fluff, Romance, Gooey Ending, One Shot

Desperate for money in a backwater town in South East Asia after the Vietnam War, Jennifer follows a tall British man she has just seen win a roll of cash at pool. She is determined to make him her latest mark, but James Conrad is more than what he seems and not one to fall for any woman’s game.

Trigger warning: Mention of attempted kidnapping/human trafficking

Tracking the Beast: rated T, fluff, alcohol use, implied smut

James leads a group of inexperienced adventures to track a rare beast. 

Sir Thomas Sharpe

In Search of Refuge: Rated E, Smut, Gothic Romance, Work in Progress

A disastrous carriage accident leaves Rose stranded in a snow storm. Desperate to find shelter from the elements, she stumbles upon a run down estate and throws herself on the mercy of its owner, Sir Thomas Sharpe.

Magnus Martinsson

Protection: Rated E, Smut, Romance, Fluff, Angst, 36 Chapters (completed)

Against his wishes, Magnus is assigned an undercover case to protect a witness and bring down a criminal. He gets more than he bargains for with his protectee. This starts with a slow burn, but I promise there will be smutty goodness in upcoming chapters!

Bunnies in the Rain: Rated E, Smut, Fluff, Romance One Shot

Birthday Challenge: Magnus and Just. One.  Bed. You and Det. Magnus Martinsson get stuck in the rain out on the job, and have to take shelter in a Bed and Breakfast. What could possibly happen?

Robert Laing

Her: Rated E, Smut, Kidnapping, Dub/Con, Nonconsensual Drug Use

Laing enjoys life in the high rise as every woman’s favorite amenity, but lately he’s been getting bored. When he sees Grace, he knows he has to have her, no matter what it takes.

Trigger Warnings: Please, please, please read the rating. This is a dark fic unlike my usual ones.

Tom Hiddleston

Kicked Out: Rated M, Fluff, Angst, Kissing,

Birthday Challenge: Tom and Just. One. Bed.On your first professional tour you are unceremoniously ousted from your hotel room when your roommate hooks up with one of the stars. It is at this point that the other lead, one Tom Hiddleston, wanders into the room. Being a gentleman, he can hardly let you drink alone!

Tom Hiddleston/Loki

Personalities Within: Rated E, Smut, Fluff, Angst, Loki, Oakley, Jonathan Pine, Coriolanus, Adam, tbd, Work in Progress (currently on hiatus)

Tom had been so careful for so long. He rarely got involved in relationships, and if he did he only let them go on for so long before ending them. It was the only way to be safe. The only way that HE wouldn’t come out. And while HE, among others, might make Tom a great actor, the dangers were to great. But what happens when Tom falls for someone. Someone who not only is his perfect type, but the other’s perfect type as well? Can he pursue a relationship with her while keeping his secret and protecting her? Or will the unthinkable happen?

Trigger Warnings: Mental illness

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Loki - Series

Christmas Mischief: Rated M, Eventual Smut (may change to E) 2 of 3 Chapters Completed

You have been dating Loki for several months, so it is only natural that he would accompany you home for a very old fashioned family holiday, right? This could be your dream come true... or your worst nightmare.

Exile’s Return:  Rated M, Fluff, Smut, Romance, 16 chapters (complete)

Banished from Asgard for his various crimes, Loki seeks to use the rescue and return of Thor’s betrothed (ofc) to secure his release from exile. But he is the God of Mischief, and when the lady in question proves to be smart, caring, and lovely he can’t resist trying to slowly turn her affection away from the prince she is promised to marry and claim her for himself. My first ever (and still personal favorite I’ve written) fic!!

Loki and Kela’s Adventures on Midgard: Rated E, Smut, Fluff 8 chapters (complete)

A sequel to Exile’s Return, but not really necessary to read that first.  Loki brings his love Kela to Midgard despite being wanted for war crimes by The Avengers. While attending the theater in New York they cross paths with a dangerous man with mind control abilities. Will Loki be able to keep Kela from becoming his latest victim?

In Exchange for Submission: Rated E, Smut, Fluff, Romance, Angst, 77 Chapters (completed)

Loki’s invasion of NY has taken a turn for the better, and he is now in charge of a growing percentage of the United States. During his campaign he acquired a group of hostages from resistance pockets and is keeping them captive in Stark Tower. Now, with things settling down a bit, he needs to decide what to do with them. Two of them, from a prominent family, are set to be released. One of these, a feisty, irritating, impossible woman, desperately offers to ransom the rest of the prisoners, including her best friend. Loki has no need of Midgardian coin, but the woman, who has been a thorn in his side for weeks, has something else that he desires - her submission. He offers her a bargain - every day he will require a new willing act of submission from her, and in exchange, he will release one prisoner. How long can she keep up the deal? And how much of herself will he demand she surrender?

Trigger Warnings: Dark elements, Dark!Thor, attempted rape (not by Loki), angst 

For the Price of a Book: Rated M, Romance, Fluff, Smut, Angst, 35 Chapters (completed)

In the days before the events of Thor I, Loki inadvertently comes upon a female servant being “punished” by a pair of guards. Her crime? Stealing a book from the rooms she was tasked to clean. Curiosity captured, he decides to break through the shy exterior by any means necessary. A bit of softer Loki story, as he is younger and pre-Jotunn discovery. He is still Loki though, so sass and drama will not be far away!

Loki - One Shots

Retribution: Rated E, Smut, NonCon, 1 shot

Loki has just conquered two united armies on the field of battle. Now he confronts the woman who brought them together to oppose him - daughter to the proud king of one army, betrothed of the general of their ally. Angry at the challenge to his throne he decides to make an example of her, and gives her a choice: be tossed to his soldiers for their entertainment, or willingly submit to his every perverted demand as his personal slave. Basically, my attempt at a Loki/slave one shot. 

Trigger Warning: VERY NON-CON! This is not the love story Loki of my previous works, but just pure, unadulterated, dark, perverted porn.

Team Bonding: Rated T, Drinking, Implied Future Smut, Drunken Silliness, One Shot

Now that Loki is a member of the Avengers, he needs to develop a better report with them. As his fiancé, you feel it is your duty to encourage him to go out for post-mission drinks with the team. What could possibly go wrong?

The Perfect Costume: Rated E, Smut

Loki needs to find the perfect costume to wear to a party with you. What will he come up with and how will you react?

Life of the Party: Rated T, Drinking, Implied Future Smut

An empath and a scientist in the service of SHIELD, you are blackmailed by Tony Stark into attending one of his parties for your own good. Expecting to have a miserable time, you instead strike up a conversation with the God of Mischeif. Written for @scrumptious-delusion 2K Writing challenge!

James Conrad

The Mark: Rated E, Smut, Angst, Fluff, Romance, Gooey Ending, One Shot

Desperate for money in a backwater town in South East Asia after the Vietnam War, Jennifer follows a tall British man she has just seen win a roll of cash at pool. She is determined to make him her latest mark, but James Conrad is more than what he seems and not one to fall for any woman’s game.

Trigger warning: Mention of attempted kidnapping/human trafficking

Sir Thomas Sharpe

In Search of Refuge: Rated E, Smut, Gothic Romance, Work in Progress

A disastrous carriage accident leaves Rose stranded in a snow storm. Desperate to find shelter from the elements, she stumbles upon a run down estate and throws herself on the mercy of its owner, Sir Thomas Sharpe.

Magnus Martinsson

Protection: Rated E, Smut, Romance, Fluff, Angst, 36 Chapters (completed)

Against his wishes, Magnus is assigned an undercover case to protect a witness and bring down a criminal. He gets more than he bargains for with his protectee. This starts with a slow burn, but I promise there will be smutty goodness in upcoming chapters!

Robert Laing

Her: Rated E, Smut, Kidnapping, Dub/Con, Nonconsensual Drug Use

Laing enjoys life in the high rise as every woman’s favorite amenity, but lately he’s been getting bored. When he sees Grace, he knows he has to have her, no matter what it takes.

Trigger Warnings: Please, please, please read the rating. This is a dark fic unlike my usual ones.

Tom Hiddleston/Loki

Personalities Within: Rated E, Smut, Fluff, Angst, Loki, Oakley, Jonathan Pine, Coriolanus, Adam, tbd, Work in Progress (currently a little stuck)

Tom had been so careful for so long. He rarely got involved in relationships, and if he did he only let them go on for so long before ending them. It was the only way to be safe. The only way that HE wouldn’t come out. And while HE, among others, might make Tom a great actor, the dangers were to great. But what happens when Tom falls for someone. Someone who not only is his perfect type, but the other’s perfect type as well? Can he pursue a relationship with her while keeping his secret and protecting her? Or will the unthinkable happen?

Trigger Warnings: Mental illness

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