#literally always forever from the moment i wake to when i succumb to slumber. ALWAYS thiinking about them........

[moe-broey]

Oooouhhhhuhhhhghihhghh.... my Sweetie Peas................

[bigprincess-energy]

Just soft orphydice, anything, just soft orphydice

hannah-joy you beautiful, wonderful bouquet of springtime wildflowers you! I hope this is soft enough for you!! 

Eurydice always struggled to sleep during the winter. The warmth of walls, blankets, and of course the arms of her lover provided some comfort, but the habit formed over years of huddling into one’s self to avoid the harsh chill of the wind would take time to fade away. The cold tip of Orpheus’ nose awoke the young woman, memories of rainwater dripping down and assaulting her skin as she fought to survive previous winters’ nights flooding her mind. Here, there was no storm brewing above, just her sleepy husband pulling her closer into him in his sleep. It wasn’t fair, no one should look at beautiful as Orpheus did while he slumbered. Eurydice wanted to stay in bed with him, to count his freckles and eyelashes until her eyelids grew heavy and sleep found her once more. Even with the sanctuary of a home and Orpheus’ warmth, Eurydice found herself shivering, teeth chattering from the December air seeping through invisible gaps between the outside world and their bed.

The room was almost pitch black, there was no moon in the sky to pour through the window and cast light upon the sleeping lovers. In the hearth of their home, a few embers from the evening’s fire twinkled like fading stars. Unable to face the cold any longer, she slipped out of Orpheus’ embrace and out of their bed, wincing as her toes made contact with the cold floor. Wrapping herself in one of the many blankets piled atop her sleeping husband, she silently crept towards the fireplace, moving with care and precision to avoid any creaky floorboards or discarded items left on the floor, a problem for tomorrow. Usually, she would carry firewood three or four logs at a time, despite her small stature she was strong. But tonight, she carefully picked up each log, paying great attention to the game of Jenga she was playing with the logs trying not to make more noise than absolutely necessary.

Once several logs were set in their new home, Eurydice attempted to light a match, but her fingers fumbled. Normally, her fingers were quick and nimble a flame burning the tip of the wooden stick with only a few quick swipes, but tonight the chill in the air caused her fingers to become stiff. They ached with each match that followed. As she struggled, her mind wandered back to the fateful night she had first met Orpheus. Stepping into a strange bar, desperate for a match so she could light her candle. She needed light to survive the darkness, little did she know she would go home with the sun that night. Orpheus had later told her he had desperately patted himself down for a match that evening, disappointed he was unable to be the one to light her candle. This comment was met with a laugh from the girl and a sincere promise from the boy that from here on out, he would always have a match for her.

And now, here she sat on the floor, fingers trembling as she tried once more to spark a flame. Please, please, please! Eurydice thought to herself as she struck the match against the box for what felt like the millionth time. She knew the gods rarely listened to the prayers of the desperate, they had not listened during the darkest of times, why would they listen now? Still, Orpheus had taught her to hope. With the last of her will succumbing to the cold Eurydice called out to anyone, the sky, the universe, the gods with a final plea. PLEASE!

Maybe it was a literal stroke of luck but with her final strike, the match ignited. The soft orange glow and smell of smoke took Eurydice by surprise, so much so that she almost dropped the match before she could light the fire. It took a moment but the tiny flame soon developed into a small fire, crackling and sparking before Eurydice. It was intoxicating to watch, the graceful dance of the flames, how the vibrant hues of orange, yellow, red, and blue intertwined with each other. There was also the heat, of course, radiating outward. Fingers still shaking, Eurydice reached out over the flames and warmed her hands, sighing with relief as the numbness faded away.

*** 

Orpheus awoke in a panic. Their bed was empty, Eurydice was gone. He had experienced this nightmare before, the one when doubt crept in and echoed around his mind until he looked behind him and lost his lover forever, forcing him to return to the world up top alone and a failure. The boy shot up in bed immediately, pawing around blindly for her, longing - no, needing to feel her presence next to him. It took a moment for his eyes to adjust, when the world finally came into focus he noticed a figure sitting in front of the fireplace in their home, illuminated by the soft glow of a fire. Softly Orpheus called out, his voice cracking slightly, “Eurydice?”

The figure shifted around, looking over its shoulder. Instantly the figure was no longer a strange dark shape but instead his lover, bundled up in a blanket with a soft smile and apologetic eyes.

“Oh shit lover, I am so sorry, did I wake you? I was trying to be quiet. I-I just got cold.” She explained, gesturing towards the fire.

 Instantly Orpheus was out of bed, his long legs carrying his body to her in just a few steps. Instead of responding to her question, he simply sat down behind her and wrapped his arms around her, squeezing her with such desperation it caused Eurydice to raise an eyebrow with concern.

 “Lover, is everything okay?” She questioned scooting back against him, eyes frantically exploring his features for an explanation.

 “I just got scared when you weren’t there,” Orpheus said finally, reaching his hand out to caress her cheek. Eurydice blushed slightly at his tender touch, leaning into the physical contact.

 “I’m sorry I scared you,” she whispered, pressing a kiss to the palm of his hand before intertwining their fingers. “But I’m right here, I’m right beside you love. I promise.”

 Shifting around slightly Eurydice moved the blanket so it was draped over Orpheus’ shoulders. She could hold the edges around them as she sat in his lap, his chin resting in the crook of her neck. The couple sat and watched the fire burn, holding each other in comfortable silence, the only disruption an occasional crackle sounding from the hearth.

***

Orpheus awoke first to a terrible crick in his neck. Rubbing the sleep out of his eyes, the boy realized that he and Eurydice had fallen asleep in front of the fire. Looking down he saw his wife, curled up in his lap sleeping soundly. He wanted desperately to move, to stretch out his aching bones and apologize to them for his sleeping position, but nothing could bring him to wake her, especially with sleep being such a rare and valuable commodity in their home. There he sat, gently stroking Eurydice’s hair to the rhythm of her breathing, simple and steady. In front of him, lingering embers lay in piles of ash, the last of their light flickering out as the sunlight began to stream in through the window. 

[imagine-loki]

Sleeping Beauty

TITLE: Sleeping Beauty

CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: One-shot

AUTHOR: breemaggs

ORIGINAL IMAGINE: The core Avengers and Loki falling under a Sleeping Curse. You and the newer Avengers try to come up with ways to wake them up. During the meeting, Peter Parker jokingly suggests that you wake Loki up with a kiss ala Sleeping Beauty style. You blush and stutter that the kiss has to be a two way street so it can’t work because Loki doesn’t like you. Dr Strange admits that Loki asks for you all the time during his visits to the Sanctum. You tell everyone to leave the room so you could have a moment with Loki. After some pondering, you decide to take a chance and kiss Loki. But you sprint out of the room before he wakes up. Will he figure out it was you? Only time will tell...

RATING: M

NOTES/WARNINGS: Rated M for language. It’s a little different than the imagine, but as often happens to me, the muse does what the muse wants. She can be fickle so I let her run rampant when she’s feeling generous 🤷🏻‍♀️

“No fucking way!” I shot an apologetic glance towards Peter. “Magic like that is ancient and has about a thousand rules that go along with it. Besides, the affection has to be mutual.”

“But it is mutual,” he argued.

My apologetic glance turned into an annoyed glare. “No, it isn’t.”

“Dr. Strange, tell her!”

I slid my eyes over to my colleague and friend. He shifted in his seat.

“He does ask after you quite a bit,” he confessed.

I rolled my eyes; I couldn’t believe he was agreeing with a sixteen year old boy. While there was some truth to the fairytale of Sleeping Beauty, it was far more complicated than a simple kiss. And we had no idea exactly what kind of sleep curse he had been hit with. I wasn’t going to start fucking around with ancient magic before I had weighed all my options.

I rubbed my temples and thought about how this whole mess had even started. It seemed like the beginning of a fairytale, that was for sure. A rogue witch had approached the compound. Loki had been holding down the fort. Rather than invite her in, he’d gone to her. We’d pulled the footage on the security cameras afterwards and watched as he cautiously walked towards her.

Before he could so much as raise an alarm, she’d placed a hand on his chest and the rest was history. He had crumpled at her feet and she’d turned, stared right into the camera, and winked. Fucking cocky bitch. And then she’d vanished into thin air. I’d tried to track her with the residual magic she’d left on Loki, but it was no use. She was out of range wherever she was.

And she’d never registered with the council; I’d checked, toting the security tapes to their New York headquarters along with the last of the magical imprint she’d left; it should have been enough to identify her. But since she wasn’t registered, she was a rogue. Which meant she was a ghost.

It had taken me hours to identify the type of curse. I’d blown up the security images. I’d run extensive scanning and reveal-me spells over Loki’s still form. All I could discern was that it was a curse that was sleep based. Which didn’t tell me much; there were quite literally thousands of such curses. They’d gained popularity in the sixteenth century and been improved upon ever since.

So, quite honestly, Peter could be right. It could be the Sleeping Beauty curse (named after the fairytale, of course). But it was such an old curse. And despite how easy the solution seemed, it was quite difficult to break. There was so much more to it than mutual affection; it had to do with body chemistry, soul mates and soul magic, from what I remembered.

And if that was the answer, what was the motive? Why would you use that particular curse? She could have hit him with anything in that moment, but she’d sent him into a slumber. A frown tugged at my mouth. Something about the whole thing just wasn’t sitting right. Something was off.

I sighed and stood up. I had to do something. Sitting on my hands wasn’t helping me find a solution. And, apparently, bouncing ideas off of this particular group of Avengers was relatively useless.

“Are you going to kiss him?” Peter called after me.

I resisted the urge to flip him off; he was only a teenager. I chose to just ignore him as I walked down the hall to the room where we were keeping Loki. I was using it as my research center. Most of my supplies were in there.

But my eyes strayed away from my work table when I walked in. They were drawn to Loki. He was so still. If I didn’t know any better, I would have thought that he was dead. His breathing was slow and steady, his chest rising and falling subtly with every breath.

I sighed sadly and drew my index finger across the softness of his cheek. My heart ached looking at him. I had to find the solution. I just had to.

xoxoxo xoxoxo

It had been two weeks and I was no closer to a solution. I had cried myself to sleep every night for the past week. I had consulted with the council, but they all agreed with my conclusions and could offer no further answers.

I rubbed my tired eyes and attempted to focus on the words in front of me even though I had damn near memorized every word of this particular passage. I dropped my hands and stared down at them. I didn’t know what else to do. I had exhausted every resource that I had at my disposal. I was beginning to get desperate.

I lifted my eyes and looked at Loki. I had placed stasis charms on his body to prevent him from succumbing to starvation, but they weren’t meant to last forever. I would have to find a way to wake him up.

As I stared at him, sleep deprived and depressed, Peter’s words from two weeks ago echoed in my ears. I wanted to dismiss them as easily as I had two weeks ago. But, by my own admission, I was damn near desperate. And really, what could it hurt? Nothing.

Fuck it. I was on my feet and across the room before I could properly process my actions. And, as I was standing in front of him, I felt an overwhelming sense of... rightness. It was almost peaceful. I blamed it on the exhaustion.

Almost as if in a daze, I leaned down and lightly laid my lips on his in the barest semblance of a kiss; just a brush of my lips against his. It only lasted about a half of a second and then I was pulling away from him and fighting the defeated tears that were welling in my eyes.

Nothing happened.

The disappointment surprised me. I hadn’t truly thought it would work, but deep down, I had hoped anyway. I choked back a sob and laid my head down on his chest.

“I’m sorry,” I whispered. “I’m so fucking sorry.”

“What, exactly, are you sorry for?”

My entire body stilled at the sound of his voice. And then my entire body was in motion. My head flew up. My heart started racing. My hands gripped his shoulders. My eyes locked on his. His eyes that were wonderfully, gloriously, open and responsive.

“Loki?” I whispered, almost afraid that I was dreaming. My hands drifted up to cup his face in wonder.

He looked annoyed and it made me want to laugh. “Yes. Were you expecting someone else?”

At that, I did laugh, throwing my head back in sheer joy. “No, I just... What’s the last thing you remember?”

His hands wrapped around my wrists and for a moment I thought he was going to pull my hands away from his face, but he just held onto them, his thumbs gently circling my skin. He looked thoughtful, his eyes faraway as he contemplated my question. I waited patiently, giving him all the time he needed.

“I don’t...” He didn’t finish his sentence.

“You were cursed,” I quietly informed him. “You’ve been comatose for almost three weeks.”

His thumbs paused on my wrists and his grip tightened. “What happened?”

I fidgeted under his intense scrutiny. “There was a witch... She approached you at the tower and cursed you. We’re still trying to make sense of it.”

He frowned and I pulled my hands away from him with some effort.

“How did you break the curse?”

It was my turn to frown. “It’s, uh, not important right now. You should go see Strange. He’s going to want to check you over. We can talk more after.”

I abruptly turned and walked out the door. I wasn’t ready to face the implications of my actions just yet. I wasn’t ready for the questions about something that I didn’t fully understand myself. I needed answers. Once I had them, I would be ready to answer everyone’s questions; my own included.

I didn’t see anyone in the hallway on my way to my room and I was grateful, but I knew it wouldn’t be long until they were knocking on my door. I cast a simple lock spell and sequestered myself at my desk, yanking the text I had on fairytale magic off of the shelf.

I hadn’t done much research on this curse because I had discounted it as a possibility. Stupid. I flipped through the thick pages until I came to the story of Sleeping Beauty. It was an extended section, detailing each curse and spell used by the evil sorceress in the story. I whisked past all of the protection spells and mage fire until I reached the section on the sleeping curse.

I skimmed the first paragraph describing how it was cast. I wasn’t interested in casting it; I wanted to know how exactly I’d ended up breaking it. Two pages and a lot of useless knowledge later, I was staring at my answer. My heart was hammering in my chest as my eyes drank in the words that would change the rest of my life.

Soul bonded.

I gulped and let my eyes drift back up the page to where it talked about why this particular curse had gained popularity. Apparently, when soul magic was just becoming known, those born to royalty were encouraged to try and find their soul mate. But very few born to royalty had any affinity for magic. So they contracted witches to help them.

Witches... I closed my eyes. Witches weren’t always... They weren’t always all that helpful. They would give you what you asked for, but not always what you wanted. And always for a price. Historically, witches were evil and hanged for their crimes, imagined or real.

At any rate, I had a feeling I knew where this story was headed. Regardless, I read on.

The witches were all too eager to help and they developed a curse that would put the target, often the royal heir, into an ageless sleep that could only be broken by their soul mate. It was extremely vague magic. There were no exceptions; so if the royal’s soul mate had already died, they would spend all eternity in the throes of the curse because the only person who could break it was already dead.

It was more harmful than helpful.

Everything was starting to make sense. Loki had been alive for over one thousand years. What were the odds that his soul mate was still alive? What were the odds that we’d be able to find his soul mate even if she did exist? The rogue had probably taken all of these things into account when she’d cursed him. And the council would be unable to go after her because, technically, she hadn’t killed anyone.

A frown tugged at my lips as I reread the last passage. I’m certain she thought that Loki would slumber forever while we tried to undo the curse. I bit my lip absently, thinking about the absolutely astronomical odds. There was so much that had to align just right. So many factors that had to come together.

And impossibly, they had.

I was Loki’s soul mate. I was the only person in the universe that could have broken the curse. And by acknowledging the magic between us, I had effectively bonded our souls together. That feeling of rightness I’d had? That was the beginning. The magic had already started stirring between us. When I had kissed him, I had bonded our souls together.

But I had no idea what that entailed.

A knock at my door jerked me from my contemplation. I released the locking spell and opened the door with a wave of my hand. Loki was standing in the doorway, his hand poised to knock again. He dropped his hand and propped himself up against the door frame.

“Want to come in?” I asked, fidgeting with the ring on my right index finger.

He didn’t say anything, but walked in and sat on my bed. I swung the door shut with a lazy flick of my fingers and spun my desk chair around to face him. I had some explaining to do if the look in his eyes was anything to go by. I dropped my eyes and swallowed thickly. I had no idea how I was going to tell him what I now knew to be true.

“Are you going to tell me how you broke the curse?”

I frowned, but nodded. “What do you know of soul magic?”

“Not much. It’s witch magic.”

I shook my head and lifted my eyes to his. “Soul magic belongs to no one. It’s ancient magic that works as it pleases. While it can be wielded by witches, it can’t always be controlled by them.”

He nodded and I stood up, too anxious to sit still. I started pacing, trying to plan my next words carefully.

“In the sixteenth century, soul magic gained popularity among royals, but they were mortal and unable to use it. They turned to the witches.”

I took a deep breath and watched as Loki took my words in. “I’m assuming you’re coming to some kind of point?”

I snapped my eyes up to his. “This is complicated magic. I’m trying to make it easier to understand. Do me a solid and shut the fuck up until I’m finished.”

He looked taken aback, but then he started grinning. He gestured for me to continue, taking my words to heart and shutting up. I huffed and rolled my eyes.

“The witches harnessed the soul magic and created a curse that would allow the recipient to find their soul mate.”

I paused because I needed a moment. Loki wasn’t stupid and I could already see the wheels turning in his head. I licked my lips and pressed forward.

“However, the recipient would then fall into a deep slumber. A coma, of sorts. The only way to break the curse was through a kiss from their soul mate. The joining of their lips created a soul bond and lifted the cursed one from their slumber.”

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. “When Peter suggested kissing you, I didn’t take it seriously. The Sleeping Beauty curse is so old... there aren’t a whole lot of people capable of casting such a complex curse anymore. And the odds... Fuck, the odds are ridiculous.”

I stopped talking, letting the implications sink in. I sat back down and wrung my hands together. My eyes were glued to the carpet, unwilling to look at Loki. Logically, I knew that he must care for me as well; the magic wouldn’t allow a soul bond between two people that didn’t have the capability of developing a romantic relationship. It goes back to body chemistry.

And the bond... Fuck, I hadn’t even thought about that, yet. But I could feel it faintly thrumming along with my heartbeat. I took another deep breath and tried to bury the bond so that I wouldn’t have to deal with it. I wasn’t ready to deal with it. Not yet, anyway.

“So,” he started and I heard him stand up, “I’m guessing that we’re now soul bonded.”

I nodded, but continued my studious examination of my floor. He sighed and then his hands were cradling my face. He forced me to look at him.

“Is this result unpleasant for you?” he asked.

I was instantly horrified. Did he...? Did he think that I was the one who didn’t want this? I felt the bond open without my permission as I vigorously shook my head.

“No. I’ve never wanted anything more in my life.” My voice was desperate. I had to make him understand.

“Then I don’t understand your behavior. Why won’t you look at me?”

I saw the moment that understanding hit him. His eyes widened as my emotions flooded the bond and stunned him. I bit my lip.

“Never doubt my affections for you. Never. The magic may have chosen us, but I chose you a long time ago. I just haven’t been able to convey it before now.”

I could feel the truth of his words hum along the bond, his emotions reassuring me in addition to his words. I licked my lips again and then jumped as I felt a new emotion come through the bond. I couldn’t quite name it and before I could analyze it any further, Loki was kissing me.

I made a startled noise against his lips and he used the opening to slip his tongue into my mouth. My hands, that had been hanging out in my lap, reached up to clutch at his long hair. I felt the magic sizzle around us, intensifying everything. He tugged me out of the chair and pressed me right against him. His hands came to rest on my waist, holding me to him.

The bond was almost a physical thing as it responded to our shared emotions and kiss. The magic reacted to us, crackling through the air as we continued to explore each other’s mouths. I moaned as the electricity ran through my body, heightening the already intense connection.

He slowed the kiss, pulling his tongue back into his own mouth and leaving soft kisses on my lips. I opened my eyes and looked up at him. There was a small smile on his lips and his eyes were hooded. I returned his smile with one of my own. The bond calmed down and cooled off with us.

“I trust we’re on the same page now?” he asked lightly, sweeping a hand through my hair.

“Yes.”

“Good,” he whispered.

And then he leaned down and kissed me again. I was sure there were going to be plenty of questions in the next few days, but right now, none of it mattered. Right now, it was just me and Loki.

Right now, that was all I needed.

[matsucanon]

Matsuno has lack of sleep lately. s/o noticied when he's about to drop his head againts the table; they had to place their hand in between so he wouldn't get hurt. "Ok, that's it..." they get up, takes a huge fluffy blanket, literally forces him to lay down placing his head at their lap. "You need to sleep. So, take a rest ok?" They say as they cover him with the blanket and gently caress his head. Reaction?

Falling Asleep on Their S/O’s Lap

Osomatsuwould try and use this as an opportunity to get frisky with you.  He’s half asleep while making passes and you just roll your eyes at him, insisting that he get some clearly, much needed sleep.  He smiled in defeat and allowed himself to be wrapped up.  The warmth of the blanket along with your fingers brushing through his hair made it harder for him to keep his eyes open.  He slept like a baby, and kind of looked like one too.  

Karamatsuis overwhelmed by the sudden warmth that surrounded him.  He looked up at you with a surprised expression that quickly turned into a soft smile.  He brushes his hand against yours, wishing that he could stay in this moment forever.  He does his best to stay up, but eventually begins to doze off.  Before he does, he tells you  “If I don’t wake up, wake me up with a kiss, m’kay~”

Choromatsucan’t possibly sleep now.  His face is red and his cheeks are now giving off more heat than the blanket could provide.  He laid very still but it didn’t take too long for his tired body to give in.  As soon as his eyes close, he’s in deep sleep.  His body loosens up, and you couldn’t help but giggle, seeing as you’d rarely seen him fully relaxed.  Once he wakes up, he’s clearly embarrassed from allowing himself to fall asleep on you, but he’s gushing with happiness on the inside.

Ichimatsuis too tired to reject your offer.  He mutters an apology but quiets down once you begin to gently comb your fingers through his hair.  He buries his face in the blanket, hoping that you wouldn’t be able to notice the change of hue on his cheeks.  You made him feel comfortable and he felt oddly lucky for having this opportunity.  Once he finally succumbs to his sleepiness, he lays there in a fetal position and his face appears visibly relaxed.  

Jyushimatsuhad been working out harder than usual lately.  The feeling of sleepiness finally caught up to him and he was glad to have you there for him.  He wraps his arms around your waist and gives you a big, tired smile before knocking out.  He looked like a toddler during nap time, but his loud snores contrasted the cute image.  His warm hug made you feel tired as well and you soon joined him in his slumber.

Todomatsuthinks your gesture is very cute.  He’s always loved the idea of falling asleep on your lap, but now, he was feeling quite nervous.  What if he drooled on you or did something embarrassing in his sleep?  His nerves were soon calmed by your soothing strokes and he found himself quickly falling asleep.  Just as he feared, he did drool a bit, but you didn’t really mind.  He looked too cute and you didn’t want to wake him anytime soon.