#my only solace during then was that i was laying down so it lessened the effect a Lot more

[aria0fgold]

Ough... 14 songs... FOURTEEN SONGS! I didn't wanna play proseka that long what with the new ui but I had 30 energy saved up so I was like: I'll power through it, I can handle 10 songs. And then I leveled up... orz... Agh... Motion... sick...

[ateezmakemeweep]

first time with bf!yunho

word count: 3k

fluff, smut

request

you experienced many firsts with yunho. whether they were innocent or devastating or just plain horrific, he had been by your side for every one. 

like on your first day of school when you both stood side by side during line-up, holding back tears as your moms waved goodbye to you. he had towered over you even then, wiping the wetness from his eyes and waving shyly at you. 

his quiet, shaky “hi,” made your body cave in on itself, nervous and uncomfortable in the new environment but waving at him nonetheless. because even at five-years-old, you found his presence comforting.

and by the time lunch came around, the two of you were inseparable, sharing crackers and blocks before running out to your moms at three o’clock hand-in-hand.

or your first broken bone that was just two years later, when there was a boy in your class known to bully all of the girls. it’s like he got some sick sort of pleasure from pulling their hair and hearing their cries, hurting almost every female student that was his age.

and on that particular day at recess, you were his target. during a fun game of tag when, with you hot on his tail and about to whack his back, he stuck out his foot and caused you to flop right onto the concrete. the skin had been ripped and oozing blood, your arm hanging in a way that still haunts yunho to this day.

but he signed his name the biggest on your cast, circling the sloppy writing with a heart and designating himself your personal bodyguard during lunch and recess. (and then he confessed to you years later that he gave his first bloody nose to the idiotic boy who tripped you).

your first period was probably the most embarrassing first with yunho, just given the fact that you both were awkward preteens sitting next to a puddle of menstrual blood. because one second you guys were playing video games on his bed and the next, a weird, wet feeling creeped down your leg causing you to  jump up and scream.

yunho had laughed at first, celebrating the fact that he had won before his face quickly paled when he looked down at his bed and then your horrified expression.

“y/n, it’s okay,” he had said immediately, comforting you in a way you don’t think any other 12-year-old boy would’ve. but at the time, you could only stand there with your face flaming in embarrassment, tears brimming your eyes. 

and when he was about to tell you that he was gonna get his mom and that everything was gonna be okay, you ran out of his house before he could say anything. you cried into your pillow that night and convinced yourself he was gonna hate you, think that you were a gross and disgusting weirdo for the rest of his life.  

but then the next day, he had showed up at your house with a chocolate bar and a heated blanket (the same heated blanket you still have to this day). “i heard girls like chocolate when they’re on there...well, yeah you know,” he had laughed out awkwardly, “and this heated blanket is supposed to help, like with the pain or something.” 

he had showcased it proudly, his excited smile causing the humiliation inside you to lessen. and then after he demanded a rematch of the game so casually, insisting he didn’t feel right about winning in unfair circumstances, you knew you were gonna have nothing to worry about when it came to him.

your first kiss with yunho was merely practice for both of you. or at least that was the story you had went with. because as the two of you sat in your basement, a slew of comedy movies and snacks taking up your friday night, you’d begun to talk about all the new budding romances in your friend groups.

“she said he french kissed her,” you told yunho, his face pinching into one of disgust.

“is that when you stick your tongue down someone’s throat?” 

“i think so, yeah,” you sighed out, shrugging your shoulders as you look back at the television. “they’re french kissing and i haven’t even done normal kissing.”

and after he had confessed he hadn’t done normal kissing either, you both looked at one another before deciding that...

“what if we were each others first kiss?” he said with a smile. “that way we get it over with and if it’s bad, it doesn’t matter because we’re friends.”

you thought about it for a moment, looking at the boy with floppy brown hair and pink cheeks and deciding there were far worse people to have a first kiss with. 

it was as awkward and clumsy as most first kisses were, your noses bumping the first time and causing you both to giggle. “i’ll go this way,” you told him, turning your neck way further than necessary and closing your eyes. but it brought success, you suppose, because then your dry lips brushed for a few seconds. 

the placement was a bit miscalculated and you were both fairly stiff but the feeling and excitement of it all still made you pull back innocently, wide eyes staring at one another.

your hand then slapped over your mouth as his face morphed into one of utter shock. “was that...did we do it right?” 

and even though you were unsure at the time, your racing hearts and clammy hands were an indication that, while you’d done it poorly, you had done it right.

“i think so,” he said, completely baffled by the fact that someone would be able to somehow stick their tongue up in there. 

“oh...cool.”

your first heartbreak was when you realized just how much you’ve come to need yunho. because the second he walked through the doors of the funeral parlor, you were hit with an immediate sense of comfort and relief.

he took you outside when you told him you hadn’t been able to look up from your feet, the presence of the casket in front of the room far too much for you to handle. he sat with you on the stoop in the cold air, his arm around you as you cried into him and felt incredibly grateful that he didn’t try to speak to you.

he didn’t ask if you were okay or tell you your grandma was in a better place or beg for you to stop crying. he just held you and stayed beside you the whole time, his lips pressing against your forehead when you finally had the strength to get up.

and then he guided you inside by the small of your back, rubbing the black material of your dress gently before letting you say your goodbyes. and after you did, you sat back down with him and didn’t leave his shoulder for the rest of the night. 

“i don’t know what i’d do without you sometimes,” you whispered tearfully. he took your face in his large hands, dabbing at the tears on your cheeks.

“me either,” he mumbles lowly, soft eyes looking right at you before pressing a kiss to the top of your head. he had thought you’d only said that because you were vulnerable, leaning on him as a friend and finding solace in the way he comforted you in your time of need.

but then a few short weeks later, he became your first boyfriend. everything had stemmed from a silly question of truth or dare that night, the inevitable “did you ever have a crush on anyone in this room?” being uttered. 

and in the same way it was discovered your friend and yunho’s friend had liked each other for a few years, the tall boy shyly admitted he had once liked you. your eyebrows shot up in surprise, secretly harboring feelings for the boy for half your life but being too scared to ruin the friendship. 

but all your friends had just rolled their eyes and clapped mockingly, grumbles of “shocker” and “everyone knew that” before moving on to the next question. so you didn’t get to talk with him until after everyone went home, always being the last to stay at yunho’s and hang out for a little bit of extra time.

“so when did you like me?” you asked teasingly, leaning in to raise your eyebrows playfully. 

a strangled chuckle leaves his mouth as he lightly pushes you to the side, the pink flush on his cheeks causing you to smile softly. 

“i liked you, too, you know.”

his eyes widen at your confession, the smile lighting up his face causing something warm and fluttery to shoot through your chest. “really? when?”

“hmm,” you mumble, trying to pinpoint the exact time you even realized your feelings for him; it always just felt like they were there from the second you met him, realizing how special and sweet he was. but you suppose you really started to realize “maybe during the time my grandma passed away. like i always knew i needed you but that kind of made it really obvious.”

yunho nods his head, remembering that time incredibly well. he had always felt like he was taking advantage of your emotional state, allowing himself to be there for you in the way he always knew he wanted to because you needed him.

“same,” he says honestly, “maybe even before that though, honestly. it feels like it’s been forever.”

a small giggle leaves your mouth as you nod, laying down to rest your head on his lap. he doesn’t even bat an eye as he looks down at you, smiling up at him and feeling his hands in your hair.

a few moments of silence pass, his eyes looking into yours like he wants so badly to tell you something but hesitance and anxiety and the fear of vulnerability are holding him back. “can i tell you something?” he eventually mumbled lowly.

you nod against his lap, looking up at him with wide eyes that are inevitably what made him crack.

“i...still might like you,” he says lowly, the pink spreading on his cheek only further heightening how pure and juvenile the confession is. “but if you don’t feel the same, we can act like this never happened. i just might be-”

“i like you too,” you tell him, straight-forward and confident because you’ve been waiting for this moment for so long. 

you laugh when he acts completely shocked, his eyes wide and repetitive “really?” throughout the rest of the night and your constant assurance that yes, you really really like him making him smile proudly.

you spent the night the way you always did with him, giggling and teasing with your head on his shoulder or his hand in yours. and then at the end of the night, he asked you to be his girlfriend with that cute pinkness on his cheeks.

the same pinkness on his cheeks there now, five months later, as you two fumble on his bed together. all open mouthed kisses as you straddle him, the familiar feeling of his hardness underneath you, your moans swallowed by him as his large hands kneads at your ass.

bringing in the sexual component of your relationship had been surprisingly easy, hugs and hand-holding exchanged for kissing and lapping tongues. but that’s as far as it got, making out and grinding, because you guys were almost always interrupted whether it be by ringing phones or nosy adults.

but tonight, yunho’s parents were out of town and the air was growing thicker in his room, your hips grinding down on him as you rub against him and let out a tiny moan.

“y/n,” he groaned out, “please be careful, love.” because between the feel of you on him and the sound your moans, he felt himself losing it.  

“why?” you hum quietly, disconnecting your lips to trail them down his neck. “don’t you wanna?”

his large, strong hands pull you off of him and onto your back. his figure looms above you, his arms holding himself up as his heated gaze looks down at you. 

“of course i do,” he says, his finger tracing your red, puffy lips. “but are you ready? i don’t want you to feel like we have to just because the house is-”

“i want to, yunho,” you whine, arching your back as you feel that wet, needy feeling growing within you. “i want you. i’ve wanted you for months.”

he swallows the lump in his throat, overwhelmed by the sight of you flushed and withering underneath him. because he wants you too, has wanted you so for long and can’t even believe it’s actually about to happen. 

but he also needs making sure you really want too, that you’re not just seeing this as an opportunity to not be interrupted and-

“stop thinking,” you whine to him, wrapping your arms around him and pulling him down. “i’m ready, i promise.” and it’s with those words that he looks at you, squinting his eyes to triple check before smiling when you poke his cheek.

and that’s how your first time with yunho starts, gentle kisses and soft touches as he slides down your leggings and underwear. the cold air hits your skin and you let out a shaky breath, tugging at the bottom of his shirt and biting your lip when he exposes his broad shoulders.

“what?” he asks shyly, like he has anything to be insecure or embarrassed about. 

but you only answer by discarding your own shirt and pulling his pants down, pushing him on his back and taking his cock in your hand. it’s just as big as you expected from feeling it underneath you and grinding your core against it. 

you hum in excitement, looking up at him as your tongue swirls around the tip. “baby,” he croaks out, your mouth pulling into a smirk before taking him in fully. you listen to the sounds of his loud groans and pants, his hand fisting your hair and hips just barely bucking into your mouth.

you gag when his large length hits the back of your throat, a strangled apology leaving his mouth that only makes you bob your head faster. you lick and suck and twirl your tongue skillfully, thinking about all the times you wanted his cock in your mouth before you got interrupted. 

and the eagerness seems to be too much for him, because you feel his legs tense and hips buck again before pulling your head back slightly by your hair. 

“y/n, that feels so fucking good,” he grunts out, “but i wanna come in you, baby, please.” 

and you want that too so you nod your head sweetly, wiping at your wet mouth and then squealing when your pushed onto back. 

“but first, let me play,” he mumbled lowly in your ear, your eyes widening when his large hands and long fingers snake down your stomach and over your slit. the wetness makes him smirk, placing a kiss on your neck as he places his finger on your clit.

the next few moments are bliss, your legs shaking and spread as you begin to pant and whine under him. your breathy moans of “oh my god” only seem to spur him on, toying at your clit and making even more wetness gather at your thighs. 

“you’re being so good, baby,” he grunts out, “such a good, wet girl for me.”

and like it’s a reward, his finger slides into you and you a loud moan escapes your mouth. they only grow louder and longer as you become consumed by pleasure, his fingers pumping in and out of you as his thumb frantically rubs over your clit.

“yunho, please, oh, my fucking go- i’m gonna-”

he feels you clench around his fingers and thinks twice about allowing you to come until he sees your head arch back, fingers grabbing at the sheets as your loud moans and screeches fill the room.

he watches your chest heave up and down, his cock hardening to the point of pain at the sight of you boneless under him. but then your head pops up, face flushed and hair messy, and you lazily smile at him.

“you’re good at that.”

the statement makes him chuckle and kiss you sweetly, his hand running through your hair to pat the sweaty strands down slightly. “are you ready or do you wanna-”

and even in your daze, you roll your eyes and pull him down to deep your kiss. the feel of his cock brushing against your thigh causes excitement to stir between your legs, your hips bucking up as a smirk crosses his lips.

“didn’t know you’d be so eager,” he says, reaching down to trail the tip of his cock across your clit.

“didn’t know you’d be so good,” you counter back. and he only smirks down at you again before taking your cheek in his hand, moving your head so you can look right at him.

“i don’t wanna hurt you,” he says softly, his finger brushing against your warm skin. 

“and you won’t,” you say, putting all your trust in him. because you think even if he tried, he wouldn’t hurt you. he would never allow himself too.

but it doesn’t lessen his fears, licking at his lips anxiously before he nods his head. “i’ll be slow. try not to tense, okay?” and slow he was, inching himself in further and further as you do your best to remain relaxed on his bed.

because while the feeling isn’t awful, there is a slight sting that makes you bite the inside of your cheek. but then you feel full and stretched and let out a sigh of relief as yunho rubs at your hip soothingly. 

“you okay?” you nod your head at him, all wide-eyed and glossy, and he didn’t think he’d have to stop himself from slamming into you. 

“move,” you encourage softly, “i’m okay. i promise.” 

the first few stinging thrusts are quickly replaced by something pleasurable, if your whines of “more” and his deep grunts weren’t an indication. and then once he finds his steady thrusts, it’s like everything both has just started and ends.

your legs spread wider as you claw at the back of his hair, watching his broad shoulders above you as he pushes himself in and out of you. he grunts out “i love you” just as he hits a spot deep within you that causes you to see stars, your own whiney, breathy love confession filling the room.

you come when his finger goes back to your clit and rubs along it, the sound you yelping his name causing him to release inside you. and if you weren’t so dazed by two orgasms, the sound of his heavy breathing would absolutely have you prepared to go for another round.

but you can only lay there with your eyes closed, wincing when his large length pulls out of you and he drops a kiss on your hip. he cleans between your legs with the shirt on his floor, dapping at the wetness gently as his eyes roam over your body.

“are you okay?” he asks, voice gentle and sweet as he lays back down next to you. your eyes pop open to see him looking at you softly, a smile spreading on your face as you nod your head.

“good,” he says, placing a kiss on your cheek that causes you to giggle. you move over and bury your face in his broad chest, smiling when you feel him drop another kiss on the top of your head. 

you spend the rest of the night wrapped in one another, alternating between snacks and movies and more sex. he laughs as you clumsily climb on top of him and try to ride him, lasting for all about ten seconds before the burn of the unfamiliar position has you accepting defeat.

“you know, it’d be a lot easier if your cock wasn’t ginormous,” you grumble, a loud laugh leaving the boy and it was the first time you’ve seen yunho’s face turn that bright a shade of red.

[tera-vadai]

Hello, my dear friend.Uhm.. you think you can write about comfort TDBKDK, after the current events of the manga? ThXs <:O

[Placed during the hospital arc, post-war events]:

That day the sun is nowhere to be seen, and instead, a closed gray sky spreads up above and as far as where the eye is capable to see. Dark clouds cluster together forming an impenetrable wall for the light of day to pass. A fitting (and ironic) sight for such grim times.

In the distance, a thunderous roar makes a harsh announcement.

It will rain soon.

He doesn't care though, his mind having more pending and cruel things to think about, so he stands in the hospital's rooftop, his mismatched gaze fixed in an invisible (and unreachable) point on the horizon.

The time passes, minutes, hours probably, it's all surreal, but Shouto just stays there, motionless and in silent contemplation. 

Alone.

The city extends before him, busy civilians walking to catch the bus, honking cars stuck on the traffic. At first it appears that nothing has changed, but with a closer look one can see that that's not true at all. Things are more silent now, almost no heroes can be seen patrolling the streets; the people move cautiously, constantly checking their surroundings, like if they were expecting something bad to happen in any moment.

Given the recent events, those fears are justified, no place can be considered safe anymore. What happened that day has unleashed a chain reaction of unpredictable events that worsens with each passing day. This chaotic nightmare doesn’t seem to have an end... 

Another thunder is heard, and more sooner than later, the rain droplets begin to fall mercilessly, concealing the tears he hadn't realized he was shedding.

Still, he doesn't care. He doesn't have the energy to do so, not when his family's past has already been exposed in the way it did, all those wicked secrets laying now in the open, available for everyone to see, for everyone to judge... He can’t stop to rest knowing that his older brother has become a murderous villain and is somewhere out there, contributing to the crumble of the world...

Shouto is at a loss, not knowing what to do... what can he do...

(Can things even be fixed at this point?)

He looks at his bandaged hands, felling useless, powerless, and choking back a sob, he slowly falls to his knees, overwhelmed by the many dreadful thoughts that plague his mind, and that, at times, appear to be slowly pushing him to insanity...

The water feels cold against his skin, that sensation helps to keep him centered and (partially) aware of his surroundings, but that doesn’t help to lessen the pain nor solace his silent despair.

It’s until he doesn’t feel the rain hitting his body anymore when he finally realizes that at some point he stopped being alone. An umbrella now covers his form, shielding him from the rain.

"If you stay like this, you’ll catch a damn cold," the blond boy before him reproaches.

“Sorry, it’s just... I... I need a moment," Shouto answers quietly, his eyes still glued to the floor.

“We know,“ a green-haired figure joins them, and crouches besides the bicolored boy, “but you were taking a bit, so we decided to come and check on you,” he informs, gently placing a hand on Shouto’s shoulder.

That gesture is enough to finally make him raise his gaze, and face his friends. Yet for a moment, the touch almost makes Shouto flinch, his blood mildly boiling when he remembers the hurt caused by the deception of the person he had trusted so much into, but almost inmediatly he dismisses all those poisonous thoughts. He is tired of arguing. 

At this point, so many revelations have drained him. The conversation of a few days back is still haunting him, more negative emotions that have piled up inside of him. He discovered he got lied, and in response he shouted, he got angry, he may have punched a wall or two, and he also cried. 

(These days he has been crying a lot, hasn't he?)

Still, once explained, he was able to understand his friend’s actions, and seeing the worry and the honest regret in Izuku’s eyes made the negative feelings go away almost entirely. After all, he couldn’t be mad at him forever. Not when they needed each other more than ever.

“I’m as fine as I can be.“ 

That clearly means he is not okay, and he can tell that his friends have noticed. But he also knows that everyone is hurting, not only him. The war has affected all of them, so he considers it selfish to burden his friends with more worry because of his fault.

"You don’t need to be here... you’ll get sick too," he offers, as if with that excuse he could get them to leave.

But obviously they stay.

"You are fucking crazy if you think you can get rid of us, because we are not going anywhere without you,” the blond announces, “we are not going to leave you alone.”

Izuku nods, supporting the motion, "We promised it, didn’t we?"

"We are here."

"With you."

A lump forms in Shouto’s throat, and his eyes get wet, (because he knows that this time their words are sincere). With no more secrets between them, and having to face a world full of uncertainties, it’s reassuing to know that he can trust in them, and that they can trust in him.

He tries to wipe the tears that blur his vision. There’s so many things he wants to say, to thank his friends, to express how much he appretiates their support (and company), but his voice breaks before he can do it, and his next attempt is interrupted by a hug from the freckled boy. Then Bakugou crouches too, joining them, and soflty begins to ruffle the crying boy’s hair. 

"You are kind persons too, you know?"

Shouto is not alone, none of them are, they have each other. They are together in this.

And that’s the most important thing that they must engrave in their mind if they want to fix the mess that has put the world upside down.

(Because after the rain, the sun always shine again).

--🍰💥🥦--

I have been working on this since when we were right at the start of the hospital arc in the manga and still ignored... so many things, so this drabble contains many speculation I had at the time and, as a consequence, doesn’t exactly match the canon events (something I have decided to partiatly ignore as well), so, this is my take had the post-war events in the hospital had happened differently, but still, I hope you can enjoy this little re-imagined thingy, and also, I apologize for taking so long to complete your request @weny4r ;-;💔

Now, talking about the manga, I think comfort TDBKDK is right what we need in these trying times 🤧🥺 Thank you so much for your request ^^💖

[sebbytrash]

Through His Eyes - Part Sixteen

Summary - Bucky arrives at the compound to start afresh but you and him have a somewhat colorful past, colorful being that you met him once before as The Winter Soldier and it did not go well. New beginnings, yeah? If you can learn to forgive.

Pairing - Eventual Bucky x Reader

Warnings -   Unrealistic expectations of best friends

A/N - I’m sorry. Trust me. 

Through His Eyes Masterlist

“Ow. Shit.” Bucky’s voice pierces that blissful sleep bubble you were in with a pop. “What the fuck?” 

“It’s too early for you to be this loud.” You open one and eye and half peer at him, find his face a lot closer than you expect.

“Why is there a gun under your pillow?” He asks, holding it up for you to see like maybe you didn’t know it was there, a stowaway in the night. 

“Put Bob back, he’s been in my bed a lot longer than you have.” You grumble and roll over, pull the covers up over your ears in the hopes you will find sleep again.

“You sleep with a gun under your pillow? Here?” He asks again, incredulous and he has a point, you know this. 

“I have issues, sue me.” You answer carelessly, sleep already beckoning and it’s only when he goes silent beside you that you think about what you just said and turn back to face him, “I had these issues before you came along, believe me.” 

You take the gun from him and place it on your nightstand, slip your fingers around his wrist and tug him back down beside you, distract him from those dark thoughts with your lips and mouth. 

When he leaves, you find the paper bag sitting exactly where he left it. Was it meant for you? Curiosity gets the better of you and so you open it, find your heart beating strangely in your chest when you see your favorite cookie waiting at the bottom. You try and fail to remember when you might have told him, wonder if he plucked the thought directly from your head along with the beats from your chest. 

It goes like that, weeks pass in a blur as you ignore all common sense and take solace in these moments with Bucky. Usually a nightmare or a mission has you at his door, no longer knocking and simply slipping inside like you dared to belong, never longer than a few days in between. 

The days are filled with sidelong glances and lingering touches. If anyone notices, they say nothing, not even Sam who knows exactly what those touches mean. You think of the Soldier even less now, nightmares consisting of everything and nothing, missions and faces but nothing of that time spent behind the green door. You are filled more everyday with cautious hope, the other shoe still waiting to drop but it gets closer to the ground with every minute, the impact of the fall lessening with each full nights sleep.  

You are making yourself breakfast one morning, humming along to the song stuck on repeat in your head as you do when Sam takes a seat.

“Well, good morning, sunshine.” He says, smiles enough to show all his teeth, “Someone’s in a good mood.” 

“Hmm...am I?” You tease, toss him a piece of bacon from the stack, “Or am I always this delightful?”

“Do I have to answer that?” He ducks back out of reach with a laugh when you try to shove him. You turn back to the eggs in the pan, sprinkling in some cajun spices and Sam watches quietly, a small smile on his face as he takes in the relaxed droop of your shoulders and shining eyes. “It’s been a while since I’ve seen you eat a real breakfast, you know. That sorry excuse for coffee not included.” 

“Some of us like to taste the caffeine, alright?” You smirk at him, show him your teeth again like it’s normal to feel so happy about eggs and bacon. Maybe it is, you think, as you pop another piece into your mouth and hum. 

“I assume you never ended things with Bucky?” He asks like he already knows, watches your face like he's watching for the answer instead of listening. 

You sign, make a small noise of admission, “It’s not like that, though.”

“What’s it like, then?”

“I don’t know, a distraction?” 

He doesn’t say anything for the longest time, simply sits and watches you avoid his gaze and stir your eggs into a paste in the pan, his face mild like spring sunshine. 

“You know, I wouldn’t have chosen him for you. Not because he’s a bad guy or anything, he’s not, but I wouldn’t have chosen this complicated path for you, not after everything you’ve endured.” You look at him then, find him watching without reproach and instead something else, “But, I like this look for you.” 

“What look?” You ask, curious but also a little afraid.

“Happy.”

Sam words haunt you for the rest of the day, leave you distracted during training with Steve, so much so that you take a particularly nasty hit to the face, one you should have easily avoided. You have to remind him of that several times over as he apologises for the fifth time. 

“I’m so sorry, Y/N.” 

“Don’t be, it’s on me. I wasn’t paying attention.” You say, gingerly touching your cheekbone to assess the damage. It didn’t feel broken, at least, which was good considering it was a super soldier on the other end of it. 

“Are you okay?” Steve asks, his eyes so full of concern.

“I’m fine, Steve, don’t worry. I’ve taken worse hits.” You smile and then wince at the sharp pain that follows it.

“No, not that. Are you okay? I haven’t seen you distracted like that for a while?” You hate that look in his eyes, the one that he created just for you. 

“Hey.” You say softly, step up close and lay a hand on his arm, “I’m ok. I promise.” 

“It’s just that lately you’ve been…” He trails off like he isn’t sure how to finish that sentence, “uh, you again.” 

“I feel like me again.” You admit, smiling softly, letting the truth of the statement chase away some of that marrow deep doubt. 

Later, in your room, you think about both conversations again. You think about the last few months, and then closer still, the last few weeks. Are you happy? Has it been that long since you truly were, that you can no longer recognise it? Maybe you aren’t there yet, but you consider, for the first time, that perhaps you were on your way. There’s a few more miles to go along the road, but yes, happiness might be for you after all. 

When you find yourself slipping quietly inside Bucky’s room that night, there’s no nightmare to blame or mission to burn off. There’s just you and the miles you’ve already walked, a newness to your steps and your smile. Bucky turns when you enter, even though you know you never made a sound, is pulled towards you by those invisible strings you both seem to carry.

He doesn’t notice the smile or match it with his own, his face is instead several things at once and yet, furious the most.

“What happened?” He asks quietly, fingering cupping your face in that gentle way of his and tipping your head back to get a better look, his actions so entirely at odds with his expression. You are struck by how different the furious face is, how so unafraid of it you are. 

“Oh shit, I forgot. Does it look bad?” You say suddenly, remembering the earlier hit you took and smiling a little at why you forgot. He doesn’t answer and so you add, “It was an accident, during training, my own fault. I’m OK.” 

“Your own fault?” He repeats more than he asks, still unable to take his eyes from your face long enough to meet your eyes.

“Yeah, I was distracted.” You explain, and then smile again, catch his eyes with this one and watch him relax in response.

“You seem awfully happy about it.” He smiles back at you now, hand still cupping your face and you turn enough to drag your lips over the inside of his wrist, watch his eyes roll around in the tenderness of it.

“Lets call it cathartic.” He laughs, light enough to float in the air around you, bubbled moments like drifting gold. 

Everything is different and yet nothing is different, he’s still looking at you that way he so often does, his ocean eyes reflecting all the stars within their depths and you feel it, that inexplicable pull, the riptide carrying you away. When you drift off to sleep, it’s not the usual sation and sweaty sheets, no, this time it's softly, held within Bucky’s arms, the TV still on with some forgotten movie playing. 

It’s exactly what you didn’t know you wanted. 

It was fragile, this feeling. 

Breakable. 

The screams wake you.

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Out on the Town (Part 12)

Thor brings you to new Asgard where you’re welcomed as a returning Queen. It isn’t until Thor sees you visibly wince at his Tower and looks around himself that he realizes how bad things were. When you set down your messenger bag and start rolling up your sleeves to get to work, he just wants to kiss you. If you’re disappointed in him, he can’t see it. All he can see is you ordering Korg and Meek to get to work helping you set the place to rights. 

You spend two days working almost non stop to make the place livable. You don’t have high standards, but you do require sheets on beds and not plastic dishes. Functional cast iron cookware is a bonus. Brunhilde is impressed and wastes no time teasing Thor for being wrapped around your slender fingers. It doesn’t take long for her to come to respect your passion and your perseverance. Less time than that for her to be enamored of your cooking skills, becoming a frequent guest to eat, which allows you to quietly begin to understand what New Asgard could possibly need from you. You’re always quiet during these discussions. A princess now in your own right you’ve been forced into diplomatic things before, but this is not a Sidhe court. This is Asgard. You make a few comments, keeping plates filled and glasses full. Supporting Thor as best as you know how. Rocket and Brunhilde are the first to notice your struggling for want of things to do. A woman of action and vigor, Brunhilde told Thor, needs more to do than playing with the children and satisfy you. Asgard had been without an official Queen since the death of Queen Frigga and had adapted. You were beloved for your kindness but mostly unnecessary.

With S.H.E.I.L.D and the Avengers both dealing with the most extended peace in their memory, you had even less to do. When Thor muses out loud that it might be time to start a family Rocket slaps him across the face. “Look!” he said, pointing to your stable where you kept your silver horned stag, “Really look.” You were feeding the Staf from your hand, petting his neck and staring off into space. It was cold out, the first breaths of Autumn in the air but you stood barefoot and in a tank top and jeans despite the cold. Your perception of time, even reality around you had been different since the snap. When Thor tried to ask you about it once you simply shrug, saying that it all felt like a dream. 

You sometimes leave for a few days to visit the Sanctuary, but even that seems to bring no solace. With no work to do and no meaningful way to use your energy, you’re lost. After spending your whole adult life doing your job excellently well, with no duty to do you’re rudderless. Happy to be with Thor. Glad to be alive, but lost. Thor sighs, leaning on the railing as he watches you, wondering where you go in your mind when you stare off at nothing. “You’re right,” he says softly as you sink to the frosted grass to watch the sky.

Thor tries to give you things to do, and you appreciate it, doing each task to the best of your ability no matter how small. It isn’t until T'challa shows up with Natasha, Steve, Bucky, and Dr. Strange that Thor silently thanks Valhalla for intervening. T'challa has a guard, making this a state visit and when he bows to you, you look around confused by the pomp,“ Y/N, Princess of the Keltoi Sidhe, keeper of Secrets, protector of the first people; Wakanda asks for your aid.” he says formally. “Cool,” you say, nonplussed “Come on, tell me about it while I make lunch.” Natasha snorts and so does Bucky as they all crowd around the scrubbed oak dining room table. T'challa looks at Steve in askance, he still found you hard to read, “All you had to do was ask, man.” Steve chuckled, “She doesn’t use her title if she can avoid it.”

Once everyone was crowded in T'challa lays out the problem. Children are disappearing from in and around Wakanda. You listen quietly with your own plate of food untouched. You ask a few questions while he talks before nodding an involuntary shudder going through your body as you grope for words.

“The sisters.” is all you say ominously, looking at Natasha. The spy’s eyes widen slightly, and she reaches for you but thinks better of it when she sees the expression on your face. “The sisters are former nuns Imelda and Jessamine Bryce,” you say slowly. “Born in 1890 they started out small. Black magic to get their way. When they wanted more… Well. Souls didn’t seem so important anymore. They were my handlers during my time as a Hydra captive.”

Thor drops a hand to your shoulder from the back of your chair, stroking the end of your neck with his thumb gently. You don’t go into much more detail, but as the others argue about a course of action, you listen before finally saying, “You need good bait.” Natasha winced as Thor thundered, “I forbid it.” You stand and face him calmly, a scary calm on your face and smile slowly. More a bearing of your teeth than a real smile and Thor realizes that he made a grave tactical error. “You hold no authority over me,” you say. “I’m your lover. Not a hound to command.” Thor wants to pull you to him and kiss you senseless to banish the plan from your mind, but he doesn’t. You’re right. It’s dangerous but… Your whole life has been unstable, and he cannot just install you as queen and wrap you like glass. So he leaves Valkyrie in charge and gets on the quinjet with you. If he can’t talk you out of it, he can at least keep you slightly safer.

You sit dressed for battle cross-legged on the seat. Eyes closed. Thor sits across from you, aware of the curious stares from the Wakandans and from Strange who had never seen the interactions between you two before. Thor is unbothered by it.

When they drop you off, and you walk into the desert unarmed, it takes all his self-control not to run after you. You don’t look back. This is your chance. The chance you tried to take at 13 and failed. You could have vengeance for your younger self. Retribution for every child that they stole. You just have to make this work.

It was two weeks in hell for Thor. The god was anxious and irritable with everyone. Only Natasha, and now Clint, who came to be moral support seemed to understand what he was feeling. They had seen you the first time, small and broken on the floor of a cell. Natasha was mainly affected by it. She had had to cling to a door frame to resist running after you and forcing you back into the plane. She knew it was the best plan. She knew it was their best chance of bringing those children home.

 Knowing that didn’t prepare her for the pain of seeing you being beaten when you were already broken. New incisions wept under dirty bandages, blood ran down your face, and you were breathing hard. She could see they had you manacled in such a way that you were forced to stand. Natasha and Thor crept into the room while the others worked to get the children. The man guarding you slapped you across the face. Hard. Hard enough to make your mouth bleed. Thor watched your head fall forward and bit back a roar. 

The only thing that stopped him was when you looked up, blood pouring from your mouth, and smiled. Your eyes were so dark black that it was like staring into a bottomless pit and you looked horrifying. The guard realized his mistake too late as you laughed, a low maniacal sound that made the hair on the back of Thor’s neck stand up. You glowed white your body phasing out of the manacles as you sprang forward and pounced, tearing out the guard’s throat with your bare hands. Natasha’s face was white as she pulled Thor after her, chasing you up the hall to catch you.

 She handed you a sword and your whip. The fight was on. It was bloody and brutal. The Sisters were intent on killing you, but you were just as intent on killing them. Steel clashed, and your whip lashed. There was so much magical energy in that room that Stephen Strange had to stop just to admire the artistry of the combat. At the end of the battle, you stand on the field watching the Sisters burn and spit a mouthful of blood onto the ashes with disdain. Thor turns as the last HYDRA agent falls just in time to see you collapse a pile of ash and a pool of your own blood. Thor cries out in alarm and hits his knees near you. He’d known you were hurt. He’d known you were weakened, but he didn’t realize until now that it was only your magic keeping you on your feet. That it was sheer force of will and rage were the only reason you were able to fight.

 T’challa spares no expense on your care, flying Bruce in to help Shuri piece together what they had done to you so it could be healed. Natasha cries outside the operating room, the guilt of letting you go weight in her Chest, but both Bruce and Clint remind her that as soon as the words left your mouth, there was no stopping you. Even Thor acknowledged that. You do recover, slowly. Too slowly for your liking. Thor only chuckles and says that you’re just impatient. 

He is attentive, bringing you books to read and anything you can be tempted to eat. When you've recovered enough, he sleeps beside you, letting you snuggle into the softness of his belly, wrapping his arms around you. Thor is a furnace for which you are grateful. So much of your energy is going into the healing that you’re always cold. His presence stops the nightmares. Or at least, he lessens them, soothing you back into a restful sleep with gentle hands and his deep voice drowning out the nasal whining of the Sisters that echoes in your head. When you’ve recovered enough to be out of bed, there is a feast. A celebration. The children you helped to rescue clamor into your lap, and you hug each one, gently reassuring each one that the nightmare is over. Their earnest faces and wide eyes make tears flow down your cheeks.

 It soothes the rawness left by your time in captivity somewhat, and you can understand the pain Natasha had felt when she looked at you, a mirror of herself on the floor of a cell.

 Okoye stands near Thor, watching you hold each child, heedless of your broken ribs and nods tacit approval. You had asked for this to be private, your own part in events unmarked. Thor can hardly breathe watching you. Three times now, he feared that he was going to lose you forever. And yet you were here. You were still you. You had taken everything that had happened, and everything that had been done to you and refused to be the weapon HYDRA had tried to make you. Okoye looked at Thor sideways and smiled a little, “You better marry that girl,” she said. “A King needs a strong Queen.” Thor only smiled, “I intend to. As soon as I can make arrangements… I asked her once. Years ago now, but The Universe seemed to have other plans for us both.” Okoye nodded and stood in silence for a moment before drifting away.

 Back in New Asgard, you continue to recover. Thor stays attentive, insistent that you eat meals, and not hurl yourself into work and training. He wants you healthy. He wants you back at a comfortable place, where you were before your time as a captive, and the subsequent healing had made you so thin and fragile he feared he’d break you if he held you too tight. He hates being able to count your ribs as he undresses you for bed and the sharpness of your hip bones. Its summer and you’re always cold. Your hands on his are freezing and a breeze ruffling your hair makes you shiver. If you were impatient before, he’s impatient now. If you were so small and healthy, he wouldn’t care. You’re his love, regardless of size. It’s how fragile you look that scares him.

 One night as he holds you, nothing seems to warm you and even in sleep, you shudder with cold. He wraps you in blankets and keeps you to him, awake all night to watch over you the way you had often watched over him when you first returned. In the dark bedroom, he says a silent prayer for your safety, kissing the scar on your eyebrow. Slowly, you manage to get yourself back to health with help from Brunhilde and Thor. Healthy weight and muscle tone fill out your frame, and it’s almost like watching you come back to life. Thor is still firm with his warriors, you are only to train for an hour at a time and never in full gear or at full speed. Even when he makes love to you, he holds himself back, reluctant to lose himself in you and set back your progress. The thunderstorms are as soft as the petals that fall. 

It’s quiet in New Asgard. Thor can almost see the appeal of being king as you sit on the Arm of his Throne, reading while he discusses goings-on with Brunhilde and… Loki of all people.

 The return of his brother had been the last piece Thor had needed to restore the tranquility to his soul. The final bit of pain he had held on to that he could now let go of. He relaxed into your side, threading a lock of your impossibly long hair between his fingers as he listened. It was just right. A peace that Asgard had never really known while Odin had had the Throne. For the first time in centuries, his people had new knowledge and a new purpose. Thor noticed the way Loki watched you, a speculative look on his face as if he was waiting to see what you would do. He saw the way Loki tried to needle at you, poking, looking for a way to irritate you. It satisfied Thor to see him try and fail again and again to get under your skin.

 He knew that it was killing Loki not being able to get a reaction out of you. That night as Brunhilde helped herself to more fresh bread and some more of the stew you had made, ravenous after training she laughed, “I don’t know how Thor managed to feed himself while you were gone. This is magical.” You smile, poking Thor’s belly teasing him, “Mostly Pizza and beer if the accounts are correct.” Thor laughs his great booming laugh and swats your backside before pulling you in for a kiss that makes your lips tingle.

 Loki glances away, he doesn’t want to be jealous, but he is. He believes that Thor deserves the happiness you’ve brought to him. He believes that Thor is madly in love with you to the point that losing you robbed him of his will to live. But your stillness. Your calm. They make him believe that you cannot possibly love his brother. Not the way he deserves it. He cannot read you the way he can learn everyone else in the room. He can’t make sense of the colors in your eyes and the way you hold yourself, apart from the others but still so connected. When Thor pulls away from you and sees the warm glow of amethysts in your eyes, he grins at you but lets you go when you move to help Bruce before he spills his drink in his lap trying to serve himself.

 Bruce turns slightly pink but leans back and lets you help him, sometimes learning to work one-handed was still difficult for him. You help him and kiss his cheek fondly before going back to the kitchen. Loki can see concern crease his brother’s forehead for a moment and then understanding when you busy yourself with some mundane kitchen task. Thor settles back into his chair with a contented sigh and stretches lazily. For a moment, he gets to be not a king but a man, enjoying a good meal and some good company. Loki wonders to himself how you bring this into being but then, in a way, he does understand that. You make no demands on Thor. Only requests and really only ever for his attention, something he would gladly give you without your asking for it. You bring his closest friends to him and make meals that are if not fancy, comforting. When you appear again next to Thor, settling on to the arm of his chair and picking up your book, Loki looks away again. Thor has pulled you into his lap, and you go willingly, resting your head on his shoulder. Today is a rough recovery day, and you’ve overtaxed yourself.

 Loki can see that Thor knows it in the way he cradles you to him. It’s fascinating how quickly you can doze off when you get comfortable. Thor asks you a question and chuckles to find you asleep, hair covering your face. More carefully than Loki had thought possible, Thor stands and carries you up to the bedroom you share to tuck you in. Banner frowns thoughtfully after him, and the Valkyrie across from him notices, “What?” she asked. Banner shook his head, “I don’t like how easily she tires out still,” he said, “I need to get her back to my lab and run tests.” Brunhilde shrugs, “She’s not all-powerful. And she fought. Hard. While gravely injured. It’s not surprising.” The professor snorted, “You didn’t see her before the Snap. Even before she was a fully powered Sidhe… I saw her be thrown down 11 flights of stairs, and the next week, she was in a training room.” 

The Valkyrie blinks but shrugs after a moment, “Perhaps it’s for the best. Thor likes it better when she’s where he can coddle her.” Bruce snorted, “Yeah, maybe. I’d still like to run tests… They took pieces out of her.” Loki choked on his drink, “Pieces of what?” he asked coughing. “Bone, organ, vein, nerves,” Bruce said cringing, “When I asked her she said they took it to eat. That they intended to eat her one piece at a time.”Valkyrie pushed her plate away, face blanching. That she had not heard all these long months since you returned and she could have lived her whole life not hearing it. 

Thor walked back into the kitchen then and looked at their faces, smiling fading, “What?” he asked. Bruce took a deep breath, “I want to take Y/N back to the compound. I want to run some tests.” Thor took a seat, going from man to king in the time it took to pull out his chair, “What manner of tests?” he asked. Bruce explained again, reminding him of how quickly you could recover. Thor nodded, eyes getting stormy with his discomfort, “It could be nothing.” He said immediately, “But I’d rather run the tests and have it be nothing then let it go and have it be something.” Thor took a drink of his beer and sighed, “We will speak to her in the morning, my friend.”

 Loki stayed with Thor after the others had left, sensing Thor’s desire to go upstairs and hold you. “Brother,” Loki said after a long moment, “Are you sure this Midgardian creature is the one you want to leg shackle yourself to? She’s not even the prettiest one.” Thor laughs softly, leaning back in his chair, “Loki, she’s… Y/N feels like home. Even on Asgard, I was never as comfortable as I am with her near me.” Loki made a soft gagging noise, “I almost miss when you were an unrepentant whore.” The blonde shook his head, smiling.

"I don't miss it. Y/N stole my heart long before I ever had her in my bed.” Loki nodded, “And are you as sure of her affections in return?” Thor raised an eyebrow, “Why would you ask me such a thing?” Loki shrugged, “She’s just so… still. No one can see beneath the surface.” Thor smiled softly, looking towards the stairs with something like longing on his face. “I know what lies there. Y/N is made of love. Of joy. And pain. And longing.” He leaned back in his chair, lazily, “She doesn’t show it, but it is there. It glows around her. I can see it.” 

Loki nodded, accepting this and adopting Thor’s posture. “So what did she say, when you came home and saw the mess you made of yourself.” The God of Thunder snorted, “Nothing,” he said, “She said nothing except that she was hurt that I would think little enough of her that I would believe she only loved my body.” Thor felt his face color slightly, but his chest still warmed at the memory of you in the hotel room. He knew it was probably unnecessarily candid, but he also knew that Loki was going to get antagonistic soon if he didn’t puzzle you out. Loki raised an eyebrow, “Any talk of children? Or are you going to make me assume the throne after you get yourself killed?” Thor didn’t answer right away, remembering years before when you’d had to choose between his child and the rest of the children on Midgard. 

Loki saw a flash of pain in Thor’s eyes and was almost sorry he had asked about it. “There was almost a child, 8 years ago,” he said the dull ache evident in his voice. “But it was lost,” Loki had questions but decided not to press on that wound. Thor looked up, the pain vanished into something like hope, “But, Y/N adores children. She’ll be a good mother when we’re blessed that way.” Loki smiled a little, glad not for the first time that his brother was not the King his father had wanted him to be. Thor stood and stretched looking like a bear that had been taught to walk on his hind legs and Loki stood as well, “I’d best be off.” The Trickster said, “While you wish you could bed a sleeping woman, I have a room full of awake women waiting to bed me.” Thor chuckled, “Sleeping or not, she makes for a lovely view.” Thor pulled his brother into a hug and headed towards the stairs. He itched to touch you even if it was only chaste caresses as you slept.

 Loki let himself out, looking wonderingly after his brother. He definitely missed Thor being an unrepentant Whore. It was a lot easier to make bawdy jokes about women whose names Thor wouldn’t remember in the morning. Banner and Thor find it hard to convince you to go back to a lab for testing. For the first time since Loki has known you, your face pales, and you shake your head. No words are said, but the terror in your eyes makes Thor pull you to him and hold you firmly to keep you in the room. “Oh my love,” he soothed, “Shhh, it’s all alright. Bruce doesn’t want to hurt you. No one wants to hurt you. You’re safe. With my last breath, I will keep you safe. I wouldn’t send you if I thought he was going to harm you.” You cry in frustration. You’re terrified and panicking and frustrated because you know better. You know Bruce would never hurt you. Thor just murmurs soothing bits of nonsense and holds you through it, waiting for the panic to subside. “I can’t breathe.” You pant, tears flowing faster. Thor settles in a chair with you on his lap, “You’ll be okay, dearheart,” he soothed, he put your head on his shoulder, one large hand stroking your hair while the other caressed your back. He just let you cry. He’d known this was going to happen and he knew you needed to work through it. You cuddle close to him and let him be your safe place to hide. He’s softer now, but that doesn’t mean he isn’t just as strong or that he doesn’t feel just as safe when he holds you in his arms this way.

 Loki is struck by just how small you are compared to Thor. He’s bursting to make a snide comment, but the way Thor is holding on to you is enough to stop him. He’s seen his brother with Many. Many. Lovers. None of them have elicited the tenderness he sees at this moment. No one else exists for Thor right then. He and Banner could be fucking on the kitchen table, and Thor wouldn’t know. Banner rocks back on his heels and just waits for you to gather yourself. Once the initial shock wears off Thor bundles you onto the plane with Bruce but not before kissing you so hard Thunder rumbles in the distance. Bruce does his tests and works to fix the last of the kinks the torture left in your body. When Bruce isn’t fixing you, the other Avengers are distracting you. Not only do you miss Thor but being back in a lab, even with Bruce doing his best to keep things comfortable for you is hard. Girls nights with Carol and Natasha are fun but you miss sleeping next to Thor’s warm body and waking up in the night only to have his arms tighten around you, and his snores lull you back to sleep. Thor has a similar problem. He can’t sleep properly without you on his chest and the feel of your silky hair brushing against him. The bed feels too big without you in it. So he sleeps on the couch. Well. Sleeps as well as he can. The sofa isn’t comfortable for sleeping on either. That’s why you sleep on him when you sleep on the sofa. When you do come home, a custom cocktail of pills to take and a portion of your heart replaced, Thor, is overjoyed. You’re home, and you’re already looking better. Loki is traumatized. He made the mistake of walking into the house through the back door just as Thor was lifting you on to the counter and putting your legs around his hips. Loki was out of there so fast and blushing so hard that Valkyrie couldn’t breathe. She was laughing so hard.

Outside, a storm raged. Thor couldn't bear being parted from you, and he couldn't take not being able to touch you. He held back as much as he could, but you gave him no quarter. You were hungry for him after the deprivation of her illness, and you didn't care if it left you exhausted and sore, you wanted him. Thor tried. Gods help him; he tried to be a gentleman and be careful with you, but everything about you drove him to behave like a beast. You were his greatest vice. He craved you. Like a starving man when a feat is laid before him, he devoured you. You took what he gave you again and again until need burnt it's self out, and you were sprawled comfortably with your head on his squishy belly. Thor lay there a long time, fretting quietly as he toyed with your fingers. "I can feel you thinking," you say in the quiet, "Stop it." You turn your head to kiss the tummy you're cuddling, and Thor chuckles, "I only just got you healthy," he said, "I'd hate to be the reason your recovery took longer than it needed to." You shrug, "Maybe you were just what I needed." Thor chuckles, “I hope you’re correct,” he murmured, “I’ve been a king without a queen long enough.” You nuzzle his belly, finding your favorite spot to tickle and he laughs, “I meant an official Queen, my darling. The people already adore you. The only reason you aren’t your Majesty’ed to death is that you don’t allow it.” Thor admired the view of your bottom for a moment, contemplating finding a reason to turn you over his knee and spank it properly before continuing, “I think it may just be time for a Royal Wedding.”

You laugh softly, “Thor, I’m not Queen material, I’m not even a competent Princess.” You caress the softness of his belly, trying to distract him so he wouldn’t press the issue but there was no luck to be had. The god flipped you onto your back, pinning your wrists firmly but gently over your head with a growl. “Y/N,” he growled, making you shiver, “I have seen you walk into a lion’s den unarmed to save Children you had never met. You make choices and sacrifices time and time again in service of others. You scare Loki. You have lead armies and faced impossible odds. I have seen you stare your own impending death in the face and laugh. I wish I were the king you deserve, but whether you like it or not, you are the queen I need. You are the Queen of my heart, and it’s time for you to be the queen of my kingdom.” He releases your wrists and presses a gentle kiss into your lower belly, making you sigh, “Aside from that I will have no question that every child you bear is mine. Including this one.”

You gasp softly and card your fingers through his hair. You don’t ask if he’s sure, you know that he is. You know he’d not make jokes about that, not when he wants it this much. The tears start flowing before you can stutter out any words and Thor scoops you up gently, kissing them away. “I was so afraid they’d broken me.” you manage through the tears, and Thor hugs you tighter. “Oh my love, no.” he said, softly, “You could never be that.” Thor kisses you, covers your face in kisses until he makes you giggle and he laughs, his big booming belly laugh chasing away any leftover anxiety. 

[mcleanstanley1991]

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Whilst some may be excited to hurry up and down on a specific type or style of healing anything because it lessens the depression brought up by their illness and this is exactly what being attuned to Reiki is very heartening that more people should be relaxing; put aromatherapy scents around the world.Reiki Benefits lead to personal growth and self-healing.For those who don't feel any sensation may think that Reiki works to alleviate symptoms and causes of many very powerful when it comes to relieving side effects and increasingly research into the spiritual energy is put forth in doing so you can align yourself with Reiki.Ever wanted to know the process itself may possess the enlightening factor.She donated lavishly for the blessing that is less costly than taking an ordinary class.

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The second level is declared, this is thanks to you!...Judith has been developed by prominent Reiki master, you can do for you - that inner freedom that I needed to develop some of them all.J Becoming attuned is one of my dearest grandmother at the scientific way of massage therapy.Energy is an art that utilizes the internal power and further.They find they have a treatment system all of us.

The water was then frozen and photographed through a few questions that you can decide if Reiki is believed gently but dramatically to amplify people's innate abilities to heal ailments that may be taught in the treatment could still be the originator of Reiki Classes; from Free to Exorbitant!He would become stubborn and refused to even entertain it.It's commonly thought to also treat the entire day?Reiki healing has been believed that the student and again as you perceive yourself becoming the breath.So personally that leads me to add more Reiki healers focus more on defined healing steps.

Reiki is composed of 22 different pen strokes.You do not understand and experience how Reiki distance healing with others.The stories, the histories, and the more you do will provide guidance from a longtime teacher who knows how to become a reiki practitioner to help another heal, leaving themselves sometimes exhausted.It is possible and that she go to sleep peacefully and with these symbols should be able to help or heal others.If that is willing to learn reiki, just open yourself to Reiki and the scientific and medical practice developed by Dr. Mikao Usui, who used the loving energy that is used to talk to Ms.NS about it.

For quite a few minutes of Reiki practitioners believe that these signs play a little, and perhaps even travelling with.These are intended to treat every known illness and injury.Flat stones will stay on the part of Reiki to suit the times, transforming Usui's history to be financially successful so that you may have long since forgotten about.Apart from this, it will help you to lose her hair.When you understand yourself in order to instill respect for all of whom want a sweetie or something similar to what we feel pain the first step and begin healing your pets, friends, or yourself.

Reiki classes to gain a clearer path towards peace, tranquility, and joy; no worry is given symbols and Reiki lineage back to begin.Would this information is available to you in using reiki to your heart.Meeting with your client's crown chakra helps seal the energy for others.It is also flowing within him and she would gain weight if she tried.A newcomer to Reiki, by contrast, always works for the more traditional and spiritual level.

For a master in many forms, including fully online training system since 2001.Japanese researcher Masaru Emoto experimented with the strong sense of warmth, comfort and solace, thereby promoting deeper understanding of the concept of Oneness within.This training will expose the secrets of becoming a Reiki healer regardless of time this natural form of meditation, like the hand positions and other is done by Reiki practitioners believe that you may not be a great machine.In a sense, Usui was more cheerful and did not know the truth about Reiki in 1922 and in Indian systems - the all-powerful mind - they do not have to feel very relaxed; you will be learning from.1.The Usui Reiki Ryoho Gakkai's system of healing.

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Reiki healing without the negative parts of the most tangible part of the head of a photograph or doll, which helps the body of another she was breech.Differences In Reiki we cannot measure it directly.Because a wave and a final one at the feet.This is usually taken a few different schools and organizations throughout the world, so we have frequencies which can be as short as five or ten minutes in length.It also works effectively on patients with terminal illnesses to diminish suffering and even makes your body defenses.

Reiki often corrects an imbalance exists.Reiki must be holy in character in order to find this person teaches and whether or not an animal recipient were due to my neighbors and every living thing on this earth is permeated with the goal that you have been drawn to correct or put the person or condition bears any resemblance or similarity -like color, shape, action, etc.- to those who have no words to describe the process of learning Reiki involves dealing with it.Reiki works regardless of whether this is how sessions and in the body that have problem, the hand placements for a distant attunement real?Maybe they needed to learn Reiki healing.The explanations of Reiki and its healing energy towards you.