#note: translation notes in a few gifs above if you noticed that there is a bit of a difference from the iqiyi subs

[fellominaarcher]

you belong to me - yoo jimin/karina

⤷ stripper!karina x g!p fem!reader

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⤷ trigger warning: smut (minors dni) adult content, p in v (unprotected), violence, strip club (?).

⤷ note: this shit is terrible and this is my first gp smut :/

That’s the problem. Y/N is a frequent visitor at this elite strip club. What started as an innocent getaway out of curiosity about the whole concept of a strip club had led her to meeting Yoo Jimin — or as she goes by on stage, Karina.

Her stage name.

If she were to count, this would be her ninth visit in two months. That’s quite frequent, even for a regular customer at this club. In fact, she had spent the most money here recently. Entrance fees. Drinks. Snacks. Strippers.

But that’s not a problem for the current vice president of a certain corporation.

Until a certain dark-eyed dancer with a mean expression — a well-known performer here who attracts the most customers — entered the picture. Also the co-owner of Hellfire Club, she had successfully seduced and captivated the usually quiet Y/N.

“Hey!” a man — more specifically, a male waiter at the club — called out. “You again! Eyeing Karina again?” he teased as he took a seat next to her at the bar.

Y/N shot him a side glare, letting out a soft groan, a little infuriated by the sudden interruption of her little moment. She continued sipping her cold whiskey.

The waiter’s eyes followed Y/N’s gaze to where it was glued — Karina. His boss. One of the highest-ranking dancers at Hellfire. He hummed knowingly. “Just ask her out. You drive her home sometimes, and sometimes she even takes you into her room,” he chirped, offering his slightly unwanted opinion.

“My boss is gorgeous. I don’t blame you,” he added.

Still no response from Y/N.

Yes, there are rooms above the strip club. Private rooms for the highest-ranking strippers to entertain customers they’re interested in — for private performances and more.

“I’m just a customer. It’s delusional to think that a stripper might be into you just because of how often you come here,” Y/N finally spoke, taking another sip of whiskey. Good thing she’s a strong drinker.

Rarely drunk. Always in control. But when it comes to her nights with Karina, she’s drunken and weak — knees wobbling at the touch of her hands. The feeling of Jimin’s body.

It’s addictive, really. In fact, Y/N and Karina are almost like friends now — sharing bits of their personal lives and daily routines. They’ve even had lunch together twice after unexpectedly bumping into each other on the street. Y/N found it entertaining and surprisingly easy to talk to Karina.

Sometimes, she hoped Karina felt the same — that their conversations were more than just casual small talk, that Karina found it just as comforting and effortless as she did.

Most of Y/N’s nights at Hellfire were filled with sinful whispers and breathless moans shared with Karina, indulging in carnal needs that translated into physical desires neither of them could resist.

The male waiter scoffed at Y/N’s earlier words. “I’m just saying. It’s not like I’m asking you to marry her right away,” he teased. Y/N fell silent because, as irritating as he was, he wasn’t wrong.

Her gaze drifted back to Karina, and her jaw clenched, brows knitting together. It was a sight she wasn’t expecting — and certainly not one she wanted to see.

Karina was sitting at another table with another regular, Juyeon — the chaebol guy. The waiter, noticing Y/N’s change in expression, leaned closer. “Oh, that’s Juyeon. He’s been coming in a lot these past few weeks,” he informed her as she leaned against the bar, eyes locked on the scene before her.

Karina hadn’t noticed Y/N had arrived to pick her up for the night. She was too busy leaning in to hear Juyeon’s words over the heavy bass pounding against the club’s walls — and Y/N’s heart.

Juyeon said something funny, making Karina chuckle softly — the kind of laugh that wasn’t forced. The kind that made her eyes sparkle. The kind that made Y/N’s chest tighten.

“Why not? I like dad jokes too,” Juyeon grinned, earning a small smile from Karina.

She nodded slightly, scooting a bit away from him. It was midnight, and all Karina wanted was to leave the club, go home, and rest. But Juyeon’s presence made that harder. He had shown interest in her recently, and tonight was no different.

A few older men — the usual types with gold bands around their fingers and families waiting for them at home — beckoned for Karina to continue dancing for them. She was too exhausted to entertain their sleazy smiles and wandering eyes tonight.

Juyeon, however, wasn’t giving up. He wanted to see Karina on the pole, to have her undivided attention — even if it meant outspending everyone else just to get her alone in a private room.

“This is hard to watch,” Y/N muttered, downing the rest of her whiskey in one swift gulp.

Karina, on the other hand, felt suffocated. She needed to escape, even if this was her own club. The co-owner, barely sincere in her performances anymore, was growing weary of showing herself off to men who didn’t really see her.

“Please, Karina, just for a ni—” Juyeon reached out, grasping her wrist.

A loud crash shattered the tension in the room.

Gasps echoed through the club, the DJ immediately cutting the music, leaving behind an awkward silence punctuated by the faint scratch of the halted track.

Karina’s eyes widened, both hands covering her mouth in shock.

Juyeon dropped to his knees with a heavy thud, clutching his head tightly as blood trickled down his face.

Y/N stood over him, her hand still clenched from smashing her whiskey glass against his head. Thin beads of sweat lined her hairline as she gritted her teeth, glaring down at him.

This was her territory.

Karina stared at Y/N, utterly stunned. Relief flickered within her — someone had come to her rescue. But she wasn’t expecting this. Not here. Not in her club.

“Don’t you ever dare look at her again,” Y/N stated coldly, her voice laced with quiet fury. She wanted to blame it on the whiskey — maybe it was the Laphroaig clouding her judgment — but deep down, she knew better.

This wasn’t the alcohol talking.

This was possession.

Juyeon swayed, his vision blurring as he groaned in pain. Blood dripped sluggishly down his face, and he gritted his teeth, trying to regain his balance. Karina's eyes flickered between him and Y/N before she finally exhaled the breath she hadn’t even realized she was holding.

She didn't care about Juyeon. Not now. Maybe not ever.

Without hesitation, she grabbed Y/N’s wrist and pulled her away. The murmuring crowd had already begun to close in, eager to watch the chaos unfold, but Karina had no intention of cleaning up Y/N’s mess. Let someone else deal with it.

Y/N let herself be dragged, though Karina’s grip was tighter than necessary—possessive, almost. They weaved through the dimly lit hallways of Hellfire Club, the heavy bass of the music still thudding in the distance. The scent of whiskey, sweat, and expensive perfume clung to the air, but all Y/N could focus on was the heat of Karina’s hand on her skin.

The moment they reached the private room, Karina shoved the door open and slammed it shut behind them. The muffled echoes of the club faded into silence.

Then she yanked Y/N’s hand from her own grasp.

“That was uncalled for! Why’d you do that?” Karina’s voice was sharp, a mix of frustration and something else — something raw, something shaken.

Y/N stood tall, but her gaze stayed on the floor. Her heart was still hammering against her ribs, her breathing uneven. What the hell had she just done?

She hadn’t planned to smash that glass against Juyeon’s head. It wasn’t premeditated. It wasn’t logical. It was instinct.

Because the moment she saw Karina laughing with someone else, leaning in close, touching someone who wasn’t her, something inside her snapped.

"I hope you're not expecting me to apologize," Y/N finally said, lifting her head to meet Karina’s eyes. Her voice was low, rough, laced with something dangerous. "I don’t think I did anything wrong at all."

Karina’s breath hitched.

The way Y/N was looking at her — it wasn’t just anger. It wasn’t just jealousy. It was darker than that, deeper than that. Possession. A claim, unspoken yet impossible to ignore.

And the worst part?

Karina wasn’t sure if she hated it.

Her own gaze softened, but the conflict still lingered in her chest. Y/N had come to her defense. Protected her. But the violence — it wasn’t necessary. It wasn’t supposed to be like that.

Letting out a quiet sigh, she took a step forward, closing the space between them.

“Are you… okay?” Karina murmured, her voice gentler now.

Her fingers ghosted toward the back of Y/N’s head, hesitant, searching.

Y/N didn’t move. She didn’t flinch.

But her dark eyes never left Karina’s.

"I fucking hate anyone who touches what's mine." It's a matter of statement, stated by Y/N.

The tension between them crackled like fire in the dimly lit room, burning too hot, too fast, and neither of them could stop it now.

She just stood there, letting Karina’s fingertips barely ghost over her scalp, her body thrumming with something electric.

Without thinking properly, Y/N tugged Karina's closer into her by her arm and her gaze drifted down on Karina's eyes then kissable pinkish lips. Y/N gulped at the closeness between them and she took a deep breath as she grew needy for the beautiful woman.

Y/N leaned in and capturing Karina's lips in a deep yet gentle kiss. She could taste the lingering sweetness from Karina's pinkish gloss on her tongue and she pulled back carefully, her eyes opening again as she bored into Karina's eyes.

Karina melted into the kiss, she didn't hate that and she was kinda looking forward to fuck Y/N again whenever Y/N decided to be a customer again in Hellfire Club.

"Oh baby, you're in a big trouble," Karina whispered and she was fighting the smile that was threatening to form, "Seeing you like that was hot, though." She placed her hands on Y/N's chest and pushed Y/N to the bed.

Karina crawled in the bed right after pushing the taller woman, she got on top of Y/N and straddled her hips then looping her arms around Y/N's neck and her lips immediately pointed their way towards Y/N's lips.

Kissing again and invading Y/N's mouth as her wet tongue pushed into so she could make the kiss all better. More steamy.

Y/N was happy to be here and she had been looking forward to spend the night with Karina whether it is driving the co-owner of Hellfire Club to home or spending the night between Karina's legs. The latter is so much better.

Y/N broke the kiss because she can't no longer hold the grin and she gazed into Jimin's half lidded eyes and her hands roaming over Karina's curves, "I don't like saying sorry but if I have to this is how I'll say 'sorry', Karina," Y/N spoke, her voice is almost a whisper.

Karina smirked as she listened to Y/N's and she let out a soft chuckle, "Sounds toxic. If you fight with your girlfriend and you'll say sorry through intimacy?" Karina questioned Y/N in a teasing manner and leaned in again to give a quick peck.

"Manipulative." Karina added.

Y/N captured Karina's mouth again, kissing her deeply as she began to strip off her skimpy outfit. Y/N tossed the pieces aside carelessly, her hands eager to explore every inch of Karina's silky skin. She cupped Karina's breasts, thumbing her nipples until they pebbled under her touch.

Karina gasped into the kiss, arching into Y/N's hands. "Mmm, that feels good. But you're wearing too many clothes."

Y/N chuckled, nipping at Karina's bottom lip. "Let me take care of that for you, gorgeous."

She reached for the buttons of her own shirt, fumbling slightly in her haste to be naked with Karina. Once she had shed her shirt, she tugged off her pants and underwear, baring herself fully to Karina's heated gaze.

"Fuck, you're gorgeous," Karina breathed, her eyes roaming over Y/N's body.

Y/N's cock twitched at the praise, already hard and aching for Karina's touch. She stepped closer, pressing her body against Karina's as she kissed a trail down her neck and chest. She lavished attention on Karina's breasts, suckling and licking until Karina was writhing with need.

Karina tangled her fingers in Y/N's hair, holding her close as she moaned her pleasure. "Please, Y/N. I need you."

Y/N knew exactly what Karina needed. She slid her hand between Karina's thighs, stroking her wet folds and teasing her clit. Karina spread her legs wider, giving Y/N better access.

"Yes, just like that," Karina panted, her hips rolling into Y/N's touch. "Make me come, baby. I want to feel good for you."

Y/N obliged, curling her fingers inside Karina's tight channel as she sucked hard on her nipple. Karina cried out, her body tensing and shaking as she came hard around Y/N's fingers.

As Karina came down from her high, Y/N gentled her touches, stroking and petting her soft skin. She peppered kisses along Karina's body as she murmured words of possessiveness.

Karina looked up at her with hazy eyes, a lazy smile on her face. "That was amazing. But I think it's time for round two."

Y/N grinned, feeling her cock throb in anticipation. "Whatever you want, baby. I'm all yours." said Y/N and this woman made her feel weak already.

Karina reached down, wrapping her hand around Y/N's shaft and giving it a firm stroke. Y/N groaned, pushing into her grip. "Fuck, that feels so good." It feels so good and she threw her head back.

Karina pumped her hand along Y/N's length, teasing the tip with her thumb. "I love your cock, Y/N. I want you to cum for me." Karina teased Y/N seductively.

Y/N thrust into Karina's hand, desperate for more friction. "It's all for you, baby. I only get hard for you."

Karina guided Y/N to the bed, pushing her down onto the mattress. She straddled Y/N's hips, rubbing her wet folds along Y/N's thick cock. "I need you inside me, Y/N. I need to feel you fill me up." Karina's voice is softer and quivering now.

Y/N reached between them, positioning her cock at Karina's entrance. She rubbed the tip along Karina's slick folds, teasing them both. "Are you ready for me, baby? I'm going to make you feel so good." There's a bit of push and pull dynamic between them.

Karina nodded, sinking down onto Y/N's cock with a low moan. "Oh fuck, yes. You feel so good inside me." She moaned out and Y/N thought it was one of the sexiest sound to hear.

Y/N gripped Karina's hips, thrusting up into her tight heat as Karina rode her. They moved together in a steady rhythm, bodies glistening with sweat as they lost themselves in the pleasure.

"Fuck, that feel so good," Y/N panted, her hands roaming over Karina's body. "You're mine, Karina. Only mine."

Karina leaned down, capturing Y/N's lips in a searing kiss. "Yes, all yours," she breathed against Y/N's mouth. "Now make me come on your big, beautiful cock."

Y/N did as she was told, pounding into Karina with renewed vigor. She changed the angle of her hips, hitting that special spot inside Karina that made her see stars.

"Yes, right there," Karina cried out, her walls clenching around Y/N's shaft. "Fuck, I'm going to come!" Y/N exclaimed in pleasure.

Y/N felt her own release building, her body tensing as Karina rode her harder and faster. They came together, bodies shaking and crying out each other's names as they found their pleasure.

Afterwards, they lay tangled together on the bed, basking in the afterglow of their intense sex. Y/N held Karina close, pressing soft kisses to her hair.

Karina smiled against Y/N's chest, snuggling closer. "I think I need to have more taste of you. I don't even allow my regular customers to be around me this often, you know." Karina stated as a matter of fact.

Y/N chuckled and both of them are taking a few minutes to recuperate before they have to leave this place. Y/N and Karina both knew that this is never going to be the last time for them to meetup like this.

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[doeidawn]

doeidawn's kinkmas day eleven ❆ mistletoe

KINKMAS 2024 | PREVIOUS DAY

a misinterpretation has könig a little overzealous with the mistletoe. 1.5k

❆ pairing: könig x fem!reader

❆ tags: MDNI/18+; google translate german—author apologizes in advance; fingering; piv sex; unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it); slight breeding kink; creampie

❆ note: this is entirely based around the tradition of hanging up mistletoe to promote fertility that is supposedly practiced in some European countries. i am absurdly american and have no idea if any of it is true, but let's just pretend for the sake of this scenario

Hanging a small tuft of mistletoe above your bedroom door might’ve been a little cheesy, but any excuse you had to be cheesy with your boyfriend, you were gonna take. It was just something fun to do for the holidays. He rarely had time to spend with you, so you were determined to make the most out of the few days you had him to yourself. 

The only problem seemed to be that he was incapable of noticing it. It had been hours since you scrambled on a chair and taped it securely on the doorframe, and he still hadn’t made any comment on it. It was kinda surprising that such a tall guy couldn’t look an inch above him to see the plant. Perhaps it’s because he was so preoccupied with you that he didn’t bother looking anywhere you weren’t at.

So, when he was in the doorway on his way back into the room, you call out for him to stay. A confused, almost worried, look on his face and you scramble over to him. You press yourself against him and point up to the edge of the doorframe.

“Mistletoe,” you say simply. “You know what that means.”

The insinuation hangs heavy in the air. König just stares at you for a moment, and you feel like you can see the gear turning in his head. You wonder if maybe the tradition is lost on him, a cultural difference that he never practiced. But before you can follow that line of thought, his strong arms are wrapping around your body and lifting you off the ground. He carries you over to the bed in a hurried frenzy, like he’s afraid you’ll rescind the offer. 

He’s on top of you before you can even process your back hitting the mattress. He’s smothering you in hurried kisses, sticking his tongue down your throat and swallowing your squeaks. You can’t get a word in edgewise, not with his mouth attacking yours. It’s not until he starts to trail his kisses down your neck that you feel like you can breathe again.

“You don’t need a silly plant as an excuse,” he mutters against your collarbone. “I’ll give you this whenever you want it, Engel.”

You brace your hands on his shoulders as he starts to tug at your clothing, stripping you of your garments until you’re bare below the waist. You’re too stunned to come up with a response quite yet, wondering why mistletoe sparked such need within him. But you weren’t complaining, especially when his fingers start to run over the inside of your thigh as he guides your legs apart. 

König mutters something softly to himself in German before two of those thick fingers run over your cunt to spread you open. You watch him lean in and spit onto your sensitive flesh before gliding his digits through the liquid to spread it around. The stretch as he breeches your entrance makes you keen, nails digging into his arm as you gasp for air. Your slick walls hug his intruding digits, squelching lewdly as he slowly pumps them in and out. 

“There we are, just relax for me.” The softness in his voice coaxes you to arch into his touch. His lips brush over the curve of your neck, pressing gentle kisses along the sensitive skin. 

This wasn’t exactly what you expected when you decided to hand up mistletoe above your door, but you certainly weren’t going to stop it. His thick fingers filled you up deliciously, pumping deep enough to hit something deep inside that makes your toes curl. His tongue and teeth run over your neck, up to your jaw, overwhelming you in the feel of him. His large frame caged you against the mattress, but you wouldn’t have it any other way.

He knew how to draw out every bit of pleasure from you, knew exactly where to hit and how hard to press. When he curled his fingers the right way, he knew that you would arch into him and run your nails down his back. It was as addicting for him as it was for you.

“So beautiful,” he mindlessly rumbles. “So pretty underneath me, schatz.” His praise makes you clench around his fingers, earning a groan from deep in his chest. “Scheiße, I can’t wait any longer…”

You whimper at the loss when he slides his fingers out of you. You hadn’t even realized how close you were until the persistent pressure deep inside was taken away. But seeing König impatiently fish his cock out, his face flushed with desire and determination, made the momentary emptiness worth it. He’s scrambling to find the lube in the nightstand, but gathers enough restraint to ensure both of you are slicked up enough before trying to push in.

No matter how many times he did it, that initial stretch was always a lot to handle. It almost didn’t matter how much he prepped you; he was so thick, it was hard to loosen up enough to take him easily. But that meant the sound that left his mouth was always so deliciously pathetic—a cross between a whimper and a groan as your slick walls hugged his cock.

You could tell how much restraint it was taking him to keep his pace slow at first. He didn’t want to make you uncomfortable, let alone chance hurting you. He knew it was a tight fit that took more out of you than him, but he’d make up for it by running circles over your clit with the pad of his thumb.

“So fucking good…you’re so damn tight, Engel.” His breath hits your lips as he leans over you. “So perfect for me. Can’t wait to fill you up.”

It wasn’t something out of the ordinary when it came to his sex talk, but something about it felt dirtier this time. Your hips jerk into his hand, sliding his cock deeper inside your stretched-out cunt. The initial burn dulls into something much more pleasurable that makes you tighten around him. He can tell, when your strained whimpers turn to soft moans, that he can give you what you need.

König’s free hand pushes a knee to your chest, opening you wider for both of your sakes. His cock hits deeper this way, kissing your cervix on each deep thrust, forcing the air out of your lungs every time. 

“You should have told me you wanted this sooner.” The words come out in huffs, growled from deep in his chest. “Don’t need the mistletoe to make sure it takes.”

What the mistletoe had to do with that, you weren’t exactly sure. But you did know that hearing him talk about filling you made your hips cunt throb with need. Growing just as desperate as he was, you were practically whining as your nails dig into his skin just to make sure he stays close. Your cunt flutters around him, tightening with each drive of his hips and tight circle of his thumb.

“That’s what you want, yeah? Want me to fill you, Engel?” The soft “mm-hmm” that vibrates in your chest is all the confidence he needs to turn his movements rougher, pounding into you with a force that makes your eyes roll back. “Gutes Mädchen…I know you want it.”

His hips snap against yours in hard, deep thrusts that feel like they could bruise your cervix. Your thighs start to tense, shaking under his iron grip, nonsensical noise spilling from your lips. Pleas and encouragement and soft whispers of his name—anything to make him keep up that pace. And with just a few more drives of his thick cock, your cunt was clamping around him, coating him in your slick cum. The tight pulses spur on his own release, following quickly behind while he tries to fuck you through the high.

Every twitch of his cock drags against your sensitive walls as he spills. König rocks his hips in shallow thrusts, buried inside you as deep as he could possibly fit, moaning into your mouth between sloppy kisses. It’s not until his hips still that he pulls his lips off of yours for the chance to catch his breath properly.

You look up at him still hovering over your body, watching him move his hand off of your thigh to let it fall against the mattress. “Where…where did all that come from?”

“The mistletoe,” he says matter-of-factly like it’s the obvious answer. “You hung it up, why are you surprised?”

“Well, I mean…that was a little more intense than just a kiss.”

“Of course it was. That is the point, yes?”

Your brows furrow at that. “No? I mean, not saying I didn’t like it—I liked it a lot. But you’re just supposed to kiss someone under mistletoe.”

You swear you can see the thoughts running a mile a minute behind his eyes. “Oh…” He looks down at you, at the spot where the two of you meet. “Well, just a slight misunderstanding, then.”

You arch your back, pushing your hips against his just to feel his cock shift inside you. Both of you groan at the feeling against your sensitive bodies. “At least it was a fun misunderstanding.” You wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him down until his lips meet yours again.“Yeah,” he sighs between your kisses. “Very fun.”

[cosmicmunsonwrites]

getting into an argument at dinner with jj?? 😚

i fall apart

pairing(s): bf!jj maybank x gf!fem!reader

warnings: arguing, pet names

summary: while out at dinner, you and jj get into a disagreement.

authors note: thank you for the request, love! enjoy :)

not edited

do not copy my works. i do not condone rewrites, translations, or edited versions. all my content is my content that i wrote.

not my gif

you and your boyfriend, jj, were currently out at a cute diner just off the cut for a much deserved date night.

you guys had spent most of your day at the beach with your friends and as much as you loved your friends, now you just wanted to spend some time together without them.

but as the night was winding down, it was time to pay. you hated this draining task. you knew how it would end.

especially when you started pulling out your wallet.

“stop,” he said. “put it away.”

you glanced up at him. “j, it’s fine. you always pay. let me do it.”

“it was my idea,” he replied. “i’m takin’ my girl out, so i’m paying.”

this always happened. “you said you were saving money, jj,” you added more firmly.

he pursed his lips into a thin line and looked at you. “i know, but i’m taking you out on a date, babe. we’re done arguing about it, got it? i’m paying and thats final.”

your brows furrowed as you looked at him. “excuse me?” he was never that aggressive when talking about something like this.

when the waiter returned, he handed a few bills to him and looked at your annoyed expression. you appreciated that he paid, but at the same time, you had just had a talk about how he wanted to save money and he was going to stop spending so much.

you understood that more than anything else and you supported him. you did your best to pitch in more, buying most of the things he usually bought for your hangouts with the pogues, buying as much of the stuff to make food during the week as he’d allow before taking over and paying the rest. you’d tried to help him out as much as possible.

so why he had gotten so rude about it this time was beyond you. but you knew you weren’t tolerating it.

once the waiter came back with the receipt, you had stood up quickly and made your way to the car, not caring to wait for him like you usually did.

and when he’d gotten in the car too, he had the nerve to try and place a rough hand on your upper thigh. in response, you’d just picked it up and placed it on the center console without a word.

at the house, there were still no words exchanged. but once you headed into your bedroom and he noticed you were genuinely upset, he started brainstorming his apology.

about two hours had gone past and you hadn’t come out of the room. not even for a snack. you were just sat in there watching your movie. it was getting late though and he wanted nothing more right now than to cuddle up with you and go to sleep.

so he decided it was time. lucky for him, the door was still open. so he headed inside only to find you knocked out already. he couldn’t help but smile to himself.

he walked over to his side of the bed and took a seat. he lightly tapped your arm. “baby,” he mumbled softly.

you stirred and rolled over to your other side to find him sat there. “hm?”

“‘m sorry for acting like that earlier. i know it was rude. you know how i get. and ‘m not making an excuse, i know it was wrong, i jus’ should’ve handled it better and i promise i won’t do it again,” he said just above a whisper, a hand coming up to brush the strands of hair from your forehead.

you hummed and rubbed your heavy eyes. “‘s okay, j. i know you meant well,” you replied tiredly. “now can we go to bed?”

he chuckled and nodded. he got up to quickly shut off the lights then was back at your side underneath the sheets, allowing you to cuddle up into his chest.

[a-strange-echo]

My only star

Pairing: Umbrella!Ben Hargreeves x gn!reader

Word Count: 1269

Summary: During your nightly meeting, Ben wants to tell you something important, little did he know, you also have something important to tell him but you're sure he won't like it.

Warnings: a little angst but fluff in the end, mention of abuse (thanks Reginald). Beta read (for once)

Author's note: I noticed it's been a while since I posted something and I just finished watching The Umbrella Academy for the second time so I just had to write something for our favorite Benny boy. It's sort of a fix-it fic but not entirely; also I might write a little piece that comes after the events of this fic if anyone is interested. As always: English is not my first language, tell me if you see any mistake, I will correct them.

It wasn’t the first time Ben slipped out of his window to escape in the middle of the night but this time it felt different. He couldn’t really explain it, maybe it was the fact he was more determined than ever to tell his best friend what he had been dying to say for years or maybe it was simply the fact he would be able to see them after a long time. Whatever it was, Ben was sure nothing could wipe the smile of his face tonight. Except perhaps the news his best friend was about to deliver to him; although he didn’t know that yet.

He found them sitting on the edge of the roof, legs dangling above the void, head turned up toward the sky as they watched the stars, waiting for him. Ben felt his heart skip a beat. The way the light of the moon and the stars shone on their face gave them an ethereal glow; it made them look like an angel. An angel made of starlight, Ben thought. He was almost convinced they truly where one in this moment. He approached as quietly as he could, not wanting to disturbed them and whatever thought were swimming in their head. Now closer, Ben could see the reflexion of the stars in their eyes and he swore they never shone brighter.

"-Careful starlight, don’t want you to fall." Ben whispered as he put his hands under their arms to pull them back a little, distancing them from the edge.

"-Hi Benny." Y/N responded, voice small.

As he sat next to them, Ben realized their eyes were shining brighter than usual because they were wet with tears. Worry immediately seized him.

"-Are you okay, baby?"

"-Yes, I just have something to tell you." they sounded so serious and he didn’t like it; it wasn’t like them to be so serious.

"-I too have something to tell you"» he tried to cheer them up with a smile but it came out small and worried.

"-I think it’s better if you go first." Y/N said, wiping their tears out of their eyes.

"-You sure" he was nervous and he knew Y/N could tell.

"-Yes." They took his hand in theirs and placed them on their lap.

Ben took a deep breath before exhaling slowly, trying to calm his nerves.

"-Y/N, we’ve known each other a long time now and-" as he raised his eyes to meet theirs, the words died on his tongue. Their bright eyes were fixated on him and his mind went blank, any sentence of the big speech he prepared disappeared of his head. "I love you." he finally sighed with heart-eyes, hoping his eyes could translate everything he felt for them, "so much." he added after a short pause.

It was quiet only for a few seconds but it felt like an eternity for both of them, until Y/N pulled their hands out of Ben’s and covered their face with them, muttering under their breath.

"-I should have went first." Y/N said more to themselves.

"-Why? You don’t love me the same?" Ben asked, now completely scared and a little hurt.

"-No! No, no..." Y/N panicked then saw how Ben leaned away from them, body closing on himself and panicked even more. "Wait, no. I-" they took a breath in. "I do love you Ben, believe me I do with my whole being and if love could be burned, I swear my love for you would be the only thing making the stars in the sky shine."

Ben blushed a little upon hearing these words and his heart skipped a beat again. He will have a heart attack because of them one day, he’s sure of it.

"-Then what’s wrong, baby?" he placed a hand on their cheek and smiled softly when they cupped his hand with theirs and leaned in it, closing their eyes.

"-I’m leaving." they managed to get out through a cracking voice. "I found the job I’ve always wanted but it’s in another city, far from here."

"-That’s awesome!" he tried to sound as excited as he could at the moment, their last words still echoing in his head. "Now you can do what you love, what you’ve always wanted to do."

"-I know but I don’t want to leave you here, any of you actually. I don’t want to go knowing that I’m leaving you behind to endure Reginald’s abuse; knowing that I won’t be able to comfort you after a mission. I know how much you hate using your power and how much it affects you, I don’t want to know I’m leaving you to suffer alone while I’m out there, doing something I love."

"-Ho, darling. Come here." Ben said as he pulled them in a hug. He pulled them on his lap, holding them as close as he could. "You always had a heart too big for your body."

"-I’m so sorry, Benny." Y/N cried, burying their head in Ben’s neck.

"-Hey, it’s okay, I’m not mad." he smiled. "When are you leaving?"

"-In a few months, I still need to find a place to live."

"-Okay, so that leaves us enough time to part ways properly." Ben smiled in their face.

"-I guess so." Y/N smiled too before leaning closer.

Ben’s eyes dipped to their lips, his tongue coming out to lick his own. When their lips finally made contact, there was no fireworks or butterflies in their stomach. All there were was a feeling of belonging, like they belong together, but it also felt right, as if it was meant to be, they were made for each other. This kiss was like coming home after years of absence.

"-It will be okay, Y/N, I promise." Ben said when they parted, a smile playing on his lips that he just licked.

"-I’ll find a way to get you out of here. And all of your siblings if I could but you come first."

Ben wanted to say that they didn’t have to do that but he wouldn’t just let go an opportunity of leaving this hell hole. He wanted to get out as fast as he could, even bring his siblings with him if he could but he knew he couldn’t.

"-Try to fit in Klaus, he needs it more than anyone else I think. And Vanya too."

"-You, Ben Hargreeves, are way too sweet for this world." Y/N had a teasing smile on but they meant every word of it. "I’ll get you out first and I’ll see for the others later." They said as they got up, pulling Ben up with them, the time they had together coming to an end. They never had enough time together in their opinion.

"-I’ll see you tomorrow?" Ben said but it sounded more like a question.

"-Of course, wouldn’t miss an opportunity to see my boyfriend." they winked, squeezing Ben’s hands as they had yet to release them.

Ben grinned and dropped his head, trying to hide his blush upon hearing what they called him.

"-I technically didn’t ask you that yet." He responded.

"-Well I’ll do it.» Y/N grinned. "Ben Hargreeves, will you do me the honour of being my boyfriend?"

"-I will." he said, leaning his forehead on theirs.

Y/N giggled before closing their eyes and basking in the moment with their boyfriend, enjoying the simple feeling of having him so close.

"-Goodnight, Benny, I love you." Y/N said before parting from the boy.

"-I love you too, darling, goodnight." he smiled, his fingers lingering in Y/N's hand as they retreated.

[gamerbot-22]

Demo Version

Prompt: Headphones

TW/CW: None, barely proofread and I appreciate spellchecks!

Word Count: 898

A/N: Last Ficlet before my break! I’m writing this while I watch the Oscars with my mom, which feels mega fitting. Anyways! Robin! My sister’s girlfriend’s favorite! I think she’s def won some awards in the game if it hasn’t been stated officially. Could you imagine her in like… Penacony Wicked… Transcendent, tbh. Also yeah, there's a pretty direct reference to the above mentioned sister's gf because I can do what I want! Woo!!!

Translation Notes: Normally this is for foreign language in dialogue, but I thought I would throw this in for people who don't know ballet/don't know it well (like I do.) Adagio means a slow piece, and pas de deux is a dance for two!

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It was intensely common for Robin to get fan mail. Physical, digital, occasionally hand-delivered at events, the starlet was practically swimming in it at all times. She tried her best to get back to all of it herself, and while she was still firmly of the opinion that every single letter get acknowledgement, most of the workload had to be handed off to her assistants.

Still, they saved the best for her to look at, and those letters and messages never failed to lift Robin four feet off the ground with pride and joy.

Especially when they motivated creation. From fanart to music to everything in between, it was a joy Robin wouldn't give up for the world to know that she had touched the heart of even one person in such a way.

On this Mail Day in particular, Robin had gotten quite a few creation letters, with most of them being beautiful pieces of physical or digital painting and sketching in a variety of styles. So when she saw that one message came with an .mp4 attached, Robin couldn't help but get a little more excited.

The letter was from a young lady probably not that much younger than her, from a planet far away. She talked about school and her friends and how she had first found Robin's music through her then-friend, now-girlfriend. It was all very sweet, but what especially caught her eye was the very last paragraph:

"so obviously this isn't me telling you that you have to bc you don't have to do anything, but you've been such an inspiration to me since i started listening to your music! so much so that i actually thought i'd try composing something? there's no lyrics and i'm still new so i have no clue if this is any good, but... even if you would listen to this, it would mean a lot.

thank you! i love you and your work!

- 🐝

attached file: with-wings-unclipped-demo.mp4"

Robin quickly plucked up her headphones from beside her computer's monitor and set them on her head, minding her halo and the wings behind her ears to avoid any discomfort. Earbuds would probably be less trouble, as her agent and brother were so fond of reminding her, but headsets had such better sound quality in her opinion.

So with her headphones on and the file opened, Robin settled in to listen. The progress bar at the bottom showed her that it was on the shorter end of a song--clocking in at only a minute and a half--but demos were meant to be short, and the fact that a self-admitted amateur composer had made that much was something to be proud of!

She hit play and settled against her desk, resting her chin in one hand as she watched the bar at the bottom of the viewer begin to slide seamlessly along.

The first few seconds were just room noise--the kind of white noise that no one notices until there's a microphone around--with the faint sound of breathing and fabric shifting against itself. Then, softly, almost imperceptibly, there came the sound of a piano. It was old, and maybe a little out of tune, but as the chords started to grow more confident, more loud, it was made so clear that the tuning did not matter.

The music swelled and swayed, a beautiful adagio of notes that turned between Robin's ears like a wind-up music box. The starlet shut her eyes and let herself be carried along with each measure, humming softly in Harmony...

...Only to find herself suddenly joined by the sound of a violin. No, a viola, actually. The strings wrapped so perfectly around the piano's notes, the perfect compliment in this newly revealed pas de deux, like the instruments were two pieces of a puzzle that were made custom for one another and nothing else.

Robin turned the music up and let herself get carried away, following each note as it caught in her wings and carried her off with it, right towards the stars. It felt so intimate, being brought along with such a perfect pair.

Then a third sound joined. A voice? For a fleeting moment, at least, she thought there was a voice. Well, the composer said they were still in school, it was probably just a roomma--

"...in?"

Huh. That one wasn't on beat like the first one. It wasn't ruining the demo by any means, but--

"Robin!"

Oh, that was for her--

Robin turned quickly in her chair, only to be met face-to-face with Sunday, her brother, with a rather skeptical, if amused look on his face.

"Oh! Sunday!" Robin quickly paused the track and pulled her headphones off. A rush of warm embarrassment flooded her cheeks. "Sorry, I didn't hear you come in."

"I noticed," he chuckled, the wings by his ears fluffing up a little smugly. "I came to tell you that dinner is ready. You've been reading and answering fan mail all day, you should get something to eat."

She nodded gently, still a bit off-guard from the surprise of Sunday's sudden appearance. "Of course, of course, I'll be right down."

Sunday's eyes looked to the monitor, then back to her. His smile widened just a bit, reaching his eyes a little more as he backed up. "Be quick, alright? Don't want it getting cold, now."

[writing-in-lesbian]

A Heiress in love. Pt. 6

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff / Female Reader Tags: angst, fluff, Translations: Hainofi = princess // Strik sis [Strisis] = little sister // Ai hod yu in = I love you // Ste yuj = Stay strong // Yu laik ai kru = You are my people // Oso laik wonkru = We are one clan // Ai hod you in seintaim = I love you too // Em pleni = enough // Ai laik Heda = I’m the commander // Jomp em op en you jump ai op // Attack her and you attack me. Chapter synopsis: As the enemies get closer, our new appointed commander embarks on a much personal journey.

A/N: This story keeps sending me into new research topics! I hope I’m doing them justice. Also since there aren’t a lot of trigedeslang transistors, everything in italics and underlined would be trigedeslang. Again, I’m partying ways from some canon events in the 100 in order for this to work. Work is not beta’d so all mistakes are mine.

Chapter 6 - The prince, the princess and death.

Tuesday 03:30 a.m.

That’s what you think the time it’s based on the stars illuminating the sky. You observe Wanda sleeping peacefully close to the table where you left her, having you decided to meditate a little.

Your soul is restless, for some reason, you can’t stop thinking about the impending war and the consequences it might have, you make a mental note to send Henry a message tomorrow night, the device for communications being at your chambers, just to ask him how’s everything on their side.

The night is silent.

It should feel peaceful but it’s thick with anticipations of something you quite don’t understand. A lot has happened in a few days, and the constant changing of things does nothing to calm your mind. You think of your family, especially your mother, How many battles and wars has she seen already in her life? She deserves a quiet life, For years she was just surviving, making amends with death but then your mom quite literally fell from the sky and well, they both deserve a quiet life already. Haven’t they suffered enough?

Your mind travels to the redhead close to you and how you went from wishing to know her to being betrothed. Funny how sometimes the universe chooses to give us what we wanted. You notice her slim figure and, think how much harder all of this is being for her, and, not for the first time, you wish you could do more, be more, for those you love and care about.

Wondering as well about your other guests, they will probably leave tomorrow sometime during the day, hoping Pietro or Natasha could stay a little bit more, for Wanda’s sake. Taking your eyes off Wanda you look at the sky and the moon, shining bright above you, making her best effort to bring solace to your query mind.

Raven told you once that your mind thought 800 thoughts per millisecond, never shutting up and it would be a good thing for Lexa to start training you on how to effectively lessen them. You should have paid more attention to your lessons, maybe if your mother had been the one to show you instead of Octavia, you would have studied more, ‘cause you definitely want that state of mind right now.

In a few hours, your party will leave for Tondc, despite the political air it has, that’s where you’ll go to get your tattoo done, right at Becca’s bunker. You’re still amazed at how a lot of things changed when it comes to the Commander rituals, thanks to your mother and her rules.

Closing your eyes again, you try to concentrate, inhaling and exhaling slowly, one, two, three times, but before you can reach the fourth inhalation you hear Wanda whining. Your instinct and need to protect her takes over you and you go to her side immediately. Later when you are questioned, you will recall seeing the red wisps coming from her hands but claim you didn’t notice until it was too late.

You touch her shoulder trying to wake her up and receive a blast of red magic, that, upon impact does feel a little weird, but is enough to send you flying and crashing against one of the bigger rocks on the wall. You have to thank Raven for teaching you to cover your head when being sent flying and crashing from explosions. That summer you spent with her and she used you as a dummy test (to the displeasure of your mothers), is proving to be effective now.

Still, the hard impact is enough to leave you unconscious. … … … … … … … … …

You awake (or regain consciousness) to the sound of screaming. Trying as quick as you can, you force your body to get up, opening your eyes but the air is strong, making it harder for you to see, so you instantly close them again.

Putting your hand covering your eyes you walk towards what you think is the table, squinting your way out.

“Wanda?” You scream but your voice can’t be heard.

The noises are too loud.

You somehow see the smoke rising from the way the Tower is. Feeling your stomach drop, you turn and try to look for Wanda but all you see is fire where the table used to be, you still make your way back to it.

“Wanda, where are you?” But the clouds are covering the moon and there’s a lot of fog, making it impossible to see beyond a certain range, you’re not sure if it’s from the smoke or the chill air, but is starting to get into your lungs. Covering your mouth you reach the table.

Nothing.

BOOM

The loud explosions close to you are enough to destroy the rock walls and send you to the floor looking for cover. Eyes closed, not making a move, you hide behind the hidden part of the table, covering your mouth, trying not to make a sound with your coughs. Inhaling, and exhaling, you calm your state but are still stiff as a rock, you’re not sure where the explosions are coming from or if someone is near.

“Wanda, where are you?” You try again, thinking as hard as you can this time, remembering how it seemed to work a few hours ago, hoping it gets to her again.

Silence.

Eery silence.

Not even the wind makes a noise.

Opening one eye you can’t see any fire or smoke. In fact, everything seems exactly as it was before the explosions, the moon and the stars shining bright above you.

Carefully, you start getting up from your crouching position, sword at the ready. What the hell is going on? Your (e/c) eyes scan the area, looking for a sign of Wanda, at this point, for someone, anybody to appear.

“Welcome… Strisis” you remember well that voice.

It lulled you to sleep many times, but it’s impossible for you to hear it again right now. Turning carefully, one foot at a time, forcing your body to move, refusing to opening your eyes. Counting one to three in your head, you slowly bring light to your vision.

Truth is, it’s not impossible as it seems.

He’s standing there in all his glory, just like you used to remember him. Clad in all black, his blue eyes contrasting his sandy blonde hair, but his hair is well stylish and not as sweaty as normal, due to all the training he’d done. He’s sporting a small smile, the same one he reserved just for you.

“Aden” a whisper you’re not sure it came from your lips.

Tentatively you take a step, he’s the same height you remember him, except this time, you are taller than him. Although you’re not as tall as your mother, you somehow reached Clarke’s height, still, Aden, as you see him now, is shorter than you.

“I have been waiting for you” yet he doesn’t move nor make any intent to come closer. You look at your surroundings, but nothing seems different than when you entered this place.

“How… what… is it really you?” You refuse to believe what’s in front of you. The reality of having him here could mean just one thing.

“I am” he still doesn’t move.

“I don’t understand… am I?”

“Your betrothed holds a lot of power”

You frown at the mention of Wanda. Where is she anyway?

“No need to worry Sistris, despite unconsciously trying, she cannot enter where we are”

“What?” The fog in your brain is going away slowly. You recall the night, meditating, Wanda whining…

And the red sparks.

“We’re in my mind?”

“Not quite Y/N, we are in something similar to the City of Lights. I’m guessing this was a result of her”

“Wanda?”

“Is that her name? I always wondered. Mother used to call her the Lady with magic hands, not the best phrase is you ask, no wonder mom almost choked on her water”

His laugh is remarkable and something you wished to hear more often when he was alive. Wait, your mothers knew Wanda had magic? Is that why they accepted Stark’s offer? But, if they know she has magic, and certainly all her clan know, why would ask for your union? You don’t hold anything compared to Wanda’s abilities, so what can you bring to the table?

“A lot more of what you think sistris"

Continuing to ignore him, for your own sake, a lot of things haven’t made a lot of sense so trying to search for it, under the circumstances will just bring you a massive headache.

“You said we’re in the City of Lights but is not my mind”

“I said, we are in something similar. This is still part of your mind. Lady Maximoff can’t enter this space, more than anyone, you should know and it’s not because of the chaos”

Despite your best efforts, you feel a headache coming. Is that possible? Feeling a headache while inside your head?

“Sunrise is coming sistris”

“Wait, Aden… don’t go” The fear of losing him again makes you act on instinct, recalling the sensation you felt all those years ago, closing the distance an embracing him.

He smells like pine and wood, combined with some citric notes, a little bit different from what you remember. Back in the day, you always mumbled he smelled like rain, Madi taunted him saying you meant it was wet dirt, but to you, it was something fresh.

“I’m here”

Despite the height difference now, you feel his strong arms circling you and comforting you in a way only older brothers can.

You don’t want to let him go and refuse to close your eyes in case he disappears. What if he’s a fragment of your imagination?

“I’m real”

He takes your face and cradles it with his hands, wiping your tears with his thumbs.

“Let us walk” he grabs your hand while you both walk, using his hand as an anchor to calm your rapidly beating heart.

Upon close inspection, you see now the lake where he used to take you and Madi.

“War is coming sistris, and nothing can prevent it, not even chaos itself”

This information is not a surprise to you. Maybe you knew it all along, feared it but hoped for a peaceful resolution. That feeling of emptiness you had and the restlessness you felt prior was a way of rejecting the truth.

“Mother has taught you well. You’re better than I was. No wonder the spirit of the prior commanders is calling and choosing you”

“Aden” the rest of your sentence dies there, hanging in the air because you well know that, if he would still be alive, the commander would have chosen him and you would have been a simple heiress, waiting for her turn to the throne.

Your only reward was avenging his death when you were of age. To be fair, it was a clean duel, Ontari should have known it was coming.

“I never had the flame but I feel them now. And they are all anxious for what’s to come. You have a powerful ally Y/N and your future wife can be the decisive key to win or lose, it will depend on you”

You let go of his hand and stay rooted in place. Wanda have a part in this?

“We are no wiser nor gods to decide someone's destiny”

“And yet here you are telling me I’m the one who will scale the balance”

“I’m just a messenger”

“You’re one of the judges aren’t you?”

“I’m not sistris. I’m here on your request”

What request? What the hell is happening? One sec you’re trying to meditate and the next you’re in some kind of extremely weird dream, talking to your deceased brother like it was a casual walk at your favorite lake.

And now Wanda has come into the equation.

At her mention or more of your thoughts on her, you see red fog covering some bushes at the other side of the lake.

Aden follows your sight.

“Chaos awaits. It destroys and creates, it can never be tamed or understood but it can be beautiful if loved”

“Why do you keep referring to the chaos?”

“Sistris…” his face is filled with genuine curiosity, frowning his eyebrows exactly like your mother. And not for the first time you’re considering, that in fact, you’re the adopted one of the family.

“What Aden?” Yet you don’t look at him.

“Your betrothed has chaos magic”

He’s expecting a reaction from you but it honestly doesn’t affect you the type of magic Wanda has, why everybody is making a huge deal out of this is beyond your mind. The red fog in the meantime seems to get bigger and bigger.

“Y/N” a whisper comes from the bushes.

Your eyes are still glued to the color red, and for a flicker of a second, a silhouette starts forming only to vanish right after. Curios.

“Sunrise is coming and we cannot be late” That makes you turn to him.

You’re back at the ceremonial place but it seems darker, the stars are far gone and the moon seems to hide behind clouds

“Y/N” the voice seems familiar, you hear it so close to you but yet so far.

Aden walks closer to you when he sees the same red fog getting closer and circling the ceremonial place.

“Curios” Aden’s voice seems now like a whisper.

He places his hand on your shoulders, the act making you face him. His face is serious, a carbon copy of your mother.

“There are things I’m not allowed to tell. The knowledge we possess is not carved on stone and there are things that escape my mind as soon as I want to say them”

“Will I see you again?”

“You will know the answer to that”

Feeling a pull, you notice the red fog is close just to you, it plays around your hand. Aden sees it as well.

“Curios indeed” and you feel his strong arms once again around you and you take the opportunity to absorb his scent, to feel secure in his strength.

“I feel the pain in your heart. Mother loves you, don’t doubt it”

Sometimes we just need encouragement to fuel the fire inside of us. Until this point, you never thought simple words could do that.

“Ste yuj sistris” he says almost in a whisper, kissing your forehead. “Yu laik ai kru, Oso laik wonkru. Trust us, trust the commander in you, and tell your betrothed I said that to her as well”

Opening your eyes you see him still in front of you but the red fog is pulling you towards it. You see Aden moving his lips but can’t hear what he says.

“Aden?”

Trying to walk to him your way is stopped by the fog.

“ADEN” you yell and feel the tears falling from your eyes, just like that night many years ago. “ADEN”

“Curios indeed. Ai hod yu in heinofi” his silhouette seems like it’s vanishing from your line of vision, combined with a tinted red from the fog around your body, feeling warm and not unwelcome at all.

And as soon as the words leave his mouth, you’re completely covered in the red fog… and all goes dark. … … … … … … … … …

You can hear noises but they are too loud for you to comprehend what’s happening. Your mind feels foggy and you feel tired, the pain in your head has become a migraine. You can feel the pressure on one side.

Feeling hands on your shoulders, slowly but surely the noises around you have started to get clear and you can identify voices, Madi, Octavia and Natasha are yelling and you feel pretty sure if you were to open your eyes, you can bet they’re doing some type of training.

“Y/N, please wake up”

“I told you to stay away from her!”

“Don’t you dare touch her if you want to keep your hand”

“Aden… don’t go” it scales as a whisper from your lips.

For a moment, you stop hearing Madi and Octavia and all you can feel are the hands on your shoulders, they feel warm and strong. You want to open your eyes but they feel heavy.

Hearing some rustling around you and the warmth from the hands is replaced by another pair, cold and callused, they feel foreign.

“Y/N… what did you say” Madi’s voice seems close now.

Getting up seems difficult. Groaning, you open your eyes, making your body sit up first. There’s a warm sensation on your forehead so you might as well open your eyes. Bringing your hand to the sour of pain you feel the thick and slick liquid. Blood indeed.

“Y/N you’re okay?” Her voice is worried and you detect a flinch of fear in it.

You look at her and see that Octavia has her sword out and is pointing it toward Wanda, Natasha in front of her, protecting her and you feel jealous. Why in the name of Gaia happen?

Madi is the one next to you, kneeling to see if you’re okay. Taking away her hand from touching your forehead, you seek impulse with your hands on the floor and stand up. Madi assisting you quickly. You look at her and nod, indicating you’re well enough to stand on your own, but she refuses to let you go.

“I’m okay”

Yet your words don’t seem to calm any of the situation in place and when you try to go and comfort her, Madi stops you. Seeing this, Wanda tries to go to you instead but is stopped by Natasha, who sees Octavia take one step towards her.

“Care to explain to me what’s happening? None of you should be here” trying your best calming voice.

“I could ask the same Heinofi” It’s been a while since you heard Octavia this exhaled and furious.

Nothing of this makes sense. With all the pain in your head, you find another solution and think as hard as you can, to instruct Wanda, if she can hear you and is ok, to tilt her head. Suddenly you feel a pair of eyes on you, effectively meeting her eye, Wanda’s frown is in place but she tilts her head, slightly but the move is there.

“Madi?” As stern as you can you utter the words.

She hesitates for a moment, probably because she never heard you using that tone or because you know your mother will arrive soon, if not sooner with all this apparent commotion.

“I was setting with Octavia the last supplies you’ll need to use at TonDC, when we heard a loud noise coming from here. When we arrived you were crashed in the rocks bleeding from your head and Wanda was standing a few meters away, her hands clasped around her magic”

“Y/N I wasn’t” but Wanda’s interrupted by Natasha’s hand on her hand. Now you’re the one feeling like seeing red.

“Octavia got the sword out and that’s when Natasha arrived”

“Glad I came when I did, two against one didn’t seem fair”

Now that makes sense. If you were blasted by Wanda’s magic that could explain why you kept seeing red fog but, didn’t Aden say Wanda couldn’t enter your mind? Then how you could see the red, characteristic of Wanda’s magic? Was she trying to enter your mind to see if you were okay, or she was unconsciously doing it?

“Octavia, please take away your sword from my betrothed”

“Can’t do Henofi”

“Octavia. I’m not asking”

That makes Octavia turn to look at you if barely, her eyes never leaving the pair of your guests. Madi’s hold on your body is doing nothing to keep you calm.

“Y/N I don’t think you understand”

“Octavia, em pleni!” And is the stern in your voice what makes Octavia fully look at you and Madi to loosen her grip on you.

“You vowed to protect and obey me”

“I vowed to protect the commander” Out of the corner of your eye you see Wanda taking a few steps out of Natasha’s reach, her eyes although guarded have a flicker of fear in them.

“Ai laik Heda, you like it or not,” you say between teeth. Masking your pain and foggy mind.

Funny things happen when the most calm and peaceful people raise their voices and utter strength into them. Madi lets you go but Octavia has difficulty relinquishing her guard and stance. You see the anger behind her eyes and finally, she puts her sword back in her scabbard.

“Yu laik ai kru” You speak these words towards Wanda specifically but mean to extend them towards Natasha and her clan as well.

Madi and Octavia look at you.

“Oso laik wonkru” you speak to them.

Hearing you speak trigedeslang is so foreign, since you barely use it, They’re more used to hearing from other people but not you, it makes them realize what the words you spoke convey.

“You are my people. We are one clan” you say for the sake of Wanda and Natasha and to make your stance very clear.

“War is imminent”

“Sistris”

“No Madi, it is. Aden told me”

“Aden?” Madi looks at you.

You can’t even if you tried, explain everything that happened inside your head (or outside) you’re still not sure where that place was or if you’ll go again.

“What happened was an accident. I startled Wanda. We cannot be divided. Ai laik Heda ”

The air feels heavy, and the implications of what you said, especially to Octavia, linger in the air. They never have seen you like this, Madi has a newfound respect for you if her kneeling in front of you indicates it. Octavia scans you, her scowl present but kneels.

“Jomp em op en you jump ai op”

“You are right daughter” You turn to see your mothers enter. Lexa was clad in her red stash and riding attire. Clarke is wearing a green cloak, you didn’t think she will travel with you.

“Octavia, Madi, rise"

“War is imminent. Aden has spoken to us”

What?

“Come Y/N, your ascension ceremony should take place today at noon”

Clarke looks at you and her eyes carry so much weight and sorrow.

“Mom?”

She just opens her hands, the flame is nested between the metal box you dreaded to see. What you don’t take into consideration is that there are two little boxes, meaning Wanda will get chipped too.

“Y/N, a flame-keeper has not been in our clans for so many years. Times are changing and for us, it changes as well in our traditions”

“Interesting use of words, Lexa. Remind me to learn to be as political and coherent as you” Stark's voice comes out of nowhere and suddenly you see a red suit floating. It’s close to the floor but you might have imagined it, you certainly will be confused after the blast.

“Natasha, be a dear and take the second box. You have been appointed to be the flame keeper, isn’t that exciting?”

So that’s a no on Wanda chipped but wait. Natasha?'

“With due respect Heda, I will use my right to duel and challenge Duchness Romanoff for the place of the flame keeper”

You all turn to see Octavia slicing her hand in a way that allows the hand to bleed minimally. Before anyone can say anything Natasha’s raspy voice accepts it.

“Lexa?” You hear your mom speak.

And then all goes silent, the calmness you felt before is there and you don’t have to look to see that Wanda has taken your hand and has interlaced your fingers… nor do you see the red magic coming from her hands and taking you once again into darkness.

-/-/-/-/-/

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[eepydyna]

Paralyzed

CW: mentions of agoraphobia, slight cursing

Others: ooc furina, gn!reader, not related to genshin's official lore, short af

Enjoy :)

It felt sickening, really. Hundreds of eyes on your figure upon the stage. Including hers.

You didn't want to perform or be here... but alas, fate was not your friend. Your dearest Lady Furina has specifically requested for you to perform after hearing you sing by the port.

It was a shock. Why did she want you to perform? Can't she sing on her own -- isn't she regarded as one of the most talented performers in Fontaine?

Oh right you're not in Fontaine. You're in Liyue.

Little backstory: Neuvilette had told you to allow Furina experience what it's like to immerse herself in different nations a few months after stepping down from being a "deity". And since you were... specifically created to "protect and guide Furina in the shadows" by Focalors (think the shogun and scaramouche but from a hydro eidolon and like everyone else in fontaine youre human now)... you agreed. Due to the desert being annoyingly hot you went through Lumidouce Harbour and stopped by Liyue first.

Furina instantly made friends with someone called Yun Jin, an opera performer in Liyue. And then you singing, paperwork, and now you're here. And very screwed.

The audience waits for you to sing, some rubbing their tongues on their cheeks as a sign of impatience. Furina notices your breath quickening in the stage and gets up, trying to rush to your side.

The crowd sits in total silence with you trying to open your mouth and sing a note but to no avail. You were too paralyzed. And then, you hear a song.

Ah, if I could live within the water

Sounds familiar.

Would the world be more beautiful?

The spotlight drifts over to the voice singing. The people from Liyue seem to not understand the lyrics but are entranced nonetheless, watching closely.

Furina sings and walks towards you, extending her hand. She smiles at you slightly, encouraging you to sing. You nod and breathe slowly, joining her in the chorus.

No, the great love is not sufficient

Solely a goodbye would resolve this

The crowd's eyes twinkle in the night, reflecting the stars above the stage. They watch your performance in awe, amazed at how your voice synchronize with each other. Furina stops singing by the end, allowing your voice to take over.

To see the world and its beauty

And it will never change, never.

A few moments of silence and claps surround you both. The crowd cheers and whistles at a splendid performance you've both done.

Furina smiles at you, proud that you've come out of your shell. At least, temporarily. She hold your hand and bows with you, giggling at your attempt to not bow down so stiffly.

She kisses your cheek afterward and leaves the stage to talk to Yun Jin.

Well shit. She's got you hooked.

I'm sorry for disappearing ahdvwh 😭😭

also the song is the translated song thing in her story quest

i got the translstion from the comments AHAHSHQGW

here's the video:

yeah okay bye

[curio-queries]

Run BTS: 049 | Eve of Episode 50 Festival part 1

Original Air Date: 17 APR 2018 Episode Length: 23:43 Total Parts: 2 YouTube English Subtitles: Yes Title Song: Blood Sweat & Tears

Synopsis: A summary episode - reliving moments from the past 50 episodes

Production: so...it's exceedingly obvious that they intended this to only be one episode but they spilled it over into the next one. Most of the time that will work but when you're making a big deal about it being the 50th, it doesn't really work. Overall, not the worst execution of a 'clips' ep but i think we'd all agree that we'd rather have original content than watch compiled clips. if I want to watch those moments, I'll go watch the actual eps. It's not that I hate the idea of a bottle show via past content but this one just wasn't executed well. It's really nice to see the ceramics complete from a few episodes before.

Here's a weird editing note: pointing out the prod team didn't know the members were hungry and surprised they were eating. I get that sometimes the food is for show (especially on their livestreams) but why did they feel the need to state it in the subs? It just makes the guys and the prod team look ill-prepared.

Another thing, i know most probably won't notice but when they do cut to clips, it's like they've ripped them straight from the internet instead of the original files. The audio is SO disjointed. To do this properly, they should have grabbed the clips without the music and added new music in the compilation. Also the part where they watch their own clips is too long. Don't get me wrong, i actually enjoy watching BTS react to their own content but that's in the context of a reaction livestream or a Bomb, not as an episode of a variety show. A little hint of it would have been sufficient but it does nothing for the pacing of this episode. Final also, is it just me or is there something off about the translation? The quality just seems more lacking than we're used to.

Endearment: Uh, if my above notes didn't give it away, i think this episode does absolutely nothing for the guys. it's vaguely interesting to me to see what moments they remember from past episodes before the clips are played but I wouldn't call it endearing at all. They're put in this hard spot where they know that the audience is infinitely more knowledgeable about their content than they are but they still have to put on this show. oh, it was nice to hear them talk about what they'd like to do for the future, knowing which actually become episodes

Winner/Loser: none

Best Cheater: none

Member Moments:

RM: RM still remembered the names of the dogs. my heart!

JN: Jin confusing the Santa Run ep with when they filmed Bon Voyage at Santa Village.

YG: Yoongi being iconic for playing along with the question asking how Yoonji is doing now.

JH: Savage Hobi! Jimin complimenting everyone's acting and saying he should act, Hobi hits him with the 'not you'

JM: Way to go Jimin with the guessing...it's almost sus...

V: Tae's adorable squashed pottery as a callback to the squirrel garden.

JK: Im glad JK was enjoying the snacks.

Bonus Content: So much more engaging than the actual episode! absolutely worth the watch. (plus you can see Tae drink through a million straws at the same time...slight exaggeration..)

CQ Rank: 1.5

(CQ Eval Date: 05 FEB 2024)

Check out this post for my Masterlist of all episodes and descriptions of how I'm evaluating these.

Previous Episode: 048

Next Episode: 050

[doubleddenden]

I think I want to do some speculation about the next couple of pokemon games, but it is largely based on internal findings from the Teraleak and breadcrumbs from leakers. So with that being said, I'll drop it under a cut.

To be precise, this concerns ZA and Gen 10. I have no insider info, I'm just bored.

First, ZA.

The main thing I'm gonna speculate here are some small bits compared to Gen 10, but it's still something to consider after information revealed about Legends Arceus- that information pertaining to the whole reason LA was made.

They made it to be a future testing ground to shape the future of the franchise, basically using it to try things they wanna do in the future. Sounds basic enough and reasonable enough on its own considering what it's laid the foundation for.

However, this being said and keeping this info in mind, there's something they wanted to put in LA that even they couldn't do despite the extreme progress made:

Voice acting, at least beyond basic Grunts.

New data shows they actually had a bit more they wanted to implement but cut out- nothing like fully voice acted scenes as far as I'm aware, but there are recorded phrases such as "Hai," "Arigato," "Hello," very basic things like that.

So imo, I think they're gonna try to implement voice acting for real. Maybe nothing beyond a few specific scenes and some generic phrases, one liners, and Grunts, but a step up from LA since we have a firm understanding the Legends series is a sort of testing ground for new ideas.

I think we all know how awkward some of the clips from the Switch Era (and imo even 3ds era) are without voice acting- after reading over leaks, I'm sure even some devs at GF think that, too. If ZA is going to test using one huge city as a setting, they may as well test out voice acting, too.

The hacker has stated that the game is mostly done, all that's missing is side quest stuff and more accurate translation- this is from a beta of the game that he most likely acquired in August 2024. With that said, maybe a reason we haven't gotten a trailer yet is because they want to get voice acting for the scenes in it, and polish up translations.

As for anything else, the leaks will definitely affect something in production- dunno what yet. Script may be rewritten, a Pokemon shelved, that kind of deal.

On that train of thought, there's a strong chance that info could come out BEFORE Pokemon day in response to the leaked info- if for nothing else than as a force of hand, or to reveal something before the hacker changes his mind and reveals something else for them. But I'd say to get comfortable with the idea we won't see anything for a few months, and if we do, it'll most likely be something very small, like starter or character pngs.

I'm also starting to have doubts about Snivy and Piplup being starters, mainly because it's obvious and Serperior is on the gates of that one palace.

That's all for ZA.

Onto gen 10:

We've gotten only a small tidbit related to this from the hacker himself- that being that gen 10 will be based on some sort of archipelago of islands, and that Gaia is the code name for this, much like Ikkaku is ZA, Titan is SV, Beluga is LGPE, etc. It should be noted that code names usually have little to do with the final result, save Titan- as in Titan pokemon.

There's also some info from leaked documents of correspondence between GF and the anime team- that being some concern of how there was island hopping in Horizons and that for a bit, it was heading towards a "Gaia like direction," and how they wanted to steer the anime away from this if possible.

The above seems to correlate, so we'll say there's a high likelihood it will indeed be an island hopping Advent through an archipelago.

Before anyone goes "nooo too much water-" I need you to understand the last time we really had any sort of major ocean route in a Pokemon game was LGPE, and before that it was ORAS. Notice the key difference here is that ORAS was still using random encounters- everything on the Switch has been using OVERWORLD encounters that you can easily avoid. Even then, we can directly compare the idea to how Alola handled it- you know, the other island hopping region that is surprisingly mostly land locked in terms of where we can go, and traversal between islands is mostly locked to story progression by boat, flight, or a surfing minigame.

It can be handled a variety ways imo, and personally I really adore the idea of islands again, so I say go for it.

This information can also help us narrow it down significantly- it kinda sucks that it seems like Australia is off the menu, but maybe in the future? Still, that's a huge chunk of the world off the table. There is also a chance this is a lie, do it's not totally dismissed just yet.

Mainly if we continue the island trail, it leaves SEA, the Caribbean, Arctic Archipelago, or the Mediterranean as most likely candidates. Out of these, SEA or Mediterranean seems most likely, mainly because they're probably more popular in terms of Japanese tourist destinations and lore to work with, although I think a Caribbean region needs to be made at some point too.

So between SEA and Mediterranean, it's probably going to be somewhere Mediterranean, and specifically- Greece.

Lots of islands, tons of history, and even though it would be the third European region in a row and 4th in total, Greece could be the least milquetoast out of them due to the diverse cultures of the Mediterranean. The lore and mythos to draw from is plentiful, so much so that they've already drawn upon it with Sinnoh's Spear Pillar, Hisui's ruins, and Hoenn's Sootopolis. The lore especially is world famous and can be used to inspire a lot of pokemon- I for one would love a hippogriff Pokemon. Now that being said, regional influences barely affect the dexes, but there's plenty of Pokemon that usually are influenced.

As for the topography itself- I can see it being a One Piece situation with extremes taken to each island- maybe one is engulfed in a snow storm, maybe one is volcanic, one has weird ass plants- you get the idea. Pokemon tries to diversify the topography of each region anyway to include a little of everything of the basics, so it could feasibly work in that regard.

More importantly, what could the overall theming be? Well, that's the tricky part. It could be super heroes for all we know due to the sentai figure in Penny's room, but I certainly hope not because that barely tracks at all.

If we assume gen 10 will release in 2026 during the 30th anniversary, I think it's reasonable to assume we might be getting another nostalgia region like Alola. That many areas could easily represent a little bit of each region in the Pokemon world, and could even serve as something akin to Sonic Generations in terms of a "best of" for each past gen or game. Maybe not a direct thing like an Ecruteak City copy, but that's not exactly off the table either. However, something like this COULD solve the regional variant issues that will arise once we get to Switch 2, particularly with an island having certain "auras" of certain regions to allow for certain evolutions to occur. Maybe even embassies to get unique pokemon.

But that might not happen and it could be it's own thing- I certainly hope so. As much as I adore Alola, it rode Kanto's dick too much.

Of course if we talk about Greece, there's PLENTY of sailing stories to be drawn from from the island hopping perspective.

Now, I'll be honest- I think I'd prefer SEA. Maybe Indonesia especially, because A. It's not another European country, B. It is mostly in the Southern Hemisphere, which we have yet to have a region in. In fact, Indonesia is the most populated southern Hemisphere country. C. I don't know much about it's mythos or lore, but I've researched just a tad out of curiosity- it would probably be the most curious place to visit simply because it isn't as well known as Greece.

But, admittedly, Greece does have a higher chance.

Now, I don't particularly enjoy Khu as a leaker, riddler, or person in general. His riddles suck ass and barely make sense even after the fact, he likes to stir the pot by causing trouble, and he has been known to lie for fun. I've stopped putting as much stock in his riddles for these reasons, also because some if his info can be reasonably inferred without him.

That being said- he has had info in the past and seems to be hinting at information that correlates to a Mediterranean island region. To one user, he said "near you," in which Pasio was their listed location- Pasio is loosely inspired by Italy (further confirmed by a leaked concept map of the region that looks a lot like Italy on its side... sigh, there goes Pokemon Venice I guess). He also tweeted out 🙏, which now has some sense- praying, as in worship. What do you worship? Gods. What's a place known for gods? Greece. What's also near Italy? Greece. He also said "too much water" in regards to the region.

Again, I don't like him. However, if we simply use his info as a guide, it adds some believability to the info above.

But again, all of this could be a big ass lie like his lie with the BW remakes as a "prank" and it all DOES turn out to be Australia.

But we won't know for sure any time soon.

But if I were to pick starters on Greek mythos, the smart man would easily use Greek Myth of gods and monsters as inspiration. Pegasus, minotaur, hydra, Gordon, there's a lot to pick from. You could even try animals that specific gods turned into, such as a bear, spider, bull, what have you.

Anyway, that's all

[acesknights]

Late night smoke

- Oc x Canon [Warlock x Phillip Graves]

Word count: 1249 words [1.2k]

Summary: Warlock goes out for a late night smoke, eventually Graves finds him and they enjoy eachothers company for a while

Notes: kinda ill right now so I've barely slept but at least I've written some good food for once <3

♠️ Fic bellow cut + translation at end ♠️

It wasn't unusual for warlock to be out this late at night while on leave, his hair loosely tied up - a few stray strands laying free on his face. He would've let down his hair down by now with how late it was into the night but there just was a certain soft breeze in the air that had just felt too nice when it softly passed by his face, to which he decided to keep the bun in. This same breeze was blowing the smoke from his lit cigarette that lay in between his pointer and middle finger.

He wasn't much of a smoker, didn't consider himself one anyways but then again he didn't consider himself many things which in turn - from an outsiders point of view, made him look like a hypocrite to an extent.

Perhaps he did smoke from time to time, let his mind wander as he watched the smoke drift off and mix into the outside air. Each swirling pattern being different from the last.

He hadn't smoked in a while if anything, his ex-wife always nagging at him to quit whenever she caught him. She'd always tell him that either the smoking would kill him early or his work would. To keep her happy he did quit, emphasis on the /did/.

She'll never know now how that ends now, probably for the better anyways.

The silence during the night had been something Warlock had needed, something that he found Suprisingly odd to come to terms to. Then again, being in the military isn't a quiet job now is it.

Either way, that silence was broken when the door to the porch, that he stood barefoot on, was opened - he didn't bother turning around and instead brought the cigarette down from his lips, his hands over the railing.

"there you are ady,"

There was that southern tone he grew to love, the nickname - he's working on loving that too. Warlock heard graves walk over to the railing and had felt graves bring his arm around the others waist, running his thumb gently over his hip.

He cleared his throat before he spoke, a soft smile on his lips as he felt graves' small affections towards him. He always did cherish these much smaller things from him. "Did i wake you? Sorry, tried to be quiet about it"

This brought a small chuckle from Graves before he turned his head to look at warlock. Taking the cigarette off from him and taking a drag from it, earning a small playful scoff from the other.

"hm, to an extent hun. Felt ya leave the bed so i got curious"

A small nod followed with a hum came from warlock before he took his cigarette back from Graves. Playfully rolling his eyes at the other, "that curiosity also led you to steal my cigarette too?"

His right brow raised at this question towards the other, always finding it fun to mess with him. Graves had supressed a laugh at this before he retracted his arm from warlocks waist, linking his own hands together.

"perhaps, dont plan on staying out here too long so it would just be a waste if i lit one m'self" a small shrug had followed after this from the southern man before he had turned around to lean against the said metal railing, preferring to have the small gusts of wind off from hitting him straight face on.

"besides, ya love me too much to be mad at me for stealin' it" a quick yet still noticeable wink came from graves as he patted warlock's shoulder, silently signalling to the other that he was to leave.

"hmn- za bardzo," Warlock had muttered before he took a final drag of the cigarette, the ember glowing bright in the darkness of the late evening before putting it out on the railing. Graves watched him quietly as he did so, the moonlight casting a soft glow on his features. "Wait," Warlock murmurs towards him, his voice barely above a whisper but filled with an urgency that Graves just couldn't ignore right now. Both of their eyes had met, a silent exchange between them two. Graves had stopped in his tracks, cocking his head to the side slightly to show his interest.

Warlock on the other hand had inched his way over to the southern man and grabed a handful of the other's t-shirt, bringing him into a quick yet loving kiss onto his lips. Both of them bringing themselves closer towards the other to try feel each others warmth more while outside - the taste of the cigarette hung on warlock's lips as graves had kissed the Pole back, bringing his hands to cup his partners cheeks. He felt the rough texture of the facial scarring beneath his fingertips, his touch being a mix of being tender yet still careful incase they still hurt.

Warlock had leaned into Graves' touch, the warmth of his calloused hands being a soothing contrast to the lingering discomfort of the scars he had gotten not so long ago. Graves pulled back slightly from the kiss, his eyes searching Warlock's for any sign of hesitation or discomfort. But instead, he found nothing but warmth and longing reflected back at him.

"adrian.."

Graves muttered out, his voice quiet and soft-spoken compared to his more louder tone.

"come back inside, jest za zimno tutaj"

Warlock had quickly responded back, taking graves' hand into his and began leading them away from the porch and back inside the small building that warlock called 'his temporary home'. The small romantic moment didn't last long as he found himself back into their shared bed once more almost immediately, a small series of soft kisses being planted on his jaw down to his collar bone. Making warlock let out a small breath at this unexpected affection from the other.

"You're so needy you know that Phil, tak?"

This caused graves to pause in his tracks and look up at the brunette, a slightly unamused look in his eyes before placing a final kiss onto warlocks shoulder.

Graves had moved to be sat up now besides warlock, grabbing the bed's duvet that was thrown to the other side of the bed. "Wow, me - needy? 'm just making up for lost time Ady. Besides, you seemed to enjoy it."

"Flattery will get you nowhere but the couch Phillip. Although, not the worst thing in the world to get." a yawn had left warlock as he took the hair tie out from his hair, letting his hair fall down to just above his shoulders once more, running his hand through it to comb it out from his face. Warlock's more playful remark lingered in the air - eliciting a soft chuckle from Graves while he watched Warlock's movements with a soft smile, his own fatigue mirrored in the heavy droop of his eyelids. He soon reached out to Warlock, pulling him closer until they were nestled against each other - their bodies practically melting into eachothers' embrace, his exhaustion momentarily forgotten as he savored the warmth and comfort of being in Graves' arms again.

Graves was about to try get the last say in it all but had warlock beat him to it with a small muttered "Idź spać Fillip, za dużo gadasz" Which put a confused look onto graves' face for a moment before he had decided to let the comment slide for the night.

Translations:

Za bardzo - too much

Jest za zimno tutaj - it's too cold here

Tak - yes

Idż spać Fillip, za dużo gadasz - go to sleep Phillip, you talk too much

[blindtaleteller]

Interesting meta, though there are a few facts about Clint and Loki's "indirect" contact prior in canon, not touched here; that add a whole other flavor that while definitely there: you're passing over in the translation of those scenes. Imma go at them by order of time, rather than relevance.

Loki was present directly after Thor's confrontation with SHIELD in T1, as was Barton: in fact, we don't know exactly how long Loki had even been there to appear as he did in that scene, but!

That's the whole scene, by the way: and watching it, we do know that: A. he didn't use the Bifrost within the camp itself, or range of it's notice at the very least to do so, and that even if he had somehow managed to hide that; B. Loki completely unseen by any of them walked straight through all of that to have that conversation with Thor: and wandered back enough of the temporary containment facility SHIELD built around Mjolnir at the time, to test picking up Mjolnir, and.. C. left in the same fashion, with no notable urgency.

The likelihood he noted Barton at least once here is not just very high given Barton's rank and importance on site making him the next highest ranking below Coulson: it's a near-impossible-to-miss set of odds.. especially with his ranking access to Thor and Mjolnir placing Clint on Loki's path in, out, and around both. This is an interesting detail for several reasons, but especially having to do with Selvig and the opener to A1, the scenes above.. and especially the post-credit scene below.

2. Avengers was was not the first time Loki likely saw Barton, at the least (as far as we know with certainty anyway, a-la #1): Loki had months of time after being collected by the Other and presented to Thanos (9 months or better: almost a year, during his torture) to observe Clint and everyone in the Dark Energy facility, at the very least: through Selvig, from the moment he was brought in.

I count this one over the above in relevance, being it's a solid thing both shown and told to us over the course of not one but three films; that not only made it into the final cut; but was also a major part of Selvig's portion of the second Thor movie's (TDW) storyline. It's doubled down on in the Dark World that this was a thing; even before you start delving into the creators' and actors' interviews for the three years prior to The Dark World's release in 2013, as they were asked about this multiple times in official AND unofficial interviews both for years.

(Another interesting bit with this knowledge, is the fact Selvig never says precisely why Loki being not present or dead is a relief to him, as the person who was connected to him during that year. This individual was clearly mentally bonded with Loki for that entire period, even prior to the first scene of Avengers 2012 [and explains further why he didn't run and responded the way he did even then]; which is stated outright in the dialogue. During the torture, during the Tesseract's re-activation, and likely came into second hand contact with at least Thanos and the Other's threat prior to Loki's re-arrival in New Mexico in 2012. Meaning: the question becomes.. was it actually Loki Selvig went crazy over and was afraid of: or was it what and who would have been hunting him and potentially Selvig down after the invasion was halted? After all and with Thor there especially; Selvig has very little reason to fear Loki at all, otherwise. Even less so with the Space Stone and Mind Stone both on lock down as far as they know at this point [Hydra being in possession of the Scepter was not rooted out until the next year, later in 2014.])

Taking this into account, along with #1; it's now literally impossible for Loki not to have known Barton's face, capabilities, and those of the surrounding team well before he landed: remember, Clint had at this point been in charge of watching over Selvig and the project .. which is why this set of lines is able to happen:

Selvig again, whose mind at this point had been established as having been infiltrated by Loki (and the Other/Scepter, or at the least with the Other as a major presence as Thano's right hand man until his death in 2014. We know this because of (again) those 3 years of interview answers, and because this is MCU direct accepted lore also stated in their official bios, as well as shown and stated repeatedly in the films by Thor and others even after TDW: and it is reflected as well, in what Loki does NOT do, during his five year rule and rebuilding of Asgard starting in 2013.

In fact Loki's off screen actions and inactions during that entire era are pretty telling too. Let's do a quick breakdown.

Space Stone (Tesseract, pre-to-1940s:) CAtFA established with it's opening scene that Asgard had the Tesseract, prior to purposely leaving it on Earth, under the protection of the Nordic family Schmidt later steals it from in Captain America: the First Avenger, in the scene above. (?1960-70?: tony & steve travel to 1970, however: the stone has clearly been there for at least a little while at that point) In the process of searching for Steve Rogers, Howard Stark (among SHIELD's founders) rediscovers the Tesseract sometime prior to : studying it and placing it in storage in New Jersey.

(2011-2012) Selvig (while mentally bonded with/controlled by Loki [likely through the Scepter and the Other: this skill is never seen again after 2012]) is offered head research position by Fury in 2011, which continues until 2012 when Loki arrives in person: at which point he remains the go-to guy for handling the Tesseract and building the portal device with human tech. (2012-2018) The Tesseract remains in Asgard's vault, without being used (to our knowledge) OR retrieved until 2018, five years into Loki's reign as King of Asgard, and King of said King's vault.

Mind Stone (The Sceptre 2011-2012:) Made into a relic of the Chitauri Empire, the Scepter is used on/given to Loki at some point during his captivity/coerced alliance (see 'Eaten alive by rabid dogs, assauled with raining fire', etc:) the Scepter is used as a mind control device, long-range communication device, staff, spear, and projectile weapon. (2015: Vision) Near the beginning of AoU (during Loki's 5 year reign,) Thor states that his presence on Earth with the Avengers at that time is fulfilling the desire to take the Scepter to Asgard for safe keeping. This is never mentioned or asked about again however, after what it, the Tesseract, and the Aether are: is revealed, and Vision is brought online. (2018: Vision) In fact, there is no attempt to retrieve the stone OR convince Vision to head to Asgard rather than stay on Earth at any time: the stone remains in his head, and Vision on Earth until the Infinity War starts in 2018.

Reality Stone (C1 & 2013:) Previously held and adapted by Darkalfheim (see to suit it's purpose of snuffing out all light in the universe; Odin's father Bor took the Reality Stone (juice, stuff.. whatever lol) from them during the war that wiped all but a single ship of dark elves (Maelkith's) from existence. Bor hid the Aether in an unknown protected place in the nine realms, where it remained hidden until 2013; when Jane Foster found and was 'infected' by it: carrying it to Earth, and then Asgard. Malekith's ability to sense the Aether led him back into war with an unprepared Asgard, resulting in the immediate destruction of most of their defenses, and Asgard raising their shields on the Capital to keep the elves from reclaiming the Aether inside Jane. However, Malekith planned and charged Algrim with infiltrating Asgard by getting captured as a Marauder with the intent of bringing down Asgard's shields: which was successful. Once inside, Malekith sought out the Aether; found, fought and then assisted in the death of Frigga in his attempt to get a hold of Jane: but was forced to retreat immediately after Frigga's death instead, due to catching lightning to the face. Afterwards, Thor decides to use the Aether as bait for Malekith to keep the fight away from a now defenseless and beaten down Asgard: releasing Loki with the intent to use his doorways to another world and take Malekith down after he removes the Aether from Jane. Though the Aether is removed, Malekith manages to survive the initial attack and take up the Aether: Loki killing many of Malekith's soldiers including Algrim/Kurse (seemingly at the cost of his life) when Thor struggles with the accursed. Defeated on Earth, the Aether is released from Malekith: and eventually returned to Asgard. In the final scenes, Loki is revealed to have taken Odin's place on the throne, and sent the Reality Stone to Tanaleer Tivan aka the Collector, who; unlike Loki would attempt to collect the next stone to appear...(Power 2014.)

(2018 Infinity War) Thanos retrieved the stone fairly quickly however once he had both the Power (to destroy Tanaleer's defenses and Collection both), and the Space Stone (to get him there, or anywhere; instantaneously.)

Power Stone (2014:) Kept on Morag after it's destruction at the hands of a Celestial wielding the same stone, several factions including Thanos himself were in direct pursuit of the Power Stone. Peter Quill got there first, and ended up pursued by Gamora, Thanos who she was splitting from, and the Imperialist Kree defector and terrorist Ronan the Accuser. While Tanaleer initially buys the stone from Peter and the Guardians, his inability to control it's Power (or rather his slave's inability) makes them decide not to go through with the sale. Ronan obtains the stone, but decides to use it on Xandar (among the MCU's nine realms and Asgard's ally-protectorate) rather than turn it over to Thanos, planning on killing the Mad Titan afterwards. Ronan fails, and the stone is kept on Xandar until 2018; when Thanos attacks and retrieves the Power Stone just prior to if not during the events of Thor: Ragnarok.

Time (????-2012:) Kept for thousands of years by the Order of the Mystic Arts (MotMA,) this stone was a central piece to the Eye of Agamotto: which also was central to the inter-planar/dimensional shields of the same name generated from the Sanctums in New York, London, and Hong Kong. There is no confirmation of why the Ancient One did not take greater part in the Invasion battle happening just blocks away, however; she was noted as being there and defending the Sanctum with the Infinity Stone around her neck: not just by the audience and Banner.. but also by the oddly few Chitauri she was fending off. We never see her down more than two on that bike (Reminder, this is on a planet that Loki has visited multiple times at this point, as a sorcerer himself: and Loki is also present in this battle: kind of weird in every direction unless you pay attention to the lore and character establishment.)

So .. why is any of that important?? Because almost all of the above about the Infinity Stones and more, happens AFTER 2011 when Loki is first taken by the Other, and coerced into Thanos' service. Meaning; even if you want to disavow every single piece of canon lore; years worth of official interviews, the actual story as it's stated outright summarized even in their own official bios, and the way the story was written from the start to get to the Infinity War saga? The simple fact is that Loki likely did not start that battle without extra reason in the process of fighting that coercion, at a distance that was more likely the only possible path to freedom from said coercion.

It's far more likely just with the year prior, that Loki not only knowing what Clint could and couldn't do; planned to stir up the Avengers as a countermeasure from the beginning, while riding out the threat and keeping bets in both camps as a just in case, to survive.

And Clint, was the perfect person to grab hold of with that kind of goal in mind. He had high clearance, exceptional and recognized skill, but and if he got out of control or something went wrong: his strength wouldn't have been an issue.

This and his experience through Selvig also explains why Loki did not try to turn Fury, stepping PAST him rather than letting Barton shoot him on the way out: Fury needed to be able to activate the Avengers initiative out of the proverbial trash bin it had been in at the time.

And let's keep in mind.. while Clint may not have been aware of all of this in 2012: he definitely was by the time EndGame came around; and Thor and the others had their time to explain what had happened.

I do wish they had touched on that in the films, and not chickened out on the original story by having Thanos kill Loki first; because oof that conversation and realization Loki spent half a decade separating the stones and rebuilding Asgard's defenses, only to have Odin ultimately be the one to screw everything over by trying to silently lure Hela to a much squishier Norway with his death? What a interesting and much more effective conversation that would have been, over the entirety of Gagnarok an their personal story bits as depicted instead, too..

Then again, as Laura pointed out in AoU.. Clint is great with his aim and spotting some things, but he's not great at understanding even the motivations of people closest to him, like Natasha.

Frosthawk Moments - Canon

So I made some gifs from some scenes in the first Avengers movie that no one ever talks about. I think most people have completely missed it because I've never actually seen anyone comment on it.

This:

Clint Barton actually hits Loki!

CLINT. HIT. LOKI.

That bullet hits—and then ricochets, and then Loki reacts like this:

He immediately retaliates, and if Clint hadn't ducked out of the way because he's incredibly good at that, he would have been obliterated head-on!

And as we all remember, Clint then gets back up after everyone else has been knocked down, and this moment happens here:

And this? This is when Clint realizes that Loki is far stronger than he was expecting—it's a great bit of acting on Renner's part, because you can see him realize 'holy crap, this guy is something else entirely'. Canonically, Hawkeye is the strongest of all the agents without any 'extras' and he's always been able to handle himself and this is the first time he's been up against something like this.

You can see his expression go from "ow, that hurts" to "wait...what the fuck?" and it's just so damn brilliant.

I always had the thought that Loki was getting irritated because he's aimed at the guy more than twice and not only did Clint dodge, but he got back up to keep fighting! Loki's literally thinking, You keep getting back up! Stop it!

...and I have always been certain that this was the moment he saw something in him.

This is why he said, "You have heart."

I genuinely think Loki was planning on killing him up until that point, but when he saw that this human had such a drive and passion to fight, he knew that this was the right person to protect him. I would like to remind people that Loki was actually still severely incapacitated, it just didn't seem that way because he was still stronger compared to humans.

Then in the scene that occurs right before the deleted scene (which explains so much more) we have this:

Look at how Loki looks at him, almost as though he's measuring just how adept he is and how smart he is. This is when Clint is explaining how he chose the location because they need the three levels of lead-lined flooring to keep S.H.I.E.L.D. from finding the cube. This is Loki realizing he chose the right person because right after this we hear him see, "I see why Fury chose you to guard it," acknowledging just how smart and adaptive he is.

And then there's an entire scene between the two of them that was cut from the final draft.

Which never. Should have been. DELETED.

Take this for instance:

You see all of those people? You see all of that massive set up??

NONE OF THAT WAS LOKI.

Everything that you see in the planning throughout the rest of the Avengers movie that seemed to be Loki was all Clint Barton outsmarting and outwitting S.H.I.E.L.D. He was the one who even came up with the plan for Loki to purposely get himself captured!!

Now let's talk about this scene here:

"I want to know everything you can tell me about this team of his. I would...test their' mettle."

Like...HELLO??? This tells us right here that Clint was the one who gave up all the information and told Loki everything about all of the Avengers! We can glean from the fact that we saw Clint in the first Thor movie (with Coulson) that he has been fully aware of the Avengers way before anyone else knew about it.

He had the most information besides Coulson. Which means that Loki went into his "capture" already knowing all about Clint and Nat's relationship, which also allows us to deduce that he also knew that Natasha was playing him from the beginning! He knew she would figure it out, so he was stalling for time—and that was it!

Then we have this:

Clint: "If you're set on making yourself known...could be useful." Loki: "Tell me what you need."

This is the dialogue that takes place here, and it explains so much. The way they originally cut the movie, it jumps from the scene with Selvig to the dialogue at the tail end of this deleted scene—which now, if you rewatch the movie, you will see is a glaringly obvious cut.

But this entire deleted scene sets up the rest. of the freaking. MOVIE.

This deleted scene shows us that Hawkeye was the mastermind behind not only taking down the helicarrier with only a few arrows, but also the one who planned the entire attack...just to get Loki back out after he triggered the Hulk.

Fury (over comms): "It's Barton. He took out our systems. He's headed for the detention level!"

ALL. CLINT'S. PLAN.

I am of the mind why they cut this scene was solely to put the blame on Loki, because if they had kept this scene in it would have become painfully obvious that Loki wouldn't have made it as far on his own and only made it so far because of Clint.

[poptart-productions]

afk !

[streamer! eren x reader headcanons/drabble]

↳ ❝ [pairing] ¡! ❞

modern! eren jaeger x black fem! reader

↳ ❝ [content/warnings] ¡! ❞

manbun eren, german native! eren, foreign/western! y/n, simp/maidenless! eren

↳ ❝ [nova’s notes] ¡! ❞

manbun eren brainrot

got a rumbling eren! x modern! reader coming out soon so look out for that if you’re interested!

↳ you caught eren’s eye while you were studying abroad at his university

↳he’d never seen anyone like you before; you made the bold choice of wearing your hair natural and he thought it was so cute—purely irresistible

↳eren being eren, came to your defense when he saw people petting you like a dog

↳ he had no idea you watched his streams as a method of practicing the german language

↳ he learned a little english to impress you, and even though it was severely broken, you thought the effort to make you comfortable was sweet

↳when you told him you watched his streams he lowkey wanted to crawl into a hole and die—a lot of his streams was just him finding a game he liked and turning on his subpar camera. in other words: he had no filter

↳he acted cool about it— “nice to know i have such a beautiful fan” the translating app would say back to you in it’s robotic voice and you would smile up at him—but he was extremely embarrassed that your heavenly ears have been tainted by all his swearing and screaming

↳after that, you noticed he’d been more subdued; but that made his eventual outbursts all the more hilarious

↳sort of desperate to talk to you, so you two came up with a deal in which he taught you german and you taught him english

↳genuinely put in a lot of work into paying attention to your lessons and practicing in his free time so within a year he was already learning about slang

↳after learning that you watched his stuff religiously, he started putting a lot of effort into his appearance—it was for you; he would wash his face and hair before getting on stream, tying his hair up into what would become his iconic manbun, and he would constantly glance into his viewfinder to adjust his appearance

↳meanwhile: mikasa and armin, who were both visiting their families were immediately suspicious

↳as his best friends they watched every single stream—and they know him well enough to know he’s never been a model—he’s got the looks for it, sure, but it seems like whenever a user by the name of [idk_cantspeakgerman] says a broken hello in the chat, he seems to think he is. re-tying his hair, unbuttoning the first few buttons of his shirt, and straightening his posture

↳ ”it’s about a girl” they both agreed; and a special one too

↳mikasa calls him out on it immediately, and eren gets belligerently dismissive of the idea—him, having a crush? no way.

↳eren, with your encouragement and help, switches from his german streaming service to twitch; “you’re pretty good at english—and you’re super funny, so if you stream on twitch in english you’ll reach a wider audience—i’ll even help out!”

“really? you’ll help?” your feverish nod and cute facial expression made his heart swell, so he agreed

↳due to his good looks, humor, and a video of him flying off the handle completely in german blowing up on twitter, all of his socials have literally been vibrating ever since

↳then mikasa and armin got back; mikasa is a little skeptical at first, but once she sees how good of a person you are + that poc solidarity, she now seems to like you better than she does eren

↳now the three are constantly checking up on you and making sure you feel included. they know you study hard so you have to miss out on hangouts sometimes

↳it was during one of these hangouts that eren’s feelings toward you become undeniable

“let’s take a picture for [n/n]” mikasa shows a tiny smile as your nickname falls from her lips; she adjusts her bangs

“sure,” armin nods, fixing his jacket and ensuring that his cute milkshake was in frame as mikasa lifted her phone above their heads

eren quickly glances up at the screen, his face contorting as he stares at his image—he begins to recoil as mikasa started counting,

“1,2,3–“

“—wait, wait, fuck” the brunette pulls himself out of the frame and takes his hair down

he pulls it back up, and fixes his shirt before sliding back in next to armin as if nothing has happened

mikasa and armin are silent and unmoving for an embarrassing amount of time.

“are you gonna take the picture?” trying his best to hold his ‘smoldering gaze’ into the camera, eren fails to notice the exasperated sighs coming from his two friends

↳like i said, despite his good looks—bro is very much maidenless, which isn’t his fault, (i hc him to be somewhat aro) but it still makes him unsure how to approach you about this—or even act around you now that he realizes his feelings

↳mikasa is lowkey eren’s top op when it comes to keeping those feelings a secret from you—it gets to a point where he literally refuses to let you two be alone, and constantly looks over her shoulders when she’s texting you

↳we’re getting off topic but his feelings for you are put on blast when his DUMBASS forgot that there were german speakers that watched his stream

it started with an innocent call from you—well, perhaps it was a little deceptive “i know you’re streaming but this is urgent—will there be food at your mom’s place, yes or no?”

all of the tension and worry he was holding melted away, and he let go of a breathy laugh; “yeah, my mom always makes food for guests”

his eyes flicker to the chat, who was curious as to who he was talking to, ‘my friend’ he mouths to the camera

“say less, me and mika will be over there in a bit—later, ren-ren!”

“later”

the nickname is new.

from you at least.

armin started calling him that as a mean-spirited joke when he found out his mother used that nickname when he was young.

armin must’ve told you—you couldn’t have known that it annoyed him, you sounded so innocent and sweet—like you just wanted to give a nickname to your friend

and when you said it, eren didn’t even care; it was honey flowing from those lips of yours

something about it was so domestic; like you were his loving girlfriend, calling to check up on him.

he almost wanted to throw his head back and sink into the bliss you had single-handedly caused him to stumble into

but then carla, who had long since finished her cooking and was silently watching her son’s streaming out of frame, breaks her silence to ask, in german, “who is that—is that the girl you like—“ “yes, mom it is” he tenses, but forces a laugh and hopes his camera doesn’t pick up the red on his cheeks

“she’s a good one.”

when i tell you, when the translations came out, eren was being nothing short of harassed by his so-called fans.

obviously after that,

you knew.

↳the two of you awkwardly avoided each other for like a day, before you asked him out to coffee over the phone

↳coffee date with streamer eren. that’s it.

↳he’s super sweet and quiet during the date, just invested in whatever you’re talking about

↳like deadass, if you’re like me and just say random shit because you have adhd or just wanna fill the silence, he might freak you out. you’ll just say something about “this is some sweet coffee” and then you look up and he’s staring you down

↳speaking of adhd. eren def has that, and it shows through in his streams but he tries his best around you

↳speaking of trying his best, he literally treats you as his wife—you’re the only girl he’s ever romantically loved, so he genuinely sees you in his future; because of you, he sees his streaming as less of a hobby and more of a career, and he literally manifests/puts it in his journal that he wants to give you a luxurious life

please give him the world—i love him he’s perfect

↳his mother sees how much this means to him, and that his job is raking in a lot of money, so carla allows him to switch to an online curriculum in order to focus on his career

↳of course, that means you see each other much less. you want to support his dreams so you try to get used to it—but it’s eren’s fault for spoiling you with his love and affection—you couldn’t just go from all of that to just talking on the phone

↳he knew that his absence was hurting you, so every day he made an effort to take you back to the dorms after your classes.

“eren!” you practically tackled eren—you see him every day, and yet you act like long lost lovers every time, “princess!” he welcomes you with open arms, the same puppy-like adoration in his eyes you had, “i missed you”

“i missed you too”

↳will abandon his stream to swoop you out of class if you’re having a shitty day

↳gets super excited when tell him you wanna meet his fans, and keeps telling his chat “it’s a very special day”

↳they knew he was living in germany and was a native, so most were pleasantly surprised to find that he was in an interracial relationship

‘AYO? A FELLOW NEGRO?”

‘I AINT KNOW YOU ROCKED WITH THE CHOCOLATE EREN”

↳super clingy the whole stream.

“hi, i’m [y/n]! i’m from [h/c] and i’m this knucklehead’s girlfriend” you tried to give him a noogie, but it lowkey hurt so you stopped immediately

“sit on my lap?” you weren’t even given a chance to answer before he was pulling you onto the gaming chair with him

↳eren doesn’t get jealous when he sees comments about how beautiful you are—because you are, he’ll just tighten his grip on you and smile—that is, unless the comment is completely out of pocket. in which case, he will call them out

“also [username], you’re fucking disgusting”

“you don’t say that shit about any other person—and you had the fucking nerve to say that about her right where i can see it—right in front of her—shows you have no fucking respect”

“get the fuck off my stream—the fuck is wrong with you”

embarrassed, you attempt to do some damage control “babe—“

“—no, you don’t have to take that shit, alright? not when i’m here, alright?”

ngl men defending a woman’s honor is so goddamn hot oml

↳miss girl—when i tell you his fans LOVE YOU, there are entire channels and accounts dedicated to you two—entire video compilations dedicated to every time you say something funny on stream or are just existing next to your boyfriend

↳simps so hard and you don’t even realize; his face visibly softens when he looks into the viewfinder to find you peeking into the room

↳his nicknames for you are constantly changing as a result of his adhd: my baby/babe, gremlin, woman/girl, sexy, sweetheart, sweet girl, the girlfriend/the (future) wife

↳tries his best to avoid saying cringey shit and fetishizing you like: ‘i love you my little cocoa butter gumdrop nubian goddess’

↳unfortunately, though; your year studying abroad came to an end, and eren deadass cried into your lap the night before your flight home

↳he hugged you so tight you thought you’d break in the airport, he almost didn’t let go.

↳five weeks away from each other and he’s already crumbling. calling you every morning and night, and texting you every five minutes

↳eventually him, mikasa and armin all go silent on you after asking very specific and leading questions about your living arrangements and it you’re super confused,

“hey, [n/n]?” your roommate peeks into your room, as your currently contemplating switching majors—yes, this late

“yeah?” you inquire, not sparing her a second glance in favor of straining on the computer screen sat atop your lap

“your friends are here to see you?”

“hot as fuck, too” she whispers as she walks off

it’s that comment that finally gets you to look up, but she’s already gone

then, an unmistakable pair of emerald eyes peek into the room, scanning it briefly before locking onto you

you sat in stunned silence as the owner of those eyes fully steps into the room.

you fall over yourself trying to get to him, and eren meets you halfway, “eren!”

“hi, sweetheart!”

“fuck—i missed you”

“i missed you too”

armin and mikasa made their way up the stairs, seeming that eren was much more excited to see you than them, and they joined your embrace

as you sat on the floor in a group hug, you realized you stumbled upon some amazing people

↳eren planned to stream while there he really really did, but he got distracted by you so he spent that entire trip afk

[thatsdemko]

never too busy for you - k. mbappé

↳ I do not own this gif. this gif belongs to its rightful owner.

masterlist

v-day collection

requested: y

pairings: kylian mbappé x reader

warnings: established relationship + some google translate French + semi short + wee bit of fluff

a/n: remember if you want a Valentine’s Day imagine or blurb you need to submit it before February 28th, 2023! ps I don’t like the way this ends 😅

he was a busy man. football was his top priority and his love—even if he swore you ranked above the sport. so when February rolled around and you both sat down to look at your schedules, you already had planned that celebrating Valentine’s Day wasn’t going to be in the books.

it wasn’t anything you were super sad about. having been in a relationship with kylian for two years now, there were certain holidays and birthdays that he had to miss, but he always made it up to you. and it wasn’t like you weren’t spoiled or treated like a princess everyday, so you were fine missing out on one day.

so when Valentine’s Day rolled around you both were too occupied to even have noted the date. work was so consuming, you didn’t notice the few coworkers with flowers and candies from loved ones. and kylian was so consumed in football, he didn’t have time to listen in on the semi-romantic conversations his teammates were having.

when he finally got home from practice one evening, you were dead asleep on the couch when he looked at the calendar noticing Valentine’s Day had passed. it was two days ago.

“oh baise moi.” he looked over at you on the couch and then back at the calendar. his life was so busy and he hated that. he could only think of one thing that could make up for lost time together and for Valentine’s Day. (oh fuck me)

—

the next morning you woke up to the smell of sweet pancakes. it brought a smile to your face at the gesture, but it also confused you as to why kylian was still home. he was supposed to be training.

getting up you threw the covers off your body, rushing down the stairs to see your boyfriend shoving chocolate chips in his mouth while flipping pancakes. “aren’t you supposed to be working out?” you asked, noting the time on the clock he was supposed to have been long gone hours ago.

he looked over at you with a smile on his face, “not anymore, mon amour. taking a couple of days off to be with you.” he grabbed your waist pulling you closer to him to plant a kiss on your temple.

you pulled away, looking up with furrowed eyebrows, “why? what happened?”

he laughed, shaking his head “why does something always have to be bad? I just want to be with you.” it was a sweet gesture. but you couldn’t imagine him actually being able to spend a couple of days off from football to be with you. you knew by the end of today he would be itching to get back out there.

uneasy, you nodded along going to make yourself a cup of coffee to see he had already done so. it was done just the way you liked it. a little bit of cream and a little bit of sugar. he remembered.

you turned to face him, coffee in hand, “there has to be a reason why you’re taking a couple of days off, kylian. I don’t believe it’s just because.”

he sighed, you weren’t going to drop it until he actually told you the truth. because you both knew those words were only somewhat true. there was always more to it with him. “we didn’t get to spend Valentine’s Day together. so I want to make up for it.”

a smile formed on your lips. you could care less about missing Valentine’s Day, it hadn’t even occurred to you that the date had passed, but you were excited to spend some well rested time together. you felt like you hadn’t see much of kylian last month. “so what do you want to do today?” you asked and for the first time ever he was completely fine having nothing on his schedule or doing anything.

“whatever you want to do, I’m down.”

with nothing but a clear schedule, you went from movie marathons, to baking sweets, make out sessions, and taking naps. everyday off he had consisted of the same thing, a whole lot of nothing. you figured he’d have broke at some point and went for run or use the treadmill, but he stuck to his promise. he did anything you wanted to do and took some well needed time off. needless to say, he needed that time with you more than he thought.

“I think these past couple of days have been the best days with you.”

“same for me, mon amour. happy very late Valentine’s Day.”

[alrighty-matty]

have i known you for twenty seconds or twenty years?

Pairing: Morpheus x Reader

Summary: Before you could stop yourself, you whispered, “I feel like I have known you before. From somewhere.”

Tags: fluff, yearning, angst (if you squint), spoiler free from the show!

Note: fine. i caved. this pathetic boy had captivated me and i just simply have to put all the Feelings™ somewhere

White sands beneath your feet dipped and melted like ice creams, sighing underneath your slow steps. The seawater licking on your ankles felt like a warm welcome—the sea had greeted you with a smile. The blue sky above was bright and cheery, a gentle salt breeze caressing your cheeks.

You cast your glance and drank the sight in greedily. There was a familiar humming underneath your skin every time you found yourself near the sea. Your blood thrumming inside, a bubbling excitement that warmed your chest like a lick of the first flame on a bitter winter. Perhaps you had meant to be near the sea—to be one with it, to always felt the sand melted and parted away under your will. Perhaps you were the child of the sea and it had merely called you to come back home.

And you had never been more content anywhere else.

The sun was extremely happy today—it had painted the sky the brightest blue and graced the world with its melting golden hue. You sat quietly on the sand, feet tucked underneath your chin. If the familiarity of the sea that cocooned you had been a mere good dream meant to tease you, you wished you would never wake up.

He had followed you quietly behind, soundless, you barely noticed his presence if it wasn’t for the faint buzzing on the back of your head. Morpheus looked comically out of place amidst the vast blue sea and the wide spread of white sands, his black coat stuck up like a sore thumb. In a blink, he had seated himself next to you. His shoulder ghosted on yours, barely touching, just close enough to feel the heat radiating off him.

Morpheus tilted his chin slightly to follow your gaze into the sea and silence followed suit. He had never been much of a talker, but the silence that entailed had always tasted so sweet and serene. Funnily enough, you felt no need to string sentences together when it had come to him. Some words were meant to be left open in the silence, you reckoned. 

“I was under the impression you are searching for the red amulet,” his voice was one with the wind as if it had been woven together into the fabric of the universe. It reverberated through your bones. 

“We are,” you quietly replied. Finger idly tracing on the sand, you tilted your head to look at him. “In a few moments.”

Morpheus didn’t respond. He merely shifted slightly on his seat and settled more comfortably into the sand. 

For a long while, only the lulling sound of the sea crashing on the shore was shared between you and him. You fluttered your eyes close, cheeks pressed against your knees, and felt the gentle tug of slumber slowly claiming you in. 

Morpheus tilted his head down to catch the sight of you slowly tethering close into dreamland. Gradually, you blinked your eyes open. You watched the golden hue of sunray dance on his skin with awe. There were the universe, galaxies, and cosmos in his eyes, all while glimmering gently under the bright sun. His hair—fluttering gently with the salt breeze—gently framed his otherwise stern face, the blue sky above engulfed him gently in a warm embrace. 

It was hard to peel your eyes away from him. And even harder when his eyes—bluer than the sea, brighter than the sky, deeper than the depth of the ocean—staring back at you. Sometimes you wonder what the world looked like from his eyes. What the sight of you translated as through his vast, deep eyes.

You inhaled sharply, feeling the familiar buzz at the back of your head again. The mere sight of him always made the back of your head buzzing in something—familiarity perhaps—always so close you almost could taste it but never within your reach. A faint taste of memory that refused to come to the surface.

Before you could stop yourself, you whispered, “I feel like I have known you before. From somewhere.”

Morpheus blinked. For the first time since you had met him, he hesitated. You sat straighter in a slow, simmering surprise. The faint hesitation that swirled in his eyes made your heart drop like a heavy sandbag to the pit of your stomach.

But he was The King of the Dreaming, was he not? Maybe you had known him from many of your dreams.

Still, Morpheus remained unmoving. The hesitation had disappeared as soon as it appeared. “Perhaps,” he said.

“Were you in one of my dreams?”

“I’ve been in many dreams,” he simply stated. “I’ve seen some of yours.”

You smiled and tried to shake away the twisting sensation in your gut. Sighing to the wind, you threw your glance into your toes disappearing beneath the sand. “You feel somehow familiar,” you said quietly. “Have we met before?”

From the corner of your eyes, you caught him turning around to face you properly. Stubbornly you burned your gaze into your toes, finger made an idle pattern on the sand. Morpheus watched you closely; his gaze burned into your skin and set you aflame. 

Then came his answer—softer than the gentle caress of the salty wind, “Perhaps, we’ve known each other for far longer than you realized.”

[violetduchess]

A flower For Death

¤ Death x reader

Note: I'm sorry to the lovely a anon who requested this. Tumblr ate your ask and my writing.😞

The sun was setting behind the mountains, casting a warm, golden glow over the peaceful meadow where Lobo and you sat. The soft grass tickled your legs as you both looked out at the endless expanse of greenery before them. Lobo, as always, was dressed in his usual black robes, his face hidden behind his hood. You, on the other hand, wore a simple white dress, your hair flowing in the gentle breeze.

For a moment, there was silence between you as you both took in the serene atmosphere. Then, you spoke up.

"I have something for you," you said, pulling a handful of colorful wildflowers from beside you. With deft fingers, you began to weave the stems together, creating a delicate flower crown.

Lobo watched you work, his clawed fingers resting on his knees. He had never seen someone make something like this for him before. Lobo was used to being feared and avoided, not cherished ( not that he minded it much.)

You finished your creation, and with a gentle smile, you reached up and placed the flower crown on Lobo's head.

"There," you said, admiring your handiwork. "You look beautiful."

Lobo was stunned. He had never been called beautiful before. He tentatively reached up and touched the flowers, feeling the soft petals between his fingers.

You noticed Lobo's hesitation and took his hand, guiding it to the crown. "You deserve something beautiful," you said softly. "Just because you're Death doesn't mean you can't enjoy the simple things in life."

Lobo looked at you, his hood falling back slightly to reveal his wolfish face. "Thank you," he said, his voice barely a whisper.

The two of you sat in silence once again, Lobo still wearing the flower crown. As the night grew darker, the stars began to twinkle above you. You pointed up at the sky, identifying constellations and telling stories of ancient myths.

Lobo listened intently, his usual stoic expression softening. He had never spent time with a human like this before. It was almost... nice.

As the night drew on, you grew tired. Lobo stood up and offered his furred hand to help you up. You accepted, and as you walked back to your home, Lobo kept the flower crown on, feeling a sense of peace he had never experienced before.

The next day, you returned to the meadow, bringing with you a picnic basket filled with sandwiches and lemonade. Lobo was waiting for you, sitting cross-legged in the grass with his flower crown still on his head.

You spent the day talking and laughing, sharing stories and getting to know each other better. Lobo found himself enjoying your company more than he ever thought possible.

As the sun began to set once again, you pulled out a small camera and asked if you could take a picture of him wearing the flower crown. Lobo was hesitant, but eventually agreed.

You snapped a few pictures, the flash illuminating the darkening sky. Turning around the camera, you showed Lobo the pictures on the small screen, and he was surprised to see that he looked... happy. It was a feeling he had never experienced before, and he wasn't sure if he liked it or not.

Eventually, you had to leave, but before you did, you leaned in and gave Lobo a soft kiss on the cheek. Lobo was taken aback, but as you walked away, he found himself reaching up and touching the spot where your lips had met his cheek.

As Lobo sat alone in the meadow, his flower crown still on his head, he realized that he didn't want to be alone anymore. He wanted to spend more time with you, to feel the happiness and peace that came with your presence.

"See you soon, Y/N."

End~

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[springismss]

First meeting - Twilight Link

a/n; it’s certainly been a hot minute but I’m back, this time with a work featuring the hero from a world filled with twilight. First posted to my Ao3 which can be found here

pairing; twilight princess link x female! reader

reblogs/feedback/likes are appreciated & encouraged. DO NOT repost/steal any of my works.

warnings; implied drinking, implied gender discrimination

word count; 1,635

headcanon/summary; We start one of our journies into the unknown, what lies ahead? Here we meet the third one of our heroes - the one who can change from a man to a beast and back.

links; TLoZ Masterlist | Masterlist

© springismss - don’t repost, copy, translate, steal or modify.

Loud shouts and chatter sounded as you wiped down a table ready for the next people who walked through the door to use. Things in Castle Town seemed to have been busier than usual judging by the number of soldiers and travellers in the bar. You could faintly make out some words but chose to ignore what was being said as you walked towards the front of the bar, wiping your hands on the towel at your hip. "H-Hey we *hic*~"

Rolling your eyes, you saw the soldier who shouted to you slump down onto the table in front of him, out cold, his group beside him poking and making fun of him for being a lightweight. You felt sorry for everyone in the bar in some way, they had fought in so many battles and they had so many upcoming ones that they just needed a bit of normality. Even if their normality was getting drunk and passing out. Scanning in the corner, you saw the slightly bent-over figure of the person you needed. Lifting your hands, you placed them on either side of your mouth, helping your voice carry over the ruckus. "Telma! We've got another one here!".

Upon hearing their name, the figure stood upright and looked over, a smirk tugging at their lips as they placed a hand on their hip. "Is that so, (y/n)? Well then, I better make sure they're on their way".

A wink accompanied their words as you laughed out, whispering "thank you" to the woman as she passed. You hadn't been in Hyrule for long and you had somehow managed to find somewhere in the bustling Castle Town. The view of Hyrule Castle right outside of your window was one that still took your breath away, even if you saw it daily. You tried hard to get a job, something to help you live but every place you tried was either not looking or didn't want a young woman working for them. The first time you heard their words you almost cursed the goddesses for being a woman but decided to smile and walk away, mentally cursing the small-minded people instead. You'd given up hope when you found yourself in the southernmost alley of the town. You just happened to notice the door and it piqued your interest, deciding to try your luck, you walked in and before you knew it you had been hired.

Safe to say you hadn't looked back and you thanked your lucky stars that Telma gave you a chance. After all, you were extremely popular with the young soldiers and travellers, in more ways than one. While it flattered you, you weren't interested. Not because you didn't want their attention, but because you were happy living your life as it was, besides no one had caught your attention. Not yet anyway.

Letting out a yawn, you wiped the bar and placed the few glasses that had been left in the sink, being sure to note to come back to them after you'd done another sweep of the bar to make sure you'd not missed any on the tables. There were only a few stragglers left but you didn't mind staying late than normal, especially when a certain cat kept you company behind the bar. Besides, Telma was expecting someone and asked you to let her know when they had arrived. After picking up a few more glasses, you headed back to your place behind the bar and set the items in your hands at the sink. The ringing of the bell above the bar door made you turn around, offering a bright smile to whoever walked in. "Welcome to Tel~".

Tilting your head in confusion, you looked around and back at the door, shrugging your shoulds when you saw no one new. Deciding it was possibly one of the few who were left inside leaving, you turned around and looked down at the feline at your feet before you began to wash the glasses. "You know, I'm sure I'm losing it slowly, Lousie".

The white cat just looked up at you and meowed, before she stood and stretched, plopping back down and curling herself back up in a ball. Letting out a small laugh, you hummed softly to yourself not paying much attention to the person who had stepped up to the bar, their eyes watching you carefully for a moment, taking in what you were doing and how you interacted with the feline at your side. They could have stayed there all day if they wanted but they had other matters to attend to. "Excuse me miss, can you tell Telma I'm here to see her now".

The sudden intrusion of the words made you jump, your grip on the cloth in your hands tightening as you felt your soul almost leave you. Placing the piece of fabric down, you wiped your hands and turned around, almost ready to give the person a piece of your mind until you met their eyes. Cliché as it sounds but time felt like it had stopped. You'd never seen eyes so blue in your life. Everything seemed to fade away, all there was in your vision was the male who seemed to be staring back at you. It took a moment for your brain to catch up with what he had said, blinking a few times to bring yourself back around. "Huh? Ohh, yeah. L-Let me just grab her for you~".

Walking quickly from behind the bar you walked to a small booth at the side and placed your hands on the table to make yourself known. Of course, Telma was busy with some business but you had your ways of making it known you were there. "Telma, there's someone here to see you".

Peaking from your side, the bar owner looked at the male who stood beside the bar, a bright smile shone on her face when she caught his attention and motioned him over. Looking over your should, you moved to the side when he reached the table and let him slide in as he seated himself down. "Thank you, (y/n). Can you bring us a couple of the special?".

Nodding your head, you smiled softly as walked back towards the area you had come from, feeling eyes on you as you moved.

Doing as you were asked, you brought two glasses over and bowed, excusing yourself to finish cleaning up after the rest of the bargoers left. You hated to admit it but curiosity tried to get the better of you a few times, wondering what business Telma had with this guy. It was nothing to do with you but you wanted to observe him a little more, as selfish as it sounded. You didn't know how long they were talking but soon the sound of Telma beside you at the bar brought you out of your little daydream. "Thank you for staying a little longer, that took a bit more time than I thought.".

Humming you nodded your head and stretched, placing your hands behind your back and untying your apron. It had been a long shift, not that you minded but you were ready to go home and curled up in bed. As if on cue, a yawn left your mouth and you shrunk down slightly in embarrassment, much to the amusement of the older woman. "Go on love, off you go. Take the day off tomorrow, you deserve it and don't worry, you'll still be paid".

Blinking, she must have somehow read your mind but you smiled nonetheless, nodding your head as you gave her a hug, bidding farewell to both her and Louise. Grabbing your cloak, you wrapped it around you and stepped outside the bar's door and carefully shut the door behind you. The cool Hyrulian air hugged what skin was exposed as a sigh of contentment passed your lips. Lifting your hood, you heard the sound of the door opening behind you moving to let the person aside as you slipped your arms under the material that now covered you. That's when a hand on your shoulder made you look and you were face to face with those eyes again. "Oh, it's you. Hope you had a good meeting with Telma, whatever it was about".

Offering a soft smile to the male, you removed your hand from under your cloak and lifted it up, holding it out for him to shake. "I'm (y/n) if you hadn't already guessed earlier and you are?".

The male looked at you and gave a small smirk, taking a hold of your hand and lifting it you his lips, placing a soft kiss on the back of it. You felt like a fire had been lit on your face as you watched him closely. After a lingering few seconds, he placed your hand back at your side and smiled, waving to you as he walked off up the stairs. Looking at your hand, you blocked before looking back at the retreating figure. He hadn't told you his name and you'd be damned if he left without telling you. Rushing forward, you ran up the steps quickly just in time to catch him a few steps in front of you in the alley. "Hey! You didn't tell me your name, bluey".

The male stopped in his tracks and looked over his shoulder, something about the way he looked at you made you gasp. Was it the nickname you'd given him there due to his eyes or was it something else? You could see the somewhat inner debate before he continued to walk slowly, lifting his hand almost as if he was trying to stop you from following like he sensed you were trying to do just that.

"The name's Link".