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lokigayforhela · 2 years

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maybe some period comfort 🥺🥺

A/N: No, I didn’t pick this one because I started my period... Also reader is a godless heathen in this fic, do with that what you will.

WC: 1993

Rating: G

TW: Mention of period, nothing graphic but wanted to let anyone know in case this is a trigger for them.

You whined, curling yourself up into the tightest ball you could manage in hopes that it would help with the cramps that made you feel as though your ovaries were threatening to rip themselves right out of you.

Being on your period was never very fun, but it was manageable, to some degree.

Except, of course, for that dreaded third day.

You weren’t sure why that specific day always seemed to be the worst, but without fail, the third morning of your cycle would find you in such debilitating pain that you wanted little more than to stay in bed, in whatever position alleviated the pain the best.

The sound of your phone dinging where it lay on the bedside table left you flinging a hand blindly in its general direction, until you could pull it loose from the charger and drag it over so that you could read the message on the screen.

[Sorry to leave you to wake up alone. Went to the store to get your favorites. Be back soon. Love you.]

You’d been so wrapped up in the pain and nausea that came with your period, that you hadn’t even noticed your girlfriend wasn’t in bed with you, and now that she’d drawn attention to it, all you could think about was how badly you wanted her to come back so that you could snuggle and focus on her instead of your uterus.

It was enough to leave your hormone-riddled emotions so shattered that you sniffled, pouting at the phone as you texted her a quick response and set the phone back down.

You just wanted to cuddle with your girlfriend until everything else went away.

God, why did she have to be so attentive to your period-induced needs?

But luckily for you, within the next ten minutes, you could hear the sound of the front door opening, and seconds later heard Hela call out to you.

“Darling, I’m home~”

You wanted to sit up to greet her, but the second you tried to move, your entire body screamed in protest, and you flopped back down on the bed, pitifully looking at the door as you waited for Hela to come in.

“Hi, darling… I come bearing gifts. Many of the chocolate variety.” As soon as she was through the bedroom door, you reached a hand for her, accentuating the motion with your very best pout.

“I missed you…” you whined, pulling her down to sit on the bed as soon as you had her hand in yours.

“I missed you, too. But… I got that chocolate ice cream you love. With the brownie bits in them? The breakfast of champions.” She used her free hand to dig around in the grocery bag she’d toted in, until she found what she was looking for and pulled out the pint of ice cream. “There we go. I assume you’ll be going spoon-less, as usual?”

You couldn’t help but to blush at being caught on one of your less-glamorous habits of eating the ice cream right out of the container using only your mouth until you absolutely couldn’t reach any further.

“…it tastes better that way…” you insisted, snatching the tub from her so you could pop the lid off and scrape your teeth over the top of the ice cream to get a decent bite.

“Yes, and you’re going to ruin your teeth that way, you absolute heathen.” She took a few more items out of the bag; a chocolate bar, a bag of M & M’s, and two family-sized bags of your favorite chips, before standing up to discard the empty bag. “Got your heating pad, darling?”

You nodded, and patted the bed underneath you, where the edge of the heating pad was visible. “As hot as my little tummy can manage.” You nodded once, as though to double-confirm what you’d said, and went right back to your ice cream.

“I’m going to run you a warm shower, and put some fresh pajamas in the dryer for you, so they’re nice and toasty when you get out.”

You nodded, focused on your ice cream for a second before looking up at her. “You’re not allowed in the shower with me, though.”

Hela made a face. “And why not?”

“Because I’m… gross. And if you get in with me, you’ll get gross.”

Hela rolled her eyes at both your childish antics and choice of extremely G-rated words. “Darling, we have this argument every time, and what happens every time?”

You pouted, but the both of you knew you weren’t really upset. “…you win.”

“That’s right.” She crossed back over to you, and pressed a lingering kiss to the top of your head. “Now let me spoil you in peace, you idiot.”

You rolled your eyes, but couldn’t help but to smile. “Yes, ma’am.”

Hela leveled you with a look. “None of that when you can’t commit at the moment.”

“Oh, I can commit, if you’re adventurous enough.”

This time it was Hela’s turn to roll her eyes. “I reiterate. You’re an idiot. Come join me in the bathroom when you’re done.”

You waved a hand dismissively as she disappeared to go put your clothes in the dryer before heading back to the bathroom, and took all of three more bites before you decided to attempt to push yourself up to your feet, being extremely careful as you knew the motion would… cause certain contents to shift uncomfortably.

“Alright. One, two… Up, go go go…” As soon as you were on your feet, you scrambled to the bathroom, where it would be easier to clean up any mishaps as you went from horizontal to vertical, and you were grateful that you seemed to be in the clear.

You looked up to find that Hela had already warmed the shower up and gotten in, and despite the playful bickering earlier, all you could think about now was how now that you were standing, the cramps had seemed to intensify, and all you wanted was to get in and cuddle with Hela while you let her wash you gently.

So you stripped as quickly as you could manage, and slipped into the shower, where Hela was already anticipating you with open arms.

“Come here, darling… I’ve got you…” she murmured, so in tune with your behavior that she already knew you’d be having horrible cramp pains again. “We’ll get some medicine in you as soon as we get you out and dressed, yeah?” She kissed your forehead gently before guiding you to tuck your head in the crook of her neck as she gently began to soak your hair so she could wash it.

Much of the shower was spent in the same manner, with your forehead pressed against Hela’s shoulder, and Hela gently washing and rinsing your hair, talking and singing to you softly in an effort to keep your mind off of your cramps, and for the most part, it did work.

Until one particularly nasty cramp left you whimpering in pain, and for a moment you thought your knees might give out with the force of your instinctual response to try and curl up to alleviate the pain.

But Hela caught you with a hand at your elbow, and paused what she was doing so that she could wrap her arms around you and just hold you close, pressing a kiss to your temple while trying not to jostle you too much.

“Really bad today, huh?” she cooed, and you couldn’t even find it in you to be mad that she was babying you. Hell, she could baby away until her heart was content, at the rate your cramping was making you feel like absolute shit.

You nodded pitifully, and turned your head so that you could keep it on her shoulder but look up at her. “I think this might be it. Tell my parents I love them.”

Hela hummed out a soft laugh. “Well, you’re still well enough to be dramatic, so I won’t be doing that. I’ll tell you that I love you, though. Will that suffice?”

You pretended to think for a moment. “I guess.”

Hela rolled her eyes and pressed her lips to your forehead, lingering there for a long moment. “I love you so much. And I’m sorry that your period is being shitty and that your cramps are shitty and that everything feels shitty right now.”

“Not everything… I’ve got you with me.”

Hela softened, kissing your forehead again. “And I’m not going anywhere. Now let me finish with your hair, I’m almost done. And I’ll let you wash yourself, since you’re so worried about me getting gross,” she teased, running her fingers through your hair to get the last of the conditioner out.

“Just for that, no cuddles after the shower.”

“Darling, that’s going to hurt you more than it’s going to hurt me, and we both know it.”

You heaved a sigh bordering just a touch on the dramatic side. “Yeah. You’re right.” You whined as Hela pushed you to stand upright, and took the body wash she held out to you before turning around to give you some privacy, which you found both a little laughable, considering you’d been standing naked together this whole time, and sweet, since she knew you were feeling so icky at the moment.

You didn’t take long to get washed up, and the both of you silently switched places in the shower so that you could get a towel and get out while Hela finished up. Synchronized to an unmatched degree.

“Midol is on the counter for you. And clean underwear and a pad. Pajamas should be just about done warming up.” Hela hadn’t even needed to look out of the shower to check on you. She just knew what you’d be looking for before you were even looking for it, and you called a thank you over your shoulder as you began to get dressed, regretful that you’d have to leave the bathroom long enough to go fetch the warm clothes, but you’d be damned if they didn’t make you feel a little comfier.

By the time you made it back to the bathroom, Hela had finished and gotten out of the shower, combing her hair as she waited for you to return, and patiently waited for her to set the comb down before reaching your hands out to her in a gesture that made it very clear that you wanted to be held, and now.

Hela smiled softly and went to you immediately, wrapping you up in a hug. “Come on, angel… Back to bed with you. I’ll put your ice cream away while you get settled.” She let go of you so that you could lay down while she disappeared back into the kitchen, and when she came back, you had the covers thrown back for her and had settled yourself back comfortably onto your heating pad, tearing into the chocolate bar she’d brought you.

She climbed in and pulled the covers over the both of you as you effortlessly tangled your legs together with hers, making yourself as comfortable and close to her as you could manage, and once you’d both settled down, Hela kissed your head gently. “Netflix?”

You nodded, settling your head in the crook of her shoulder.

“Okay, darling.” She let the randomizer pick out a movie for you to watch, and wrapped an arm around you, keeping you close as you watched the movie, and any time that you whimpered or whined from the pain, she loved on you softly, and when you shifted, she looked over to check on you to make sure that you were okay.

And by the middle of the movie, you had finally dozed back off, cozy and warm and content in the arms of your loving girlfriend.

You couldn’t have asked for a better way to spend such a miserable day.

#Hela x reader #Hela Odinsdottir x reader #Hela #Hela Odinsdottir #Marvel #fluff #comfort #anonymous #ask #answered #thank you for the ask!

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ickle-ronniekins · 4 years

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tangled up

request: from nonnie! “love those sharing a bed tropes... not saying you should do it but you should definitely do it”

pairing: fred x fem!gryffindor!reader

word count: 2.3k

A/N: ummmmmm love this request, i'm in suuuucch a fred mood lately

warning(s): brief mention of war, ~implied sexual content~ i suppose

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The cool October air had a bit of a bite to it -- it seemed as though Bill and Fleur’s wedding was ages ago. You wrapped a blanket around your shoulders to reduce the chill in your bones.

Suddenly two redheaded figures appeared with a pop! onto the field outside of your home. By what you could see, they’d apparated just before the line of protective enchantments -- a type of advanced magic only a very intelligent wizard could do.

“Bloody hell -- you’re a life saver, you know that?” George exclaimed as he finally reached you, wrapping you in a warm embrace. “I couldn’t be there for one more moment.”

Fred rolled his eyes and explained, “He means at Auntie Muriel’s. Being a bit overdramatic, are we, George?”

The elder twin shot his younger brother a look of amusement as George dropped his bag onto the floor and ran a hand through his hair. “Overdramatic? Tell me, Fred, would you like to go back?”

Fred then draped an arm across your shoulder and peered at his brother. “And reject our best mate’s offer to spend time at her lovely home? That would be so rude.” George swore he saw his twin shudder a bit, no doubt at the thought of returning to their Auntie Muriel’s to endure more yelling and criticism. George shot him a very sardonic look, and laughed lightly.

“Glad you two decided to come -- it’ll be nice having someone else in the house. I haven’t had a proper night’s sleep in months,” you waved your wand to pull three teacups from the kitchen cupboard and started the kettle. You felt a sense of ease at having your two closest friends here. “Should be alright out here, at least for a while.”

Fred glimpsed around your tiny little house. It was small, but exceptionally tidy with a very cozy feeling to it. It looked much different than the Burrow, but still emanated that feeling of home. “Lovely place you’ve got.”

“Thanks, Freddie,” you replied, handing him a steaming cup of tea. He gingerly took it out of your hands. “Just one problem.”

The twins chorused together, “What?”

“I’ve only got one extra bed.”

If the room hadn’t gone so eerily still at your comment, you never would have noticed the small jab to the hip George gave his twin. Fred grunted a bit and stifled a cough. “Oh, no worry -- George already said he’ll take the floor.”

Fred earned himself an eye roll and another jab.

You waved them both off and blew on your tea. “Don’t be silly! I’ll take the floor. You two’ve just got to battle it out for who gets the bigger bed.”

As if on queue, George immediately hoisted his bag back over his shoulder. He began walking away and pointed toward your very tiny spare bedroom off of the kitchen. “This one here, yeah? Thanks again, Y/N, really appreciate you letting us escape the wrath of our aunt -- I’m absolutely knackered, hope you two don’t mind if I turn in!” and with a quick wave to you and Fred, George closed the door and you both almost immediately heard very loud snoring. You and Fred exchanged a laugh.

You made sure everything was in order for Fred before leading him to your room. But you noticed he hadn’t brought his stuff with him -- you saw his belongings near your front door. With a wave of your wand, you brought it forward.

“I’m really okay to sleep on the couch,” he told you, pointing back toward the front.

“I’m not going to have you sleep on the couch,” you replied, shaking your head. “Besides -- you’re not staying out there. I might be a bit dramatic, but the couch is too close to the windows and the front door, and though I’ve been safe here for a while..” you voice trailed off a bit, and you swallowed down the nerves bubbling up inside of you. “Just -- we never know where the Death Eaters are. You take the bed, I’ll take the couch.”

You patted Fred’s shoulder, ready to head back out to your front room, when he took your wrist in his hand and whirled you back around to face him. “If I’m not allowed to take the couch, neither are you.”

You crossed your arms and swallowed. “Fine,” you replied with a grin. “Have got tons of extra pillows and a massive blanket here somewhere -- let me go and fetch it. Go on then, make yourself comfortable.”

“Merlin, you are being thick today,” Fred chuckled, and you noticed traces of the young boy you grew to love. He caressed small circles on the back of your hand. “Would you just sleep in your own bed?”

“But --” your breath caught in your throat. You glanced at your own bed, easily big enough for two, maybe even three, and went against your better judgement before you could overthink it. “Just share with me, then. Nobody takes the floor.”

A hint of nervousness flashed across his features before twisting into a cheeky grin. You continued on when he stayed silent, “What’s the matter, Freddie? You’ve been my best mate for the better half of the last twenty years. I mean, I’ve seen you in your bunny slippers, for Merlin’s sake --” Fred flinched uncomfortably at the memory of you catching him, late one evening in Gryffindor tower, in bunny slippers his mum had knitted for him as a child. You had never let him forget it.

His grin deepened alongside the crimson red colour of his cheeks. “Listen, woman, they are soft and keep me nice and toasty, alright?”

“Whatever you say,” you replied before sliding yourself underneath your warm blanket. You patted the other side of the bed in an accidental sensual way and realized how that must’ve come across. You quickly cleared your throat and turned off the light before you could see his reaction. “Erm -- there are extra pillows on the couch if you need.”

You felt his body slide in next to yours, and you could still make out some of his facial features from the faint light of the lightning strikes outside. He was definitely still grinning. “I’m fine, really.”

You figured out quite quickly that neither of you were able to sleep, especially because it was only eleven p.m. and because of the wild wind and rain that were howling outside of your window. The words were spilling out of you before you could help it. “Fred?”

He turned on his side to face you. “Yeah?”

You were laying on your back, looking up at your ceiling in the darkness. “Are you afraid?”

When he didn’t answer right away, you turned your head to face him too. Each time the lightning struck it was bright and vibrant, and highlighted his features in a more intimate way than ever before. He threaded his brows together and took a deep breath. “Yeah, I am.”

It was weirdly comforting hearing him say that he was afraid. The man who didn’t have a serious bone in his body was actually scared. It was strange and unnerving and brought a sense of solace to you all at once.

You sucked in a breath, worried that your normal evening anxiety would show solely through the look in your eyes. You turned away to glance toward the ceiling again when you felt Fred brush his fingers gently against yours under the covers. Your breath hitched at the contact.

“I think it’ll be okay though.”

“How can you be sure?”

“I suppose I can’t..” it was so weird, hearing him speak like this. He shifted again. “I just think.. we’re more prepared than before. Think there’s more of us this time. Besides, we’ve done our studying, and we’re all brilliant wizards.”

A smile tugged at the edges of your mouth. “You are kind of brilliant.”

“Wow,” he breathed, and it was almost a whisper. You noticed the way the edges of his eyes crinkled as he smiled. “Can I get that in writing?”

“Care to return the compliment first?”

“Hang on,” he replied, placing his hands behind his head in a bit of a relaxed state. “I need to bask in this for a moment.”

“Oh shove off, you git!”

You playfully swatted him before he retaliated. Soon enough you were both sitting upright, thwacking one another with pillows and laughing into the darkness of the night. Fred fell to the floor with a dull thump, and you stifled lots of giggles and shushed him as he slid back into bed next to you. “You’re going to wake up George!”

You weren’t sure how long the two of you were swatting at one another. It could’ve been hours, or perhaps days. But then the storm grew more fierce, and you found yourself scooting closer to him in bed. Fred always had a way of making you forget about everything going on around you. It was always surprising to you how you’d be able to drown out the rest of the world, as long as you listened to him talk, or as long as you watched him work on his inventions with gentle hands. Even in lessons, back in school, when he’d teasingly wink at you from across the classroom, you were pretty much rendered completely useless for the rest of the day. When it was just you and him, the rest of the world might as well not even exist.

He must’ve noticed how you zoned out, because he asked, “What’s on your mind?”

You turned on your side to face him fully this time. “Just reminiscing.”

“Yeah? About what?”

“Remember when we bumped into one another in the corridors during our fourth year -- I was sneaking sweets up from the kitchens, and you were attempting to sneak into one of the classrooms to finish working on inventions?” You smiled at the memory. “And then Filch was roaming around, and we nearly got caught?”

Fred laughed. You were happy that he remembered. “Never sprinted back to the common room so quickly in my life. That ruddy cat of his was clawing at my ankles.”

“Between the fact that I’d hardly gotten any sleep that night and the adrenaline rush, I was bloody exhausted.”

Fred snorted. “Yeah, you fell asleep in the armchair next to the fire almost immediately when we returned and began to snore rather loudly, if my memory serves me correct.”

You grinned, not skipping a beat. “Yeah, my snoring is almost as embarrassing as those slippers of yours.”

You expected him to groan and throw another pillow in your direction, but instead he just deepened his smile and reached out and placed his hand next to yours on the edge of his pillow, your fingers almost touching. “I dunno -- I thought it was cute.”

You really hoped the steady drumbeat sound of your heart was drowned out by the sounds of the thunder outside. You weren’t so sure though. “Yeah?”

He wet his lips and nodded. “I remember having to wake you up because it was nearly four a.m. -- fire had died out and you looked so uncomfortable in that armchair -- I just wanted to carry you upstairs. Except..” Yeah, jinxes by the professors at each respective staircase. Boys weren’t allowed in the girls dorms, and vice versa. You knew exactly what he was getting at.

You felt a swift surge of confidence overtake you, so you gently moved your fingers a few centimeters before you slowly intertwined them with his. He didn’t flinch. Your voice was softer than you expected. “What else do you remember about that night?”

It was an opening -- you didn’t want to be so blatantly obvious about it, but Fred could always read you like a book. You hoped he still could, after all these years. Luckily for the both of you, nothing had changed. He took the opening. “I remember wanting to kiss you.”

You bit your lip, hoping to suppress the nerves that were bubbling up inside of you like fizzy champagne.

Fred laughed cheekily. “Never got a chance, though.”

Before you could think more on it, you nudged his leg with your toes and scooted closer to him. You could see the steady rise and fall of his chest, you were so close. “Then kiss me now.”

His mouth parted slightly in surprise, but nevertheless he inched forward and caught your lips with his. They were soft -- softer than you ever could have imagined, and so was the kiss itself. He tasted faintly of mint, and and you found yourself breathing in deeper when he trailed one solitary finger across your jawline and down your neck. The feel of him against you warmed up your entire body in a way that the common room fire never could.

He sighed against your lips before reluctantly pulling away. “Mmm we should’ve been doing this the entire time,”

You laughed softly and brought your fingers to your lips, hoping to still feel that electricity. “Yeah, we probably should have.”

All thoughts of the war seemed to subside as he leant in to kiss you again. Somehow, being with him, your limbs entangled together -- it was enough to make you forget about the war on the horizon, everything that was about to happen. As far as you were concerned, as long as Fred was beside you, tangled in the covers of your bed, everything would be alright.

He tucked a piece of hair behind your ear. There was a mischievous glint in his eyes. His voice was rough and sensual and soft all at the same time as he wiggled his eyebrows at you. “Thanks for inviting me to sleep in your bed.”

You grinned and raked your bottom lip through your teeth. “Yeah, well, like you said -- we should’ve been doing this the entire time. Figured I’d get a jump start on what we’ve missed.”

He laughed and wrapped his arms tightly around your hips. Goosebumps sprouted on your skin as he lazily trailed his fingers up and down your spine and told you, “Knew you were my favorite for a reason.”

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sweetberrysmooch · 3 years

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HC: And There Was Only One Bed (Affectionate) [pt. 2]

(Zzzzzzz…..)

(Alright, second part done :V Not much to say here for now, but I hope you’re excited for the upcoming part to come out next ^^ And my ask box is always open, so feel free to drop in and chat any time! I’ll be seeing you :D)

Basic sleeping hcs with ya boys, and for a part two, outside home life? You’ll see what I mean lol

Characters: Quackity, George, Badboyhalo.

Warnings: Nightmares in Quackity’s part, but besides that we’re clean <3

Song Recommendation: Metamodernity- Vansire

Up Next- Sapnap, Philza, Fundy, Schlatt.

Enjoy your day guys! I do hope it be rockin :]

Quackity:

Quackity is one floppy motherfucker. You fall asleep with him spooning you, head nestled between your shoulder blades, hands holding yours in front of your middle, legs entangled, the whole shi-bang, but wake up with him starfishing half on the mattress at a weird angle that makes his neck sore for the rest of the day.

Each day is a new position for you to add to your ammunition of teasing against him, but he takes it in stride. He totally doesn’t wake you up halfway through the night by flinging himself over your middle, ‘asleep’ and snoring like a freight train. When you give up halfway through trying to stop him breathing and just fall asleep lying on his chest, he turns to mush and gets distracted playing with your hair. You don’t know why he seems so exhausted the next morning, and he only giggles dreamily at you when you ask.

While he’ll be the big spoon for as long as you want him to, there’s a special soft place in his heart for being the little spoon. Hold him, please. Pull him to your chest and gently run your fingers through his hair, rub his back and kiss every inch of his face until he’s down for the count. The easiest way to make him feel better after a bad day or an argument is to let him know you want him and love him. Just holding him at night guarantees that he’ll bring you a present the next day (like the inner stardew valley house husband he sometimes longs to be lmao).

It’s a 50/50 chance of waking up with Quackity or after him, seeing as he prefers to get up early to enjoy the quiet mornings before the rest of the smp wakes up. He gets ready, makes the both of you coffee (or tea, something to help wake you up), and watches the sky change color while he waits for you to come sit with him in the kitchen. The two of you try your best to assure a moment together before you go about your separate ways, sitting together and talking about what you have planned or what you might have for dinner later. It’s his favorite part of the day, aside from coming back home to your awaiting arms.

Another citrus-y smelling fellow. More orange than lemon, he bathes in the morning after he wakes up. You typically wake up right after he gets finished washing up, walking into the bathroom to hear him quietly humming while drying off his hair and wings. He’ll give you a small guilty grin and a good smooch on your forehead as an apology.

Another poor fellow with nightmares;; They’re a lot less frequent than they used to be now that you’ve gotten together (having someone to talk to and work through each others issues does WONDERS apparently) but when they hit, they hit him hard. You wake up from him twisting and turning right before he wakes up in tears. He doesn’t like to be touched afterwards, drawn in on himself and facing away from you, hiding his crying. When you leave to get him a glass of water and come back, he’s more grounded, crawling into your arms and accepting the drink gratefully. With his forehead pressed to your throat, taking small sips from his cup, he’ll tell you what his dream was about. Sometimes it’s Technoblade, sometimes Dream, mostly Schlatt though. His ex lingers on his mind more than he likes to admit, a deep sense of abandonment showing through his nightmares. Quackity struggles with sleeping for a few days after, afraid of what he might see when he closes his eyes again.

(You’ve fallen back asleep by now, hand paused in its ministrations and resting snugly in his hair. Things are warm and quiet and soft, and he feels safe again.

The nightmare still hovers fuzzily in the back of his mind, but for now he can ignore it, focusing on your slow breathing as it lulls him back to sleep.

His last thought before finally letting himself rest is how much he loves you, giving you one last squeeze in his tight embrace before relaxing into a much more stable slumber. ‘Gracias por todo mi amor.’)

George:

Impeccable skill of just falling asleep wherever and whenever. Before the two of you got close and started sharing a bed together, he really left his sleep schedule up to fate. He’d find a comfy spot and crash there for a few hours till he was awoken and would just repeat that a few hours later. Now that he has you, he makes more of an effort to stay awake during the day so he can sleep through the night next to your side. It more or less works, but occasionally he’ll have slept during the day and he wakes up in the middle of the night. As “punishment”, he sentences himself to waiting it out instead of getting up to do something because he truly wants to keep going to bed with you.

Not big on contact, likes having his space when he’s sleeping. Cuddling is nice every once in a while, but he prefers being able to breathe a little bit when falling asleep. He does, however, actively make the choice to hold your hand while he slips into slumberville. His grip isn’t too strong, nor is it very light, but a gentle mix between the two to try and remind you how much he loves you. You’ll wake up before him and his hand will still be holding yours, pulled to his chin as he sleeps. His breath fans your knuckles slowly, face eased of any stress, absolutely content.

George bathes…… probably. I’m just kidding, he fluctuates between bathing at night or in the morning because he just goes through phases of forgetting to when the time comes. His little mushroom home doesn’t come with a bathroom, seeing as its wholly empty (please if anyone has housing information on George or like. Any character at all please inform me please i beg-), so he’s limited to getting clean at a friend’s or your house. Typically yours. He keeps all of his valuables at your place once you start letting him sleep over there, tucking his clothes into your closet or in your dresser when he thinks you aren’t looking, leaving a toothbrush and his soap in your bathroom, hanging his armor up on an empty armor stand you have tucked away, all due to his inability to straight out ask if he can live with you.

It’s not like he doesn’t want to live with you, he practically does anyways, but there’s something in him that worries that you won’t like him if you’re forced to live with him permanently. He knows it can become… a bit much when you have to be around someone 24/7, but doesn’t realize that you pretty much already are around each other 24/7 lmao.

It takes a while but eventually he settles down and over dinner suggest that maybe you two should take it to the next level. His face is flushed pink and he keeps switching which leg he has crossed, but he takes your hand and quietly asks if he could start living with you. It’s a surprisingly sweet moment, even with your confusion (thinking you already DID live together), and of course you say yes.

He looks so relieved when you accept, and is kinda like, “I know this will be a difficult process but I’m very excited to become closer with you.” and then nothing changes ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

(It’s on the walk home when George finally processes that he now lives with you. It feels heavy on his heart, a mix of nervousness and excitement that makes him swallow hard and tighten his fingers around yours.

This isn’t the first time he’s spent the night at your place, nor is it the first time he’s crawled into bed with you and slept next to just because you let him, but it is his first night actually living with you. The moment feels brand new, as if it’s his first time visiting your house all over again.

He begins to wonder if maybe this was a mistake, maybe he’s moved too fast and maybe your regretting letting him live with you already and- He takes a hurried look at your face. You look… unbothered. Happy, even.

There’s this half hidden smile on your face that soothes his anxieties, drawing out his own fragile smile. He can’t wait to live with you.)

Bad:

Mmmmm, big man warm. A natural heat machine, no need for lots of blankets or heavier pajamas, Bad will take care of all your cold problems. Every night after you finish your shared nightly routine, you curl up in his arms, immediately becoming over come with his toasty embrace. It like when you get clothes out of the drier and just hug them to your chest, the warm, clean, smell good experience that Bad also delivers.

He’s got a pretty ingrained nightly schedule that he sticks to, and he always invites you to join him after you finish up dinner. It starts by cleaning up the house a little, washing the dishes, setting aside clothes for the next day, taking a quick bath, brushing his teeth, reading a few chapters from a new book he’s picked up, and then settling down to go to bed. He won’t push you to do it with him, but he does try to incorporate you into his routine when he can. Usually it’s just by doing something small, like reading together or massaging your shoulders, but sometimes he’ll ask you to join him when he bathes.

Bad bathes pretty often, always at night, and using a nice smelling soap that he makes himself. Like what was said above, he’ll sometimes ask you to join him when bathing. It’s not ever for any naughty means, but because he sees bathing as a very intimate and vulnerable activity for you to share. He won’t push it, understanding that it can be overwhelming to be so open, but if you do choose to join him, he’s so gentle with you. His hands are worked and calloused, but they’re soft when they run soap through your hair, his nails lightly scratching your scalp and running down the back of your neck. He practically purrs when you return the favor, giggling as your hands brush sensitive spots around his sides. Afterwards he becomes so cuddly and attached to your side, you fall asleep with him curled up on YOUR chest, trapped under him.

That being said, most nights he takes to being the big spoon. It’s more for convenience sake, seeing as he’s a good few feet taller than you are, but he also can appreciate being held and loved on after harsher days. He’s a lot like a weighted blanket, a nice heavy weight that keeps you warm and makes you feel loved <3 love this guy.

Unfortunately (or fortunately, depending on how you look at it), you sometimes have.... Visitors. Bad is a hub for the homeless, bored, and nutty members of the smp. They flock to him like birds to the elderly, which means you have “children” to take care of for a day or two at a time :/. Dream and George aren’t regulars, per say, but Bad has a room set aside for either of them when they come over. To their credit, they do try to be polite when they come over, and will help in cooking dinner or cleaning up. Skeppy, however, is unlike Dream or George, in that he’s more of a third partner in your and Bad’s relationship.

Skeppy up and appears at random, no announcement, and makes himself comfortable any place where Bad is. Be it at your home or his, Skeppy eats your food, lounges on your furniture, hell, he even sleeps with you and Bad at night. You two share Bad’s chest whenever Skeppy is over. It’s so jarring at first, having to deal with having another boyfriend (because Skeppy will consider you to be apart of the thrupple after introductions), but he usually only stays for like 3 days before leaving to do whatever else he has planned. You don’t know if you should be worried or upset or what, but after a while it becomes kinda nice to have him around.

All in all Bad is great to sleep with <3

(Bad blows the lantern out on his bedside counter, shuffling under the cover beside you once the room was fully dark. You slung an arm over his chest instinctively, cuddling up into his side when his arm pulled up around your back and held you even closer.

You shivered pleasantly when he gently pressed a kiss into your hair, becoming sleepier and sleepier with each rise and fall of his wide chest. He sighs quietly and squeezes you, murmuring softly to you as you both fell asleep. “Goodnight, sweetheart. Sleep well.”)

Have a good evening! Do something nice for yourself tonight. You deserve it.

#mcyt x reader #dsmp x reader #c: george #c: quackity #c: badboyhalo #georgenotfound x reader #quackity x reader #badboyhalo x reader #hc: and there was only one bed (affectionate)#woof #sorry this took so long to get out guys ^^;#lets hope pt.3 won't take as long!

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The Best Christmas

Based Off Of These Asks since there are so many...I had to make a whole tag for them.

A/N: I hope everyone had a great day!! Here is my little gift to you guys...some fluffy Christmas smut!! The smut is there and filthy, but I couldn't not give y'all some of the fluffy feels...I just couldn't help myself, so I hope it doesn't suck lol. Also, I’m adding this to A Series of Firsts...Enjoy🙃❤️

Even though this Christmas was a bit bittersweet since neither you nor Harry could spend the holiday with your families, it still managed to make its way to the top of you and Harry’s “Best Christmases” lists. Why? Because it was the very first Christmas you and Harry spent together since the beginning of your relationship. Sure the milestone came about by means of a global pandemic and yes the both of you wished that you could be with your families. But you and Harry were very willing and able to put all of that aside and focus on the positive that is your first Christmas together. Now since you two were living together for the past year (or however long this pandemic has been raging on), and it was your first Christmas, you and Harry made sure to pull out all the stops when it came to decorations and holiday activities. Well it was more so you than Harry on the excitement, but you were more than willing to include him.

Harry had a little bit of an extended break from filming, so once production wrapped for the remaining part of the year, the holidays officially began for you two and it started at the tree farm where you and Harry picked out the best tree you could find for your home. It took a little bit of bickering, a couple pouts here and there, along with some kisses, but the two of you were able to find and agree on the perfect tree. Along with said tree, you also bought tons of decorations for the house. And by tons, you meant tons. There were enough decorations to not only decorate your house, but yours along with someone else’s. While Harry called it crazy and overboard, you called it being festive and in the holiday spirit. And that’s all you really cared about along with essentially making the house a Christmas wonderland because you knew that no matter how much he teased you for it, Harry loved and thought that it was cute, overboard and all.

In the few days leading up to the 25th, you and Harry spent your time binge watching just about every Christmas movie on the planet, dancing around the house to your favorite Christmas music, and baking until you both were in sugar induced comas. Along with taking part in the happy festivities of the season, you and Harry also spent time talking to your families and trying your best at making up for the lack of your physical presence. And while you two were incredibly happy to be having your first Christmas together, it still stung to be away from your families for the first time, especially under these circumstances. But despite this bump in the road, you and Harry remembered the one thing that always got you both through any situation that wasn’t what you’d hoped. You two remembered that you had each other. And that with each other, you were going to have the best Christmas.

And when the day arrived, it really was the best.

For starters, you and Harry had the best morning sex ever. Aside from enjoying the seasons festivities together, you and Harry were also enjoying the continued stream of sex. It was absolute bliss to wake up on Christmas morning, nestled deep into the warm covers and tangled up with your lover. Add a round of slow, passionate, soft, and absolutely lazy morning sex into the mix and you were in heaven. And that was the perfect description of you and Harry’s morning. The both of you lazily moved with and against each other as you moaned into each others mouths and brung each other to your releases. It was absolutely amazing and the perfect way to start your day together.

“Merry Christmas baby” You hum softly, bringing your mouth to his for another kiss.

“Merry Christmas bub” He hums back to you with a sleepy smile spread across his face, closing the gap between your mouths. It was only supposed to be one kiss. But given the fact that it was you and Harry, on top of the fact that it was a milestone in your relationship, that kiss quickly escalated to another round of lazy morning sex which unsurprisingly topped the first round. The both of you were already incredibly sensitive from the first time so when you two went at it again, you and Harry exploded around each other.

After regaining the feeling in your lower halves, you and Harry begrudgingly pull yourselves from the warm and toasty bed, throwing the clothes that were strewn about from the night before back on and heading downstairs to call your families and then exchange the gifts you’d gotten for each other. Since it was a bit late in the morning in Los Angeles and there was a sizable time difference between there and London, when the two of you made your calls, the evening had already rolled around back home. But that didn’t stop either of you from gluing yourselves to your computer screens. It was just so nice to talk to your friends and family back home and have that connection even though you were so many miles apart. After talking and catching up with everyone, you and Harry said your goodbyes along with promises of talking more the next day before hanging up completely, leaving you both alone to get your first Christmas together going. To start things off, the two of you moved on to your gift exchange, which was filled with many pleasant surprises. You’d been giving each other gifts for a good while now and none of them topped the ones you’d gotten for each other this year. All of them were absolutely amazing and incredibly thoughtful, and the both of you prided yourselves on giving thoughtful gifts. While Harry gave you all of the gifts he’d gotten for you, you gave all of yours but one. It was special and you were saving it for later on.

But until then, you and Harry decided to have a Christmas themed spa day. After making breakfast, the two of you did everything from taking a warm bubble bath that had a strong and welcomed scent of sweet candy cane, to giving each other facials. The two of you even gave each other Christmas themed nails and had a little competition on who gave the best ones. And in the midst of all of this, the two of you were happily drinking the wine you loved so much while watching your all time favorite Christmas movies (rewatching them because they were just that good), randomly stopping every once in a while for a spontaneous round of sex. It wouldn’t be a Harry and Y/n Christmas if there was no random sex. You just couldn’t keep your hands off of each other. It’d either start off with a kiss that sucked you and Harry down the rabbit hole of pleasure beyond compare or it’d be a simple proposition that neither of you could deny. Either way, the sex was absolutely amazing every single time.

As the day lingered on, the pampering came to a nice end, (Harry won the nails competition and the both of you had the softest skin in the world), the Christmas movies had ended, and there was only a little less than half a bottle of wine left from the two bottles. The evening was finally coming around for you and Harry and it was getting closer and closer to the end when you would give him his final gift of the day. After taking a little nap to curb the headache that was forming for you both from all the wine, you and Harry made yourselves Christmas dinner for two and completely devoured it before going back upstairs to get ready for bed. The two of you were already on the same page for this process because once you hit the top of the steps you and Harry went right into getting another bubble bath ready. You chose a different scent from the last time, still in the Christmas realm, and you relit the candles that were burning a bit earlier. Once the bathroom is transformed into an aromatic oasis, you and Harry remove all of your clothing and sink down into the warm water and bubbles.

“Today was a good day.” Harry sighs behind you, breaking the silence and wrapping his arms around your middle, pulling you tighter against him.

“It was.” You reply happily. “First Christmas together, success.” You continue on.

“It was amazing.” He reminisces, bringing his head down to press a kiss to your temple. “Can’t wait to spend so many more with you baby.” He whispers happily.

“Me neither.” You reply excitedly, pulling yourself out from his grip and slowly turning around to straddle his lap. “But nothing will beat our first.” You continue, wrapping your arms around his neck and bringing your fingers to the hair on the back of his neck.

“And this is just be beginning of all the first Christmases we’re gonna have lovie.” He says, causing your mind to immediately flicker to your future together and all of the firsts he was talking about.

“I can’t wait.” You whisper as you smile down at him, your voice filled with contentment and happiness from today and for the future.

“I love you.” Harry says, wrapping is arms around your lower back.

“I love you more.” You reply, bringing your mouth down to his for a sweet kiss. When your lips connect, sparks go off in your bodies. It was a very familiar feeling to you both but it was also a bit rare of a feeling too. Whenever you and Harry touched or kissed there was always a similar feeling to this one. But this feeling the two of you felt in this moment was ten times the normal feeling. Maybe it was the underlying conversation you two were having about your future together or something, you weren’t completely sure. What you do know is that you never wanted to depart from this feeling. You wanted to relish in it and never let it go. Luckily for you, being with Harry meant that you were going to be feeling this way many more times going forward.

As the kiss continues on, you and Harry begin to softly move yourselves against each other, getting yourselves a little riled up. When you feel Harry’s cock beginning to harden beneath you, you pull your lips away from his a little.

“I have another present for you.” You mumble against his lips.

“What is it?” He questions, tightening his arms around you.

“If I told you right now it wouldn’t be a surprise. But if we get out of here I can give it to you.” You barter.

“Let’s get out of here then.” He agrees excitedly, loosening his arms from around you. The two of you then step out of the tub and right into the fluffy bathrobes your mom sent over for you and Harry.

“Now you go in there and wait for me on the bed and I’ll be in shortly.” You explain.

“Don’t be too long.” He pouts down at you before pressing a wet kiss to your forehead and walking out of the bathroom and into the bedroom, leaving you alone to change. As soon as the door closes behind him, you go straight to the cabinet underneath the sink to reveal the box you’d hidden under there the day before. You quickly pull it out and you sit it on the counter before lifting the lid to reveal the lingerie you’d bought for the occasion. Since Harry loved seeing you in it and ripping it off of you, it was the perfect gift to give him. Especially the set you’d picked out. To stay in the Christmas spirit, you bought a sexy Santa lingerie set for him. Now there were many sets out there for you to choose from, but there was one that was just perfect and it was definitely something that Harry would love. There wasn’t much to it, only satin and a little white fur to really give it that Santa feel. It was ruby red and barely there with bows covering both of your nipples, and one covering your folds. There were small ties on the sides of your panties that could and would be snapped by Harry in an instant and there was a little fur lining at the top hem of the tiny panties and the top edges of the barely there cups of your bra. There was an underwire for a little support but the only fabric was the fur and the four sort of thick satin bands that formed the bow right at your nipples. It was absolutely perfect and you thought you looked amazing in it.You do a final once over in the mirror, adjusting the lingerie on your body and pulling the Santa hat onto your head. Once you’re completely done, you take a deep breath and you open the door to enter the bedroom.

When you walk in, you see Harry sitting at the edge of the bed waiting for you, he didn’t even bother to change out of the robe. When he sees you step out of the bathroom, his jaw drops right to the floor. Harry was so glad the lamp on the bedside table was turned on because he needed to see all of you right now. You looked absolutely phenomenal in the lingerie. The material wrapped around your body perfectly and it accentuated your features. And per usual, there was so much to take in and Harry was in sensory overload with it all. He was literally drooling at the sight of you. The lingerie wasn't the present, the present was you.

“Santa, baby, I just want daddy to fuck me so bad.” You say in an innocent tone as you get even closer to Harry. “That’s all I want for Christmas. I just want daddy to fuck me nice and hard and dirty.” You continue as you climb into his lap. When you do this, Harry stops breathing for a second. He was so overwhelmed from how hard he was now and from how good you looked and from what you said that he forgot how to breathe. “Can I have that Santa?” You pout, moving yourself around in his lap to tease him a little. When you do this, Harry snaps out of his trance and quickly lifts you both up from the edge before throwing you back down onto the middle of the bed.

“You just can’t get enough huh?” He asks, swiftly undoing the robe and shrugging it from his shoulders before crawling on top of you. “Always wanting daddy t’fuck you.” He chuckles, taking in your appearance below him. “You should be glad that Santa and daddy are the same person doll.” He teases before pulling at the ties to undo them, tossing the garment behind him. He then grips onto your forearms, quickly pulling you up and reaching a hand behind you to undo the bra, tossing it in the same direction as the panties once it’s off your body, leaving you in just the Santa hat that was on your head. Instead of taking your naked body in before digging into you, Harry just digs in. He pushes your legs farther apart before leaning down between them to lick a wide stripe up your already sticky folds, spitting down onto you on his way back up. Harry then wraps a hand around his girthy shaft and gives himself a few tugs before moving to hover over you, resting his forehead right against yours. “I love it when my presents are fuckable.” He whispers as he lines himself up with your entrance and begins to push into you.

“Yes daddy! Your cock f-“ You moan loudly as your eyes roll back, as you immediately reach up to claw at his bicep as he sheathes his large member with your walls. Even after so many rounds on and off throughout the day, you never failed to be stunned at how good it felt for him to be inside you.

“M’gonna fuck you so good baby.” He grunts as he pushes the last bit of his cock up into you. “Gonna fuck you real good.” He breathes out to you. And without wasting any time, Harry begins to piston his hips into you, pushing himself into you as deep as possible. The both of you were moaning messes, enjoying the pleasure that came from Harry’s thrusts. Harry felt right at home from the way your warm walls were gripping onto his cock. No matter how many times he fucked into you, Harry would always consider your walls to be magical. You were always tight, warm, and wet for him; absolutely perfect. As he continued to slam into your cunt, you were falling apart. It felt so good to have him pounding into you like this. It was quick and it was dirty. Harry was continuously and deliciously slamming his cock up into you while you cried out and withered below him from the pleasure. You were getting exactly what you’d asked for.

The room was filled with your combined moans and cries as Harry continued on slamming into you. The only other sound in the room was the wet sound of his cock moving in and out of your drenched pussy. When his hips begin to slow down and he starts to push and hold his cock inside of you, that was the signal that he was nearing his release. As he did this, you too were rapidly approaching your release. You could feel his cock digging into your sweet spot and you could also feel the curly hairs around his cock pushing back and forth against your tingling clit.

“Need t’cum daddy!” You cry as you try and connect your mouth with his, beginning to become overwhelmed with your need to let go around him.

“Cum with me sweetheart.” He slurs, feeling the warmth from his release beginning to flood his entire body. “I got you another present too doll.” He grunts as he delivers a final thrust between your legs, shoving his cock all the way up into the deepest part of your pussy, catapulting you both right over the edge and into your blissful releases. “It may arrive a bit late though” He chuckles though his labored breaths as he continues to flood your walls with his cum. And as he lets go, you let go as well, squirting all over him, getting not only his lower stomach wet but the sheets below you two wet as well.

Once the two of you are completely done, Harry slowly pulls out of you, triggering the thick stream of his cum to begin pouring out of you and onto the wet sheets below. He quickly reaches over to turn the light out and collapses right onto the bed next to you, making to throw an arm around your waist.

“Maybe next Christmas we can work on your present.” You hum, feeling yourself beginning to doze off.

“That sounds like a plan.” Harry readily and happily agrees before shifting closer to and following after you and drifting off to sleep.

Even though your first Christmas together wasn’t under the best of circumstances, it was still one of the best. All you needed was each other. And once you had that, everything was bound to be perfect.

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A Wife for Thor Pt.13

12/12/2020

The Honeymoon’s Not Over

Pairing: King!Thor x Reader Word Count: 5,309

Warnings: jealousy, slight angst, light smut, language, talks of pregnancy

A/N: I’m sorry these are taking longer. My grandparents are living with me for a few months and these are going to get a little slower now that they’re here. I hope you enjoy it! If you have a favorite part, let me know what it is! I’d love to hear. If you happen to reblog, thanks so much for helping me spread my work! xoxo

Please DO NOT repost my stories on any other blogs or sites.

REBLOGS are always welcome!

Not knowing what to expect from a marriage to a veritable stranger is predictable. Of course, you’re not going to know what’s to come when you don’t know the man you’ve agreed to marry.

Apart from the responsibilities of the throne you’ve chosen to sit upon, and the obligations you have to provide the kingdom with an heir, the marriage you have chosen for yourself was entered into blindly.

You knew absolutely nothing about Thor when you agreed to marry him. You knew a little bit more by the time you stood directly opposite him and said your vows.

Now, after spending time with him in the company of his comrades, his friends, you know what Thor sounds like when he busts a gut. You see the twinkle in his one eye when they all sit around the living room reminiscing about battles won.

You see sadness over their losses, and the loyalty of his friendship. You see the weight they all carry on their shoulders to give this world its best chance against all forms of threat.

Most of all, you know how proud Thor is to have you by his side. At every moment possible, he’s pulled you into their games and conversations. He’s invited Tony to give you a tour of the compound and Bruce had tagged along and whispered to you smaller things that Tony conveniently left out because they weren’t things for him to boast about.

As the night went on, the Avengers told you their farewells and those that lived outside of the compound took their leave. They told you it was so nice to meet you, shook your hand—or hugged you as was the case with Wanda, Nat, and Steve—and then made you promise to stop by again and stay for longer than a day.

“We’ll make a real vacation of it, I assure you,” Thor promises Bucky who has taken a shine to you more enthusiastically than you thought he would.

Since you made your opinions on Loki clear, he’s been much more eager to speak with you and exchange ideas on more than just overlooking the troubled pasts of people desperate to make a change.

By one o’clock in the morning, Tony and Bruce are the only two left in the living room.

Bruce sits at the edge of the sofa, his glasses balanced at the end of his nose as he scrolls through large amounts of text and numbers on a sleek black tablet.

Tony has taken over the corner of the sectional, his phone pressed to his ear again as he yawns but resists sleep.

You hear him say Pepper’s name and a quick acknowledgement that he misses her when you decide that maybe it’s time to give them their privacy.

You rise slowly, Thor back in the main common room where you’d all eaten dinner, talking to Loki or Hilde on his own phone to keep up with what’s happening back home.

Bruce notices, not as invested in his reading as you’d thought.

“I think I’m gonna head to bed.” You admit, gesturing over your shoulder towards the other room.

“Oh, okay. Have a good night. I think Tony has breakfast set up for eight o’clock tomorrow morning so, the others will be back by then. I think?”

Bruce turns towards Tony who has his legs folded up on the seat, his hand combing through the back of his head as a sappy grin overtakes his face.

“Hey, breakfast at eight, right? Tomorrow morning?” Bruce asks, reaching over to place his hand on the seat of the sofa to attempt and get his attention.

“Hold on, Pep, there’s some weird old man trying to ask me something. I think if I ignore him long enough, he’ll leave me alone.” Tony mutters, loud enough for everyone to hear but muffled enough to make it clear that you’re not supposed to.

From the other end of the phone, you hear a clearly amused female voice speak back, “Be nice. He’s trying to be accommodating for Thor’s wife.”

He throws his hand back towards Bruce and waves his hand at him in clear dismissal.

Bruce sighs and gives you an apologetic smile, but you’re smiling from ear to ear.

“Sorry. Just to be safe, we’ll say eight o’clock.”

“Thanks, Bruce. For the tour and everything.”

“Yeah, no problem.” Bruce nods.

“Good night. Good night, Tony.” You call at him pointedly.

Tony makes a point to look back at you, fixing you with a buttery smile, “Goodnight, Cherub.”

You scoff, laughing a little, but give them a wave and move into the common room.

Thor’s back is tense, and it makes you worry.

Despite the conversation you’d overheard in the kitchen, you’re more confident now than before that Thor is devoted to you.

Because it’s in his touch. It’s in his gaze. It’s in the way he pulls you into his side when the others teased you about now being obligated to be an Avenger and the consequent terror that filled your eyes.

“A jest, my sweet.” Thor had whispered, then chuckled with the others.

He’d promised to tell you about this threat when the two of you were alone, but you’re so exhausted and as much as you want to go over and demand he fill you in now, you turn down the long hallway and pass two or three doorways before you reach the bedrooms.

The first door on the left is Thor’s and you slip in quietly, hoping not to interrupt Thor’s phone call.

It’s toasty warm inside. You peel off your clothes and despite wanting to just snuggle into bed, you make your way into the bathroom and the deep tub is long and wide enough for two people.

You flip on the shower instead, the water burning hot and as it glides down along your skin it summons goosebumps as the cold is chased away.

You hadn’t realized how chilly the compound is until now, and wonder if the Avengers are just hot natured. It would be weird for all of them to be like that, but if the ones with powers are like Thor, then maybe they all run a little hotter?

A tickle around your arms, just above your elbows, coaxes your eyes back open.

You hadn’t even realized you were falling asleep. Looking down you see two sets of large familiar fingers.

The hands they’re attached to turn you around and pull you close until Thor’s lips press down against yours, pushing you even further into peaceful bliss.

He opens his mouth wide, coaxing your own to respond as his tongue delves hungrily into your mouth.

You’re slow to respond, so tired but eager and pleased with the affection.

Thor’s knee nudges against the inner part of your thigh and you take a step, but he catches it as you do, and he lifts it up against his hip.

Water rains down along your naked bodies and Thor slides into you slowly.

You moan, low and sweet. Quiet and pleased but lazy.

“Thor…” You whimper, wrapping your arms around his shoulders as he dips down to nibble at your throat.

He pumps in and out so deliciously slow that the stretch of him pulls an orgasm from you quickly.

You’re so sensitive at the moment. You go limp in his arms, and he adjusts to support your body as you relax while he continues to push into you.

He rests your back against the shower wall, hips pulled against his as he fucks you slow. Watching him thrust into you, hips rolling slow, is perfection.

You caress the side of his face and he pulls back to look at you before he kisses you sweetly.

It all feels like a dream, and as he speeds up, you shut your eyes and you’re sent off with another wave of pleasure.

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The morning is toasty. Large warmth wrapped around you.

You twist where he holds you, straining to look at his face which you know like the back of your hand by now. No eyepatch, you reach up to trace the edges of his missing eye.

He croons and curls into your touch, the space gets red and itchy sometimes from wearing the patch all day.

This feeling, this soft glow in your chest, the way it aches and makes you feel like you could fly is something you didn’t know to expect from your marriage.

This iridescence, this shine that grows from your very center to entangle itself around you and Thor.

“Sleep longer,” Thor whispers, his voice deep and gravelly with sleep.

He pulls you closer, large hands splayed against your back as he rubs it several times up and down.

It almost does lure you back to sleep but you force your eyes open.

“We have to go down for breakfast. Everyone will be waiting.”

“Mmmmmm,” Thor protests.

No, he’s straight up whining. Tightening his hold, you groan as he squeezes. Any harder and he’ll crack your back.

“Thor,” You insist, and after a bit he opens his eye and peeks at your face before shutting it again.

“I do not appreciate early mornings when I am supposed to be enjoying uninterrupted time with my new wife.”

“You’re the one that brought us here!” The chuckle that slips through your lips is unintentional, but he’s so cute all pouty.

“It doesn’t matter,” He frowns, “I am King. Things should go my way.”

“Well, excuse me Your Majesty. Should I go tell the Avengers that they need to reschedule breakfast until you’re ready to wake up?”

“Yes,” When you start to move, he shoots up, tackling you to the bed and pinning your arms over your head as you laugh. “Wait, I don’t want you to leave the bed.”

“How the hell else am I supposed to go tell them then?”

“I suppose we can’t make them wait. I am so glad that we’ve still got a few days left to spend at your home. I want to make sure we go back to the palace with my child firmly planted in your womb.” He gushes and even though the words aren’t exactly dirty, it’s got your core throbbing and aching for more of what you think happened last night.

“Did we make love last night?” You really don’t know if it was just a dream or not.

It was all so sleepy, the memory like smoke. It could very well have been a wet dream.

“Don’t you remember?”

“Kinda. I was so tired.”

The amused curve of Thor’s lips give you the confirmation you need, “Yes, you were very tired. I had to catch you after your second climax. You fell asleep just as I also reached mine.”

“I don’t remember,” You confess, trying hard to remember what happened after your eyes shut.

You vaguely remember feeling supportive hands on the back of your head and back.

The soft mattress of his bed supporting you as he placed you on it?

“I’m not allowed to get drunk or to get really tired around you anymore. I hate not remembering my nights with you.”

He settles down on top of you, keeping his weight light and balanced on his side. His hands he brings down along your arms until he has his right cupping the left side of your head while his left hand finds its usual spot on your hip.

“I quite enjoy it when you can’t keep your eyes open. You sang for me on our wedding night.”

His reminder makes you groan and you turn away from him but he catches your lips in a kiss before you can turn away fully.

Thor gives you a good morning. A very good morning.

You both shuffle out into the common room where you’d had dinner last night with wide smiles, playful chuckling, and completely satisfied.

Both of you are so into what the other is saying or doing with their hands that you don’t really hear the murmur of conversation by the long table.

“When we get back, we should break in that bench in your backyard.” Thor whispers.

“Are you joking? That thing is gonna leave so many marks on my body. No way.”

“Come on, I’ll put a blanket, and you can be on top.” He presses his lips right up against your ear as he seduces you, but you’re stronger than that...maybe.

“Mmm, that’s really tempting there, Your Majesty,” you tease, reaching up to tug on his ear until he meets your lips in a quick peck.

It’s noisy and it smacks. So loud in fact, that you two finally notice the way the murmur of voices has disappeared and turned into silence.

Both of you stop, searching ahead for what might have caused the sudden death of conversation and at first don’t see anything.

Well, you don’t see anything.

“Good morning, everyone. What’s-is everything okay?” You ask, finding Steve’s face as he stands with his arms crossed across his chest, looking at you and Thor with his chin tucked in a bit.

He looks pensive and worried.

A quick look at Natasha and Wanda tells you that they’re worried for you for some reason. Both of them sitting at the edge of their seats.

Beside you, Thor has gone stiff.

“Thor?” You look at him, not sure why and search his face to see if there might be a clue but his eye is lasered in across the room and you follow his gaze.

You’re still not quite certain what he sees until movement on the furthest seat of the table draws your attention to a small brunette, with peachy skin, rosy cheeks, and bright brown eyes.

She’s so nervous that she’s almost clumsy, pushing her long hair over her shoulder, her lips quivering into a smile and then back into a straight line several times before they settle into a teeny uncertain curve of her lips.

Pink lips. Not chapped. Perfectly proportioned so that both lips are the exact same thickness.

“Jane…” Thor says, almost like it’s a realization.

“Oh,” Your voice is more timid than you expected it to come out if you ever came face to face with this woman. “That’s Jane.”

You’re suddenly really sad you never Googled her so that you’d at least have been prepared for the absolute petite beauty that she is.

Thor’s head whips towards you and he blinks, mouth opening as he searches for the words.

“I-we-er-I mean...This-this is my wife,” He introduces you breathlessly.

Clearly seeing her has caught him by as much surprise as you. Maybe more.

“Queen of Asgard,” he gives her your full name.

In Asgardian tradition, since Thor doesn’t technically have a last name in the traditional sense like humans do, you’ve kept your own.

“Right,” Jane shuts her eyes, claps her hands gently then nods slowly. “Right, of course. You’re King now! RIght. Your Majesties.”

Her greeting is simple and she even gives a quick somewhat off balance curtsy, probably from her nerves.

“Oh, that’s-”

Thor takes your hand, pulling you just a smidge more into his side, cutting off your protest to her curtsy.

“Thank you for that,” Thor tells her, nodding once. “None of these rascals bothered to bow to my new Queen.”

There’s something odd about Thor’s voice that you’ve never heard before. An anger. Subdued rage. Surprise too. His own sprinkle of nerves thrown in there as well.

You steal a glance up at his face and find a tightness around his eyes as he then drops your hand to slip it around your shoulders.

“What are you doing here?” He asks her, and the Avengers take this as their cue to rise from their spots and move into the living room or the kitchen.

Jane comes around the table, stopping a few feet away from the two of you.

Their eyes are locked on each other, her pretty browns and Thor’s one electric blue.

The silence, though it lasts only a quick three seconds, is endless. Instantly you’re an intruder and you spot Bruce peeking from the kitchen. He makes eye contact with you and there’s a beckoning from him, a promise of safety and sanctuary in this super fucked situation you find yourself in and you pull out from Thor’s arm and nearly scamper into the kitchen but a large hand wraps around your wrist gently, pulling to stop you from moving.

“Where are you going?” Thor’s face has softened, all tension leaving his beautiful face as he steps towards you to close the distance between your bodies.

It’s still respectful, a good two feet between you as opposed to the narrow six inches he’s kept you in all week.

Something tells you that he’s also keeping you at arms’ length because Jane is right there and it’s only been at most, two weeks since he ended things with her.

“I was going to give you two some space.” You whisper, though Jane is literally right there, so she can hear you.

“Oh, you don’t have to-” She starts, but Thor cuts her off, almost as if he can’t hear her.

“You do not have to give us space, cherub. You are right where you should be, at my side.” Thor doesn’t bother to whisper, but it’s clear in the volume of his voice that his words are meant only for you.

“It feels weird…” You whisper more quietly that it makes Thor move closer and lean his head down.

“It shouldn’t,” He reaches up to stroke your cheek, and you can’t help but peek at Jane.

She’s watching the two of you, her eyes darting away and back and away again, a fleeting look of confusion on her pretty face.

You reach around Thor’s side and give his side a little pinch to bring his attention back to Jane.

“She’s waiting,” you inform him, and flick your head in her direction before turning to face her again, planting yourself beside Thor just as he wants.

“Right,” Thor agrees, then wraps his arm right back around your shoulders. “What brings you to the compound, Jane? I can’t imagine anything would get you out of the desert with what you showed me last time I was there.”

Your heart gives an upsetting lurch at the reminder to Thor’s and Tony’s conversation last night, but you simply lean into Thor’s side some more, pushing down your insecurities for now.

“Yeah, um...I was in the lab when a weird energy spike completely threw off my sensors. It fried my stabilizer. So, I checked with NASA and UNOOSA, CNSA, SUPARCO, and a whole bunch of other contacts at various space agencies around the world and all of them also had similar readings. Not as strong, but they all swear that they don’t have anything in orbit or out in that quadrant. Given the strength of the surge, I contacted Tony to let him know so that he could get word to you but then he told me that you’d be here this week for a day, so I...I decided to stop by and tell you myself.”

She smiles, just a quick awkward little thing, at you and then at Thor.

Thor’s mind processes what she just told him as quickly as it can while you steal a glance at the kitchen again where Tony is peeking out this time.

“To be fair, I didn’t know you were going to be so nice.” He tells you, unapologetic that his words will reach all ears in all three rooms.

He quickly ducks out when you frown at him, leaving Bruce peeking out behind him who then panics and also pulls himself back out of sight.

What you can infer from his words is that he’d invited her to come when he’d known that you and Thor would be on your honeymoon in an attempt to get them back together?

As you look back to Jane who stands there staring at Thor with those stupid big brown eyes, you wonder if she knew Tony’s plans and that’s why she’s here.

“What’s the trajectory of the energy you found? What’s it heading towards?” Thor wonders, taking a half step forward, dropping his arm from your shoulders.

Your mind goes into a sudden frenzy as you, like him, put two and two together quickly.

“The threat?” You guess, stepping away from him but also moving around so that you can look at him and speak a little more face-to-face with him and Jane too.

You’d completely forgotten about the damn threat! You’d been so seduced and tired last night that you passed out. Then Thor woke you up so sweetly with more seduction that you’ve put the secret threat Thor has been trying to hide from you out of your mind.

His furrowed brow, large biceps bulging as he crosses his arms across his chest, betray his guilt at having kept it from you. But the two of you know that you have no time to dwell on petty arguments, so you table the argument you’d planned on having last night for another time.

“Could that be it?” You push, looking to Jane who looks a little confused by the tension in both your and Thor’s bodies.

“It might be.”

“What threat?” Jane wonders.

“What’s the matter, Cherub? What’s got you all worried?” Tony shuffles over, probably having heard the bit about the threat.

You give him a quick glance before you look at Jane, “What kind of energy reading was it? Cosmic? Solar? Celestial?”

All of the Avengers who had begun to make their way back into the common room for breakfast along with Thor, Tony, and Jane stop to look at you, several of them with mouths open and in complete surprise.

The silence is deafening, pressing in on you from every direction. Thor takes a step towards you and seems to be the only one unphased by your question.

“I don’t know that Jane would be able to determine the type of energy at this distance.” And yet, he turns to look at her once he’s spoken. “Jane?”

She blinks, still completely in shock by your knowledge, “Uh, I might be able to find a way to determine...how do you know about-?”

“As soon as Thor formally asked me to marry him I started to make a list of things that would probably be good to know in my position. Loki helped me um…” Wait, shoot...maybe you shouldn’t be so open with them?

“The weird sister helped you what?” Tony asks, casual disdain in his voice for the younger Asgardian prince.

You frown at him.

“Nevermind.” You cross your arms across your chest and sit down on the seat right behind you.

“He didn’t mean that, cherub.” Thor cuts in, moving towards you he pulls the seat beside you out to sit down, facing you. “Isn’t that right, Stark?”

“No.” You frown, really not liking the way some of them seem to really hate Loki.

Part of you knows that you can’t blame them. Loki did a lot of bad the last time he was here for an extended period of time.

He killed a lot of people and wreaked havoc on New York. They have every right to be angry at him. Even though you know this, you can’t find yourself letting them get away with their open hatred for him in front of you.

Thor looks at Tony with a pleading, his large hands on your knees as he strokes your legs softly to try and soothe you.

You see Tony roll his eyes from the corner of your own and with a silent exasperated sigh, he throws his hands out in front of him to physically push away his words.

“Alright, you’re right. I’m sorry. He’s made amends, right? He’s spent the time since he came back doing right by those people that he hurt. You’re right.” The longer Tony speaks, the more it looks like it physically hurts him to say sorry.

“Wait, you actually like Loki?” Jane asks, her smile in slight disbelief.

“Didn’t he save your life before?” You throw at her, having heard all about her infection by the Aether and how she’d helped Thor save many worlds.

It’s intimidating and not a story you’d easily forget.

At the time, you’d wondered how you’re ever going to compare to that. She’s helped Thor save Earth twice. What can you do?

Your words have the desired effect, and she quickly deflates as you meet Thor’s eye and sigh slowly.

“They don’t mean anything by it, cherub,” Thor promises, his voice soft and gentle and soothing.

You see the way Jane’s head twists in your direction at his pet name for you but he reaches up to take hold of your chin and turn your face towards his.

“Loki is lucky to have your loyalty.” He praises, looking genuinely happy about it too, but the smile leaves quickly in favor of his curiosity. “But how did you learn about different types of energy?”

“Loki hacked into the S.H.I.E.L.D. mainframe when I told him that I wasn’t sure that I was up for the task of being Queen and wife of an Avenger since I knew almost nothing about anything. I-I did a lot of reading.” You admit, heart in arrest as you gauge everyone’s reaction to Loki’s deceit. “But he only did it because I was crying and really worried and I was almost having a straight up panic attack, and he wanted to help so he offered me a place to learn and I couldn’t-I didn’t have it in me to say no even when he told me how he was going to get me the info so if you’re going to blame anyone, blame me because I was feeling so inadequate and he was just trying to make me feel better.”

Once again, the room is left in silence, save for Thor who smiles at you and reaches around to grab the back of your neck and give it a gentle squeeze.

“It’s alright. We’re not angry. Any of us, right?” As he looks around at everyone, they all nod quickly, giving you reassuring smiles save for Tony who has his arms crossed over his chest now, hand covering his mouth as he shakes with silent laughter.

“You’re angry?” You ask him, and he startles slightly when he realizes you’re talking to him.

“Me? Oh, no. No, I’m not. I just can’t wait to tell Fury that Loki hacked into his servers.” Tony bursts into laughter and has to turn away from all of you and move back into the kitchen to get a hold of himself.

“I’m sorry.” You repeat, reaching down to take hold of Thor’s hand, “I didn’t want to disappoint you.”

“You could never disappoint me, love. Never.” He smiles at you, then pulls you down to kiss your forehead before rising and moving to stand behind you. “Can you get to work on detecting the type of energy it was that destroyed your instruments?”

Jane straightens up out of her slouched pouting as she realizes that he’s talking to her, “Yes. I can. That’s kind of why I came here, to get some help from Bruce. It could also be gamma, so I wanted to consult with him before I made any decisions.”

Bruce lumbers forward between Nat and Bucky, waving Jane over, “We can go now? I don’t exactly have an appetite at the moment. If you don’t mind?”

“Not at all,” Jane shakes her head and moves for him as he turns to lead the way.

Before she can get too far, she stops and turns to look at you and Thor as he moves back to take his seat next to you, your hands pulled up to his lips.

“Uh, congrats again, both of you,” With a firm nod, she turns and leaves you all to your breakfast.

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“We don’t have to cut our honeymoon short?”

“Definitely not.” Thor frowns, “I would quit my job as King of Asgard if we had to end our private time.”

You smile, despite the pit in your stomach, “You can’t quit, silly.”

“I can. Loki would be more than happy to take over.”

“Well, I won’t let you quit. You’re an amazing King.”

“You’re my wife. You are clearly biased in my favor. I can’t believe a word you say.”

You chuckle at his playful banter, but after a few seconds, your worry for the people of your kingdom takes over.

“But really, Thor. If the threat coming is the same thing that destroyed Jane’s equipment, shouldn’t we go home and, I don’t know, deal with it?”

Thor breathes in deep, considering your words as he finishes pulling off his armor, tossing the last piece onto his red cape leaving him in a plain dark shirt and pants.

In a clear attempt to distract you, he rolls up the sleeves to his elbows, you’d be lying if you said it wasn’t a distraction.

Mmmph!

“I already have Sif and Hilde working on it. Loki is managing things with the palace, beefing up security for when we get there and until Tony and Bruce can come and make their own modifications.”

“Then we can enjoy our last four days?”

“Enjoy them?!” Thor moves to you, slipping his hand down around the waist of your skirt where it intertwines with the lower piece and with a firm tug, he rips through the fabric leaving only the bodice.

You gasp, hand pressed to your chest as you laugh in surprise.

“I’m going to impregnate you in the next four days if it’s the last thing I do.”

Oh my.

“No, turn around for me cherub, so I can finish ripping this dress off of you.” He coaxes you around and leans down to press a kiss to your back, then rips down the back of your bodice with more firm tugs that shake your body.

His lips trail open mouthed kisses down the side of your neck, hands gripping the flesh of your thighs with a possessive squeeze.

Despite your worries, it doesn’t seem like seeing Jane has affected his desire for you in any way. Somehow you’d never believed his devotion to you, until now.

With meeting Jane now that you’re married out of the way, and Thor’s cock still solid as he rutts into you from behind as he strips you, you feel a lot more secure in the emotions and passion you’re able to summon from him.

Almost like he knows you need it, “Tell me you love me, cherub.”

How can he doubt it?

“I love you, puppy.” It just slips out and Thor freezes.

You panic, turning to look at him because you hadn’t meant to say it, and it was something you’d just been calling him in your head in secret because of that look he gives you when he’s begging you to give in for whatever he wants in the moment.

“I’m-” He cuts you off, smashing his mouth down onto you, open wide as he delves into you, tasting you, tongue searching and coaxing.

“Mmmph,” You whimper, wrapping your arms around him to grip the back of his shirt tight.

He suddenly tosses you back onto your bed, pulling his shirt over his head and then shoving his pants down before he grabs your ankles and pulls you towards the edge. With wide splayed out hands he pushes your thighs open and settles between them, two fingers run up along your slick slit making you quiver.

“Tell me again,” he orders, voice so deep you feel it in your toes.

“I love you, pu-AH!”

#king!thor x reader #thor x reader #arranged marriage au #royal au #a wife for thor #marvel faniction #marvel au

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hopingforromanoff · 4 years

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Our Christmas Miracle {N. Romanoff}

Pairing: natasha x reader

Warnings: none

Requests are open (in theory) , so feel free to send in requests and I will do my best to get them posted ASAP.

A/N: Hey guys! It’s been a minute! I’m hoping that I’m in the right head space to come back to tumblr, I can’t make any problems but just know that I’m trying! This is a short little fluffy Christmas piece I wrote, I hope you enjoy it and merry Christmas and happy holidays everyone!

Hope you enjoy!

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“Momma, Mommy, wake up” the pitter patter of bare little feet on the hardwood floor filled the room followed by the sound of heavy paws and the door to your bedroom being slowly pushed open.

The bed shook as the large German Shepherd clumsily threw his hefty body down in between you and Natasha.

“Merry Christmas, Amelia” Natasha smiled at your daughter’s disheveled hair and her Christmas jammies that were just a little too big on her.

“Momma, It’s snowing!” the 4 year old could barely contain her excitement and was practically jumping up and down.

“Is it really?” Natasha flew out of bed and you swore for a second that she was more excited than your daughter.

You groaned and snuggled into Leo’s soft fur, the clock read 6:33 am in bright red letters and you had been up to nearly two making sure everything was perfect for Amelia and it was safe to say you were exhausted.

“Baby, let’s let mommy sleep a little more” Natasha leaned by down to place a gentle kiss on your forehead before guiding the girl from the bedroom.

“Look Mommy, Santa ate all his cookies!” You could hear Amelia exclaim from the kitchen even though the door had been pulled so it was almost closed. A look of confusion crossed your face, you definitely couldn't remember doing that before you went to bed last night. Leo let out a soft cry, placed his head down on the mattress, and gave you an oh so guilty look; You just knew that someone was going to have a stomach ache later.

After both Natasha and Amelia were suspiciously quiet for too long, you managed to pull yourself from yourself from the bed. Once you were out of the comfort of the thick blanket, you realized just how cold it was. You quickly pulled on your Grinch pajama pants and fluffy socks, Leo had jumped off the bed to join you, before you ventured into the kitchen, You tightened his matching grinch bandana, you all had a matching set.

“Quick hide, mommy’s coming!” You heard Natasha exclaim loudly so you would hear it followed by quiet whispers and hurried movements.

“Now where are they?” You begin to search high and low in a playful manner, pretending you couldn’t see Amelia’s red polkadot sock sticking out from behind the kitchen counter. Somehow the kitchen that had been close to pristine condition the night before was now an absolute wreck: spoons, bowls and cookie sheets covered much of the counter space and there was what you assumed was a thin layer of flour in certain spots on the floor.

“Mommy! We were trying to bake you cookies before you got up because you work so hard” Amelia jumped off the floor soon if you got close and threw her arms around your waist. You felt very sticky hands grab onto the back of your shirt. Upon further inspection, Amelia had what you assumed was cookie dough all down her shirt and the kitchen counter covered in messed up dough.

She stayed with her arms wrapped around you for a few moments, before her eyes caught the snowflakes falling from the sky out the window behind you.

“Mommy, I wanna build a snowman” you saw the excitement light up in her eyes.

“Okay baby, how about Momma takes you out to play and build a snowman while I finish up these cookies?” Amelia nodded eagerly and hurried off to fetch her winter gear.

“I don’t know if i'm going to be able to save these” you smiled and shook your head, you had attempted to mix the dough but it didn’t want to move and it was clear the ingredients weren't in the right quantities. “Natasha, what the hell happened?” you laughed.

“I told her to add a few things while I ran to the bathroom quickly, and when I got back it was like this” Natasha shrugged and laughed, she realized her mistake as soon as she got back, while heading off to get her own winter coat and gloves.

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After a fresh set of clothes for everyone, the house was toasty warm and the cookies were cooling in the kitchen. As soon as they had gotten in, Amelia was begging to open her presents, and she sat quietly discovering her new toys, every so often sounds of joy and excitement fell from her lips. You and Natasha were sat bundled up tightly on the sofa in a big fluffy blanket, piping hot chocolate in your hand as you enjoyed watching Amelia.

“I actually have one more for you, baby” Your hands shook a little as you placed your hot chocolate down on the coffee table and grabbed a small box wrapped red ribbon that you placed into Natasha’s hand. She took her time taking the wrapping paper off and was careful with the tissue paper inside the box once she had gotten it open, you knew she hated the sound of the paper ripping.

Tears formed in Natasha’s and a few rolled down her cheek, landing on the torn snowman wrapping paper in her lap. After round after round of failed IVF, you were sure that they were happy tears.

Natasha stared at the two pink lines for a few more seconds as her thumb brushed over the tiny Christmas bow fastened to the end of the test, before she looked up at you “You’re pregnant?”

A smile filled your face as you nodded.

“It worked?” She asked in disbelief, her gaze falling back to the test for a moment, a few more tears making their way down her cheek.

“Yeah baby, it did” Natasha pushed the discarded wrapping to the floor and pulled your close, her hand snaked under your shirt and she let it rest on your not yet visible bump. She smiled, a look of admiration settled on her face.

“Merry Christmas, baby” Natasha placed a gentle kiss on your lips. “And Merry Christmas to you too, little one” she leaned down and kissed your belly.

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starlight-writes-stuff · 3 years

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camping hc’s w/ the feral boys <3

AYO LOOK AT THESE : implied smut if u look hard enough , but really just some cute , fluffy feral boys content lol . these ended up being really fun to write so let me know if u have any other ideas for more hc’s !! ily , starlight ☁

reblogs are always appreciated !!! <3

all as a group -

god help us all this would be a MESS

you guys would get one of those massive tents that have separate rooms for everyone

s’mores are a guarantee

alex and clay would light their marshmallows on fire

and chase each other around with them

karl is FOCUSED on getting the perfect golden roast

sapnap keeps nudging him to mess the marshmallow up

george literally has his marshmallow in the fire for .2 seconds

clay would give him so much shit for it and the two of them would “argue”

but george would end up breaking his smore in half for clay

and feeding it to him most likely

alex would bring his guitar and play it while everyone sat around the fire

sapnap would definitely start singing ‘campfire song’ from spongebob

everyone would pick up

and dissolve into laughter

clay would be the first to bring up telling scary stories

you’d be scared as shit from the words he was crafting

youd sandwich yourself between karl and alex

alex would poke your waist , jumpscaring you

and you’d pout saying you’re going to bed

youd walk into the tent

they would all C O M P L A I N but eventually join you

at least one of them pees on the fire “to make sure its completely out”

george would ‘knock’ on the tent to see if you were dressed

because they’re respectful , your honor

everyone would meet in the main part of the tent with sleeping bags and pillows and blankets

completley abandoning all the separate rooms

you’d all take turns talking about nothing at all really

making stupid jokes

if you fell asleep first , clay and george would make everyone whisper

you need your beauty sleep

they’d all fade pretty fast after that

but karl would wake everyone to watch the sunrise together

dream -

would have the top of the line camping equipment

even if it was for like

a two day trip

he’d go to an outdoor store and come home with an entire car full of camping shit

a portable grill

a blowup mattress

the nicest two person tent money could buy

the full nine yards

would put you in charge of planning meals

which is probably a good idea

has had the campsite booked for months

somewhere by a lake

“clay , we literally live by the ocean”

“it’s not the same , baby”

he’s right , its not

would take a mini road trip to get there

he’d make sure to stop at all the tourist traps along the way

you two would end up with a bunch of fruit from a roadside stand

once you finally got there

the tent would essentially pitch itself

he’d do the car salesman slap on the nylon

“best tent money can buy”

you’d probably take a nap , tired from the drive

by the time clay shook you awake the sun was setting

so he'd fire up his little camping grill

pls he’d geek out so hard over it

you’d be awake from the nap

so clay would light a lantern and the two of you would just

wander around the campsite holding hands

you two would absolutely go swimming at midnight

clay would pick you up in the water

and have you wrap your legs around him like a koala

he’d pepper your face with kisses

then dunk you under the water

once you two got out you’d get in pajamas

and clay wouldn’t be able to inflate the air mattress

he forgot the pump

but you brought sleeping bags just incase

you two would fall asleep as close as two people in sleeping bags possibly could

sapnap -

would insist on being the manliest man

like would collect firewood and everything

he’d show off the axe he brought

then would chop the wood

he's gloating smh

and would get 125670 % more overprotective when you wanted to try

would stand behind you and show you how to swing

would guide your arms and everything

but would stand like

10 feet away

when you went to actually swing

spooked by how hard you chopped

but also proud ???

would build a fire as it got dark

and tell you how pretty you looked in the light from the flames

he’d be pretty old school w camping food

would stab a poker through hotdogs

he’d help you roast yours , rotating it so it cooked even

would forget the buns and condiments

“i thought we had everything!”

the two of you would die of laughter

just eating ur hotdogs

off of the pokers

however

would remember a stash of candy and snacks

so you end up eating those too

nick would have the tent up in less than five minutes

“fastest tent pitcher on this side of the mississip” 😎

would bring it up 13790 times

he would find a way to zip your sleeping bags up together so it's one big franken-bag

he’s so warm

keeps you toasty

George -

camping was most likely your idea

but gogs is all for it

gets really excited and buys a two person sleeping bag

“so we can still cuddle”

you’d bring all your camping equipment so you had a pad to sleep on

“sleeping on the ground hurts , baby”

“isn't that the whole point ?”

would have his hand on your thigh as he drove to the campsite

and would play loud music the whole way there

with all the windows down

you two would set up camp while it was still light

both struggling™

to get the tent up

it would take y’all like an hour

and both of you would be all sweaty after wrestling with it

so george would change into swimming trunks and wait on you to put on a bathing suit

then he would piggyback you to the lake

running straight into the cold water while you scREAMED

you’d smack him so he’d let you down

then you’d splash him

a splash war would ensue

george would grab your hands , threading them through his

“be nice to me >:,(“

you’d get all soft and wrap your arms around him

the two of you would swim for h o u r s

until someone got hungry

you’d show gogs how to make a campfire

he’d knock over your demonstration

“i want to try”

would nail it on the first shot

you'd be baffled but entirely impressed

after dinner he would show off the oversized sleeping bag

you two would get in together , legs tangled

would probably download movies on his phone beforehand for you guys to watch

he’d fall asleep first , lulled to bed by the sounds of outside

Karl -

loves camping so much

just loves outside in general

would already have a bunch of gear

but would insist on finding a way for you two to be able to sleep together

we all know this boys love language is touch

even in his sleep he needs some sort of skin to skin contact

would buy a camping bed

i feel like karl would want to make “real camping food”

so he’d do hotdogs

and those foil packet thingies with potatoes and corn

he’d show you how to seal they foil and bury it in the coals properly

would scrunch his nose at you while you messed the wrapping up on purpose

“let me do it for you , baby”

would proceed to do it for you

he’d take 100000000000 pictures of you

in the sunset lighting

the campfire lighting

the moon lighting

because he cant help how beautiful you look

would feed you bites of vegetable in between your hot dog

“are you staying hydrated?”

brought juice boxes , too

he’d set up a place for you guys to stargaze

and would point out all the constellations

yall would make up your own too , giving them full backstories

he’d slow dance with you under the moon until it got too cold to be outside

the two of you would … take advantage of the camping bed

crossing ‘outside’ off the bucket list 😌

by day 3 he was tired of his traditional camping food

would beg you for some of your snacks

you’d feed him oreos and fruit snacks while you guys hiked

Quackity -

was not down™

at first

but once he saw how excited you were

he would be all in

would go to a camping store with you and pick out equipment

alex would insist on getting the stereotypical camping cookware

“we have to !!!”

“no we dont???”

“yes we do 😤”

would refuse to sleep on the ground

buys one of those camping pad things

would buy a two person sleeping bag as well

“if im doing this im at LEAST sleeping next to you”

you’d beg him to bring his guitar and play it at the campfire

he’d sing you soft songs while you toasted marshmallows

and you’d feed him s’mores

but you two would end up just eating the chocolate bars instead

he’d bring some sort of card game

and you two would get way too competitive

probaby uno

you’d be screaming at each other at like 1 am

“yOU DIDN’T SAY UNO”

would get a noise complaint

but alex does not care

not one bit

would make a joke about you screaming his name instead

ends up loving falling asleep to the sounds of nature

somehow finds his way into being little spoon

you two fall asleep holding each other

and wake up a tangled mess

begs you to stay another night

because he actually likes being away from it all

and getting uninterrupted one-on-one time with his girl

next time you guys get a free weekend , he’s the one who suggests camping

because he loved it so much

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The Tribe

Part 2 of Whispers of Fate (A Rey Djarin fic)

Summary: Rey has a bit of separation anxiety and Mando is getting a first time glimpse into parenthood. Sad to say he’s not exactly enthralled.

Rating: Gen (Platonic)

Word Count: 7.8k

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Rey wakes up the next day feeling the most rested she’d ever been in her whole entire life. She blinks slowly and uses her hand to cover a wide yawn while she peeks her head out from beneath the mound of toasty blankets she’d burrowed under during the night. The yawn breaks into a sleepy smile and she hugs her waist at the pleasant feeling of a full tummy and warm feet. She wasn’t cold, or thirsty, and that hadn’t happened in a very long time. She rubs a blanket against her cheek humming at the soft feeling of the warm fabric against her newly cleaned skin. She’d never had blankets beyond thick sack cloth before which was just scratchy and itchy, so it wasn’t very fun to sleep with. Nothing like the blankets Mando had given her.

A soft clank of metal interrupts her quiet thoughts, and she turns her head slightly to find the very Mandalorian she was thinking of. He was sitting on a crate with a long rifle laying across his lap and a dirty rag in his gloved hand. She watches him for a little while, blinking lethargically as he continued polishing, or cleaning, or whatever it was he was doing to his rifle. She had no desire to leave her warm little nest to investigate as she usually would, the blankets were just so warm! The warmest and softest she’d ever felt. And the calming motions of Mando’s hand grazing over the weapon nearly lulled her right back to sleep.

“--Did you sleep well?”

The sudden deep voice startled her, and Rey’s eyes widened as she pulled the blanket up to her chin in a shy manner. The Mandalorian hadn’t even looked in her direction when he spoke. How did figure out she was awake?

After a few moments and she still hadn’t spoken, his helmet did tilt her way. He paused what he was doing, and she could hear a heavy sigh filter through his voice vocoder. She noticed that he did that quite a bit.

“Is everything alright?” He asks her. That time his tone bordered more towards genuine concern rather than the bored pleasantry from before.

Rey sits up slowly, still clutching the wool blanket close to her face. Her eyes dart away from his visor timidly as she answers. “I’m fine Mr. Mando sir.” She noticed that the loud hum of the engine had been replaced by the muted cranks of a generator. “Did we land on that planet yet?”

Mando turns his head back to the rifle and rag in his lap. “Yes. We landed about an hour ago.”

Rey perks up a little bit and Mando leans forward to close the cabinet she hadn’t noticed was open. She barely caught a glimpse of the large variety of blasters before the doors clicked shut.

“I was waiting until you woke before I left, so you wouldn’t be startled that I was gone… I want you to eat some food. I don’t know how long I’ll be gone.”

Rey’s face falls. “You’re leaving?”

Mando’s whole body turns to face her and she could feel her chin involuntarily quiver. She liked him. She didn’t know why, but she liked him a lot and she didn’t want him to go just yet. He was so nice. He gave her food and water and nice blankets. He promised to buy her new clothes and bring her to a new home. That’s more than anything else anyone has ever done for her. In fact, she can’t even remember the last time someone did something just for her so she could be happy and comfortable. Mando was the first ever that she could remember… she couldn’t even remember her parents that well. They were nothing more than a muted memory lingering in the back of her mind… and-and if he left now like her parents did what if he never came back for her like they did? She ducks her head, falling into the pile of blankets and pulling the one clutched in her fists over her head to hide her tears from him. She didn’t want him to see her cry. He told her Mandalorian’s were warriors and she didn’t know what he would end up thinking of her if he saw her cry over something so silly.

Heavy footsteps approach where she lay on the floor and then a rustle of fabric and soft clank of metal before she felt a large hand settle for just a moment over the blanket covering her head before it moved away. And then the cover was gently pulled from over her head and tucked gently to the side.

“Are you crying?” He asked, voice still a little gruff.

She shook her head adamantly and wiped her forearm beneath her nose as she sniffled. “No,” she scoffed, rolling to her side so her back was to him. She didn’t know why she was crying now, she never cried anymore.

Mando was still knelt beside her and she could feel the hard leather of his gloves brush against the side of her cheek when he pushed a few loose strands of hair that’d escaped her braid behind her ear. “Come. You need to eat.”

Rey wanted to eat, of course she did, but if she moved then Mando would be able to see her tears and he would know she lied to him… And then he’d probably hate her and leave her for real instead of taking her to that nice home he promised he would! So, she shook her head again and grabbed for the blanket to pull it over her head once again.

“I’m not hungry.” She muttered.

He sighed again and she heard him stand up and move away from her.

“I’ll be back before dark. Don’t touch anything—”

Rey ripped the blanket off her and sat up in a panic. He was leaving now?

“Don’t go!”

His helmet tilts to the side as he looks down at her.

She sniffles again and wipes her tears away, hoping that her eyes weren’t red and puffy just yet. “Can I go with you… please?”

“No.” He shakes his head and turns away from her as he straps his rifle to his back.

Rey leaps to her feet, wincing at the sudden cold metal of the hull against her bare feet. She runs towards him and grabs his hand, tugging him away from the loading ramp controls.

He doesn’t appear to be the least bit amused by her antics. “It’s too cold. You’ll freeze.”

Rey stomps her foot in consternation. She was not getting left behind; she doesn’t care what he says.

“I don’t care!”

Her outright refusal to obey irked Mando. She could sense his harsh glare even though she couldn’t see it beneath his helmet and he takes a single step towards her before lifting her clean off her feet and walks her back to the blankets piled on the floor. He drops her onto the makeshift bed, and she grunts on impact. He immediately turns around and heads back for the door.

Rey leaps back to her feet, but this time she didn’t chase after him.

“Fine! Leave me here! See what happens! I’ll just steal your ship! I already know how to fly it.”

Mando pauses midstep, and she can hear his sigh all the way across the hull as he drops his head in defeat. She wasn’t serious about her threat, but he must believe her because he turns back around and makes a small gesture with his head.

“Go put on your shoes. It’s cold.”

Rey jumps at his command to do as he said, taking care to wrap her legs and exposed wrists to shield from the cold weather. It’d been cold on Jakku, so she’s sure she can handle it. Mr. Mando was probably just being dramatic.

Mando eventually found a thick canvas that would do well for a small cloak, and a spare cowl similar to her tattered thin one to pull over her nose and head beneath the cloak. He helped fit the collar over her head properly then adjusted the dark canvas around her shoulders, clasping it together loosely at her neck to form a small hood.

“Stay close to me.” Rey stood beside him, with the hood of her new cloak pulled over her head. The ramp slowly lowered and immediately Rey winced at the cold sting of wind that hit her face. The breeze was strong and brisk, and the ground was all white!

“Is that snow?!” She gasped then ran down the ramp and reached down to gather a bundle of it in her hands, holding it out to Mando proudly as his boots step down into the snow with a soft crunch. There wasn’t much but a small layer over the ground, the rest seemed to be ice. Mando only nods his head slightly and pulls out a small metal box with a blinking light. Rey drops the snow, curiosity now diverted to the object in his hand, and moves closer to him to try and see what it was.

The cold hits her all over again. Her entire body shivers and she wraps the cloak around herself as she hugs her arms close. “What’s that?” She asks, doing her best to keep her teeth from chattering, but Mando doesn’t answer her and simply turns and begins walking in a seemingly random direction, so she’s given no choice but to trot along after him.

It was cold. Mando was definitely right about that, but she stubbornly followed along behind him, using his large body as a shield from the brisk wind. Eventually they came across a speeder, or really, a speeder came across them, and they rode to a nearby town. Rey thought it was a lot nicer to ride in the speeder, than to walk. Sure, it was slightly colder with the wind, but she could pull her legs up close to her chest and use the cloak to block out the harsh weather. Also, Mando let her curl up pretty close to him during the ride and he was really warm too, so that helped. Plus her toes didn’t have to freeze as she trudged across the ice.

Though, when it came time to get off the speeder, Rey absolutely did not want to. She had been nice and warm sitting next to Mando, but when he moved off the speeder the cold hit her once more and she was just so tired and cold, and she wanted to go back to the ship now. She remained curled up on the seat, ignoring the pilot’s instruction for her to get off and instead tucked her face back into her knees.

“Kid,” Mando snapped at her sharply, his irritation was clear.

“I’m cold,” Rey whined shaking her head and pulling her cloak further around her small body.

Strong hands nudged beneath her arms and lifted her off the speeder and back onto the cold ground. Mando didn’t say a word, not even a muttered “I told you so” under his breath which was nice of him. They walked a bit closer to the small city that Rey could barely make out through the snowy wind and the speeder took off.

Mando stopped suddenly a few yards in and Rey took advantage of the moment and hid herself beneath Mando’s soft cape, pulling it around herself, alongside her own cloak, while she pressed up closeto his leg for some sort of warmth. He didn’t say anything and just took out the blinking box again, but this time it emitted a rhythmic beep along with each blink. He put it back on his belt and started walking, forcing Rey to let go and fall in line behind him once more.

A few yards in and she had had enough of the sharp sting of wind and she grabbed a fistful of Mando’s cape to guide her. She dropped her head and squeezed her eyes shut hoping the dry sting in her eyes would leave… She should’ve brought her goggles with her.

She didn’t even bother to count her steps, trusting Mando to take the lead in finding their way back--

“Ouch!”

She rubbed her forhead and looked up when she hit her head on a bit of metal. It was the back clasp of Mando’s belt. He’d stopped in front of a big building and she’d run right into him. Her mouth opens in a slight ‘o’ as she looked up at it, losing her grip on Mando’s cape as soon as the door in front of him swished open. No building in Jakku she’d seen had ever looked this nice.

He walks in and Rey is quick to follow, shying away at all the faces staring at them.

And the next few events that transpired had Rey’s lingering suspicions completely confirmed. Mando was totally awesome!

She couldn’t help but wince when that one creature she’d never seen before got cut in half by the door, but everything else was so cool! And she was sure to tell Mando as much.

She will admit though, once those guys were starting to crowd around them at the bar, she got a little nervous, but wow! She couldn’t wait to be like Mando one day! Maybe he could teach her some cool moves.

She pulled down the collar fit over her nose and grinned up at Mando, bouncing on the balls of her feet. He turns to look at the bartender and nodded down at her. “Milk for her.” He placed some credits on the counter and the bartender stared for just a little while before scurrying to do as requested, and Rey happily climbed up onto one of the stools so she could accept the glass from the kind man.

Mando went off to speak to the blue fish looking character as she drank. She’d never drank anything like it before and it was delicious! She grinned at the man who’d given her the glass and thanked him politely.

“You’re welcome Little One.”

Rey turns in her seat to look over at Mando, but his back was blocking anything worth seeing. “Who’s that blue guy Mando’s talking to?” She asked the bartender.

“A Mythrol. I don’t know his name.”

Rey turns to look at him fully again, leaning against the bar and propping her chin up on her hands. “What’s Mando want with him? And why were those guys so mean?”

The man looked nervous as he took a glance over at Mando before looking back at her. “Well he’s done something bad enough worth luring out such a skilled bounty hunter… and as for those men… well they aren’t so fond of newcomers.”

“Ohhh,” Rey nods, pulling her finger along the hard wood of the countertop to trace a long scratch. But then the man sets another full glass of that milk in front of her with a soft smile.

“This one’s on the house. As thanks to your Mando for kicking some sense into those bullies.”

Rey smiles at him, all teeth, and leans in to whisper. “I think he likes beating up bullies. So, it’s no problem.’

Just as she finishes her second glass, she felt the now familiar grip of Mando’s hand around her bicep and she’s hoisted off the barstool. She knows well enough to understand that means it’s time to go. And just like that they’re back to walking across the ice, but this time with a cuffed Mythrol following along behind them.

Rey had grabbed onto the fringe of Mando’s cape again as they walked, and she turned around to look behind her at the strange looking blue man, crooking a brow as she studied him closely. There were a lot of types of people on this planet that she’d never seen before.

“I’m Rey,” she introduced herself to him and Mythrol stuttered awkwardly in return before smiling back at her. He looked cold just like she was. She turned back around and tugged on Mando’s cape.

“Are we done? Are we going back to the ship now?”

“Yes,” Mando answered, but continued to walk. Rey started to get excited when she saw the guy they’d come across at the speeder drop off. That meant they got to ride back to the ship and she didn’t have to walk no more!

She let go of Mando’s cape and raced ahead of him, bouncing impatiently beside the hooded figure while Mando finally caught up.

“We need passage to the yards,” Mando says.

The whistler guy whistles on his flute and a pretty, gold speeder pulls up. It was probably the newest and nicest looking thing Rey had ever seen in her whole entire life and she was already jumping at the bit to crawl up into the speeder, but Mando grabs onto her cloak and tugs her back towards him just as her hands touch the cool metal.

“No droids,” Mando instructs, tossing the guy an extra credit.

Rey can’t help but make a face and disgruntled squawk as the next speeder rolls around. She’s scrounged up better scrap than that hunk of junk, and she’s not nearly as eager to climb into that speeder as she was the other one. Why would Mando pass up such a nice speeder for this scrappy one? It was a terrible choice in her opinion. Mando lifts her into it anyways and follows her in.

She ends up smushed close to Mando, sitting between him and Mythrol because there were only two proper seats, and Mando didn’t seem to want her sitting so close to the strange blue man. But she wasn’t complaining at all because that just meant she got to be extra warm and toasty curled up under the arm Mando had stretched over her shoulders for room.

Mythrol speaks up after a few minutes into the ride. “You know what he’s looking for…” Rey peaks her head up from where it was tucked into Mando’s armpit. She looked between the blue man and the pilot with the binoculars looking out onto the ice. “You’re looking for Ravanaks, right?”

Rey’s eyes widened.

That didn’t sound good.

“What are Ravanaks?” She whispered to Mando just loud enough to be heard over the buzz of the speeder. He looked down at her, and she couldn’t be sure if he was going to answer her or not. It was usually a 50/50 shot with him, but before he could the bearded man in front of them spoke up to answer Mythrol.

“It’s clear right now. But be careful near the port. Everyone dumps their Gray Holds out. They think the whole entire planet is their own personal stink pit.”

Rey grabs a fist of fabric on Mando’s padding beneath his armor and tugs to get his attention. “What’s he talkin’ ‘bout?” She wasn’t really worried, per se. More so curious. After watching Mando beat up all those guys at the cantina she’s not really worried about anything happening if he’s there… but the blue guy does look kinda worried. She looks over at him and pats him gently on the arm to reassure him as they finally come up on Mando’s ship.

Mythrol looks up at the ship and his mouth falls open. “You’re kidding me right.”

“Get out.” Mando grunts at him. And then his arm around her shoulder falls behind her back as he sits forward, wrapping it around her waist to lift her out of the speeder with him. Her legs hang, back pressed against Mando’s chestplate. He sets her on her feet once he’s on the ground then reaches behind to haul Mythrol out far less gentle than he had her.

Rey bounces, eager to get back into the ship and wrap herself in warm blankets again. Mythrol is mumbling some nonsense to Mando as he pays the speeder pilot and moves towards the ship.

“You think there’s really something to worry about?” Rey hears Mythrol ask Mando. She looks up at him too, wondering what his answer might be, but as usual he says nothing and continues walking. Rey watches Mythrol and looks out where he’s watching the speeder glide above the ice, and it was just in time to see the ice break open and something really big grab the speeder above.

Mythrol screams and Rey’s eyes bug out in awe.

“Open the hatch! Open it!” He stands there, watching the ice crack towards them, and she stood there, watching him. But then Mando grabbed her and practically threw her through the open hatch of the ship before going back for Mythrol just before the giant monster with fangs could eat him. Rey watched the entire thing, peeking her head out of the hatch.

It all happens so fast.

“WOAH! That thing is huge!” She yells with a wide grin. “That’s so cool!”

Mando ignores her and beelines up to the cockpit with Mythrol and Rey can feel the unsteady take off beneath her feet, and the hard jolts as the monster fighting to pull them back to the ground. And sure enough as soon as she started feeling just a bit nervous about the situation, Mando comes stomping down the ladder with his rifle in hand, moving towards the open hatch.

Rey moves to follow him, of course, eager to see what awesomeness he was going to do this time to fight against the big sea monster. “Get back kid,” He yells, pushing her back with his hand as he leans out the ship. All she sees is a flash of blue on the sea monster before he splashes back under the ice and the ship blasts into the sky. It sends her stumbling back onto her butt, but she’s grinning all the same.

“What even is that thing?” She points to the rifle in Mando’s hand.

“It’s an Amban rifle.” He holds out his hand to help her off the floor. She takes it and lets him pull her up off the floor. “Grab your blanket and come up. It’s warmer up top.” He points to her blanket pile and moves to the ladder. Rey’s not far behind him.

And she finds the blue faced Mythrol sitting in her seat, and she frowns at him.

“You’re sitting in my spot,” she tells him, crossing her arms over her chest.

Mythrol silently looks from her and then to Mando who’d just taken a seat in his own chair, then back to her before slowly standing and moving towards the seat opposite her.

She gets all settled in the chair before they even break through the atmosphere, meaning she gets to help Mando go through the motions of stabilizing the ship by pressing whatever buttons he told her, and soon they’re cruising in space and Rey loves it just as much as the first time.

She pulls her feet up into the seat, wrapping the blanket around her shoulders to get settled for the long ride. She’s tempted to break the silence, but she’s not so sure with this new character joining them.

Mythrol turns out to be the one to break the silence. “I like your ship.” Rey turns her head to look at him curiously. “She’s a classic. Razor Crest, am I right? Pre-Empire”

Ah a Razor Crest… that’s what the ship was. She feels she should’ve known that, but considering she mostly worked with Imperial ships she didn’t dwell much on it.

He continues talking and Mando continues to say nothing. She glances between the two, expecting Mando to step in and offer at least a small tidbit of conversation like he did for her when she did the exact same on their ride to Maldo Kreis.

“How much are they paying you?” He waits for an answer, and Rey finally had enough. She rolls her eyes and turns to look at the fish man because apparently, he couldn’t catch a hint.

“He doesn’t talk much.” She shrugs her shoulders, and the corner of her lip rises like ‘what can you do?’ But then she pauses… curious. She wonders if Mando would talk to her, or if he was in a mood because she threatened to steal his ship that morning.

She could feel her tummy starting to growl just a bit. Not at all the hunger of what she’s felt before, but she could do with eating soon, especially after that time spent being super duper cold. That’s probably the perfect way to test her theory.

“Mando… can I have food now,” she braces her hand on her stomach and licks her lips, “I’m hungry.”

He shuffles slightly in his seat but he still doesn’t say anything as he reaches his arm out towards her with a ration bar in his hand. She takes it from him gently with an upbeat ‘thank you’. That wasn’t exactly talking, but it was a response, so she’ll take that as a win!

The bar didn’t taste like much, but she doesn’t care. It’s food and she’s learned to treasure food no matter what it was when she came upon it. She’s halfway through the bar before she realized that maybe Mando had been keeping that in his pocket for himself… and it would have been rude not to at least offer him the rest.

“Did you want some Mando?” She holds the half-eaten ration out to him, but he shakes his head without looking at her.

“It’s all yours kid.”

She senses Mythrol’s eyes on her as she takes her last bite. He’s staring at her curiously. “Are you his daughter? Or just another bounty?”

Rey glares at him. “What’s it to you fish face?”

She thinks she might hear a noise come from Mando’s direction, but she couldn’t be sure and turns her body away from Mythrol. She didn’t like him all that much anymore. She chomped down on the last bite from the portion bar, stuffing her mouth full as she tried to chew while maintaining her harsh glare.

Soon enough fish face caved and was excusing himself to use the vac tube… she wrinkled her nose as he left then turned to look at the back of Mando’s helmet. “Do you want me to follow him? I betcha he’s gonna try something sneaky.” She does her best to speak around the bar she’s still working hard to chew on. But her words still come out a bit muffled she thinks.

“Oh, he most definitely will.” He clicks a few buttons and flips a few switches on the control panel before standing from his seat. His cape swooshes slightly as he stands and turns to leave, and Rey’s already scrambling into a position to vault off her seat and follow him, but he stops her by raising his palm towards her. “Stay here,” he instructs firmly, “I’ll come up and get you in a moment.”

Rey huffs and falls back into her chair, crossing her arms over her chest. She’s already seen Mando beat up people, slice them in half, and freeze them into some sort of metal contraption! She’s pretty sure she’s already seen the worst of it, but still she obeys him. She doesn’t want him to get upset… She didn’t want him changing his mind about bringing her to his home and end up dropping her back off at Jakku. As much as she wanted to wait around in case her parents came back for her, she didn’t want to spend the rest of her life working for Unkar Plutt, when she had the option to explore the galaxy and look for her parents. For the first time since she could ever remember she wasn’t hungry, thirsty, and cold. Her skin wasn’t dry and itchy, and even though the tunic Mando had let her borrow was a bit big for her frame, it was clean and soft, and she loved it. And the best of all… she wasn’t alone anymore. She hated being alone. And she really liked Mando, he took care of her real well like she imagined a parent would,

So, to appease the Mandalorian, she sat obediently in her seat, watching the door earnestly. She felt uneasy not being able to see him. Logically she knew he couldn’t go anywhere… they were in the middle of space… but she couldn’t help but feel lonely and rigid in her chair as she was left to wait for his return.

When the door finally swishes open, she leaps up, feet on the cushion of her chair and bracing her hand against the back as she stared at Mando expectantly.

“C’mon kid.” Then he turns back around, and Rey is quick to follow him into the hull.

He sits across from her, watching her tear pieces of meat off the jerky he’d heated up for her, then drink gulps of chilled water. She offered him a piece of her food several times, feeling guilty to eat while he wasn’t… in fact she hadn’t seen him eat anything at all since she met him.

“Do you even eat food?” She asks as she gnaws at a particularly thick portion of the long strip of meat.

“Occasionally,” he answers.

She frowns at him, lower lip jutting out in an unbidden pout.

“You really don’t talk much, do you.”

Mando tilts his helmet to the side before shrugging slightly and leaning back against the metal hull of the ship.

Rey squints her eyes at him.

“Are you a human?”

“Yes.”

“Oh,” she muses silently, brows furrowing cutely as she tries to form her next question. “Well, are you ugly or something?”

He makes a weird noise and she couldn’t be sure whether it was because he was amused or offended. And instead of indulging her incessant questions, Mando stands up from his crate.

“When you’re finished you can help me make the jump to hyperspace. We should have cleared the airfield by now.”

Rey nods slowly and begins chewing on the end of the jerky strip. She wonders if she upset him in some way… maybe he actually was ugly underneath the helmet and he was embarrassed because she figured it out. She just couldn’t think of any other reason why he would keep that shiny helmet on his head all the time.

Oh well.

She still liked him well enough even though he was probably ugly.

***

Rey gets one last nap in before they reach Nevarro. She had fallen asleep in the co-pilot chair after refusing to go down into the hull when Mando suggested she go get some rest. She wakes up to Mando tapping her on the knee.

She yawns and lifts her arms to stretch them with a small grunt before opening her eyes to squint up at him with sleepy eyes. He’s standing up, leaning down slightly over her chair as he speaks in a low baritone to not startle her. “I’m going to meet with someone to collect my credits so I can buy you the things you’ll need before I bring you to the covert. I’ll come back for you when I’m finished. You. Stay.”

“No,” she instantly whines, “I wanna go with you.”

He shakes his head. “Not a good idea.” He takes a step back and turns to walk out the cockpit without leaving any time for more of an argument.

Rey, of course, jumps up to follow him. She keeps her blanket taut around her shoulders, letting it sway behind her like Mando’s cape.

“Please don’t leave me here,” she begs him softly. She refuses to cry again, but she really doesn’t want to be left alone on a strange planet in an empty ship, and she’s quickly beginning to feel overwhelmed after just waking up.

Mando sighs like he’s apologetic but there’s nothing he could do about it. “Kid, it’s dangerous.”

Rey sniffles and rubs at her cheeks roughly when she feels her eyes begin heating up. “Y-yeah but-but won’t I be safer if I was with you and not by myself.”

Mando doesn’t move. His helmet doesn’t even tilt expressively like it usually does when she says something and he doesn’t respond. He just stares at her.

He was apparently contemplating whether to give in or not because only a few minutes later he’s dropping his head and shaking it before releasing a long sigh. “Kriff.”

She ends up walking beside him as they make their way through the large village. She fists the trim of Mando’s cape between her fingers as she walks, turning her head from right to left at the sight of all these new looking people and things. She looks down occasionally at the grey, ashy ground and then up at the dull blue sky and the various array of oddly constructed buildings. Everything was so foreign… almost the opposite of Jakku

“Where are we going?” She asks Mando, looking up at him, but he doesn’t answer her. He just continues walking until they come onto a big building like in Maldo Kreis, and Mando walks right through the door as it swishes open for him.

There were so many people! All kinds too! And most types Rey had never even seen before.

As Mando walks, his boots clink and everyone turns to look at them. The once chattering cantina quickly grows silent. She just supposes she’ll have to get used to the attention because it seems Mando had this effect on people no matter where he went.

Rey’s too busy watching everyone else to notice Mando was approaching a man in a booth.

“Ahh that was fast, did ya catch them all?” He says and Rey’s head swivels just in time to watch Mando place down four fobs onto the table in front of the man with the mustache. “Good I’ll begin the offload.” He then speaks to a man behind them and Rey tries to crane her head around Mando’s body to see him as well, but he’s walking off already. Then she feels Mando grab her by the arm and guide her towards the booth. She slides in, awkwardly shuffling to make room for Mando as he unclipped his rifle from around his back.

“It looks like you picked up an extra hand during your travels,” the man with the mustache said with a smile directed at her. She smiled back as Mando sat down beside her.

“Yep!” Rey grinned, shuffling a bit more so she was now seated comfortably on her knees. “I’m Rey! I help him fly his ship!” She sticks out her hand towards the man and he smiles and shakes hers with his larger hand.

“I’m Greef. You seem like a mighty fine pilot, little one. I hope your keeping your new Mandalorian friend here in line.” Rey smiles at him… she’s decided that she likes him.

Mando ignores the small talk and stares at Greef causing the man to clear his throat and turn to fetch something from a satchel attached to his belt. Then he places a stack of credits on the table and Rey felt her eyes bug from her skull. Mando got all those credits?? No wonder he had so many fancy things!

“Those are Imperial credits,” Mando comments distastefully. Rey turns to look at him, dumbfounded. Credits were still credits and that was a lot of credits! To her at least. Maybe it wasn’t to Mando… he did have a working ship after all. But imagine how many portions that could buy!

He ends up bartering for half the number of credits and Rey frowns at the end of the transaction… Mando was a good fighter but he apparently wasn’t very great at negotiating; worse than she is with Unkar. As they start talking more about Mando’s next bunch of bounties Rey spots a red Rodian at the bar. They looked just like Rodey! Except they weren’t green. They was drinking something bright blue and it looked delicious.

She pulls at Mando’s arm at the first lull in conversation. He turns to look at her and she points adamantly towards the Rodian taking another sip from his glass. “What’s that blue stuff?”

Mando, as well as Greef turn in the direction she’s pointing. Greef laughs loud and joyful, unlike Mando’s disgruntled scoff.

“That’s Spotchka little one. I’m not so sure you’d like it very much,” Greef says. Then he turns to address Mando. “She’s not gotten out much, has she?”

“Can I try it?” Rey interjects curiously. She liked that milk from the other bar, so maybe she’d like the blue drink too.

“No,” Mando replies gruffly. Rey glares at him, lips pursing tightly as her brows draw together.

Greef apparently finds it amusing, but he does take her side. “Let the kid have a little taste Mando. She’s curious. It’s on the house.”

Rey folds her fingers and leans towards Mando, batting her eyelashes, “pleasepleaseplease pleeeeasssse.”

“No.” Mando replies sternly without giving it a second thought. Then he turns to Greef to scold him with a sharp growl under his breath. “She’s a child.”

Greef waves it off with a roll of his eyes then winks over at her. “Never took you to be the strict parent, Mando.”

Mando stiffens and pauses. He completely disregards the entire exchange they just had and continues with his previous discussion, leaving Rey to sit back in the booth with a slight huff.

“What’s your highest bounty?”

***

“So, what was Greef talking about?” Rey quizzes. “Is it a hard job? Where do we have to go?” She tucks her chin down to look down at the tunic Mando is holding against her chest. It was a bit wide at the girth and he seemed to agree with her observation. He turns to place it neatly back onto the stack and move further down the stall to the next size down.

He seemed to prefer the darker cloths, while Rey typically preferred lighter colors, but she felt far too nosey to really care about the color of her clothes that he was picking out. She’s much more interested in why Mando and Greef were being so cryptic and why Mando refused to explain it to her.

“Do you like this one?” He holds up a nice long-sleeved tunic a little lighter than his own and a bit darker than her old clothes. It had dark stitching around the seams, but overall, it seemed sturdy and comfy. So, she nods and Mando drapes it over his arm like he had with the trousers and vest they’d picked out earlier.

Rey hurries along beside him when he starts up a brisk pace to the next stall. She grabs his cape and continues her questions. “What was that card he gave you? Do we have to go back to Jakku? Because then we could check in with Unkar to see if my parents came by while I was away.”

Mando stops in front of another stall, this time one that held a variety of different shoes.

“Kava much che doe shoes?”

He barters the price a bit with the stall owner and soon Rey has a brand-new pair of sturdy boots. They have to move through a variety of sizes before they find the one closest to fitting her small feet, but she squeals in delight at the feel. She’d never had a pair of brand-new shoes before.

She opens her mouth to ask another question she knows Mando won’t answer, but Mando shushes her before she could.

“No more questions. It’s time to go. Come.”

“Where? Where are we going?!” Rey asks excitedly, reaching to grab the fringes of his cape like she’d grown used to doing, but Mando grabs her wrist and pulls her along beside him at a hurried pace.

“I said no more questions.”

“Oh. Right.” Rey muttered. “Sorry.”

She’s pulled along past many more vendors, but this time it was food! It was such a variety she could only dream of. She’ll have to ask Mando about it on their way back, because right now he doesn’t seem so keen on her asking many questions. He pulls her into a dark doorway, pushing past a heavy curtain and guiding her through while looking back as if to watch if they were being followed.

Rey catches herself just in time from asking where they were going again.

They slowly descend a nice spirally staircase made of stone. It was dark and kind of creepy but it was also really cool. Mando walks at a fairly brisk pace through the hall and then she sees them…

There are a ton of Mandos! Like, so many of them! A few are holding big guns, but then she looks from side to side and she sees some playing a game and another writing something in a book. Mando tugs her closer to himself just as a few Mando kids come barreling past them, giggling the whole way and Rey has the sudden urge to join them. She gasps in excitement, eager to run off and play. She’d never been around other kids before.

As they pass, they all turn their heads to stare, even the kids. They didn’t seem to be staring at Mando this time though. Mando keeps walking, keeping his firm grip around her wrist, but now the other Mandos are following behind them. And the further they move through the underground tunnels, the more Mandalorians they cross paths with and the more that are added to the large group following quietly to wherever it was they were headed.

Rey turns her head over her shoulder to look at the large mass of armored Mandalorians, none of which had their helmets removed. Her nose wrinkled in confusion because they couldn’t all be ugly. And she’s biting her tongue trying to keep all her questions from spilling out and inevitably irritating Mando.

She pulls her wrist from his grasp and grabs his hand with her own to tug on it. “Can I ask questions now?”

“That was a question,” he responded with a small snap in his tone.

Rey grunts in frustration and pulls her arms over her chest, but she follows him anyway.

Mando turns into an orange tinted room. There’s a Mando with a gold helmet standing by a big pit of weird fire. And Mando just stands there. Rey turns her head and finds all the other Mandalorians that had followed them gathered outside.

“Who is this?” The one with the gold helmet asked. She was a woman, Rey noted. She also really like her fur cape; it looked soft.

Mando grabs her by the arm and pulls her to stand in front of him, on display for the Mandalorian at the fire to see. “She is a Foundling.”

Rey cranes her head up to look at Mando behind her.

“Your Foundling?” The lady asks.

“I did find her, yes, but I don’t feel I’m ready yet to take on a Foundling.”

Rey frowns, puckering her nose.

What was Mando trying to say? It’s not like she begged him to take her from Jakku, he’d practically forced her! And now he’s saying that he doesn’t really think he wants her?

“I see,” the lady muses, “and you wish to leave her in the care of the tribe.”

“Yes.” Mando nods. “My way of living is no life for a child.”

“What?” Rey squeaks, pulling away from Mando, who’s hands rested on her shoulders, so she could look at him fully. “What-what’s going on?”

The gold helmeted Mandalorian approaches and Rey shrinks back, inching closer to Mando again. “What is confusing to you little one?”

Rey stared at her with wide eyes, then turned to look at all the other Mandalorians outside the room quietly observing. “I-I thought I was gonna stay with Mando and his clan. I-I…” she pauses and looks up at Mando with watery eyes. “You’re leaving me here?”

Mando places a large hand on her shoulder and she likes to think that maybe he’s smiling down at her, but she knows better. He turns to look back up at the woman. “She does not like it when I leave.”

The woman turns towards the fire slightly. “Nor does any child when their parent leaves.”

“She is not my Foundling.” Din comments sternly.

“Yet she has already formed a strong attachment to you.” The lady comments just as fiercely.

“It is not safe for her to be with me.”

Rey turns her head back to the woman ready for her to take her side again and insist Mando bring her along with him. She could hold her own! Mando didn’t need to take care of her! She survived two years all by herself without any parents.

“Very well…”

No.

“The child will stay with the tribe. We will find her a proper buir.”

Rey’s heart drops. She feels the slightest squeeze of Mando’s fingers on her shoulders as he lets her go and approaches the woman to offer out the clothes he had picked for her among the market vendors.

Rey grabbed the fabric of his pants and tugged angrily. “Take me back!” She yelled at him. “Take me back home! I don’t want to be here! I hate it here! Take me back!”

Din takes several steps away allowing the woman room to take control of the situation. She places a hand on her shoulder just like Mando did and spoke to her with a stern yet soothing tone in her voice. “Little one. It is alright. Din will come and visit you when he stops by the covert, but it is best for you to stay here.”

Rey pulls away from her, giving her an odd look. “Din?”

Then she gestures towards Mando, who didn’t appear to be all that pleased that his name had been given to her.

Rey rushes towards him, hoping if she could get to him fast enough and latch on, he won’t be able to leave her here with all these strangers in this dark place. But a firm arm around her waist stops her. “No! Let go of me!” She kicks and squirms to escape the hold, but it doesn’t relent.

“I think it’s best I go.” Din says slowly, “I will return soon.”

And then he backs from the room.

“DIN!” Rey cries out desperately, feeling the tears already beginning to burst through once more. “Don’t leave me here please! Please don’t leave!”

She watches the back of his helmet as he edges through the throng of Mandalorians and disappears beyond the doorway, hoping he might turn around and change his mind, but he doesn’t so much as waver in his step. He’s gone.

He walks away from her.

Just like her parents did two years prior.

~ Next Chapter ~

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Request; The Kombat Krew and taking care of you when you are sick;

I am so tired, and I feel like I need them to take care of me right now. But, hope you’re feeling better anon! A nice fluffy post to ease off on all the smut, because we’ve a lot of it coming up soon! GIFS do not belong to me. More under the cut because it’s a looong post again.

Kabal;

· Okay. He can tell you’re sick so do not deny it. He will instantly become a Mother Hen. All those home remedies his Mother used to give him, yeah there coming out and being used.

· You’ve thrown up? Have some Lucozade. You’ve a rash? Chamomile lotion and tea.

· He’ll make sure you’ve seen a Doctor; the best money can buy. Like he needs to make sure you’re okay!

· Will call in work, acting like you’re dying, when you’ve just got a cold.

· He makes a massive fuss over you. And he cannot say no to you.

· You want Mcdonalds? Well, give him a list and he’ll go get you it. Even if its 2 in the morning. He cannot guarantee he’ll be dressed during this visit, but he will go get you whatever you heart wants.

· He will not let you get out of bed. The dishes need doing? He’ll do them. You want water? He’ll bring you a whole ocean.

· He will let you be in control of the TV. He will watch whatever you put on. And he will cuddle you whilst you’re doing it.

· He doesn’t care if he gets sick, all he can think about is you. He wants you to get better and he wants to help with that process.

· If you’re too cold, he will use his body heat to help. If you’re too warm, he’ll crank the AC up and put a jumper on.

· He won’t sleep easy if you’re really ill, like he wants to stay awake to make sure nothing happens in the night. He worries a lot about you.

· He’s husband material right there. None of this changes pre or post burns.

· You looked after him after his accident, the least he can do is fetch you some tissues, stroke your hair and call you pretty. Even if you look like a snot walrus.

Sub Zero (Kuai Liang);

· This man. Knows you’re getting sick before you do. He can fucking sense it. His Mother Sub Zero senses are tingling, you’re coming down with a cold.

· Even though Colds are caused by germs, he still kind of blames himself. Why? Because you’ve a cold and you’re in the middle of Artika. And dating a man who is cold by nature. Literally.

· He is great in a situation where you’ve got a fever. He will hold you and try and cool you down. But when you’re shivering, he feels absolutely useless.

· He will light a fire, wrap you up warm, give you warm milk and honey, because that’s an antiseptic for your throat. He’ll keep giving you hot water bottles and topping them up.

· He’ll also devote time to you. Bi-Han can take over running the clan if it’s very serious.

· He’ll sit by your bed and watch over you. He dare not move.

· If its just a cold, he will keep stopping by to check on you. Though, he does worry and becomes distracted because of his worry.

· Bi-Han is sick. Sick to fucking death of Kuai going on about you being ill.

· Will help you shower, convincing you that it will make you feel better. That and the steam will unclog your head.

· Will put a steam diffuser in the room with scents to try and ease your sinuses.

· Will bring you healthy food and things that will kickstart your immune system. As well as food and drink to ease your symptoms. Whilst grease may make you feel better mentally, it’s not going to do wonders for you in the long run. Also, he’ll inform you orange juice is a lie. It makes you feel worse.

· He’ll give you some cuddles as well. He’ll wrap an arm around you and stroke your hair till you fall asleep.

· If you’re too ill to read, he’ll offer to read your book to you, so you’re not bored. He will also bring you books to read. From his personal collection of course.

· If he has to be pulled away on a mission, he will either entrust Bi-Han or Smoke to look after you… they totally disobey his orders and give you whatever food you want.

· He’s very caring and in the long run, will ensure you rest and take it easy.

Scorpion (Hanzo Hasashi);

· Lord help anyone that disturbs you when you’re sick. Because he will go off on one.

· There’s a do not disturb sign on the door, so why did they come in and disturb you?! You need rest. Not to be disturbed.

· He is the opposite of Kuai. He’s great for when you’ve got the shivers and you cannot keep warm. His hands are naturally warm, and his body temperature is naturally higher. So, he can keep you toasty and warm with ease.

· He’s not as bad as Kuai is in the opposing situation. When you’re too warm he’ll just cuddle you a little less. But he will bring you a damp cloth to place on your forehead to break your fever.

· Will also bring you ice to suck on and if you can handle it, some ice-cream. He actually does like Ice-cream and loves to share it with you!

· He tries to devote as much time to caring for you as he can, but you both know its not going to be constant care. Unless it is serious. Then, god forbid, he’ll have to give some control to someone else.

· He rarely gets sick and he’s not worried about catching whatever you’ve got. So, he’s down for being very touchy feely with you.

· He will make you hot soup, made with love and filled with goodness. It actually is magic and resurrects you temporarily.

· He insists on fresh air to help your circulation and to ease your sinuses. If you’re too ill to get out of bed. Then expect the windows open. If you’re up for it, a short walk in the gardens.

· He’ll also bring you fresh flowers and put them in your room. Their lovely to wake up to.

· Binge watching trashy TV with him. He lives for it and loves watching it with you.

· He’ll stroke your hair whilst you’re lounging on his chest. Muttering sweet nothings when he thinks you’re asleep.

· Big softy at heart.

Kenshi;

· He, like Hazno, senses you are getting sick before you know you are.

· It starts with him suggesting you lay down and take some painkillers. You’re staring at him like, what the fuck? Then within a few hours it hits you like a fucking shit ton of bricks.

· If you’re cold, he’ll give you his fluffiest PJs he’s got, the fluffiest blanket and basically every hot water bottle in the house. He’ll tuck you in and make sure you’re nice and cosy… then un-tuck you because he needs to slide in next to you.

· If you’re too warm, then that AC is being adjusted, I mean this is a miracle. Kenshi is the typical dad with the AC controls. But you’re sick and sacrifices must be made.

· Whilst he tries and gives you herbal remedies, such as honey for your throat and chamomile to ease any itchiness. He does also realise, that most of it, tastes disgusting. Herbal tea tastes like witch piss and he cannot deny it.

· He’ll go get you your favourite soup and make you it. Will bring you fresh tea and talk to you if you cannot sleep.

· His voice is so soothing, and it will lull you to sleep.

· He’ll try and calm you mentally, trying ease your distress and make you feel calm. His presence alone is usually enough to calm you.

· If you’re sick then he’s sick, since you’re both connected at the hip. Will ring Johnny up like “Nope. I cannot come in today, why? Well, Y/N is sick, so therefore, I am sick.” All whilst eating some ice cream and listening to a documentary.

· He’ll run you both a bath and add some oils into the water, in the hopes the scented steam will ease your sinuses.

· He’ll also burn scented candles to try and ease you.

· Will put on and audiobook for you both to listen to. He’ll hold your hand and brush your knuckles with his fingers. He loves you dearly and hopes you get better soon.

Bi-Han;

· Is it contagious? If so how badly? He is the worst when he’s sick, so he tries to avoid it all costs. Much to the happiness of everyone at the temple.

· He’s a lot less intense than Kuai. Like he understands all the healthy food and drink is going to be good in the long run; but he has the logic of, if your body is craving something, it’s missing it and needs it.

· Hence the giant bar of chocolate.

· He’ll also make sure you’re kept at the optimum temperature. If you’re too warm he’s going to be great for breaking a fever. But if you’re too cold, he’s going to be as useless. He’ll make you comfortable though, he will dig out every blanket they have to keep you warm.

· He has to run the temple and he cannot abandon his duties. So, he will pop by to check on you. He’ll always have someone to sit with you though. Or guard outside your room. He doesn’t want to risk anything.

· He’ll even, if he has the time, bake you a get well soon cupcake and leave it on your bedside table. With a little note attached to it. It’s got a little doodle of him and you on it. It’s sort of sweet.

· So much fucking tea. He’ll be constantly bringing you hot drinks if you’re too cold and cold drinks if you’re too warm.

· He’s a sucker for not following guidelines. But not in the case of your health. If the Doctor says to rest, you’re going to rest. He’ll ensure it that you’re not disturbed and that you’re well looked after.

Raiden;

· Is now a good time to panic? Yes, yes, it is. He has no idea what to do. Gods don’t get sick, so he has never had a cold/being ill. But what the fuck is going on!?

· He panics. A lot. Is rushing you to the Doctors to see what is wrong with you. He is an over worrier with you. Will google your symptoms, you’re regretting introducing him to the internet.

· When the first thing that pops up suggests you could be pregnant. You have to reassure him that that’s the first thing it will always say. Googling your symptoms makes him worry more.

· When you reassure him its just a cold, he’s googling all the remedies and what’s best for them. He’s going through all the books and asking everyone.

· But in the end, he opts to listen to your wants and needs and act on them.

· When you want something, he’ll fetch you it. He’ll also constantly be checking your temperature, monitoring any changes and keeping a very close eye on you.

· If you’re too cold, he’ll share some of his warmth with you. Wrapping you up in all the blankets. Cuddling you tight and reassuring you everything is going to be fine.

· You’re too warm, he’s got this, just to take a nap on the sofa and when you wake everything will be fine.

· You wake to a cool breeze on your face. You think he’s brought you a fan. Nope. Fujin Is there reading a book, keeping you cool, whilst Raiden is sat next to him smiling. Well, it’s cheaper than running a fan all the time.

· When you’re sick is the first time he tries Pizza. Incidentally. He offers to cook, but you’re like no, I want a greasy pizza to ease my head. It makes no logical sense to him, but you know your body better than anyone else.

· He sort of likes it!

Erron Black;

· If you get sick whilst in Earthrealm and he’s with the Black Dragon, Like, he can buy you the best medical treatment possible. Kano, who begrudgingly has his uses, has good connections with Doctors. So, you’re sorted.

· If its in Outworld, he’ still very calm on the inside. He’s got access to the best in Outworld.

· He will dote on you as much as possible either way. All you have to do is message him you’re sick, and he’s coming around with a comfort box. Filled with everything you love, from your favourite scented candles, to that movie you love so much!

· Will bring you whatever food and drink you want. You want a Taco Bell but you’re in Outworld, he will fucking find a way to get his Sugar whatever they want!

· He doesn’t get sick, he’s got a hardy immune system, so he’s straight away in bed with you. Cuddling you and reassuring you it’ll be fine.

· You complain you’re too cold and shivery. He’ll give you his shirt and wraps you up nice and warm.

· You’re too hot, then he’s turning the AC all the way down or moving you into a room that’s in the shade.

· If you ask him to, he’ll even sing to you when you’re struggling to sleep. He doesn’t know many soft songs, so he kind of makes up lyrics.

· He’ll also tell you some of his stories if you want. You love hearing them anyway but coupled with his soothing voice and the desire to sleep; you’re basically falling asleep within no time.

· He’s very receptive to your needs and whatever you want he’ll endeavour to get!

· He keeps reassuring you that he’s here for you. He needs his square-dancing partner to be in tip, top condition.

· When he thinks you’re asleep and resting, he’ll be saying some cute shit about your future.

· Also, if you need to rest, then you’re resting. No two ways about it, you are going to relax and he’s going to be right there with you.

Kung Lao;

· Panics. A lot. You’re ill!?! Are you dying? No. But he’s going to fucking act like you are. Poor Cinnamon bun.

· He has no idea what to do. When he’s ill he just hibernates and pretends that he’s a rock. Just a motionless rock without a care in the world.

· He hates seeing you ill and it tears him up on the inside. He wants you to be better!!

· Will bring you every medicinal/herbal remedy at his disposal. Some of them taste nice, some of them taste awful. It’s the luck of the draw.

· He will dote on you to the extreme! He’ll make sure you’re all tucked in, nice and warm and well rested.

· He will turn you into a blanket marshmallow when you’re complaining you’re cold and shivery.

· He’ll bring you soup, tea and anything else warm to ease your symptoms.

· If you’re too warm, he’ll try and ease you’re discomfort by fanning you or running you a cold bath. He’s really trying!

· He asks Liu Kang what to do but gets a joke about how you’ve been sick from the get go. Well, you’ve got to be for choosing Kung Lao over him. It’s not helping. In the end he suggests rest and relaxation.

· Tries to relax you by playing whale music, but it’s the wrong playlist and some loud music starts playing. He’s horrible at this.

· In the end he just goes with his instincts. Brings you some greasy food, which he indulges in… don’t tell Raiden. He doesn’t fancy having to work off the calories. And will cuddle you none stop.

· He will constantly ask if you’re comfy and if you need anything.

· He’ll do your hair and skin care routine. Trying to pamper you and make you feel like a human and not a bog witch.

· Will constantly compliment you on how pretty you are to him.

· He loves how close you both are during these moments. He’ll love to spoon you, whispering sweet nothings in your ear to help you fall asleep.

· He’s never really had a relationship, so he’s never had to deal with this situation. But, he picks up on what you want/need pretty well. He’s a very doting and caring person. Aren’t you lucky to be looked after by him?

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Across Seven Seas

Chapter 3

Description: This fanfiction series is set in the year 2022, after the horrid COVID-19 has finally come to an end. In this fanfiction, Chris Evans holidays with his family in India and meets Meera Shankar. The story explores their rollercoaster journey and raises a question, whether two people, from two contrasting backgrounds and cultures, can build their future together?

This series is Chris Evans x OFC with Chris Evans' family and friends having recurring appearances. Please find below a lot of Original Characters-

Meera Shankar - The female lead

Meera's Mother

Poppy - Meera's maternal grandmother

Rohan - Meera's elder brother who is 6 years older than her.

Ankur - Concierge of the Hotel Maple-Fawn in Mussoorie

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Chapter 3

6th September, 7:30am - Dehradun Hotel, India

Meera barely noticed the morning chatter at the breakfast table, the voices becoming dull thuds in her mind. As she dozed off for the tenth time, her mother snapped. "You just woke up Meera! How can you still be sleepy? People in the mornings are usually active, bright-eyed and alert! Yet here you are going back to sleep." "Who said I slept last night?" spoke Meera, unsuccessfully trying to stifle her yawn, "With you and Poppy snoring into my ears, I could hardly sleep." "We don't snore that bad," said her mother, defensively. "Have you ever hear... (yawn) Have you ever even heard yourself snore?" replied a sleepy Meera. "I slept peacefully in my room. Just like a baby," Rohan chimed in with a smug smile. Her sleep deprived brain could not think of a clever repertoire. At least she would fall asleep on the ride to Mussoorie, hopefully avoiding the nasty motion sickness.

6th September, 9:15am - Delhi, India

🎶tring, tring, tring, tring🎶

Chris heard the faint chime of the landline in his room. Struggling to find it in the darkness, Chris finally answered the call. The receptionist on the other end of the line was kind. She patiently reminded him about the wake-up call that had been scheduled by him and informed him about the buffet breakfast. The Evans family had reached the fancy hotel in the wee hours of the morning. It had been a relief to exit the Delhi airport sans the company of the media. Jet-lagged and exhausted, they had all collapsed into their beds. Even Chris had fallen asleep as soon as his head had touched the pillow. He now stretched on the bed, missing the warmth of his adorable canine. He knew the best way to deal with jet-lag was to condition your body to the local timezone. After freshening up, he headed towards the buffet, seeking to eat his breakfast in peace.

As there were no direct flights from Boston to Dehradun, they had decided to stay for a day in Delhi, just to rest their bones. Tomorrow, they would catch the flight to Dehradun. As Chris understood, their hotel in Mussoorie was around 6 hours away from Dehradun airport. He did not look forward to the excessive travel. He knew they would all be tired out for a week before they started feeling normal again.

He was soon joined by his family for breakfast. A large family of 7 Americans was not an unusual sight for the patrons of this hotel. Being one of the most luxurious and expensive hotels in the city, tourists from across the world flocked to the 5-star property. The best part? Nobody recognized them, especially Chris. While Chris did have a huge fan following in India, he was not immediately recognisable with his large beard and overgrown hair.

"Do we have anything planned for today?" Chris confirmed with Carly as she demolished her pancakes, "Not really. The hotel did offer a tour of the local tourist hotspots, but I didn't think anyone would be up for a day out." "Especially in this heat," chimed in Shanna. "From what I Google searched, Delhi has beautiful forts and structures. There are even expansive gardens in the city! Maybe we can visit just one site before leaving tomorrow?" suggested their mother Lisa. "I will check with the concierge and see what they recommend," offered Scott.

Chris settled back in his room after the breakfast, checking-in with Tara about Dodger. He dozed off while waiting for a reply.

Same day, 11:40pm - Dehradun-Mussoorie road

Meera woke up with a jerk as the car pulled around a corner, her heart beating fast. They were on the last portion of the winding roads, almost at the top of the hill. Dazed, she looked around the SUV, her mother and brother were wide awake and Poppy had nodded off. From the window, Meera saw the mountains and trees in all their glory, but the motion of the car lulled her exhausted mind back to sleep.

Almost 20 minutes later, she woke up again as her mother gently taped her on the shoulder. "We have reached," she quietly said, "Are you feeling okay?" Blinking her eyes, Meera managed to say yes. Chilly breeze greeted her as she opened the door of the car. Audibly shuddering, she shut the door, reluctant to leave the warm vehicle. Her brother pulled it open again, "Wake up sleepy head! Look how beautiful it is!" "It is COLD," replied Meera hoarsely, still struggling to find her bearings. "Okay look, it is just 10 steps from the car to the hotel's entrance. Just 10 steps! Then you will be in nice toasty-warm lobby. Let's go! The hills are calling us! Let's go let's go!!" Meera smiled at her brother's exuberance. Mountains had the same effect on him that beaches had on her. Bracing herself for the cold, Meera dashed from the car and into the hotel.

Maple-Fawn was one of the few 5-star hotels in Mussoorie. The international company had a chain of hotels in the country, but their property at this hill-station had been voted as one of the bests. The lobby section was intimidating to say the least. White marble flooring, polished wood-panelled walls, and elegant paintings and statues gave a sophisticated, warm vibe. As the family was checking-in, the male concierge asked for Meera, "Welcome to Maple-Fawn everyone. Do we have a Mrs Meera Shankar amongst us?" "It is Ms Meera Shankar, and that would be me," she replied. "Hello ma'am. I am Ankur, the resident concierge of this property. As I am led to believe, you are the one with the food allergies, correct?" "Yes absolutely." "We received your email ma'am, the one with the list of foods you are allergic to, and a couple of recipes which would suit you. Can we discuss it once you are settled-in?" "Oh right yes. How about we meet again after one hour?" "Sure ma'am. I will meet you with the chef in your room," confirmed Ankur.

The receptionist handed them the key cards to their rooms. "As I can see in the system, you have booked two rooms, with the 3 women living in one room and Mr Rohan living in another. Would you like to have a single bed mattress in your room ma'am? It would be more comfortable," suggested the receptionist. As her mother refused after hearing the cost for the extra mattress, Meera had to chuckle. Even the receptionist must have wondered how will 3 fat women fit on a queen-sized bed, she thought.

"Why should we spend so much money on a mattress when we call all sleep together on the same bed?" argued Meera's mother as they reached their rooms, "We have already spent so much on this expensive hotel, I am certainly not paying for anything extra." Meera's face fell as she heard those words. It had been difficult to find a hotel which would cater to her food allergies. While various brands offered food for people who were strictly vegetarian or vegan, the hotel staff, usually the chefs, could never wrap their minds around how could a person be allergic to so many things. Luckily, Maple-Fawn had been accommodating, but being on the upper-end luxurious side of things, the stay at the hotel itself had costed them around 4 months of Rohan's salary. "I will get to snuggle-up to my daughter on the same bed and sleep. I can't wait!" continued Meera's mother. "Creep," muttered Meera.

But despite herself, Meera had to admit, the view from their room was to die for...

Same day, 3pm - Delhi

Chris awoke to someone ringing the doorbell of his room. Stumbling across the room in the darkness, he opened the door to see Carly. "Hey Chris, we are going to Rori gardens, do you want to tag along?" "What? Which gardens?" "Rori, or something like that. I don't understand most of the names here," sheepishly admitted Carly. "Should I show you the brochure?" Nodding his reply, Chris stepped aside to let Carly in. "Oh God, it is dark in here, let there be light!" "No wait sto..." But before Chris could finish his sentence, Carly had opened the curtains, flooding the room with bright sunlight. "Aargh" Chris groaned at the sudden light, hidding under the covers on his bed. Laughing, Carly tried to pull the covers off of him, but Chris held on tight. "C'mon you big baby! You are worse than your niece and nephews! Even they are playing in the swimming pool and here you are, hiding underneath the covers!" "It's too bright! Turn down the sun!" Chris whined. "No way! Get up now! See this garden looks like fun. Don't stay held up in your room." Chris muttered something. "Christopher Evans, come out now or else I WILL tickle you!" Carly threatened. Uncovering his head, Chris opened one eye, "What do you want, you Kraken monster?!" Carly smiled, it had been too long since Chris had called her by the nickname. A change of location was maybe just what he needed afterall.

Chris met Carly, Scott and Lisa in the lobby, Shanna choosing to stay behind with the kids. Their hotel, Maple-Fawn, had provided them with a guide and comfortable cars. If Chris wasn't mistaken, they were going to stay at the brand's property in Mussoorie as well. "What is the name of the garden again?" Chris asked their Guide. "They are called Lodhi Gardens," came the prompt reply. "It is spread over 90 acres and contains some of the best landscaping seen here in Delhi. The garden is also home to tombs of various kings who had once ruled Delhi." "Oh so it's a graveyard," inquired Scott excitedly. Chris chucked at his brother's excitement. "Not at all sir," replied their Guide, "The garden is used as a park, where people jog, do yoga, exercise and kids play around. You will get an idea once we reach."

While the road to Lodhi Gardens had been full of traffic and commotion, the place itself was peaceful and serene. Tall trees surrounded the walkways, manicured green lawns with flower beds covered the uneven terrain, while the graves of the bygone kings were nothing like the Evans family had seen before. These were ancient structures, with delicate ornate carvings on the walls. "Woah," whispered Scott, "If these are their graves, then I can't even imagine how royal their palaces must have been!"

Chris caught himself smiling. As much as he willed himself not to feel happiness, he couldn't help but feel a little bit relaxed. Lodhi Gardens were beautiful.

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floutua · 5 years

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where are you now

This was requested by an anon who wanted a FIve soulmate AU and I might make a part two to this because Five doesn’t actually appear in the beginning and I’m quite sorry about that! Thank you for sending in this request!

p/s: I was supposed to post this on Saturday but I forgot so now I’m quickly doing this from my phone! Regular posting starts next week! Thank you!

“Ouch.” Your friend, Vanya, winces when you step into the auditorium and you nod your head, pulling your sweater tighter around you, shivering slightly despite the rather warm air in the auditorium. She wraps an arm around you, pulling you close to her as the two of you head towards the stage. “On a scale of one to ten, how cold are you today?”

You furrow your eyebrows at her question, holding on to your violin case tightly. “About an 8.” You tell her flatly and Vanya shakes her head. The pity looks you have been getting while on your way to college almost made you want to turn around and go back home but as much as you would love to do just that, you absolutely could not. Today is the last day of rehearsals and you really cannot afford to miss this lest you want to mess up your performance tomorrow.

“That’s really bad.” Vanya agrees; she knew how that felt. She had been in the exact situation before she had stumbled upon Leonard, literally (however this is a different story altogether) and Vanya was always seen wearing very, very thick clothes due to how cold she felt all the time. “I hope you can meet your soulmate soon.” Vanya whispers as she releases you from her hold and you smile at her, reaching over to squeeze her hand appreciatively. Vanya smiles back at you and you drop her hand, moving over to where your seat is.

You often wonder where and when you will be able to meet your soulmate. It was not always a guaranteed happy ending (take your mum for example; ever since your dad passed away, she is always feeling a tad bit too warm or a tad bit too cold – there was no in between for her) but despite that, you still want to find out who your soulmate is: mostly because you want to give him or her an earful for always leaving you feeling extremely cold!

There was an instance where you had felt that warmth from being in the same vicinity as you but unfortunately, that day had been one of the very first times you had performed with the team and there was a huge audience. So, you really could not tell where he or she had been at that time. A smile appears on your face as you recall back your first day; that had been where you met Vanya Hargreeves – your best friend forever.

Vanya had been a quiet teen back then but because the two of you played the violin, the both of you always end up staying back together to do more practice and that soon turned in to eating lunch together and occasionally dinner at Griddy’s or at your house. You rarely ever get the chance to go to her house – on the account that Vanya thinks her siblings will scare you away, which you laugh off because Vanya is the sweetest person you have ever met and sure, she has her issues – because honestly you would too if your older sister is a well-known rising actress – but so do you.

Once rehearsal is done, you begin to pack up your violin, feeling less nervous after the satisfying runs the entire team did. Vanya taps you on the shoulder and you smile at her. “I know I promised that we would go out for dinner tonight, but my brother just came back, and can we take a rain check?” She asks you apologetically, bringing her two hands together.

The smile falters from your face and you nod your head, turning to face her. “Which brother?” You ask her; you know Vanya has a few brothers, an older sister and a fraternal twin. “And of course, Vanya; I don’t mind. Family is much more important.” You assure her and Vanya shakes her head, reaching over to hold your hand.

“You are family too, Y/N.” Vanya emphasizes, and you smile at her words. “Five!” She tells you and you nod your head; out of all of her siblings, the only ones you have yet to meet were Luther (because he is an astronaut and is working with NASA) and Five (who never seems to be in the country whenever you happen to be free). “My entire family will be here tomorrow, maybe you can meet them tomorrow.”

You nod your head. “I wouldn’t hold you onto that.” You point out and Vanya chuckles under her breath. “By entire family… you mean?”

“Allison’s here with her family – Patrick and Claire – and Luther is on leave! Five had gone with Mum to visit our grandfather, Pogo in Manchester.” Vanya explains and you nod your head. You have always admired Vanya’s love for her family; whenever she talks about them, you cannot help but feel happy too. You were an only child and only had your mum, so you never really had the privilege of knowing what it feels like to be in a big family. Vanya’s phone beeps a few times and she pick up her phone, looking through the messages. “Oh, Leonard’s here. Do you want Leonard and I to drop you off?”

You nod your head and Vanya smiles at you before she went back to her seat to pick up her violin case. She walks back over to you and you hook your arm around hers and the two of you walk out of the auditorium.

Your cheeks are starting to hurt from the amount of smiling you have been doing the entire time. Your first solo performance had ended, and you were grateful everything had gone smoothly, even the team performance as well. Even if you had placed second (Vanya placed first for the solo performance), you were really happy. Today was different; you had woken up that morning feeling slightly warmer than you had the day before and as the day progresses, you were starting to feel toasty and you had been nervous with anticipation and dread. Pulling back from the hug, you smile at Vanya. “I am so happy for you, V. You deserved that first place!”

Vanya chuckles under her breath, thanking you profusely; she hadn’t exactly expected to win because your performance had been impeccable as always. “Come, meet my family!” Without even waiting for your reply, Vanya pulls your hand and drags you out of the room and in to the hallway where there is a group of people chatting among themselves. The chattering stop the moment Vanya approaches them with you in tow and suddenly, you start to sweat, feeling the temperature rise like crazy and your eyes immediately seek out the two members of Vanya’s family that you have to meet: Luther and Five and your mouth suddenly feels dry. “Everyone, this is my best friend, Y/N and Y/N, you have heard about most of them! This is Luther, Diego, Allison, Klaus, Five and Ben.” Vanya introduces and you give them a small smile, before excusing yourself and dragging Vanya with you.

“V, he’s here!” You tell her, eyes wide as you try to ignore the confused looks burning at the back of your head. Now that you are a bit further away, you don’t feel as hot and Vanya takes out her handkerchief, handing it to you upon seeing the sweat on your forehead. “Literally – it’s either Luther or Five!” You hiss at her, starting to panic and Vanya’s eyes widen when she finally registers what you have just said. She looks at her brothers and look at you.

“You did say you’ve been feeling hot too.” Vanya reaches for your hand and she frowns when she realizes just how hot you were. It must have been hard on you to be near her family. “I think you should probably get some rest; you’re looking a tad bit too pale.” Vanya informs you but before you could even say anything, your vision starts to blur, and you are feeling very light-headed and the next thing you know is Vanya screaming your name as you fall.

You wake up to the sound of someone scribbling something and you wince as you try to move your body, slowly opening your eyes. You glance around and realize that you are not in the hospital – like you initially thought – but that you were in someone’s room. “Where am I?” You murmur and turn to look at the person who had been scribbling earlier. To your immense surprise, it is none other than Vanya’s brother, Five.

Five abruptly stops writing and looks at you – his stare so intense you almost forgot about the fact that he might possibly be your soulmate. “I have had people throwing themselves at me but never falling at my feet.” He tells you with a straight face and you furrow your eyebrows but just as you are about to open your mouth to refute, Five speaks once more. “You must be my soulmate.”

Your heart begins to race, and your eyes widen as you take in what he had just said. You blink a couple of times when you realize that despite being this close to your soulmate, your body temperature feels like it is at an impasse and you open your mouth only to close it because… what do you say to your soulmate? So, you just nod your head dumbly. “Yeah, I suppose I am.”

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lostinthewiind · 5 years

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Hey friend! Can I request some Joe Liebgott? We all love our skinny, angry, war child! You can write whatever but possibly some fluff!! 💖 love love love your writing!

Hello friend! I also enjoy little angry rat boi Liebgott. Always so angry, always so handsome. How does he get his hair like that? We’ll never know.

Everyone seems to love Liebgott, so for you, my sweet, and everyone else reading, here is some fluffy Lieb.

Lakeside Lovers

Your eyelids fell shut as you tilted your face up toward the sun and basked in the warm rays. Austria was beyond beautiful, but your absolute favourite thing about it was how quiet and serene the water was in the early morning.

The bright blue lake shimmered in the morning light and with the cool morning breeze, the small ripples of water lapping against the dock soothed your weary soul. Despite Hitler being dead and the Germans surrendering, you still had trouble sleeping. The only thing that got you through the long nights was the thought of going down to the water as soon as the sun rose. That, and Liebgott.

The stubborn, usually annoyed man would kill you if you ever told anyone, but he spent many hours by your side in the darkness, his fingers running through your hair and his mouth overflowing with comforting words. He had a hard exterior, that was for sure, but it was what was hidden deep inside of him that you had grown fond of.

Exhaling loudly, you slowly started to unbutton your jacket. Some mornings you would strip down and take a dip in the refreshing lake, and some mornings, you would just sit on the dock, your legs hanging over the edge and your palms face down on the wood.

That morning you decided a nice swim would do you some good.

Once you were in nothing but your undergarments, you piled up your clothes in a spot in the sun, hoping they would be warm when you put them back on later, and started down the dock. You knew better than to slowly torture yourself with the cold temperatures of the water, so as soon as your toes reached the end of the walkway, you dove head first into the blue depths.

Your body tensed up a little as the freezing lake surrounded you, but as soon as your head popped up again and you drew in a deep breath, you were as relaxed as you had hoped you would be.

Wading in one spot, you turned your body, your back to the dock, and stared out at the trees on the other side of the body of water. The morning wind rustled the leaves and swung the thin branches, but otherwise, the great, tall trees stood sturdy.

The sky was a breathtaking shade of baby blue and the few clouds that were present were white and puffy; not an ominous look to them at all.

“Aren’t you cold?” a voice dragged you from your thoughts, startling you a little. Usually, no one was even awake that early, so you were shocked that someone else had wandered down to the lake.

Spinning yourself around, you looked up and saw a figure standing over you on the dock. Joe Liebgott watched you intently, his hands stuffed into his pockets and his hair messed up from sleeping.

“It’s not too bad once you get in.” you shrugged the best you could whilst still treading water. “You should join me. It’s refreshing.”

Joe shook his head hard as he crouched down and sat at the edge of the dock. “No thank you.” he declined. “Morning swims are a whole special type of crazy that I am not looking to be a part of.”

“It’s not crazy,” you told him matter-of-factly. “It wakes me up.”

“How can it wake you up when you barely sleep as it is?” he cocked a brow quizzically. “I heard you tossing and turning last night.” he reached up to nervously scratch the back of his neck. “I should have come and laid with you. I’m sorry.”

You watched as Joe’s face flushed with guilt. “Don’t be sorry.” you waded closer to the dock. “My sleep issues are not your problem. You have to get sleep too. It’s not fair of me to ask you to lay with me every night.”

“I feel bad when you don’t sleep.”

“And I feel bad when you don’t sleep.” you retorted. “Don’t worry about it, seriously. I’ll be fine. I always am.”

Joe opened his mouth to say something back, but before he could, a beautiful, brightly coloured bird flew overhead, catching your attention. The small bird let out a few chirps before landing in a nearby tree and beginning its morning song.

You loved being awake for when the birds started to stir and call out to the first sign of light for the day. It was something only a few people got to witness, and you felt blessed that you could be one of them.

“It’s so beautiful here,” you commented, your irises glued to the bird as it hopped from branch to branch and sang loud and proud, the sweet sound echoing out over the still lake.

Joe’s eyes had fallen upon you and he took the time when you weren’t paying attention to him to take in your beauty; the way your wet hair cascaded over your shoulders and the sun illuminated your pale face, making it look like you were glowing.

“It is.” he agreed, his sight still set on you. “It is beautiful.”

You let out a soft chuckle as you turned to look at him again, your arms gradually growing tired of keeping you afloat. “If only the whole war had been fought here.” you imagined. “Maybe it wouldn’t have been so bad.”

Joe laughed. “Maybe.”

As a gust of wind blew over you, causing your exposed skin to rise with goosebumps, you shuddered. “Okay, now I’m getting cold,” you announced. “I’m coming out.”

Reaching down, Joe offered you a hand. With one hand in his and the other firmly gripping the side of the dock, you pulled yourself up, your hands moving in between Joe’s legs to hold you up.

Joe swallowed hard as you hovered in front of him, your face inches away from his, your body covered only by a bra and underwear and dripping wet. Absentmindedly, the man licked his lips, a desire burning inside of him to just lean in and kiss you.

“Joe.” you breathed out. “I’m getting really cold. Can you bring me my towel?”

Joe snapped out of his daze and jumped to his feet. “Yeah.” he rushed over to grab your towel from your things. By the time he got back, you were sitting next to where he had been, your legs swinging as they hung over the side of the dock.

You smiled wide when Joe draped the towel over your shoulders, and as you reached up to wrap the fabric tighter around your body, he lowered himself back down beside you.

“Ugh, this is always the worst part.” your teeth chattered as you spoke. “Warming up takes a while.”

Shrugging his uniform jacket off, Joe generously placed the extra layer over your shoulders on top of the towel. “There you go.” he wrapped his arm around you for good measure. “Nice and toasty.”

“Nice and toasty.” you giggled, your head falling to the side to rest on his shoulder. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.” he squeezed you tight. “Now hush and enjoy the view.”

“Okay,” you whispered.

Together, you and Joe sat in silence, allowing the sounds of the world around you to do all of the talking. The sun climbed higher into the sky, and before long, you were indeed warm and dry.

At that moment, you took the time to think back at all the things Joe Liebgott had done for you during the war. He had sat with you in foxholes during miserable nights, he had offered you water from his canteen when you were out, he had whispered sweet nothings to you when you couldn’t sleep, and he offered you his jacket when you were cold. Those small things were just some of the many that the sweet cab driver from Oakland had done for you, and you alone.

“Joe.” you broke the silence.

“Hmm?” he hummed, his eyes still scanning the opposite shoreline.

“I think I love you.”

Joe’s body tensed for a fleeting moment, his head slowly turning toward you. “You think you love me?”

“Yes.”

“What’s a guy gotta do to get you to know for sure or not?”

Caressing his slightly stubbled cheek with your thumb, you pulled him in and pressed your lips to his. “Don’t get smart with me,” you warned. “I will push you in this lake.”

“In that case, I think I love you back.”

“That’s good.” you smiled.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

#band of brothers #band of brothers fanfic #band of brothers fanfiction #joe liebgott #hbowar #joe liebgott x reader #reader insert #lostinthewiind #reader imagine

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jawllines · 6 years

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Please post the dad harry blurb :):):) love u

Y/N is unbelievably frustrated.

So, fucking, frustrated!

The day had been so delightful, one of the best she’s had in a very long time. Harry had invited her to stay the night on Friday which included Teddy being pouty that Harry was getting to spend the night with her but he wasn’t. So they set up shop with a pallet on the floor in his room, and after a few hours of reading books, tickles, giggles and “How many stars are ups in the skies, Daddy?” along with, “Lots, go to bed Teds,” until Teddy’s snores fill the room. Y/N had been close to sleep herself until she gets a poke and a prod on her side by Harry’s hand and when she was reluctant to move from their makeshift bed (she’d found a comfortable spot), he slid his arms beneath her body and carried her to his bed.

By the time they’d gotten to the bed, she was ready for bed, and she tipped her face into his neck while he rubbed her arm. She had decided that she likes sleeping with Harry much more than she likes sleeping by herself, which is a lot to say for a notorious blanket and bed hog like herself. Even when his non-socked feet were freezing cold and touching against her shins until her body heat warmed him, she fell asleep easy.

She’d been aroused from sleep by gentle kisses and a previously sleep puffy eyed Harry in the glittering glow of sun shining through his window. Though she wouldn’t let him infiltrate her mouth with his tongue, “I’ve got mornin’ breath, you heathen,” he merely giggled and patted her bum, pushing a kiss to her temple, “G’na make brekkie, Love. You can sleep for a little while longer.”

Y/N had shaken her head though, kicked her legs from the blanket with a wide-mouthed yawn that switched into a grunting stretch before she rolled out, “Nuh-uh, m’up,” she grumbled, “Lemme pee, and I’ll help.”

They cooked breakfast together – Harry taught her how to make the eggs fluffy and she showed him the best way to bake cinnamon sugar muffins – and around 8AM, he goes up to wake Teddy. When he comes back down, Teddy is clutching the stuffed bear she had bought him at the zoo, eyes still tired but a big smile on his mouth once he realized Y/N’s still there. He gives outstretched arms towards her and Harry indulged him, and passed him to Y/N’s arms, “Good morning, beautiful,” she cooed at him, slipped her finger into his hand and let him hold onto it tightly, “How’d you sleep?”

“Good,” he murmured, “Still sweepy, though.”

After they all ate, Harry got Teddy ready to go to Maisie’s, told her to make herself comfortable and that he would be back shortly. Which was true – Y/N had just barely gotten out of the shower by the time he’d opened the door back up and he had been greeted by her in a towel, about to bend down into her overnight bag. “Oh!” He startled, covering his eyes, “Sorry, Lovie, I should’ve knocked.”

Y/N laughed, “Harry, this is your room, you don’t have to knock,” she told him.

She hadn’t been quite sure how they’d ended up in his bed, or how Harry had begun fingering her open, getting up to three inside of her and he curled and petted at her spot until she was pulsating and cumming over them, but they had. And she had gotten worked up enough that she decided that she wanted him inside of her right then and there, asking for him to please do it, she’d been more than ready, and she thought she was stretched out enough.

But he wouldn’t fit.

Harry had tried, the fat head budding at her hole but after a moment and her feeling a pinch, Harry looks to her with his brows knitted in concentration and concern, “You’re still too tight, baby,” he murmured, “Hold on.” He slipped back down her body, the broad of his tongue licking up her slit, parting her lips around it and he began again, starting with one finger, escalating to two, then three all while he suckled and nipped and lapped at her already swollen clit. Her legs were parted how he parted them, pushing her knees up towards her chest and outward. He scissors his fingers this time and Y/N feels the burn of herself stretching out for his thick digits, but she was too focused on the wet feeling of his tongue to really pay mind to it.

When Harry crawls back up her body again, Y/N makes him flip over so he was propped up on the headboard, straddling his waist how she had been when she’d grinded on him the first time and with a huffed breath, “Lemme try like this,” and he nodded, his big hands flattened out on her hips. His fingers dug into her skin, dipping into the flesh and holding her tight, helping her as she tried to ease down and yet it still hadn’t been enough – trying to lower and her walls just wouldn’t give.

So that’s how she ended up sat back on his thighs, warding away disgruntled tears as she tried to figure out why she was cursed with the tiniest fucking hole in the world, while he rubbed her thighs gently with the pads of his thumbs.

“It’s okay, sweet girl,” he murmurs gently to her, “We can try a different day.”

“I don’t want to try a different day,” she grumbled petulantly, “I want you in me now.”

His cock twitches between them, a little blurt of precum appearing at the slit, and her pout only deepens, “Sorry,” he murmurs sheepishly but Y/N shakes her head, knuckling at her eye in frustration but scooting backward until she wasn’t straddling his lap anymore. She lowers, her breath ghosting warm over his prick, and his hips buck up unintentionally, “You don’t have to –”

“I want to,” she murmurs, stretching her lips over the tip and sucking him down like she’d grown so fond of doing. The way she sees it, is if she can’t cum herself then she wants to make him cum, even if it means stirring an ache in the jaw. His heady taste still makes her dizzy with want and she pulses around nothing, which only serves to remind her of their dilemma and it drags an inadvertent whiny groan around him. Harry’s hand goes to the back of her head, fingers curling up in her hair and giving a soft tug.

“M’sorry baby, but m’g’na cum if you keep that up.”

“Want you to,” she barely murmurs over his cock, dragging the inner portion of her bottom lip against his frenulum, and he throbs against her palm, then another time against her tongue before a throaty mewl leaves him and he’s cumming. One shot leaving him to lay thick on his belly before she has the chance to tuck the tip into her mouth, feeling him spurt and dribble on her tongue. She likes how he tastes, maybe more than she should, swallowing it down and sucking him dry until his thighs twitch and he tugs at her hair again, a little more insistently than last time.

When she withdraws with a pop, licking around her mouth, and crawling back up his body. He gives a disbelieving puff of a laugh, shaking his head, “Christ, I promise I used to be able to last much longer but there’s something about you that just really – really gets me off.”

“Good,” she pushes a kiss to his lips, all bitten swollen and puffy, “It’d be better if I could just – if I could just get you inside me.”

Harry’s hand draws careful, intricate little circles into the soft skin of her back, her breasts pressed to his chest, “How ‘bout this,” he begins, his voice low and the vibrations of it reverberating throughout her whole being, “I’ll run us a bath, yeah? Get you all nice and relaxed – think you’re getting yourself all too worked up and it’s making it harder for it to happen.” He pats at her bum gently, “Then we’ll try again, okay? Just don’t get so hung up on it, s’making you tense.”

“Fine,” she murmurs, pushing herself up from the warmth of his body, “But if this doesn’t work, m’selling my soul off to the devil and maybe he’ll make it happen.”

Harry snorts through a laugh, “Fuck sake,” he shakes his head, “Never know what’s about to leave your mouth.”

. . .

Harry’s never felt guilty about having a big cock before.

If anything it had always been a bit of a stroke to the ego when he couldn’t fit inside someone right off; that little gasp when the head slides in and their walls stretch to accommodate his size always made him twitch some inside of them. Having them keen and moan about how full they feel and how big he is and how they would never forget how he felt inside of them because he’s hitting spots that they’ve never felt anyone hit before. It was gratifying and something he reveled in and ultimately what drew him to his end.

But with Y/N – god, he feels like shit. Like absolute shit!

He’d never been with a virgin before, so he wasn’t particularly sure what to do, or how to fit in her, or any of it. It’s why he hadn’t fucked her the first night, determined to do some research on how he could slip inside her easier. He had a ton of strawberry lube in his nightside table though when he suggested it she had been convinced that they wouldn’t need it. He was planning on taking his time properly stretching her out with his fingers, for a good hour at least, and even try with a smaller toy to get her ready for it.

And he has to get her to relax, that’s the most important thing, above all. He can see how tense she is when they try, how much she wants it to work, how nervous she is for her first time, and how frustrated she becomes when he isn’t immediately bucking his hips into her. That’s what makes him feel so bad, is because she’s trying so hard and she hates that it isn’t working. She just wants to make him feel good, she’s said it many times, and if she could feel good at the same time then that would be great but it pisses her off that she can’t get him inside of her. And as precious as it is when she’s all huffs and puffs and pouty (it only makes him want to ravish her more), he just wants her happy. Doesn’t want her to feel incompetent in any way because she isn’t and it makes him feel more like the inept.

So he’s thankful when she agrees to him drawing them both a bath and plans on beginning it in there. Makes it toasty and warm, filled with bubbles, and lowered himself inside the steaming water at first beside her, then he drags her into his lap and leans them both back. They rest for some time, just talking, and he can feel her muscles soothe and her body melt against him, even when his hands travel to the inside of her thighs and he begins running his fingers along the length of them. If anything she hiccups on her words but that’s the extent of it, continuing to tell him about a documentary she’d watch on speckled tree frogs.

It’s only when his hand slips up and over her clit softly, the pads of his fingers pressing over the swell of it, and when she stutters over a sharp inhale, “Shh, shh,” he shushes her, kissing the shell of her ear, rolling the button in small little circles, “Just focus on how it feels, baby. Relax and focus on how good I make you feel.”

She nods and he’s pleasantly surprised to feel her stay all melty and mushy with her back to his chest. The only time she even startles is when he slides his finger into her, but it’s only for a moment. She soon relaxes again, and he speaks in gentle coos and hushed murmurs only to encourage it, “That’s my girl,” he curls it up, petting against the soft little spot inside of her and his cock twitches when she a little whimper leaves her, “Does it feel good?”

“Mhm,” she hums, tilting her head back against his shoulder, the water sloshing some around them, “S’good, s’really good.”

“Yeah?” He withdraws his finger only to push a second and he can already feel her walls giving way much easier to them than they had been, “G’na open you up all nice for me, Pet. You jus’ gotta relax for me and let me stretch you out.” He scissors his fingers open, twisting them a little and his other hand swings around to press to her lower belly, feeling it quiver and tremble beneath his palm. The pure, carnal desire that tickles his own cock, filling back up against her bum but he ignores it in favor of sliding a third finger inside of her, his thumb rubbing her clit side to side. After doing this and eating her out several times before he begins to recognize when she starts to hit her peak, her thighs falling open, her breathing beginning to falter.

Though he doesn’t give into those sweet little whimpers that begin to leave her, instead taking his touch away from her completely, ignoring her small, “No, no, no” ‘s when she realizes what he’s doing. He starts stroking her thighs once more, shushing her again, “It’s okay, it’s okay,” pushing more soft kisses to her ear.

When she’s calmed down completely, he does it again. Gets her just before she tips over and then takes away his hand, lets her wiggle and whine until she calms and he touches her again.

And again.

He’s done it about six times, when she finally flips around, the water sloshing on the sides of the tub and she’s looking a little wrecked, “Harry,” she asks, “What’re you doing t’a me, huh? Why won’t you let me?”

Harry reaches up, petting her cheek with a sudsy thumb, “Greedy thing,” he tuts his tongue, “C’mon.”

He guides her up and out of the tub, dragging off one of the fluffy towels from the warmer rack and rolling it out for her, tucking it around her body and pecking a kiss to the tip of her nose. Only loosely does he wrap the towel around his waist, his hand to the small of her back ushering her towards the room, instructing her to get on the bed. She listens easy, crawling into the bed and letting the towel slip off of her as she flopped down, flipping over so she faced him and Harry splits her thighs open for her. Her pussy looks swollen and wet, messy with her arousal and it makes his mouth water, as he takes three of his fingers, dragging them down her slit and dipping them inside of her with no resistance.

A smile grows on his lips, curling them upward and watching her thighs squeeze around his hand, “Sweet girl,” he pats her thigh, leaning over to the nightstand and pulling open the drawer reaching in for the little bottle, “Think you’re ready for me, but we’re g’na use some lube just in case – wipe that pout off,” he plucks at her bottom lip, “This will just ensure it.”

He clicks the cap open, drizzling the cool liquid over his cock (that had chubbed up all the way by then) and slicking it up and down. Biting down hard on his bottom lip, he says a short prayer that this will be the time as he takes hold of himself and tips his cock down. The head buds at the hole and his toes curl, taking in a deep breath as he pushes forward and watches as her walls stretch around the tip as he begins to sink in. His mouth is hung open, abdomen clenching, “Oh,” it feels good – so fucking good, and he looks up to Y/N who is looking at him, all moony eyes and he leans forward, lowering so that he’s hovering over her body, pausing with just the tip in. As much as he wanted to sink in deep, she’s more important to him than how pleasantly good this feels, “Are you okay, Love?”

She nods, “Yeah, m’okay,” she laughs a little, squeezing around him and he bites back his own whimper, “You’re inside me.”

“Mhm,” he murmurs, “I’m inside.”

“Good,” she grins, and Harry feels his heart swell in his chest, thumping hard as his own smile drags at his lips, “I’m happy.”

Harry kisses her with every inch of himself, slowly pushing in further and Y/N’s walls are giving, letting him inside. As cheesy as it sounded, he’d never felt this amount of love in his body as he’s been in bed with someone and he’d never been happier. Even as he’s pushed all the way in, feeling her pulsate and squeeze around him – the delightful, wonderful, beautiful feeling of her pussy fluttering around him didn’t compare to how amazing it felt to be doing this when he was so in love with her. He feels so connected to her and he’s so happy that they finally can be intimate in this way.

He parts with a soft smack, “Y/N,” he pushes another kiss to the corner of her mouth, “You feel so good.”

She nods, “You do too –” she responds, “It hurts a bit but not bad…s’like a burny kind of feeling but it’s good – could you…would you move?”

“If it hurts at any point you tell me to stop, okay?” He tells her and she hums her assent, drawing back slow and pushing in at the same pace. It felt so good, so so good, and the soft little whimper she makes when his finger goes to her clit and starts to roll it beneath her fingers once again. She squeezes and flutters and moans – Harry feels like he’s going to blow, the first time he pushes in and his balls thwack against her bum. She’s still tight but not to the point that he thinks it would be hurting her and he stays slow, asking her every so often if she needs him slower but she always shakes her head.

Eventually, her fingers dip into his bicep, “Could you go faster, please?”

Harry nearly cums right there.

She’s wet, soaking his cock because he’s stroking against her bump inside of her with each thrust, and it’s starting to make a squelching noise every time he fucks into her. Y/N’s mewling and keening, legs twitching, and he knows she’s about to cum. So he quickens his thumb and he goes faster, and he feels her gushing around him, her thighs squeezing around him tight as she hits her end.

Harry has to slip out fast after that, almost immediately beginning to cum himself when he runs his hand over his shaft. Thick, hot white ropes, again on her stomach, one even extending to her breast; Harry gives a breathless laugh at the fact that he’d already cum and yet he was nutting off like he’d been weeks without it.

By the time he’s finished, he’s breathing heavy, flopping over her body no matter the mess he’d left atop of her, and she wiggles beneath him, “Harry,” she squeaks, “You’re heavy! And you’re g’na get sticky.”

“If I make you sticky, s’only fair I get sticky too,” he tells her decisively, “Though I do believe we’ll need another shower.”

. . .

Y/N’s happy.

And as she’s sitting on the couch, snuggled into Harry’s side, with a fuzzy throw pulled over them, she decides that she’s never been this god damn happy in a very long time.

She’s so, god damn, happy!

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Comfort & Ploy - Chapter 3

Carver Hawke needs a girlfriend for the festive season. Filipa Trevelyan needs an excuse not to spend Satinalia with her parents. Best friends pretending to be lovers … what could possibly go wrong?

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Waking from a good night's sleep after a long day was always a good feeling. Especially this morning, Filipa lazily reflected as she slowly surfaced to consciousness. Usually her apartment was frozen, so she was huddled tight beneath layers of blankets, but this morning, she was toasty warm.

Almost too warm, actually. She yawned, tilting her head as the precursor to rolling onto her back, only to realize that she couldn't actually move. That the firm pillow beneath her head was not only warm, but radiating heat, rising and falling in a slow, comforting rhythm. That the wrap of the blanket around her shoulders was not actually a blanket at all, but a firm, well muscled arm, holding her close to an equally firm, well muscled chest.

Sweet Maker, she'd cuddled up to Carver in the night. And he'd let her! He was cuddling her back and ... Andraste's knickerweasels ... her leg was thrown right over his hips, her body pressed so close to his she might as well have been inside his pajamas with him.

She should have been absolutely mortified. She should have rolled away as quickly and gently as possible. A friend wouldn't let their friend wake up in this kind of compromising position, especially when she knew he would blush as red as the fire engines he drove on a daily basis back home. But ... there was a but. There had never been a but before. Not only that; she was deliberately not thinking about what that but might be.

She hazarded a wary tilt of her head to look up at his sleeping face. He was such a handsome man, she reflected. She'd always known it. You couldn't be friends with Carver Hawke without being very aware that women had a tendency to make fools of themselves trying to get his attention. He'd never given them more than the time of day, though. Filipa had initially assumed he wasn't interested in women, but had learned later in their friendship that he was actually terrible at talking to women he fancied. If he could get laid without having to speak at all, it would be so much better for all concerned.

Filipa stopped that thought abruptly, aware that there was a sudden sharp pang in her chest at even the possibility of Carver finding anyone attractive enough to overcome his inability to talk like a human being to a pretty girl. She frowned, absently focusing on the beat of his heart beneath the palm of her hand, marveling at how steady both it and his breathing were, even when she was wrapped around him so completely. She'd be lying if she said she had never found him attractive - Maker knew she had wasted plenty of daydreams on him during the first months they had known one another - but it had never come to anything. That was why she had felt safe in agreeing to help him fool his brother this Satinalia.

She sighed softly, rolling her eyes at herself. Great, just great. You promised it wasn't going to get weird, and now it's weird. Good going, Pip.

Well, she could at least do the decent thing and untangle herself before he woke up. With careful, gentle movements, she drew her leg back from its rest over his body, delicately loosening the grip of his arm about her shoulders. But as she moved to roll away, he rolled with her, big strong arms wrapping close about her body once again to pull her back close to his chest, fitting the long line of his body to hers with a sleepy mumble.

Filipa swallowed hard, trying not to shiver at the sensation of his breath against the back of her neck, or the warm, liquid warmth that was gathering, unbidden, deep in her belly. Shit. There was no getting out of this particular embrace, not without waking him up. She was just going to have to forge through the awkwardness for his sake. It wasn't his fault she had suddenly realized for the second time that he was pretty much everything she could ever wish for in a man.

He nestled closer into her neck, sleeping lips brushing her skin, and she felt the blush begin to paint her body, starting from somewhere around her naval and rushing upward to cast her face in shades of delighted, ashamed rose. Worse, the arm he had wrapped from beneath her neck bent further around her, one large hand closing with unconscious possession about her t-shirt-clad breast.

"Mmm ..."

Abruptly, she silenced that unconscious moan with a sharp intake of breath, shocked at herself and, if she was honest, more than a little turned on by Carver's sleeping affection. She never would have guessed he was a hugger in his sleep, but then, they had never shared a bed before. This was new territory for both of them.

She was not going to take advantage of him, though. Steeling herself, Filipa gently slid her hand between his palm and her breast, carefully unfolding his arm until it lay flatter against the bed. The other, she just as gently eased from about her waist, slowly inching forward until she could clamber out of the bed without waking him. Breathing a sigh of relief, she looked back at her sleeping companion, and watched as he groped for her for a moment before gathering her pillow into his arms and burying his face into it. It was such an endearing sight that, for a moment, she forgot to breathe normally, eventually forced to inhale or pass out.

"Get yourself together, Pip," she muttered harshly, turning away so that she was not tempted to watch him sleeping any longer. "You're his beard, that's all. Best friends is better than no friends at all."

Catching up her clothes, she headed for the bathroom, determined to sort her head out for the day to come so that Carver need never know just how much she had enjoyed waking up next to him.

By the time they arrived at her sister's house a few hours later, Filipa was fairly sure she had herself under control. Carver didn't seem to be any the wiser about her gloriously unexpected sexual awakening as far as he was concerned, which was just as well. She knew she was acting a little out of character, a little shyer than usual, but he hadn't commented on it. In fact, he seemed far more relaxed today than he had yesterday, an attitude that resulted in them stamping up onto the Rutherfords' porch with his arm slung about her shoulders. It was so easy to pretend with him ... too easy, she realized. Because it wasn't a pretense, for her. This is so bad. I am a bad person.

Thankfully, Mila had plans for them, roping them both into helping set up the festive tree with Alys directing things from the middle of the living room, except when she wanted to get hands on, in which case Carver was enlisted to hold the little girl up as high as she wanted to go to "fix" the decorations they had been putting up.

"So," Mila said, after pulling her little sister into the kitchen for a moment, "how long have you been seeing each other? You were kind of evasive yesterday, you know."

Filipa rolled her eyes.

"Because I don't see how the length of a relationship should reflect on its strength," she countered, determined to continue being as vague as she possibly could be. "You were technically only seeing Cullen for a couple of months before you moved in with him and Alys."

"We'd been writing to each other for a year," Mila argued. "And my relationship has nothing to do with yours. You are my darling little sister, and in order to be sure you are being treated like the goddess you deserve, I need to know all the details."

"Translation - you are desperate for gossip you can lord over Ksenia and Mama," was Filipa's sardonic reply.

"That, too." Mila was nothing, if not honest, flashing her sister a grin to soften the reality. "You seem pretty comfortable with each other, I have to admit," she went on. "Last night must have been quite the night, though. I don't think I've seen you stare this much at a boy since you were fifteen."

"And I'm going to stop you right there," Filipa said quickly, though she couldn't stop the blush from rising again. That was hardly going to convince Mila she was wrong. "What does or does not happen in bed does not need to be shared with the world."

"I feel like this was a bad time to come into the kitchen," Carver said from the doorway, hovering with a faintly embarrassed look on his face.

"No, your timing is perfect," Filipa assured him, moving away from her sister to join Carver in the doorway.

That turned out to be a very bad move.

"Mistletoe!" Alys exclaimed with absolute delight.

Filipa turned her head to find the little girl bouncing up and down on her toes, waving her hand excitedly at the mantle above them. With a sinking feeling, she followed the line of that happy hand, and sighed. Yes, of course, there had to be a sprig of mistletoe hanging from the kitchen doorframe. She should have known there would be some in this house - it was one of Alys' favorite stories about Mila and Cullen getting together, the day she had all but forced them to kiss under the mistletoe. Mila snorted with laughter, but did nothing to call her daughter off as the little girl skipped forward.

"You have to kiss, it's a law," Alys insisted. "It's not like you don't kiss normally, 'cos you're all smoochy like Mum and Dad."

Filipa lifted her eyes to Carver's, seeing the panic hidden mostly deep in his gaze. Oh,bugger. They'd discussed this possibility, they'd agreed they could do it if they absolutely had to. But that had been before she had woken up in his arms and realized that she was quite probably in love with her best friend.

To her surprise, however, he seemed to swallow down that brief moment of panic, a small smile quirking at his lips as he glanced down at Alys.

"One small peck do you?" he asked.

The little redhead frowned, hands on her hips.

"That's not a kiss you give someone you love," she insisted firmly.

"It's the kind of kiss you give your Dad," Filipa pointed out, jumping on this as a last desperate hope.

"But Carver's not your Dad, he's your squeeze," Alys countered in her adorably stubborn way.

"She's got you there," Mila said from the kitchen. "And you're spending too much time with Isabela, Nuglet."

"You have to kiss under the mistletoe," Alys went on, ignoring her mother's commentary from the other side of the couple she wanted to see some real affection from. "It's a rule. Something bad happens if you don't."

"Well, we can't have anything bad happening to your Auntie Pip," Carver agreed.

Filipa stared at him, genuinely shocked that he seemed so calm in the face of this blatant bullying from a child. He caught her stare, his own smile more reassuring than she could have expected, reaching out to tug her a little closer by the belt loops on her jeans.

"Maker, anyone would think you'd never kissed before!"

Mila's laugh made Filipa blush, but it did remind her that she owed Carver the benefit of keeping up appearances. She could handle this. Right?

Forcing herself to relax, she rolled her eyes, rising up onto her toes to meet him as he bent down to her. For just a moment, she almost hesitated, but Carver didn't. His lips touched hers softly, just the barest brush, before claiming her mouth with a firm, gentle kiss that sent butterflies spiraling through her body. She responded without thinking, curling her hands to his wide biceps as his hands found somewhere to rest on her back, forcing herself not to give into the glorious sensation of being kissed by Carver Hawke. Just a mistletoe kiss, nothing to get worked up over, she told herself, deliberately drawing back before she could get lost in that sensation.

Alys cheered, clapping her hands together happily, and threw her arms around both of their waists in a slightly self-congratulatory hug. Filipa snorted with laughter, automatically wrapping one arm about the little girl as Carver's hands dropped from her own back.

"That was ... weird," he murmured.

Weird. The bubble burst instantly. She had promised him this would not get weird, and here they were. It was weird, and she was pretty sure it was her fault. She shouldn't have let herself respond so eagerly to that kiss; she should have let him lead it and end it on his own terms.

"It's always weird when an eleven-year-old forces you to kiss in public," Mila assured Carver cheerfully. "Come and have a cup of coffee, you'll get over it. And no more bullying people, little miss, or I'm going to have to forget where I put the cocoa again."

"Awww ..."

Alys' complaint brought a smile back to Carver's face, at least, both of them stepping back to let the little girl muscle between them to join her mother at the kitchen island. Filipa let out a long breath, rubbing a hand through her hair. She was going to have to try harder to keep this from getting weirder.

"Wasn't a bad kind of weird," Carver added, throwing her an almost teasing grin before stepping away to join her sister for the promised coffee.

And despite herself, Filipa felt a faint flare of hope at that comment, her own smile returning as she shuffled after him, catching Alys by the waist to lift her up onto the counter and tickle the little mischief-maker for her part in that awkward exchange. So weird didn't necessarily mean bad. That was good to know.

#comfort & ploy #dragon age #modern au #dear friend universe #carver hawke #filipa trevelyan #mila rutherford #alys rutherford #waking up together #realizing feelings #friends to lovers #fake relationship #mistletoe kiss

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