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empressofthesunwriter · 1 year ago

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Kill La Hero: 01

In the lottery of Quirk’s Michi got on really special and annoying one. A living, sarcastic ribbon named Ares, who puts her into superpowered revealing outfits. But this won't stop the girl from fulfilling her dream of being a hero! Just watch her!

(But not too closely please!)

MHA MEETS KILL LA KILL!

!!!PLEASE READ AND REVIEW!!!

So I had this random idea while I finished watching Kill La Kill (I know it’s fucked up but also really funny and entertaining) that having a super suit like Senketsu would be an awesome and funny Quirk.

So Michi and Ares were born.

This is going to be IzukuXOC Pairing, so if you don’t like it, don’t read it!

Enjoy the ride!

Also made Michi outfits!

Chapter 1: The Girl with the Ribbon

Frowning at her reflection, the female fixed her red glasses.

At least the school uniform was black.

It didn’t look horrible on her with her salmon hair colour and her red, spooky (her cousin Lina’s words) eyes.

“You don’t get prettier, looking into your Vanity Mirror, Michi.”, sassed Ares, the bain of her existence from his place on her head.

She looked up at the sentient ribbon.

He looked down.

If his speaking without a mouth, didn’t make clear he wasn’t a normal ribbon, his looks sure would. He was dark maroon, then in the middle dark pink, followed up by red eyeballs, black scalder and yellow pupils.

“And I don’t need your stupid commentary!”, she reminds him. “Especial today.”

“Why because you are going to a new school? It’s not the first time, Whirlwind. You needed to move here so your Mama could care for your grandparents. It’s not that different when you moved school because you broke someone's nose.”, he really had the gall to say.

Huffing she pulled Ares a bit. The ribbon cried out in pain.

Yes, he could feel pain.

“We are in Japan, you idiot. I’m used to moving to our city in Italy, from school to school, but here I’m a foreigner.”

“I thought Michela, La Vendetta, doesn’t care what people think of her and if they want to tease her she just punches them in the face.”, reminds Ares.

With another huff, Michela grasped her new school bag and went to the kitchen.

Did she really though this piece of cloth would get it?

“Ares.”, she tried again to explain. “In two years I will be finished with Junior High and try to get into one of the big Hero Schools. I can’t risk any more notes in my school records. I want to go to U.A. since Herakles University in Greece is now out of the question. U.A. is the best hero school in all of Japan! Only the best get in. And I intend to be one of them. If I have to play the role of demure school girl I will.”

It was still for a few seconds between them before Ares pointed out: “You have pierced ears, wear large hoop earrings, for your last birthday your parents allowed you a tattoo and your red eyes are creepy. Only your glasses make you look soft. You don’t scream innocent school girl more like Fight-Me!”

Michela could just grit her teeth together.

He wasn’t wrong.

It’s her Italian temperament that always gets her into situations where fist flies.

She wished she had gotten a bit more of the calm nature of her Japanese mother, however besides the hair colour, she came totally after her Italian father.

People never believed her when she told them she was half-Japanese.

In secret, she didn’t believe it sometimes too.

Michela loved her mother and her mother loved her, sadly they weren’t always on the same page.

Her father understood her better.

“Good morning, Michi-Chan.”, greeted her Obaa-San from the kitchen table.

Her grandparents and her father sat already, while her mother was putting the last dishes on it.

She greeted her grandparents back in Japanese, then switched to Italian to greet her parents.

Jiji-San had hearing problems, so he asked what she had said, and she repeated it.

Then she sat down and had to sign.

A traditional Japanese breakfast.

Again.

Since they moved in with her grandparents mother only cooked Japanese, since the two elders were a bit old-fashioned in the food department.

Michela or Michi here in Japan found the red eyes of her father. She saw understanding in them.

They both craved some Brioche with crema.

Father and daughter signed together.

What one endured for the ones you love.

***

Her new school, Aldera Junior High, looked straight out of an anime.

Normally she would enjoy this, but Michi was a tiny bit nervous.

She couldn’t be anymore the tough, fist-fighting girl she loved, so who the heck was she now?

A strange foreigner with a weird ribbon, she heard her schoolmates whisper as she got into the school.

An angry mark formed on her head as she changed her street shoes to indoor shoes.

Just stay calm.

Don’t start swinging.

“You are a bunch of rude kids.”, told Ares a group of a few girls and boys, who were whispering beside her.

This made the little group jump in fright. They didn’t expect that the ribbon could talk.

What Quirk was that?!

The salmon-haired girl just reached up and petted Ares.

“Ares, I don’t care.”, she told him in Italian. “You don’t have to fight my fights.”

“We fight together did you forget?”

It made her smile. When he wanted Ares could be sweet.

Her head holding high Michi walked past the gossiping people, trying to find her classroom.

She found it thankful before the school clock sounded.

“Alright, class, settle down!”, told her new teacher, her new classmates.

He looked at the paper in his hand and turned to her, who was still standing by the door.

“Massaro Michela?”

“Michi is fine, Sensei.”

“Alright, come here Michi-San.”

So she stepped beside him as he shouted into the class.

“Class meet our new student. This is Massaro Michi. She moved from Italy here. Please welcome her with open arms.”

As her mother had explained to her, she bowed in greetings.

“Please take care of me!”

Again the whispers started. Not only her, but she could also feel Ares getting annoyed about that.

“Michi-San, I’m Watanabe-Sensei, if you have a question just turn to me. Now would you like to tell us a bit about yourself?”

Tell this judgemental little bitches something about her.

Oh, she would like to start swinging, however, she got a better idea.

In her thoughts, she thanked again her older cousin Stefano for introducing her to Anime and Manga.

She had the perfect way to introduce herself.

“I’m Massaro Michi. I have no intention of telling you my likes and dislikes. As for my dream…I have a few hobbies.”

The flabbergasted faces of her classmates and the cough-disguised laugh of Watanabe-Sensei were worth it, to not play the demure school girl.

What was she thinking?

She was a rebel through and through.

So she nodded to her Sensei and picked the only free sit in the classroom.

Michi had a feeling it would be a long day.

***

Bored Michi picked at her bento box, while Ares took a nap.

It was finally lunch break and how the girl needed a break!

Here in Japan, they were way beyond the curriculum she had in Italy! It didn’t help at all that she could already speak, write and read Japanese when they were so advanced!

Her mother had insisted on learning Japanese, in the past it had been a pain in the butt, however, Michi was now glad for it.

Maybe she should forget U.A. it was too much work.

“No I shouldn’t think this way.”, she scolded herself. “All I ever wanted was to be a hero. My Quirk is a pain in the butt, but if I don’t use it for good, I would feel so bad.”

Thankful Ares was sleeping or he would hit her for calling him a pain in the butt.

Slowly Michi picked up a piece of salmon with her chopsticks to place it in her mouth when she heard it.

Something hitting someone.

This someone letting out a little quiet hurt sound.

The salmon-haired girl turned around on the bench where she sat.

What she saw made her instantly angry.

There was a small, frail-looking boy with wild green hair that reminded her of broccoli, sitting all alone on a bench, like her and behind him some punks threw paper balls at him.

Oh no, not on her watch.

Like she was fury herself she stood up and raced up to the frail boy before another paper ball hit him on the head. She caught it and threw it right back in one of the bully's faces.

“Hey, you bitchass assholes take someone of your own size!”, she growled.

The bullies were taken aback by Michi's sudden outburst and stood up to confront her.

But before they could say anything, Ares unfurled himself from Michi's hair and glared at them with his menacing red eyes.

"You really shouldn't mess with my girl," he warned, his voice low and threatening.

The bullies hesitated for a moment before backing down and slinking away.

“Thanks Ares.”

Her ribbon shrunk to its normal size.

“Anytime, Michi.”

Then Michi turned to the green-haired boy who was staring at her in shock.

"Are you okay?" she asked.

He nodded slowly, still looking a bit dazed. "Th-thank you," he stammered.

"No problem. I can't stand bullies."

“Is...is he your Quirk?”, wonders the boy shy, pointing at Ares. “I...I never saw something like that, it...it’s cool!”

“Thanks, boy!”, preened Ares, puffing himself up. “I’m quite formidable.”

“A formidable pervert.”, deadpanned Michi.

Ares may give her powers beyond imagination, yet the outfit it came in...shudder!

Her ribbon huffed, while broccoli boy titled his head in confusion.

Gosh, he was adorable.

“It’s whatever.”, waved Michi and sat down beside him. He suddenly turned so red, that he was giving competition to tomatoes. “I didn’t introduce myself I’m Massaro Michela but call me Michi, Class 1B. The ribbon on my head is Ares, he is part of my Quirk.”

It took him a while, however, the boy managed to answer her: “I’m...I’m...M-Midoriya Izuku. Class 1A.”

Strange that he didn’t tell his Quirk, but it was none of her business.

Maybe it was an embarrassing one.

She knows this kind of Quirk well.

“Sucks, that we aren’t in the same class. I would love to know already someone nice there, but we can still be friends.”

Midoriya nearly falls over the bench. Did he hear right?!

“You...You want to be my friend?”

Michi shrugged her shoulders.

“You seem way nicer than anyone I meet today. All think me a freak for Ares and because I’m from Italy. In my eyes, you are a good friend materiel.”

Midoriya couldn't believe his luck. He had been dreading lunchtime, knowing he would have to sit alone again, but now he had made a friend.

And not just any friend, but someone who was brave enough to stand up to bullies and had a cool Quirk to boot.

He felt like he had hit the jackpot.

"I'd like that," he said, smiling shyly at Michi. "I don't have many friends either."

They spent the rest of lunch chatting about this and that.

Midoriya, who became fast Izuku, was curious about Italy and the Italian Superheroes she liked.

So told him all about the amazing Seraphina, who had an Angel-Quirk.

She noted that Izuku wanted to get something out of his backpack and Ares and she encouraged him to just get it out.

It turned out Izuku had such a passion for heroes that he wrote about them in notebooks, all he could find out about them.

Michi and Ares were impressed and Izuku nearly cried that someone (A girl nonetheless! And a nice entity) didn’t mocked him for his hero studies.

On the contrary, they helped him add some things too and described Seraphina in their best quality.

Then they talked about the Japanese Heroes and both found out that they liked All Might a lot. Mirko was Michi’s favourite Japanese Hero, but she owned some All Might Merch as well.

Izuku felt in heaven (Michi was turning into a goddess in his eyes) and Michi felt herself relaxing for the first time since arriving in Japan.

Maybe this new school wouldn't be so bad after all.

They continued to chat throughout the rest of lunch and even walked back to class together.

As it was time to part Michi asked for Izuku's phone number, which he repeated stuttering and sweating, such a cutie, and she gave hers.

How Izuku acted getting her phone number felt like she had given him the Holy Grail or something.

Yes, he was indeed a cutie.

With a hair ruffle, she left her new friend.

Never seeing how he happily freaked out that a girl touched him!

This was the start of a beautiful friendship, no question.

25.05.24: I decide to delete the second chapter and start new with this FF.

I hope you all like the new cover art too. :D

#my hero academia #own character #ocs #boku no hero academia #izuku midoriya #mha izuku #midoriya izuku #bnha izuku #izuku x oc #deku #mha deku #bnha deku #kill la kill #quirks #bnha

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nocompromise-noregrets · 1 year ago

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five good things

time for a follow-up! things have improved a bit since I made the last one of these. Let's see...

Placebo were absolutely awesome, they played so many of my favourites, and my friend and I got almost to the front at one side so we could see pretty well too. It was utterly sweltering, and we had to queue for an hour to get out of the car park so I didn't get home until 1.30am and was utterly wrecked for the rest of the week, but it was so very worth it. I've adored them since they first appeared on the scene, and so many of their songs are woven into my soul; it was so good to see them again.

I had my doctor's appointment yesterday, and depending on the outcome of the blood tests I have to have in a couple of weeks (which may explain some of the other things that are bothering me - or they may just be further symptoms of Age-Related Loss of Plot, so we'll find out one way or the other) I ought to be getting onto HRT fairly soon. Which will hopefully sort me out, thank fuck for that. I used to be sunny-natured and happy, but I haven't felt that way for longer than I can remember - I want that back. And then if the HRT doesn't sort me where that's concerned, we can look at other solutions. Phew.

I have a four-day weekend this week, as I did two days at job number two last week (on top of the Placebo gig, it nearly broke me), so I've spent today chilling out and attempting to be less exhausted, having not slept particularly well for days.

I've finally finished (I think!) the reincarnation AU from @piyo-13's glorious artwork, so once that's beta'd I'll get it posted. Super excited about this one!

I treated myself to a couple of Hobbit Lego sets secondhand off ebay, having been inspired by @mastererestor's Imladris adventures (I'm still eyeing the Rivendell set but I want to work up to it, not having done anything but tiny sets for about 35 years) - I have Mirkwood Elf Army, with Thranduil and Tauriel, and Attack on Lake-town with Bard, Bain and Tauriel, so I have both of the bi widower dads :D :D :D and have made a start on the Mirkwood Elf Army, it has a catapult!

We watched the Full Monty TV series over the last couple of days, and it's all cheeky larks but the underlying tale of Horse falling through the gaping cracks in our deliberately austerity-filleted so-called welfare system is utterly, tragically heartbreaking and I cried a lot. Which I probably needed...

I still haven't been out on the bike, because the battery was flat when I went out there last week and it took us a couple of days to get it charged, but it's ready now and I'm getting it MOT'd tomorrow so I can tax it and renew the insurance. So that'll be the first time I've been out since last autumn, and it's only up the road but it'll do.

I'm rereading Fellowship and really enjoying it (it's been so long since I've had the energy for reading an actual book), and I'm also listening to the Andy Serkis audiobook, which is brilliant. He does all the voices (I'm only up to Gandalf telling Frodo about the Ring, so I haven't heard most of them yet) and it's just so enjoyable. Who knows when I'll have time to listen to the whole thing through, but whatever.

Right. That's enough for now, I think. If I can only get some proper sleep I'll be sorted...

#five good things

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the-firebird69 · 1 year ago

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Zeus and I was starting a clothing line I have to get permission and designing some things he showed me what they look like it's like some sort of priest of different orders and they look like casual dress and people can wear them and put them on easily and it's not a big hassle and it's nice and clean looking and interesting and we are going to go ahead and start doing it and there's also other things it's not t-shirts and they're not nits but their shirts like he likes to wear that look like mesh and things like that and their form fitted and some of them have buttons but they're not the cheap plastic look just have one was with metal and people loved it and I'm coming up with a whole bunch of designs different kinds of belts and even shoes and he noted looking in there at the men's Palace that some of the places that the the products they're not naming them right and it doesn't look good like Sperry should be s. perry for s- perry. And with a special look to it it would be nice. But it doesn't look good the way they're doing things these days is cheap and informal and crappy and the suits don't fit right and they're really too small and weird looking and it stick to people. And I guess we have an action where line not just kind of casual formal and that would also look a little different and a little strange and people used to do it they called it Metro but it really looks great and Cassandra is on the line and she wants to be a model and my husband says things have to be in proper proportion because it's so sleek modern look for the modern era and she says great and remodeling with electric motorcycles and some of the new cars even the minis other people's cars too and she thinks it's awesome like the Corvette and certain vehicles are associated with certain kaju and or robots like the Lamborghini centenario and that is an actual transformer and is a certain outfit that goes with it and I'm looking at the movies and things like that and I'm getting designs and I'm going to use them and they're different because their hours and reflecting he and I and I had certain clothing you thought it was nice like my tube dress with Jen and even my jeans as Melissa and the jacket he bought me I love that jacket and I want it back and Tom Cruise is wearing it little skinny guy why is so small... These are really great outfits and a great idea people are uncomfortable walking around wearing sloppy clothes just t-shirts and whatever and you look horrible this place the men's Palace had an idea and it's a good one and we can see if we can get some of our brands in there we're not going to make them very pricey they're not going to be cheap but everything is overpriced. And we can have like a street look there's certain looks but it looks more like the video I was limp Bizkit and the one where he's at the world trade center and also Will Ferrell when he's getting hard in the movie. I'll be relaxed casual exercise wears flashy and new and energetic not much different not real fluffy but it looks very much similar and will have jewelry you can twist it and put it in the amulet in it and a solid like coax cable it's like a metal encasing or the neck on your e-bike just not as wide you let go of it looks like chain links. There's more and we have a lot of designs already and he likes to cargo pants and the Bain best of his and the Bain jacket

An agents of shield type clothing the suit and the jacket and close and they look more like the older ones so you can actually see something that's cool and people will wear it it's intense all of the cities they will and we hear that it's going to be famous it has one of his names and mine and there when we were near each other

Katya Equiz

Caa

So again I just want like a person then a human and that was it this is going to be intense I like this idea it's a woman's name

He's a great ideas and she's very happy and he knows she'll be occupied and also immersed and he says it's double immersion and he says and she says back no it's triple and I'ma see you ding-a-ling he says I figured that out and yeah I'm straight so we're good she says. Yep just like the two bears. So we're going to design a lot of stuff they say and we're going to help them and add to it and we can put our designs in their company and they're of course very excited about that and want us to and encourage it and we have it insignia on our designs it'll show it's ours but I'll be there label they're really happy about that it's going to be intense that stuff is very classy this stuff is modern it's a little more simple but it does have symbolism that's very potent and it is intense okay you'll have drivers clothing for automobiles there's the shoes and and the pants and the jackets and the shirts and special stuff and for motorcycles and heart attack and soft act everything you can think of off-road too and it's going to be awesome this is going to really kick some butt but the whole point of it is when you're out and about or even knowing an afternoon stroll even in the mall if you want to look half decent and he's wearing new jeans and it looks nice everyone else looks kind of sloppy he's got shoes that are relatively new and their suede and it looks classy his shirt's new too I could use some help but that's the whole idea it's always wanted to dress that way and by the time you get some money the things can be roaring

Olympus

Everybody wants to stuff now and we're going to start making it and we're going to make a basic package too and it will still be symbolic of classy and it'll look nice but it won't be expensive and somebody tried to steal a name of his for one of his ideas and you know it might be something as Grandpa would be bothered about jeans and they have them you look really cool they're kind of baggy like parachute pants but their jeans and it's going to start a company and it's going to be part of this one it's going to be the Maverick Gene collection and male and female versions and he's not mad about it very simple we need distribution we even need factories opening we need people to model it and like Jets and enough coming movie and that's making him smile so go ahead and we'll have sunglasses too it's going to be cool and some of them will be gear we're approving this right now

Olympus

Where the hell did you get this idea it's in there going it made me wear these Wrangler jeans anything Maverick he's thinking they're not Maverick then he thought of making the company to mock one of the characters of time you have then he remember just now that it's me and my character in top gun so that's quite a way of remembering and knowing stuff boy is that crazy we're going to go ahead with this ideas I know he's saying I'm wearing the stuff it's money I'm advertising it's money and a portion of it help with the factories of Labor we're going to go ahead with it now

Tom Cruise

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laketaj24 · 4 years ago

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Single in Staten Island: Tattoos & Kisses

Author’s Note: This is a three-part series I am going to do on Pete!! I am going to use the prompts I got in the second part! I talked with a friend about him—he does truly deserve a good girl or someone who won’t fuck him over. Taglist is here! Reqs are open, but I’m slow, no lie.

Warnings: None, just language.- Smut in the following parts.

Pairings:Pete Davidson x Reader

Masterlist

“What’s your order?” The chipper attitude they were supposed to have had left the day you turned in your two-week notice. This coffee shop had been the bain of your assistance. Fuck this place. Fuck these people and fuck their fancy, overdone ass orders. You leaned on the counter, giving the man in front of you a stern look.

He looked around. Clearly, you didn’t have an attitude with him. He’d just walked in the fucking place. “Uhm—,” his eyes found the menu, but there was an aloofness in him that triggered you.

“You’ve been in line ten minutes, and you don’t know what you want?”

“Yep.” He nodded and shot a smile. “Ten whole minutes. Still a fuck up.” His finger tapped on the counter, and he looked up at the menu. Nothing here looked worth seven dollars, especially not a coffee. “What’s good here?”

“Look, I don’t know. ”You sighed. “I’m about to go lunch, and you’re the last order.” You flourished the lack of customers behind him.

“You from around here?”

“Yeah. Why?”

“Your attitude is pretty fucked up; I figured you lived up the block.” He took a pregnant pause and chuckled. “An Everything Bagel, jalapeño cream cheese, and a grande black coffee.”

“What’s the name?”

“Pete.”

“Spell that.”

“You can’t spell Pete?”

“You from around here?” You quipped.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah, I figured your name is probably spelled all fucked up and shit.”

He laughed, which was not what you expected; you just knew this was the gasoline added to a shitty fire. “What’s your name?”

“Y/N.”

“Kinda weird.” He shrugged. “You wanna go somewhere better than this on your lunch break?”

“Unless you have a gram and a beer, no.”

“I have a gram and some black coffee if the barista doesnt quit before she puts my order in.”

You snickered. “That’ll do. Where are we going?”

“Anywhere but fucking Staten Island.”

The ferry. It hadn’t been in the plans, but you were happy you said yes to the lean stranger. He leaned against the railing, a cigarette in one hand a flask in the other. It wasn’t precisely beer, but you had no complaints. “You want a sip?”

“Sure,” You took the flask without hesitation and chugged down three gulps before passing it back to him. It was gin, dry grade A gin. “That’s the kind of shit you bring on a ferry?”

“I thought I grabbed my tequila, but I must’ve drunk it all.”

“Drunk at 2pm on a Tuesday?”

“I’m not drunk; I’m enjoying a drink. Judge much?”

You shrugged and turned, resting your back on the railing beside him, feeling the cool breeze run through your hair. “So why did you invite me out here?’

“You looked like you needed saving, and I’ve been there. Shitty job with shitty people.” He flicked his cigarette ashes into the water below him. “Plus, you cussed me out on the job, which means your kinda badass.”

“I like to think I am.” You admit and nod your head. “You ever get tired of doing the same old shit?”

“yep, that’s why I get tatted.”

Then you noticed the tattoos spackled across his body in random places, and they were once more in a random fashion. Yet, you liked them; they matched him, odd and somehow insanely attractive. “Pete, I want a tattoo. Take me to your guy.”

“What do you mean to take me to my guy? Does it look like I have a guy?” Pete laughs. “I’m like a god damn coloring book; let’s find the first shop and just do it. I pick yours… you pick mine. Stranger tats.”

“Why not?”

“Your boyfriend won’t appear and try to beat my ass?”

“Unless you’re imaginary, too, I think you’re good.”

‘Fucking Brickhouse like you, single in Staten Island?”

“Single in Staten island is not a rarity.”

“Well, you’re not wrong. It’s the only way to be.” He said with a bit of sarcasm.

The conversation was random the entire ferry trip; you made wisecracks and rebutted, flirting with you but keeping his distance. “Tell me three weird facts about yourself.” You twiddled with your fingers and looked up to meet his brown eyes. “I’m sure you have more than three, but spare me the rest.”

“I like to be alone.” Pete looked back. “But I love a good party, but when I go, I hang out alone and watch people. People are interesting as fuck.”

“I find them to be boring.”

“That’s because you’re not looking for the right things.” He pointed to the woman about fifty feet away from the two of you. The older lady sat tired, sunglasses covered her face while the gray hair blew wild in the wind. “See Gladys there; she’s about to go home to a man she’s been with for thirty-five years. The best dick she ever had.”

Your face radiated with heat as you suppressed a chuckle. “Has to be to stay with it thirty-five years.”

“You haven’t had someone dick you down that makes you want to stay thirty-five years?”

“Not even make me want to stay a week,” You answered.

“That’s fucked up.” Pete smiled.

“That’s life, Pete. Unfortunately, people don’t always get good dick like Gladys.”

“Yeah, lucky bitch.” His phone rang, and he shifted, digging in his light denim jeans to retrieve his iPhone and answer the call. “It’s Pete.”

You turned, giving him some privacy and taking it all in. You didn’t plan to return to work, fuck that place and everything it entailed. You started a new job in three days; you’d take these three days to not give a fuck. That feeling started today; it started with your new friend Pete and this tattoo. The call ended after a few minutes; he didn’t talk about much, just a conversation with a friend and plans he had for a party later tonight.

“The shop is about five blocks from where we get off. Have you decided what I’m getting?”

“I want to see the designs first; I want it to be memorable.”

“Make it your number.”

“Is that your coded way in asking for it?”

“Not coded, I swear.” Pete leaned closer to you. “I kinda think if we are gonna get stranger tattoos, we should have each other’s number.’

“We won’t be strangers then.”

“Call them something else then.”

“I’ll let you know if you can have this number later… I haven't got an invite to this party yet.”

“You're totally invited.” Pete tossed his hands up. “Give me three digits.”

“847.” You snickered.

“Good, I guess I can work for the next seven.”

The shop was grimy, with dark walls and low lights. The smell of weed and liquor hit your nose, and you felt at home for some reason. Your legs ached; the walking didn’t bother you usually but pairing it with walking didn’t do much good for you. You sat in the chair across from Pete. “Don’t make this a dumb tattoo.”

“You’re talking to the king of dumb shit.” He pointed to the small elephant; it wasn’t dumb, though. It had a feminine line design, and it was petite, adorable even. “I’m sparing you today. You’re getting this,” He smiled. “An elephant, not dumbo but a distant hot cousin.”

“I like it.”

“Good.” His smile was sincere. “I hoped you would. When is she up?” He asked the artist.

“I can get her now.” He answered as he started to sketch the elephant onto the transfer paper. “Hop up, sweet cheeks, and it’ll be about ten minutes.”

Pete extended his hand like a gentleman and led you to the red leather chair. ‘Ever had one before?”

“I have three.” You admitted.

“I see none.” He looked you over quizzically. “Not a one.”

“They are hidden….” You answered, choosing not to tell him they were down your chest and down your thigh.

“Secret tattoos. I like it. I can dig it.”

“Sure. Where is this party tonight?” You asked.

“Back in Staten Island.”

‘Can I trust you, Pete?”

“I hope so; I feel trustworthy?”

“You answered that like you didn't know the answer.” You shifted in the seat and pulled your shirt over your head. You revealed the tattoo of the moon phases going down your chest. “Just because you can't see something does not mean it isn’t there.”

“They're fucking awesome, like the person they are on.”

“You only think I’m awesome because you don’t know me.”

“I know enough.”

It was not like you to kiss a stranger because instead, you wanted to admit it or not, Pete was a stranger to you; you didn’t care. You leaned forward and pressed your lips to his, and he responded immediately, kissing you back eagerly. His lips were soft, full, and applying just the perfect amount of pressure to yours.

“You two want to fuck or get this tattoo.”

You exhaled, pulling away from him. “Can we do both?”

To be Continued.

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elvish-sky · 4 years ago

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💛 Prompt 12: “It looks good on you.” for Sigrid and a fem!reader

A.N: Oh my god I love this family so much. Someone tell me to write more Sigrid fics because she’s so awesome and I love the family dynamic! Anyhoo I hope y’all like this one, thanks for asking it!

Pairing: Sigrid x fem!Reader

Word Count: 560

Warnings: Fluff, kissing

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Dresses

You spun around on the arm of your girlfriend’s father, dancing through the crowd to one of the tunes you knew so well. It was a feast-day in the kingdom of Dale, and your future father in law had asked you to dance, as Sigrid was running late.

Bard smiled down at you as you twirled, finishing the dance by dipping you as your skirts swirled around your feet. Applause broke out as the last note sounded, and you stepped off the dance floor, smiling. Your best friend Bain rushed up to you.

“Hey Y/N! Do you want to dance?”

You smiled at him. “Sure! Do you know when Sigrid will get here?”

Shaking his head, he led you back onto the floor. “I have no idea. She’s been tied up with the council all day, I think she only got out a little while ago.”

The music started, and you began dancing. “Ok.”

He smiled at you as you continued to dance. “Don’t worry, Y/N I’m sure she’ll show up soon. And she’ll adore that new dress, I know you’ve been waiting to wear it for her!”

You gaped at him. “How?”

He smirked. “I have my ways.”

“Bain…”

At the look you were shooting him, he relented. “It was pretty easy to tell. You’ve been visiting the tailor a lot for weeks, and you marched in here very excitedly today.”

You nodded. “Yeah, that’s fair.”

It was true that you were excited for your girlfriend to see the dress- it was her favorite color, a dark red that coincidentally made you look absolutely stunning, with full skirts and sprinkles of lace on the bodice. You loved it.

This dance ended as well, and Bain led you off the dance floor to where Tilda and Bard were sitting, feasting away. Bard smiled at you as you approached, and nodded to the doorway. Turning, you saw Sigrid, highlighted by the glow of the torches, resplendent in a blue dress that made her look perfect.

You pushed your way through the crowded floor, heading towards yoru girlfriend. She smiled at you as you hugged her. Pulling away, she held you at arms length, looking at your dress.

“Y/N, is that a new dress?”

You nodded.

“It looks good on you.” She stared at you, seemingly unable to speak, and you twirled to show her the full effect.

You beamed at her. “Thank you!”

You grabbed her hand, entwining your fingers with hers and trying to bring her up to the table with her family. She wouldn’t budge, and tugged your hand so that you spun around to face her again. Placing a hand on your waist, the other on your back, she drew you close.

“Darling, you look simply marvelous in that dress.” She whispered in your ear before pulling you in for a deep kiss, hand caressing your back as the other gripped your hip. You responded in kind, threading your hands around her neck in an attempt to bring her closer. After a few minutes, she broke away, flushed.

Entwining your hands again, you began to walk to the high table together. She leaned in to whisper in your ear as you walked.

“You’re the prettiest girl in the room, Y/N. I love you very much.”

You smiled at her. “I love you too, Sigrid.”

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forkanna · 3 years ago

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CHAPTER WARNINGS: roleplay, making out, ass grabbing, trampling, high heel fetish, through-the-clothes orgasm.

CHAPTER THREE

Now that they had established a new game was beginning, the excitable ginger was tearing through her closet to create an 80s look with what she had. Which was plenty; it was her favourite decade, after all – even moreso now that she had visited it in person. She had a black faux-leather miniskirt that she seldom wore, and found a tight red top that went with it fairly well. There were fishnets from some Halloween or other she could add.

As she hastily undid her braids and put her hair up in a side ponytail, she thought about how different Elsa seemed now. A good-different; she was completely at peace with their relationship being unconventional, whereas she never had been before. That was great, right? Now she just needed to figure out why – but she wasn't going to let that spoil tonight. All in due time. For the moment, she focused on laying on make-up so thick that it made her look a little like a 'pro'. But that was the look back in the 80s, right? Really paint it on like you were trying to create a whole new face.

A Tori-face.

The shoes were still in Elsa's closet, but when she pushed open the door to fetch them she discovered her mother had been kind enough to leave them outside Anna's door. So thoughtful. It meant that when Anna saw Elsa for the first time, standing in the living room, they were both completely made up to resemble how they had first met as potential lovers, not as family.

And wow she looked different. A good different. A different that had heat and memories shooting through her because Elsa was dressed to the fucking nines. Not only did the cutoffs and pink crop top still look spectacular on her figure, but her hair was fluffed up, styled as it had been during the dance. It wasn't permed, and it wouldn't last, but as a temporary measure it was perfect. And that was without the bright red lipstick and heavy mascara. She looked really…

Hot. The word was "hot" – of the smoking variety.

It seemed that Anna had given her the same reaction, too. Elsa sat on the couch, arms limp at her side as she stared, wide-eyed. Her eyes roved up and down, lingering just a little longer than considered proper at Anna's chest.

"Hey, Baines," Anna tried, knowing it probably sounded ridiculous. But she wanted to try this for Elsa's sake; put her at ease. All aspects of their relationship staying to their own lanes. Not that she would keep pushing to go past kissing if Elsa stopped her cold, but who knew? Maybe this would let her get there all on her own.

"Hey, Tori," Elsa replied, pursing her lips to prevent her smile from turning into a shyly bemused grin. "You look rad."

"And you look totally awesome." Her eyes zoomed to Elsa's thighs again, which were a little thicker than in 1985 but she found that didn't bother her in the slightest. In fact, she was a little into it. "Like my shoes?"

Biting one of her painted lips, Elsa gazed down Anna's calves to the hot pink heels. A sound like a strangled whine made it through her throat, but she cut it off as quickly as she could.

"Really? Wow, that's one reaction to have, I guess." The teasing kind of came naturally to her now that she was in another skin. Now she was Tori, and not just herself, not her mother's daughter for the night. "Want me to step on you with these?"

There came a brief gagging noise of shock. Then Elsa pretended to scoff. "No way, barf me out! D-don't be so freaky."

"Okay, fine," Anna giggled, leaving that one alone for now as she sat next to Elsa. "Do you want some… dinner? Maybe a pizza? I think I can get my mom to loan us money for it."

"Nah I'm not really hungry," came the reply. Anna pursed her lips, leaning forward. "That's cool though. Your mom sounds amazing."

"You have no idea," Anna murmured, watching with delight as Elsa's breath came a little shallower and her face heated up. "But it's too bad you're not hungry."

"O-oh? Why's that?"

The question made Anna's smirk turn positively lecherous. "Because I'm famished."

And then she swung a leg over Elsa's lap, seating herself firmly before kissing her with as much strength as she could muster. Elsa threw herself into he contact, and Anna almost had to pull back because it was so much. Apparently, this had been all it would take to unleash Elsa's inner sexual beast. She wasn't out of control, but she was finally pressing her hands into Anna's back as they made out, giving herself over to the tastes and sensations. Imagining herself back in 1985, with the first girl she'd ever loved. Maybe the only girl.

After a while, when they had been grinding and kissing and resisting anything more, Elsa pulled back and gazed up into her eyes. "You… are either some kind of siren, or a devil. I'm not really sure."

"What's that, Elsa?" she teased. "You sounded like an old person just now."

"What I meant was… Tori, you skank," she laughed, and they both grinned and pressed their foreheads together. "Mmm… how did I get so lucky to have the raddest, baddest girl in Dell Valley on my lap?"

Anna resisted the temptation to say 'You made me' and instead whispered, "Fate intervened. We might have been separated by time and space if it didn't. But look: we get to hang out with each other."

"We do." A light kiss on her lips. "Mm, so sweet… but what about your girl back home?" It was an honest question, slipped in with the playing.

"Well… we talked about it, and I think she's okay with me exploring a little." She felt slightly guilty; she needed to discuss this with Punz again, and explain it was still happening. But at least they hadn't not talked about it. "As long as I always come back to her, that is. Not thrilled about it but she gets that it's not anything against her, or me trying to say she's less important."

"If you're sure…" Elsa hesitated. There was no such hesitation in Anna's voice or her face when she responded, leaning down to nuzzle against Elsa.

"Absolutely. We had to discuss… y'know, stuff. And while this wasn't a for sure thing, it was pretty high up the list… now, do you wanna talk, or do you wanna smooch?"

Without further preamble, she kissed Elsa again – and this time, Elsa kissed back. Not just with her lips. Now she allowed herself to run her hands through Anna's hair, too. To press back. To give. Anna wasn't complaining. Quite the opposite. She was enjoying it, far more than she ever thought she would. Of course, she remembered how it felt when Elsa pleasured her. She even remembered how it felt when Elsa kissed her that morning a few weeks back. But she was still unprepared for how it would feel when she was in control.

And, by the way Elsa was squirming beneath her, humming into her mouth, it was pretty obvious that she felt similarly. "You're so… bad," Elsa finally gasped out. Anna chuckled.

"Good-bad or bad-bad?" she asked, despite not needing clarification. It was pretty obvious which one she was. Still, it was fun to tease, so she leaned forward so their lips why just barely touching. "Hmm? Which one is it?"

"Good! You're so good, Tori!"

Oh God. Elsa probably didn't mean to make that sound as hot as she did, but the intention changed little. Anna let out a throaty groan, eyes squeezing shut as she ground her hips into Elsa's already-rolling ones. They should stop. They should really stop. Barely ten minutes and it was getting out of hand.

"You're good, too," Anna breathed a minute later, when their mouths broke apart. "Mmm… and you look good. Do you know how much I like your ass in these shorts?"

That did seem to surprise her a little. Elsa drew back, blinking up at her daughter and smiling very faintly. "You do? I mean… I was kidding when I said you… well."

"What? Never realised you had one of the hottest asses imaginable? Come on." But when Elsa only blinked at her more, she reached down and gripped those cheeks as hard as she could, two huge fistfuls of flesh. "This is like, the raddest."

A loud gasp of desire flowed up from her as the fingertips dug into denim-covered muscles. "Tori! Nnhhh… oh, you're so bad…" Then she licked her lips and gazed up into her eyes. "You really like this that much?"

"Oooh, yeah. That okay?"

"Yeah, Tori. Is it okay that I don't mind you doing that as much as I thought I would?"

"Fine with me," Anna giggled as she leaned down to kiss her neck. "In fact… can I get a good look?"

At this point, Elsa did balk. "Well… I don't think that falls under the category of 'just kissing', you know."

"Not a nude look, Elsa. Just want to enjoy the view. See those shorts work for you."

"I still think this is stretching it."

But then she got up from the couch and paced away, purposefully moving her hips as much as possible. Giving Anna a little more of a show than she did in the clothing store. There was a groan of pure appreciation from the couch, and when she turned around, Anna's eyes followed as she bit her lip.

"Like what you see?" she said, the words coming out as no more than a shy murmur. Anna's eyes found hers, and she gave a slow nod.

"You have no idea what you do to me, Elsa," she said earnestly. There was still heat in her words but it was different. The love she obviously felt had infected her tone, and there was no getting around it.

"Did you want to… touch?" Elsa asked. She couldn't hold Anna's gaze, and it was obvious this was stretching the limits of her comfort zone. Anna noticed; of course she did.

"I would love to, but I can think of a couple of better things to do. That is, if you wanna wiggle that gorgeous ass back on over here."

Suddenly, Elsa's brief bout of nervousness vanished, and she let out a little squeak. Before, of course, doing exactly what Anna had asked. She didn't have a chance to sit down before Anna had moved, though. Lifting one dainty foot, she pressed it just below Elsa's stomach. She gasped, and Anna gave a wicked little grin.

"You know…" she said, "my mom always hated when I put shoes on the couch. Can't get in trouble now, can we?" She leaned forward a little, still grinning. "Kinda fun to take a walk on the wild side, huh?"

For a moment, Elsa didn't seem to be sure of what to say. Then she purred, "I thought you were just going to step on me with those hot pink heels of yours. The way you threatened to do."

That intrigued Anna. Maybe Elsa was just playing, or maybe she really wanted to try that. So for a moment, she ground the heel down a little harder against the union of her shorts, prompting a loud moan. Clearly, this was doing a lot for her, even if it was only because of the stimulation itself.

"I think," she began to whisper as she noticed Elsa bucking against the heel, "that you wanted me to threaten you with this."

"Ohhhh, Tori," she began to pant as they both worked on Elsa's orgasm together. Because it seemed that would be happening soon: if one of them didn't call a halt to everything that was transpiring, it wouldn't take all that long. And Elsa was the most likely to do that.

But she didn't. A minute slipped by, and still they were working the sole of the pink heel up and down against the shorts. Something was so scandalous about this that Anna felt herself flushing, even beyond how turned on it was making her to watch her mother come undone this way. She wanted more: she wanted to tear her clothes off, devour every inch of her. Let Elsa do the same when she was done. But for now, this was incredible and glorious.

One of the little "AH!" noises clued her in that the end was near. She was tempted to switch up her tactic… see what else she could do for Elsa. But this was already far beyond what they had agreed upon, and she felt guilty enough as it was.

So instead she just pushed a little harder, and said, "You look so fucking hot."

Elsa whimpered, her hands holding Anna's foot against her. Her eyes had slipped shut and she seemed completely unaware of the world.

It gave Anna an idea, and as surreptitiously as she could, she began taking off the other shoe. Was it her foot? Or the shoe, and the memories associated with it? Either way, Anna was starting to feel quite grateful that Elsa had kept these, even though they had been used to corner her initially. It took her a little longer to remove the shoe than she hoped, mostly because Elsa's movements were becoming more erratic, and her gasping was very distracting.

But finally it was free and caressing up and down Elsa's leg. The eyes that had been shut widened immediately, and they even looked a little fearful. Elsa was too far gone to do anything about it, especially when the shoeless foot joined the one being ridden.

"Ngh!" Elsa said, hands coming to hold Anna's bare sole. Anna almost couldn't keep the grin from her face – though the heat in her own center made it a little easier than it otherwise would have been.

"You like that?" she asked softly. Elsa didn't seem able to speak because all she gave was a shaky nod and another moan. It still spurred Anna on. "C'mon, baby, you can let it happen. Let my sexy feet take you there."

Well that sounded awkward. She wasn't used to dirty talk – if this could even be considered that dirty. She had never tried on Jennifer, and never needed it with Elsa in the past. But it seemed like the thing to be doing to help her finish.

"Tori… ohhhh, yes… AH!" It didn't take much longer. Seemed that using her lower extremities instead of lips or hands was just the kind of loophole that Elsa needed to feel a little less ashamed of their encounter. Either that, or she really did have a thing and this pushed her past her reservations.

At that point, they came to the same conclusion. The climax was spectacular, and Anna had never seen anything more erotic. Except perhaps for Jennifer doing the same; that was pretty on par. Over and over, she bucked into the hard sole of the shoe as she rode it out, panting hard and relinquishing all hope of keeping her voice down or pretending this wasn't something she had been waiting for over the past thirty years.

Once weak and lying down on the couch, sucking in breath after breath, Anna turned and crouched over her, pressing her lips into a hot chin, a bottom lip. Elsa leaned up for her, and they met for a brief few seconds. Then Anna pulled back to smile down at her.

"Somebody likes those shoes a LOT."

"Ohhh, Tori," she whispered again. Then she chuckled. "Well… maybe I do. But it wasn't the shoes as much as it was the woman in them." Another brief kiss. "I'll probably feel awful about this in the morning, but right now? I'm happy."

"Me, too, Elsa." Another kiss. Then she smirked and wriggled backward until she was hovering over Elsa's hips. "Mmm… something smells delicious down here."

Anna laid little kisses on Elsa's stomach, but she didn't stray any closer to the source of the scent. Elsa seemed to be too tired to protest… or perhaps she just didn't care anymore. That bore investigation.

But Elsa reached down for Anna's face when it seemed she would try and move lower down. She didn't need to speak to remind her daughter of the rules they had put in place. Anna just rolled her eyes and returned to nuzzle Elsa's belly.

"Above the waist," she said, kissing deep red marks into the pale skin. "I know."

"Are- are you sure Jen- your girlfriend is okay with this?" Elsa asked. It seemed she'd given up trying to completely stop Anna's persistent advances.

"Pinky swear," Anna grinned. "Or… pinky-toe swear…?"

Elsa groaned, throwing her head back. Anna took it as a sign to get back to work. "Anna… what we just did is not normal. You know that, right?"

"Though we were calling me 'Tori' tonight?" But she knew it was true, and that Elsa had a point. So she crawled up to settle their bodies against each other. "Alright. Is this a little better? Just this?"

Nodding, she reached up to run her fingers through Anna's side-ponytail with a vague smile. "Sorry. I know… you're probably a little disappointed at how this turned out. But I'm not."

"Why would I be disappointed? I finally got to pay you back for how good you made me feel thirty years ago. And I've wanted to. Even then, I would have if some big idiot hadn't interrupted us."

"Well… I'm tempted to say that would have been better, because we were on even standings. But I think… if you paid me back for it, I would never have been able to let myself marry Kristoff. Or bear his children. I would have done everything I could to hunt you down."

At that, Anna's grin finally turned a little shy again, for the first time in nearly an hour. "Really?"

"Yes." Then she nuzzled up into Anna's neck. "But… for now, Tori, I'm just happy we both turned out as well as we did, considering. So… thank you."

"Thank me? For going back in time and fucking everything up?"

"For doing everything you could with what you knew. It was… an admirable effort? That sounds like I'm saying you failed, but I don't mean that; I just mean that I'm happy with my life, and I think that's because of how much you showed you cared about me back then. Nobody else ever had. My parents tried, but they could never seem to listen to me, and… and it sounds like I continued that trend in the other timeline. Can you possibly forgive me?"

"Oh…" Anna's whimper was sweet and full of affection. She leaned down to better cuddle into Elsa, just enjoying their shared body heat. "In my eyes, you've never done anything that needed forgiving, Elsa. But, like… if it's something you need, then of course I forgive you!"

Elsa's returning snuggle was grateful, full of love and appreciation. Anna didn't want their 'special night' to come to a close on a down-note. If she only had one night to spend like this in the foreseeable future, then she wanted to appreciate all of it. All of Elsa.

"Hey, why don't I order a pizza or something? And you could grab a shower, or… or whatever, and we can just chill?"

But, to Anna's surprise, Elsa shook her head. "Can we just stay like this?" she asked, and… well, that honestly sounded like something Anna would say. Perhaps it was the orgasm, or perhaps Elsa had come to the same conclusion as Anna. Either way, Anna wasn't about to complain. Instead she just smiled, and embraced Elsa tighter.

"Love you," she breathed quietly.

"Love you, too." Lips pressed into her cheek, and she smiled wider. "Can't believe you got me off with your shoe."

"Hey, you were into it! And I can't, either… I mean, it was fun, but I was kinda hoping to go down on you. Bring it full circle or whatever."

"Sorry," Elsa chuckled good-naturedly. "Really don't know what came over you."

"Came over ME?! You're the one who got off to it!"

Tutting loudly, she pushed Anna back to shoot her a 'disapproving mother' look that made Anna snort. "Really? You can't believe that you stroking me through my shorts with any body part, let alone with something Tori wore to the dance, would make me extremely hot? Hmm, normally you're sharper than that."

Anna grinned toothily. "Oh I know," she said. "I just wanted to hear you say it."

"You just- Hey!" Elsa gave Anna's shoulder a light slap. But there was a smile on her face that matched Anna's, and it wasn't long before they were both cuddling each other once more.

They lay there together for some time – it was impossible to keep track. It was nice. It was incredibly comfortable. Anna never wanted to leave because, even if she ignored all the sexual stuff, there had been a really long period in her life where the only thing she wanted was a mother to hold her. Then Elsa spoke and Anna couldn't help groaning in lament at losing this sacred moment.

"Okay now I really do need to go take a shower," she said, laughing when Anna made a noise and pressed her face in further.

"Noooo…." she whined. "Don't wanna move…."

"Cmon, Tori," she chided. "You want me to be comfortable, don't you? It's like a swamp down there." Anna stilled for a moment, before mumbling something. Once more Elsa chuckled, stroking her hair. "What was that?"

Looking up, Anna cleared her throat. "I um…I could clean you up," she offered, face burning.

There was a pause. Not a brief one, either; it was apparent that Elsa was truly mulling over the idea. Then she finally leaned up to kiss her cheek very tenderly.

"No, Anna. That does sound… wonderful, but I already feel a bit guilty for just what we've done so far. But I guarantee you that I'll never forget you offering."

"Aww," Anna pouted, though she remained on top of Elsa. "But it smells so good…" Still, she finished up with, "Can we at least cuddle a little longer before you go shower off?"

Rolling her eyes, Elsa sighed, "Fine, fine. I have to admit I don't much feel like moving either. Ten more minutes."

"Good. I can do ten minutes."

~ o ~

So they did. Anna stayed laying on top of her mother for another ten, which turned into fifteen before they agreed to get up and do something else. Reluctant as she was to let Elsa go, fearing that they would never get this chance again – or at least not for several months – she was at least glad she could do that one thing for her.

Then Elsa went for a shower. Anna tried the doorknob, thinking she would be sneaky and tease her through the curtain a little, but it was locked; she even heard Elsa call out "Ah, ah, ah!" at the sound of the knob rattling, and felt faintly embarrassed that she got caught.

After that, Anna had her shower. In turn, she left the door unlocked intentionally to see if Elsa would try the same, and was unreasonably disheartened when she refrained. That feeling completely vanished when she stepped into the kitchen, wearing her threadbare pyjamas and still tousling her hair, and spied Elsa.

Or, the creature Elsa had turned into.

Honestly, Anna hadn't thought she spent too long in the shower. Twenty minutes, give or take. Those twenty minutes were more than enough for Elsa to give herself a complete makeover. She wore a dress Anna had never seen before, fancy and sophisticated. It fit her so well it was like Elsa was half the age she was.

Although, that could have been the hair and makeup, too. Instead of the faux-perm, Elsa had tamed her hair, likely using a curling iron to create gentle waves. It framed her face and rolled over her shoulders. It lightened up her whole face, which was coated in a conservative amount of makeup. Enough to remove the harshest of lines; a rouge to colour her cheeks and a dazzling blue eyeshadow reminiscent of the 80s without being as all-in 'Baines' as before.

"Well?" Elsa asked with a smirk. "Are you getting dressed? Can't go out looking like that."

"Go… out?" Anna echoed numbly.

"Of course! A nice meal to end a nice day?"

"Oh… I thought we were just going to bed early or something," Anna admitted with a slight blush. "You know, after the whole… like… turning down pizza…"

At that, her mother laughed a little and patted Anna's side. "You're right, I should have said something. And… I know we can't exactly go as 'dates', since everyone knows us in Dell Valley. But I still want to take you out."

"Well… sure, yeah! I just… well, I feel silly dressed like this when you're dressed like that. But it won't take me long! Be right back!"

So Anna went tearing back to her room and changed out of her PJs and into a nice blouse and a skirt in record time; she didn't have many actual 'dresses' as such, so it was the best she could do. She was just looking at her damp hair when Elsa appeared.

"Want me to do your braids? Or something special?"

"Just braids are cool," she said. After all, she would be putting them in braids when she went to bed, anyway – and anything else would take too long.

They seated themselves on the bed and Elsa brushed through her hair before she began to braid it in a French braid; a little different than she had first insinuated. "Always did think you had such lovely hair… first as Tori, and then you when you were little. Then both of you, when I realised you were the same person."

"I had to have gotten it from somewhere," Anna said, smiling even though Elsa couldn't see it. Hopefully she could hear it instead. "Though I can't believe I got the ginger gene when no one else seems to have it at all. You sure I don't have some mystery sperm donor dad?"

"Stop! No!"

"Well… okay, but I'll hold you to that."

They were both quiet for a moment. "I think it suits you perfectly," Elsa said eventually as her nimble fingers made quick work of Anna's hair, and soon she was finished. Still, they sat there for a little while longer.

"I kinda wish I didn't have so many freckles, though," Anna admitted. "The hair's okay, but when the colour invades my face…"

"Aww, sweetheart," Elsa began, circling her arms around Anna and pulling her back against her for an improvised embrace. Anna relished in the feel of Elsa's soft breasts at her back. "I wouldn't change a single thing about you. Never."

Honestly, Anna could have stayed in her arms like that forever. But, they had plans – if not an actual reservation – so reluctantly, she pulled herself away.

"We better go," she said, twisting around to face Elsa as she got to her feet. "Otherwise we'll miss dinner. Although…" She bit her bottom lip as Elsa slid to the edge of the bed. One delicate eyebrow raised in the direction of the redhead, and Anna shrugged her shoulders. "I mean, I might miss dinner, but I got all the dessert I need right here."

It was pretty obvious to what she was referring, and a blush steadily grew on Elsa's cheeks. "You… are… impossible to deal with. Impossible!"

It made Anna laugh, before leaning forward to grab her mother's hands and tug her up. "C'mon! Let's go show you off to the world!"

To Be Continued…

#Fractal The Future #elsanna fanfiction #forkanna writes #fruipit #crossover fanfiction #elsanna #jess the writer

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cilldaracailin · 4 years ago

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Crazy Little Thing Called Love

Hello my Tumblr lovelys!

I am back with the next part of this story and I have left some gift baskets around the story with paper bags, oxygen masks, chocolate, blankets and some more chocolate. Please make use of them as needed as you read this part.

This one is for @hitmeonmytspot @fuseburner @primaba11erina and @turkish276

Please don’t all come for me at once and perhaps some warning before hand would be wonderful!

Suze xxx

P.S There are a good few Irish words in this part and there is an English translation straight after. I normally phonetically sound out the Irish words but because there are quite a few, I am not going to, unless someone really wants me to.

P.P.S That might just be me on St Patricks Day years ago in my Irish Dancing costume in the picture....

“Cleachtadh a dhéanann maistracht – Practise makes perfect”

As she made her way back to her table, she said hello to anyone she knew and as she wandered closer to her seat, she could hear loud laughter and didn’t know whether to be worried or relieved.

“Thanks Robyn.” Taron took his bottle of beer from her and she set the other drinks on the table in front of him.

“So, you are still alive then.” She said pulling a chair over beside him.

“And you too. Claire quiz you?”

Robyn grinned at him. “Just some girl talk.”

“Bloody girl talk.” He muttered before taking a drink from his bottle.

“We have been having a very interesting conversation with Taron.” Shane said wriggling his eyebrows at Robyn.

“It doesn’t surprise me at all.” She answered him. “And have you mauled him yet?” She threw his way, grinning as Shane blushed from ear to ear.

“Robyn!” His voice was a near high pitch squeal.

“And may I remind you that you are married.”

“You are coming out all defensive already Robyn and the evening hasn’t even begun. I was asking him about his time filming Rocketman.”

“I just know what you are like.” She answered him back and felt Taron shift a little in his chair so he could be a bit closer to her.

“He wanted to know about how we filmed the under-water scene.” Taron explained. “And if the hot pants chaffed.”

Another round of laughter circled the table. “It is a valid question and as a gay man, I think it is ok to ask.” Explained Shane.

“And did you get you answer?” Robyn asked as Claire took a seat beside her, carrying a tray with some drinks for everyone else at the table.

“Was waiting for it when you arrived back on your high horse.”

Robyn stuck her tongue out at her male friend and turned her attention to her drink. “Well don’t let me stop the conversation.”

Taron looked from Shane to Robyn and back to Shane before taking a glance at Claire who nodded her head at him and after he had swung his arm around the back of Robyn’s chair, answered the question.

“Not at all. They were actually quite comfortable.”

“They didn’t go up your bum?”

Robyn was mid swallow of her drink as Shane asked the question and some of it dribbled out of her mouth and she sat forward quickly trying to catch the drops in her hand so it wouldn’t get on her skirt. She was thankful for the tissue Claire quickly got her and wiped her chin and her hands before turning to Shane and glaring at him.

“You think you are the only one who can play this game?” She asked him with an edge to her voice.

“What game?” Asked Shane. “It is a genuine question and seeing as how Taron wore some, he has experience in this area.”

Robyn turned to look at Taron and he had one of those little cute half smiles on his face. “You do not have to answer that.”

“Not the way you thought this was going to go, huh chicken”? He asked her his eyes dancing with delight as he took in her angry stare at her friend.

“Chicken?” Claire’s voice took Robyn’s attention away from Shane and to her. “He just called you chicken. Why has he just called you chicken?”

“Ugh, I bloody hate you all.” Robyn threw her body back into her chair and crossed her arms over her chest, a sulk on her face and pout on her lips.

Taron couldn’t help but laugh at her. He couldn’t have adored Robyn more in that moment and if her friends hadn’t of been around, he absolutely would have tried to poke the pout from her lips but as she was already embarrassed, he shuffled a little closer to her and swung his arm around her chair again, placing a light kiss on her head instead, ignoring the stares he could feel from her friends. Both himself and Robyn had expected the same taunts and heckling he had gotten from his friends but so far it had been the complete opposite and his normally composed Robyn was infuriated with her friends and he was kind of really enjoying the little tantrum she was pulling, something he rarely saw from her.

Still grinning he turned back to Shane. “I honestly can say that no, they didn’t and I am assuming that is either down to the massive size of my arse or the wonderful abilities of the costume designer.”

“Well that is all I wanted to know.” Replied Shane.

Taron nodded. “However, I will stick to my trusty boxers though but give them a go Shane. You might like them.” He watched as the married couple looked to each and winked and Taron turned his attention back to Robyn. “Smile.”

“No.” She answered him.

“Please smile.” He asked again. “Or I will do something drastic to make you smile.”

“No.”

“You are at a table in front of your friends and I will not hesitate at all to tickle you here and now.” He whispered into her hair, pretending he was kissing her head again.

“So…” Robyn sat up on her chair. “How has everyone’s day been.” She saw the beautiful grin on his face from the corner of her eye and allowed a calming deep breath to fill her lungs, the scent of Taron’s aftershave filling her senses as she inhaled, he was still that close to her and it helped to lift her mood immediately.

The table’s conversation was filled with laughter and stories and once Taron and Robyn had again talked through what happened at the 7/11, Robyn’s friends finding it a bit more difficult to hear the story from the man she had saved, the cheeky banter slowed down and the conversation became more about getting to know everyone at the table.

“Does it get draining though?”

“Not so much draining but frustrating.” Claire had asked Taron about his re-shoots and filming the same scene over and over. “You could get it perfect and then the director wants the same scene from a different angle and you could fluff a line or not put the same emotion needed or just not feel as happy as you could be with the performance. I am a perfectionist on set and it works against me sometimes. I can get annoyed very easily with myself if I keep doing it wrong and even more so when I know my mistakes wastes time.”

“Sounds like Robyn.” Said Emma. “Total perfectionist at work, maybe a little bit too much of OCD too.”

“Which came in very handy when we had the inspection last week.” Robyn answered back.

“Well I can’t argue with that. First time I have had an inspection where my staff were complimented.”

“Me too.” Agreed Robyn. “But then I am pretty awesome.” Robyn laughed.

“Fucking awesome.” Corrected Taron, laughing with Robyn at his words.

“Ok share the joke.” Complained Claire.

“Just something one of Taron’s friends said on New Year’s.”

Claire was about to question it again when the microphone screeched a little and their attention was taken by the man standing at the top of the gym. “Beannachtaí Lá Fhéile Padraig!” He said excitedly into the microphone.

“Happy St Patricks Day.” Robyn translated for Taron, grinning as he rolled her eyes at him.

“Kinda figured chicken.” Chuckling as she lightly elbowed him in his ribs.

“So, let me quickly explain how this is going to work. Those of you who have been to one of these before know most dances comprise of four pairs, eight people in total so some of you may need to buddy up with others but it doesn’t mean a group of four can’t figure it out too. I don’t know if you have noticed that your tables have numbers on the them and they correspond to your place on the floor. To help keep everyone in place, we have also put some footprints on the floor too so you can make sure to stand on your footprints, just so we don’t have groups dancing on top of each other. You can come and go as your please but we just ask that you wait until one dance is finished before you come and go, just to keep some sort of order on the floor. I am obliged to show you the fire exits. The way you all came in, three along the wall behind me and three on the opposite side. We will begin very soon and all that is left for me to say is bain sult as duit féin agus ná bíodh imní ort faoi na céimeanna a fháil mícheart. Tá sé ach beagán spraoi agus beidh an craic againn.”

A cheer went up and although Taron clapped along he turned to Robyn with a look that just screamed help.

“Robyn?”

“He said ‘Enjoy yourself and don't be worrying about getting the steps wrong. It's just a bit of fun and we'll have the craic’.”

“Thank you. So, everyone understood that accept me.” He looked around the table at the blank faces.

“What did he say?” Asked Shane.

Robyn quickly repeated the English translation for everyone else at the table. “Not everyone speaks Irish or understands it. Maybe a few words here or there.”

“Hadn’t a clue.” Agreed Shane. “You English taking our native language.” He smirked toward Taron.

“And Taron is Welsh Shane, not English.” She patted Taron’s knee, reassuring him after Shane’s words. “And some of us paid attention in Irish class in school.”

“Wasn’t for me.”

“No but the teacher was! I am surprised you didn’t actually grasp the concept of the language.”

“It wasn’t the language I wanted to grasp!” Shane winked, earning a dig from his husband but he appeased him with a quick kiss to his lips.

Taron laughed and then smiled before looking away from the little intimate moment between the two and he turned his attention back to Robyn.

She noticed the change in direction of his body and turned to him. “So, you ready for a dance?”

“Well to fully embrace my Irishness, yes and I apologise now if I stand on your foot.”

“Well you didn’t in Aber so I think I can trust you.”

“Please remember you said that at the end of the evening.”

Within the next ten minutes a slight buzz of excitement filled the air as the Irish music stopped and the group of people in charge of the céilí were getting set up around the gym, making sure they each knew which section of the floor was theirs so they could teach the dances to the groups, helping each group as they got into the literal swing of things.

“Ok and we are ready to go! So, if you want to make you way up to your number, we can get you all started.”

Robyn looked around the tables as no one moved. She looked to Taron and tilted her head towards the floor and he immediately stood up and taking her hand skipped with her to the dance floor in the middle of the tables, Robyn giggling at his actions as he found their table number on the floor and stood directly on it.

“And thank you so much Miss Quinn!” Robyn made a fake curtesy to the MC. “And your partner.”

“Dean!” Robyn grinned. “This is Dean!”

Taron looked to Robyn and could only smile at her grin on her face and then back to MC smiling. “Yep that’s me Dean.” He turned back to Robyn. “Seriously. Is there one person in this town who does not know who you are!” He laughed as she pulled a face at him but was distracted from returning his own, when Shane and Darragh stood beside them.

“We’re here too! Ready to Riverdance our hearts out and give Michael Flatley a run for his money.”

The four broke out in laughter and once the other tables saw Robyn, Taron, Shane and Darragh get up first to the floor, they slowly filtered their way up and took their places on the dance floor, the rest of Robyn’s friends joining them.

“So, we’re sticking with Dean huh?” Taron asked he stood beside her with Shane and Darragh opposite them in a square shape, the other four from their table behind them in the same square formation.

“Seems to working for you today.” She replied to him.

They were been given a very quick walk through demonstration of the first dance of the evening, The Walls of Limerick.

“Do you know this dance?” Taron asked her.

“This is the only one I would know. We did this in school as kids.” She told him as the music started.

“Ok well I am counting on you then to get these one two threes right.”

Robyn laughed and gave his hand a squeeze. “I think I might enjoy this more than you rocketman.”

The helpers counted everyone in and the dance started. Robyn knew Taron would have no trouble with getting the basic one two three of the Irish dancing step or keeping in time as with his musical ability, keeping rhythm and time came so natural to him but it was more making sure they went in the right direction and she almost convulsed with giggles as he crashed into her as she went to the left while he went to her right and he had to catch her, lifting her in the right direction before he set her down again.

“Stop laughing Robyn!” He muttered as they danced forwards and backwards again but she just made a face with him as she swapped places diagonally with Darragh opposite her before Shane switched with Taron and holding each other’s hands they spun around in circles.

They stood on the outer square while Emma, Tommy, Claire and Nick had their turn with the dance and Robyn was still giggling away.

“Best night ever!” She laughed. “Oh, I wish I could have videos of these dances!”

“I will get the hang of it!” Taron insisted as he concentrated on watching the dance play out in front of him again. “Not all of us have Irish dancing in our blood or did it as a kid.”

It was a pure look of concentration Robyn had never seen on Taron’s face before and he held her hand firmly when he needed too and made sure his direction was perfect the second time and as he spun Robyn around and back to their place giving the other four their chance to have their turn he did an extra little step, delighted with himself he got it perfect.

“Told you!” He grinned.

“You are a quick learner but I already knew that.”

Once each set of four had danced the set twice more the music ended and a huge roar and applause went up in the gym, Taron clapping enthusiastically with everyone else.

“Oh, Robyn this is just the best Irish thing ever. I am so glad I could come over. I desperately needed something like this to just shake all my stress and anxiety off. Thank you so much.” He gave her a sideways hug and she grinned at Claire who made kissy faces at her, Robyn returning her own to her friend as she stood close with Nick.

The next dance in the set was called The Siege of Ennis and instead of two groups of four, involved all eight, two lines of four standing opposite each other. Every group was given another brief walk through of the dance and it carried the same basic steps as the other, criss crosses, spins and even a bridge of arms. They started off great, but soon the four pairs became a tangle of arms, wrong directions and mountain of giggles and laughter, having to go back to the footsteps on the ground waiting so they could start again. On the second try and with some guidance from one of the helpers, they got through one round of the dance and needed no help for their third and fourth round.

Robyn could see that Taron was thoroughly enjoying himself and his whole demeanour had flipped from that morning, a ridiculously honest smile on his face. She was so delighted that the day had turned positive for him, hating it when he was down over his work though she was still slightly concerned about his upcoming job knowing how he was going to have to dig really deep for the emotion needed for the character he was playing, the reality of the story of an abused son making Taron want to put everything he had into it. Shaking her head, Robyn brought herself back to the present and looked to him as he happily chatted with Emma and her husband and Nick, while herself, Claire and the other married couple stood talking to each other a few footsteps down as they waited for the next dance to begin.

“You can bring him to visit us any time Robyn.” Smiled Shane. “He is a darling and dotes on you something shocking.”

“He does not.”

“Listen here Robyn Quinn, that boy is head over heels in love with you and you may not have noticed the little touches he gives you, like a hand on your shoulder or around your waist but I have and my God I am so jealous of it all.”

“I think you are going to be divorced by the end of today.” Darragh grinned to his husband. “But Shane is right.”

Robyn rolled her eyes at her friends. “We are…”

“Just friends.” They all said together, Robyn frowning at them.

“Does he have to have such a perfect side profile.” Sighed Shane.

“So, I am going to take my husband outside for some air. We will be back.” Darragh placed his hands on Shanes shoulders and guided him out of the hall, Claire and Robyn laughing.

“They are going to do what you and Taron need to be doing.”

“And you and Nick.” Robyn countered. “Which by the way, the spins are not hip to hip spins but hand to hand spins.” She grinned.

“They never specified that in the instructions.” Laughed Claire and she glanced at Nick who was a in fully animated conversation with Taron. “I just want to kiss him.” Claire sighed.

“Then go and kiss him.” Suggested Robyn. “I really don’t think he will mind. He was asking where you were earlier during the choir’s gig.”

“I was watching from afar.”

Robyn watched the hopeless look on her friend’s face. “Claire please just go and talk to him, ask him out! Kiss the man! I absolutely guarantee you that it will be a very positive result and a yes to going for a drink. He is such a wonderful person.”

“So is Taron.”

“We are talking about you and Nick, not me and Taron.”

“You go and kiss Taron and I will kiss Nick.”

Robyn looked to Claire as she gave her the ultimatum and could see the seriousness in her face. “Really?” She asked tilting her head.

“You go and kiss Taron right now before the next dance starts and I will go and kiss Nick.”

“A kiss. Sure, no problem.”

“And not just a kiss on the cheek Robyn. A proper kiss on his lips.”

“Well the same goes for you too.” She watched as Claire’s face faltered a little. “You are going to give out such demands you need to follow through with them on your part.”

“I will.”

Robyn held out her hand and Claire gripped it tight, both girls adding their second hand. It was a well-used promise handshake they had created when making a deal with each other when they kids and had become their tradition as they grew up and once the handshake was made, the deal had to be followed through with or else face a forfeit of the others choosing. Handshake given and promise assured, Robyn grinned to her friend and saluted her. She turned away and prayed no one could see her heart beating wildly in her chest. She only agreed to go through with this stupid plan because she knew Nick was desperate to ask Claire out but both her friends were so hesitant to make a move so if a little kiss from Taron, something she had with him before, would sort them out, she was very willing to do it and not just because she wanted to kiss him. Again. She just wanted to help her best friend. That was what she told herself anyway.

Taron was standing still talking to Nick, Emma and Tommy, a beautiful but tired smile on his face and he was talking with his hands, still about music, specifically the music of Elton John and Robyn knew he was in his element at the moment. His cheeks were a little red from the slight heat in the gym and the two dances they had just danced and he had opened all the buttons of his check shirt, the material now hanging loosely against his body and she was suddenly regretting her quick and sudden deal with Claire, realising she hadn’t actually thought this through properly. Claire would not be happy with a simple peck on his lips, the deal requiring much more and her hands started to shake as she strolled toward the little group. She wished she hadn’t been so rash with her plan to get Nick and Claire together. Her heart was hammering and she could feel her stomach swirling in knots, her hands shaking a lot more and all she could think of was how handsome and gorgeous he looked just causally standing there talking to her friends. He had been such a gent and so wonderful with her friends, getting to know them, willingly sharing stories of his life with them and he was just happy. Pure happiness radiated from every inch of him and it was how she liked seeing him best however now as she walked towards him, she never even considered her end of the deal with Claire and how a kiss with Taron was going to affect her or him and it was suddenly a very bad idea.

“Hey Robyn.” He said giving her one of his trademark grins that spread over his face. “I was filling Nick in on our sing song with Elton.”

A very bad idea but with her head held high she walked right up to him. “You trust me, right?” She simply said.

“Of course. Always.”

“Ok well then trust when I say this is for the greater good in the long run.”

She took one long breath, her lungs filled with a mixture of humid air in the gym and that wonderful aftershave he always wore and it made her a little dizzy but she couldn’t back out and stepped right up to him, taking in his now slightly amused face, his stunning eyes, a light brown colour even in the green glow of the gym, opening wide and searching hers as he looked down to her, his forehead creasing as he raised his eyebrows in an almost question as to what she was up too. She heard and felt the hitch of breath he took as she pressed her body up against his and with her hands going to the back of his neck, lifted her head so she could reach his lips with hers and with perhaps a little more weight at first then she meant to, pressed her lips against his, then keeping them soft and light, Taron immediately tilting his head so their noses didn’t bump, his hands going to her waist pulling her right against him.

He knew what was coming before it happened, the determination in which Robyn walked towards him and the way she looked at him told him what she was going to do, her words of ‘you trust me’ making it so obvious what was going to happen but it did not mean he was prepared in any shape of form for the force at which she kissed him. Robyn stalled against him, her lips just resting against his, not moving at all and it took every part of him not to run away with the kiss. Feeling her silky lips against his caused a rush of electricity through his whole body and he parted his lips a little so her bottom lip slipped in-between his and he did his best to hold in the moan he was so desperate to let go from his body as he gently started to create the tiniest motion of friction so their lips finally moved against each other’s. His head was spinning and he knew if he dared to open his eyes, the room would be twirling around him so instead his closed his eyes tighter and pressed his mouth a little harder against Robyn’s knowing well that her lipstick had already transferred to his lips and not caring that his fingers dug into waist for a mili-second before he brought his hands up to her face. His hands cradled her neck, his thumbs at the edge of her face in front of her ears, giving him an almost better grip on her so he could hold her face in place as he moved his lips more against hers and taking the lead, he dared to move the slightest half inch away from her, her bottom lip falling from his, before he went back in immediately for a second kiss, not even taking a breath into his lungs for fear that if he waited too long he wouldn’t get a second kiss and it was also desperation that spurred him on not knowing if and when he would ever get a kiss like this with her again.

As Taron’s nose brushed against hers once more as he moved his head to tilt his face in the opposite direction, Robyn copied his hand position and moved her hands, pulling his face closer to hers as she felt him pull away, Robyn now taking control of the kiss back, gliding her lips over his before she stood right on her toes so she could capture his top lip between hers, increasing the tight hold on his face and the pressure at which she was kissing him, drawing his lips into hers. The scratch of his facial hair felt so satisfying on her skin and as he parted his lips once more, she let his wonderful damp and velvety lips take over their kiss, Robyn pressing her body further into his, the heat from him only increasing the building temperature between them. Robyn could feel his hands holding her face a little harder than he normally would and his nose swept hers once more as he changed his head’s position again. The way he moved his lips so nimbly against hers, made kissing him effortless and Robyn was very quickly finding it so difficult to keep her restraint and she had to make herself stop kissing him knowing the forth head tilt from Taron was a sign it was long enough but she needed to get one last kiss in and as she pulled away from him went back in to have one more light feather peck, a silent sigh leaving her body as her forehead rested on his, her hands still on his face. Taron leaned in to steal one last and final kiss from her, his lips in a full grin as his slightly wet and parted lips met hers and she could feel the smile on his lips and she knew she had the exact same one on hers.

“Jesus fucking Christ in heaven! What was that!”

Taron and Robyn, whose bodies were still locked together, turned their heads to see Shane and Darragh staring at them, Shane’s eyes open wide, his hands on his cheeks too. Robyn didn’t give him an answer but turned around to stand in front of Taron and looked to Claire with a smirk.

“You’re turn.” She simply said to her friend, her hands reaching for Taron’s which were now around her waist and she was so glad he had a tight hold of her because her legs were like jelly, her head was spinning and her lips were on fire and the heat from Taron’s body felt glorious agasint hers.

Claire was mortified, not believing Robyn would even dare to kiss Taron in such a way, thinking she was going to chicken out but she didn’t. In fact, Robyn had gone above and beyond and shared a kiss with Taron that was extremely intimate, quite thorough and as she witnessed it, could firmly say it was definitely heated. Claire had been by Robyn’s side as she fell madly in love with Keith but had never seen her best friend share a kiss like the one she had just shared with Taron with Keith and it wasn’t even a kiss of a couple in love, well love that had been admitted to each other. It was just two friends kissing but it was so much more when watched from the outside. They their hands rested perfectly on each other’s cheeks and they just knew how to position their heads so they didn’t bump noses and it had the perfect amount of everything a kiss needed and as Claire stood with her mouth open as she witnessed their kiss, their first proper kiss, she was stunned. It was near perfect. She hadn’t missed that at one point Taron took the lead with the kiss, seeing how much he wanted to kiss Robyn so much more than he was letting on and it made her a little sad to know that Robyn wanted it as much as he did and the two were just holding back so much.

However, now that Robyn had fulfilled her end of the deal it was her turn and she was stood frozen on the spot. Robyn was always a little braver than she was, especially over the last three years and although she had doubted that Robyn would follow through with the kiss, her best friend had gone and kissed Taron hard and without a doubt Claire knew she now had no choice but to kiss Nick, the man she had been crushing on for at least four years.

“Claire.” Asked Robyn looking to her friend, who hadn’t moved for a few seconds, motioning with her eyebrows for her to go over to Nick.

“Nick you want to help a girl out here?” Robyn was surprised to hear Taron speak and even more shocked when Nick walked past them, over to Claire and placing his two hands on her cheeks, kissed her, a lot more deeply then Robyn and Taron kissed and a few wolf whistles went up around them.

“Will someone please tell me what is going on and why everyone is kissing everyone else and why I am not getting kissed by anybody!”

Robyn felt Taron’s chest move with his laughter and closed her eyes as he threw his arms around her shoulders and hugged her against him. “You are in trouble Miss Quinn.” He whispered to her, his breathe hot against her cheek. “And have a lot of explaining to do.”

She gave his hands a squeeze and felt the deep breath he took, taking one of her own and turned to face him, not missing the flush on his face or how his eyes were now a swirling mix of brown and green.

“What it with all the kissing!” Shane asked again, clear frustration in his voice.

“Want to go outside?” Robyn asked him. “Before the next dance starts?”

“Please.”

Without a word to those around her, Robyn lifted Taron’s arms from around her shoulder and over her head, keeping a grip on his hand and started to lead him off the dance floor. As they walked, she could hear Shane complaining again and as she walked past Claire, she gave her a little push with her left hand, breaking the kiss between herself and Nick, winking at her. “Not that hard was it?” She said as she walked past them, still keeping a tight grip on Taron’s hand.

She guided him out the front door of the club house and to the left walking down the footpath a little and to a little corner she knew of where they could talk.

“So, Robyn what is with all the kissing?” Taron asked her as he leant against the brick wall behind him, his arms crossing over his chest. “Not that I am complaining, just to put that out there.” He added, hoping that his face had cooled down a little, though his cheeks still felt incredibly hot and even the chill in the late-night air wasn’t helping to cool his overheated body down. He could still feel Robyn pressed up right against his body and he had hugged Robyn so many times before, tight gripping hugs where she was properly squished against him but when their touching bodies were from the result of a kiss, it was a completely different feeling all together. “Sometimes a man needs a bit of warning before he is assaulted with kisses.” He gave her a little half smirk, keeping his arms folded against his chest, resisting the urge to touch his lips, instead rubbing them together and licking what he knew was her lipstick from them, that cosmetic taste in his mouth a little reminder that once again Robyn had kissed him and not just a little kiss, a proper full on, lip sucking kiss and it was glorious and he saw a few fireworks set off behind his closed eyes.

“You never warned me outside the lift.”

He grinned at her response. “Robyn, I kissed your neck. You fully planted one on my lips and in front of your friends and it was more than just a little kiss. Honestly, I thought you were going to slip me some tongue at one point.”

“Ugh eww Taron no!” Robyn turned away from him and squeezed her eyes shut biting her bottom lip before she turned back and prayed her face was calm and composed. “Just no. You are my friend.”

“Hmm.” He hummed. “So chicken, care to explain what that was all about? I am guessing something to do with Claire, maybe a bet of some sorts? She looked mortified. What did you two agree too.”

“I am really sorry Taron, about the kiss.” Robyn stepped a little closer to him and leaned opposite him against the wall.

“I didn’t ask you if you were sorry. You don’t have to apologise to me over it. You did ask me first in a way.”

“I asked you if you trust me.”

“And I do.” He assured you. “And you know I do, with my life.” He waited for Robyn to start with an explanation but she was staying silent. “Come on Robyn. Spill or I am ringing Diean right now to tell him about our kiss. He has been bugging me about the New Year’s Eve kiss constantly so I know he will love this one!” Taron pulled his phone from his jeans pocket but Robyn quickly snatched it from his hands.

“I did do it for Claire.” She started to explain quickly, still holding Taron’s phone, her eyes glancing down very quickly as his screen lit up as she accidently swiped his phone, a new picture of the two of them on his screen, one from New Year’s Eve they had taken on the beach before they went to her home. “I hadn’t actually planned just to land a kiss on you like that, I promise. She is so desperately in love with Nick and has been since he joined the choir four years ago and you know we had this match making plan and I know Nick has been fawning over Claire since I introduced the two of them after a gig we did. So, we were having our girl talk…”

“I am going to ban girl talk.” Interrupted Taron. “Bane of my life. Even Rosie and Mari have their girl talk now. No boys allowed!” He complained.

Ignoring him, Robyn continued. “Well during our girl talk, Claire told me that I wouldn’t kiss you and I replied to her with the oh so mature answer of well you won’t kiss Nick and I was like sure I would kiss you if she kissed Nick and she was like well if you kiss Taron I will kiss Nick and then she made the deal tougher by saying that it couldn’t be a kiss on his cheek, as in your cheek, it had to be on the lips and I was like well if I do this, knowing and hoping you wouldn’t mind, I mean we have kissed before, Claire would have to follow through and kiss Nick and like I said, I already know that Nick has a thing for Claire and Claire is like a love sick puppy when she sees Nick even if she won’t admit to it and then we agreed and shook on it using our special handshake which we cannot go back on so I had to go first and kiss you and then we kissed and I was like go on Claire and she stalled and looked at me as if she had seen a ghost and I mean I had just kissed you so she had to follow through with our deal and she just stood there with a blank face, and then you spoke to Nick and he just went and kissed her instead and hey how did you get Nick to do that so quick with just some words and he went straight in for a kiss but Claire totally broke our deal she needs to do the forfeit but I mean…”

Taron watched as Robyn started to talk fast and her words jumbled together as she moved away from the wall, still with his phone and placed back and forth in front of him her hands moving as she spoke and as she rambled on, Taron was grinning from ear to ear. Sure the kiss played complete havoc with his emotions and he was still light headed and buzzing from the feeling of kissing her but he did not regret it at all or how he kissed her back and as he stood away from the wall he automatically found himself biting his lip, still feeling Robyn’s against him and he chuckled as Robyn began to speak even faster. She always spoke fast, her words almost blurring together even more so when she was excited or as he found out the hard way, angry and she was doing it right now, almost without taking a breath. He stepped in front of her, stopping her mid-stride and without a second thought, he reached forward and put his hand over her mouth to stop her which she did but he pulled his hand away quickly as she licked him.

“Don’t lick people.” He grinned. “And like I said, you don’t have to apologise to me. You asked me if I trusted you and I said yes and I do and when you were at the bar with Claire, Nick and I were getting to know each other. He let it slip that he was very happy you asked him to come along as he has the biggest crush on Claire. I did a little match making of my own and told him he should tell her but he wasn’t really feeling brave enough too. After you kissed me and egged Claire on, I put two and two together and thankfully Nick took the hint and the first step and went to kiss her.”

“You little sneaky rocketman. Hatching plans of your own.”

“Except Nick and I did not have a handshake to seal the deal.”

“I am going to make Claire pay for not stepping up.”

Taron grinned. “I think she will give you whatever you want after that kiss she had with Nick.”

“Finally.” Smiled Robyn. “Those two has been making googly eyes at each other for years.” Robyn looked down to her hands as she accidently swiped his phone again and she saw their picture. “I am sorry for just kissing you like that Taron.”

“It’s ok. I think I can forgive you when you ramble on nervously like that and if we got Claire and Nick together, than mission accomplished.”

“Taron…”

“Honestly, it is ok.” He stepped closer to her and held his arms out for a hug, which she walked into. “Don’t over think it ok. I know what you are like. It was just a kiss.”

“Just a kiss.” Repeated Robyn into his shoulder but it was so much more than just a kiss and as she started to re-live that wonderfully delicate and smooth kiss, his phone rang in her hands, ending the short hug between then. “It’s your mam.” She said to him, looking at the name on the screen.

He smiled and took the phone from her and answered it with a light cheery tone. “Hey mam!”

“Hello love! I just wanted to check in with you before your night became too Irish and you would forget to call your mother back.” Hearing Tina’s words, Robyn laughed. When Tina heard the laughter, she knew Taron was with his reason for his visit to Ireland. “Hello Robyn.”

“Hey Tina!” Robyn said loudly so she could hear him.

“Hi Robyn!”

She laughed as she heard Rosie and Mari too. “Hello girls.” Robyn looked to Taron. “I will leave you to it.”

“You don’t have too and you know the girls want to talk to you. Always want to talk to you.”

Robyn grinned. “And you know I adore them but your mother wants to talk to you.”

“And you want to talk to Claire.” He returned.

“Oh my God I do.”

“So, more girl talk.” He rolled his eyes. “Go, I will follow you.” He leaned over and kissed her cheek. “Sort out that forfeit too.”

“I will.”

Robyn turned on her heels and walked away from Taron, hearing him pick up the call as she headed back for the door, inhaling the cool fresh air was she walked. Her head was still very fuzzy and not only from the specular kiss but also from Taron’s reaction. He was so calm and acceptive of what she had done to him, literally done to him and he was his usual wonderful self and she was so confused by it all. She was expecting at least a tiny bit of backlash from what she had done but there was none. He was completely understanding and had even said he couldn’t complain about what she had done and as she pulled open the door of the GAA club she took a glance back to him. He was laughing and smiling and not for the first time her stomach dropped to her toes. Whatever doubts she had before about being in love with Taron had been well and truly squashed. She, Robyn Quinn, without a doubt was head over heels in love with the man that was Taron Egerton.

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meteor752 · 4 years ago

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More Lotr in Hogwarts stuff

This will make more sense if you read this

Before we begin, we shall discuss how old these guys are. Faramir and Tilda are both in Harry’s year, Éomer, Éowyn, Arwen and Bain are one year older and Aragorn, Legolas, Gimli, Tauriel and Boromir are two year older. Frodo, Sam, Merry and Pippin are two years younger.

And btw, this one will be long

1989:

Thrandruil and Elrond were in the same year and was friends during their school days, so Aragorn and Legolas knew each other during their childhoods and sat on the train together

Thranduil didn’t want to push too much pressure onto Legolas about being in Slytherin because they weren’t as extreme as the Blacks about it (Even though they are related to them), but it would be nice if he did end up in Slytherin

Luckily, he did, and Legolas was happy about it

When Legolas’ name was called up to get sorted, Sigrid almost walked out of the hall to go back home on the train because of all the years

Her Da, Bard, and Legolas father Thranduil used to date back in Hogwarts but Thranduil was pressured by his family to marry a Pureblood instead of a muggleborn, so they broke off

Thranduil married a pureblood woman named Leena who died in the first Wizarding war and Bard a muggle woman named Eleonore who died in sickness

Yes this will lead to Barduil, y’all know me by now

Legolas meets Gimli during potions where the two become partners, and neither are too happy about it at the start

Until they both end up in detention because they accidentally exploded a cauldron and Snape is a dick, where they end up bonding a bit

And now Gimli can’t get rid of Legolas who always comes up to him to gush about Aragorn or complain about his father being dramatic (Like he isn’t swooshing around with his long blonde hair and fancy clothes like a diva), and Gimli just wonders where it all went wrong

While Legolas is off making a friend, Aragorn joins the first years dueling club, and gets really good at it

In the dueling club he meets Boromir, a Hufflepuff that is really good at defensive spells, while Aragorn favors aggressive spells

The two end up creating a friendly rivalry between each other, that leads to an odd friendship

Tauriel basically just takes a liking to Legolas because he’s relatively kind and they’re both in Slytherin, and she just starts hanging out with him

Which confuses Legolas a hell lot because he barely knows this red head and all of a sudden she’s sitting by the lake with him helping him study

Overall, nothing really happens this year if I’m being honest

1990:

Bard and Thranduil knock into each other at the train station, and it’s very awkward for everyone involved

Arwen follows after Aragorn at the start, because she doesn’t know anyone and she’s rather around him than Elladan and Elrohir who’s in their seventh year at this point

Éowyn and Éomer get to know the others because the train is full and they’re only two in their compartment

Éowyn immediately falls in love with the dark haired rugged Ravenclaw, but thinks he and Arwen are some form of couple, and respects that

And Legolas ends up hearing a lot of gushing about the fiery Gryffindor girl from Tauriel that year, and Gimli just retorts with he now knows how it feels

Legolas also tries out for Slytherin Chaser that year and gets the position

But again, not much happens

1991:

This is where things starts to happen

The entire group thinks it’s awesome that Harry Potter will start school that year, and they discuss during the entire train ride which house they think he will end up in

The main bet is on either Gryffindor or Slytherin

Boromir’s little brother Faramir will also start that year, but he sits mostly quiet during the train ride

Tilda also surprises her entire family by ending up in Slytherin, but they all think it’s hilarious because they all got in different houses (Bard was a Hufflepuff)

Neither Tilda nor Faramir end up together with Harry, but Tilda ends up having to deal with Malfoy, who’s just the biggest pain in the ass

The two become Herbology partners however, with the assignment to care for a pretty ordinary plant, but as a lover of nature Tilda takes it very seriously and the two become friends because of it

And through Faramir Tilda meets Legolas, a fellow Slytherin student, and the two discover that they have a bit of family history

Éomer tried out for Gryffindor beater that year together with his sister who he forced, but the two lost the position the the Weasley twins.

Legolas, Tauriel and Tilda are very angry that year over the loss against Gryffindor with the house cup, because they would have won had that Potter brat not played the hero.

The others are delighted though, and makes sure to rub it in every chance they get

Aside from the troll during Halloween, not much happened that year either

1992

This is the year shit starts going down

The Chamber of Secrets only really affects two of the group members, Aragorn and Tauriel.

Tauriel herself is a Slytherin while Aragorn grew up in a Pureblood family, so they both and unsure if they will actually be targeted, but the others make sure to be on the safe side by always having two people walk with them

When the Slytherins of the group are informed that the entire house is the main suspect, all three takes great offense by it.

Tilda does find it funny though that Draco was a suspect by the Potter brat and his friend, as all that kid can do is whine and boast

After the petrifaction of the Granger girl, Tauriel even calls in a meeting for all the Slytherin students in the common room, because it’s getting a bit serious at this point

Every Slytherin denies that they have opened the chamber, and a first year even says that she’s probably done it and is now trying to shift the focus, but Legolas defends her stating that as a Muggleborn she couldn’t have

Despite it all, both Aragorn and Boromir enjoys that the whole school has taken an interest in Dueling and that they are getting new partners. No one is even close to beating them though, obviously. Éowyn is probably the one who comes the closest to it, but she still fails hard

Gimli is very annoyed the entire year thoug, as now on top of talking about Aragorn, Legolas has also started babbling about Gilderoy Lockhart, and Gimli is just beyond done with it at this point

Both Tauriel and Aragorn is very happy when the petrifications have stopped, and the two weren’t targeted even once

1993

Merry and Frodo are cousins that sit on the train together just simply for the sake of not sitting alone

Pippin literally falls into their compartment after being pushed, and asks if he can sit with them. Merry has already taken a liking to the boy, and Frodo fears for his future

Frodo gets out of there as fast as he can, and finds a mostly empty compartment except for a boy that’s around his own age, sitting and fiddling with his clothes

The boy turns out to be named Sam, and the two talk during the entire train ride, Frodo telling Sam about the magic world and Sam telling Frodo about the muggle world

The Dementors was a traumatic experience for all of them, especially Aragorn who’d witnessed his mother’s death and the bowman kids that had had their village destroyed by a dragon when they were kids. None of them fainted, Potter, but it was close in Sigrid’s case

This was also the year that both Faramir and Tilda had to experience a lot of Malfoy’s whining, and Tilda was close to just kill either him or herself after just a few weeks

Both Aragorn and Sigrid end up being ravenclaw prefects, with Boromir the one for Hufflepuff

Tauriel and Tilda try out for quidditch beater and chaser and ends up getting the positions. Boromir also tries out for Hufflepuff beater and ends up on the team. Éowyn and Éomer also doesn’t get the position and are bummed out about it for a couple of weeks

The four first years end up coming into the group because of Merry and Aragorn, of all people

Despite being smarter than he looks, Merry is terrible when it comes to riddles, and he often end up having to wait for other Ravenclaws just to get into the common room

Aragorn starts to notice the first year always sitting outside the common room, and he always makes sure to check sometime’s if he himself is inside the common room if Merry is there

And since the chaotic duo did end up becoming friends with Frodo and Sam, there’s sometimes four first years outside the common room. Aragorn doesn’t care that they are from different houses, Frodo and Sam are both really sweet people. Pippin is a nightmare though, but Boromir likes him

After winter break Pippin comes back to school with a bunch of muggle devices like pencils and notebooks, and both Merry and Frodo are amazed.

This was the year that the group discovered that Tilda can’t say no to dares because she’s not a coward, and they have a blast with that.

Until Pippin dares her to go out in the forbidden forest at night, and she says yes because of course. And since Tilda is going Legolas is going because he doesn’t want her to get hurt, and since Legolas is going both Gimli and Aragorn are going because Aragorn is worried and no pretty boy is going to best Gimli, and since Aragorn is going Boromir is going because why not

It was full moon that night though, so the five end up very scarred after encountering a fucking werewolf

The teachers end up not finding out about it, but Aragorn feels really bad because he’s a prefect and this is not the example he should be giving the younger students, while Boromir feels great

1994

The only two who are seventeen by that time are Sigrid and Aragorn, and Legolas, Tauriel, Gimli and Boromir are just really bummed out.

Neither are chosen as the champion, and Boromir, Faramir and Sam are all really happy that the champion is a Hufflepuff though, because they never get their moment to shine.

They don’t this year either because Potter somehow become the fourth champion

Tauriel, Legolas, Tilda and Frodo does not hear the end of it by Malfoy in the Slytherin common room

They are all pretty hyped when the first challenge do come around, because it actually seems pretty exciting

Until the first dragon came out in the arena and Tilda was close to having a panick attack because of her fear of dragons, so they all unfortunately had to leave early to take her to the hospital wing. Sigrid arrived not long after with Bain, who’d also started having flashbacks.

Tilda was willing to face her fears after the first task though, when she approached one of the dragon trainers and asked if she could meet one of the less dangerous of the dragons

The Dragon trainer (a Weasley, funnily enough), was glad to help someone come over their dragon fear, and introduced her to a the common welsh green, that she ended up befriending and naming Jonathan. The two became pen pals, and he sent her a lot of pictures of Jonathan. She’s still not quite ready to interract with any other dragon, especially not a Ukranian Ironbelly, which was the dragon breed that destroyed her village.

The information of the Yule ball puts everyone out of the bad mood they had for missing the dragons, which Tilda is happy about.

Boromir ends up being asked by a seventh year named Théodred, who is Éomer and Éowyn’s cousin, and he gladly accepts. Tauriel builds up the courage to ask Éowyn out after a lot of pep talk from Legolas, Éomer asks Faramir that is quite flustered when he accepts, and the second years are disappointed that they can’t go

Legolas and Aragorn has a hard time asking the other though, so Arwen, Gimli and Tilda plays matchmakers for a few weeks just so those idiots can be honest about their feelings

Arwen does Aragorn’s hair for the ball, as he can’t do it himself because he’s bad at taking care of himself, and she does some real pretty braids in her own

Sigrid ends up asking Arwen out of all people, because just why not. Arwen is happy about that and the two end up having a lot of fun, but they remain friends.

Gimli and Tilda goes together just because they are the only ones left, but both are mostly there for the food.

Aragorn and Legolas finally becomes a couple during the night after years of pining, and Gimli and Tilda are just so relieved

But then they enter that honeymoon phase and that gets old real fast. Arwen is happy for them though

They were all so bored during the second challange, and is again a little annoyed with Tilda over missing the dragons.

At first it was the same with the third challange, until Potter returns with Cedric’s body.

1995

The entire train ride turns into one big argument if Voldemort is back or not. The majority of them don’t believe it, but both Éowyn and Tauriel do and those two know how to voice their opinion.

Despite that, they all agree that Umbridge is the worst. Especially Boromir, Pippin, Merry, Tauriel and Tilda who end up in detention a lot, and their hands end up as very scarred.

Aragorn is the one who is approached about Dumbledore’s army, and he of course informs the others that all agree on going.

Some of the other students argue against Legolas, Tauriel, Tilda and Frodo being there as they’re Slytherin’s, but Aragorn manages to convince them that they can stay.

Because of their talent in duelling, Aragorn and Boromir is really in the army, and is often used as examples of what to do while duelling.

As head boy and head girl, Aragorn and Sigrid abuses their positions a lot so the army can get away with a bunch of stuff

After a while, the group starts to realize that Potter was in fact speaking the truth and that Voldemort was back, and it was a lot to process.

Sam spends the winter break with Frodo and his uncle, while Pippin goes to Merry’s place and Tauriel to Legolas’. They see it safer that way, since muggleborns are in huge risk. The Bowmans worries a lot of their Da when they’re at school.

The teachment of the Patronus charm was most of theirs favorite moment that year (Except for that other thing). Aragorn was happy that his was a horse, Tilda found it ironic that she had a dragon and Legolas wasn’t at all surprised that his was an elk. There was a lot of confusion though when a raptor emerged from Pippin’s wand and all the half blood and muggleborns were loudly singing the Jurassic Park theme.

Frodo also became a Slytherin Chaser, and Sam is happily cheering on even though he has no idea how the sport works

And all four of the Slytherin’s happily sang along to Weasley is our King during Quidditch, as Gryffindor has beat them at everything since Potter started and finally they had something!

But after their match against Gryffindor they couldn’t make Malfoy shut up about Potter and how he’d “Unfairly attacked him”. Neither Legolas, Tilda or Frodo could pity him though, as if someone had insulted their dead mother they probably would have done the same

After Fred and George’s grand departure (Something that they all loved by the way), Merry and Pippin starts to follow in their footsteps together with Peeves, and they end up in detention so much that thier hands are almost always bleeding. Boromir gets real protective of the two during this time, and sometimes takes the blame for some of their pranks just to give the two a break.

Both Aragorn, Sigrid and Legolas end up graduating with top scores, while Boromir, Tauriel and Gimli have passable. Not bad, just not great.

1996

The train ride is a lot more quiet than it usually is that year, considering that six of them are missing. Merry and Pippin are still keep the mood up though, and Tilda was talking proudly about her new Moke, Aloe.

Tilda and Frodo realize during dinner however that something is wrong with Malfoy, as instead of proudly talking about something his father got for him, he was sitting in complete silence, just sometimes scratching his arm.

Both Frodo, Faramir, Éowyn, Éomer, Arwen and Tilda are accepted into the slug club that year, the first four because of their families and Arwen and Tilda because of their talents in Water and Fire magic. Or well, also a little because of Arwen’s family.

Éomer and Éowyn finally become the Gryffindor beaters that year, but somehow it wasn’t as exciting as they wanted it to be

Faramir and Tilda’s whole week is made however when Harry Sass Potter comes with his ‘There’s no need to call me Sir professor’

But the majority of the year is actually pretty chill, except for everyones worry of the outside world. The only big thing is Tilda and Frodo noticing how odd Draco is behaving compared to his usual whining self, but they don’t really think too much of it except for a conversation here and there.

It’s at the end of the year when some action finally happens, when death eaters infeltrate Hogwarts. As parts of Dumblredores army they fight back and no one gets too injured, but still action!

During Dumbledores funeral, Frodo’s uncle Bilbo talks to Sam and asks if he wants to stay with them during the summer, for his and his family’s safety. Sam agrees, partly because again, safety, and partly because he gets to hang out more with Frodo who he’d started to crush a bit on

The same is true for Pippin, that will stay with the Brandybucks during the summer.

1997

After the ministry take over, Thranduil opened up his home for his old friend Bard, since he’s a muggleborn and at risk. Sigrid and Bain ends up coming along as well, because of their serious lack of wizarding blood in ther veins. This is how Barduil happens.

Aragorn and Tauriel ends up on the run after the take over, only barely keeping in touch with Aragorn’s adopted fathers Elrond and Lindir as it would be too risky to send owls between each other.

Both Sam and Pippin are terrified when they step on the train on their way to Hogwarts, despite having new made up backgrounds of being relatives to Frodo and Merry

Frodo and Merry defend the two like hell though, if one of the Carrow would question their family background

A lot of Hogwarts student did that to Muggleborns actually, and a few ghost did as well. The Bloody Baron ended up lying about Tilda’s mother being from a Pureblooded family, which surprised her a lot.

During winter break Tilda went to Legolas’ house, and found out that her Da and Legolas’ father had gotten really close, which didn’t weird her out at all, nope!

Tilda tried her best to cheer a depressed Legolas up, since one of his best friends and his boyfriend were uncontactable, and he had no idea if they were even alive or not.

But still, she had to return to school along with the Faramir and the fifth years

It was in February that Faramir found out about his brothers death.

Boromir had tried to defend a couple of muggle kids, but while occupied with duelling a death eater he’d been hit in the back with the killing curse.

Faramir still stayed in school after that, as it would only get worse if he went home, so he stayed despite everything that was going on. Merry and Pippin both also got really sad over it since they liked Boromir, a lot, and Sam, Frodo and Tilda did their best attempts at cheering the three up, or just be a shoulder they could cry on

The battle of Hogwarts was extreme for all of them.

Faramir ended up taking revenge on the man that killed his brother, a death eater named Lurtz, by using Bombarda on a wall behind him, which ended up crushing him.

Tilda was knocked into a wall by one of the giants, and it collapsed on top of her. She didn’t die, miraculously, but when she was found during the armistice a lot of bones in her leg was broken and she could barely remain conscious

Sam and Frodo stuck together during the battle, both protecting each other with the spells they learned by the DA and that Aragorn had taught them. When Frodo taken down by one of the Acromantula’s however, Sam went in full protection mode, killing the thing plus three others that tried to come near. Frodo got the antidote during the armistice and he was fine really, but Sam couldn’t stop hugging him because he’d gotten so scared.

Merry and Pippin somehow found each other during the battle, despite starting out on complete opposite sides of it. Not only did they use spells in the battle, but also a lot of Fire Crackers because those were surprisingly effective. Merry did end up taking a hit to the side, but otherwise they were both relatively fine.

19 years later

Both Aragorn and Tauriel survived while on the run, by the way

Two years after the war Aragorn and Legolas married, with Arwen as Maid of Honor and Gimli as best man. Aragorn became the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher after the jinx was lifted, and Legolas the Care of Magical Creatures professor.

Gimli didn’t marry, and instead worked for Gringotts traveling the world and helping to build and secure vaults. He still comes around every thanksgiving and Christmas though

Tauriel did not become Minister of magic as she’d hoped, but instead became a Quidditch beater in the Appleby Arrow’s, and even playing in the World Cup a couple of times. She married Éowyn, who’d fulfilled her dream of becoming an Auror, and the two ended taking in a bunch of foster kids that had lost their parents in the war

Just like his sister Éomer became an Auror, while Faramir became a healer at St Mungos. The two did in fact not marry, but they are still a couple with two adopted sons and a bunch of horses

Tilda ended up loosing her leg in the war, and ends up walking around with two crutches aside from when she works where she has a prosthetic . She became a dragonologist, fully overcoming her fear and actually meeting a Ukrainian Iron Belly. She wasn’t a fan and would rather not do it again

Arwen did not marry either, and became a zoologists that focused mostly on aquatic animals.

Sam and Frodo ended up marrying though (Bilbo: FINALLY), and adopting a lot of kids. Sam became a Herbologist, and if the position was not already taken he would have become the Herbology teacher, while Frodo became a Astrologist.

Merry and Pippin were the last one out of the bunch to finally realize their feelings for each other. Or, in Pippin’s case they’ve been there since their third year but Merry is pretty oblivious. Pippin started working at Weasleys’ Wizard Wheezes, while Merry took up a job in the ministry in the Department of Magical Accidents and Catastrophes. They did not have any kids however, because they didn’t think that a child would survive long around the two

Sigrid became head of the Department of International Magical Cooperation, and Bain became an Auror. I have nothing more for these two

And yeah that’s all

Please someone write a fanfic about this I’m begging you

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lawyernovelistpersonal · 4 years ago

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Fall of Laketown Remix 4/7

*Bard climbs onto a bell tower and starts shooting at Smaug*

Bain: Da!

Tilda: Da!

*Bard keeps shooting at Smaug but it has no effect*

Kili: He hit it! He hit the dragon!

Tauriel: No.

Bofur: Yes, he did. It didn't make any difference, but he did hit it.

Tauriel: That's a little nitpicky, don't you think?

Bofur: Just saying.

Kili: He did, he hit its mark, I saw!

Tauriel: These arrows cannot pierce its hide. I fear nothing will.

Kili: OK, question: How come you know more about how to take down dragons than I do? Given my family history, you'd think that how to kill dragons would at least have been a subject of discussion around the place as I was growing up, even if it weren't an active part of my education.

Tauriel: That's irrelevant; I know more than you because I have to be the smartest person here.

Sigrid: Do you know about black arrows?

Tauriel: ... Sure.

Fili: You don't, actually; you just said nothing would pierce the dragon's hide.

Tauriel: Shut up.

Sigrid: Regardless, I know all four of these dwarves do, since their leader went out of his way to blame my great-grandfather for the destruction of Dale and Erebor. Which was entirely unnecessary, by the way.

Bain: Yeah, and I mentioned that thanks to him Smaug has a loose scale.

Kili: Excellent point. And that means that maybe we don't even need a black arrow!

Tauriel: Well, if you know that then so does your father, and if that were what it meant then he clearly can't shoot straight, so is it that or do we need a black arrow which we don't have?

Sigrid: Well, he can definitely shoot straight, so I guess we still need the black arrow for some reason.

Bain: Man, I was really hoping that there was a reason I brought up the loose scale.

Sigrid: I guess it really was just to prove that our great-grandfather got some sort of consolation prize, even though it was ultimately worthless.

*Bain notices the boat where he left the black arrow*

Bain: Huh. That's convenient. I thought for sure someone would have taken that boat by now, with all this going on.

*he grabs a hook and swings off the boat*

Bofur: What are you doing?

Fili: Come back! Bain! Come back!

Bofur: Bain!

Tilda: Hey, Sigrid?

Sigrid: Yes?

Tilda: How come we're not trying to call him back?

Sigrid: The movie's decided we've dropped out of existence again, I guess.

Fili: Come back here!

Bofur: Bain!

Bain: I'm going to get the black arrow! It's just there!

Fili: Why didn't you say so?

Sigrid: Better yet, why didn't you mention before that you'd hidden it? I thought the Master had confiscated it when Da was arrested!

Bain: I didn't think it would matter!

Sigrid: Did you tell me anything when you got back?

Bain: Uh... gotta go!

Tauriel: Leave him! We cannot go back.

Tilda: Bain!

Sigrid: Leave him? You're seriously going to just abandon my little brother to die?

Tauriel: We have to let him go because he needs to get the black arrow to your father to kill Smaug. By not bringing him back I'm making Smaug's death possible; you're welcome.

Sigrid: We established earlier that you don't know what black arrows are or that they're the one thing that can pierce a dragon's hide, so you don't know that!

Tauriel: Look, Sigurd -

Sigrid: Sigrid, actually.

Fili: Ironic, really, since Sigurd famously killed a dragon with a sword.

Sigrid: I thought you were meant to be compassionate!

Tauriel: How am I not being compassionate? Look at me getting everyone to safety!

Sigrid: You're coldly saying to me and Tilda that we have to abandon our father and our brother to burn to death! Could you at least pretend you care about how traumatic this is for us, even if you don't give a damn about his life?

Tauriel: Are you main characters?

Sigrid: No...

Tauriel: Then your feelings are irrelevant.

Sigrid: You are a horrible person.

Fili: What's more, who exactly put you in charge?

Tauriel: Pardon?

Fili: It was already an issue, but now it's a serious issue because you're ordering us to do something morally wrong. Since when were you in charge?

Tauriel: Since I was the main character, now get back in your plot hole!

Bofur: Fili, I agree with you, but she killed several orcs without breaking a sweat, none of us have weapons, she clearly has no regard for life, and there's Oin, Kili, Sigrid, and Tilda to consider. I think you need to keep your head down because I suspect she'd kill any of us just as easily.

Tauriel: Of course I care about life! I'm compassionate!

Kili: I think I should remind you about the way you refused to give me a dagger to defend myself when I was being attacked by spiders, implying that until you saw how hot I am you were OK with letting me die.

Tauriel: Whose side are you on?

Kili: Just saying.

Fili: Do you care about anyone other than yourself and Kili?

Tauriel: Well, I've got to say I don't see you jumping out to go get the kid either.

Sigrid: His name's Bain.

Fili: I have to stay and look after Kili.

Kili: I can walk!

Fili: No you can't.

Tauriel: Any of the rest of you?

Bofur: I'd love to, but the movie seems to have decided my only role is comic relief. I don't even know what the point of me being in Laketown at all is.

Oin: I'm old and deaf except when the movie forgets. I don't really know what the point of me being on this quest is.

Sigrid: Plus I suspect both of you have joined me and Tilda in having dropped out of the universe.

Kili: Question.

Fili: Kili, be quiet.

Kili: No, seriously, what's wrong with this picture? Tauriel's healed me, so why am I still lying in the bottom of this boat being ignored by everyone? I'm supposed to be the romantic lead in this film. Why am I not an option for going to help Bard?

Fili: Maybe she hasn't actually completely healed you.

Kili: I'm going to walk to Erebor tomorrow.

Fili: ... Just get some rest, Kili.

Kili: I'm actually serious. I really ought to have a role - or at least a real line - in this scene. And I'll tell you another reason: I'm supposed to be an archer. These movies have repeatedly gone out of their way to draw attention to that, and for what? Why can't I be involved in the scene where my ancestral enemy is taken down through archery, especially since the black arrow was right there? Surely there's a reason it was separated from Bard to begin with, especially since Bain was able to just find it again with no effort?

Sigrid: That's a good point. Why couldn't Da have just had the black arrow if he was going to need it? Why does Bain need to risk his life for this?

Fili: I agree. Kili obviously can't get involved in a fight right now -

Kili: True love, Fili!

Fili: - But why was the black arrow separated from Bard if not so that someone who has been set up as a badass and an archer can go and get it to him and help, as opposed to a child?

Tilda: Elves are good archers, right, elf-lady? That's a good reason you could have gone to help him.

Kili: Not to mention all the awesome parkour we saw you doing in Mirkwood. You'd even have a better chance of getting past crowds, fire, and canals than any of us.

Tauriel: How did this become about me again?

Sigrid: I'm sorry, isn't everything? After all, you're the main character.

Tauriel: You know what? I'm getting Kili out and that's what matters. Anyone who has a problem with that is welcome to get out and walk.

Tilda: *crying*

Tauriel: OK, look, Tilly -

Sigrid: Tilda.

Tauriel: Whatever. It's going to be fine. Your father and brother are both going to survive without a scratch on them.

Tilda: You don't know that!

Tauriel: Yes I do, because if Bain were killed then it would mean I'd just done something awful, and that can't happen, so he's going to be fine.

Tilda: That doesn't make any sense!

Tauriel: *handwave* It's going to be fine.

Sigrid: *handwave* Asshole.

#Fall of Laketown Remix #What the hell are these characters doing?#Informed ATTRIBUTES!#Movie? PAY ATTENTION #Technical incompetence #I have questions #Protagonist-centred morality

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oneshoulderangel · 5 years ago

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AU in which Gabriel is not Hawkmoth: Writing snippet, bubbler.

Gabriel stares at his board of possible suspects. Everyone Emilie met in the 6 months before the accident. He’d eventually widen the search, but not till he eliminated it down to a manageable number. Why had his wife been so friendly? She’d met more people in those six month then Gabriel had ever before they were married.

“Sir?” Nathalie said, as she entered.

“Yes Nathalie? What is it? I’m busy.”

“I can see that. Mr. Irréelle was in Germany that night.”

Gabriel hummed and removed him from the board.

“Is there something that needs my attention?” He asked.

“Yes, Adrien would like to have a party for his birthday next week.”

“A birthday party? Why? He’s never had one before.”

“I think that’s just it, sir.”

“...”

“I think it would be good for him.”

“Tell him I’ll get back to it. Right now, I need to focus.”

“Of course sir.”

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“Well, sir.”

Gabriel looked up.

“Hm?”

“Have you got answer for Adrien?”

Gabriel sighed and fiddled with the ring in his finger. “I don’t know Nathalie. Emilie was against it.”

She stayed silent, knowing that it was best not to comment hear.

“And it’s a security risk. What if sorting happens? What if every adult in Paris shows up and infiltrated the house? What if they take over the power grid and Emilie’s life support rails and I can’t do anything cause I’m trapped somewhere with no way out?”

Nathalie was torn between laugh and crying. “What?! Sir, who would do that?”

“I don’t know Nathalie, that’s the point!”

Nathalie could only blinked. She knew Gabriel was an intelligent man. However, it was like a part of his bain shut off when it came to child care.

“Sir, I don’t think any of those worries are founded in, well, reality.”

“How can we be sure? Its too big a risk. We can’t invite people here Nathalie. Not after what happened last time. Tell Adrien I’m sorry.”

“Yes sir.”

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Gabriel came down from his sewing room and found the young man in his entrance.

“Adrien isn’t home yet.” He said as he decended the stairs.

The young man stopped fiddling with the bubbles he held and looked up.

“Uh, I was coming to see you, du- sir!”

“Me?” Why was he coming to see him? No one came to see him. Least of all teenaged hipsters. That was the right word right? Why was he wearing his headphones like a necklace?

“Yeah, that’s right,” the young man made finger guns at him.

“Look, I know you don’t want Adrien to have a party but it’s his birthday dude- dah! Sir! It’s all he wants.”

Oh, that’s what this was about.

“No, that’s final.” Gabriel didn’t see what was so hard to grasp here. Still, if the kid stuck around maybe Adrien would be pacified and-

“That’s messes up!”

Wait what?

“He never screws up in class,”

Gabriel should think not.

“He always does what you tell him to.”

True.

“Photoshoots, fencing, Chinese, piano.”

Adrien only had three extra curriculares? He could have sworn it was more.

Adrien walked in at that moment. “Nino! You’re here.”

“Anything for my best bud.”

Oh, so they were close.

“Please show some awesomeness!”

Awesomeness? That didn’t sound like a word. Was it one of those made up words? Or was this kid just throwing suffixes around Willy nilly? And that certainly wasn’t a grammatically correct sentence.

Gabriel had probably spent way too long dissecting the sentence, because adrien’s face lost its hopeful glow and he placed a hand on his friend’s shoulder.

“Forget it Nino, really it’s fine.”

Adrien looked so sad. He had to do something. But he couldn’t risk his parental authority. Time to be stern yet merciful.

“Listen young man, I’ll decide what’s best for my son, and-“

“Don’t be so harsh du-sir!”

Gabriel’s eyebrow twitched.

“I decided what’s best and I can not alllow a party, b-“

“That’s Unfair dude.”

This kid. He was trying to talk.

“It is fair, now, as I was saying-“

“Can’t you loosen up just a little!”

Gabriel snapped at that. He was loosening. He was looser then this boy’s shirt!

“Listen hear, I decide what goes and right now what goes is you! Get out of my house this instant!”

“Father! Please! He was just trying to do something cool for me!”

Gabriel was about to turn his wrath on Adrien when Nathalie stepped in and ushered the boys away with a quick. “It’s best you go now.” As the boys exited, Nathalie looked at him. He ducked his head before heading upstairs. How dare she look at him like he was the unreasonable one! He heard the click of her heels behind him. Oh dear. Better take this somewhere private. He made it back to his sewing room (which probably wasn’t the best choice with its many sharp scissors.) just in time for Nathalie to shut the door as she walked in. “Sir, you need to apologize.”

“Absolutely not. You saw how that child disrespected me!”

“He was trying to do something nice for Adrien.”

“He interrupted me as I was attempting to be reasonable.”

“That was your reasonable?”

“No, that was...not my best, I admit.”

“Then apologize. Or at least talk with Adrien about why a party isn’t a good idea. Maybe invite his friend back and apologize for the ridiculous ban.”

“As his parent my word is law.”

“You’re not - god, sir, admit your wrong. If not for yourself, then for Adrien.”

Gabriel considered this, then sighed.

“You’re right, I’ll talk to Adrien and-“

Her eyes widened and she pointed behind him.

“What?” He turned, the found himself trapped in a bubble.

“Are you kidding me!” He cried.

#miraculous ladybug #nathalie and gabriel are brotp #nathaliexgabriel #nathalie and gabriel #nathalie sancoeur #hawkmoth #bubbler #ml au #miraculous au #miraculous ladybug au #nino #nino lahiffe #adrien agreste #funny gabriel agreste #gabriel agreste #adrien #gabenath

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darknightrisese-blog · 5 years ago

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Movie Review: The Dark Knight Rises: Ends with a Shrug, Not a Bang

It’s hard to say if anything would have lived up to the expectations we had after the phenomenon of The Dark Knight, but we can’t sit here and argue about what could’ve been, we can only argue about what we got. Now that a couple weeks have passed and the fervor has died down a bit, I think it’s safer to come out and take a good hard look without fear of the overzealous reactions of the die-hards. I’m not criticizing their excitement, I am a devout believer in the greatness of Christopher Nolan and what he created before, but this new chapter left a lot to be desired and we shouldn’t feel the need to threaten people who point that out.

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So, onto the firefight… SPOILERS SPOILERS SPOILERS SPOILERS SPOILERS SPOILERS SPOILERS (is that enough of a warning? No? SPOILERS!) This is truly one of those movies you cannot review without giving tons of plot points away, especially since the plot was one of the biggest problems. If you haven’t seen it yet, first leave me a comment with a really good excuse why not, and secondly, go see it now and come back here when you’re done. The Dark Knight Rises picks up eight years after Batman flees the city as their new fallen angel. Other than references to the hidden truth about Dent and the death of Rachel, the previous chapter could have been skipped over altogether. Nolan made a point of trying to respect Heath Ledger by not mentioning him at all in this film (for fear of being seen as using his death as an emotional whip on the audience), but by doing that he also removed the most dynamic piece of the film and created a shadow where the phenomenon used to be. Add to that the main villains for this final chapter are direct continuations from the first film, Batman Begins. This ties the whole trilogy together nicely as one coherent story, but it also makes The Dark Knight stick out like an intermission in the middle of another movie.

Before I get too far in, let’s go over some of the things that did work. Anne Hathaway surprised many, but not me, with her layered performance as Catwoman. She wasn’t given nearly the breadth and depth of character to work with as Michelle Pfeiffer got in Batman Returns, but she gave weight to it a way very few could. Her biggest downside was she didn’t get nearly enough room to make the relationship between her and Wayne believable, especially considering the ending (don’t say I didn’t warn you about spoilers). I also give Tom Hardy real credit for pushing with every ounce of his talent to bring emotional context to a character whose face is half covered the entire film. Very few characters are written well enough to pull that off and even fewer actors can play them (Hugo Weaving as V in V for Vendetta and David Prowse/James Earl Jones as Darth Vader in…actually you better already know that). Now, let’s move into what didn’t work so well. Throughout the film, it felt like nearly every scene was another allegory, another reference either to society in general or the theme of the film. That can be really awesome when striking an overall tone for a film, but we already knew the tone, we’ve had two other movies to get used to that, whereas in this final chapter it came off as heavy-handed and unnecessary. The infamous pit that Bane and Talia sprout from for instance, we can all grasp the idea of something evil scraping and clawing its way out of hell. That’s absolutely someone who should be feared. The problem lies with the jail itself. It never showed a clear reason why people who climbed all the way to that random ledge couldn’t just keep climbing. The walls looked like they were the same texture all the way to the top. Also, who the hell anchored that rope in the first place? If they could do that, why couldn’t they keep going and plant another one, so on and so forth until they got out? Lastly, no matter how strong you will is, if you’re just coming back from a broken back, a fall like that on a rope with no give at all would not only re-injure your spine, but pretty much make you a para-pelagic instantly. I’ll stop with the pit now, but there are so many other problems with that plot point, it begs huge forgiveness from the audience. Next, let’s look at the stock market attack sequence. The idea of this is cool, but it seemed to get stuck in its own way. If Bain and his minions are trying to tell the middle and lower class folks in Gotham that they are taking the city back for them, you’d imagine they would bankrupt everyone in the city, not just Bruce Wayne. Plus, the secondary motive in the crime was to help a hostile takeover of Wayne Enterprises, so it couldn’t just look like they were after him alone. Yet when the whole scene is over, you only hear about insane losses by Wayne, no one else. Then we would have to believe that the people in charge of the stock exchange and the financial authorities would take at face value any trades or data that came out of that building from the moment it got hijacked? Every transaction would be suspect, especially ones that magically bankrupted one of their most prominent citizens. So, once again, a major plot point in moving the story forward was inherently flawed. There is more to rant about, both good and bad, but I am reaching my limit for a single post, plus my fingers began hurting while my ire was growing. Will this go down as the greatest comic book trilogy in movie history? Maybe. Nolan created something no one expected and the entire genre moving forward will be better off for it. Was The Dark Knight Rises the finale we all hoped for? Not really, but it’s what we got.

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I can’t remember to forget you.

Request by @maria-luka : So I´m thinking about one with Dean Winchester. We were old friends, but since he started the hunt and left the old village/city, I was angry and sad because I never got to tell him how I actually feel about him. One day he comes back because there a demon hunts the village/city. He comes back. we accidentally meet, neither of us is happy: me because he left, he because he thinks I don´t understand him. Nevertheless, the hunt begins and the demon comes closer to me. Both brothers come to save me, and Dean offers demon a trade: he instead of me. Demon agrees, but once he takes Dean, Sam shoots/kills him from ambush. Then I and Dean have a fight about the whole deal (the trade), when we both admit our feelings/love and so on.

Note: I decided to set this in the earlier seasons just in case you're wondering why I haven't included Castiel and why Dean is so young.

Warning: swearing, blood, angst, fluff.

Word count: 5,544.

Credit to the creators of the gifs I used. You guys are awesome.

How long has it been? At least Three years, probably more. Three years and you thought you would have gotten over it by now. For a while, you had forgotten about it. About him. At least that was what you told yourself but the truth was Dean Winchester made a big impact on your life regardless of whether you wanted to forget it or not. But he left, without so much as a goodbye and that was it. He was gone, and you had never even been able to tell him how you truly felt. You thought that was it. That all was over and done with. He would never return to your small town with a population of less than 1,200 people.

Funny how life throws things your way that you least expect. When you woke up and decided to grab your fix of caffeine at the local coffee shop to start your morning, the last thing you thought you would see was the same green eyes you still dreamt about, the beautiful freckles that kissed his tanned skin and the same lips you used to imagine kissing. This time however, he wasn't with his father. Not this time at least. No. John was nowhere to be found and in his place was a taller, more gentle looking man sitting with Dean as they conversed over pie. Typical. It could be 11 pm or 3 am and Dean would gladly eat a slice of pie. You don't know how he wasn't sick of it, considering the amount he eats. Just as he turned in your direction, you were quick to look away and head over to the counter where your best friend Amber stood looking more flustered than usual. At first you thought nothing of it until she looked over at you with wide eyes and sighed in relief. “Y/N, thank God you're here.” Thank God? You were fairly certain this was Satan's work at hand. You didn't want to be here any longer than you had to be and you knew by the look on her face you would be here way longer than you first anticipated. “What's wrong?” You groaned, leaning your elbows on the counter as she spoke. Amber continued to talk for a long ten minutes about how her boyfriend, Harry, hadn't been answering any of her calls for the past two days and she had just managed to get in contact with his parents who hadn't heard from him either. Clearly she was visibly upset, and you wanted to do anything you could to help her. Anything that didn't require staying in that dumb cafe. However, that was exactly what she asked you to do. She wanted you to run the cafe for the next few hours until she came back so she could go with her brother and search for him. Without waiting for you to reply, she quickly removed the apron and threw it in your direction, running straight towards the door as she did so. Great. With a sigh, you pushed yourself away from the counter and walked away behind it while looking down as you tied the small apron around your waist. Luckily there weren't many customers in today. An old man sat reading his paper in the corner, a young, teenage girl sat in the middle of the room holding her boyfriends hand and then of course there was the Bain of your life. Dean Winchester and his unknown companion. Why of all the people in the world did bad things happen to you? You were a good person. You helped out people that needed it and were always kind and polite to those around you. Why couldn't you be rewarded instead of punished? For a few moments you watched the door, praying for someone to come in and order something so they could distract you. But sooner or later, you couldn't help yourself and curious eyes began to look around the room until they locked on a familiar form. Damn it. Why did your heart still beat fast when you saw him? Deciding to clean empty tables where people had previously sat, you picked up the tea towel from the work surface and walked around the counter, moving around the shop and wiping down a few surfaces to keep your mind occupied and it worked. You hadn't even noticed that Dean's stunning emerald orbs had finally found your body. He could hardly believe it. You hadn't changed much, you had cut your hair he noticed. It suited you. You looked grown, not the same 18 year old he had met all those years ago. You were a woman and god damn it, you were still just as beautiful as the first time he had seen you when you bumped into him on the side walk. When Sam mentioned weird things going on in your town, Dean almost refused to come, worried that he would bump into you and you wouldn't react well. After all, he did leave without telling you. But when he thought of the possibility of something happening to you, even if it was unlikely, he couldn't have jumped into Baby fast enough. Sam noticed his that his brothers attention had been given to someone else, he tried to call out to him and even waved his hand in front of his face but nothing. With a sigh, the younger Winchester followed his brothers eyes sight to an attractive waitress wiping down one of the tables. He could see why Dean was looking at you but usually he would play cool. This was different to how Dean usually reacted to beautiful women. It was like he was in a trace, captivated by your beauty, but Sam chose not to question it too much. He was probably trying to get laid. Dean never took relationships seriously. “Dude just get her number.” He said, punching his older brother in the arm. What Sam didn't know was that Dean already had your number. He never could bring himself to delete it and with every new phone he had gotten, he made sure to keep you in his contacts even if he never did plan on calling you. At least he knew he could and on lonely nights, that was a comfort to him. Knowing he may be able to hear your voice with a simple press of a button was enough for him. Or so he thought. “Y/n.” You heard him call out. A gasp came from your lips and you closed your eyes, trying to calm down before you turned back around and walked towards the counter once more, ignoring the man you had once considered your best friend. He wasn't having it, though. A demon was running around on the loose and he'd be damned if he let you walk around as it's potential next target. “Are you really just going to walk past me and pretend I don't exist? Real mature.” You heard him ask, but you continued to ignore him. Walking farther away from him to create as much distance as possible. “Come on, talk to me. You're making me feel bad.” That caused you to stop still, an empty cup of coffee still placed in your hands you had picked up from a table you cleaned. Slowly, you turned your body to face him and if it weren't for the rage you felt in you at that moment, you would have laughed at his hopeful eyes. “Oh, I'm sorry, did my back hurt your knife?”

Sensing the tension in the room, Sam decided it was best to excuse himself from the entire situation. Clearly this was an entire chapter of Dean's life he had conveniently left out. “I think I'm going to go and wait in the car.” He said after clearing his throat and quickly took the keys to baby as shifted out of the chair and headed out of the door, knowing Dean would show up sooner or later. After he had left, it was just you and Dean, staring at each other. Dean knew he deserved your words. He should have told you why he was going but he never did. Unlike meany people from his past, you knew about the monsters and the things he hunted. He knew you would have understood. Sometimes, you knew him better than he knew himself but he couldn't do it. He couldn't look you in the eyes and tell you he was leaving. It would have broke him to see you so sad and he knew you would have been. “Okay, I deserved that.” He nodded, looking over at you and hoping you could sense how sorry he actually was. With a scoff you turned on your heels and walked away from him once again, only this time he followed. “Stalking now, Winchester?” You asked without bothering to face him. The only thing on your mind was getting away from him as soon as possible. Nothing would give you greater joy if you were honest. “I need to talk to you.” He said, but you weren't having it. You were already having a bad day. First of all, you found out that Angela, a friend from college had, died last night, then you came to the cafe and found yourself come face to face with the man that broke your heart without realising it, you best friend Amber told you that you had to run her coffee shop while she went in search for Harry. The last thing you wanted was to hear half arsed excuses from someone who didn't even have the curtsy to say goodbye to you before leaving for three years. Did you really mean that little to him? “Yeah, well as you can see, I'm working. I'm busy, and I don't have time to talk with you.” You answered him while placing the empty coffee cup in the dish washer behind the counter. An annoyed Dean rolled his eyes. You always were stubborn. “Fine, I'll come back in a couple of hours. You should be done by then.” He looked around the coffee shop. There were only a couple of people in at the most. You could easily talk to him if you wanted to but you were avoiding him which he knew you wouldn't be able to do for long. Dean needed to warn you about what was happening in this town. With a sigh, the male turned around and walked outside, back into the car with Sam. “So...” His brother asked after they drove in silence for ten minutes. “Are you going to tell me who she is?” “A lot happened while you were at college Sammy.” Dean said, hoping that would be enough of an explanation. Apparently it wasn't, he could tell that when Sam continued to stare at him hoping to get some extra information from him. “Look, I don't feel like reliving one of the worst decisions of my life right now. Some stuff happened and after, I just left and I shouldn't have. Happy now asshat?” Sam remained quite but nodded his head. Clearly it was a sensitive subject, and Sam wasn't prepared to have his head bitten off just for being curious.

------ For the next few hours, the boys researched as much as they could about the demon currently roaming around. They even went as far as questioning the victims family. There was no doubt in their mind. It was a demon. But what was the motive behind it? Looking at the clock, Dean decided it was time to pay you a visit again. You should have been finished by now. After telling Sam they were heading back to the coffee shop, the younger Winchester grabbed the files from the motel table and followed his brother. Not even ten minutes later, the boys were just pulling the impala into the car park as you stepped out of the coffee shop doors, looking visibly distraught. Worry took over Dean's features and he immediately stepped out of the car, followed by Sam who had to jog to keep up with his brother. “Y/n, what's wrong?” As you looked up at him, Dean could see the tears running down your cheeks, your cheeks had flushed red showing how worked up you actually were and the older Winchester could have sworn then and there he felt his heart physically in two break at the sight. He always hated seeing you upset. “Not now Dean.” You went to walk around him but he caught your elbow and brought you back to him and you shook your head knowing you weren't going to be able to get around him if he didn't want you to. It wasn't fair but you understood that when Dean Winchester wanted something he wouldn't stop until he got it. So maybe it was for the best if you did just get the conversation over with. “Fine, let's talk.” Sam looked at Dean who's eyes followed you in surprise as you walked over to baby and slipped into the back seat waiting for the two men to follow and it didn't take long until they did. “Y/n you need to tell us what's happened.” You looked up into Dean's forest eyes. You had always envied how beautiful they looked, especially when the sunlight hit them showing the flecks of gold that were usually hidden in the shadows. “Who's this?” You asked, nodding towards the long-haired man who looked at you with kindness in his eyes. “I'm Sam, Dean's brother.” That was Sammy? You had heard many stories about him from Dean before and you had to say the older Winchester's description did him no justice. The Winchester's sure were blessed in the looks department. You even thought the same about John, though you never told Dean that. With a nod, you looked out the window noticing Amber locking up and walking down the street with her father holding her up right as she cried her heart out. Knowing you wouldn't be able to prolong your silence, you looked over at the brother once more and sighed. “You know I was working in the coffee shop today?” The boys nodded their heads, so you continued. “I wasn't supposed to, it's not my job... my best friend Amber owns it.” Dean looked at you intensely, almost begging you with his eyes to continue. “... well, for the past few days she wasn't able to get in contact with her boyfriend so she asked me to look after the place while she searched for him and they found him... he was dead. When they took him to the hospital they said it was internal bleeding or something stupid like that but it makes no sense.” When they asked you why, you explained to them that a friend of yours died last night the same way. “It makes no sense... they're both young, happy... healthy.” It was then Dean decided to come clean to you and he explained why he was in town with Sam. A demon had come to town and decided to play a game of cat and mouse with the locals. And just like the first time you met Dean, you were once again thrust into the supernatural world and you weren't sure how to feel about it. Before it was your parents and now it was your friends. Were you a jinx? Feeling sorry for you, the brother looked at each other and Sam gave Dean a half smile not revealing the extent of your pain. “Have you eaten at all today?” And with a shake of your head, Dean was quickly pulling out of the car park and driving to a local diner so that the three of you could eat. You were to preoccupied with your own thoughts that you hadn't even realised the car had parked and Sam was already making his way inside. Dean, however, could see that you weren't exactly in the right head space so when he stepped out of the car, he walked towards your door and as he opened it, he crouched down on his knees and took hold of your hand to get you to look in his direction. To his luck it worked, whatever trance you had been in had broken and you were captured by his eyes once again. “Come on sweetheart, let's get some food in you...” If you were being completely honest, you weren't even the slightest bit hungry. Your mind was jumbled with other things. Like how your friends were lying in a morgue somewhere instead of with their loved ones where they should be. Dean's voice once again brought you back to reality. “You can have that pasta thing you like, you know that healthy dish that looks like rabbit food.” “You're an idiot.” You replied, allowing him to gently pull you out of his car and wrap an arm around your waist like he always used to. Almost like you were falling back into a similar routine. “Come on... I think I'm adorable.” He laughed, but you rolled your eyes, pushing his arm away from you as you walked faster so you were ahead of him while rolling your eyes.

“Yeah and so is a mountain lion, until you let it too close.” While eating, you sat next to Sam, wanting to put as much distance between you and the older Winchester as possible. It wasn't that you didn't want to be next to him; you did but you weren't sure if you could sit next to him without reliving your past together. He had become someone so important to you back then and when he left you were absolutely crushed. For the best part of an hour, the two of you explained to Sam how you and Dean knew each other and the younger Winchester could sense some tension there but he kept quiet and focused on the situation at hand. Two cases in the same town in four years seemed unlikely. “Why do supernatural beings keep coming here?” He asked, sipping the last of his orange juice as you shrugged. “Well, it's a small, good for nothing town. It may paint the picture perfect life but in reality, no one cares if the people here live or die.” Dean looked over at you with sympathy in his eyes. When he first arrived in your city, it was on a werewolf case that had sadly cost both of your parents lives. John was forced to give you the bad news at the time. A sigh came from your parted lips and suddenly a thought crossed your mind that you were afraid to ask, already worried that you knew the answer. “... where's John?” The boys remained silent for a moment or two. Dean's face fell and you knew that your fear was in fact true but to further confirmation, you watched the man you loved clear his throat just before he spoke. “He died a few months ago.” Without thinking about it, you reached over the table and one of his hand in both of yours. Both of you looked up and your eyes connected making Sam feel uncomfortable. He decided to stand up and pay for the food and wait outside for the pair of you while you and Dean continued to be lost in your moment. You knew how much he loved his father, he always told you that he wasn't the best dad in the world but you understood that he loved him and losing him must have been hard. Especially after losing his mom. “Dean, I'm so sorry... I know how much he meant to him.” The man looked down, he never allowed himself be vulnerable. It made him feel weak, and that was the last thing he ever wanted to feel while he was around you. He wanted to come across as strong, but losing his father really took a toll on him and he was sure you were able to see it. “It's fine... doing what I do, losing people is inevitable.” It made you sigh, you gave his hand a soft squeeze and then moved your hand from his and things went back to being awkward and he hated it. The distance between the two of you was killing him, he never did tell you how much you meant to him. If he could, he would pull you into his tight embrace and never let go, tell you how much he adored you but how could he? It was selfish. He couldn't help the words that escaped him, though. “Come on, can't we just go back to the way things were before?” “No.” You said, shaking you head as you looked down at your half eaten dinner. It wasn't that you didn't want it. You did. Of course you did. All you wanted was to reach across the table and hold him but you didn't trust him not to hurt you any more. Everything was different now, he was different and though you wished you could forget you weren't sure you could. “I used to think of you as someone that would never, ever hurt me, ever.”

----- After the boys dropped you home later than night, you spent the good part of an hour looking through an old photo album that contained picture you had forced Dean to take with you while he was here. After he and his father took care of the werewolf, Dean continued to visit you for over a year after finishing different hunt. It made you feel special. Loved. Though he claimed to be your best friend, you knew your feels had developed and you hoped his had too. It felt like they had. However before you really had the opportunity to tell him how you felt. Just as you had gained the courage to tell him exactly how you felt, he left and you never heard from him again. It felt like a slap in the face at the time and when you thought about him, which you tried not to do too often, it still did. Were you angry because you never got to tell him? Or were you angry because he didn't say goodbye? Maybe it was both. Either way, you had never felt more alone then you did in that chapter of your life and it was awful. That night, you went to bed grieving the loss of not only your two good friends but also the loss of a friendship you had always secretly clinged on to in hopes of it returning again. The sound of footsteps walking into up your stairs managed to wake you up, causing you to stir in bed. It hadn't really resonated with you what was going on until they grew closer and you finally realised someone else was in your house. An uninvited guest had broken into your childhood home and was now making their way towards your bedroom.

As quickly as you could, you grabbed your phone off of the night stand and dialled a familiar number but you never got to hear the person's voice on the other side. Before you knew what was happening, your bedroom door was flying open and there stood Amber with eyes as black as night. Dean wasn't sure what was going on. It was 2:18 am when he phone rang out and against his bodies wish to sleep, he pulled his hand out of the scratchy covers of the motel bed and reached up. With a yawn, he brought his phone up to his ear and for a few seconds he didn't hear much. Squinting his eyes, he brought his phone to his face and saw the contact name being yours and immediately shot up from the bed. You wouldn't be calling unless it was important. “Sam, get your fucking ass out of bed!” He shouted, throwing his boot at him while hopping into his jeans. It didn't take the boys long at all to get to yours. Dean was driving way over the speed limit but hell if he cared. You were in danger and all that mattered was making sure you were safe. As soon as Dean parked Baby, the two brothers ran into your home already coming up with a plan. While Dean ran to your room, Sam stayed out in the hallway, drawing a devils trap under your rug. As Dean entered your room, the sight almost made his heart completely stop. You were pinned against the wall by that vial creature; blood covered your innocent face, and you were struggling to breath. As quickly as he could the green eyed man stepped behind the demon and pushed her off of you. You fell to the ground and only managed to get a glimpse of the fight that seemed to be leading out to the hall way when black spots covered your vision. The last thing you heard was Dean calling out your name. He had seen your eyes close and just hoped and prayed that he had gotten to you fast enough. Without giving Sam much of an option, he demanded his younger brother take you to the hospital while he dealt with the demon. Luckily enough, their plan had worked and the demon walked over the devil's trap so she was stuck there for a while. The hunter rolled his eyes at the female. The demon had taken over your best friends body, and Dean was determined to do an exorcism on her so you at least had someone. Just as he began to say the words, the demon laughed to herself and shook her head. “I wouldn't do that if I were you.” The demon spoke in a sickeningly sweet voice that didn't match her personality at all. Before Dean could even ask why, the woman raised the shirt showing a wound that no moral could survive. “What happened to you?” He asked, though he really didn't care at this pointed. He just wanted this son of a bitch to pay for what they did to you. “The bitch stabbed me with a pair of scissors from her night stand.” A sense of pride washed over Dean, you had tried to fight back. He always knew you were strong, but damn you had more fire in you then he ever thought. A smirk took over his features but it quickly fell when a question came to his mind. “Why her?” He voiced his thoughts but the demon looked around the house in amusement and smirked. “Listen to me asshole, why go after her?” When she still refused to speak, Dean grabbed a bottle of holy water from his duffel back from the floor and threw it at her. It had taken a few minutes of him doing this before she decided to end the pain and speak. “You don't know?” The demon possessing Amber asked, her skin burning from the holy water as she looked up at the handsome male. “She's your soul mate pretty boy.” She laughed causing Dean's stomach to turn. “They don't exist?” Though it was meant to be a statement it came out as more of a question causing the demon's laugh to become even louder. “Are you sure about that? You know, God sometimes made things happen... your mom and dad for instance. Mary and Dean were meant to be... written in the stars if you will.” A horrible smirk sat on the woman's lips and Dean almost killed her then and there for even bringing up his parents. “You and Y/n are very much meant to be Deany boy... which is why the demons want her dead.” It made sense if he was honest with himself. The constant pull he felt towards you. The need to hold you close and protect you was becoming stronger every second and he didn't know how he managed to keep away from you for so long. What an idiot he had been. Even if what the demon was saying was in fact true, there was one thing that didn't sit well with the oldest Winchester. “What about the werewolves that killed her parents? What did they have to do with this entire thing?” Once again the woman laughed a laugh Dean hated more than any sound in the world. He threw more holy water on her again and after screaming out in pain, she spoke up. “We blackmailed them into doing it.” She said in between deep breaths, but Dean didn't even give her chance to recover before he stepped in the devils trapped and stabbed the woman with a demon-killing knife. She wasn't your best friend any more. Amber was long gone so Dean felt no guilt. ----- When morning came and you were discharged from the hospital, you decided to pay a little visit to the Winchester's motel room. The time had come for you to be honest with your emotions. You needed to tell Dean how you felt but when you saw him walking out of his room and placing his things in the trunk of Baby, your heart dropped once again. “Really, you're just going to leave without saying goodbye again?” You asked angrily, walking over to the car and shoving his shoulder before he could place the second duffel bag inside the trunk. “You're the one who has been snapping at everything I say and avoiding being alone with me.” He just wanted what was best for you. Almost instantly you replied without thinking about what you were saying. “Because I was mad at you, not because I stopped loving you.”

Once the words settled in the air, the two of you looked at each other in shock. You both knew those words suppose to come out of your mouth. At least not in that way. Dean however felt as though his heart was going to burst out of his chest he was so happy. He smiled at you red cheeks and stepped closer to you. “So you love me, huh?” Rolling your eyes, you nodded your head at him, and he smirked, pressing a soft kiss to the temple of your head. “I love you too; you should know that Y/n.” You felt like the world around you stopped for a moment and it was just you and him together in a magical moment. “I wanted you to know that when I do picture myself happy, it's with you.”

Did this mean he was still going to leave? You didn't have anyone anymore. Sam stayed with you until you woke up and told you about Amber. It was just you now; you didn't have anyone to stick around for any more. With that thought in mind, you looked up at the man you loved and gave him a soft smile hoping he could see hos much you needed him. “Take me with you.” “You really want this life?” It wasn't something he wanted for you. He wanted to keep you safe but if what that bastard demon was telling him was true before, you would never truly be safe anyway. Maybe it would be best if you stayed with him. At least then he could keep you close. He'd train you up and maybe you could become a hunter like him and Sammy. He just needed your confirmation first. “I want you... I don't care about the other stuff.” You answered honestly, wrapping your arms around his neck while staring into his beautiful eyes. “We can figure all that out as we go, please don't do this to me again.” Without much thought he pressed his lips against your own and you felt the world shift into place. It was simple and sweet, not hungry and forceful like you thought it would be. Pulling back, Dean rest his forehead against yours as a big goofy smile appeared on his lips. “Are you sure you want this?” With a nod, he pressed his lips against yours once more before moving back and looking at you with an adorable grin. “Go pack your things, me and Sam will be waiting here for you. You're going to be family now Y/n.” Family? You hadn't had one in so long but with Sam and Dean you felt like you could finally let go of all the bad things in your past and focus on building a future. Sure, there would be monsters, there would be arguments and there would be fights but you had Dean. And that was enough.

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Mistletoe Mayhem

Summary: Mistletoe, mischief, and no mercy. Can you escape the Avengers long enough to make it through Christmas Eve without locking lips with the entire team? Especially when the only one you wanted to kiss had decided not to participate in Stark’s shenanigans.

Request for @moonlover19 . I know it wasn’t quite what you wanted. Hope you still like it.

Word Count: 3825 Warnings: fluff

Christmas had come upon the tower with a vengeance. You weren't quite sure what radioactive elf had exploded in Tony’s head to have him going so overboard, but you had to admit, while it was a little excessive, the decorations were nice.

Except one.

The little sprig of mistletoe looked harmless enough, but it had become the bain of your existence. At first, it was just a nuisance. Someone had hung it in the doorway, guaranteeing people would pass beneath, requiring the two to stop and lock lips. And you did mean required.

They had rigged the doorway.

If you didn't kiss in some form alarms went off, the music for the Grinch played, and you were labelled Scrooge for your lack of participation. As it didn't matter to you who you kissed just as long as that never happened again, you'd gotten good at turning your head to catch the passersby’s cheek without so much as lifting your eyes from your tablet.

You were the team's top analyst of operations and insurgencies. You planned their missions with an accuracy few could match. You were continually running ops, both real and mock to help both you and them be prepared for anything.

Even Steve himself had said no one put together a better mission than you. High praise indeed coming from the master spy.

He'd been wary at first, disliking bringing in a specialist for something he'd been in charge of for years, but had changed his tune when, before the last mission he'd planned on his own, you'd gently pointed out a few fundamental flaws. If everything went off without a hitch, they wouldn't have been a problem, but if history repeated itself and things went south, they would become huge problems. You'd offered solutions, and he'd swiftly come on board. There had still been a few head-butting moments until he'd discovered this was your gift. A strange mutation that allowed you to see all possible outcomes for any battle.

So while the mistletoe was an irritation, it had been an easily solved one. If you happened to be beneath it, you pecked your partner a kiss and kept right on going, more often than not completely unaware of who you'd kissed as you really didn't care.

One day you'd stretched up, kissed a cheek and kept going, never losing sight of the passage you'd been reading only to hear:

“Agent (Y/L/N)! What in the Sam hell?”

You'd glanced back to see a confused and disconcerted Director Fury glaring at you. “Eye up, Director. Stark’s shenanigans are in full swing,” you'd muttered by way of explanation and kept on going.

But that one incident and the nonchalance you'd given it had, apparently, put a bee in the team's bonnet. They'd taken it as a personal challenge to get a reaction out of you.

But dammit! You were busy! Life didn't just stop because someone hung a plant from the ceiling. Still, you were nothing if not stubborn, and once you'd figured out what they were up to, you'd been determined to continue along as you'd been.

After all, it was only a kiss.

Bucky had been first to make his move. You pecked him your standard cheek kiss and kept on going only to be dragged back into his arms.

“You can do better than that, doll face,” he'd quipped, his grin smug, before dipping you backward and kissing you with a whole lot of finesse.

When he'd lifted his head, you'd blinked at him and asked, “Would you like your gum back?”

It had knocked the smirk right off his face. “Nah. You keep it,” he'd grumbled, sulking as he'd marched away.

You'd brushed it off as a weird incident and continued on.

Next had been Natasha who'd backed you into the door frame and kissed you with ridiculous skill. When she’d finally released your mouth, you'd blinked at her as well.

“I need you to sign off on those reports I sent you this morning,” you'd reminded her, not a change to be had in your voice, causing her to pout as you'd gone back to your tablet and walked off.

Sam had flirted something fierce, earning him an annoyed glare as he'd held you up before finally kissing you.

Tony had been aggressive to the point of you muttering about bruised lips and speaking with HR.

But it was Vision who, knowing little of kissing, had spilled the beans by finally asking what it would take to get a response from you, that wised you up to this new round of shenanigans.

You'd changed your routine and plotted a new path to your office afterward, escaping the mistletoe mayhem altogether leaving you feeling far too smug. You planned stealth maneuvers and insurgencies for a living, but you should have known.

Tony Stark wasn't one to give up so easily.

***

“Don't you think this is going too far?” Steve asked even as he hung the mistletoe above another doorway.

“You're just scared you'll get shot down like the rest of us,” Tony grumbled.

Steve didn't say anything to that. While he didn’t want to make a fool of himself, he also didn’t have those kinds of feelings for (Y/N), and found kissing her to try and elicit a reaction kind of… mean.

When Fury had arrived, grumbling about foolish traditions, seeming flustered - an oddity in itself - and had muttered about insubordination, it had come out that (Y/N) had ever so casually kissed the Director beneath the mistletoe without so much as a flinch. That took balls no one knew she had and had started Tony down this crazy path. Just what would it take to make her flinch?

She’d changed her routine to avoid the whole mess, but Tony hadn't been deterred. Now there was mistletoe everywhere.

It hung from every doorway, elevator, stairwell and in the most used places like above water coolers, vending machines, and coffee makers. It was getting a little ridiculous.

Steve himself had never been kissed so many times by so many women. And not just women. When Frank from marketing leaned in and kissed him firmly on the mouth, Steve was sure he'd coloured right to his toes.

“This whole thing seems mean-spirited at this point,” he grumbled to Tony.

“You can't tell me your not curious to know what it will take. The woman has got some steel fucking cojones to kiss Fury without so much as a by your leave. I just want to know! She's so contained. Always collected. I want to see her flustered.”

“See who flustered?” asked Thor.

“And why pray tell, is there mistletoe every ten feet. Are you hosting a party for Baldur?” Loki asked, smirking at Thor.

“Brother, you know he despises that myth,” Thor sighed.

“But it is so entertaining,” Loki quipped.

Thor only rolled his eyes.

“(Y/N) has kissing beneath the mistletoe down to a science. So much so that she kissed the Director without even registering who he was until it was over. Even then it never broke her cool. We are trying to see what it will take to make her lose it.”

“Is that not… excessive?” Loki asked. “Surely if the woman is uninterested in this archaic and asinine tradition, you should acquiesce to her wishes.”

“I can't believe I share the same opinion as Loki,” Steve grumbled.

“I'm in!” Thor chuckled.

“Of course you are,” Loki sighed. “No using your other ability, Thor. That would be cheating.”

“Does that mean you'll participate as well, Loki?” Thor asked, looking put out at being stonewalled before he'd even started.

“I refuse.”

“Suit yourself, reindeer games,” Tony quipped. “Bucky, Nat, Vision, Sam and I have already gone. Cap, Clint, and Wanda have yet to catch her under the mistletoe.”

Loki scoffed at the group of them and walked away.

***

When you walked out of your office to find mistletoe hanging from damn near every available inch of ceiling space you were ready to kill one Anthony Edward Stark. Instead, you returned inside where it was safe and called up an image of the building's blueprints.

“FRIDAY?”

“Yes, (Y/N)?”

The AI had been your constant companion since your inception in the team as she had answers to questions you needed the information for far faster than relaying it through an email could supply. As such, it wasn’t uncommon for you to spend hours locked in a room running scenarios with only the AI for company.

“I need you to pinpoint every bit of mistletoe in the building and map it for me.”

“Why?” she asked, though red dots were already beginning to show up on the grid you’d pulled up.

“Because. If Stark wants to play this game, let’s play. Let's call it Operation Mistletoe Mayhem.”

Strategic planning was your forte after all, and you were tired of having your day interrupted by whichever Avenger of the moment was out to get you. If Stark wanted a war, he was going to get one.

Transferring everything to a tablet, you popped in an earbud. “You got my back on this FRIDAY?”

“A chance to one-up the boss? You know it, girly!” she giggled in your ear.

If it was strange to consider a computer one of your best friends, you didn’t care. With the amount of time you spent together, and her bright personality, it was incredibly easy to forget she wasn’t a person.

“Awesome. Lay-in the coordinates of all the Avengers in-house.” Blue dots appeared overlapping the red. “I’m for Logistics. Let’s do this.” With the tablet tucked close to your body, you made your way from the seventh floor to the third, changing directions and taking stairwells, ducking in offices and washrooms as you went, cleverly avoiding Steve, Thor, and Clint.

Mission accomplished, you walked into Logistics feeling smug as hell, only to stop dead when you realized Loki was standing near one the computers going over magical things with one of the techs.

As if feeling your gaze upon him, he looked up, gave a small tilt of his head, and went back to his conversation.

Relief filled you, followed swiftly by disappointment. If there were anyone you would have liked to participate in Stark’s stupid game, it would have been Loki. But, clearly, he had better things to do.

Where you surprised? Not really. He was far too refined to sink so low as to play such menial games. He may be the God of Mischief, but he had standards.

With a sigh, you made your way toward Marsha, intent on finishing for the day so you could get the hell out of here without locking lips with another Avenger.

***

It was Christmas Eve, and you were giddy with how well things had gone. You'd successfully avoided Steve, Thor, and Wanda, though on the latter’s part you assumed it was more mutual avoidance.

If anyone were to know how much you despised this cat and mouse game, it would be Wanda.

The only one you hadn't avoided was Clint, and only because he'd fallen out of a vent right in front of you, sprung up, and laid a kiss right on you.

When he finished, you glared him down and asked if he was quite done. It had successfully burst Hawkeye’s bubble. He’d pouted for two solid days.

But, finally, you’d made it to Christmas Eve. Tonight was the annual holiday party, and this foolishness would end. Tomorrow you were going to spend the day holed up in your apartment across the park and ignore any and all things Avengers for three days. As long as the world didn’t try to end between Christmas and New Years, you were off the clock, and while it might be a little lonely as you had no family to share the holiday with, you could relax and stop dodging the mistletoe. By the time you returned it would be gone for another year and the sparkly New Year decorations would have replaced the Christmas ones.

Unfortunately, you still had to get through tonight, and you doubted they would let you escape unscathed. It had become an all-out war between you and the rest of them. At no point were you safe from their meddling and shenanigans.

Honestly, though it annoyed you a little, the lengths they were all going to, it was kind of... fun. While you planned ops and ran them from Command or a quinjet when necessary, it wasn’t like you were in the thick of it. This was hands-on, in the trenches, down and dirty warfare. No, you weren’t getting shot at, no one was in danger of dying - well, except Tony from having his massive ego crushed - but damn if it didn’t get your adrenaline pumping.

But the most surprising thing you’d learned in the past few days was, you had an ally in this fight.

The first time he’d assisted you, you’d thoroughly trapped yourself, accidentally getting too involved in the mock op you were watching to notice Thor’s rapidly advancing blue dot. But then, Loki had rounded the corner. First, his eyes had widened, and he’d flicked his fingers your direction, the look he sent you warned you to remain silent.

It wasn’t until Thor passed that you realized Loki had hidden you from his brother. Apparently, the God of Mischief was inclined toward your predicament. Twice more he’d assisted you randomly when you couldn’t help being in the same vicinity as one of the remaining contestants.

The thrill it gave you to have him on your side was, perhaps, too big. It wasn’t like he was helping because he liked you, only because it allowed him a hand in the fun. After all, he wasn’t trying to chase you beneath the mistletoe, but away from it.

A nearly silent sigh escaped your lips as you put the finishing touch on your makeup. As per usual, the day had run long, but you’d brought your dress and all the accompanying accoutrements with you, taking time to get ready in your office before heading up to the party.

With a final glance at her reflection of your office’s dark windows, you smoothed down the dark green silk dress that hugged your curves. Perhaps you’d had a dark god of mischief’s eyes on your mind when you’d purchased it. Maybe that’s why you’d chosen the colour, but it was too late to do anything about it now.

You paused to take one last look at the tablet on your desk, memorizing the layout of mistletoe for the party. “Thanks for all your help, FRIDAY.”

“It was my pleasure, (Y/N). I’ve never seen the boss so… twitchy.”

You snorted out a laugh and slipped out your door to head for the stairs.

“You do not want to go that way,” a dark voice whispered near your ear causing you to freeze.

“Why?” you asked Loki. His hand settled on the small of your back, forcing you to fight off the frisson of heat that stroked your spine.

“The Captain waits in the stairwell, and my brother lurks nearly the elevator.” He guided you away from both, heading the other way to an elevator further down the floor. “This one should be safe enough.”

He pressed the button, and you turned to look at him. The three-piece suit made your knees weak. No man should look that good in a suit. Black on black, the only colour he was wearing was in the tie that changed when the light hit it, shimmering green, the same colour as your dress. It was crooked, and without stopping to think about it, you reached up and straightened it for him, smoothing it flat to his chest once you were finished.

You paused, realizing what you’d done and pulled your hands quickly away without comment.

When the doors opened, you made to step in, only to have him catch your hand and drag you back.

“If you are looking to avoid unwanted kissing, clearing that from the elevator may be prudent.” He flicked his fingers at the sprig of mistletoe and made it disappear before guiding you forward.

The doors shut and you looked down at your sparkly gold shoes. “Thank you.”

“It’s nothing. A weed to be removed.”

“No, I mean thank you for your help these past few days.”

He pulled his gaze from the numbers above the door to look at you, causing a blush to flare in your face. “If you dislike the game, why do you continue to play? Simply tell them to stop.”

You smiled. When you caught a glimpse of it in the mirrored door, it only grew for it wasn’t a nice smile. It was wicked, devilish, and a little cruel. “You know, I was all set to tell Tony to knock it off until it escalated. Then,” you shrugged, “it became a challenge. Avoid and evade the Avengers. Could I do it? I certainly was going to try. I’m a little annoyed I only have Steve and Thor left. I didn’t even know we were playing until we were halfway through the game.”

A glint of mischief filled his eyes as he bent closer. “And what, tricky human, will it take to see you succumb to a kiss beneath the mistletoe?”

The elevator doors dinged as you stepped closer and wrapped your fingers around his tie. “I think you mean who, Loki,” you whispered, mouth a hair’s breadth from his. The doors opened, flooding the lift with noise before he could say anything, and you were quick to distance yourself from the God of Mischief, shocked at your own forwardness.

You made your way quickly across the floor, wary of Avengers and their shenanigans as you headed for the bar where Tony was serving as the bartender for the moment. “Stark,” you said with a nod. He only glared, causing you to smile. Widely.

“I don’t know how you’re doing it, but you’re not getting out of it. Three more Avengers, three more reactions! I refuse to admit not one person can get a rise out of you!” He slammed a glass down in front of your seat and poured a healthy dose of red wine into it.

“Feeding me alcohol isn’t going to make me all atwitter over Steve or Thor, and despite Natasha’s enthusiastic effort, I don’t swing that way, so Wanda is also out.”

He ground his teeth together audibly. “We’ll just see about that.”

“Seriously, Tony. If not even Fury makes me flinch, why would you think-” you never got to finish the sentence as you were yanked from the stool without warning, bent back over Thor’s arm and kissed rather soundly.

When he finally let you up, you kicked him in the shin. “What the hell was that! There isn’t any mistletoe!”

He looked up even as he rubbed his shin. “Then what is that which floats above your head, fair lady?”

You looked up only to find Sam’s Redwing hovering over your head with a piece of mistletoe dangling from it. “Really?” you grumbled, glaring at Tony.

“Well you’d ducked all our other chances,” he smirked.

Praying for patience, you closed your eyes and inhaled to try and keep calm. When you opened them again, Steve was standing in front of you, a blush in his cheeks, with Wanda at his elbow looking exasperated.

“Fine. Fine. You want to play this out. Fine.” You nodded as you grumbled and grabbed Steve by his lapels. With a firm yank, you pulled him down, kissed him hard, released him, turned on Wanda and pressed your mouth to hers. When you pulled away, you turned a harsh glare on Stark. “Happy?” you snapped before taking your wine and marching away, leaving the lot of them gaping after you.

The air was bitingly cold when you stormed outside into the softly falling snow. “Stupid,” you muttered.

“I would agree.”

You glanced at Loki sauntering out of the shadows, shrugging out of his jacket which he placed around your shoulders.

“Coming outside in such weather without proper attire is guaranteed to make you sick for the festivities.” He rolled his eyes, and you chuckled.

“Not one for parties?” you asked, trying to ignore the parting words from the elevator which haunted you.

“I prefer gatherings of a more… intimate nature.”

You shivered, but it was the heat in his eyes which made you quake, not the cold. “Me too,” you whispered. “Aren’t you cold?”

“Frost giant,” he murmured as the snow swirled, seeming to catch and cling to his hair as he stepped into you. “Now that the foolishness is finished and you have proven your point, shall we continue the conversation from before?” The wind whipped but heat radiated from his body, helping keep you warm. “Who would you need to kiss to inspire a response?”

“I think you know,” you said softly, clutching his coat to you.

His hand skimmed your jaw, your cheek, your neck, coming to rest beneath your ear as his fingers curled into your hair. “Yes, I think I do.” Slowly, he lowered his head until his nose brushed yours and moist air was passing over your parted lips.

His jacket fell from your shoulders when you lifted your arms to wrap them around his neck. “Loki,” you sighed.

“Patience,” he murmured, teasing you. His mouth was so damn close.

You wanted it so much. “Loki… please.”

Your entire body reacted when his lips finally connected with yours. Soft but firm, he used his mouth as a weapon, nipping, pulling, sucking on your bottom lip until you groaned and melted into him.

A small chuckle rumbled in his throat when his arm went around your waist to support you against him as he tilted his head and deepened the kiss. His mouth tasted of peppermint schnapps, something you’d snicker about later, but for now, you dove in and enjoyed the play of his tongue over yours.

When he finally broke the kiss, you opened your eyes and sighed softly, “Wow.”

“Indeed,” he murmured but glanced toward the windows of the tower. “It seems you have quite won.”

You whipped your head around to find the entire team gaping at you and laughed loudly at all the shocked face. Turning back to Loki you giggled at the mischievous light in his eyes. “And you didn’t even need mistletoe.”

He was laughing when he leaned down and kissed you again.

-The End-

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