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solac1um · 4 years ago

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Brief Respite

I’ve also posted this on AO3! Written for the this fanfic collab.

Basically my first actual attempt at sexy writing. I tried to blend my default style into it, got a bit carried away, tried to shoehorn a piece of dialogue in, etc. Hopefully it came out at least miiiildly readable? Lmao. Anyway this was super self-indulgent, the Nakahechi route is, indeed, very special to me, although I’ve only ever been there once. If I lived in Japan, though, it would definitely be somewhere I visit yearly. A person can dream, I guess.

Izuku x GN!Reader

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One of those nights again. He'd returned home, to lay his weary body on the couch next to you with a sigh, staring empty-eyed at a blank phone screen in one hand, the other seeking yours gingerly - too gingerly.

You'd put your book down, curled into his side and turned his face to yours. He'd looked so tired it broke your heart. As if in response to that thought, he'd attempted a smile. "I'm okay, don’t worry about m-"

"- don't give me that. Right now, I'm not a colleague who needs to be reassured." Your fingers brushed soft locks from his face as you'd peered into his eyes. "How many times have I told you not to bring work home with you, baby? You don't have to be a hero within these four walls." You'd brushed a thumb over his cheekbone. "If Izuku is tired, or worried, or scared, let him. You need to take care of this, too." And you'd tapped your fingers on his chest over his heart, watched the perfect veneer crumble, let him cry in your arms.

Later, stroking his shower-damp hair as he slept, you'd decided you both needed a good, week-long vacation.

Besides, it was that time of the year. You made a pilgrimage to the mountains of Kii Hantou every year, since it captured your heart the first time, walking the same route. This trail has seen you through your progress as a rescue hero. From worrying about being able to pass your first fitness test, to attempting harder and harder stretches of the trail every time you returned. The Nakahechi route witnessing you in all your seasons. For you, it was less religious, more a place that felt like home, that surrounded and held you, that kept safe your fears and dreams. And this time, you got to bring her the person you'd been telling her about for so long.

"For the next week," you'd told Izuku firmly, pressed against his side on the bus rumbling through the quiet countryside. "You're not a hero, you're not on duty, and neither am I, and no one is going to put us on call for anything. The only thing I'm fixing is food for lunch every day. And if someone has the gall to interrupt the first real vacation you've had in the 8 years you've been a pro hero, it better be because the world is literally crumbling." You stare into his eyes, still so guileless after so long. "Mmkay? Promise me."

His eyes are always so gentle when they behold you. "I'll try, puppy," he'd said, kissing your forehead. "But no promises."

It would have to do. You know how much his work means to him. You lean over and press a kiss to his cheek. "Good enough for me."

You watch as Izuku navigates the undulating paths with more ease than you could ever hope to muster. You lead the way, but only because he keeps pace with you. Your excitement is his excitement. You watch as he gapes at the landscape, his boyish excitement not lost to age - "you come here every year? I bet you don't ever get sick of it!" (You don't.) You laugh with him as he giggles at the "not Kumano Kodo" signs along the way. Signs you were in stitches to see the first time you walked this route. You watch him absolutely demolish the home-cooked meals every family-owned establishment feeds you both, lean into the soft comfort of quiet conversation before bedtime, his hands wandering languidly, affectionately over your skin.

Time and the mountains swallow your five days. Early mornings, sun dappled lunches sitting on logs. Walking rain drenched, through the gates of the hongu grand shrine, the water from the basin so cold your hands numb. The damp rough of the rope in your hands, the melodious rattle of the bell. Walking the grounds, cold and tired, picking out omamori for the both of you. (You always returned them at the new year, knowing you'd be back to get another one) Stopping before the gate to kiss Izuku in the rain, sweet and full of intent.

You’d booked a hotel with a hot spring for your last night there. It isn’t the biggest - that was expensive and always booked out a year in advance - but it is fancy enough, and has private bath rooms. You were a frequent visitor on your travels. Besides, you’d like some time to stare at your man in the nude, thank you very much.

The temperature of the hot bath is delicious after a cold late-autumn day in the rain. Your hands and feet are numb. You’d barely registered your shower, hurriedly rinsing suds from your skin and hair, nearly flinging yourself into the hot bath. You sigh as the shock of the heat fades into a warmth that wraps around you. An eye on the clock, you watch Izuku as he showers. He is so familiar, and no less beautiful for it; cut in marble, almost, your Adonis. How long had it been since you’d had the time to-

“Puppy?” You’re drawn back out of your head to concerned eyes on you. “Are you okay? You look a little flushed. Maybe you should go have a rinse so you don’t overheat…”

You blink at him. “I, ah. No. I’m okay, I’ve only been in here for uh” - a glance at the clock - “Five minutes.” You flash him a smile. “Come join me, the water’s great.” And he obliges.

You want to enjoy the bath, you really do, but you seem to have miscalculated just how fatally distracting it would be to have him next to you, so tantalisingly undressed. You sigh and lean your head on his shoulder, trying to ignore the tendrils of desire you feel rising deep in your core. He hums and deposits a kiss on your head, and warmth blooms in your rib cage.

Had it really already been seven years? Eight, since you first met in the debris of a fallen building, the aftermath of some villain’s harebrained scheme. Dirt-streaked and exhausted. You, working your first year as a rescue hero, and he, almost fresh out of UA. You’d both unwound over a cup of shitty coffee in the break room of the hospital afterward, a conversation cut short, that’d led to another. And another, and another. And here you both are.

“You’ve got that faraway look in your eyes again.” Izuku nuzzles you. “You’re so pensive today. Is everything alright?”

You giggle, lean in for a kiss that you draw out. “Couldn’t be better. After all, I get to spend aaall this time with the love of my life.” His eyes hold yours, a little hazy as you pull away. Entranced. You watch, with some pride, the blush dust his freckled cheek. It’s flattering that you can still do that, after all this time.

“Did you miss me that much,” he mumbles, and your barely-audible “too much” and the resounding yes in your mind brims over. His face is in your hands, your lips are on his again, sweet and insistent and ravenous. And the water burns on your skin, or is it the heat in your skin, the way your breath is stolen from your lips, the way your head is spinning?

His breathing is ragged when you pull back, a fire in his eyes that finds its echo somewhere in your belly.

You find your words first. “Let’s get out of here,” you say, taking him by the wrist. “Before we both get a heat stroke.”

The walk back feels like eternity. Bodies pressed into each other, huddling for warmth, for contact. The door clicks shut behind you, your hands are on him, tangled in his hair, breathless against his lips. Kissing him, his body against the mattress, your body against his, imprinting the length, the shape of his desire into your contours. His hands on your hips. You gasp into his lips, drawing a groan. The whisper of fabric as the sash of his yukata comes undone in your hands. Your fingers on his skin, trailing down his body, his breath hitching in his throat.

"You are so beautiful," you murmur against his skin. "These shoulders shouldn't always have to carry the weight of the world."

He sighs. You let your fingers trail down his form, studying every dip and curve and freckle and scar. “Let me spoil you today, baby. You work too hard.” You've long memorised the constellations in his skin, the way muscle under skin flutters beneath your hands, the way it does now as your touch wanders, fingertips and lips, down to the waistband.

He shivers, bites back a moan. Straining. You run a hand along his length, through the fabric, fingers finding the elastic, and you tug, achingly slow.

Lips brush the weeping tip, catching his precum on your tongue. You take him slowly, sucking the swollen skin, tearing a groan from his throat. A hand in your hair - gentle pressure, but enough to feel the tension humming in his veins. He breathes, a drawn out, shuddering breath.

Slowly, agonisingly slowly.

You moan, a sound that starts in your throat and reverberates into the cavern of your mouth, and he feels it. “F-fuck–” his breath hitches, and you hum. You take him deeper, your hands wandering the planes of his stomach, his thighs.

Deft lips, and a practiced tongue, you devour him. His tip hits the back of your throat and you groan. His taste is so familiar, your blood thundering in your ears and you are so full of him, and all you know is him. And you hold the moment, as he squirms, for what would have been a breath, or two, or three -

- and you pull back, only to push down again, feel him twitch and swell between your lips as you move. Hungry for his passion, his unravelling, faster and faster.

Izuku’s hand is in your hair, grip almost demanding. The taste and heat of him on your tongue, egging you on, fuelled by the sound of his voice, caught between a groan and a whimper, the way he shifts and trembles, back arching away from the mattress. His body a line of perfect tension as you guide him to his climax.

His own hand stops you. “Puppy, baby, wait, I–”

“Mmm?” You hum, earning yourself another soft gasp.

“I- I need to be inside you.”

You pull back, lips gliding over his length, leave him aching. You’ll make him wait a little, you’ve waited for this for so long. You look up at him, through your eyelashes, faux bashful. “Yeah?”

You grind against his cock slowly, teasing, and he draws a shuddering breath. “Are you going to ask?” You breathe the words into the air between your lips and his, close enough to feel him whimper as you move against him again.

“Please,” he gasps. “Please, baby. I need you. I need this.”

You swallow the moan rising in your throat, lean in. “Good. Because,” you breathe, “I do too.” Your words meeting his parted lips before your own steal the choked moan that escapes - yours, or his - as you guide him into your velvet heat.

You’ve waited for this for so long.

You move slowly, savour every inch of him, the way his eyes hold yours, unfocused, the way he bites his lip and gasps at every thrust, not enough to silence his moans.

“Fuck, puppy, yes–” His voice catches on the edges of his pleasure. “Oh god, you feel amazing, puppy.”

You chuckle breathlessly. “Yeah, baby? Did you miss this? Just having time... to ourselves like this?” The heat rises in your core, the closeness and friction and fullness of his cock tearing a rawness from you. “You did, didn’t you?” you move faster, chasing intensity. “Tell - tell me.”

His hips twitch against you. "You– did I miss this," he gasps in the midst of a pleasure that threatens to steal his words, “Puppy, you have no idea, I - ah - all that… that wishing… for, for uneventful days so I can come home early, only for it to - ah - never happen, being too tired to do anything all these nights - oh fuck - h-having all that time on patrol, to all but dream of you and how I fucking ache for you. I-I’ve wanted you so much I can't breathe. Fuck, baby, I don't think you have a single inkling-”

And then they’re gone, shipwrecked in the storm of his pleasure as he takes you by the hips and thrusts up into you, the change in angle bringing you closer. And the desperation of his words and his touch make you want to lose the measure, fuck him into oblivion, sate a hunger you cannot name.

And so you do, bracing against the mattress, hips snapping against his, feeling your walls tighten around him. You drop your forehead to his, kiss him deeply. He groans into your lips, low and desperate. “Puppy, I’m- I’m going to cum-”

The need in his voice pushes you over the edge. You ride him through your orgasm, his name tearing ragged from your lips over and over as you convulse around him. Your hips don’t stop until his body echoes your climax, shuddering against you, twitching inside you.

You hold him until he stops trembling, until you stop trembling, until his breathing slows. Green eyes gaze at you, still hazy and so, so soft. You kiss him slowly, pull away to brush the hair from his sweat-damp brow, and he wraps his arms around you. “I love you, puppy,” he murmurs.

You press a kiss to his forehead. “And I love you, dearest.”

He hums and buries his face in your shoulder. “I really needed that.”

You run your hands through his curls, gently. “I know, baby. So did I.”

“Maybe we should... Do this more often,” he mumbles, drawing a soft laugh from you.

“Oh, definitely. Anything to get your workaholic butt to take a break every now and then, and spend time with me.” You touch a kiss to the side of his head. “Would you come with me again next year, if you can?”

He looks surprised and gratified. “You really want me to? I’d love to.”

You bump your nose against his. “Don’t look so surprised. If the last seven years is anything to go by, there isn’t a part of my life I want separate from you.”

He responds with a tight hug. “Me neither. Thank you, puppy.”

You let your fingertips wander, tracing idle patterns in the sweat cooling on his skin. “You know, since we’re going to have to go take another shower, let’s go enjoy that private hot spring without getting distracted.”

Izuku laughs. “What are the chances?” You flick him lightly on the shoulder. “What?” He looks at you innocently, all big guileless eyes. “It’s not my fault you’re so distracting.”

You roll your eyes, tugging him up. “Oh you sweet talker, you. C’mon, before it gets late.”

#bnha #my hero academia #deku x reader #izuku x reader #mha #boku no hero academia #yatoverse #pls don’t eat me i’m just a noob

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lansizhuis · 5 years ago

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WEILAN FIC REC

It's as the title says - the five times Shen Wei did a horny grip™ because let it be known that while Zhao Yunlan is explicitly shamelessly thirsty, Shen Wei is equally as thirsty but in a more lowkey manner. Oh, and of course, WeiLan as lesbians can't be passed up for this.(gift fic for taki who introduced the weilan lesbian agenda to me!)Hello! I finally had some time (spoiler: I actually didn’t but I can always have time for my dads) to properly make a compilation of WeiLan fanfic recommendations. I included some CN ones bc I absolutely love them to bits and pieces and some WeiLan derivatives bc why not.

Please click the kudos and leave a comment on the authors’ works to thank them and show your appreciation! <3 This will be updated periodically.

bc I’m shameless - imma shove my own weilan fics here

Title: Uhaw Summary: Shen Wei felt a smile on his face despite the seriousness of the situation. “Your loyalty will forever remain divided.” // “My loyalty is with you.” Zhao Yunlan declared. “Always has been, always will be.” [WEILAN MAFIA/GANGSTER AU 1/1] Notes: i was horny for weilan being horny for each other and being a power couple with some plot thrown in the mix im not sorry

Title: Devour Your God Summary: "The beast inside him howls and the inhumane thunderous chanting resounds in the beautiful ghost king. You remember don’t you? The more beautiful the ghost...the more terrifying."

[a look through shen wei's eyes as he goes through kunlun's multiple reincarnations until zhao yunlan; novel-compliant and shen san extra hints but should be spoiler free 1/1] Notes: sometimes we’re also sad in our weilan lives but do know they get their happy ending anyway

Title: Earlier On Summary: Zhao Yunlan starts remembering his life as Kunlun months after he first entered the world and his only clue resides on that creature (because his adult brain is now telling his baby brain that that wasn't a human) robed in white with a golden mask peering down on his crib. Notes: [novel-verse gift fic for orro AKA babey zhao yunlan having adult brain/memories who’s everyone’s source of headache]

Title: Five Times Shen Wei Did A Horny Grip Summary: It's as the title says - the five times Shen Wei did a horny grip™ because let it be known that while Zhao Yunlan is explicitly shamelessly thirsty, Shen Wei is equally as thirsty but in a more lowkey manner. Oh, and of course, WeiLan as lesbians can't be passed up for this. Notes: (gift fic for taki who introduced the weilan lesbian agenda to me!)

Title: Some Things Stay The Same and Some Don't Summary: “Xiao Wei,” Zhao Yunlan called in a serious voice making Shen Wei stiffen in attention, “Your boobs are actually big, aren’t they?” Shen Wei almost slipped from her position at the unexpected - or well, this is Zhao Yunlan so perhaps ‘expected’ should be the term - comment. “Yunlan, honestly!” “No really, it’s bigger than mine.” “Everyone’s bigger than your tiny mangoes, stupid owner.” Da Qing laughed from the kitchen. “I think even Lin Jing and Lao Chu have bigger ones compared to you.” Notes: lesbian!weilans part 2 for emmy featuring the primordial gods, shen wei + mama zhao interaction, and kunlun taking in 2 ghost queens instead of just one

Title: Repercussions of Meddling Summary: “You know what the diviner’s instructions were, right? Gather the hallows and let fate run its course or else there can be dire consequences.” Zhao Yunlan clenched his fist as he recalls Shen Wei’s hardships paralleled with Ye Zun’s loss of sanity, the ghost lovers’ fate in an effort to protect him, the brewing war as the vision the hallows have given him on their deaths, and an ever burning flame on his soul as he watched Shen Wei disappear stay clear.“There can’t be anything more dire than that future.” The two leaders looked at each other meaningfully. “And if the bulk of the repercussions on you twisting the timeline falls on you?” Zhao Yunlan huffed in amusement and flipped his long hair to his back. “If I'm the one who has to pay then so be it.” Notes: aka ye zun is a bad influence to shen wei and add that in for 10,000 years where they're both awake, alive, and together waiting for a certain someone's reappearance in their lives --- THIS CAN GET DARK; drama canon divergence au where zhao yunlan as kunlun ends up saving ye zun in the past and meddling with time

Title: A Path Back Home Summary: The Dixing kingdom's delegation set off for a peace treaty with the kingdom of Haixing as new tides of the world was coming. For some, this was a turning point for the three kingdoms. For Ye Zun and his father, this was a chance to bring back their two other family members home with them. The past retains its stories and secrets, the present shakes the foundations of everyone's belief, and the future is a path back home. (read a/n before reading!) Notes: weilan royalty a/b/o au aka the most self-indulgent fic (it wasn’t supposed to be multi-chap but brain said ‘world building’ and now i suffer)

Title: where everything converges Summary: collection for weilan week prompts - day 1: beginnings (SID+SW meets the youngest primordial god) day 3: au (tgcf au of god!ZYL and ghost king!SW) day 7: anniversary (there will come a day where SW wakes up to the 5,000 years and 1 day of being with ZYL)

Title: in all worlds and in all timelines Summary: collection of weilan prompts (do send some and i’ll see if i can write it!)

Title: The Power of Words Summary: “You have lived for as long as I have and so you must know that words have power. The likes of old sayings and proverbs hold a decree to them the longer it’s passed around from one breathing soul to another. They become entities and binding spells on their own through time.”

“What has that got to do with anything right now? Ghost Slayer, you are already treading a dangerous path with the choices you have made the past months. Do I still need to remind you of this?” the spirit asked.

The black robed creature acted as if he didn’t hear his companion and spoke once more. “I suppose it doesn’t matter right as of this moment,” he crossed his legs and continued, “Let me tell you a story; a secret.” Notes: it was supposed to be a oneshot but my need for novel shen wei characterization bled through so now it’s a 3shot *sigh*

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Title: 狗在江湖 Notes: this is a mix of novel and drama elements AND it’s a/b/o AND it has 30 chapters so obv i cried

Title: Sweet Dreams Summary: 朱白ABO，架空末世微悬疑。 Notes: okay so it was weird for me at first bc they were using zhubai’s names until i realized they were pertaining to weilan derivative in general AND OKAY LISTEN - the plot??? THE PLOT??? GLORIOUS

Title: 我说所有的酒都不如你 Summary: 这大概是一个东江二哈狼和东江气死猫你追我跑你继续追我假装跑你拼命追我跑不动了的爱情故事（。 Notes: 2Luo aka Luo Fusheng x Luo Fei weilan derivative and this is legit my favorite derivative fic!!! they mixed both dramas and fed me sentinel + guide trope AND THEN WOW PLOT

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Title: Black Cloak Reversed Summary: Chief Zhao is a little too friendly with the Black-Cloaked Envoy. The members of the SID worry that he's being emotionally disloyal to Professor Shen. Notes: drama; zhao yunlan is a filthy, thirsty man and SID mourns over this fact

Title: my heart broke loose on the wind Summary: If Yunlan is going to learn how to make actual food that requires more effort than just boiling water and putting hot water into stuff, he’s going to have to take all the notes. “Right,” he says to himself. “How hard can it be?” He watches all twenty-two minutes and fourteen seconds of Chef Shen's video without fast-forwarding. When it comes to an end, he clicks on the replay button. He ends up taking zero notes, and the only thing he manages to learn from the whole exercise is that Chef Shen -Shen Wei- is really fucking beautiful when he smiles. Notes: au; alternative summary - ye zun: how thirsty are you for my bro zhao yunlan: thirsty? pls im a paragon of all things holy, i am a kind and generous citizen of the world, i am - ye zun: i can help you get in his pants zhao yunlan: - thirsty af; i am very thirsty

Title: when we reunite, the world will tilt on its axis Summary: Zhao Yunlan tries to figure out how he should approach the matter of young Shen Wei. Notes: drama; babey!shen wei who's so earnest and genuinely in-love ahhh im soft

Title: Wild Thing, Stop Your Teasing Summary: Shen Wei’s eyelid twitch as Yunlan unwraps another lollipop, closes his spit-shiny lips around the spherical head while looking at Shen Wei under dark eyes and thick lashes. Fists clenched on his pant leg, Shen Wei swallows and tamps down the urge to grab Yunlan across the table. Notes: drama; when you think zhao yunlan's thirst has a limit - he goes an open his mouth but hey shen wei's head over heels thousands of years ago already anyway

Title: Tease the Wild Thing Summary: Yunlan's POV from shaenanigans' awesome fic ''Wild Thing, Stop your Teasing''. Yeah, it's the one with the lollipops, and the porn with feels. You know. The Good Stuff. Notes: more weilan smut after the one above?? SIGN ME TF UP

Title: without complexities or pride Summary: “Kunlun Hall’s rules do not apply to you,” Yunlan says simply, moving to steep some tea for Shen Wei. “You are the Black Cloak Envoy. Lord Kunlun holds you in high regard.” “And you hold him in high regard,” Shen Wei adds before he’s able to stop himself. Shen Wei can hear the wretched jealousy in his own voice, and no doubt Yunlan can as well, because Yunlan’s smile turns sly, and his eyes are very knowing when he says, “In a way, I suppose I do.” Notes: (Or, the Not-Exactly-A-Courtesan!Yunlan fic.) >> im crying bc YES

Title: Every ridge hand-picked by the late sun’s slant light Summary: Zhao Yunlan gets up to greet this man, his destiny – who is currently scowling behind his fancy embroidered mask – and smiles as filthily as he can make it. Whatever else they might be to each other, Shen Wei has been taunting him for weeks. Zhao Yunlan is going to take him home and fuck him until he cries and he wants Shen Wei to know that. “Long time, no see,” he says. The Black Cloaked Envoy blanches. Notes: when i say i thirst for weilan papapa where shen wei loses his self control - I MEAN IT

Title: that's where you belong Summary: First of all, how dare Shen Wei. Second of all, Zhao Yunlan has been looking forward to this for like, as long as he's been aware that Shen Wei is an alpha. Third of all -- Notes: im crying bc all i ever wanted was for novel weilan's characterization bc i know their papapa would be the hottest with that and i have been fed with this need and even partnered w/ a/b/o trope /SOBS

Title: Just Cared Too Much Summary: Zhao Yun Lan found out his father was dead while he was pouring concrete down the throat of a backstabbing dickbag. “Chief, I'm sorry, the Boss is gone. Shot to the head, on his way to meet the Russians.” Notes: i was dying to have a mafia au and this appeared THANK YOU; and def one of the other things that pushed me to finish my own mafia au for weilan lol

Title: 家教 - or - Domestic Education Summary: Shen Wei is the Ghost King, born out of the unyielding chaos of entropy that had consumed the underworld before the creation of the wheel of reincarnation. He's the cosmic guardian of death and all her darlings, and the universe through the lens of his eye is rife with demons, hungry ghosts, and shadows creeping out of their places. So there is absolutely no way he is getting sick. Notes: im novel verse trash and we get that PLUS mama!zhao uhh hell yes???

Title: Sarva Summary: Or, 一切. At work, in public, Shen Wei is meticulously, seamlessly polite. In bed, he's something else. Notes: this was the first weilan smut i read AND ALL THE YES BC SHEN WEI LOSING IT FOR ZHAO YUNLAN IS MY KINK

Title: Future Forged Summary: Masquerading as Kunlun, Zhao Yunlan sets out on a mission to recover the stolen Hallows alongside the young Shen Wei. Along the way, he discovers new abilities, forges new bonds, unearths old histories, and learns that the universe goes beyond his wildest imagination. Notes: lol way better take on what happened during that time travel thing than what the drama had

Title: who you allow Summary: But then Zhao Yunlan goes and gets a haircut, and Shen Wei. Pouts. For like three days. Notes: for the record - i, too, believe shen wei will pout bc of this

Title: Significant Other Colour Summary: Collars are so old-fashioned and Zhao Yunlan can’t help but feel that there’s an ulterior motive hiding behind Shen Wei’s innocently widened eyes. Notes: tfw i've tried to bury my needs on acknowledging how shen wei canonically wants to lock up zhao yunlan and then this fic hits me - author pls let me love you (for y'all heed the warnings)

Title: Afterimage Summary: Zhu Yi Long is an awkward turtle. Now he has to deal with letting Shen Wei and Ye Zun go. Notes: okay so im not really into fics on real people but this was done so well? it explores the effects of zhu yilong's method acting and sets straight that zhubai and weilan are not one and the same at the end of the day

Title: Twill Seeker Summary: The young master has a thing for the butler. The butler is at the end of his rope. Notes: if anyone comes after me and my apparent need for butler shen wei and young master zhao yunlan, hide me

Title: When You're Old, You Want To Celebrate Birthdays At Home Summary: Shen Wei comes home to a surprise. Notes: me, wiping a tear: oh look, a ye zun characterization i actually like even if he's mentioned only

Title: do nothing day Summary: “The stress of work is exhausting me and my wife is scolding me now,” Zhao Yunlan pretends to whine, hiding his face in the blankets. “You’ve seen who I work with, those stubborn kids who cause me nothing but trouble. You’re supposed to be on my side, meant to pity me when the world turns against me. I deserve this day off and I reserve the right to do as I please. And if I want to be a slug in the bed then that’s what I’m going to do.” Notes: "It’s so gentle that Shen Wei almost can’t stand it, the way Zhao Yunlan lets him do as he likes, just receiving whatever Shen Wei wants to give him. And there’s so much that Shen Wei wants to lavish onto his Zhao Yunlan." -- dont bother for the ambulance i know im DOA

Title: Heat and Desire Summary: Five times Zhao Yunlan had an oral fixation and one time Shen Wei did something about it. Notes: "You tease me, Zhao Yunlan," Shen Wei whispers, his breath tickling against Zhao Yunlan’s ear. "You tease me and you tease me and you seem to think that I won't do anything about it." -- me, choking: IM FINE

Title: Just A Phone Call Away Summary: Chief Zhao gets hurt on a case and nobody wants to be the one to call Professor Shen and tell him.... Notes: SID family + shen wei's first reaction to the call??? sign me up

Title: Never Losing You Summary: Yunlan can't open his eyes, can't shut his mouth. Needy, keening noises pour out of his throat completely out of his control. Shen Wei's closed fist is around him, pumping fast and tight in rhythm to his fucking, making him see stars exploding behind closed eyelids, thoroughly engulfed by the incredible sensations racketing up and down his spine originating from where they're so deliciously joined. Shen Wei's other hand cradles his jaw, careful, reverent, but also serves to ground Yunlan to the bed so Shen Wei can fuck him harder, deeper. Notes: i can never have enough weilan papapa bc if canon doesn't give me the explicit juicy details then im turning to fic writers with metaphorical gold payment

Title: third time's the charm Summary: “I’m what Da Qing likes to describe as ‘especially tenacious’ when I’m in heat, even more so when I have a specific Alpha in mind,” Yunlan tells him, casual. (Or, three times Shen Wei helps Zhao Yunlan through his heat.) Notes: me, looking through the window with a faraway look: a/b/o universe makes me weak even if it's not even explicit

Title: this secret language that we speak Summary: "If you don't want to do this any more," says Shen Wei, "you get off the couch, and we'll do whatever you want. Do you understand?" Zhao Yunlan is so hot he thinks he's going to light the couch on fire. He swallows and nods."I didn't hear you," says Shen Wei, implacable as death. "Do you understand?" Zhao Yunlan has to clear his throat, and when he manages to speak, his voice is gravelled with arousal. "Yeah. I do." "Good," says Shen Wei. Notes: i cried 69 times bc my horny ass is fed and jfc domineering shen wei??? *cries for the 70th time*

Title: Shen Wei Summary: Shen Wei loves Zhao Yunlan, and there is only so long he can feign otherwise. Notes: [Zhao Yunlan gives a small shrug, uninvested in the argument. “All right. And where do you belong?” Shen Wei freezes, flashes of memory assaulting him, of Kunlun’s skin hot against his, of promises moaned against each other’s necks. Inside you is all he can think.] BINCH I DIED AT THIS PART

Title: Sweet Dreams Are Made Of This Summary: Zhao Yunlan jerks back to the waking world gasping and screaming and drowning in the anguish that comes with being lit on eternal consuming fire. The unmistakable rich copper taste of blood fills his mouth and he opens tear-filled bloodshot eyes that he was sure melted a long time ago with the rest of his physical body. He sees faces crowding around him in varying degrees of worry, but the pain blinds him from putting names to the faces. His throat feels raw, as if he'd been screaming for centuries and realizes on the next breath that he's been screaming a name. Shen Wei's name. Notes: drama-verse but a hopeful one TYL im here for the whole the last episode didn’t happen bc we can use the plot that the drama threw away lol

Title: Aftermath Summary: The fallout after the dust has settled. Notes: a look on what happened after the 4th extra in the novel; s o f t

Title: The world that we'll invent Summary: Shen Wei's self-control continues to be tested. Notes: [Nothing in Shen Wei's long existence has prepared him for the problem that is Zhao Yunlan.] >> honestly this is the summary of weilan in general

Title: Quiet Heart, Hollow Body Summary: It has been ten thousand years since Shen Wei met Kunlun, but he could never forget the one who first saw beyond the mask of the Black Cloaked Envoy to the person beneath. Notes: im novel bias for so many reasons but this was absolutely amazing as a drama setting bc it /is/ closer to the novel setting bc shen wei was actually awake those 10,000 years so that desperation and intensity of novel!sw is closer here - really great read

last updated: March 2, 2020

#weilan #shen wei #zhao yunlan #zhenhun #镇魂 #guardian #zhinfo

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elejah-verse · 6 years ago

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Beginning of Forever

Fanfic one shot

Elijah Mikaelson x Elena Gilbert

a/n:thanks for reading. xoxo

Warning: smutty, 18+

tags @rissyrapp20 @dendrite-lover @cassienoble2000 @captainshurley @hides2000

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👔

A couple of days earlier

“We have to talk about going over to the fake Mystic Falls World. I have information about the Cure. Shall we meet at the usual place?” Elijah said.

“No. I am at Whitmore already. Come by my dorm.” Elena replied.

“All right.” the Original swiped the call off. Putting the phone away in his pocket, he now chose a different shirt. As he finally got ready, he made his way to Whitmore College.

🎹

Fake Mystic Falls World, Boarding House

Elena closed the book in frustration.

Elijah put the old papirus on the table now and rose up from the desk.

“I think we need a break. Want a drink?”

“Yes, please. But not Bourbon. Is there maybe- wine? - Elena said as she now got up frim the sofa.

"I think so. I think I saw some Pinot grigio in the cellar.”- Elijah replied and swished down to the cellar of the Boarding House.

Returning back, he poured them both a glass of the pale golden nectar.

“Who would have thought they kept such a good drop here in the fake world?” - Elijah said as he took a sip of the wine.

“I like it.”- Elena said, adding-“Food does nothing to us, but I still can’t get that we can taste the drinks like when we were human?!”

“Yes, I have found this extraordinary, too, always. I prefer wine to Bourbon actually. ”

“Really?”

“Oh, yes. It is far more delectable. Some wines, like this one is to the palate like the finest of silks.”

“It is good - though I only tried wine once or twice. It was always Bourbon with - ok - not going back to the past” - Elena said taking another sip.

“I agree. Let the sleeping dogs lie.” - Elijah said and took a deep breath.

“You miss her?” - Elena said with a little mental gulp, her heart burning as she now waited for the response. The doppelganger now apologized for being too forward.

“Not at all. I have long since moved on. My heart is set on someone else. It has been so for a while now.”

Elijah knew what she was referring to and now replied-

” Oh, right - I never thought Camille is your type. “

"Camille? - Why would you think-”- Elijah now looked a tab bit surprised that Elena would mention the blonde bartender.

“Sorry - I just - I kind of overheard you talk. I didn’t mean to. And so I figured-”

“Well, you figured wrong-” - Elijah now paused, wetting his lips before he proceeded -”the one that has my heart yearning for is you, Elena-"

"What?” - Elena’s swallowed hard, her heart jumping up.

“Yes.There - but I guess you still have unresolved issues with Damon Salvatore”

“With Damon? No. That has been so resolved.”

“It seemed that you and him started over again.” - Elijah now said.

Elena now remembered the moment a week ago, when Elijah left the Grill so abruptly -”No. Well, Damon, he tried to - but I - it’s over. I am so tired of the fake love. And I kind of had my heart also set on someone else.”

“You had?”

“Yeah - I so had - you”

No able to sustain her emotions that had been simmering for days, well weeks now whenever she was around him, Elena now crushed her lips on Elijah’s. His mouth moved against hers, recklessly, desperately. He devoured her in hungry kisses, entwining her tongue with his, seizing her every breath and replacing it with his.

Elijah’s jaw now clenched. His whole being had desired her for so long. He drew her scent now, making his body tighten in response.

Parting for a moment, with the Original’s warm breath still dancing on her lips, she beamed up at him, letting out a slow, shuddering breath, uttering“I want you,’Lijah”

She tugged the shirt out of the Original’s trousers, trailing small fiery kisses along his neck, making him let a low guttural sound.

“Elena- wait” - Elijah took her hands gently, stopping her kisses.

Elena shook her head lightly, sweet desire flickered at him and before he could say anything more, she drew his lips to hers. Her mouth was searingly burning, demanding, obliterating his every thought. Pulling her by the waist closer to him, he gave as good as he got and she responded with a deep, muffled moan as their tongues now collided.

His heart pumped wildly when her hands ran down his shoulders and arms, landing on his hips, now moving over, feeling him through his trousers, making the Original groan.

Elijah drew back with a small smirk crossing his face and swept the doppelganger up, twirling her around to the sofa. Kissing her now even more vigorously, he unzipped her dress in the process, sliding it off of her, taking a moment to admire the beauty of her slender figure.

“You are so very beautiful” he gasped.

Elena curled up a little dreamy smile at the Original and now pulled him to her into a kiss. After a set of another ferociously wanton kisses, he sat up on his knees, and took his shirt off. Elena rose up herself now, undoing her bra. Tossing it aside she came closer to him, her fingers feathering over his divinely chiselled torso. She felt the tension in his ab muscles, and she held still as if collecting her senses. Slowly , her fingers trailed up towards his neck, over the dimple on his chin, to his lips. Taking her hand, he placed tiny soft kisses on her fingertips, listening to her heart pounding savagely. He loved the sound of it. Lost in its musical beat, and Elena’s small kisses now travelling down his chest, his breathing suddenly stilled.

“Oh, fuck-”- Elijah breathed in, releasing a small hoarse breath as she undid his trousers, pulling both the trousers and boxers down, taking him in his mouth. She draw the head in her mouth, stroking him with one hand, plunging down and then twirling her tongue over the head of his cock again and again. His breathing accelerated, his whole body floating in the divine state of combustion as pleasure pulsed through his cock. The moment she began to take steady draws on the head of his cock, the intense pleasure had his back arching hard and he let it all go and began to come. His throat opened up and a strange sound, like a growl followed, deep-throated and husky.

Collecting himself a moment later, he drew her to him, in a warm, loving hug, whispering dearly to her, as his hands mashed with her hair-

“You are amazing - so wonderful “

Tugging the blanket down, he took her by the hand. Baring themselves of the rest of the clothes, they laid down.

He caressed her face, looking at her with adoring eyes -

“You are everything I ever wanted - “

“Oh, God - me, too”- Elena swallowed hard, feeling his hands now glide down over her breasts just barely touching her skin, brushing with his palms over her nipples. Elena moaned softly to his tender touches, sending hot shivers down her spine. She closed her eyes revelling in the warmth she felt all over. Elijah pressed against her, his hand moving further down as his breath floated against her neck. She hummed in pleasure as his fingers traced the contour of her navel teasing her belly button, before sliding up the line back to the smooth skin between her breasts. He took the nipple between his thumb and forefinger, rolling it slowly as he began to kiss at her neck. The doppelganger now writhed to him, breathing hoarsely, her hands disappearing up in the brown strands of his hair. She could feel his hardened cock pressing against her leg and she slid against him. He grunted softly against her ear. His hand draped down her body, reaching her sweet spot now. Nipping at the skin below her ear, he raked his fangs along her neckline. Elena’s whole body pulsed with anticipation of his fangs piercing into her neck, but he kept teasing her. His fingers now passed her delicate folds, inserting two fingers, making her roll her hips to his movements. The doppelganger bit her lip as his thumb brushed over her nub again and again. He could feel her shiver with delight, panting burningly. Murmuring softly how magnificent she was, he felt her body shudder, crying in pleasure, wrapping her hands around his neck, coming apart so deliciously.

Elijah now showered her with small kisses, drawing once again her lips to his, still feeling her high, streaming all over her. Shifting his body, he pulled her gently under him. He guided his cock now in, sinking slowly deeper, leaning his head in to place a kiss to her lips, swallowing her pleasurable noises as he sunk into her fully. She closed her eyes and smiled, her heart splaying with fire and the love she felt him. She moved her hips upwards, slowly, giving a small grind, urging Elijah on.

The Original deepened the kiss further as she moved her hips to meet his thrusts.

Moving her lips from his, she kissed and nipped softly at his shoulder, inhaling his scent now. It was masculine, heavenly, and she couldn’t get enough of it.

He was everything she dreamt of.

Slowly his hand drifted down her body to settle on her thigh, to her swollen clit now, stroking it with added fervor. He brought his lips to hers once again, kissing her with great passion and love as the pace of his thrusts increased.

She shoved her hips against him over and over, deepening the thrusts. Her whole body was now bathing in flames. Feeling the first wave of pleasure begin to race through them, their veins flooded with a quaking shudder. They both not long after cried out the rippling waves of orgasm, cascading right through them.

As the sensations began to ease down, a warm emotion invaded them, swirling through their hearts and souls, Elena wrapped her arms around Elijah and embraced him to herself lovingly.Catching her breath back, she kissed his mole on the neck and moved a hand to run through his hair in a relaxing, loving manner.

Still holding onto one another, his head now shifted to meet her into a kiss, sealing all he felt for her.

“I love you”- he then breathed against her mouth, his eyes dreamily lost in hers.

“I love you, too.”

#Elijah Mikaelson #Elena Gilbert #tvd fanfiction #Fanfiction #oneshot

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probably-not-star-lord · 6 years ago

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Surprise Date (Tony Stark x Reader)

A/N: I know I said I would be posting a lot this weekend but I was unexpectedly very busy so at least there is a little content from me :)

Request: Hello there! I was wondering if you could do a Tony Stark x Reader fanfic? One where the reader got stood up by someone else and he is there to comfort them? I'm bad at this, sorry. -.-

Prompt: You’re excited for the first date you’re going on in a long time. But when your date doesn’t show up, you’re surprised to see the person you wanted to go on a date with all along.

Warnings: swearing, fluff

You sit at the beautifully set dinner table shaking your leg anxiously. Your date was supposed to arrive a half an hour ago. The man you're expecting has been working at SHIELD for years. Being one of the top agents, you ran into him quite often. He’s cute, friendly, and knows how to make you laugh. When he asked you out to dinner a few days ago you happily agreed, even if this flirtatious coworker isn't necessarily the man you have your eyes on.

No, the man you long to be with is none other than Tony Stark.

You and Tony have been the best of friends for a very long time. Ever since you started working at SHIELD you’ve have the biggest crush on him. You started out merely as an intern, and Tony was the one who talked you up Nick Fury in order for you to be promoted. Now you have the job of your dreams all thanks to your crush. However, you know he would never feel the same way. Tony is Iron Man for fuck’s sake, he could have any girl he wants. If only the girl he wanted were you.

More time passes as you sit in the fancy restaurant dreaming about Tony. Your date has still not arrived and your anxiety levels are increasing by the second. The wine glass in front of you is slowly draining as you sip it every once in a while to ease the tension between you and the empty chair seated across from you. The waiters steal glances at you as you eye the door in anticipation. Soon an entire hour has passed with you sitting all alone.

The waiter approaches your table and gives you the most sincere smile he can muster in a time where you clearly need comfort. “Ma’am, are you ready to order?”

“Not yet,” you reply, shaking your head. “I’m still waiting on someone.”

“Are you sure they’re coming?” he asks, trying to remain as polite as possible.

You grit your teeth in anger at his presumptuous question. “He’ll be here.”

“Right, okay, just let me know when you’re ready,” he says before walking away in a hurry.

You burry your face in your hands in embarrassment. How could you get stood up? It’s not even like you’re really into your date, you only agreed to go out with him because you wanted to give him a chance. You let a few more minutes go by before officially deciding your date is never going to show up. Your eyes wander around the tables as you spot happy couples devouring their delicious meals or clinking their glasses together with a laugh. Those interactions are something you desperately want. They’re moments you desire to share with Tony.

The waiter makes his way over to your table once more. His hands are clasped together and you notice he has his fake smile on again. “Ma’am...”

You roll your eyes before checking the door one last time. “Yeah, I know,” you mutter. The waiter nods and steps back so you can stand from your chair.

“I’m here! I’m here! Don’t worry!”

You and the waiter turn toward the front door that was just thrown open. Tony stands there yelling and making a scene as he jogs over to your table. “Tony?” you ask, raising an eyebrow at your friend.

“I apologize for how late I am, darling, but I’m here now,” he replies, taking a seat in the chair across from you.

“Mr. Stark, is there anything I can get for you, sir?”

“We’re going to have your finest bottle of champagne, please,” he retorts with a grin.

“Certainly, sir,” the waiter acknowledges before dashing to the kitchen.

“You look rather fine this evening, Y/N,” Tony flirts as his eyes wander up and down your frame. He smiles at you from across the table and you meet his mischievous gaze.

“Tony...” You lean forward and keep your voice low. “What are you doing here?”

“Obviously I’m here for our date.”

“Well...I...I just wasn’t...” you stutter, unable to compose a complete sentence.

“You weren't expecting your date to be me?”

You shake your head with a laugh. “I guess not.”

“Listen,” he starts, his tone more serious now. “I saw the agent that asked you out back at Avengers Tower. He had no intentions of coming tonight, Y/N, I’m sorry.”

“What was he doing there?” you mumble.

“Well,” Tony scoffs, his brown eyes falling on the door. “He was busy flirting with one of the new interns.”

“Oh...”

“I had both of their asses fired.”

Your eyes widen. “You did? Why?”

Tony smiles, his eyes locking with yours. “Because I don’t want anyone who hurts you to be working for me,” he asserts.

“Thanks, Tony,” you reply, a slight blush creeping up to your cheeks. “That means a lot to me.”

“Anytime, kid,” he conveys. “Plus, I like to think I’m much better company.”

“Definitely,” you agree. “You’re much better than that asshole.”

Tony distractedly glances around the open space of the restaurant. “He certainly can’t pick a place for a proper date.”

“Tony this is the nicest restaurant in this part of the city,” you defend.

“I don’t like it here. I’m going to take you somewhere that we’d actually enjoy,” he declares, standing from his seat. You stand up as well and Tony extends his hand to you. As you head for the door you run into the waiter who is carrying the bottle of champagne Tony ordered. “We’re going to be taking that to go.”

The waiter hands him the bottle. “Of course, sir. Shall I put it on your tab?”

“That would be great, thanks,” Tony calls as he escorts you outside.

You stop walking as Tony pops open the bottle. “So you don’t like that restaurant yet somehow you have a tab there?” you ask, crossing your arms.

“Well, I get dinner there sometimes but I don’t think it’s for us, you know?”

“Us?”

“Yes...us.” Tony nods, taking a swig from the bottle and handing it to you. “I know a place you’ll like a whole lot better.”

You and Tony walk along the empty, city streets hand in hand, passing each other champagne every once in a while for a quick sip. He intends on taking you to a different place to eat and he comes to a halt right outside a burger joint. He holds his hands up high, displaying the front of the restaurant to you with a goofy grin on his face.

“This is the place?” you chuckle. Tony nods eagerly. “I love it.”

Tony leads you through the doors and drops you off in a brightly colored booth. You drink from the champagne bottle as you watch Tony order two burgers and fries at the front register. You admire the way he communicates with people so nicely and confidently. Those are the qualities you love about Tony and they play a huge part in why you fell for him in the first place. It’s unbelievable to you that Tony is so kind to the point where he is willing to help out a friend that just got stood up. Not only that, but he took you to a place where you and him can have fun. You shake your head and gulp down another sip from the drink, knowing Tony Stark has you in so much trouble.

He returns a few minutes later with your meal. The two of you eat the greasy food, enjoying every second of it. You down almost the entire bottle of alcohol and it’s evident you’re both getting increasingly tipsy after every gulp. Tony tells you hilarious stories and cracks jokes that make you laugh so hard it hurts. He listens to you share anecdotes about your life and loves hearing the way you talk about your friends and family. You lose track of time and soon you’re being kicked out of the restaurant as it closes.

Tony stumbles beside you on the sidewalk as the two of you giggle from the drunkenness. He notices you shivering in the cold air of the night and removes his suit jacket, wrapping it around your bare shoulders. You offer him an adoring smile. “Thanks, Tony.”

He brushes it off. “No problem.”

“No, really,” you say. “Thank you so much for everything tonight.”

“You don’t need to thank me, “ he clarifies. “I...I wanted...to come tonight and I ended up having an even better time than expected.”

You grin at his words, your cheeks heating up at the thought of knowing Tony enjoyed a date with you. You know it isn’t because of the alcohol or the fact that you and Tony are great friends, this is truly genuine. He takes your hand again as you walk, nearing your apartment building. You come to a stop and turn to look at Tony when you reach your home.

“Well...this is me.”

“I really did have a wonderful time with you tonight, Y/N,” he reassures.

“So did I,” you respond, looking deep into his brown eyes.

“I’d definitely like to take you out again sometime...” he adds, glancing down at your lips. “...on another date.”

Your eyes fall on his lips as well and the two of you lean forward slowly. His soft lips fall onto yours gently for a sweet, loving kiss. The kiss quickly grows deeper and more passionate as he brings a hand up to the side of your face to pull you closer into him. When he pulls away you can tell he is reluctant. Your eyes remain closed and you can hear him catching his breath.

“Goodnight, Tony,” you whisper with a grin. You slowly back away from him towards your building.

“Goodnight, Y/N.” He returns your smile and walks off excitedly with confident steps. You’re so thankful that you got stood up tonight.

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yourplasticlittlespastic · 5 years ago

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ᴏᴜʀ ᴡᴇʙ ᴏꜰ ʟᴏᴠᴇ – Peter Parker fanfic (8/of many)

𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 SERIES

fricking

minutes

sitting on the floor waiting for my dad to get out, waiting for some answers, thinking about what he's there where Peter Parker lives...

"Yeah, I know my way out" dad's voice rings in the hall and I hear the door creaking "Thanks for that walnut date loaf May! Peter needs to talk to you about an excursion coming up!" I see through a corner that my dad closes the door. What I do know? should I follow him? or should I knock on Peter's door...

As soon as he enters the lift, I take out my phone and call Happy.

"Hap, hey...where are you?"

"In the tower now, security stuff"

I sigh not taking my eyes from the door "well, just wanted to tell you I'm just arriving at the house, safe and sound"

"Oh god, that's great, do not tell your dad about this ok?"

"Of course, I'm going to eat something and just do homework, have fun" I end the call and step in front of the apartment debating whether to knock or not

But I do knock. Instinctively I knock. And feel panic running in my veins. What should I tell him? I need to think of an excuse quickly. But I'm startled when the door opens revealing the same woman I saw. Wavy hair with soft highlights, white blouse and she's young.

"Hello!" She flashes her pearly teeth at me

"He-Hey, I'm Tannie and I'm looking for Peter Parker uh ... I... need his help with a tech situation" I smile at her, she seems nice

"Oh of course dear, come in. I'm May, Peter's aunt" She crooks her hand for me to step in "Is Peter waiting for you?"

I rub my hands nervously "Yes! he... is"

"Perfect, I'm preparing some salad if you want to... want something to drink?" she walks to the kitchen and quickly scan the area "oh! I know what you'll love, I prepared some walnut date loaf, pretty good recommendations" she winks at me in the kitchen

I nod "Yes please, you're very kind" I smile at her and she offers me a plate with a piece of loaf

She gently pushes me in front of the hall "C' mere... that's his door" she points out

I mouth a soft 'thank you' and proceed to step further. Quickly opening the door. The first thing I catch a glimpse of is his very messy desk. I slide myself inside and shut the door behind me. He looks up sitting n his chair and he almost falls

"Ta...Tannie! what are you doing here?" he clears his throat trying to stop his wobbly voice

"I need help with a project and I asked Ned for your address...I hope that's ok..." I innocently shrug and he stands up walking in front of me

"oh yeah sure!" he rubs his hands in his pants and quickly spins to awkwardly organize the chaotic blankets in his twin bed "please take a sit, sorry it's a little messy hehe"

I snort and stride to perch myself in the edge of the bed "it's ok... nice house, your aunt is friendly and young..." I bring the small piece of food to my mouth

"Maybe you shouldn't eat that" he points at the loaf in my mouth "she's not the best cook" he breathily laughs and the bitter taste actually confirms it but I painfully swallow it "so... uh, what do you need help with?" he shifts in his chair

"Oh yeah" I take my backpack and open it, taking a notebook

It's now or never

"I'm stuck in this question you see... what was my dad doing here?" I dart my eyes to his contracted pupils and unblinking eyes

"wha... what do you mean... Tannie?" he coughs and slumps his back against the chair

"I saw my dad's car downstairs and then I followed him and he comes here and it happens that this is where you live... coincidence?"

"He... umm... I applied for an internship at your dad's foundation October foundation?"

"September" I correct

"That and uh ... I got accepted so he came here to congratulate me and to tell me about a trip I'm doing...work yeah" He stares back at me, still no blinking, I see how he doesn't even flinch when he speaks

Well, you got your answers spying Tannie. Was waiting for something juicier.

I scratch my head "Oh... cool I guess...well, congratulations Peter. My dad's a little tricky to work with but you'll be great. Wait, wait... a trip?"

He leans forward, shoulders and hands relaxing "Yeah is part of the internship, to Germany..."

Germany? isn't where the Barnes/Rogers situation is taking place?

I quickly blink "When are you going?"

"He told me that tomorrow... so I don't know for how many days may be just the weekend? Need to talk to May though"

I stay quiet processing everything, what are my dad's intentions? Something smells fishy.

His snort breaks my train of thoughts "You really don't need help with something right?"

"mmm nope, just an excuse"

A knock outside his door booms and I close my backpack again

"Come in!!" Peter shouts

I rapidly scan his bedroom. Dartboard in his wall. Thick books about Algebra and clothes and shoes swinging in the racks of his built-on closet.

"Hi, guys just checking in!" May slowly waves at us

"Everything is fine, Peter helped me, he's so smart" I stand up placing my backpack in my back "I need to go now but I'll see you tomorrow, thanks for the help"

"You're leaving?" Peter lifts his brows

"Yeah, my dad will worry where I am" I spin to May "but thank you for the loaf and for receiving me"

"Anytime honey, let me walk you to the door" she palms my back

I leave the building immersed in thoughts and questions without answers. An internship, a trip to Germany? I walk to the crowded subway breathing the thick and hot air below. After some minutes of being squished between people, I finally step outside where the crisp air of the day hits the light layer of sweat in the back of my neck. I hurry up and walk across the big garden. I place my hand in the bio-reader and tiptoe to my room.

I stay still for a moment, catching my breath and throwing my backpack aside. The sound of steps coming closer makes me slide to the corner of my bed. The door opens revealing my dad.

"Hey!"

"T... where were you? thought you were at the D+A room but no?

"I just arrived from Harley's house... this robotic thing we're doing it's time-consuming" I gulp

He nods and strolls sitting beside me "oh yeah! how is he by the way?"

"He's fine, a pain the 'private parts'"

He snorts gently patting my head "Told you...listen, I'm flying today again to Germany..."

I sigh rubbing my temple "Something smells fishy, dad"

He winces sniffing his hands "Are you sure? I ate sushi in the car but I washed my hands"

"I'm serious dad, what are you not telling me? something is wrong, first the bomb, then Barnes scaping and Steve and Sam following him?"

"It's way more complicated than that Tannie," he tells me with a serious voice

"Then try me, I can't stand being in the dark and not when it's about people I love"

He rocks himself in the mattress and sighs "Let's just say that Steve is wrong about a lot of things ok? he's protecting a dangerous man who was years ago his best friend but that man doesn't even recognize him now and I need to stop him before he actually goes from Captain America to the Criminal of America"

My eyes go wide "You're going to arrest him?"

"I-I don't know but, I have some plans. Time is running and let's just say that the United States of America gave me 36 hours to control this situation... Tannie, please... this situation is bad..." he stands up and walks to the door "I need to go now, take care"

With that, he leaves the compound. I silently stare at the jet waiting for him. His body steps inside and I lean my forehead against the glass. Maybe I can talk to Steve? Sam? This is going to end badly... I can feel it. I look up at the sound of the turbines and the jet takes off.

The sudden remembrance of what I said to Spider-Man yesterday pops into my mind. I have two choices. To do nothing or to try to do something. A deep sigh full of frustration escapes my lips and I walk to my room again, unwillingly taking my books to start studying.

Flipping pages and devouring the chapters, dusk begins to settle outside the compound. The rumble of my stomach waking me so I pace to the kitchen spotting Wanda reading a book and a very creepy Vision staring at her. I start preparing a sandwich when the boom of an explosion makes my body jump. All pairs of eyes fixated outside where a cloud of smoke and fire starts growing.

I quickly jog to the window, Wanda following behind "What is it?"

"Both stay here, please" Vision goes through the window to check

I open my mouth to ask Wanda but in the blink of an eye, she briskly spins me behind her. I see how she compels a knife and throws it. My eyes manage to catch the fast moment and the air stops in my throat seeing Clint pushing the knife away.

"Guess I shoulda knocked"

I jog next to him. Giving him an 'it's been a while' hug

"Oh my god! What are you doing here?" Wanda gasps probably relieved she didn't kill him

Clint rapidly walks forward "Disappointing my kids" He shoots arrows to both sides of the room "I'm supposed to go water-skiing. Cap needs our help. Come on" He grabs Wanda's arm but stops in his feet turning to me "Lock the doors, you stay here, didn't see anything"

But before I could protest Vision goes through the wall.

"Clint! You should not be here"

With a sigh, he fully spins around "Really? I retire for, what, like five minutes, and it all goes to shit" his eyes leaving Vision and go to me "you didn't hear that"

"Please consider the consequences of your action" Vision slowly walks meters from us

"Okay, they're considered" suddenly Vision is electrocuted by the arrows Clint threw making me flinch at the sound "Okay, we gotta go"

I bet my eyes are as wide as they could be, I'm seeing the scene not knowing what should I do. I see how Clint runs but Wanda regretfully sees the tensed body of Vison under the shocks.

"It's this way" Clint points

"I've caused enough problems," Wanda says with her thick accent, Clint frowns jogging to her

"You gotta help me, Wanda. Look, you wanna mope, can go to high school"

"Hey!!" I gasp

"Sorry kid...You wanna make amends, you get off your ass... shit!" Vision breaks from the electric field with the mind stone and immediately pushes Clint to the floor.

Wanda spins to me "maybe you should go to your room...?"

I nod walking backwards around the fight scenario in front of me "yeah, don't worry I'll be there and I won't say a thing" she nods gratefully

Clint's grunts are behind me as I walk to the hall. My lips curving at the crazy idea I have. I reach to my room but only lock the doorknob and close it from the outside.

"I'm doing this...I'm doing this..."I whisper to myself pondering what I'm just about to do

I get out of the house only with the clothes I'm wearing and my phone, I see a car parked outside... this is where they plan to leave, luckily it's unlocked so I open the trunk and get inside. Yep, this is my plan. I rock my body to a more comfortable position and kick whatever is pinching t my back. I take out my phone and text Happy:

After some minutes Clint's disembodied voice appears "Come on"

I cover my mouth hearing how the doors shut. The engine begins to vibrate and the car moves forward. There's no turning back this time. I'm going to where they're going. Period

"What's our next stop?" Wanda asks the same question I have

"San Francisco, California... I know a guy who lent me a jet"

The drive was short and I hear Clint getting of the car and Wanda as well.

"There's a convenience store, you want anything? there's no food at the plane" Clint's voice sounds closer to the back of the car

"I come with you, need some gum," Wanda says and I wait at least two minutes

I half-open the trunk slowly peeking through the small opening. The blinking lights of the small store at the end of the area. With a double check that there's no one there, I fully open the trunk and swing my legs to the ground and close it behind me. My breath getting heavier as I spin to search for the jet Clint was talking about. My legs start running as soon as I spot it in the corner of the runway. I see the attached stairs so I get inside. My eyes hurriedly scan the space to find where I could myself in.

I lower myself to see the pair getting out of the store so I crawl to the end of the jet. I look up to find a closet just in front of the bathroom. I open it and smile when I see it's the perfect size to get in. A small area for me to sit. I curl my body to the confined space and quickly close the door sliding the lock. No light coming inside.

Clint and Wanda start talking but the closet door stifles their voices. In silence, the jet begins to move and the turbines high pitch sound begins to fill the air. Slowly, my body feels the tilting of the takeoff, my stomach rumbling until I doze off.

My head bangs with the wall so I instantly wake up from the pain.

"Auch!" I rub the back of my head uncomfortable stretching my back

"His house's over there, I'll park this thing here...let me go talk to him..." Clint says just in front of the closet I'm in

10 minutes

15 minutes

I lean my ear to the door to hear properly

"Seriously he remembers me? that's so cool man!" someone says with excitement

"yeah yeah, make yourself comfortable, it's a long flight"

"Oh hi! I'm Scott Lang!"

"Wanda Maximoff"

"Wait..." Scott pauses and I hear he walks closer to the closet

Shit

"are those Hot Cheetos? Man, I love them, can I have some?"

"Uh, sure..."

I want Hot Cheetos too...

It's been an eternity now and I'm getting tempted to play something on my phone but I don't have too much battery so I try to sleep. What time is it in New York? 6:30 am, I should put my world clock to the German time zone now... I'm going to sleep, it's the only thing to do here.

Again my head bangs into the wall making me twist my eyes in pain.

"We're here"

No kidding Clint

"Let me see if I can start a car so we can go to the airport"

"Hey, wake up Scott, we're here" Wanda whispers and I try to stay as quiet as possible to hear

"Jesus, that was so fast, I'm so sleepy right now... by the way, where are we going?"

"Need your help tiny man," Clint says

"It's Ant-man" the man called Scotts corrects. Their voices fading away

There's silence. So I lightly open the door and peek once again, it's empty. I crawl to the door which luckily it's still connected with some stairs. I peer my eyes and see them walking to the parking lot beside the jet. I take advantage that they're facing back at me so I run downstairs quietly following them. I stop when they stop, hiding behind a car. I lift my head and see Clint trying to open the door of a white van. Two kicks more and it slides open motioning Scott and Wanda to get in.

How on earth I'm going to get there?

"Wait!" I hear Scott yelling "I need to go to the bathroom, please"

Clint groans in frustration "Why You didn't go on the plane?"

"I was sleeping genius, jet lag is a bitch!" I softly laugh at his statement and see Clint rolling his eyes

"Well go on, we don't have much time" Clint sighs and walks away, taking his phone and dialing

Now it's only you Wanda...

She rambles through the parking lot only to lean against the other side of the van. This is my chance.

I lower myself as if I'm squatting. Slowly, I approach the van and look to where Clint is. Still talking and Scott meters away. I pinch my lips getting one foot inside praying it doesn't creak. I slide into the back of the van and crawl below the last pair of seats. I curl my legs to my chest and scoot all the way to the corner so no one can see me. Fortunately, the seats in front of me are blocking the sight

"Thanks, guys, my bladder is thankful with you," Scott says sitting in the seats in front of me

"Iugh" Wanda whispers, her voice farther than Scott's

"Ok, next stop Leipzig/Halle airport," Clint says and I pat my pocket and take my phone to search for the airport.

Stupid, I know. But it's until I see the small dot of where I am is when it fully hits me that I'm in fricking Germany and probably grounded until my 80th birthday.

"I'll be sleeping ok? ok..." Scott mumbles

The drive was quiet, except for my stomach twisting in despair. I feel how the van turns too many times until it stops.

"... We're here, level B2, yeah see you in some minutes Cap"Clint breaks the silent atmosphere " they're coming"

"Good... should I wake him?" Wanda snorts

"Nah, let him dream with ants a little bit longer"

It wasn't that long. A rusty engine pops just outside. Another car is approaching. The driver's and co-pilot's door open so I try as hard as I can to hear what's happening outside.

"Cap" Clint speaks, a knot in my chest knowing I'm going to see Steve

"You know I wouldn't have called If I had any other choice" His gravelly voice appears

"Hey man, you're doing me a favor. Besides, I owe a debt" Clint answers

"Thanks for having my back"

"It was time to get off my ass" Wanda speaks

"How about our other recruit?" Steve asks

I hear someone walking to the van and sliding the door, making the light abruptly appear.

"He's rarin' to go...Had to put a little coffee in him, but... he should be good"

I see Scott's body abruptly getting up

"What timezone is this?" Scott says with a drowsy voice

"Come on... Come on..." Clint says and I see Scott walking away leaving the door open

"Captain America!!"

"Mr. Lang"

"It's an honor. I'm shaking your hand too long. Wow! This is awesome! Captain America!... I know you, too. You're great!... Jeez. Ah, look, I wanna say, I know you know a lot of super people, so . . . thanks for thinking of me...Hey, man!" Scott's wobbly voice makes me smile

"What's up, Tic Tac?" Oh man, Sam is here too...

"Uh, good to see you. Look, what happened last time when I-"

"It was a great audition, but it'll . . . it'll never happen again" Sam laughs

"They tell you what we're up against?" Steve asks Scott and I try to slide out of the narrow space

"Something about some . . . psycho-assassins?"

I stop. What? what is he talking about? they must have talked about it while I was sleeping.

"We're outside the law on this one. So, if you come with us, you're a wanted man" Steve adds

Now or never Tannie...

"Yeah, well, what else is new?" Scott says

I cough a little and try to stretch my numb legs gaining some balance and peeking my head out

"Hi!" I simply say and everyone's eyes widen looking at me, even Sam jumping back

Scott raises his hands "oh God! I swear we didn't kidnap a girl!... I don't even know her!!"

Steve sighs, his shoulders heavily dropping "no... that's Tony Stark's daughter" Steve says staring at me

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