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zoyaofthegardvn · 2 years

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Where the Storm Lands (1)

A/N: Here is the first chapter in a multi-part fanfic featuring a Zoya Nazyalensky x reader plot line! Some chapters will be smutty, and I will be diverging from canon to better fit the story I want to write. I can't promise a lot of consistency with posting, but this is a story I am excited to put out there!

Chapter 1:

There is nothing that can compare to the overwhelming dread that consumes one as they are confronted with the vastness of the Shadow Fold for the first time. Some soldiers are lucky, their regiments are not sent into the Tulya Valley, they do not have to face the dreaded Unsea and its horrors. The forcible divide in Ravka is not their enemy, the ghosts of its all-consuming power do not haunt them as it haunts the soldiers ordered to make the crossing.

On the edge of a crowded road, suffering the inner-turmoil of duty to country and duty to self, is Y/N. Next to her, her best friend and fellow cartographer, Alina Starkov. Above them, the sun shines strong and bright, but not enough to illuminate any part of the Fold. When Y/N glances over, she notices Alina shivering in her coat.

Taking a deep breath, Y/N turns to face her. “Alina, is it possible that you’re actually more afraid than I am?”

With a roll of her eyes, Alina responds. “Is it a competition?”

“No, I suppose it isn’t. I just want to lighten the mood.”

Alina sighs, and links her arm through Y/N’s. “I know, I’m sorry. You know I always laugh at your jokes. I’m just not usually faced with impending death when I do.”

And there it is. Once again, that wave of fear and paranoia threatens to topple Y/N, to bring her crashing to the ground, struggling to breathe, ready to beg and plead for her life. No, Y/N does not want to make the crossing. But she has been ordered to do so, and so she will, for her loyalty to Ravka comes before her sense of self-preservation. She wonders if this is a feeling that is right and true, or if it’s been drilled into her so much that it’s started to feel natural. Duty to Ravka, loyalty to Ravka, allegiance to Ravka. But then, where do Ravka and Y/N converge?

Alina and Y/N have hardly made it ten feet down the dusty barren road, when Malyen Oretsev joins the pair, slinging an arm over Alina’s shoulders. Instantly, the mood feels lighter. Mal takes nothing seriously, and that sort of disregard is infectious to the two girls who have known him all his life. Life is better, easier, when the three of them are together. Life feels conquerable, and it feels like they don’t only belong to Ravka, but to one another, too.

Y/N walks ahead of her friends, turning around and noting the pink tint to Alina’s cheeks under the arm of her first love. Not that Mal knows this, though. Y/N is sworn to secrecy, and would never betray Alina like that anyway. But, Y/N never promised to not play matchmaker.

Between laughs, Y/N calls to the two. “I’m going to go on ahead. Alina, I’ll try to find our tent and make sure we’ve got cots.”

Mal shakes his head at her. “You’re no fun, this could be our last day alive and you so readily leave us, for what? An early night in?” Mal feigns heartache, unwrapping his arm from around Alina and bringing it to his chest. “That hurts.”

Alina swings a weak fist around, landing it on Mal’s arm. “Not funny.”

Mal shrugs. “I think it’s funny, and a valid point.”

Y/N has stopped walking, suddenly ashamed that they’d think she’d leave them. But, isn’t it easier this way? She wants to pretend like nothing about this mission is out of the ordinary, that tomorrow she’ll wake up, on a cot next to Alina, Mal walking into their tent, grumbling about them needing to wake up. They’ll find a meager breakfast together, Mal will go track, and Y/N and Alina will map something, whatever they’re told, their drawings never to be used. It will be routine, simple and safe.

But, as much as she tries, Y/N cannot ignore the falseness of this entirely. Better to pretend it isn’t happening, to let Alina have some time alone with the man that she loves, than to face the sickening urge to say goodbye to them tonight.

“That’s not what I’m doing, but I want a cot next to Alina, and the food will be nearly gone before they allow lowly First Army soldiers any rations. We’ll meet up again tonight, the three of us. I’ll find you both later.” Y/N accepts Alina’s and Mal’s nods before turning back around, facing the road, with the Shadow Fold taunting her just beyond the encampment.

Though it took longer than she’d have liked, Y/N found the cartographer’s tents after noticing a First Army soldier lugging some rolled up maps into one. Thanking the saints, Y/N found two unoccupied cots next to one another, and dumped her things across them both. Though, more than likely, Alina would climb into her’s, or Y/N into Alina’s. While they’d both claim that it just got cold at night, they’d both be needing the comfort before the journey ahead.

After claiming the two cots, she begins to pick her way through tents, soldiers, and supplies, beginning the search for food. She starts by moving inward, hoping the army would centralize the food, causing soldiers and Grisha both to flock to the middle. Thankfully, she can see that she’s right. Y/N can see a tent in the distance, a line emerging out of it on one side, others flocking around the edges, mingling with one another. But not speaking much, it’s hard to find anything to speak about that isn’t the inevitability of death or failure.

The camp isn’t completely silent, though. Y/N hears some hoots and hollers, the occasional laughter. It must be coming from the soldiers who’ve made the crossing before, who’ve got the scars the prove it and the fearlessness to keep testing their luck.

If I survive this, please, let me never have to do it again. It’s a mantra at this point, after repeating it to herself so many times. It’s grounding, and the possibility of survival is enough to keep her sane. The knowledge that people have crossed the Fold and come back, it’s enough. It will have to be.

Finding where the winding line ends, Y/N places herself behind some other soldiers, prepared to wait a while, likely to only accept scraps. Looking around, it isn’t hard to differentiate the First Army soliders from the Second Army. Other than the ornate keftas that distinguish the Grisha, Y/N also notices how much happier they look. They travel in packs of fellow Grisha, smiling, laughing, practicing their Grisha magic where all can see. It’s likely they want to make any First Army soldiers jealous, but it only makes Y/N annoyed. She doubts that any of them are hungry like she is, she doubts that any of them had to hurry to claim a place to sleep tonight, that any of them will be restless due to fear of the Fold. No, she’s not jealous. She thinks she’s just angry.

She notices one Grisha in particular, one that stands out from the rest. Her kefta is blue with silver detailing, marking her as a squaller. She seems especially powerful, creating strong gusts of wind that wipe out every target laid before her. She looks important, too. She’s giving orders to the Grisha around her, giving lessons to the Grisha she spars with. As much as Y/N hates to admire the Grisha, she can’t help but notice how beautiful this one is. She’s tall with glossy, wavy, raven dark hair. She has a commanding presence, eyes so deep blue they lure you in. Y/N knows that if she were standing just a bit closer, if she were apart of her inner circle, she wouldn’t be able to help being enraptured by the girl.

She doesn’t realize how hard she’s staring until the Grisha’s gaze lands on her own. Y/N feels her cheeks warm, immediately dropping her eyes. It’s best to not antagonize a Grisha, especially when it is clear how powerful they are. After a few beats have passed, Y/N slowly looks back, just to see if the girl is bounding over, prepared to start a fight Y/N knows she cannot win. But, she’s not. She’s still staring at Y/N, blue eyes taking her in, looking her up and down. Y/N heats under her gaze, and when the Grisha’s eyes return to her own, the girl smirks before turning back to her cohort. Y/N has no idea what to make of this, and just feels lucky to make it out of the interaction unscathed.

The line moves a bit faster than Y/N expected, and once she gets to the soldiers responsible for serving, she realizes it is not a good thing. The tent smells of sweat and slop, and when Y/N picks up a tray, she notices some questionable leftover stains.

She rubs it off with her sleeve and approaches the man behind the table. Holding her tray out, he scoops up an interesting looking serving of what Y/N can only describe as mush. It plops onto her tray, and she looks down at it like it’s grown legs and a mouth and started talking. The man clearly has no patience. “That’s it for tonight, move along. Lots of mouths to feed.” She has no desire to argue, and leaves.

Once seated on the ground outside, Y/N eats what she believes to be a combination of potatoes, some other vegetables, and maybe some sort of gravy that had been made with whatever the trackers had found recently. It was not her favorite meal the army had served, but it filled her and kept her warm. Placing the tray next to her, she brings her knees up, wrapping her arms around them, resting her head on top. It has gotten noticeably darker now, enough to have to rely on the fires and lamps of the camp for light.

Minutes are passing quickly, Y/N knows she’s likely to doze off in the position she’s in. She cannot make herself care. She knows she should go looking for Alina and Mal, spend the rest of the evening with them as she promised. But again, that crippling fear of saying goodbye nags at her, and it keeps her seated.

The noises of the camp have become nothing but background noise now, and Y/N can feel some form of relaxation begin to take over. Then, the sound of approaching footsteps. They don’t sound to be in a hurry, so Y/N does not look up. They’re likely to walk right by, who would be looking for a First Army cartographer, anyway?

The steps are closer and closer, until Y/N does begin to get a bit nervous. And then, they stop, at what must be right next to her. She can feel eyes on her, it prickles the back of her neck. She slowly lifts her head from her arms, seeing a pair of black boots standing a few feet away. The hem of a blue kefta hangs nearby, and Y/N trails her eyes up until she’s met with the face of the Grisha she’d watched earlier. She’s all the more beautiful when this close. Oh saints. She’s come to confront me about staring. She waited until I was alone, and it was dark and quiet. She’s come for the fight I expected earlier. Somehow, this thought is scarier than any of the Fold.

The Grisha towers above her, hands behind her back. “Hello, soldier.” She speaks, the smirk evident in her voice if it had not been so plain on her face.

Y/N looks around, wondering if she’s talking to someone else. She has to be talking to someone else. But, of course, there is no one around.

The girl rolls her eyes, though it doesn’t feel truly annoyed. “I am talking to you, you know.” She glances at the discarded tray on the ground. “That couldn’t have been good. I’ve seen what they give your like.” Before Y/N can be offended by that, she keeps speaking, moving her arms to her front. In her hands, a bowl of fruit. “I’m sure you’re hungry. Come back to my tent? I have my own.” She bends at the knees, putting herself level with Y/N. Their eyes meet, her’s impossibly blue. Y/N feels the stare in the pit of her stomach.

“I-I don’t know. Why? I mean, we don’t know each other. Are you upset about earlier, I didn’t mean to stare.” Y/N cannot prevent the shake to her voice.

The girl scoffs. “If I was angry, would I be inviting you to my tent?”

“I suppose not.”

“No. I wouldn’t. I’ve plenty of food, it’s getting a bit cold out here. It would be much warmer…” Her voice trails off, leaving Y/N guessing at the implications.

“I have some friends I promised to meet tonight. They’ll be worried if I don’t find them.”

“We can be friends. Is it that you don’t know me? My name’s Zoya. What can I call you?”

“Y/N.”

She makes a humming sound, like she’s rolling the name around in her mouth. “Pretty name for a pretty girl.”

Y/N just stares, she knows the blush on her face has got to be visible from across the camp.

“Look, Y/N. I’m not one to beg. So, I’ll go now. I do hope you’ll follow.”

The girl, Zoya, rises to her full height. She picks a grape from the bowl, popping it into her mouth, then winks and turns away.

Is she… did she just flirt with me? Y/N, in the few seconds she watches Zoya stalk off, weighs her options. She can turn the other way, find Alina and Mal. She can spend the rest of the evening with them. She can try hard not to cry at the thought of losing them. She can let it feel like it’s a well and true goodbye. She can potentially interrupt whatever is happening with Alina and Mal right this moment.

Or, she can follow Zoya. She can eat better than she’s had in months, be in a warm tent not crowded with bodies. She can spend the evening with a pretty girl, one who clearly finds Y/N pretty, too. She can pretend like she’s as important as a Grisha for just one night.

Two options, both what Y/N wants. She looks at the pathetic tray on the ground, at all the soldiers in the camp, at the edges of the Fold in the distance, at Zoya walking away, slowly, but fast enough to make it clear she won’t turn around.

Saints. Y/N gets up, and she follows her.

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therenlover · 3 years

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Characters/Fandoms I will write for currently

💙 = I’m Currently Super Inspired To Write For This Character

Marvel/X-Men

Bucky Barnes

Loki

Peter Maximoff 💙

Pietro Maximoff

Helmut Zemo 💙

Hank McCoy

Ralph Bohner 💙

Vision

American Horror Story

Tate Langdon

Kit Walker 💙

Kyle Spencer (Pre- and Post- Death)

Jimmy Darling 💙

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Kai Anderson

Fallout 4

Nick Valentine

Hancock

Star Wars

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Finn

Han Solo

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Enjolras - Les Miserables

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Imagines - REQUESTS CLOSED

Songs From Musicals Y/N Would Sing To The Evans

Characters: Tate Langdon, Kit Walker, Kyle Spencer, Jimmy Darling, James Patrick March, Kai Anderson, Peter Maximoff

Rating: T

How The Evans (+ Quicksilver) Would React To Yoplait’s New Gushers Yogurt

Characters: Tate Langdon, Kit Walker, Kyle Spencer, Jimmy Darling, James Patrick March, Rory Monahan, Kai Anderson, Peter Maximoff

Rating: T

Would The Danny Bunch Survive A Holiday With My Family?

Characters: Laszlo Kreizler, Alex Kerner, Niki Lauda, Andrea Marowski, Ernst Schmidt, Helmut Zemo

Rating: T

Headcanons - REQUESTS CLOSED

Modern! AU Armitage Hux Boyfriend Headcanons

Zemo With A Well Dress S/O Headcanons

Zemo Getting Jealous Headcanons

Oneshots - REQUESTS CLOSED

Marvel/X-Men

Helmut Zemo

One Last Night In Madripoor

Synopsis: Baron Helmut Zemo is a lonely, wanted man looking for some fun, you’re a piss-poor bounty hunter in search of a connection before leaving your life of crime behind, and fate has brought you together at a party the likes of which has never been seen before. You only have one night left in Madripoor, so why not take a chance?

Rating: 18+

Word Count: 4200~

Still Some Catching Up To Do

Synopsis: As a member of the criminal underworld, people walk out of your life all the time. Some are killed, others kill themselves, most get caught and only a couple get out of the life unscathed, disappearing into the world never to be seen again. Very few walk back in. So when your supposedly incarcerated ex-lover, the Winter Soldier, and the Falcon waltzed through your door and made you murder your boss, needless to say, you were surprised and more than a little bit pissed.

Rating: 16+

Word Count: 6800~

Nine Years Starved

Synopsis: It had been a little over nine years since Helmut Zemo lost his family, his country, and his sanity. Nine years since his last kiss. Nine years since he felt like a human man. Finally, he was ready to start over again, but first, he had to pay his penance back where it all began; Novi Grad. That’s when, by the grace of the fates, he met you.

Rating: G

Word Count: 7000~

Daddy Dearest

Synopsis: Not everyone gets lucky enough to go from being a broke college student in New York to being the sugar baby to literal royalty, but not everyone is you. Most people would be worried about messing things up or losing him to someone else, but you knew he would never find another baby just like you. Besides, you knew exactly what to do to keep him wrapped around your little finger. He may have been the daddy, but you pulled the reins.

Rating: 18+

Word Count: 8000~

In Fleeting Touches & Airy Sighs

Part One Part Two Part Three Part Four

Synopsis: As a wanted man, Helmut Zemo spends most of his time jumping from place to place in the hopes of avoiding a trip back to prison. Unfortunately, that means he can’t always be home in your arms. When he is, though, in the rare moments of calm, you’re reminded of just how worth it it’s been to wait, even if that wait was only shortened by the arrival of your enemies.

Rating: 18+

Word Count: 35,700~

Two Bodies In The Rain

Synopsis: It was raining the day you finally had to admit your feelings to Helmut. You hated to tell him the way you did, under the grey skies as your blood pooled below you, but at least you knew, in the end, he had seen the real you, even just once. That was enough.

Rating: T

Word Count: 5600~

Rest

Synopsis: Living life on the lam with your escaped super-villain lover means things rarely slow down enough for a real rest. When the exhaustion starts to take its toll on you, though, he knows exactly what to do to ease the pain. He may not be a good man, but he’s a good husband when it counts.

Rating: T

Word Count: 3200~

American Horror Story

Jimmy Darling

Red Nights In Jupiter

Synopsis: At the end of another long day, you fall into bed with Jimmy Darling. The men you served throughout the day don’t matter then, nor do the coins in the mason jar by the door, or the women scheduled to attend Jimmy’s next Tupperware party. No, in that quiet darkness it’s just you and the man you love, bone-tired and happy to be home. Who could ask for more?

Rating: 16+

Word Count: 3000~

James Patrick March

Heartsick

Synopsis: When you fall ill, James is given a forceful awakening about how he’s been neglecting your needs and what he must do to prevent harm from befalling you again.

Rating: 16+

Word Count: 3700~

In Sickness And In Health

Synopsis: Normally people don’t have their wedding and funeral on the same day, but you and James don’t quite have a normal relationship, do you? Besides, you wouldn’t wanna go any other way.

Rating: 18+

Word Count: 5500~

Fallout 4

Currently Empty

Star Wars

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Assorted/Random

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Long Form Works/Series

Young Artist!Zemo AU

Chapter One: The Boy With The Easel

Synopsis: About a month into your first semester at Novi Grad’s top university, you finally meet the strange young man that you’ve taken to calling “easel boy” in the back of a bookshop. From a distance, he always seemed cold and aloof. As you get to know him, though, you realize things aren’t always what they seem.

Rating: T

Word Count: 7000~

Till Forever Falls Apart (A Peter Maximoff/Reader Series)

Chapter One: Welcome Home

Synopsis: As if getting thrown through the multiverse, trapped in an attic (albeit a cool one), mind-controlled to manipulate his grieving sister, and subsequently dragged out of Westview “for his own safety” by the FBI wasn’t enough, Peter Maximoff has now been shipped off to New York to live with a glorified baby sitter like some tragic orphan in a comic book until they find a way to get him back home. Things are not always as they seem, though, and this change might just be for the better.

Rating: T

Word Count: 2400~

Chapter Two: The Doctor Is In

Synopsis: Peter’s first few days in his new home are mostly uneventful, so he decides it’s the perfect time to dust off his running goggles and steal some shit. The building with the massive circular stained glass window seems like a great place to start! People with buildings that lavish are usually rich and weak, so what could possibly go wrong?

Rating: T

Word Count: 2800~

Chapter Three: It’s Always Been You

Synopsis: After a month of adapting to his new universe, Peter Maximoff can confidently say that he likes his new life more than his old one. Sure, he misses home sometimes, but he’s been far too busy flirting with his new roommate to spend time crying over the things he’s lost. Everything is smooth sailing until a strange journal in his roommate’s study leaves him with more questions than he knows what to do with. Now he’s on a mission to discover who he’s really living with before she has the chance to turn against him.

Rating: T

Word Count: 8600~

Chapter Four: Before You Go

Synopsis: Peter, after days of contemplation, has realized that part of him loves Y/N no matter what she is or what she’s been through. Unfortunately, he can’t find her anywhere. When she finally returns home with the intention of leaving again, Peter realizes it’s his last chance to tell her how he really feels. Will he succeed, or will he fail to be fast enough once again?

Rating: T

Word Count: 4000~

Chapter Four And A Half: Gimme Swayze

Synopsis: Now that the issue of Y/N leaving is out of the way, and Peter has finally kissed her, he falls into the motions of learning how to love someone for the first time. It’s easier than he thought it would be.

Rating: T

Word Count; 2600~

Cakes For The Evans: A Blogging And Baking Adventure!

Kai Anderson’s Disaster Cake

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dangermousie · 2 years

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How about danmei recs for beginners?

I love this ask but it's complicated by two things:

1. Like any ask, my answer is going to be based on my specific preferences - i.e., if your taste is towards contemporary fluff, I am not your person; also everyone loves Meng Xi Shi novels except for me, etc etc.

2. Normally the n1 author recommended would be MXTX and her three novels are a great beginner choice (yes, even Scum Villain's Self Saving System; one need not be familiar with Chinese web novels t enjoy this, being a dedicated fanfic reader would do) because they are irresistibly addictive and have served as a great entry point for many, but all the fan translations have been taken down due to them being properly published by an official publisher; however only first volumes of each novel are currently out in English so there is no easily accessible complete translation out there atm.

However, moving on from these, here are some recs. All are complete either in full translation or a combination of full translation and edited machine translation which is very readable.

Sha Po Lang by Priest - Priest is a popular writer for a reason and this is by far my favorite. This is heavily plotty but set in an alternate history steampunk setting. If you like fantasy and history, it's easy to follow, not insanely long, and has a slow-burn, understated couple in a very Victorian way.

Those Years in Quest of Honor Mine by Man Man He Qi Duo - the politics is not too complicated or too dumb, and the main couple is amazing - if you do not love them both - so good, so damaged (one in much more showy way than the other but both are walking wounded), you have no heart. Once again, it's a fictional dynasty so no history knowledge is necessary.

The Dumb Husky and His White Cat Shizun (2ha) and Stains of Filth (Yuwu) by Meatbun Doesn't Eat Meat - honestly, Yuwu is probably a much better choice for a beginner, being shorter and less twisty and less gonzo but if I were ever to mention only one web novel to people, it would be 2ha - I have never read a web novel (and few of any other kind of novel) this tailored to me - so joyously gonzo, so emotionally searing, so luring you slowly into a delightfully picaresque adventure with a deeply hilarious cynical undertone and then whamming you hard and if you are like me, you find yourself crying, bawling really, going how did I get here? 2ha has a trigger warning list the size of its protagonist's equipment but it's so worth it. And so is Yuwu, a very different story with very different protagonists, but sharing 2ha's intensity and emotional heft. They have complicated narratives (especially 2ha, with its crisscrossing timelines) but nothing you can't manage if you've read fantasy novels.

Nan Chan by Tan Jiuqing - ahahaha this is being thrown off a deep end really. But sometimes that is what you need - this seemingly disjointed, deeply fantastical tale about a sentient fish and a human embodiment of a sword really is like diving into the Mariana's Trench but it gloriously pays off. And if you enjoy this, then you can def read most anything.

Mistakenly Saving the Villain by Feng Yu Nie - this is THE hurt/comfort fic of your dreams, trust me!

Golden Stage by Cai Wu Bin Bai - politics, power couple, a fast moving story. This is actually probably an easier entry point than Sha Po Lang (in some ways, it's a similar type of story) and I am ridiculously fond of it.

Wu Chang Jie by Shui Qian Cheng - once again, very mythology heavy, very long list of trigger warnings, but this is such an addictive, intense story and I love it so much, I cannot not rec it.

It's Not Easy Being a Master by Jin Xi Gu Nian - if you want to read disciple x his teacher story but can't get your hands on Scum Villain and 2ha looks too intimidating, this is a great choice. Like in the other two, disciple went evil and harmed the teacher in past timeline. Now, the teacher is being inhabited by a modern transmigrator who wants to avoid this fate; he doesn't know the disciple transmigrated too so it's gonna be hard. There are a lot of adventures, a good coherent plot and honestly a wonderfully functional OTP.

Spring Trees and Sunset Clouds by Wei Liang - this is a slow slice of life with slow healing (and some seriously dark underpinnings) and a truly good yet easy read.

How to Survive As a Villain by Yi Yi Yi Yi - a true delight about a modern person transmigrator into a book villain, who tries to survive since his original role is to torment and be killed by the protagonist. This throws the whole story delightfully off track.

And I am gonna stop now :)

#asks #cnovel

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thran-duils · 3 years

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Lost in Your Current (P.2)

Title: Lost In Your Current (Part Two) Summary: Fem!Reader x Dark!Tony Stark. After the snap, the team realizes that certain males were given Alpha status and certain females were assigned as Omegas, all across the galaxy, as a way to control procreation. Only Omega can give birth now. Both are marked and their DNA is tied through their marks. Tony lost Pepper and fell into depression after being rescued by Carol. Even the information that he could have happiness again could not pull him out. Until the loneliness and his new Alpha gene got to be too much. When Steve contacts him that his Omega had been found, Tony cannot resist to collect her. Words: 3,044 Warnings (for the whole fic): Dub-con, a/b/o elements, smut, forced mating, 18+ as always For this chapter specifically: FORCED. MATING.

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“He’s probably gotten cabin fever and the opportunity for bonding drove him to this,” Carol said, trying to be diplomatic.

“It is alpha arrogance is I what it is! I thought they – Steve and Tony and every other man I worked with that have been afflicted – were insufferable before. This just makes it all that much worse! Thinking they know what’s best and the fucking obnoxious over confidence!” Natasha spat.

Her and everyone else had woken up hours after Tony had left with Y/N. She had immediately gone to the security recordings and saw Tony entering Y/N’s room, cornering her, and knocking her out. As she fell, he activated his suit, holding her up until he could pick her up when the suit was done building around him. He used the suit to blow a hole through the wall with one of his repulsors and left the building that way, cradling Y/N. ‘He couldn’t have used a goddamn door like a normal person?’ Natasha had spat when she saw that.

She turned away from the security recordings and took a deep breath.

“Maybe it’ll be fine. Y/N was on her way to weaning off,” Carol pointed out. “Not the most chivalrous ways to go about collecting her but when she wakes up, she may be comforted by Tony’s presence. That’s the way with Omegas isn’t it? Just having him nearby will calm her.”

Natasha shook her head and pierced Carol with a stony look. Carol closed her mouth, seeing that.

Natasha started firmly, “He should have listened to me! What is more likely to happen is that he’s going to fall into a rut and then he’s going to lose control. Which means he is going to hurt her if she struggles which she is likely to do considering she is not in heat! Or off her suppressants completely in the first place, so even if she’s drawn in by him, it’s not going to be the same as if she was presented to him clear and clean. It’s not going to be good!”

“It worked out with Steve’s omega.”

“Steve locked her away – just like Tony is going to do – and I’m sure the coupling was not gentle. I saw the ghosts of bruises on her cheek and shoulder!”

“Oh…”

Carol had not gone with Natasha to check up on them and Natasha had refrained from divulging those details before.

“Should we go up to his place?” Carol asked quietly. “Get her back?”

Natasha sighed, leaning against the desk, her eyes fixated on the replay of Tony taking Y/N, seriously considering it.

Finally, she admitted, “No. That’ll just make it worse.” She slammed her hand on the desk and stood up straight. “That stupid son of a bitch! The only good thing is that we know she’s going to be safe up there in general with him because he won’t let harm come to her.”

<><><>

You woke in a luxurious bed, stretching out. Your face rubbed against the silk pillowcases, and you sighed in contentment. You sat up immediately realizing you were in a room you did not recognize. Eyes darting, you took in the wall of windows, spotting the tall trees outside and evening fog. And the large flat screen television mounted on the wall across from the bed. It was a room of wood, you realizing you were in a cabin.

The room seemed familiar though.

More accurately…. The scent was familiar. It was all over the bed.

You looked down, pulling the covers completely back, finding yourself in a t shirt and boxers. That was not what you had been wearing. You had been wearing a hospital gown…

The hospital.

It came back to you.

Not a hospital, a facility. Government secret. Natasha Romanoff, along with SHIELD, had had you under surveillance as you came off your suppressants. And then… Tony.

Your eyes looked around the room again, nervous energy thrumming beneath your skin. Where was Tony? And more importantly, where were you?

Slowly pushing the blankets back, you swung your legs over the side of the bed and your feet hit the sheepskin rug running along the side of the bed. You nestled your toes into the softness as you pushed yourself up.

A thought came to you suddenly and your hand slapped up to your neck. No. It had not been penetrated, your mating spot. You thought again of how you were in different clothes and what strength that must have taken him to dress you without taking you. Yet, you could scent him on your skin. He had not resisted touching you.

You stepped off the rug and the hardwood creaked. You grimaced but what did you expect? You took more steps towards the windows, looking down out over the yard. Dusk would fall soon. There was a vast lake, partially hidden by large trees further out. Some deer were grazing in the yard. There was no one in sight and that set you further on edge. You did not want to be alone.

Pulling away from the window, you turned to go towards the bedroom door.

Halfway down the staircase, you saw Tony sitting at the table. And he was already looking up at you, eyes piercing. You stopped on a dime, straightening up, hand gripping the iron railing. He was waiting and you took the bait.

“Where are we?”

“Our cabin.”

“‘Our’ cabin?”

Tony did not miss the resistance in your voice. He closed the hologram he was working on, fully focusing on you. “Yes. Ours… now.”

You scanned the rest of the ground floor, what you could see of it. It truly was just the two of you. You descended the rest of the stairs, keeping a wary eye out. Tony could sense your unease.

He gestured at the seat beside him. “Here. I’ll get you something to eat. Sit.”

You slowly sunk into the chair watching him as he got up and went towards the fridge. He was tense, you could see that in his shoulders. Both of you were on edge, waiting for the other shoe to drop. But the tenseness in him… that was setting the hair on your arms on end. He was worked up… too worked up.

Still, you sat still, not wanting to antagonize him any further.

He brought back a plate with hardboiled eggs and fruit, placing it in front of you. He must have peeled the eggs beforehand in anticipation of feeding you.

“Thank you,” you said gently, pulling the plate towards you.

Tony’s hand reached out, brushing yours, tracing up. And you froze. He merely inhaled deeply as his hand fell away. He had scented you again.

Oh. He was most certainly worked up about you. You knew your cycle was due, the worst time for you to be coming off of your suppressants. And he had put you in his bed, scented your skin with his sheets and his own hands to mark you as his. A warning if there happened to be any Alphas around, which you doubted. But he was possessive. You were destined to be his after all.

“Toast?” he asked.

You gave a curt nod. He set to make that for you, and you kept your eyes on his back as you bit into the egg.

<><><>

He fell asleep later in the evening and you pulled yourself off the couch. He had insisted you sat close as the two of you watched a movie. He was trying to court you, something unnatural for him you assumed having known his reputation throughout the years. He was a celebrity, how could you not know?

He did not stir, and your eyes went to the door.

<><><>

Moments after the screen door closed, FRIDAY piped up on Tony’s watch, startling him awake.

“Sir, your guest utilized the front door.”

Tony turned towards the door, shaking his grogginess. Y/N was indeed not in the cabin, and he got up from the couch quickly, moving towards the door. Rage was quickly overtaking as he thought of her trying to leave him.

<><><>

You were bolting towards the dock and came to a stop at the end of it. It was vast. And you could not spot any other houses along the lake from here. You had no hope of escaping this remote place without his help. He held the keys to the boat in the boat house and to his car.

You were truly stuck here.

“Y/N!” you heard his voice bellow across the yard.

Whipping around, you saw him quickly closing the distance.

Your heart started to hammer, realizing what you had probably done to him. You had come out to check your surroundings without him watching over your shoulder. But by sneaking off, you had certainly flamed his Alpha, causing him to fly into a rut at your absence. Even further than it had been before. You had been warned about this in the underground; it was dangerous to do this, especially to your Alpha you had been destined with.

Without much thought, you dove off the dock and swam to try to hide yourself in the brush along the lake. Hoping pathetically that the scent of the water would do some to hide you from him until you could find a clear path back inside and lock the door until he calmed down.

Your lungs were bursting but you did not surface again until you were beneath the branches overreaching the lake to the right of the dock. You did your best to keep quiet. You heard him calling your name angrily, his pacing on the dock. He could not tell which direction you had swam to, the right or to the left to the boat house.

Through the branches, you clung to one, watching him as you floated.

He looked furious, territorial. His eyes were searching for the lake and in the succumbing darkness, you knew it was harder for him to see if you had surfaced anywhere.

Stupid.

You should have waited longer to go wandering.

But if you had waited longer, you may have also been mated. You had been stuck between a rock and a hard place.

Tony started storming back up the dock towards land and went to the left towards the boat house. When he disappeared inside, you crawled out of the lake, your bare feet sinking into the mud as you made your way back through the shrubbery and back into the yard.

You gasped when you set off a motion sensor light and your head whipped towards where the boathouse was. It was only a split second before he emerged again, eyes directly at you.

“Y/N!” he called out threateningly as he took off towards you, his tone woven with his Alpha tone.

It was powerful. You felt your knees go weak upon hearing it. He must have studied up, practiced. Tony Stark was not a stupid man by any means, and he had no doubt been given intel about how the Alpha and Omega connections worked. Or maybe he was just a natural.

Regardless, you fought against your jelly legs as he was gaining on you. He was getting close and you swore at yourself loudly in your head, tearing away from the spot as you gained control again. He let out a roar of frustration as you sprinted away from him.

You tried to run back inside. You flew up the stairs, breath short. You felt his hand at your back, grabbing hold of the fabric. You stumbled as he yanked, and it slowed your movement. With a rough tug, you lurched forward though, and your hand was on the screen door, throwing it open. You did not care to try to close it as you came into the cabin, hand landing on the edge of the door. You went to slam it closed.

Tony was too quick though, barreling straight into it, coming in through the still wide-open screen door.

You were sent spiraling onto your backside with his force. Tony was on you in the blink of an eye, pawing. His knees were on the outsides of your thighs, holding you down to the ground.

“Y/N! Stop it!” he demanded, his hands gripping your wrists painfully to stop your thrashing.

Panting, you stared up at him, stilling your movement. His chest was rising and falling rapidly, eyes blown wide from lust. At the sight of you still, a possible sign of acceptance, he ground his hips slightly as he tested your temperament out. He was so close. And he smelled so good and was holding you so tightly. It was what he was supposed to do and what you were supposed to do was obey him. He wanted to mate.

Supposed to.

You took the opportunity that he was distracted to yank a hand towards you, and you bit his hand roughly.

He shouted angrily, letting go, pulling back. It gave you the momentum to toss him off of you and you scrambled away from him. You almost lost your footing on the hardwood, but you regained it quickly. Another Alpha roar tore from his throat, sending a wave of dismay through you that your Alpha was upset and upset with you specifically. You were panicking as you heard him following you. Circling the stairs, you went to go up them. You could lock yourself in the bedroom. The door was heavy and that could hold him until he calmed down enough.

Tony’s hand closed in on your calf as you took to the stairs, and he yanked you back. You collided with the stairs painfully on your stomach and elbows, the air forced from your lungs on the impact, and he was holding you there suspended on the bottom of the stairs.

“Making me hurt you,” he snarled as he struggled with you. “Why can’t you just be good like you’re supposed to?”

“Alpha!” you begged pathetically.

That only drove him more insane. Tony groaned, tearing your boxers down your thighs, and yanking them off from around your feet.

You tried to scramble away again, a hand slapping on the next stair up, but he barked, “Omega!”

That caused you to freeze, your hormones overwhelming you. It was so hard; your soon-to-be mated brain was clashing with you. You were in pain, fighting him. Not just physically but mentally. Your body wanted to give in so badly; you were already wet. But your sensible side was pleading with you to fight back.

Tony’s fingers were in your pussy and your sensible side was quickly becoming overshadowed. Alpha was holding you tightly, working you up, prepping you like he should. Just so he could take care of you. You were safe in his embrace. You felt his hard cock pressing at your thighs.

No no no no. You were pulling away again. Or tried to.

Tony hiked your hips up and he drove himself home. You squirmed, trying to get away from his grip, to pull away so his cock was not in you. Tony responded angrily. He fought you, pinning you tighter against the stairs with his weight.

“You want this Omega, you need this,” he breathed shakily, his cock pulling slowly in and out. You were becoming more wet, giving him lubrication. It felt like you were adjusting specifically for him, his cock fitting perfectly inside you, no matter how deep he went. Your body was betraying you, responding to him and not yourself. And he was taking advantage of it to the fullest. He groaned as he buried himself again to the hilt this time. “So tight, Omega. You’re mine. All mine. Always going to be mine.”

The sound of your slick and his pelvis bouncing off of your ass filled the space.

Yes. Yes. You arched your back and it allowed him to drive deeper, drawing a groan of approval from him. You melted underneath the sound of it.

His. You were Alpha’s. You were sinking beneath the fog that had threatened to overtake you. You were desperate to please him. Your fingers spread out on the stairs as you relaxed ever so slightly, letting him drive easier up into you even further.

Alpha was happy with that.

“What did I say? See? You want it. So badly. Mine. Mine,” Alpha was giving broken husks of praise as he drove himself into you. “Perfect for me.”

It felt so good, you were drowning in his scent.

You pressed back onto him for more, but he took that as a threat and he let out a low, rumbling growl. You stopped the pressure, whimpering in submission.

Alpha was not having it though, his hand holding tighter. You felt the tightness in your core and you were quickly becoming breathless as you felt the oncoming wave.

<><><>

Tony’s hold on her neck was going to bruise, he sensed that even above his Alpha rut. But he simply did not care. She had fought back, tried to run, disobeyed him above everything else. She was never going to do that again. He was going to make sure of that.

His teeth dug into her mark, and she cried out. She tasted as sweet as she smelled to him. His cock brushed her sweet spot and she whined. It was a siren song and he fell under the wave of it.

She went lax, whimpering. He practically purred at the physical submission.

Finally.

“So good, Omega. Taking me so well,” Tony praised against her neck, much to her pleasure. She loved praise, that much he had discerned. He kissed roughly as he worked her up. Her breath was becoming short, and he knew she was close. He was so eager to fill her up.

He moved quicker feeling her so close now that he had bit. And she fell quickly, quivering around him, crying out in release. The tightness was too much. His cock was thickening, and he moaned.

“Gonna breed you, Omega. You’re going to be so beautiful, round with my child,” Tony husked against her neck. She whined needily and he let go, fully seated inside her, coating her walls. His groan was loud and long.

~~~

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INTO SILENCE – PART SIX

A QUIET PLACE 2 FANFIC

Featuring: Emmett x Reader x Others

Words: 3,335

Warnings: Pregnancy, Smut, Supernatural Themes, Angst, Illness

SPOILER WARNING – If you haven’t seen A Quiet Place Part 2, this part might have some spoilers!

***It’s a boy/girl****

After your encounter with Emmett’s brother, you were being processed by one of the female soldiers at the camp.

She asked you many questions, wanting to know whether you ever killed someone and why and whether you had been charged with any criminal offenses before the invasion.

She then went on to ask you some more personal questions, about your brothers and about the child you were carrying.

You explained to her that the baby was Emmett’s child and, just as you did, you broke out in tears. You knew that he might not survive his injuries and you were frightened, wanting to spend all the time you could with him, by his side.

You explained to the woman that Emmett had promised your father to get you and the baby to the camp safely so that his grandchild can have a better life. That’s why you made the journey.

After all that you had been through, you didn’t want to lose Emmett but you knew that his chances weren’t good. His brother had told you.

‘Listen, I think we are done here. You seem like an honest person Y/N. I would like to run some medical checks and then I will take you to the infirmary, alright?’ the woman suggested and you agreed with a quick a nod.

You followed the woman to the medical facilities where you saw Jackson sitting in the waiting room. There was no sight of Jonathan, Marie or Sean.

The woman then escorted you upstairs into a small dark room where she spoke to one of the nurses who had just arrived.

‘I cannot believe that you have medical staff here’ you said surprised and the nurse advised you that there are only one doctor and three nurses, one of whom was a vet nurse before the invasion.

‘I do have some training as a midwife, from before, so I was asked to have a look at you and your baby’ the woman then said with a warm smile before asking you to take a seat.

She proceeded to ask you about your medications and when you told her about them, she took in a sharp breath.

‘We don’t have any of these on site and your pregnancy…’ the woman went on to say and you interrupted her.

‘I know. I have enough medication until I am about 34 weeks. This was all I could find in the different pharmacies that I have visited’ you explained.

‘This is a high-risk pregnancy; you do understand this right?’ the woman then said and you nodded again.

‘Right. Does the father of the child know about your condition?’ she then went on to ask and you immediately broke out in tears again, shaking your head. You never told Emmett about your health and how the pregnancy might affect you.

The woman inhaled sharply again before taking your blood pressure and conducting a general medical examination before disappearing into another room.

‘Now let’s look at the baby, shall we?’ the woman said as she returned, pushing an ultrasound machine into the room.

You were surprised by the equipment and the woman quickly explained that this was all they had, a simple machine.

You lifted up your shirt, exposing your small baby bump before you felt the cool jelly being squirted onto your stomach.

Together with the nurse, you looked at the screen of the ultrasound machine and there it was, your baby, wiggling around happily in your tummy.

The baby’s heartbeat was strong. You were about 17 weeks and, in so far as the nurse could tell, everything looked fantastic.

‘It is a little bit early and don’t quote me on this as I could be wrong, but do you want to know what you are having?’ the woman asked and you nodded eagerly, tears running down your face.

‘A boy…you are having a little boy’ the woman said pointing to the obvious little indication of the baby’s gender on the screen.

You thanked the nurse for her time and she was kind enough to print out a photo from the machine for you which you could take to the infirmary which was where you went next.

The nurse accompanied you downstairs and to the room where Emmett was in. He was in a coma and his breathing was supported by a simple oxygen machine.

You began to cry again as soon as you saw him, covered in large white bandages across his chest and right arm.

His left arm was hooked up to a blood transfusion and his brother sat next to him, starring across the room with empty eyes.

‘He’s having a transfusion?’ you asked surprised as Sean had earlier told you that they couldn’t determine Emmett’s blood group with the equipment they had available and that they had no o-negative blood left.

‘Your brothers have given blood. They are both o-negative, just like you’ Sean explained and you let out a sigh of relief.

‘So, he will be fine?’ you asked but Sean just shuck his shoulders. He couldn’t answer your question but, with the blood transfusion, his chances were much better than before.

‘We have put him on a blood transfusion and morphine. I am slowly lowering the dosage allowing him to regain consciousness, I guess. But he’s been out for a while, so I don’t know’ Sean explained.

‘Do you want me to take over?’ you asked and Sean nodded, explaining to you what you needed to do.

‘I know, I was half way through my medical degree before the invasion. I’ve got this’ you explained.

‘You will be a good resource for the camp then’ Sean said as he got up and let you take a seat next to Emmett.

You immediately leaned over Emmett, kissing his forehead and holding onto his hand as you sat down.

Your actions caught Sean by surprise. He still didn’t know what the relationship was between you and Emmett.

‘The baby…is it my brother’s?’ Sean asked carefully, not wanting to insult or upset you as you were clearly much younger than Emmett.

‘It’s boy and, yes, he is Emmett’s son’ you said with a warm smile.

‘I did not expect that’ Sean said surprised, causing you to chuckle as you wiped your tears away.

‘I love him so much and I need him to fight. We both do’ you said with a deep sigh before starting to cry again.

‘Well, he’s a fighter and now that I know that he’s got plenty to live for I have a good feeling’ Sean said as he handed you a tissue, causing you to nod and smile briefly. Sean thought that Emmett was on his own, having lost Nora and his son. But now, having a child with you, this changed everything.

Sean left shortly thereafter, allowing you some privacy with Emmett.

You adjusted his medication down as per the schedule and then began talking to him, telling him about his son inside of you and how strong he is. His heart was beating fast and he was growing well.

You loudly fantasised about what he might look like and how he will be smart and strong with Emmett’s blue eyes and full lips.

‘He needs you, Emmett. He needs his father. I need you too’ you whispered as you rested your head on the uninjured side of his chest.

Just as your head was resting against him, listening to his heartbeat, you could feel his arm besides you twitch gently.

You scooted up, sitting down and observing the movement of his arm and hand. One twitch was quickly followed by another.

‘Emmett?’ you asked as you could see his fingers move and listen to the sound of his breath change.

But he didn’t answer you and you held onto his hand tightly, his fingers moving slightly against your palms until, more suddenly, you could feel his hand grip onto one of yours.

‘Emmett’ you sobbed, hearing him take in a deep breath through the oxygen mask as if he was trying to get it off and away from his face.

Then his entire arm moved, his breathing became heavier and you could see that he was trying to reach for the mask but couldn’t quite get there himself.

You removed the mask quickly after ensuring that the oxygen monitor was still connected to his index finger and, as soon as you did, he let out a cough and inhaled sharply.

His eyes began to blink just as his breathing calmed back down and you caressed his face with both of your hands.

‘Emmett, please’ you whispered, your tears running down your face and onto his.

‘You are crying’ Emmett mumbled, barely auditable, as he felt a few of your tears run down his face and onto his lips.

‘Oh my god Emmett’ you cried, his words sending a smile across your face at the same time.

‘Don’t cry. It’s bad for the baby. He needs a happy mommy’ he mumbled, again barely audible as his arm reached for your back gently.

‘You know it’s a boy?’ you asked somewhat surprised, your smile widening.

‘Hmm yeah’ Emmett responded quietly as his eyes began to open very slowly, flickering open and shut.

‘You told me’ he mumbled, drowsy from the morphine and you couldn’t help but press your salty lips against his in a haste while your hands were still caressing his face gently.

‘I love you so fucking much, you know that?’ you asked, looking into his deep blue eyes as soon as your lips drifted apart.

‘I love you too’ Emmett whispered; his voice still strained.

He tried to move, but the pain was too intense and the machinery he was hooked up to prevented him.

‘I need to get your brother’ you said just before kissing him again, forgetting about being careful and causing Emmett to shriek in pain.

‘My brother?’ he asked quietly, still struggling to speak as his whole body was aching.

‘Yes, he is here. Your brother is here’ you smiled before giving him a kiss on his forehead and asking one of the others outside the room to get him for you.

As you were waiting for Sean, you told Emmett about the ultrasound and showed him the picture, causing him to smile for the first time and running his hand over your stomach.

***Recovery***

Emmett had spent about a week in the infirmary and today was the day where he could finally come home with you.

You had been assigned a small house within the community yesterday evening after spending the last few days in the community’s dorm facilities. It had three bedrooms and you were sharing it with your brothers, Marie and Emmett.

‘Well, we will get you cleaned up, I will dress your wounds again and then you are ready to go home’ the nurse said just as Emmett came back from the shower inside the medical facilities wearing the new pair of jeans his brother had given him.

This was the first time you saw the extent of Emmett’s injuries after the sutures had been placed and his right arm and chest were heavily scared, featuring a total of eight large claw marks from the creatures.

‘Home?’ Emmett chuckled. He knew nothing about the houses and facilities inside the community.

‘Well, brother, I had a room all set up for you in our little house but Y/N here insists that you stay with her’ Sean joked as the doctor evaluated Emmett once more before discharging him from the infirmary.

‘House? You’ve got a fucking house?’ Emmett said with surprise.

‘So do you. It’s not much and you have to share it with Y/N, her brothers and Marie, but it is a house’ Sean explained, causing Emmett to raise his eyebrows in disbelieve.

‘We even have a bed, hot water and a really cool kitchen with an oven’ you said with excitement.

‘A bed and an oven?’ Emmett said, still somewhat surprised and you nodded.

‘And, I have gotten you a little welcome present’ Sean said just after Emmett’s wounds had been dressed and he put on a t-shirt.

‘A razor?’ Emmett chuckled, causing Sean to smirk and point at Emmett’s beard.

‘Yeah, we won’t be needing that, thanks’ you said, taking the razor out of Emmett’s hand and handing it back to Sean.

‘It is getting a bit grey though’ Emmett said, looking into the mirror besides the medicine cabinet.

‘The beard is staying Emmett. I like it’ you winked.

‘You’ve heard her. She’s the boss’ Emmett said to Sean before you made your way back to where you were going to live.

***Welcome Present***

‘Welcome home’ you smiled as Emmett took a quick look around the house.

‘Where are your brothers and Marie?’ Emmett asked, noticing the silence in the small house.

‘At work’ you smiled.

‘Work?’ he asked curiously, unsure what you meant by that.

‘Jackson is working with the animals the community keeps, Jonathan is fixing the plumbing and Marie is working at the local veggie patch’ you explained.

‘So, we are on our own?’ Emmett smirked and you nodded eagerly.

‘Good’ he said before crashing his lips on to yours without warning.

The kiss was uncontrolled, wildly passionate and wickedly wanton, making your toes curl. His lips were hot, his taste like sweet sin as your tongue curled around his, responding just as wildly. You heard his groan, felt him hard against your stomach almost instantly, pressing into your softness.

‘You should rest’ you murmured, as his mouth pulled from yours, blazing a trail of lust down your slender throat.

‘I’ve been resting in the infirmary for a fucking week now’ Emmett chuckled before his hands ran over your breasts and his lips began to trail down your neck.

‘Oh Emmett, I fucking missed this’ you whispered.

‘We’ve got a bed now, so we might as well use it’ Emmett said just as he nibbled on your neck gently.

‘Hmm sounds perfect’ you moaned, his fingers pulling at the tie of your cotton dress as you guided him to the bedroom.

He walked you backwards until your thighs touched the bed and your cotton dress pooled at your feet, leaving you only in white cotton panties. Emmett stepped back, his eyes roaming over your slender curves, lingering on the round fullness of your breasts and your small baby bump.

In a haste, Emmett got undressed, ignoring the tenderness of his wounds before walking towards you, pressing his body against yours.

He groaned at the way you felt, your soft breasts pressing into his chest, his cock rubbing against the yielding flesh just beneath your stomach.

‘Touch me Emmett, please’ you begged, desperate for his touch. It has been so long.

‘Lie down’ he instructed, a smile running over his face and you complied with his request almost instantly.

His hands immediately found your legs, starting at your ankles, rubbing upward with gentle strokes. His fingers then found the sensitive flesh behind your knees, caressing you with tender touches. He bent his head, his lips finding the soft skin of your inner knee, moving upward until your legs were parted, his hands holding your thighs.

Then, finally, he hooked both of his index fingers into the hem of your cotton panties and pulled them down swiftly.

Before you knew it, one of his fingers stroked through your wetness, playing around your slick, yearning opening, teasing you with tiny flicks of his finger against the hard nub of your clit. Your body twisted under his hands, your fingers twining into the soft coverlet beneath your naked flesh. Emmett heard your whimpers and tiny cries, let them wash over him as the pleasure he created washed over you.

He bent his head, his lips traveling towards your treasure until, finally, his tongue lapped at your sweet folds, pulling and suckling on your inner lips before finding your clit. He sucked gently upon the hard bud of nerves, listening as you keened your pleasure, the wet spendings that told of your ecstasy flooding his mouth.

‘I am glad I didn’t let you shave this beard off’ you moaned as you could feel the tingling from his soft hair in between your legs.

Emmett smiled against your mound as he continued to lick you, making love to you with his tongue.

Your hands were in his hair, your eyes closed, your face twisted in a grimace as he brought you to climax.

‘Oh god Emmett, yes’ you moaned loudly as your legs began to quiver almost instantly and you approached your high. There was no reason to stay quiet and you came louder than you ever did before.

‘Fuck’ Emmett growled, turned on by your moans as he kissed his way back up your body gently and it didn’t take him long to line himself up with your entrance, desperate to feel you.

He could feel the heat of your wetness against his cock and you cried out as he finally pushed in to you, stretching you so wonderfully, filling you slowly until you thought you’d go mad with the sensations.

Your hands caressed his chest gently, stroked his back and then slid down to his slowly moving buttocks and slipped over them.

Your mind was spinning with the pleasure he was thrusting into you, growling much louder than usual.

You could smell the scent of his skin mixed with the heady scent of arousal and sex that permeated the room.

Your body moved under him, your hands grasping and holding him, feeling your need spiral until you were jerking up against him, your legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him even tighter. His lips found your, his tongue a wild flame inside your mouth and then he pulled away again, his eyes glittering as he stared down at you.

Emmett thrusted inside you, his cock plundering your depths even as you pushed against him. He heard the keening cry, felt your velvety wet sheath contract around him, the muscles milking his cock. Your hands were claws, your nails digging half moon welts into his back.

‘Oh my god Emmett, keep going, fuck yes’ you moaned as you could feel another climax approach you hard and fast and, just as you came, pleasure engulfed him too. Relief flooded him as he felt his cock swell and then rope after rope of hot cum shot deep inside of you. He held himself rigid above you, his body shaking with tension as he emptied himself.

And then he collapsed, barely holding his weight off you. His arms shook, his eyes closed as he tried to catch his breath and calm the racing of his heart.

‘Are you alright?’ you asked, worried that Emmett may have pulled a stitch or two.

‘Yes, I am now’ he chuckled as he lifted his head, feeling your hands stroking slowly down his back, gently, tenderly holding him.

‘Uhm, next time close the door’ you suddenly heard Jonathan say as he walked past. He still felt somewhat freaked out by the fact that you were involved with Emmett.

‘Sorry, it’s just…the heat of the moment you know’ you yelled out before scooting beneath the doona with Emmett.

‘That is so fucking disgusting. I don’t want to hear about it’ Jonathan said with a laugh before welcoming Emmett home.

But the security and comfort you were both feeling wasn’t meant to last very long and you knew that you had to talk with Emmett about your medical condition and the pregnancy, preparing him for the inevitable.

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zemodaddy · 3 years

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Hey so i finally completed the first chapter of the zemo x reader fanfic. Make sure to read the authors note at the end and i hope you enjoy.!

Synopsis:

Y/n is an ex-avenger who, after the blip was forced to work for the US government. You trained to be an assassin/spy and your gifts of wielding flames made you invaluable. When you were assigned to follow Bucky you find him helping Helmut Zemo escape from his prison cell. What is he up to? Should you stop him?

Warnings: violence, lots of swearing, angst, fluff and in later chapters extreme acts of hatred towards John Walker :)

Shades of Him

They replaced him. They replaced him with a random guy and stuck Steve’s shield on him. You were staring at the TV in disbelief. You thought of Steve like a brother and he definitely wouldn’t have wanted this.

After the blip you had no job, the avengers pretty much all separated and that left you without anything to do, and that meant no income and no income meant no home or food. You couldn’t exactly find a normal job because most people were afraid of you. A trained assassin and spy who could wield flames wasn’t really considered normal. That left you with no choice but to accept the deal the US government offered you. Do their dirty work and you wont end up homeless.

Your newest mission was to track Bucky to make sure he followed the rules set upon him for his pardon. You are close to him, like you were close to Steve. Hiding the fact that you were following him everywhere he went was kind of hard but you managed. You had to manage.

So finding him and Sam visiting a German prison kind of surprised you. Had this got to do with his therapy? Surely not. They left around an hour later and from then nothing more suspicious happened. A quick google search and a deep dive into some public records showed that a high security prisoner resided at this prison. Not just anyone. Zemo.

Interesting you thought. Later that night you followed Bucky and Sam to an old garage. You waited outside for 5 minutes before entering, trying to keep to the shadows of the room. The two men seemed to be in the midst of a heated discussion. “You want Zemo to help us?” Sam looks exasperated. Bucky looks a bit apprehensive as he says “Look let me walk you through a hypothetical, can I do that?” He begins to explain an elaborate escape plan for Zemo. Your mind was wizzing with thoughts as you tried to figure out your next move. He really isn’t in the right headspace, same old Bucky, you roll your eyes. “What are you guys doing?” You step out of the darkness. The two seemed to jump out of their skin, clearly not expecting you to be there.

“Y/n? What are you doing here?” Bucky asks. They both looked so shocked by your sudden appearance that you had to suppress a laugh. “I was following you.” He doesn’t look happy. “YOU WERE FOLLOWING ME?” He raises his voice. You weren’t scared because you knew he loved you really. Keeping the same tone as him you shout back “YES AND YOU’RE HELPING A CRIMINAL” “I SAID HYPOTHETICALLY DIDN’T I”. Sam looks like he could start laughing any moment. You weren’t even sure if you should laugh or arrest them. Suddenly your phone buzzes. “Then please explain to me why I just got a message saying that ZEMO HAS ESCAPED FROM PRISON?” Sam looks mad now. “You’re kidding me Bucky” he says. “Look we don’t have any other leads, we were at a dead end.”

You knew that the two were looking for information on the new super soldiers serum. “He blew up the UN, he killed king T’Chaka!” Before Bucky could reply to Sams argument, the sound of a door shutting sounds through the garage and guess who walks in. Helmut fucking Zemo. Your hand flies immediately to the dagger on the side of your thigh. “Woah woah woah” Sam starts walking towards him as Bucky tries to hold him back. Too bad he didn’t see you slip past them and push Zemo against the wall with said dagger against his throat. “Your going back to prison” you pass him a sickly sweet smile. He looked surprised by you holding him against that wall but didn’t fight back. Not with the blade in your hand starting to heat up against his skin. “y/n let him go” Bucky looks frustrated.

“He can lead us closer to the serum, just let him breath for a second” Zemo did start to look a little breathless. Good, he should be scared of you. Reluctantly you let him go. He starts to talk “if I may”. At the same time the three of you go “NO”. He looked a little displeased by the response but didn’t have any other option but to oblige. “Apologies”. After further debating and a lot of disagreements you and Sam finally agree to trust Zemo.. for the time being anyways. “Alright Zemo, where do we start”

You mentally set a reminder to always have an eye on Zemo, how could you not with a guy like him. He seemed to be sending you anxious glances in return, which to be fair you did nearly choke him to death. He leads you to a large warehouse containing numerous cars of different ages, sizes and colours. Probably stolen you think. After grabbing a case full with clothes for zemo you all head to an airstrip. In the middle of which was a private jet. You look at it in awe. “So you were rich all this time?” Sam asks. “I’m a baron Sam, my family was royalty before your friends destroyed my country”. Shit. Those cars weren’t stolen then..

The mention of his country makes you think back to that battle against ultron. You were very tempted to leave the avengers after nearly wiping out the entirety of a population of a country. But they convinced you to stay, where else could you have gone anyway? You think a little longer about the aftermath, when you helped after the battle with the injured, and loved ones finding their dead. It was one of the saddest moment of your life, until the blip. No one else helped from the avengers, they didn’t even visit the memorial..

“Y/n you coming?” Sam was saying from the top of the stairs. Lost in thought you were stood in front of the plane. Maybe I should stop getting distracted you thought. Entering the jet the seats on the right were already occupied by Sam and Bucky, leaving the only other seat opposite Zemo free. Great. As a gentle reminder you check your dagger on your thigh, almost like a warning that if he tries anything he’ll know what’s coming. Zemo swallows looking where it would be and ask his butler person for a drink. Was that his butler or the pilot? Rich people problems you thought. The plane sets off and you look out of the window daydreaming a little.

The other three talk lightly until the mention of Buckys list, which ends in zemo being choked yet again. You smile a little, enjoying the mini acts of revenge for the people he’s hurt and killed. You feel a bit sleepy but then they start to discuss where you were going. “Do we want to live in a world full of people like the red skull” Zemo shakes his head lightly “that’s why we’re going to Madripoor”. Confused, Bucky explains the place’s history in the Indonesian archipelago. “It’s kept its lawless ways but we cannot go in as our selves” Zemo says. Uh oh that can’t be good.

You were right. Zemo had handed you a bag full of clothes and a pair of heels. You stared at yourself in the full length mirror that resided in the toilets. “You have got to be kidding me” you say aloud. Your were wearing a dark purple silky dress that reached only just halfway down your thigh. It exposed most of your arms, shoulders and a lot of your chest. Thankfully there was a black leather jacket in the bag too, however on the shoulders sat a blanket of fur, similarly to Zemos coat that he took from the warehouse. Your heels were also purple. You thank the lord you took the time to train in heels too because you never know when the situation arises when you happen to find yourself in those monstrous shoes.

“This” you point at yourself “is not happening”. “Ah my baroness has arrived” Zemo says, amusement glinting in his eyes. You glared at the word ‘baroness’. “Here put this on darling, to finish it off”. He holds what seems to be a lipstick in his hand. You already knew what shade it was before taking it from him. “Do you have some thing for purple or is that just me?” Sam and Bucky both laughed.

You had to admit, the dress didn’t look bad, in fact it looked expensive. To say you were uncomfortable was an understatement, not necessarily for what you were wearing, but for the hand now draped around your waist. Zemos hand. He said that no matter what, you couldn’t break character. Bucky was playing the role as the winter soldier; you felt bad for him, the memories this must bring up. You can’t even begin to imagine. Sam however, wore an extravagant and abstract red suit that kind of looked like a dress. It was funny to see his reaction to which he comments that he looked like a “pimp”.

A car pulls up beside you and you all pile in. Of course you were sat next to zemo in the back. After around five minutes you arrive in lowtown. A place where you could apparently find a gall called Selby. That hand snaked back around you as you intermingle with the crowded streets. The high density of the crowd forced you even closer to Zemos side leaving practically no space between you now. You could feel his warm body against yours, sending a shiver down your spine. He looks down on you. His eyes seem to be softer now than they were before and he gives you a quick kiss on the temple as if to reassure you that you’re safe. You tried to keep yourself from shaking him off of you but as you carried on walking, you got used to him a bit more. Sam and Bucky followed the two of you, both with grim faces.

Finally, you come to a bar, most people around you watching carefully as you all enter. Zemo orders the both of you a shot and Sam gets his usual. This turned out to be something containing whatever the barman cutout of a snake. The sight of it made your stomach drop, and to your astonishment, Sam actually drank it. He looked like he wanted to be sick but, no matter what he had to stay in character. Bucky gave a slight nod, he didn’t get a drink, not as the winter soldier.

You had let it be known of who you wanted to see and as you waited a man came up behind Zemo and you. He immediately guided you away from this man so he was in front of you and Zemo in front of the man. He knew you could hold your own, you had made that clear already, but he wanted to protect you. For the act of course. “You ain’t welcome here” the man stated, placing a hand roughly on zemos shoulder as he turned to face him. “I have no business with the powerbroker, but if he insists he can either talk to me” Zemo points at Bucky. His hand then slipped to yours, holding it tightly. “Or bring Selby for a chat”. The man looks displeased and walks away. You had many things you wanted to say to Zemo at this moment, but sticking to your character was more important. As he continued to grip your hand, other men started to menacingly prowl towards you all. Zemo gave Bucky the order to attack and so he did. A fight quickly broke out between them all but Bucky was far too strong for them all. This ended in Bucky holding one of the guys that remained standing against the bar table. Finally someone called to say selby was ready to see your group. This was going to be interesting.

Notes

Okay i left this on a little bit of a cliffhanger but the next chapter should be out in a day or so. This is my first fanfic i have published so I’m interested to see what everyone thinks. If there’s any spelling or grammar mistakes then umm you didn’t see anything. I hope you enjoyed!

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longlivefeedback · 3 years

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hello, can you give me some advise on how to properly give a construct criticism from writer to another fellow writers? You see I asked my writer friend to shared their first draft of this story that she had presented to me, she did warned me beforehand that her first draft is messy and once I read it, I recognized a lot of typical character behaviours and scenes. And so, I want to comment something that isn't come off as offensive.

Hi Anon, thanks for this ask!

What you've described sounds like a (i) first time (ii) fanfic (iii) beta reader situation. If there's any difference in any of these three conditions, the advice I'm about to give you here may or may not be relevant, so (as with all advice) feel free to disregard anything that does not suit you.

There are 6 things I would advise you to consider doing:

Communicate, communicate, communicate.

Set expectations with your writer.

Mix up the negative with the positive.

Trial and error.

Keep in mind, criticism is only constructive if it is constructive and helpful to the writer.

Follow up.

1. Communicate, communicate, communicate.

Assuming this is the first time you're working together, it can feel as if you're walking into a bit of a minefield when giving feedback to a writer. This is normal. There are a lot of unknown unknowns when a relationship is new, and there will be a learning curve on both parties as you both figure out how to interact with each other.

The best way to mitigate this uncertainty is to be upfront with your writer. Ask them what they are looking for; the more specific, the better. Some questions you can ask to start the conversation with are:

Why kind (i.e line edits, reactions, suggestions, opinions, etc.) of feedback are you looking for?

Are you looking for spelling, punctuation, and grammar (SPAG) edits only, or are there other types of feedback you are looking for?

Are you looking for feedback on plot flow/characterization/a specific scene?

Everyone's writing process and tolerance level for concrit will be different, so it's important to communicate and be open about what you can or cannot do for them, as well as to find out what they really want from you at X stage of their writing.

For example, since this is a first draft and the writer has already warned you that her first draft is messy, she's already likely aware that the flow of her story isn't the best and SPAG edits may not be super useful at this stage.

Ask her then if she wants your opinion on how certain scenes link, or is she just looking for your overall feeling/reaction to the rough plot? Assuming that she has also asked you for constructive criticism specifically, try to ask her what aspect of her writing does she want feedback on. If she has not specifically said the magic words "I want concrit on X," do not assume that that is the type of feedback she is looking for. Ask and double check with her if she is looking for concrit, and what concrit means to her. The more specific you can get her to be in her ask, the easier it will be to fulfill her ask.

A lot of the magic in writing happens during the revision stage as opposed to the drafting stage. Try asking her what the most helpful feedback you can give her is.

2. Set expectations with your writer.

A writer trying to publish (including self-publish) will typically get a variety of help and feedback from editors, copy editors, and beta readers. In fanfic writing, a "beta reader" may be asked or expected to provide all three.

Be clear about your own limits and abilities in each of these and let your writer know. Someone may be great at pointing out inconsistencies in plot, but may be terrible at grammar. Someone else may have ideas and suggestions on what should happen next in a story, but may not have a good understanding or knowledge of the character in canon. The type of feedback expected and given by a fanfic beta reader can vary, which is why it is important to communicate and agree on what type of feedback should be given on a draft!

Again, if this is your first time working together, it may take a little bit of time to get on the same page. So, be patient with each other! It can be a bit of a process and it will take time to build trust, so recognize and acknowledge that as well.

3. Mix up the negative with the positive.

This will be dependent on what your writer wants. If your writer is looking for what isn't working, what needs fixing, and your suggestion on how to fix/improve things, then only praise or SPAG edits are unlikely to be satisfactory feedback for your writer.

However, if even after speaking with your author you're still uncertain about the type of feedback to give, it doesn't hurt to also call out the thing you do like about their draft. A quick "This is nice!" or "I really like how you've phrased this sentence" can also be valuable feedback to a writer to know what is working in their draft and what they should try to keep.

4. Trial and error.

To some extent, you'll never know what's "good" feedback until you give it a go. My advice would be to review 1 page of their draft and then ask your writer what they think. This gives them an opportunity to see what kind of feedback and constructive criticism you will give them and alleviates the pressure and stress you might feel if you're going into this blind or uncertain of what they would be receptive to.

Hopefully this will help set expectations for the rest of the draft and you can discuss and tweak the type and level of feedback you give your writer in the rest of the draft if what you've done on the 1 page is not quite what she is looking for. In the worst case scenario, you may realize early on and without too much investment from either of you that it is just not a good fit and you can make the decision to back out of giving feedback on the rest of their draft.

5. Keep in mind, criticism is only constructive if it is constructive and helpful to the writer.

Some general rules of thumb that can help you give constructive feedback are:

Be specific.

"This is a good effort but it could be better" is quite vague. "I like how you've described this scenario, but I think it would be more impactful if you also showed how Char A is feeling by having them do X or Y" is specific and let's the author know that (1) their physical descriptions are fine, but (2) a way to improve is to incorporate more of Char A's perspective.

Make your feedback actionable.

"I don't think that Char A reacting like this is in character because of XYZ reason" let's the writer know that you are suggesting that you change something with Char A, but not how to change it. "I don't think that Char A reacting like this is in character because of XYZ reason. What do you think if Char A reacts this way or that way instead?" gives the author a suggestion on how to improve specifically and at the very least opens up a channel of communication and discussion about a certain specific "issue" you may see in their writing.

Focus on the writing, not the person.

"I don't like the way you've written Char A. It seems out of character because Char A is a non-confrontational person. I would write Char A this way instead" implies that the issue with the writing is a difference in personal interpretation. "By yelling, screaming, and Char A saying this, Char A comes across as very confrontational. Is this your intention? If it is not your intention to have Char A come across as a confrontational person, try writing Char A this way instead" puts the focus on Char A and how to portray Char A better.

6. Follow up.

Be prepared to ask for feedback on the feedback you've given. Be open and proactive in offering to explain or clarify the feedback you've given, especially if you are looking to develop and maintain this relationship.

Here are some opinions on how constructive criticism should be handled: [x] [x] Both of them advocate for providing criticism in private and an understanding that for concrit to be effective, it requires a certain level of continued support and engagement with the writer.

Concrit is a tricky beast and is best when it is tailored to the writer and their needs. It requires a certain level of trust and understanding between the giver and receiver, and that takes time and experience to cultivate.

Hope this is at least a good starting point for you, Anon!

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Small Gods: Lost Objects - 7

Lost Objects: A Thor Fanfic

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Buy me a ☕ Character Pairing: Thor x F!Reader

Rating: E

Word Count: 2294

Warnings: Nothing for this chapter

Synopsis: Thor has lost a lot in a very short period of time and he’s worried about losing himself too. He goes to the one person who understands loss.

Chapter 7

After Thor had told Loki the whole story of everything that had happened since Loki had taken the Tesseract and run, marking the point this Loki diverged from Thor’s life, the trickster god had been quiet and introspective. He wandered around the large space that made up your cottage on the hill, inspecting the hoards of items that had found their way to you.

He didn’t participate in any further discussion about how Mjolnir might be repaired, and he’d wander off and return at random intervals. Over the course of the day, Thor found him gathering a strange collection of items together by the couch he’d been sleeping on. Thor didn’t take a very close look but he did notice a collection of jewelry with large crystals in the settings, some pressed flowers, a collection of mismatched jars, some half-melted decorative candles, and a collection of keys.

Thor was suspicious of his brother. He’d learned from experience that he should always expect even the least possible outcomes when Loki was around, and this particular version of his brother was the one who still had raw and open wounds from fighting with his family and finding out the truth about his heritage. Thor left him alone though, most of his attention turned to the repair of his hammer.

There was talk about going to Nidavellir. There were many reasons that that might not work. For starters; it was a lot to ask of Eitri now he was alone and without the use of his hands. Besides, the dwarf had already made one weapon for Thor, and Thor was reluctant to ask for more. Even if he did, it wouldn’t be quick. A new mold for Mjolnir would have to be made, and the forge would need to be repaired. Thor was fine with staying and helping as long as he could, but he couldn’t expect you and Loki to do that. Not to mention, if he did that, would it even be Mjolnir anymore or just a new hammer made from the old metal?

The other option was to see if it was possible to repair it here using a mixture of each of your abilities. You seemed to think it might be possible by using Loki’s magic, your powers to gather lost objects, and Thor’s lightning. The question was if it was possible to hold all the tiny fragments in their correct place and would it be weaker due to the thousands of joins?

“It’s your choice, Thor,” you said. “She belongs to you. Only you can decide how to repair her.”

He looked over at his brother, he’d returned to the couch with another assortment of items. This time he seemed to add a leather-bound notebook, an ancient-looking quill, and some equally ancient coins.

“I suppose repairing it would be best,” Thor said, finally. “If that fails I can always take the pieces to Nidavellir, but repairing it here will be something we can try sooner, and it would mean that it would be my Mjolnir. Perhaps not as pristine as it once was - but I am a little worse for wear too.”

You leaned over and kissed him gently. “I will miss you when you leave.”

“Who said I was leaving?” Thor asked.

You shrugged. “You’ll wither if you stay here with me. You know that as well as I do.”

Thor didn’t say anything for a moment. He did know it was true, but he wasn’t ready to go yet, and he dreaded leaving you now that he’d found you. “Well, not today,” he said brightly, breaking the silence. “Loki! Brother, come here.”

Loki slunk into the room and looked him over. “You summoned me,” he deadpanned.

“You know that’s not how I meant it,” Thor argued. “I just wanted to speak to you about Mjolnir. Do you have a spell you can use that will help us hold it together?”

“About that,” Loki said, taking a seat. “I’ve been considering your -” he waved his hand around as he tried to summon the correct word. “- Circumstance,” he settled on eventually. “I want to gift you this -” he flicked his wrist and seemed to reach into space itself before pulling out his horned helm. Or at least one of them.

“What would I do with your crown, Loki? I have my own helm,” he asked. “Though I do appreciate the gift.”

“I don’t expect you to wear it, but it is Uru and it was crafted in Asgard. It contains its own magical properties that might be useful,” he said. “If we melt it down, you can use it as the glue to hold Mjolnir together.” He waved his hand again like he was trying to avoid something unpleasant. “Besides, I have many.”

Thor was genuinely touched by the gesture. Tears pricked his eyes and he went to pull Loki into a bear hug. Loki was ready for him though and he pushed his chair back, avoiding the embrace. “Control yourself, brother,” Loki teased. “I’m not done.”

Thor looked at him curiously, picking up the helm from the table and turning it over in his hands. “What else have you been scheming?”

“Scheming, brother? That makes it sound so base level,” he said. “But I have been working on something.” He paused and tapped his fingers on the table like he was considering how best to phrase his plan. Thor was used to that look, it usually meant there was some trickery to it, and Loki was considering his words carefully so that no one would notice.

“The tale you told me of your life since we diverged,” Loki said. “It touched me, brother. It is tragic that you should have to live your life without a version of me in it. But you and I both know, I cannot stay here. The TVA will be looking for me as we speak and they are not bound by barriers of time or space. And the whole reason they arrested me in the first place was due to my universe hopping. I need to keep moving. So… I believe that the three of us together may be able to create a device - a key - that if used will bring us back together. Then you will not have to worry about living in a world without my presence. Won’t that be nice?”

Thor didn’t respond. Partly due to the shock of the offer. It appeared completely selfless. Loki and Thor had been close as children but that had been a long time ago, and as much as Thor had wanted to maintain his relationship with his brother, it had always been a struggle. Yet here was Loki - the version of Loki full of the most rage and hurt - and he was offering an olive branch to him. Was there some kind of plan he was cooking up and Thor would inevitably be burned yet again, or did his brother pity him so much that he’d offer him this one small thing?

“Loki, if this is some trick...” Thor warned.

“You wound me, brother,” Loki said, putting his hand on his heart. Something in his face changed and his whole demeanor shifted. “Not to get sentimental on you or anything, but … I worry about you, brother. What you’ve been through… If having a way to contact me will give you some relief, then it is a minor inconvenience to me to do so.”

Thor nodded and put his hand on Loki’s shoulder. “I thank you.”

“And… I can make one for this -” he waved his hand at you dismissively. “If you would desire. Then when you decide you’re ready to continue your adventures, you will have an instant portal back to her.”

Thor couldn’t hold back, he grabbed Loki’s arm and pulled him into a tight hug. Loki sighed as he let his brother hug him and then slowly pushed back. “Yes, yes, I am wonderful,” he said. “No need to crush me.”

“How did you propose we do this, Loki?” You asked.

The three of you moved outside. While Thor lit a fire and burned it hot enough to smelt the metal of Loki’s helm, Loki set up the things he had gathered together. He’d created a circle in the clearing using the items he’d been collecting in the house. He had pulled the gems from their respective pieces of jewelry and set them up around the edge of the circle. There were three pieces of amethyst spaced evenly apart in the circle’s edge and sitting on each piece was a key.

The circle’s center contained the tray where Mjolnir’s parts lay and beside it a glass jar that already held an ancient coin.

“How fare thee, brother?” Loki asked.

“Almost ready,” Thor said. “What would you have me do with it?”

“Just leave it. When it’s liquid - assuming this works - it will be called during the spell,” Loki said.

Thor watched as the last of Loki’s horned helmet collapsed into the molten pool of metal.

“Now, you -” Loki said, gesturing to you. “Come by me. I need you to tap into the power you use when you’re sending things back to their rightful owners. Only think about returning Mjolnir to Thor as it would look complete.”

You nodded and moved next to Loki. “Thor - you stand here. I need you to think about how badly you wish for your hammer to be returned to you, and how much you both believe in and feel for your lover. When the time comes, you will need to summon forth a lightning bolt. It needs to be powerful and after it hits Mjolnir, I need for it to split and hit each of the keys.”

Thor moved beside Loki, so you were each standing around Mjolnir in a small circle within the larger one. Loki closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He began to read from the notebook he had collected. He spoke an ancient and primitive tongue that even with the power of Allspeak Thor had difficulty understanding. It was a language that went back to the beginnings of the universe when his great-grandfather Buri ruled the vast emptiness of space. He dropped some dried flowers into the jar as he spoke, they sparked as they fell and landed in the jar burning with an emerald green flame.

Thor turned his attention to you and his hammer. Wishing for its return while also basking in the love he had for you and his faith in your abilities. Your eyes began to glow, deep gold and wisps of the golden light leaked from the corners. Loki tore off a sheet of paper and dropped it into the jar with the coin and the flowers and he waved his free hand. Green light swirled out from his fingers and around Mjolnir and both the handle and the shards began to drift up into the sky.

As Loki continued to read and drop different items into the jar, the feather from the quill, herbs, drops of wine and more sheets from the book the light that emitted both from him and the jar grew brighter. The gold that you emitted increased too and the two colors mixed in the air around his hammer as it began to form the shape he recognized.

When it looked like his hammer, Loki gestured to the molten metal on the outside of the circle and beckoned to it. It rose in a long tendril of glowing red liquid and floated to the hammer, seeping into the cracks and sealing them together. Thor began to summon the weather, his eyes leaking blue plasma adding to the green and gold in the air. As the last of the molten metal disappeared into the Hammer, Thor called forth a bolt of lightning. It shattered through the air with an ear-splitting crack of thunder. When it hit Mjolnir the whole thing glowed red and was swallowed but a flare of gold, blue, and green light. The lightning forked into three, each bolt passing through a person before hitting the keys on the ground.

Everything turned white, and as the color gradually returned to the world Thor held out his hand, and Mjolnir flew into it.

The hammer had changed, no more was it unblemished. The silver face was marked with a web of gold that made it more beautiful than ever. It had been healed and while it carried scars, it now glittered with them.

Thor held it against his chest. “Thank you, brother,” he whispered.

Loki smiled and touched Thor’s arm softly. “Don’t get all weepy on me,” he teased.

You went and collected the keys up from the circle. “Did it work?” You asked.

Loki took them from you and closed his eyes as he clutched them in his hand. “I believe so,” he said as he opened his eyes again. “They have been charged with each of our magic, along with Mjolnir’s. Our magic connects them, they are ours and ours alone. But with your ability to call to you what is lost, and Mjolnir’s ability to be called by its rightful owner - when we wish to see one of the others we only need to call to them as we use the key on a door. It will open that door directly to them.”

Thor pulled both you and Loki into a tight embrace. He had never been so thankful for something Loki did, and he was glad to have his brother back in his life again. This felt like a turning point. A way for him to be truly happy again. “Come,” he said, as he loosened his grip. “Let us feast together. We have much to celebrate.”

// NEXT

#thor #thor odinson #thor x reader #thor fanfic #fanfic #fanfiction #reader insert #small gods #lost objects

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theyanderespecialist · 3 years

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(Questions) Can Alastor Be Sexual?

(WARNING ASEXUALITY IS NOT A SEXUALITY THAT DEFINES PEOPLE WHO ARE ASEXUAL AS THE SAME THIS IS JUST ME TAKING THE FACTS OF ALASTOR CHARACTER BIOLOGY AND DEMONOLOGY TO MAKE A VERSION OF WHAT HE BE LIKE AS ASEXUAL

SIDE NOT THIS IS FANFICTION THIS IS JUST TO ADDRESS THE HATEFUL THINGS I BEEN TOLD ABOUT MAKING ALASTOR HAVE SEX

HOPEFULLY THIS EXPLAINS TO YOU ALL MY PROCESS AND THAT IS NOT A DISRESPECT TO THE ASEXUAL COMMUNITY

THIS IS FICTION I JUST HOPE THIS HELPS YOU UNDERSTAND BETTER

and of course you are entitled to you preference you dont like Alastor as a sexual character but still want him yandere you can request platonic Alastor x reader scenarios and headcanons and so on

But once Again this is not disrespect to anyone just a take on how I work with Alastor being Sexual I know I am not explaining this well I mean How Alastor is sexual but still Asexual... I think Anyway just reade and enjoy this over explain explaination

[Hello My Sexy Readers, I am here with a Question and grivence a lot of people have with Fanfiction Alastor From Hazbin Hotel. Can He Be Sexual Or Should He Be Sexual.

That is what we are here to dive into today lets strap in and do this!

Now the Facts

1: Alastor Is Asexual

2: It Is Fanfiction

3: Vivzie the Creator Of Alastor has approved shipping as long as it is not harmful

These are the three main facts and cannon and such.

Now first what is Asexuality as some people have assumed it means a person does not enjoy sex at all.

A: Asexual is the lack of sexual attraction to others, or a low interest in sexual activity. Some people consider asexuality to be their sexual orientation, and others describe it as an absence of sexual orientation. ... Others are aromantic — that is, they feel no romantic attraction to other people.

Now we do not know if Alastor is Aromantic or not so that will be set up for a later chapter.

As it says above it does not mean that Alastor Cannot Feal Sexual Desire and It Does Not Mean that he does not enjoy it if he did find someone worthy enough to be with

So I am going to use Yandere Alastor as a good Example as it can touch on a few point.

.Alastor Is A Demon a deer demon at that: I think that if he goes by biology which some of the fandom has gone with is Alastor having a rut and deer season. So by Biology he does have moments in which he needs to lack of a better term breed. (Even though sinner demons cannot have children in canon)

.Alastor with feelings?: Now this is why I used Yandere Alastor as it is a good field but he would be very possessive in my eyes at least even if he was not yandere he is old fashion and if he found someone worthy (Or as a yandere found his Darling) he would be more so not willing to let them go and I believe their is the point he can get jealous it can be from small to big but on the extreme note which most yanderes are alastor would want to claim and mark his love and there is two way I believe he go about doing this

Cutting/Bitting/And physical markings

Claiming as a lover and leaving bite marks and bruises to show that he or she or they were claimed by the Radio Demon

okay and a third selling their soul to alastor so then he litterally owns their entire being as his

now back to the sexuality and sex

So yes Alastor will be put in the mood from a rut (The rut could be consider just random arousal which does happen rarely though) and possibly a mating season.

Now this is not saying Alastor will be like sexual a lot or even a little.

I believe that he would like the build up to sex not even the forplay get that out of her not even taking off clothes (Yeets that out as well)

No I am talking the slow burn (Not as Romance) no I am talking about the "Leave something to the imagination" Classy but Sensual type of the thing like the long kisses and lightest of touches.

He will have to initiate them though he would love seeing the reaction of his love if he is romantic as he feeds off it.

for example you are wearing a dress from his period and look of perfection this will excite him more than seeing you naked most of the time

like seeing you naked he may or may not be uncomfortable because of him being a gentleman and so on.

No comes the last thing Asexual X Sexual partner.

So Lets your writing a fanfic about Alastor X Angel Dust

(Yeah The creator approved shipping as long as it is not harmful and such)

So Alastor rather he is good in bed or not can choose to have sex with Angel dust or any sexual partner and if it was someone he truly loved he would do it as he can enjoy sex but it is just not his cup of tea most days

Asexuals are valid and do not need to be "Fixed" But they are also able to be Sexual

I brought this up because this is one of the main Reasons people dig into me about Alastor what I have to say

"I respect anyone of Asexuality and will try to write Alastor when he is Asexual in my stories better to fit him you all do not have to be fixed and you are perfect the way you are. I write alastor as a yandere which triggers the things above though I may not always be clear in my writing of Alastor because I have a lot to improve still. Anyways I hope this does lighten things up for everyone. And Bless You All"

Stay Sexy all of my friends!]

(Side not this is fanfiction if you want to write Alastor with a different sexuality it is just fine, just label and tag your stuff accordingly. So if Gay alastor aint someone thing? They can move on

and you yeah you the haters who say I don't like this type of story or how you wrote the character so I am going to harress and bully you yeah fuck you! No one one if forcing you to read it so fuck off all you kevin and karens and let people who actually enjoy it read it you stuck up baby dick prudes!]

#yandere #yandere various #yandere hazbin hotel #yandere alastor #asexual #asexuality #asexuals can still have sex #hazbin hotel #alastor #Yandere Q and A

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My Soulmates 1

Genre:Soulmate AU, fluff,angst, eventual smut

Pairing: Idol Jimin x Lawyer Reader x Idol Jungkook

Warnings: some swearing (Y/N has a trash mouth sometimes)

A/N: I’m so excited to bring you my story. I hope you all enjoy this first chapter.

Please read the teaser and prologue first if you haven’t already.

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October 7, 2018 4:36pm

The boys had been practicing since 8am that morning with limited breaks, and were tired and hungry. They were all going to dinner and begin making their way to the elevator, laughing and joking with each other. Namjoon was deep in thought when the doors of the elevator opened and a woman came out barreling right into the midst of the group. Her head was down, and she seemed absorbed in something on the iPad she held in her hands when she must have realized what she had done. Namjoon heard her gasp and reach out towards Jimin and Jungkook and thought she might be trying to steady herself as they were reaching out to her as well. He couldn’t believe it when they all began collapsing on the floor, the other boys trying to catch them. He noticed that the three were still grasping onto each other, and a red ring began to encircle their ring fingers and travel up their arms. The other boys were staring at this as well and they looked at each other shaking their heads. All of them mumbled the same thing

...”Oh Shit!”

You felt warm and cocooned for some reason. It was so cozy and you didn’t want to wake up. Wait, when did I go home? Your thoughts were hazy and you were trying to figure out where you were. You tried to stretch and found yourself bumping into something hard. As you started groping around you realized that this was not your pillow at all but felt like a chest. A mans chest. You have never moved so fast as you just did sitting yourself up. “What the hell...!” You look and see you are on a bed with not one but two boys cuddled up around you. Fear immediately sets in as you look around the room and see sleeping figures on another bed and couch.

“What the fuck...!” You said out loud quickly slapping both your hand over your mouth so as not to awaken the men in the room. You are in bed with, and surrounded by BTS. They are the worlds most famous boy band. They are the Nations Treasures. THEY ARE YOUR CLIENTS!!! Your mind explodes right then and there. You think to yourself ’What Tumblr, A03, Wattpad fanfic did I just wake up in.’

‘OH MY GOD IM IN A COMA!!!! That has to be it. There cannot be any other explanation. I’m in a coma and I transported into some sucky ass wannabe Hallmark Movie’.

All you can think of is that you have some sort of brain tumor and have fallen into a life altering, dream fugue-like state and all your teenage and young adult fantasies are blending together therefore you have conjured up some poly bias delusional weirdness in yor muddled brain. This isn’t real...this isn’t real... this isn’t real....... You pinch yourself and...oh shit that hurt. You struggle to get off the bed which isn’t easy by any means when two pairs of arms AND legs keep trying to pull you back down. You debate screaming bloody murder when you hear someone speak.

“You’re awake”. You turned your head and saw someone sitting up rubbing his eyes looking at you. You recognized the leader of said boy band Namjoon from the many many posters around BigHit.

“I am” your voice sounding more calm than you felt. “Can you tell me where I am and why I’m here with all of you like some weird slumber party?” You we’re holding on the the last shreds of professionalism that you could before screaming to the high heavens.

“You don’t remember finding your soulmates” he asked?

“Excuse me, my what now?” You cocked your head like you didn’t hear him right. “What on earth are you going on about? Soulmate, I don’t have a soulmate.”

“Soulmates” he corrected. By now some of the other members were starting to wake up.

“I AM in a COMA”. You were starting to babble incoherently in a mix of Korean and English with some well placed Spanish swear words your mother used to use when you were little and she was mad. You we’re starting to panic and began trying to climb off the bed all the while the two boys on your bed were snoozing away like nothing was happening. You managed to fall off of the bed and skittered backwards like a crab til your back hit the wall. You slapped your cheeks willing yourself to wake up.

Namjoon looked next to him and asked “Jin can you call Yuna? I think she may be able to help out with...” he looked at you realizing he didn’t know your name. Jin got up and walked towards the window to call someone.

“Y/N. Sona Y/N.” I...I..I’m a temporary lawyer working at BigHit on some of your international contracts. I’d like to say nice to meet you but maybe when there’s a less murdery vibe and location.” You were quickly getting your bearings together and began to gather your composure. “Now can you please tell me why I’m here being cuddled to death by those thing one and thing two over there” you point towards the bed. Several giggles and laughs were heard at this. You on the other hand were not sure what was so funny.

A deep voice in the corner answered this time. “Well thing one and two as you called them, or as we like to call them Jimin and Jungkook are your soulmates “ he said matter-of-factly like it was everyday normal. “I’m Taehyung, you can call me Tae or Tae-Tae to piss them off if you want.” His big boxy grin made him look like a mischievous child You couldn’t help but give him a wary smile. Someone else, you think it was J-Hope came towards you and thrust forward a hand. You cautiously took it and he helped you up from the floor. You began dusting off your skirt and straightening your blouse internally thanking the almighty upstairs that you were still clothed while eying all of them suspiciously. “I’m Hoseok, but you can call me Hobi if you want.”

Jin turned around after hanging up and offered you the only chair in the room. You quickly shuffled over sitting down and tried to ask again why you were here. In a bedroom, on a bed with your soulmates and their band mates all in the same room. “ Can someone please just tell me what happened?” Your voice staring to crack as you were close to tears. “This just feels too extrodinary to believe. You keep saying I have soulmates, as in plural. I didn’t even know that was possible.” It was then that you looked at your left hand and saw the red string tatoo. “WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK IS HAPPENING TO ME....Did I have a stroke? How...what...why...” your words became so jumbled you weren’t making any sense and you were pretty sure a panic attack was just a moment away from tackling your neurotic ass into submission. Jin kneeled in front of you telling you to breathe. “ In through the nose....out through the mouth Y/N. You can do it just breathe in and out, in and out...that’s it, you got it, in...out.” You sat there holding his hands while Tae began rubbing your back in circles as they were trying their best to calm you down. Jin explained to you that he also has a soulmate named Yuna and she is ready to come talk to you about what being attached to an idol can be like.

Across the room you heard a groggy voice “Uugghhhh....get off me Jungkookah. Why are we in bed? What happened” could be heard from the bed you just left. Jimin was sitting up while shoving Jungkook off of him and staring around the room. Jungkook fell off the bed. He jumped up and was getting ready to tackle his hyung who knocked him down when his eyes landed on you. He was confused as to why a woman, a very pretty woman, but a woman nonetheless was sitting in their studio bedroom at BigHit, surrounded by four of his hyungs. “Um, hello” he said quietly making Jimin look in the same direction. Eyes got wide when he also said a quiet hello and then proceeded to ask Namjoon “ What’s going on. Who is she and why are we all in here. I thought we were going to dinner?”

“See, I’m not the only one confused” you exclaimed louder and much squeakier than you meant. “Apparently we are soulmates” you say while gesturing to the both of them and yourself. “Surprise “ you say throwing up jazz hands and beginning to laugh at the outrageous looks on both of their faces.

“Who, who is your soulmate?” They both say at the same time.

Namjoon looks at you knowing you are barely holding on at the moment and answers for you. “All three of you are soulmates”.

They stare at each other then at you then at the group and both start laughing. “Ok ok, good joke hyung, stop playing around. Did you knock us out and this is a mystery mission? “ “Are we on a run BTS episode we didn’t know was being filmed?” They took turns asking like this was a prank or something.

When they see no one other than you are deadly serious they stop and start to freak out as well. “ARE YOU SERIOUS?” They look at each other only to both shout out that they couldn’t be soulmates. Why is it just happening now after knowing each other all these years. Brothers yes, soulmates no. NOPE. NO WAY, WHAT THE FUCK.

You get up and walk over to them. You grab both of their left hands and show them the tattoos. You peek inside your shirt and confirm you have the soulmates date above your heart, and tell them to check their chests as well. You strangely feel calm being around the two of them and less like a victim of some K-Pop Serial Killer drama that you stepped into, and you realize they also both settle down while you’re holding onto them.

Namjoon gets up and begins to explain that though it’s rare, there are known cases of multiple soulmates. They are harder to find because all of the mates must be together for their souls to connect. Once they do connect though the bond is stronger than a normal soulmates bond and can come with difficulties due to the relationship aspect of it. Prejudice often follows a poly soulmate connection due to the narrow mindedness of society and can often be looked down on. He tells the three of you that you should tell management right away so they can have a plan in place. Fans aren’t always supportive of their bias’s soulmates, and Y/N having two of the most popular idols in Korea as hers are going to come with challenges. Especially with you being a foreigner.

You three look at each other and back at Namjoon, silently agreeing to these terms. He also suggests you three need time together alone to get to know about each other because you all three had different lives leading up to today, and it would be best to figure out where you all should go from here. Other people’s feelings and relationships are going to be affected by what has happened and you all needed to be prepared for any backlash.

“Ok, now that this is all settled can we please get some dinner?” You hear from the other bed where apparently Yoongi has been napping throughout all the mental breakdowns.

To be continued...

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nedxwynert · 3 years

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Letter Knocking (Connor Kenway x Reader)

Character(s): Connor Kenway and Reader

Word count: 1.1k

Warnings: sad reader, other than that I can't think of any

Summary: Reader is bored when Connor goes off on his mission but only to find a letter to appear at the front porch by...no one knows.

A/N: I found my old assassin's creed fanfics and I thought I might share these with you guys! I posted a request on Facebook and my friends gave me quotes to work with along with the character they wanted, so that's why I wrote these. God, it was like 6 or 7 years ago when I wrote these. Enjoy!

Masterlist

It has been many days at the Homestead, sitting alone while Connor is off working on his assassin things up in Boston and making the old home feel more boring and in a way, saddening. He was your closest friend to you and you really didn’t know what it would be like to live without him…..even though he may be a bit stubborn a little at the time but you two always came up with a conclusion and continued on with a nice friendship without fighting and arguing.

You woke up one morning and stretched big before throwing the covers off of your body and getting out of bed, putting on your boots before making your way down the stairs which was just to the left of you as you exit your room. The old floorboards creaked and cracked while going down the stairs but you’ve grown used to the sound and didn’t bother you anymore of stepping on them. “Good morning Chap,” you yawned. Chap was your dog and would always lay next to the entrance of the kitchen with his little brown ears pointing up and his tail wagging whenever he saw you. The chocolate lab got up from his spot and greeted his master with a soft bark and a kiss on his cheek with his wet dog tongue when you knelt down to him and pet him.

A noise stopped you from your chuckling and turned your look to the door and heard a knock. Who would knock at the door in the morning around here? Your suspicious grew more and more. Is it Connor returning back home? Maybe one of the neighbours? It was time to figure out! Getting up from the floor you slowly went to the door and unlocked it before turning the knob and only to be seeing…a letter? Who would be sending letters here when Connor is gone to Boston? Your eyes widen as you saw…”Y/N? But who would write to me? I don’t know anyone around here or anyone to know of my existence....doesn’t say who it’s from though.”

Walking back into the house with the letter in your hands, feeling the such urge to open it and read it but your mind had gotten back to you with the questions. You decided to put it on the table and to not worry about it, making yourself breakfast for you and of course Chop, making sure to drop a few things on the floor so he can snack on them before to enjoy your meal at the table…but your eyes continued to stare at the mysterious letter as it drives you nuts of such willing to know what was inside of it for him to read and who the hell sent it to you.

Sunset was coming quickly during the long hours of boring things outside and inside of the house, sitting by the fire with a book in your hands as it got darker outside. The sounds of animals made the night more interesting. Crickets making their noises. Owls hooting during the pauses. And the sound of the firewood crackle and pop while you enjoy the warmth of it while sitting close to it in the wooden chair. Then all of a sudden something caught your mind and drew your thoughts away from the book…the letter. You got up from your chair and quickly snatched the letter from the kitchen table before going back and sitting down, your fingers opening the letter and takes out a letter. Soon after minutes of reading you suddenly place a hand over your mouth and stare at the letters that you just read...I cannot be! The letter talked about Connor and his mission but also how he got injured badly and...didn’t make it.

Rage and revenge filled your thoughts but also with it was sadness. Connor was the only person who understood you and could work with you, being happy with your friendship. But now by the letter the person sent to you still didn’t say their name but you will fortunately seek out who sent this letter and demand to know the real truth.

By now, three days passed by with your heart broken and depression filling your soul while you drag your body around the house like a sadden slave in chains. You didn’t know what to do anymore now that Connor will no longer be coming home. While you sat in your chair with your head down and a cold drink of bitter wine that wasn’t really that good but it was all that there was and might as well enjoy it the best you can. A noise could be heard from behind you as you quickly got out of your sadden mood. It couldn’t be Chap cause it didn’t at all sound like his paws. In a slow motion you slid your hand to your knife then now in a quick fast speed, you stand up from your chair and spun around with the knife charging to the person behind you. Something stopped you before your blade could go any further and feeling what seemed to be...a hand? You recognized this hand and turned your head to the person slowly.

“Connor!” Extremely happy you gave him a big hug.

“I have seem to notice you are happy to see me.” His soft toned voice finally made you relax as you missed it dearly.

“I thought you were dead…” You hoped to not be dreaming but this felt too real to be a dream. Was this a prank that he did to you? Was he the one to write to you in that letter?

“Dead? You have been mistaken. I am clearly alive and my mission with Samuel Adams is finished,” Connor replied while looking at you, his face a bit confused of why of you to be thinking that he was dead.

“I bet you have much to tell of your mission! Forget what I said. Please, sit down! You must be tired from all of this.” You decided to ignore of the letter and sit down with your friend as he talked of his exciting mission in Boston. Soon enough when Connor went upstairs you made a choice and burn the letter in the fire, not caring about it but now relaxing and finally feeling what home should feel now with your friend back and not being bored anymore...well until he has to leave again for another mission but next time you wanted to go and he accepted it.

#connor kenway #connor kenway x reader #assassin's creed #old fanfic #kinda sad #fanfiction #y/n #reader insert

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castiels-majestic-wings · 3 years

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HISTORY

Paring - Loki x Reader

Word count - 2,124

Warnings - None

This is my first fanfic so please don't be too harsh, but I would greatly appreciate some of your opinions on how i can improve my writing. Thank you.

It had been three days since you came to Asgard. Thor had offered to take you after hearing that your thesis was on Asgusrdian History. He had explained that the library was full of ancient knowledge. Of course it was mostly in Old Norse, but he showed you the section you would be able to read and understand.

Being an unofficial member of the Avengers came in handy when it came to your University papers. Of course you helped them when the time came but you weren't a true Avenger, you were neither trained in combat nor held any special gifts. But you were a tactician. And a good one at that. You already knew Tony and when he had asked for your help on a mission, you had to accept. Of course school came first but you could never refuse Tony of the help he needed. Especially when his life was on the line. And you helped save his life. On many occasions. He had asked you so move into Stark tower after that. Of course then the Avengers came and you became friends with them all.

Steve was easy to get along with, he didnt understand most of the references you made but he's always there for you. It was easy to tell Natasha anything and everything, her being the only other girl on the team made it easy for you to open up ro her. Bruce was smart, you didn't understand most of the things he said but being around Tony so much made you understand a little more than the others. Clint was a father figure to you. You knew about his family already, so you always went to him for advice Steve couldnt give you. But you never really understood Thor, after all he came from a different realm. And after witnessing first-hand what his brother did in new york you had found it difficult to trust him, thinking if Loki was capable of doing that then the other god could obviously do so much more.

But these past three days have been very helpful, you have been stuck in the Library reading non stop. The history of Asgard was a lot more than you expected. Thousands of years worth of wars, protests, evolution. It wasn't much different from the history on earth. The development was the same. The first war was about taking land and Asgard had claimed it. The second was about beliefs and claiming the opposing opinion was always wrong. The third was about a king who couldnt rule. So the Asgardians fought against him until his son took over the throne and ruled over Asgard better than his father ever did. It intrigued you greatly to find that you weren't that much different.

But it was today that you found out Loki was in Asgard. It scared you of course. After seeing the genocide in New York you never wanted to face him again. But Thor had pleaded about Loki's change of heart, explaining that he wouldnt hurt you or anyone again. He gave his word. So you trusted him. But when Loki entered the Library, you couldnt deny the fear that had crawled its way up your back. He sat down across the room facing you but his eyes were focused on the book in his hands.

Looking at him, seeing him again. It brought back the memories of new york, the way his eyes darkened whdn he found you in Stark tower. Powerless and scared. You heard Tony speaking to you in the earpiece, asking for your next move. But you couldnt speak, Loki had his eyes on you. You knew you had to tell Tony somehow. So when he came close enough you muttered to yourself.

"L-loki." He heard the fear in you voice, saw it in your eyes. And he grinned. He enjoyed placimg fear into peoples hearts. And you despised him. You heard Tony yelling at Thor to try and get eyes on you from outside. You hears the panic in his voice. But Loki didnt do anything to you. He went back to the portal device to talk the professor he had under his control. You told Tony quietly where in the tower you were and that is what gave them the upperhand.

But looking at Loki right now. It shocked you, he looked so peaceful. Like New York never happened. You didnt understand. But Loki felt your gaze om him and looked up, his eyes meeting your own. Your eyes widened and you shot your head down to resume your reading, trying to hide away.

His gaze lingered trying to recall why he recognized you, and when he remembered he felt remorse. You were the only human he didnt try to hurt in New York. He didnt know why he couldn't, maybe it was the look on your face. Or the knowledge that you couldnt move in fear he would do something. He knew you wanted nothing to do with him. He could tell you were struggling to be in the same room as him so he took his book and left to his chambers so he wouldnt bother you. That action put many questions in your head. Why did he leave? Did he recognize me? Was he trying to be kind? You couldnt comprehend his actions, but were thankful none the less.

It had been a week and you had read most of the books you used to help with your thesis but the last one you needed you couldn't understand. It was in English but it was very confusing to you. You knew Thor couldnt help because he had other things to do. And the only people you really spoke to during your time here were the servants who Thor had sent to give you meals and remind you to sleep.

That gave you one more option that you dreaded to even think about. Loki. He obviously loves reading, he came in daily to change his book and left immediately after, and he was Asgardian so he knew the history. But you just didnt want to face him. Your history wasnt a good one. But you knew you needed help. And he was academically smarter than Thor. You knew which room was his, you asked just so you could avoid it. He had avoided you to make you feel safer - or that's what you presumed at least. It was the last bit of information you needed for your paper so you had to do it. The sooner you did, the sooner you could go back home.

So you bravely got up and headed to the side of the palace you avoided at all costs. The layout was almost mirrored so it was easy to get around. Then you found his door. You hesitated for a moment. Contemplating if you should even do this. You hand was balled into a fist ready to knock, before the door opened by itself. You looked up to see Loki's radient blue eyes looking down at you in confusion with a raised brow. You dropped your hand to your side. There was a silence between you before you spoke.

"I need your help." An amused grin appeared on his face his eyes never leaving your own.

"Oh? And what could i possibly help you with that my dear brother cannot" His voice was dripping with sarcasm, obviously amused at your request for assistance.

"I need help learning Asgardian history and no one i know is academically smarter than you. You-you come to the library daily to change your books, so- its obvious you like to read" You were surprised you could form a sentence, let alone two. He broke you away from your thoughts with a chuckle.

"Yes i enjoy reading, it would be a pleasure to help you darling" Darling? The way he said it made your heart skip a beat. Was it the intimating tone? Or the fact he gave you a nickname. You couldnt tell. But for the first time ever you gave him a genuine smile.

"Thank you very much. I left my stuff in the Library, i didnt think you would accept my request." This time it was a lot easier to talk. His eyes weren't as dark as they were that day in New York. They were calmer, at peace. They were bright and full of hidden stories you wanted to read.

"Why would i refuse the request of such a beautiful midgardian" Your breath got stuck in your throat. He complimented the very woman he had frightened years prior. That fear that had been knawing at you for years suddenly disappeared. He felt lile a different person entirely. Thor was right, he has changed. Tony wouldn't believe it though. He would never trust Loki, you knew him well enough to know that. But your opinion of him has completely changed.

"Lets go then, i only have two more days to complete my paper." He nodded and closed his door leading the way even if you already knew where you were going, you didnt mind. You stayed by his side holding a small conversation until you made it to the Library. You sat down and explained what you didnt understand, he simplified the context so I would be able to gather the information I needed. You were just about finished when Thor came to check up on you. He was shocked to see you not just near Loki but speaking to him. He knew of your dislike for him so he didnt know what to do. You were facing the pages of the book so you didn't see him enter. He made his presence known by closing the door he had previously left open. You looked up and smiled as you saw him. You hand automatically gave him a snall wave before returning to your notebook.

"What are you doing here brother?" Thor obviously wanted answers so you didnt give Loki a chance to.

"He's helping me learn about Asgardian history! He simplified it so I was able to understand much better. Plus hes very knowledgeable."

"So you're okay? Being with him after last time i thought-"

"Yeah I mean I hesitated to even ask for help but I'm glad I did. Plus he has some very funny stories fron your childhood too. The stabby snake one is my favourite." You saw Thor's frown deepen knowing that Loki shared embarrassing stories of himself. But he was happy nonetheless. You were able to talk to his brother without the fear if getting hurt.

"How long do until your research is complete? Tony has asked me to escort you home once your done with your studies." You shrugged in response.

"Not long, about two hours or so." A smile made its way to your lips knowing youll be able to go home. But you heart ached at the thought of leaving Loki after befriending him so suddenly.

"But will Loki be able to come with us? He taught me so much about Asgard I want to show him earths history. I can take him to the museum I took you to when you were first curious." Thor was pondering your request to take his brother to the avengers tower alongside you. How would Tony react knowing you feared his brother? Would the rest of the avengers be okay with it.

"Theres a spare room across from mine he could stay in durin his visit. C'mon Thor. Please, its not very often that i get over my fears." You're eyes pleaded to him. Begging for him to say yes. You needed to talk to Loki about the modern literature on earth. You had plenty of books in your own room you could let him borrow. And it seemed like Thor knew he couldnt win this fight.

"Alright, Loki can you escort her home once you're done?" Thor had put every ounce of trust he had into his brother. He knew you weren't capable of combat but he also knew how similar the two of you were.

"Of course brother. I shall take good care if her, you need not worry." And then Thor took his leave. It was a good idea to bring Loki with you. Once you got home Tony was less than pleased at the sight of Loki, he begged you to hate him again and make him leave. But you wouldn't. You had to many things to show him. You had so much in common plus, in the short amount of time that you trusted him, he may have found his way into your heart.

#loki x reader #mcu loki #loki #loki odinson #loki lafeyson #loki imagine #loki x you #cazza writes

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valeriethepussycats · 3 years

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Enraptured

Pairing-Loki x Reader

Warning- cursing

Your thoughts and other characters are in italics.

A/n- this is an continuation of the dream world with Loki in Assemble (chapter5) if you want the song that inspired this it’s hanging by a moment by Lifehouse. (A little vent- I just found out that Mike Wazowski, The cyclops from one of my favorite movies growing up as a child is taller then me so from now on all of my Marvel fanfic and others the height is 5,5. The average height for a woman thank you for coming to my Ted talk☺️.)

Y/n and Loki are standing outside on the balcony. Y/n looks at Asgard with aw that she’s here. And Loki is looking at her with love in he’s eye like he’s already planning there life together and all the things he wants to do with her. This is all new to her Y/n’s father didn’t play anything games when it came to boys. In his eyes Y/n couldn’t have a boyfriend until she was eighty-five, imagine how he gonna react when he finds out that she likes someone and that someone just so happens to be Loki.

“Your staring.” Y/n announced not taking her eye off the scenery.

“I am not, cannot admiring beauty.” Loki said giving Y/n direct eye contact without staring but with minimal blinking.

Robin turns to face Loki with a gentle smile face. “What does it mean to have your name written in stars.”

“How-“ Loki stated.

“Thor told me.” Y/n answered.

“Well it only happens every 500 years. It tells you that your faded to be with someone. It’s started out as a simple spell but something happened and the stars intervene.” Loki explained.

“What’s going to happen between us?” Y/n said as her brows pull together in a frown.

“The more we are with each other the stronger we will be?” Loki answered.

“like seeing memories?”

“Yes.”

“Can the connection be lost?” Y/n asked.

“Do you not want it?”

“No. No, I want it......it’s just what if something happens and your taken from me.” Y/n said with a gloomy sigh.

“That would never happen.” Loki said in a voice soft with affection. “I will always find my way to you....you have been in my mind for a year. Now that I finally had you I do not want this feeling to fade.”

“I haven’t felt at peace like this in a long time.” Y/n started. “And it’s all because of you. I want to know more about you.”

“I’m not telling you about The Tesseract if that’s what your implying.” Loki told Y/n walking back into the dining room.

“I don’t want know about it?” Y/n said as she follows Loki.

“Really?”

“We’re gonna find it regardless if you tell me or not.”

“Is that cockiness, my dear?”

“No....no it’s confidence.” Y/n said holding her head high. “Now tell me something about you.”

“I am Frost Giants.” Loki said staring at his toes.

“What’s a Frost Giants?” Y/n said in a curious tone.

“Race of large humanoid beings.” Loki stated. “Let me show you.” Loki gently grabs hold of Y/n’s right hand. “Make your hand as cold as possible.”

“Ok.”

Y/n makes her hand Icy cold to the point where Loki’s hand starts to turn blue. The blue starts to climb up his arm and before it reaches face he goes away quickly. “Did I hurt you?”

“No. I just.....do not want you to see that form.”

“Why not?”

“You might not like what you see.”

“Don’t make that decision for me.” Y/n informed sassily. Y/n walks up to Loki and with her clod hand she touches Loki’s face and the blueness starts to spreading further, consuming his whole body.

“You know my eyes turn red too.“ Y/n said with a smile. “Now we have something in common.”

“You do not find me monsters?” Loki said searching Y/n face for anything that shows disgust. “You don’t hate what you see?”

“Why would I...I literally just found out what Frost Giants were five minutes ago

Blue skin or not you’re still Loki.” Y/n said with smile. “And who ever told you that you look like a monster fucking lied- “

Before Y/n could say anymore, Loki kisses her. Y/n stood froze when he kissed her abruptly, her hands still mid-air from the vibrant rant about him be called a monster. But Y/n pulled Loki closer, then She moved her hands to his shoulders affectionately. Loki runs his thumb down her cheek. More and more the kiss becomes heated.

I should stop this....but I don’t want to

Just then Y/n jumps up on to Loki and wrap her legs around Loki’s waist with out breaking the kiss. He walks them over to the table and swipe it with one arm and placed Y/n down. Loki started kissing Y/n carefully, tenderly, as if she were the most precious thing in the world. The tip of his tongue trailed against the seam of her lips urging her to open for him and she did. Her heart pounded when his tongue slipped inside her mouth as he deepened the kiss. Y/n whimpered into the kiss, them both pulsed with desire, with need, for each other.

“Lord Loki.”

Hearing that was like a cold bucket of water getting thrown on both of them. Robin wanted the world to open up and swallow her whole.

“It better be important.” Loki looks over Y/n’s shoulder at the woman in the doorway.

“Her lady is needed for the ceremony” Ada said shifting from foot to foot.

Loki looks down at Y/n. “It must have slipped my mind.”

Y/n looks up at Loki while biting her lower lip. “What’s supposed to be happening.”

Loki steps to aside. “You must go, the ceremony will be starting shortly.”

The ladies quickly grab hold of Y/n’s arm and pull her away but her eyes remain on Loki. “Ceremony? What ceremony?” Be Loki can give Y/n a answer she’s already gone out the room.

“M’lady we must get you ready.” Said Ada.

“What exactly is this ceremony and why am I supposed to be getting ready?” Y/n asked.

“My lady we cannot tell you it was lord Loki’s orders.”

What is he up too.

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The maidens walks Y/n into a room where there is nothing but ball gowns. “Oh no.” Y/n tries to run out the room Merona stops her by blocking her path.

“Something the matter m’lady?” Merona fairly short woman asked.

“Am I supposed to be wearing one of these gowns?” Y/n questioned.

“Yes, m’lady.” All three maidens said in sync.

“What’s wrong with the dress I have on now?” Y/n wondered.

“That morning attire, m’lady.” Eda said walking over to the gowns.

“Morni-“

Do they have an attire for every fucking part of the day

“Do I have to?” Y/n said giving the maidens the puppy dog face.

Maidens nod their head “yes.”

Y/n sigh heavily. “If I must.”

The maidens goes to help Y/n out her clothes but she stops them. “Wha-what are you doing?”

“Getting you dressed, m’lady.” Ada answered.

“Why? I’m perfectly capable of doing it myself.” Y/n told them scratching her head. The maidens move Y/n to chair that’s in front of a big mirror and starts to do her hair and make up.

“Its our job, m’lady.” Eda stated.

“Why do you call me ‘m’lady’, I’m not royalty.” Y/n stared. “I’m just like you...commoner.”

“M’lady, you do not know how important you are.” Eda replied.

“What does-“

“We know you are from Midgard and you are not use to our custom.” Merona chimed in.

“How is Midgard?” Ada said in a cheerful voice.

“Ada, we should not bother her lady with such nonsense.” Merona scolded.

“No it’s fine Merona. Midgard is very different from Asgard everyone lives differently and there are different languages.” Y/n explained.

“How different?” Ada said in a curious tone.

“We don’t change every time of the day, we wear one set of clothes every day that’s unless you bath or shower then you change and we have phones and tv.”

“What is a phone?”

“What is a tv?”

Another maiden walks into the dressing room. This one carries herself as one would do being the manager of a company, the ladies whole demeanor changed when she walked. It’s like they knew they were in trouble but they just don’t know why.

“Merona..Eda....Ada why is her lady Y/n not ready.” Nura scolded them.

The three maidens hang their heads low and apologize.

“It is my fault they wanted to know more about where I come from.” Y/n told Nura. “And I wasn’t exactly cooperating.”

“Your too kind but we must get you ready.” Nura take Y/n behind a screen to change into the dress of her choosing. What are you doing so Eda starts to finish her make up while Merona tries to find a suitable hairstyle for the occasion. When they are done working a miracle. Nura looks at Y/n to see if she can find any imperfections on her dress and to see if there’s any strands of hair misplace or any smudged make up.

“You look beautiful m’lady.” Nura said with a proud smile.

Y/n smiles at the older woman. “Thank you.”

“Now we must hurry.” Nura proclaimed.

“Right....to some ceremony I know nothing about thank you Merona...Ada...Eda” Y/n said running out of the room

“You are ever so welcome m’lady.” Ada said with a smile on her face.

“No, fair I wanted to say that.” Eda whined.

Nura speed walks to catch up to Y/n. “A lady should never run.”

“Oh I’m sorry.” Y/n said as she stops running and walks.

“If needed so she speeds walks.” Nura informed Y/n.

Y/n and Nura reaches double doors and before Nura could open them Y/n stops her.“Before we go in.....what’s happening?”

“It is your wedding day, m’lady.”

“Wedding......day!?!

“I am go to tell you everything you need to know.”

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The Throne Room was quite no one dare to speak the only sound you could hear was the Orchestra playing. Loki looks over at the head servant, reading his mind the head servant walks off to find what’s taken Lady Y/n so long and before she make it out.

The doors open to reveal Y/n dressed in the most lovely gown rich with color, walking down the aisle between the knights and courtiers of Asgard. Y/n kneels on the dais before King Loki. Loki smiles down at her. A man brings the queen's crown and ring to Loki on a pillow and he takes it.

“By the sacred laws vested in me, I crown you...Y/n...Queen of Asgard.”

Before Loki crowns Robin she wakes up in her bed back on earth and in her room on the Helicarrier.

“So it was all a dream...something my mind cooked up.” Y/n said with disappointment.

(I’m kidding about the 5,5. I’m just going through something lol. And if you want to look at the dress I suggested. Here.)

#loki x black!reader #loki x reader

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that-0ne-simp · 4 years

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The night left ( Kuroo Tetsurō x Reader)

Heyyyy! Quick note y/n is a real person in this real world! And I suggest you listen to " idk you yet by Alexander 23" on loop 🔁 for this story :) thank you!

6:00pm

You were walking home alone after a bad day from school. This happens a lot that it became your routine. No matter how hard you try for some reason you can never have a normal, positive, happy day. Sometimes you wish you could just disappear or maybe go back to the time you were a kid. Imagine how fun it would be living your life with pure happy imagination

.As a kid, you always had a wild imagination. As you grow older the harder life gets your wonderful imagination slowly fades into a pool of anxiety, self consciousnesses, and sad reality. You used to have this big no I mean HUGE crush on Kuroo Tetsuro. You loved the idea of having him by your side comforting you and loving you. Somehow the thought of that makes you feel less... lonely.

That was in the past. Now you live in an apartment on your own starting your 1st year in college. It is heartbreaking to realize how much you've changed not only physically but also mentally. You realized in the real world no one would do that to you. No one will hug you and tell you everything will be alright, no one will ask you how your day went, NO ONE will ever be there to listen to you.You eventually end up in front of your apartment door. You were about to unlock it when you heard a series of footsteps as if someone was walking around. Cautiously you slowly open the door and that's when you saw someone you never knew alive nor existed.

"Nice to see you Chibi-chan!" He said with a goofy smile on his face. You stood there in pure shock "What the hell?! Is this a joke? Are you a cosplayer? You know what?! I don't care get out. NOW" you said utterly confused. "NO NO NO no I'm not! Please believe me y/n" he pleaded. " what the hell bro your creepy how the fuck do you know my name? Did f/n set me up? Did she hire you? You better get out now or I'm calling the cops!" " NO! y/n I'm Kuroo Tetsuro! You see! come on, please... trust me"

you knew you shouldn't trust him. You knew you shouldn't believe him but, there's something that's telling you that he's telling the truth. Of course, that is impossible but it was sincere the look in his eyes. What the hell is happening? Have you finally gone crazy from all the bullshit the universe has put you through? Despite this crazy shit happening you managed to stay calm. Honestly, the word has put you through so much shit that you cannot find the care anymore.

You sighed " so you're Kuroo Tetsuro, as in the captain of Nekoma which happens to be from an anime" "yup" he answered shortly. "That's the dumbest thing I-" you couldn't continue cause deep down you know you believe him. I mean who wouldn't? He has the same voice, hair, height and he looks exactly like Kuroo and not to mention his aura and personality, It's like the exact copy. You look at him as he smirks and raises his eyebrow as if he was telling you 'see? I'm right'.

You roll your eyes at him"fine if you are Kuroo then what are you doing here and how are you even here?" "Well the second question's complicated but I can answer the first one. I'm here because..." "because?" "I wanted to see you" when he said that you were taken back and slightly flattered at the thought that someone wants to see you. " and why did you want to see me?" You asked hoping to make more sense of the situation.

You've got to admit you were kinda anxious for his answer but what he said completely confused you."Because I missed you" when he said that you suddenly had the urge to say it back. The truth is you did miss him a lot but you wouldn't admit it. "ok then.." you replied as you take deep breathes in hopes to calm yourself down.You know you might regret this, you know this is dumb as fuck but "so do you want to stay?" The moment you said that his eyes lit up like a child as if he was waiting for this his whole life. He softly replied with a genuine gentle smile on his face. " I would love that love" For some reason him calling you love gave you a nostalgic feeling. It made you feel safe like you could be yourself with him.

"What's with the new nickname? What happened to chibi-chan?" You asked as you head to the kitchen. It took him a while to respond. "..don't you remember? We used to call each other that" you couldn't see him but you had a feeling that he wore a sad smile on his face as he recalled the memories of you together. For you on the other hand don't remember any of that happening... when it hits you. You remember reading a fanfic book of you and Kuroo being together and throughout the book, you called each other love. At that moment all your doubts vanished. You completely believe him. He is your Kuroo. You were confused but you weren't scared. You take the snacks and walk to him on the couch as you compose yourself.

"Well then, it's really nice to see you Kuroo" you said with a smile on your face as you sat down next to him. After an hour or less of watching tv with him, he asks you "hey love?" "hmm?" "Can we do face masks?" You were taken back by his sudden request but you're not complaining. "sure...but why tho? I didn't think you're kind of guy who enjoys face masks" you asked as you look up at him. He looks at you mischievously "you told me you wanted to do face masks with me and besides I always wanted to try the peel-off ones"

The smile he wore can fool others but not you though. You had a feeling that it's not the entire truth."Kuroo, what do you really want?" Short silence took over once again until "I want to spend this night with you doing the things we've wanted to do" now that was the truth. He never wanted anything more than to spend time with you. "Fine" you said slightly laughing at how cute he's being. After a few hours of doing random stuff like curling your hair with straws, doing random dance videos, baking, and dancing.

It was now 12:20 am and both of you decided to go for a walk. "Thank you" he mumbles "hmm?" "I said Thank you" "for what?" You asked " For spending the night with me" he said while smiling but for some reason there it is again the tint of sadness in his tone. You stop walking and look at him with a teasing smile on your face. "huh? You've been acting all weird all night are you sure you're Kuroo? Cause the real Kuroo I know is cocky, sarcastic, and is a science nerd even though he's a complete dick" you teased trying to lighten up the mood.

"Hey! who are you calling dick chibi-chan! For someone who is so clearly lacking docosahexaenoic acid you sure are great with your words SHRIMP" He says with a smirk. After that, you guys walked for an hour or two as you talk about dumb shit. When you guys get home it was already 2:57 am. Both of you decided to cuddle in bed. " I wish we could stay like this forever" you say with his arms wrapped around you comfortably as you slowly drift off to sleep.

5:00 am

You woke up to Kuroo looking at you lovingly as he creases your cheek while humming a beautiful melody. You listened to him more and you realized It was the song you always imagine him singing to you. "Good morning Kuroo" you greeted with a smile. "Good morning Love" He said as he gently kisses your forehead. "sleep some more love" "but Kuroo I'm not-" " Please y/n" He pleaded, his voice somewhat shaking as he pushed your head to his chest. You didn't notice the tears threatening to slip through his eyes. "Hey, Kuroo?" "hmm?" "all we did tonight was everything I wanted to do. But, What about you?" You asked trying to look up at him to see his face but you couldn't, he was holding you so tight as if he would lose you. "didn't I tell you to sleep already?" He asked as he let out a small chuckle. "Fineee" you said pouting. After a few seconds of silence "good night Kuroo" you said as sleep takes over you.

5:30 am

"Y/N... Love" You woke up to Kuroo saying your name shaking you lightly. "hmmm?" you answer still half asleep and you rub your eye. "good morning love" "good morning, why'd you wake me up?" You asked looking at him eyes half-open. "Guess what chibi-chan" "hmm?" "I love you" That simple three-letter word woke you wide awake as you feel your face heating up. "T-Tetsuro w-" "and I want you to have sweet dreams of me" and that's when you noticed the tears streaming down his face. "h-hey are you o-" You panicked, you don't like seeing him like this nor do you like the feelings his words are giving you. You can't bear the fact that he's talking to you as if he was saying goodbye. Tears threaten to fall from the sudden terrifying thought of him leaving. "I love you so fucking much" He cried once more with hurt visible on his beautiful face. "h-hey! why do I feel like you're saying goodbye!" at this point you were also crying, you weren't ready. You didn't want to risk it, you wouldn't be able to handle it if he were to leave. "I will never get tired, I will never say no for more time with you" The tears kept ongoing and all you could respond with is a little whimper. "Promise me you'll be the cute and happy chibi-chan for me forever. Cause if you do I will be the happiest man alive" "Tetsu- please don't leave me, I wouldn't be able to handle it. Tetsu please, you can't leave me, I love you, you're everything I've ever wanted. All I need is you so please." You cry desperately holding on to him scared to let go. "I'm sorry for not telling you sooner... Tell me, love, how can you miss someone you've never met? .....I Love you so much chibi-chan" He leaned in, lips a few centimeters from yours and before it even touched. It happened all so fast. In just one blink of an eye, he's gone with a beautifully decorated envelope stood in his place.

Dear Y/n,

I'm sorry... I'm sorry I didn't complete the things you wanted to do with me. I couldn't do the last one. I didn't have the courage to say it to you out loud so I'm sorry if this is not what you expected but I do want to say it to you so here it goes. Y/N L/N is your name but you were Y/N Kuroo from where I came from. You might have now noticed that all my memories of us together came from your imagination or from stories you read. The memories might not be true but y/n I love you so much and that's something you cannot deny. I've been with you ever since you knew about me and I didn't have the guts to leave even though you already left me. I can't blame you though I know you're getting older and I know that as times pass by you will eventually forget about me. You asked me what I really wanted. Well, I wanted to start a family with you, I wanted to spend the rest of my life with you. But more than anything I wanted to be with you even if it was just for a night. Love, you are the most adorable, beautiful, kind-hearted, caring, lovable girl that I have ever met. I love you so damn much chibi-chan. My chibi-chan, I missed you.-Love Kuroo

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Kuroo Tetsuro Bucket list:

Spend a night with her✔

Finish her bucket list ✔

Kiss her

If you cringe while reading this because of all the grammar mistakes sorry bubs but I’m too lazy to fix it ;P

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