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kelpiemomma · 2 years

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the only time I managed to (try to) get on Malik's back from the right and this is as far as I got ✊🏻😔

#Kelp tracks #Mister Malik #I started kicking to try and get myself up and he spooked sideways #It was fun tho!!!

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ecoamerica · 1 month

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happypopcornprincess · 1 year

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Dancing With Our Hands Tied

Pairings - Tony Stark X OC Zara Malik

Premise – Under circumstances, he could not control, Tony lost his parents, his mentor, and his best friend/former lover. Will he have to lose his love as well?

Word Count - No idea, I'm going absolutely blind on this one.

Warnings: age gap, angst, Canon-level violence, allusions to smut, mentions of blood, explosions.

a/n - Thank you @swaraleeeeeee for this amazing request about Tony and a Desi Reader!!! I am thrilled and excited to share this with everyone yayy! plus, this fic is set in the Age Of Ultron AU universe and is set on the day of Tony's party at his penthouse.

There are references to a specific Horror Series and the story is somewhat inspired by the song Dancing With Our Hands Tied by Taylor Swift. Hope y'all like it :)

Main Masterlist || Requests are open! Keep ‘em coming 😏❤

I loved you in secret

First sight, yeah, we love without reason

Oh, twenty-five years old

Oh, how were you to know, and

My, love had been frozen

Deep blue, but you painted me golden

Oh, and you held me close

Oh, how was I to know that

- (Dancing With Our Hands Tied) Taylor Swift

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Tony looked around at the party exiting the lab. The Ultron project was complete. JARVIS was now analyzing the AI while keeping an eye on it, and he had successfully convinced Bruce to be a part of it. He needed his help, and extra hands in his lab never hurt.

Now, it was time to party.

He had debated having the party downtown in some fancy hotel but what better place to get wasted than your newly renovated penthouse? He buttoned up his blazer and stepped into the crowd of guests. This brought back memories of college, sneaking out and getting wasted with people he had never met before. Maybe if he was lucky tonight, he'd get to poke at Steve and have a jolly time with Rodney.

But he froze on the stairs looking at the flashes of a familiar emerald-colored fabric in the crowd.

"Stark! There you are!" If it wasn't for Clint slapping his back, he would have walked up to her then and there, and the ruse would be up.

"I… was in the stuff, doing the lab." He babbled, trying his best not to sound obvious. Even though he could be the unafraid playboy billionaire for the entire world, she made him lose his shit. In simple words, she drove him crazy.

Clint made a disgusting face and gestured to him to come along. "You gotta meet Dr. Malik! She's Dr. Cho's colleague. She talked about some crazy biotechnology that I have no idea about but I just know you would love it so…"

He zoned out of what Clint was saying. His entire focus was on her, the smell of jasmine invading his senses.

She was talking to Natasha and Bruce, both listening to her with rapt attention. He stood just behind her, looking at her back. Her long hair was loose, falling on her back and shoulders, and the loose end of her saree - the same one he bought her - was gracefully tucked on her shoulder, the pleats perfectly symmetrical.

"...and Dr. Cho has been kind enough to let me be a part of her latest research, based in New York." Her sweet voice was what brought him out of his trance. He couldn't believe she was here. "We are working on repairing skin cells for burn victims, a sort of regenerative process that will allow the skin to heal itself without surgery."

"Dr. Malik, I see you haven't met our host." Tony's heart did a somersault at Clint's words, panic written all over his face.

Well, this is really happening.

She turned around fully, facing him and Clint.

No matter how many times he saw her in that damn green saree with the stupid black blouse that blurred the line between decent and sensual. His mind would go blank.

And she had red lipstick on.

She was trying to give him a heart attack.

"Ah, Mister Stark. The Iron Man himself." She gave him a blinding smile, the one she had practiced and prepared for the public.

He realized she was in on it. She was fine with it.

And the ruse continues.

"Just Tony for you, Dr..." He extends his hand and she shakes it as she steps towards him.

"Zara. Zara Malik."

Tony had to fight every fiber of his being not to hold her closer. As if he was meeting her for the first time, he had to play the role.

Don't be a fool, Tony. Let's stay professional.

It was a far cry from their first meeting.

2 years ago, Mexico

Tony took a breath of relief and looked around him, smiling.

He had always made sure to give a fair share of donations to people in need. Currently, he was standing inside Stark Industries' first free medical center for orphaned children and LGBTQIA+ youth in Mexico. His mother's old friend, Miss Herrera, was willing to take over the project and assist the research students at her alma mater. And Tony was glad to help.

He heard laughter coming from the end of the hallway. Happy was close behind as he opened the doors and entered the room.

Inside was a huge room with at least twenty beds, all empty. In the middle of the room, there was a group of kids, teenagers, and even some adults hovering around a woman wearing her lab coat. Her head was buried in her notebook.

In front of her sat a kid, no older than 15, and another woman stood next to her. This woman would later become known as Dr. Helen Cho. She was rapidly speaking numbers.

His eyebrows shot up as he realized that it was a contest.

"...plus fourteen divided by six, and the entirety multiplied by Nineteen. Go!"

Both the woman and the kid scribbled like crazy in their notebooks and seconds later the kid screamed, "249!"

"It's correct." The woman spoke up, and cheers erupted all around them.

"Oh come on!" The woman competing threw up her hands, but you could hardly guess she was even upset about losing, as a huge grin was plastered on her face.

That was when she turned to him, and Tony saw Zara for the first time.

But she wasn't the only one to notice him, as the entire army of kids and teens ran to him, looking at the legendary Iron Man.

After what felt like hours of answering their endless questions, he finally got to talk to Cho and Zara.

Cho jumped on the opportunity to tell him about the research they had been doing and volunteering for the kids in their free time. She couldn’t control her excitement about meeting the legendary man behind the iron mask. Zara, on the other hand, was calm and steady. She had a pleasant face. She answered some questions for him and spoke where Cho stumbled, but otherwise remained silent. Tony admits he didn’t fall for her at that moment.

He did when she asked him out on a date.

He was 38. She was 25.

His first reaction was, “I’m sorry, what?”

She smiled, fidgeting with her hands. “I’m sorry if I’m overstepping, but I would love to grab dinner with you sometime.”

Happy’s jaw was hanging open. And Tony was flabbergasted.

“I… Uh… I would love to, Zara Mali- Zara. Zara. Can I call you Zara?” He blinked.

She blushed, “sure, Mr. Stark.”

“Please, it’s Tony. And yeah, sure, I'll see you tomorrow night?” He smiled, fumbling with his hands as he backed out of the room, almost colliding with Happy in the process. However, he somehow made it to the elevator.

“Holy shit.” he breathed out. Happy handed him a napkin.

It was then that he realized he was sweating, his heart racing. It was the first time in a long time someone asked him out, not the other way around. He was so used to asking people out that he had completely forgotten what it felt like to be on the other end.

It felt nice.

Zara felt overwhelmed, being around people she had heard about so much that she knew like old friends. Tony would never shut up about his teammates, the latest updates that he did on their weapons and suits, and their habits that annoyed him.

Oh, Tony.

Zara knew Tony was scared for her after what happened with Pepper. After Killian's fiasco, they remained friends, but Zara understood that a part of Tony would always love Pepper. She was his first love. They had mutually agreed to keep their relationship a secret. JARVIS and Happy were the only ones who knew about her, and Rodney found out after accidentally waking in on one of their intense ‘love-making’ sessions.

He was standing right next to her, in the charcoal suit she helped pick up. It felt weird to talk to him as she had never known him at all. It hurt him too.

His face was expressionless as he slowly sipped his champagne. He looked at her occasionally but averted his eyes as soon as someone else noticed.

Bruce spoke to her after the group had scattered to find a refill for their drinks. "I would love to hear more about this project Dr. Malik. This is promising work."

"You flatter me Dr. Banner" She spoke, “but of course, you are welcome to Seoul anytime you wish.” He smiled and strode ahead to Natasha, who was now behind the bar having a chat with Thor.

“Zara.” she smiled as she turned to Tony, “a heads up would have been great, I almost died watching you here.”

She grimaced apologetically, “Cho practically dragged me here. I denied but she was dead set on taking me as her plus one, and I tried to call you so many times today that you didn’t pick up. I’m sorry Tony I-”

He nodded with a gentle expression on his face. “I was in the lab the entire day. My phone was off. And I should be the one who is sorry. I know how horrible you must be feeling right now. I just," huffed out a laugh, “I really want to climb up this building and scream at the top of my lungs how much I love you.”

Zara tilted her head as she gazed at him. “I love you, Tony.”

“I love you too,” he smiled and raised his brows at her saree, stepped closer, and said in a low whisper, “and I can’t wait to take this off tonight.”

Her lips parted in surprise as he stepped away smirking.

“Is he bothering you?”

She jumped as she heard Rodney’s voice coming from behind her.

“holy shit, you scared me.” she laughed, and Rodney laughed along with her.

“It’s been a while,” he says, smirking, and flashes of how they met the first time involuntarily invade her mind.

She grimaced, closing her eyes, “uh, yeah, the last time we met wasn’t exactly the most ideal situation to have a chat. But nice to see you, Rhodes.”

“Chill, it’s fine. I didn’t know you had taken it public or I would have-”

“No!” she stops him before he says anything further, “uh, I’m here by coincidence. We’re still under wraps. I just want Tony to feel comfortable talking to people when he wants to.”

“Well, he’s been a bit off for a few days. Just keep close to him.”

“Will do.”

“Hey, we’re having an after-party. Cho's been invited by Thor. Wanna join?” he asks, sipping his scotch.

“Why not!”

“cool, see you around.” Rodney smiles and joins Tony at the bar.

She pulls out her phone to contact Jarvis, a desperate attempt to let Tony know she will be here longer, but she couldn’t. She tries again, but Jarvis seems unresponsive.

Tony might have put him on some sort of update.

She doesn’t think twice about it, instead opting to have a drink to calm her nerves.

All while being unaware of the fact that just meters above their heads, the AI was fighting for his life against something that would change everything.

I could've spent forever with your hands in my pockets

Picture of your face in an invisible locket

You said there was nothing in the world that could stop it

I had a bad feeling

and darling, you had turned my bed into a sacred oasis

People started talking, putting us through our paces

I knew there was no one in the world who could take it

I had a bad feeling

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One month ago, in Seoul, South Korea

"You seem tense.” Zara hummed as she caressed his chest, right where his arc reactor used to be. She scooted closer, her warm body pressing against his, as she laid her head on his shoulder.

“Thinking about this new hydra base we are attacking next week,” he replied, playing with her hair. He enjoyed doing that a lot. He would braid it sometimes, or he would just run his fingers through it. They were always so soft, and they smelled really pleasant. He smiled as he remembered once begging her to tell him how she had such crazy volume. She just shrugged and said it was genetics.

“I’m scared,” she mumbles.

“Hey,” he turns his head to her, taking her face in his hand, “I’ll be fine.” he smiles.

“I know, it’s just,” she props up on her elbow, hovering over him, “you have this thing about saving others before yourself. You think about everyone before you,” she brushes a strand of his hair. “I want you to promise me something.”

"Anything, Z," he replied.

"You'll come back. Okay, you will come back to me no matter what.” She looks at him with such concern that it breaks his heart.

“I promise, Z, I will.” he squeezes her hand.

She breathes out, “And I know you survived a wormhole in space and a psychotic Norse God but you have to do this, for me.” she smiles, a strand of her hair falling on her face.

Tony tackles her on her back, kissing her fiercely, grabbing her waist to press her tightly against him.

He can’t lose her. He won’t lose her.

But we were dancing

Dancing with our hands tied, hands tied

Yeah, we were dancing

Like it was the first time, first time

Yeah, we were dancing

Dancing with our hands tied, hands tied

Yeah, we were dancing

And I had a bad feeling

But we were dancing

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The after-party

"Are you even pulling?”

“Are you on my team?”

"Just represent! Pull!”

Zara couldn’t help but laugh as she witnessed Tony and Rodney trying to lift Mjolnir. Truthfully, it was a desperate attempt with their suit gauntlets that were almost smoking.

The champagne in their systems did not help at all. They gave up, at last, Rodney punching Tony's arm for being dragged into this mess.

And this time, instead of taking his seat, he plopped down next to her.

He rested his head on the backrest of the couch, pouting. “It’s rigged," he said.

“It’s magic,” she replied.

“Point Break is cheating.”

She laughed out loud, “no, he’s not”

As she reclines in her seat, she looks at him through hooded eyes. Her head was fuzzy even after just two drinks, and he was so close, with his tie loose, his sleeves rolled up, smiling at her. A kiss to drive him senseless was all she could think of.

He raised his hand, swaying his palm in front of her. “Dance with me?”

She took a sharp breath, watching from the corner of her eye how Clint nudged Maria to look at them.

“Are you sure?” she asked, raising her brows.

“C’mon,” he smiled, blinking at her like she was the only one in the room.

She placed her hand on his, and he pulled her to the clear space behind the couch they were sitting on.

And the speakers blasted Jessie’s Girl by Rick Springfield.

Zara laughed out loud as Tony shimmied his shoulders to the beat. She heard a hoot and saw others joining in. Bruce and Natasha danced as a couple, and Steve somehow joined Clint and Maria in a conga line.

She felt strong arms grab her waist and pull her forward, meeting her chest with Tony. Zara grabbed his shoulders as they swayed to the music. He bopped his head as he held her arm and swayed her to the music, spinning her and holding her close.

Zara could see Natasha eyeing them suspiciously, but she didn’t care anymore. Her boyfriend smiled lovingly at her as she looked into his eyes. His cheeks were pink.

Was he blushing?

She was lost in his eyes, the feel of his hands on her waist, and the way his breath fanned her face.

She almost missed the disembodied robot coming towards them.

It was only when she heard its chilling distorted voice and felt Tony tensed up that she realized this was not going to end well.

Tony's first instinct was to pull Zara behind him, and as soon as he realized JARVIS was gone, his grip on her hand tightened. Upon hearing his voice through the tiny speaker in its body, his mind kicked into overdrive.

So much for armor around the world.

He saw how Cap stood discreetly next to the wooden coffee table and how Thor grabbed the handle of Mjolnir.

He could feel the tension in the air as his teammates tried to buy some time before it rained down.

He had to get Zara out of here fast.

“What better way to cleanse the world than starting with the annihilation of the Avengers? And as with the battle of New York, a few collaterals like Miss Zara won’t hurt anyone.”

Tony’s entire body turned cold as soon as he heard that.

Ultron hasn’t just killed JARVIS, he also absorbed his database, including the knowledge of Zara and what she is to him.

He had only a second to look at her blood-drained face when the walls collapsed, his own robots dead set on killing them all.

That’s when a lot of things happened all at once.

Steve kicked the table as two robots flew into it.

Thor began to thrash as many as he could.

Clint and Hill started shooting, while Natasha tried to save Bruce.

Tony pushed her harshly towards the grand piano and ran towards the nearest robot.

It was chaos all around her.

She tried crawling behind it, but she met a dead end. She turned around to see Steve crash into a glass wall. Her heart raced, her body kicking into survival mode. Her eyes scanned the room for a place to hide. Her eyes followed Thor as he blasted a robot with lightning, and for a split second, she saw it. The clearing under the staircase was obstructed by a pillar in front of it.

Adrenaline took over, and she dashed towards it with all her might.

It rained glass, something was on fire, and the smell of burning wood surrounded her, but her only focus was on her goal.

And she would have made it if it wasn’t for the torso of a robot flying right in front of her.

Its arm was raised and she met the glowing palm of its hand on her face.

Zara jumped to her right, behind the couch, and onto the broken shards of glass.

HYDRA base, Sokovia.

Tony overlooked the destruction unleashed in front of his eyes.

The Chitauri army invaded, setting the planet on fire.

The Avengers lay dead on the rocks. Steve’s shield was broken, Natasha's face was bleeding, and Bruce wasn’t breathing.

He staggered back, wondering for a second about how he ended up here when he was just standing near the scepter seconds ago. His mind begged him to see if it wasn’t real.

He felt something on his leg and he looked down.

He hoped he never did, for he saw Zara on his feet.

He fell to his knees as he held her lifeless frame, her eyes closed, her face covered in blood, and a glass shard prodding out of her chest.

He screamed, shook her, and begged for her to open her eyes but she just lay there.

Dead.

Tony found Zara staggering away from the glass around her. Her hair was caked in blood, and glass wounds covered her entire right arm. He immediately held her, helping her stand up. She groaned as she got up, glancing at her right arm to see it covered in blood. And then she looked at Tony.

She held his face in her palms. "Are you okay?” Her voice was dripping with worry.

He couldn’t stop the laugh that escaped his lips. “shouldn’t I be asking you that?” his fingers ghosted over her injured temple, and he swallowed hard, his heart racing as he realized how seriously hurt she was.

“Zara I-” he started as he got interrupted by Cho, “젠장 (shit; in Koren) Zara you’re bleeding!” Zara gave her a nod as Cho let out a sigh of relief.

She then looked at him, still shocked at what had happened, and froze.

Her eyes traveled between Zara and him, and the way they were holding each other.

She opened her mouth to say something but Steve's voice interrupted her.

“Stark,” Tony turned around to see Cap standing behind them, along with the rest of the Avengers. “Care to explain what the hell was that?"

“This is roomier than my first apartment.” Cho looked around the laundry room in Tony’s penthouse.

Tony had led her there with Cho, as the others were in the adjacent conference room. He had handed them a first aid kit and was now having a shouting match with his team. Their muffled shouts could be heard from inside.

Zara had gotten rid of her saree, was wearing one of Tony’s t-shirts she found in the folded laundry and was sitting on the toilet with its lid closed. Cho knelt in front of her, cleaning her wounds.

“So, you and Stark…” she asks, dabbing her wounds with a sterile cloth.

“Yep.” she breathes out, looking at her.

“You could have told me Z.” Cho pouts, “I thought you were getting catfished when you told me about your long-distance boyfriend from New York. Did he force you to not tell anyone?”

"Helen, come on!" Zara laughed. "We mutually decided not to disclose anyone. We were taking it slow. Plus, you saw what happens when it’s discovered I’m dating Tony.”

Cho smiles, continuing to clean her wounds. “He really loves you, you know, I can tell by the way he almost cried watching you hurt.”

Zara squeezes Cho’s shoulder. "We just wanted to keep it private. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you who he was.”

“Oh it’s alright, you told me the rest” Cho laughs, “like the fact that he’s the best sex you’ve ever had?” she smirks as she rolls off her bandage.

Zara bites her cheek, desperately trying not to smile.

“Oh god! He is?” Cho exclaimed.

“I’m not going to say it.”

“It’s written on your face.”

“Helen!”

“What? I’ve known you since sophomore year Z. I could sense the sexual tension between you while we were dancing and I knew something was up.”

Zara smiled, and Helen added, “I want a tub of ice cream, masks, and a girl's night. You're gonna start from the beginning and tell me everything about dating Tony Stark.”

“Yes ma’am” she mocks saluted her, and they burst into laughter, forgetting for a minute what was happening outside the doors.

Tony rubbed his temples after the team started to depart. His mind raced at the highest speed to figure out how to handle the situation. Bruce slapped his shoulder before walking away with Natasha. Tonight had taken a toll on everyone around him.

He had to figure out how ULTRON managed to kill JARVIS and infiltrate the internet. and then he had to wipe Zara out of his database before he becomes sentient.

AI or not, he was about to outsmart him. He made him after all.

“Tony.”

Her voice made him snap out of his trance, and he saw Zara standing next to him.

She was wearing one of his band shirts, and a pair of black sweats. The bandage on her head and the numerous cuts on her face and arms just motivated him further. She hugged him, her arms wrapping around his torso as she hid her face in the crook of his neck. He hugged her back, careful of the cuts.

“I have to return to Seoul and evacuate the labs. I’ll be back once it’s done.”

“Helen,” Zara was about to say something to her but she cut her off, “Zara, those people are under my supervision. I need to get them to safety.” she squeezed Zara’s hands, and then looked at Tony, “keep her safe.”

“Zara,” he retreated as he cupped her face, looking her in the eyes, “as much as it hurts me to say, you need to get out of here.”

“What?” her face contorted with confusion.

“He’s right.” Hill added as they turned towards her, typing furiously on her phone, “ULTRON knows who you are. And he will use you to get to stark, and the Avengers.”

He could feel her stiffen under his touch, Tony turned her face o look at him, “Z, look at me, hey,” he caressed her face, “It’s gonna be okay, Clint is gonna be with you. You’ll be completely safe at this place.”

“What about you?” she held onto his wrist, her eyes brimming with tears.

“I have to take care of this.”

“You’re going to fight this thing?” her lips trembled, and her grip tightened on his hands.

It physically hurt him to see her about to cry, “I made him, Zara. This is my responsibility.”

Zara gulped, looking at Clint from the corner of her eye, “You remember our promise?”

“Yeah.”

“If you die, stark, I’ll kill you.” tears fell from Zaras eyes, and Tony held on to her tightly, managing to give her a sad smile..

“I love you.” he said.

“I love you more.” She hugged him tightly, and just for a second, Tony fiddled with the idea of not letting her go.

“You’ve never been on a Quinjet?” Clint asked from the control panel of the Quinjet.

“Nope.” Zara answered with a wavered voice. It was her first time in the futuristic jet. She had listened in rapt attention about all the design advancements Tony had done on the jet one day while making breakfast. But it was less thrilling to go barelling through the sky in an aircraft known to be attacked mid air numerous times.

“It’s hard to believe Tony never took you on a joyride in this.”

She huffed out a laugh, “he tried, but I chickened out last minute.” Clint laughed out loud.

“So, where is this place?” Zara asked, clutching her body straps in a death grip.

“well,” Clint turned to her, the jet on autopilot, “Tony’s not the only one among the avengers with a secret relationship.” he smiled, confusing Zara even more.

He akes out a pack of UNO card game from his infinite pockets of his pants, “up for a game?”

I'd kiss you as the lights went out

Swaying as the room burned down

I'd hold you as the water rushes in

If I could dance with you again

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10 Days Later

When Clint mentioned a secret relationship, Zara expected a girlfriend or a boyfriend. Not a wife who was a former SHIELD agent and two kids younger than her distant cousins, not to ignore the fact that Laura was pregnant with a third. Since she met Clint’s family, they had taken her in as one of their own. At first she tried to keep her distance, given the fact that just by staying at their home she was putting them in danger too. But Cooper and Lila wanted to know everything about her job at U-GIN. And when they found out she loved horror movies, she had turned into their favourite person.

It was a sunny afternoon, and Laura and she had decided to have a small picnic on their porch. “Dr. Malik look!” Lila jumped continuously until Zara turned to her. She excitedly handed her a drawing of a butterfly, overflowing with all sorts of vibrant colors.

“It’s beautiful! Thank you, Lila.” she says, smiling as she tucked the drawing neatly inside a file.

“Lila there’s a Resident Evil re run gong on hurry!” Cooper called from inside.

Lila stood up hastily, and ran away, “don’t start without me!”

“I’m sorry if they bother you too much.” Laura says, leaning on the armchair beside her. She was subconsciously rubbing her belly, baby Nat will be here any day now.

“No, no, I love kids. Got some little cousins back home who are always a delight.” she smiles. In the past days Laura has become somewhat like her elder sister. She kept her calm for the first few days when her nerves were all over the place, and she didn’t let her lift a finger and rest while she and the kids did all the heavy work around the house. She was almost 9 months in for crying out loud.

Just then she heard a distant rumbling. A jet engine.

“oh my god! they’re here!” Laura spoke up.

Zara got up from her seat, helping Laura to get up too.

The Avengers were successful in getting The Cradle from ULTRON, taking it back to Stark Tower and making Vision. They stopped an attack on Sokovia, Vision helping them determine what was about to happen with the help of the twins. ULTRON planned on making the city fly, and make a blast so powerful that it would have wiped out all the humans on earth in one go.

Thankfully nobody got hurt, and they stopped the attack before it happened, evacuating the city and killing ULTRON.

Clint told them everything the other day, telling them that he would return soon. When Zara asked about Tony, Clint said he was busy with all the legal stuff with the government that centered around ULTRON. He said he was sorry that he couldn’t talk to you, and also told them how he hasn’t slept in two days. She almost rolled her eyes if it weren’t for all the crying she had been doing with Laura listening to their story.

The Jet was nearing, and now even Cooper and Lila were out of the house. Before either one could stop them, they ran across the field towards the fence.

The Quinjet landed just outside the fence, and out came the Avengers.

Zara helped Laura down the steps, as Clint ran to his kids. She laughed with Laura when they tackled him to the ground. Natasha followed him, and she could see Steve, Thor and Bruce making their way awkwardly towards the family.

She halted on her steps when she saw the figure descending down the stairs of the jet.

He buttoned up his blazer, taking off his sunglasses and giving her the smug smile that stole her heart in the first place.

Zara didn’t realise she was running until she was halfway through the yard. but she sped up as Tony opened his arms, jumping right into them.

He picked her up, spinning her round, laughing through the tears of reunion. He set her down as she wiped her eyes, and his too.

“Told you I’ll come back to you.” he smiled at her softly, resting his forehead against hers. She breathed him in, caressing his face, careful of the small cuts scattered across his face.

“we got matching cuts.” she laughed, pointing to the scar on her temple, and to a somewhat similar cut on his head.

He laughed along with her, holding her close and kissing her forehead in return.

He was home.

A/N - Thank you everyone for sticking with me till the end of this fic! if you liked it please let me know through the asks and the comments. Any and all requests, headcanons, and drabble requests about this AU is mostly welcome. Love y'all, Take Care!

Requests are open! Feel free to request anything.

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drabblesfromthevoid · 2 years

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Thinking about Desmond time travel back to Altair's time. Read a fic the other day with a Malik/Desmond pairing, and I thought it was neat, so the pairing might be that, I guess?

For some reason want to throw in Clay too, just because. Anyways. Jerusalem. Our intrepid (hah!) pair goes and absconds with the Apple before Altair and friends get there.

When the time comes, Altair does his foolhardy thing. Everything goes more or less the same, except that everyone is very confused as to where the Apple went and taking their frustrations out on each other. Now, Desmond, who has lived as Altair - who has, in a sense, grown along side the man as he becomes a better version of himself. That Desmond wants to save Kadar.

Clay, who is very irritated about being dragged along in this merry trip to the past, is absolutely incensed. Of course, this doesn't stop him from following along with Desmond to rescue Kadar. (It also doesn't stop him from falling in love with Kadar, but that's a different story.)

Kadar wakes up to a face like Altair's but not and the sounds of someone who really likes complaining ("This is horrible, Seventeen. We're going to die of the common flu within a month-"). They don't have the resources to keep him knocked out forever, but they try to cover up as much as possible to prevent Kadar from recognizing them. Kadar begins to wonder if the Altair twin was just a figment of his imagination or not.

When Kadar is well enough, Desmond knocks him out as safely as he can and they basically do the equivalent of dumping him on the Jerusalem bureau door then knocking and running.

Malik is very surprised to see his brother - not cold and dead but warm and alive, if still wounded - and if you told him it was a gift from the gods, he would believe you wholeheartedly.

Meanwhile, Desmond and Clay move to a whole different section of the city. Desmond, who has a 21st Century knowledge of medical practices, introduces the importance of cleanliness and begins to make poultices with the rudimentary survive-in-the-wild knowledge he got from the Farm.

The poor begin to know him as Healer. He sells his products at the market, and they're good enough to keep him and Clay financially stable.

Clay, meanwhile, has grown bored of complaining and is now fully invested into bringing science early, fuck the timeline, Seventeen. He's here, queer, and ready to bring all of these fools into a new age even if he has to drag them kicking and screaming.

Now that they have disposable income, it'd be easy to move into a more affluent place, right?

But Desmond - who ran away at sixteen, who has known hunger and fear - sees the children on the streets, gaunt faces and wide eyes and he buys the staple crops.

The first time he drags out a large cauldron into the street, Clay throws his hands up and goes back in. "You're going to get mobbed, Seventeen."

Desmond adds in staple grains and vegetables and meat and what sort of seasonings he's managed to scrounge up. The end result isn't a five star meal or anything, but it tastes all right ("Seventeen, I can't decide whether or not I miss Abstergo's lovely meals or not.") and it is warm and it is as good as Desmond is going to get, what with an unfamiliar form of cooking and the sheer size of the meal.

By now, there are children and teenagers and adults and all sorts of poor population nearby, scenting the air. Desmond spots a child - maybe roughly eight years of age - licking his lips and staring longingly at the pot.

"You," he calls, pointing at the child. "Boy, come."

For a moment, it looks as if the child is going to bolt, but then he steps out from the shadows and shuffles closer. He stops out of arms reach, eyes darting everywhere, prepared to run at the slightest sense of wrong. "Mister?"

"Go to my house. There's a pile of bowls - bring it out. Ask the man inside if you can't find them. There's a bowl of this for you if you do."

Hunger winning out over suspicion, the boy scampers inside.

("What? What are you doing in here?" Clay grumbles. "What does that bastard want now? The bowls are over there, now leave me alone.")

The boy comes out with the nine bowls of differing colors and patterns that Desmond had been able to scrounge up. Some of them are chipped but all of them work well enough. As promised, Desmond scoops out some of the unholy amalgamation of a porridge into one of the bowls.

"You will eat here," he says, pointing to the carpet he had laid out. "You will wash your bowl when you're done, with the soap over there."

The boy nods earnestly, and Desmond hands him the bowl. He scampers over to the rug then sits and positively inhales the food.

"Slowly," Desmond warns, half afraid the child is going to end up choking and vomiting.

The child slows.

Other children inch their way closer, staring at the boy and his food in something like envy. A few look lime they'd be willing to come to blows over it, but Desmond keeps a sharp eye on them.

"I need some chores done. Same payment," he says, tilting his head at the food, and the children come even closer.

A girl of maybe ten years of age draws up the courage to step closer. "Mister? What do you need done?"

And that's how Desmond ends up feeding the poor population of Jerusalem.

#assassin's creed #asscreed #assassinscreed #desmond miles #clay kaczmarek #altair ibn la'ahad #malik al sayf #kadar al sayf #masyaf brotherhood #Jerusalem bureau

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Silly ask but is there any way you could post Kadar and Malik's japanese voices? I've searched all the internet but haven't found anything besides the assassination corridors :/ I just wanna hear the lad call Malik nii-san

It's not a silly ask :). Unfortunately, my JP AC1 is on the PS3 and I don't have a capture card. I can, however, find JP gameplay on youtube XD

Here's a clip of Altaïr, Malik and Kadar with JP voices.

Kadar calls Malik 'nii-san around the 00:56 mark

If you're curious, Altaïr is voiced by Katsuyuki Konishi

Malik is voiced by Mitsuru Ogata

I tried looking for Kadar's voice actor but I couldn't find it. He's not even in the character list in the AC Perfect Guide. Poor Kadar XD

(More ramblings about the JP version)

If you think Altaïr speaks too quickly, THAT HAPPENS A LOT in the JP version.

Robert de Sable speaks so quickly in the part where he grabs Altaïr before he could strike him down.

I still can't stop laughing at how fast he speaks.

It's the translation. The JP script has more lines than the ENG script. Robert de Sable speaks in a kinda old fashioned (but not that old fashion) way and that makes his lines looonnggerr. I love it.

Also, Altaïr speaks very respectfully to Al Mualim. It's jarring compared to his monotone voice in the ENG version. He even uses 'watashi' when speaking to Al Mualim when he normally uses 'ore'. Watashi is gender neutral and used when speaking respectfully to someone but commonly used by women while ore is more of an arrogant way to say 'I'/'my'/'mine'.

Honestly, I think JP Altaïr has an 'ikemen ore-sama' voice while ENG Altaïr feels more of 'monotone I don't give a shit ore-sama voice'. I like them both.

BTW:

Lucy calls Desmond "Desmond" while Vidic calls him "Miles-kun" which is an accurate translation of Lucy's Desmond and Vidic's Mister Miles.

BUT it does have a different vibe in the JP version.

Vidic using 'kun' shows he believe he is of higher standing compared to Desmond as 'kun' is usually used for younger boys or if the speaker is the boss or in a position of power (like a doctor or a teacher).

Lucy, on the other hand, has no reason to call Desmond by his first name since they are strangers. That's considered rude by a lot of people. Desmond-kun would have been just as weird but would have softened the blow. If Lucy was being respectful, she would call him Miles-san. This could be a ploy on Lucy's part to form a connection with Desmond early on.

Or, you know, the JP script is just following the ENG script XD

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#Youtube #i would have added more videos #but tumblr said 'no'#also 'safety and peace' sounds a bit 'shinzou sasageyo' at times in the jp version #i... don't know how to feel about that #as far as i know all the games have jp voices #assassin's creed #altaïr ibn la'ahad #malik al sayf #kadar al sayf #jp voices of assassin's creed

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WIP guess game: "home"

I have just enough time before I leave for the day to answer this.

I know it says 'the sentence' the word appears in, but I'm cheating with the paragraph lol.

I chose from the WiP's that actually have some meat to them (vs the ones that are just basic plot idea thrown into a doc). This particular one comes from the badly described list...specifically 'Running over (Mister Tall, Dark, and Handsome...with your car'.

When he’d first arrived home, he rushed to the bathroom to wash off all the dried salt from the tears he’d shed. Looking in the mirror he fell apart again. Why did he have to wear his face? Why was it only him that Malik wanted? Why couldn’t Malik find it in his heart to want to be with ‘Ryou’, and not ‘Bakura’?

#ask game #answered asks #puzzld #even without voting to see the results #it seems a lot of people are already interested in this one #so figured why give them a little sneak peek lol #it's a very slow wip that i work on when i get stuck on everything else #i'm already on ch3 #which is where the 'running over' happens lol

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justapalspal · 2 years

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voice acted my old post in honor of my finding out the maliks have deepfake voices now

(transcript also below cut)

malik: what, you’re going by Ra now?

yami malik: yes, because I did technically get to be Ra for a bit in that one duel

malik: this is ridiculous. you want me to call you the name of a literal god

yami malik: well you could always go back to me calling you mister main personality again. or maybe even malik 2. that way I get to be malik 1.

#yugioh #yami malik #malik ishtar

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marybatson · 2 years

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my general thoughts during black adam 2022 tht swirled in my mind like a flushing toilet. in no order

writers room and maybe mr johnson himself actually ironed out geoff’s adam origin and made him nicer because he literally murdered his nephew in that one. this works tho for what they were going for so okieee . will we get adam choking out the shazam kids in movie 2 LOL the rock would never agree to tht. wat happened to the anti in antihero mister…

kinda moe they made atom smasher n adam have bestie potential like in jsa lol.

gushing about adrianna and amon. amon AND HIS LIDDOL SKATEBOARD !!!!!! they were so so real even more so than their roles in 52 and I appreciate the writers sm for that. esp the role of khandaqi citizens later in the movie like ya fuck imperialism

it genuinely felt like a shift of two movies going back and forth between khandaq and hawkmans cruiser which I guess u could say makes it immersive

the entire jsa dynamic was so so good simply bc the chars were so fleshed out even in the small lines al and maxine (I LOVE U MAXINEEEE!!!) had they felt like heroes who’d worked together for so long. like it was easy breezy n if u compare that to the billion of quips and tension jl in the movie had like. it’s kind of wild. centering dc movieverse on jsa was not on my bingo. JAIME REYES BLUE BEETLE JSA MOMENT?

ROCK OF FINALITY ? let me ruminate on that.

shook w laughter every time somebody in the movie went “but WHO could defeat black adam” “only one person could defeat sabbac” “you’re so stacked even more so than any hero on earth adam” elephant in the room in the form of the literal shazam family with an upcoming movie:🧍

ok more on the point above just now. LIKE WTF. every time someone makes adam stronger while completely ignoring that billy is his equal nay his better. no matter what I think abt dceu’s shazam it’s still literally soooo embarrassing they think they can separate adam completely when HES GOT A DAMN LIGHTNING BOLT ON HIS CHEST. this movie just makes me angrier abt it bc they showed the shazam 2 trailer before it and god how incompetent and idiotic does shazam look in comparison to adam it’s literally so embarrassing ? can darla dudley beat adam’s ass. you know she can. be for fuckin real

cc binder checking in from the afterlife going hi how’s r my kids oh cool more to the fam oh cool there’s movies. BLACK WHO? WHO IS THAT…. villain from a singular comic beaten in one breath by captain marvel ????? slay but wtf. also where is freddy

aldis hodge knocked it out of the park tbh. so did mr pierce brosnan. hawkman smirking about I’m not afraid of dying JSNWNDKD well. sure. and the jsa kids ^_^ omg if we’re doing this jsa gimme jakeem n courtneyyyy. or r they tied down by cw

unrelated to all of this at all but I was just thinking I wish shazam never got a movie he should’ve been shoved into a reoccurring role in like that stargirl show or whatever idc

I’m on mobile idk how to readmore here just block me or kill me I’m sawry. TLDR I thought it was good fun! kind of a long movie imo and sabbac final villain was like. uhhh sure ok that was smth tht happened.. anyway. I feel like audiences will just like it and I guess its an interesting reset for the movies

READ BLACK ADAM 2022 AND SUPPORT MALIK WHITE!!!!!!!!!!!

#saw someone on here say if u don’t like comic book superheroes u won’t like this movie bc. so true.#luckily… :)#black adam spoilers

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asgard-segun-elcadejos · 2 years

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Asgard Academy

Year 3: Part I

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"Before we go, let's go in real quick to tell Ma and Pa."

Fenrir immediately blushed but followed her inside without skipping a beat. Embla was reading the newspaper while Reynir eyed the scrambled eggs. "What happened, sweetheart, didya forget something?"

"Yeah, to tell you Fenrir and I are dating now."

Reynir turned off the stove before walking up to Fenrir and offering his hand. He was positively beaming. "A fine young man, no doubt."

Embla pinched Fenrir's cheek gently. "Oh, sweetheart, that’s great news to start the day! I need to call your siblings to tell them."

Artica was also beaming, her cheeks flushed. "Alright. We're heading out."

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After getting their new helix piercings (two black surgical stainless-steel hoops) into place, they wandered for a bit until they reached the capital’s central park, which was more akin to a giant garden. Artica found them a nice, secluded spot next to a large pond, which was still in the process of thawing. They were sitting in front of one another, their faces very close. The simple intimacy of that gesture gave Fenrir goosebumps.

"There’re two ways to kiss, I guess,” she said, returning to the conversation they had earlier. “One like last night, just gently…"

He was not entirely listening, thinking precisely of the kiss she gave him before they fell asleep. It had felt so warm… Her lips were pink, bright, and soft. Ignoring they were moving because she was still talking, Fenrir leaned forward and pressed his own on hers. Artica immediately froze, completely flustered. This was not their first kiss, as stated, but definitely the first one Fenrir gave her on the lips.

He pulled away with an embarrassed smile. "Like that?"

She nodded in silence, feeling her chest tightened. His eyes looked particularly bright right now, with the shy blush on his cheeks making it more evident. Artica leaned into him, touching foreheads. Their feelings flutter for a bit, happy to finally do so openly.

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The Black was busy putting away materials used during class when she noticed Levina was still in her seat, staring out the window. Even though Malik had insisted on giving her a thorough breakdown of the current situation regarding the Asgardian National Football team, she had barely acknowledged his ramblings, preferring to stay silent. Artica had a vague idea why but decided to leave her undisturbed. Levina was probably not in the mood to deal with her anyway.

“Congratulations on your relationship, Miss Reynirdóttir,” the Blue suddenly said, turning to her.

What a perfectly awkward way to start this terribly awkward conversation.

“Are you angry, my lady?”

"I am discouraged, yes, that all my efforts led nowhere," Levina replied. "Yet I knew the challenges. I knew you were around."

Artica gave her a lopsided smile. "Pardon?"

"Neither of you saw it, it seems, but I did. Mister Sannfridsson did too, I believe. A premonition of deeper affection, if anything."

The Black let out a nervous cough, unsure of what to say. Levina always spoke in an elaborate manner, everything going through Artica’s head sounded silly in comparison.

“True, I didn’t think much of it when I befriended him. Even so, I wouldn’t say your efforts led nowhere, my lady. Feelings are unfixed little bastards, but they make your heart stronger.”

“Stronger? Why would that be?”

Artica took Malik’s seat, staring at the whiteboard. “Well, sometimes we feel attracted to people who have less-than-desirable aspects. Maybe they are self-centered, or lack confidence, or are just physically unattractive. Our heart grows stronger when we can see beyond that and appreciate them as a whole, rather than the sum of the individual aspects.”

“You do know you are implying we learn to ignore negative aspects?”

“Ignoring them doesn’t make your heart stronger. Understanding them does. After you do, the feeling changes. It may go from reproach to sympathy, for example. Besides, you speak as if your actions had no impact, but you helped the kid from up north feel less like an outsider by going to the Street Market, and the theater, and the arcade.”

“No, you are mistaken; he suggested the arcade. I am not particularly proficient at such activities, you see, and found it rather underwhelming.”

The Black nodded. “In any case, your feelings had an impact on him, even if not the desired one.”

“How would he know? I never said them out loud, and there is no point now.”

“A poet (1) once wrote that ‘unsaid sentences do not mean unfelt emotions’. If you choose to state those feelings, I’ve no issue. If you’d rather keep them to yourself, they’re still valid.”

Levina let out a sigh, pinching the bridge of her nose with both annoyance and contemplation. “Either way, that is two Academy years that I will not get back in that sense.”

“Hmm, I don’t know, my lady. I feel like I’m having a premonition right now,” Artica replied, picking up her things. She waved goodbye as she passed the senior at the door.

‘What is the hold up, Levina? Are we not going to the theater?’ Vaike signed, a little concerned.

‘Yes. My apologies. I got held up by an unfixed little bastard. Shall we go?’

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"Can I ask for a favor?"

"Always."

"Would you consider…" Fenrir began, brushing her bangs away. "...not covering your face this time?"

"I don't… want to embarass-"

He stopped her by joining their foreheads. "We promised, right?"

She closed her eyes. "Yes, to be kinder to ourselves…"

"Then please don't say, or think, you’re embarrassing. You’re not, and I don’t think that, in any way."

"W-will do."

"Thank you," Fenrir leaned close and kissed her right on the scarred cheek. His golden gaze was fixed on hers. "I just really like to see your face brighten up when we go to the hunting gear shop, y’know?"

Later, on their way home, he noticed Artica’s hands were quite cold, trembling slightly even though she was wearing both a sweater and a scarf. Since there was no wind blowing on the train platform, Fenrir took off his fur-trimmed coat and slid it on her shoulders. She turned around with concern, which he immediately dismissed.

“The north gets way colder at this time of year, okay? It’s fine.”

Artica took off her gray hand-knitted scarf and wrapped it around his neck, before wrapping her arms around him as well. “This’ll have to do until the train arrives.”

Fenrir hugged her back with a kiss, and both shamelessly hoped it was delayed.

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"This is my partner, Artica," the boy said, carefully curating his words, tone, and body language. "I would appreciate it if you gave her a warm welcome to the city manor of the Northern Wolf."

XXXX and his four staff members side-eyed each other. Some were mildly surprised; some were deeply annoyed. Eleven uneventful years had passed where no outsider had set foot in their manors without previous, carefully calculated planning.

XXXX had never considered the whiny, sad child under his care to be of interest to someone, much less enter a formal relationship with them. Sure, they'd seen the girl here and there, but considering her appearance, it was difficult to imagine why the boy would want her around.

In any case, she was a small bump in XXXX's overarching plan. As long as she witnessed nothing that would make her complain to other, more dangerous parties, there should be no issues. After all, the boy didn't expect anything from them, so there was nothing to mess up.

Just a few more months to go until their scheme was complete. Largely ignoring her, just like they had largely ignored him for over a decade, would be a walk in the park.

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“May I ask something personal, sir?”

“You don’t need to call me ‘sir’, my lady. My own name is more than enough.”

“There is no need for you to use formal language with me either… Sannfrid,” Karianne said, a little nervous. Even though she and Bud had been partners for over a year, being alone with his father had been a rare occurrence.

They managed to squeeze in a small celebration in Rúri’s schedule, between her Coming of Age ceremony and a well-deserved vacation. Karianne came over to help Bud take some of the decorations to the Viking Tiger city manor and found herself drinking coffee with Sannfrid while the older twin changed clothes.

“If it is not too nosy of me, would you tell me how you met Artica’s parents?”

The man scratched his chin. “Huh, what an unusual question…”

Karianne said nothing, sipping her coffee in silence.

“After deciding to adopt, I went to every workshop, read every book, and volunteered for every activity the Adoption Center had to offer. I memorized everything, determined to give this baby boy the best life possible from day 1… but by day 3, I felt miserable.”

Sannfrid stared melancholically into his cup.

“Whenever he was not nursing, he was crying. I think Bud went to sleep out of exhaustion, not actual need. Even I knew that was unhealthy, but I just couldn’t figure it out…! So, on day 3, we went to the park. I was sitting by the lake (he was still wailing in his stroller), thinking if maybe it’d been a mistake; dreading that I’d deluded myself into believing I was actually a good choice for the kid, when I saw a couple walking by. The man had a sleeping baby drooling over his shoulder, just a few months older than my own… I swallowed all my pride, walked up to them and asked ‘How’d you do that?’”

The girl with magenta eyes raised her eyebrows.

“You can imagine the puzzled look on Reynir’s face,” Sannfrid laughed. “Embla didn’t even say anything, she just went over to the stroller and removed a few of the million blankets I wrapped around Bud. He immediately started to calm down. I was stupefied. They later explained this was their third child, so they had it more or less figured out… To answer your question, I met them because I had a baby boy, and I didn’t know how to take care of him.”

“I did not expect that to be the answer. Somehow, I thought you knew each other from before.”

“Not really, no. I’ve seen them around, as we lived in the same part of town, but never really talked to them until that day. And well, after that, we spoke every day! With time, we even took turns babysitting the kids, and the family of two that I had hoped for expanded to seven in the blink of an eye.”

Karianne smiled. “Was it hard to manage them?”

“Bud and Artica? Yeah, absolute gremlins those two. He stole her toys, she gulped down his food, they both got jealous when we picked the other up,” the man sighed. “It was only after they started going to school that they sorta calmed down, and stuck together more… Is there a reason you ask?”

“Ah… When Syd told us about his brother, I could not help wondering what kind of life that boy had lived until now. Sometimes, my mind (and my gaze) would wander towards him, asking myself what his family life was like,” she explained with a hand gesture. “Over the next few months, it became clear that part of it was right there in class with me. Then I had the chance to meet the rest of you and well… I am just grateful.”

Sannfrid put his hand on hers. “I’m grateful too; all I ever wanted was for him to be happy. I think that so far, we’re all helping him do just that.”

When Bud entered the room, both his partner and his father seemed to rub a tear away before facing him with a bright smile.

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Last summer was great. For the first time in his life, Fenrir had friends to enjoy it with, and thoroughly invested every second of his break having fun with them. He had hoped this summer would be even better, now that he had somehow managed to get a partner.

They’d done all kinds of things, and visited all kinds of places, both in group and by themselves. They even managed to buy tickets to the concert they were looking forward to! The three hours in line had been definitely worth it.

This, however, was his favorite part of the day: taking a nap.

Fenrir woke up first, and immediately wiped the drool from the corner of his mouth. In front of him, Artica was facing his way, asleep. Her right hand was on his left, and he couldn’t help giving it a soft squeeze. One of her eyes half-opened, shining bright in the dark.

“Hm? Did I oversleep again?” she asked drowsily.

“No, but it’s around the time you wanted to wake up.”

Artica rolled to the left, right into his arms. “A shame, I wouldn’t mind staying like this a little longer…”

He wouldn’t mind staying like this forever. Fenrir hugged her tight, taking in the fruity perfume. After all, since they had started dating, he noticed he slept better during their naps than at night, by himself. For understandable reasons, Artica didn’t spend whole nights with him (yet), but when she did decide to leave late, he knew he would rest better without fail.

He sheepishly wondered if this is how his parents felt when they were dating.

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"What is it?"

"N-nightmare. Can I s-sleep here tonight?"

"No," the man replied at once, his hand on the door handle. "Stop being so needy."

The child wasn't crying, but his eyes were already irritated. "There was a bear… Papa’s and Mam-"

"I don't care. Go back to your room."

He didn't move from the spot, tears now running down his cheeks. "Please."

"Did I fucking stutter, boy? No. I can’t believe they left such a whiny boy behind. Not very good parents at all."

“Not true! They w-were the bestest!” the child cried back, sniffing loudly.

“They either taught you to be strong, or weak. Which is it?”

Confused and hurt, the child returned to his bedroom without another word. That was the last time he ever asked his guardian for any kind of support.

Many years ago, just a month after turning six.

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Another endless argument with XXXX regarding some stupid shit that neither truly cared about. Holed up in his room, Fenrir expected it to be one of those nights where he would pretend to be dead and forget everything and everyone, listening to music above the recommended volume level in the dark. It was a miracle, honestly, that he heard the knocking on the glass door.

Artica was outside with an aggravated look on her face. “Is everything okay? Are you okay?”

“What are you doing here?”

“I’d just thought I’d return the books you lent me, but I heard the yelling, I was worried… Are you okay?”

Fenrir didn’t have the strength to pretend. “No, I’m not. I-”

He choked on his words.

“I feel so miserable and powerless, like it’s always raining on me… I miss the mountains, where I could find peace, even if I was unwanted at that house too,” Fenrir was on the verge of tears. “I'm not by myself anymore, so why do I feel so alone?”

Artica put her bag down and embraced him with a caring, gentle hug. “It’s alright. I’m here with you. You aren’t alone."

They stayed like that for a while. She rubbed his back gently, wishing nothing more than the wisdom to help him. “Would you come with me?”

“Where to?”

“You'll see when we get there. Why don’t you bring your music player? Oh, and a blanket. It’ll be really cold at this time of night.”

Not sure what was going on, but hungry from someone’s attention, Fenrir did as she asked. They left quietly and started a thirty-minute walk into the woods. Artica held his hand the whole time, guiding him through the wilderness he hadn’t explored yet. Before Fenrir realized it, they reached the summit of one of the nearby hills; there was a clearing with a spectacular view of the sky. And what a view, with an electric green flowing gently into the night.

“Beautiful, right?” Artica said, inviting him to sit next to her. “I know they're common enough, but there's something about the Norðrljós (2)…”

Fenrir sat down, staring at the sky. She pulled the blanket out of her bag and covered them both, then huddled close to him. Artica rested her head on his shoulder. “I hope that, at the very least, you find some peace and company here…”

Fenrir leaned his head on hers, feeling a little better. Like a wound which was still open but had stopped bleeding. He took out his music player and offered her an earphone.

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Okay, he’d done this before, so it shouldn’t be a problem, right? Still, as the new Karate Captain, Bud could’ve done him a solid and gotten someone else for this. Fenrir eyed the Year 2 student he was supposed to have the exhibition match against.

His name was Mime, from the House of the Singing Eagle, and was in the same two clubs as Syd: Music and Karate. He had pale orange hair and deep red eyes, but despite those harmless looks, Fenrir had noticed it was quite difficult to anticipate his moves. He was not particularly confident in winning this match.

Right now, though, he had other concerns, like the untamable lock of hair on his forehead that never stayed put! It was taking forever for it to grow long enough to be combed back with the rest of his hair, and Fenrir was running out of options to keep it back. That was, until a voice spoke right behind him.

“You really need to get a headband or something,” Artica observed, fiddling with the end of her braid.

“Oh! I thought you were still in the Archery exhibition... Yeah, I should, but it’s no use now.”

“I wrapped up as quickly as I could,” she said, finally pulling something out of it and reaching towards him to pin the lock neatly against the rest of his hair with a bobby pin. “There.”

Their faces were so close, he could feel the warmth of her body. A whistle rang in their ears, indicating the end of the first exhibition match, and this tiny moment of intimacy.

“I’ll get going.”

“No, wait!” Fenrir said, grabbing her hand. “Can I… Can I have a good luck kiss?”

“You don’t need good luck,” Artica replied before leaning in smoothly. “But you can have the kiss anyway.”

Bud gave them a moment before clearing his throat. “Alright, alright, that’s plenty of luck from you. Move along.”

As Artica was walking away, she bumped into someone coming into the changing rooms. It was one of the fencing members; specifically, the one that always wore a green handkerchief on their arm during matches.

“My apologies, my l- Rú-?!”

The older twin had barely turned around when Artica got snatched into the changing room. The door slammed shut loudly.

“You can tell absolutely NO ONE. Is that understood?” the Blue said the moment Artica opened her mouth.

The Black was taken aback. “Wha-? Why not?”

“I do not wish others to know this truth, and that should be enough to do as I ask.”

“But you’re the Green Knight!”

“The what now?”

“The Green Knight!” Artica repeated, pointing at the handkerchief. “The mysterious fencing club member that never removes their headgear during matches!”

“Now you know why. Please.”

The Black nodded, somewhat startled to remember that no matter how long you’ve been friends with someone, there is always a side of them that is unknown to you.

x+x+x+x+x+x+x

"Congratulations! You are going to be a father!" Karianne announced, and almost everyone at the table struggled to not spit their drinks.

Bud frowned slightly at the other’s reaction. His partner brought a box from the next room and presented it to him with a smile. After removing the lid, Bud picked up its contents

"Oh, thank the gods it is a kitten," Syd said, still a little pale.

"Of course it is a kitten, dear, what are you even saying," Karianne replied with a dismissive gesture.

"I knew it was; K's been talking about this for weeks. I'm guessing Dad finally confirmed he's not allergic?"

"Certainly, darling. I would never make a move before ensuring his safety and consent."

Rúri, immediately smitten with the creature, extended one finger to rub its tiny head. "Does it have a name?"

Bud and Karianne looked at each other. She spoke first. "It is not my kitten, so I only have a suggestion."

The older twin, perfectly aware she usually gave food-related names to everything, felt the need to ask. "Yes?"

"'Espresso'! As he is small and black."

Her purebred competition horse was called 'Mac n' Cheese Kariannesson the Third', so this was an improvement. Bud nodded. "I’ll take that into consideration, K. Thanks for the little guy. Would you take a pic of us?"

Karianne grabbed her camera and immediately obliged. The resulting polaroid showed him carrying what looked like a black hole, as the kitten showed no recognizable features besides its bright eyes.

Bud stared at the picture and suddenly remembered reading an article about pigments and coatings. "I'm gonna call you Vanta (3)."

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“You’re being so mysterious about this gift!” she said, covering her eyes. “Waiting for everyone else to leave and all that.”

Artica heard him open the cardboard cylinder Vaito brought with him to the birthday lunch and then presumably unfurl its contents to set them on the table.

“Okay, you can open your eyes now.”

There were two things in front of her; one was a small, dark purple box, and the other a poster-sized, coat of arms-styled illustration of a massive stag facing forward atop of a rocky hill, with the night sky behind it, and a bright full moon strategically positioned between its antlers. Artica was speechless.

He then opened the box and showed her the content; a thin, silver choker in the shape of antlers.

“Fenrir… this is too much.”

“Too much what, exactly?” he asked, a little startled. “You don’t like them?”

“I do like them. I love’em! But it’s… too much for me…” Artica replied, fidgeting with the corner of the poster. “Anything simple would’ve been fine, I’m a sim-”

“Yeah, I know, you always say that… but I wanted to get stuff that was beyond things you like, something that is meaningful to you. Stags seem to be it, yes? So, a choker, which reflects the majesty of their antlers, and a custom coat of arms, that showcases their strength. Both qualities you share with them, in my humble, unbiased opinion.”

Sheepishly, the Black went to him and hugged him tight. “Thank you. I really do love’em.”

She then turned around and pointed to the poster. “What about the moon, though?”

“What about it?”

“Why? Isn’t heraldry super intentional, with all bits contributing to an overall meaning or reference?”

Fenrir cupped her cheeks with his hands. “It represents your big, beautiful, bright, silver eyes; they are like the full moon on a clear, winter night.”

"Wow, that was a very cool answer. You nobles always know what to say."

He remembered the first time she said that to him and couldn't help smiling. So much had happened since, and yet, Fenrir hoped it was just the beginning. After a few moments of gazing into each other’s eyes, they kissed.

Embla, who was watching TV with Reynir in the living room chuckled lightly. “Woah, he pulled that one off really well.”

“I know, right? Even I felt flattered, and he wasn’t talking about my silver eyes.”

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Her therapist had been thoroughly impressed during their latest session, when Artica reached out and petted the dog’s head for a bit. It had been a medium-sized one, though, unlike who she was petting now.

"Who would've thought a wolf would help me get over my fear of dogs?" Artica said while scratching Ging's chin.

Fenrir froze on the spot, the color drained from his face. "Wh-what did you just say?"

"Oh, c'mon, did you really think I believed he was a Saarloos Wolfdog?"

He made several non-descriptive hand gestures, but said nothing. Artica let Ging rest his head on her shoulder.

"I've gone hunting with Pa and B since I was a kid. You really thought I couldn't tell?"

"I- Well, you never said anything."

"The day I met him, I told you he looked one-of-a-kind… You casually shrugged it off."

Fenrir nodded vaguely. "I didn't say he was a dog that time, just that it was unlikely there was a dog like him in Central Asgard…"

Artica gave him that one. "In any case, if he really was your pet, you'd be a terrible dog owner."

"What? Why?"

"He has exactly one bowl, and for water only. You don't feed him or walk him."

"Of course I don't, he's a wolf! Ging doesn't need any of that from me."

"My point exactly," Artica replied, victorious.

After a while, they returned to Artica’s house for lunch. As she was sweeping, the Black raised her voice. “Hey, Fenrir?”

“Yeah?”

“Do you really not want to do anything else on your birthday besides the Coming of Age ceremony?”

The Blue, who was washing the dishes, spoke without turning to her. “Uhh, I dunno… Why? Do you have something in mind?”

“No, not really, but I mean, if you want, we can put something together. It doesn’t have to be very elaborate. At what time is the thing at the Palace?”

“Around noon, I think? I have yet to hear more from them.”

“How about a small dinner, then?” Bud interrupted, coming back from taking out the trash. “Artica can do her famous baby back pork ribs.”

Fenrir immediately turned around at the sound of that. “You can?”

She raised her eyebrows, a hint of pink in her cheeks. “If you want, yeah. They’re nothing special, though, so don’t think it’s a super fancy recipe or something.”

“But it’s good.”

“Yeah?”

“Very,” replied Bud with a cocky smile. “Meat falls right off the bone.”

Fenrir’s mouth started watering. He turned to her. “Would… Would you cook that, if we have a small dinner for my birthday?”

Artica didn’t have a reason to decline, but the puppy eyes he gave her would’ve been too powerful to even try. “Yeah, no problem! I’ll get everything going while you are at the Ceremony-”

“What? No, you’re coming too. I didn’t tell you?”

“NO?”

“Traditionally, there must be at least two Heads of House present who agree one is worthy of the title-”

Bud snorted. “And you’ve got three. Piece of cake.”

“No- I mean, I don’t know. A very humble request was extended to the Viking Tiger, Celestial Horses, and Guarding Swan, but I completely understand if they decline.”

Artica gave the twin a look when he snorted again.

“And as the Lord-to-be, I am allowed to bring one or two guests to the Ceremony so I would be really, really happy if you would attend.”

Puppy eyes again. Artica seemed all troubled, and for a moment, Fenrir thought she would just say no, but the concern that came out of her mouth was regarding an entirely different matter.

“Shit, I don’t have anything to wear to an event with the fucking Princess of Asgard!” she muttered, frowning.

Embla, who had been folding clean laundry in the living room, entered the kitchen a few minutes later. “We couldn’t help overhearing. Don’t worry about that, sweetheart. I know just the person to ask.”

As she said that, Reynir handed her the phone, from which a voice was speaking. “Yes, Mother?”

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“What are you dressed as?”

They shared a smirk.

“I am the Big Bad Wolf,” Fenrir answered, adjusting the ears on his head.

“And I am the Huntress,” Artica added, turning around to show her bow strapped to her back.

“That is quite clever. You are just missing a Red Riding Hood,” Rúri said with an impressed look on her face.

“Oh, we have one,” the Black said, nudging him to pull back his fur-trimmed coat and show a small hand-knitted doll strapped to his belt.

“Did you four manage to get all the costumes you wanted for the Vetrnaetr carnival (4)?”

“OFF WITH THEIR HEADS!” an imperative voice ordered as Karianne appeared round the corner wearing a deep red dress with elaborated heart patterns on the shoulders and sleeves. The twins were right behind her, arguing about something.

“No. We had them made for the occasion,” Rúri answered, adjusting the cat ears on the bright purple wig. She was blinking more often than usual. “These contact lenses, though, I cannot seem to get used to them.”

Her usually blue eyes now showed electric pink. It was easier to appreciate the Alice in Wonderland theme they were sporting once Syd (March Hare), Bud (Mad Hatter), and Karianne (Queen of Hearts) finally met up with them.

“Onwards, dear subjects, to the sign-up table first, and then the ale stalls!” Karianne indicated to her friends.

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“As you know, your graduation ceremony will take place at the end of the school year, during the morning. It will include a speech, and the delivery of your graduation diplomas. Besides your school uniform and the commemorative pin (design is not final), there are no other dress code requirements.”

Their overseer cleared their throat before continuing.

“In the evening, the masquerade will honor and celebrate your achievements in these past three years. Just as the ceremony, it will be held in the Academy’s Great Hall. This event requires formal clothing (those of you considering dresses should keep the length no shorter than your knees). Dinner will be s-“

A hand shot up, preventing her from moving on.

“Yes?”

“Professor, you described it as a ‘masquerade’. Would you please explain further?”

“Ah, it seems I was about to skip that. Thank you, Heimrik. Yes, it is tradition for the graduates to wear a half-mask that covers the upper portion of their faces. Those of you with a family crest, your masks are to represent the sigil in the coat of arms. For the rest of you, you are free to choose a symbol from Asgardian culture and/or wildlife, as long as it does not overlap with one of your classmates’ family crests.”

“Does that mean we have cat privileges?” Bud whispered into his brother’s ear. The younger twin repressed a laugh.

“Please make sure to fill out the survey you were given at the start of today’s meeting by the end of the week, so we can send in the order for the half-masks as soon as possible.”

Once again, Heimrik’s hand shot up. “Professor, are we allowed to invite non-Academy students to the masquerade and, if so, do they require a half-mask as well?”

“Yes, you may invite one person who is not a graduate nor an Academy student, and yes, they do. In your survey, you will find a checkbox option for ‘external guests’. A more generic, but still tasteful mask will be crafted for them.”

The meeting continued with a deep dive on food, decoration, and music, among other topics. Overall, it seemed graduation day was going to be quite the event.

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Ever since she won the tournament, Artica’s popularity has understandably increased.

At the Academy, she had been selected as the new Archery Captain, and students felt the need to high-five her frequently, chanting ‘Silver-Eyed Hawk’ whenever they spotted her in the halls. Even as they wandered around the city, people would randomly walk up to them and ask for a few words.

This had boosted Artica’s confidence greatly. Fenrir was happy for her, truly, but couldn’t help feeling annoyed at the frequent interruptions. The Street Market was probably the most tedious of all places, with so many people packed in the same narrow streets. Some even had the gall to flirt with her, even though their helix piercings were clearly visible!

“They only talk to you because of the tournament, you know?” Fenrir said after she politely turned down the most recent of those attempts.

“Excuse me?”

“You know it’s true. Before, they wouldn’t even give you a second glance.”

“What?”

“What! It’s the truth! People have fancies like that!”

“What’s wrong with you?” she asked, visibly irritated.

Even though her hands had curled into fists, Artica just took a deep breath and started walking towards the plaza, where they would meet up with their friends. Fenrir followed her closely, both now exchanging heated words and escalating the matter, to the point where people around them started staring, intrigued by the lover's quarrel.

“I don’t even understand why you’re suddenly bothered by this. Are you jealous?”

“No! And it's not sudden! We can’t have peace and quiet anywhere now! You think I like being stared at all the time?”

Artica stopped dead in her tracks. His words flew right at her like a dagger and landed between her shoulder blades.

Fenrir didn’t even notice; his train of thought was somewhere else. “Obviously not!”

“That’s a lot of shit to say for someone who spends all their fucking time at someone else’s house!” she spat angrily, turning around. “Can’t even have some peace and quiet in my own home!”

That dagger lodged itself in Fenrir’s heart and was the only thing that prevented him from saying anything else.

“Hey, hey, that is enough,” Syd suddenly intervened, pulling Artica’s arm. Neither had noticed they’d reached the plaza, nor that their friends had heard most of their exchange.

“I’m outta here,” Fenrir declared, pulling the hood of his fur-trimmed coat over his head and walking away.

She too departed soon after, politely declining Rúri’s invitation to come with them to a nearby coffee shop.

“I have never heard her like that,” Karianne said, twenty minutes later, sipping her tea. “Arguing, I mean. I have seen her angry, but never arguing.”

“That’s because Artica dislikes arguing,” Bud replied. His black coffee remained untouched. “She’d rather return to the subject later with her head cool but whatever sparked that hit her too close to home, I guess.”

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Artica collapsed on her bed, covering her face with a pillow. “Obviously, even Fenrir’s fed up with it. I’m the one stuck with this scar for the rest of my life. Why did I think it wasn’t going to be an issue?”

Just a twenty-minute walk away, Fenrir was sitting alone in his room, all curtains closed, and listening to music in the dark at a higher volume than recommended.

“I am jealous; I should've just admitted it. Why can’t I think before I speak like a normal person? And… She’s right, I’m always invading someone else’s home because I don’t have one.”

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“Pa.”

Reynir already knew something was wrong because Artica returned earlier than expected, and immediately went to her room without saying a word. However, this was his third child, and he’d already learned the hard way that it was better to wait for her to come to him, rather than asking questions at the wrong time.

“Yes, sweetheart?”

“Do you prefer how I looked before the bite?”

“There’s nothing wrong with how you look now. I don’t miss your face without the scar.”

Her eyes filled with tears. “I do.”

You try getting your face bitten the week before joining the single, most pompous academic institution in Asgard, at sixteen! Polar had yelled over the phone when he tried to ease her worries.

Of all the things that hung over his teenage daughter's head, this was the one he disliked the most. There was no easy way to fix it, physically or emotionally, and sometimes the only thing that felt right was holding her in his arms and gently rubbing her back.

"Sweetheart. Whatever happened today will pass, okay? And while it does, we'll be right here with you."

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Class was uncomfortable as hell.

This year they ended up all in the same row, which was great, but right now, Syd wished his seat was not exactly between Fenrir and Artica. They weren't hostile or snappy at each other, like Bud and Karianne occasionally were, but it felt just as bad.

It was gloomy, awkward, and quiet; like sitting between two tombstones. During lunch, Fenrir would go elsewhere while Artica ate with the rest in complete silence. After speaking with them individually, it was clear they were not actually angry at each other, but deeply aggravated, and too embarrassed to talk about it.

“Just apologize, if you believe it’s necessary,” Bud had told her.

“Of course it’s necessary! I said something horrible to him! I just… don’t want to argue again.”

“Then don’t. Apologize for what you said, and if he starts to argue, tell’im what you used to tell me. ‘We can’t have a conversation in that tone. Come find me when you’re ready to talk’. It always worked.”

Artica hugged him close, thankful for his support.

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“What if I fucked up real bad?”

“I think we both know that is a given in this case,” Syd replied. “However, no matter what you have done, an apology is always the first step to sort matters out.”

“I was talking about other people, you know? About how they’re fair-weather friends because she’s the current tournament winner… but it came out wrong, as usual. After replaying it in my head, I realized it sounded like I was talking about her…”

“Then tell her that. Apologize, and explain yourself. I am sure she is eager to understand, and to resolve this.”

“Thanks for hearing me out,” Fenrir said, bumping Syd’s shoulder with his fist.

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Come up to meet you, tell you I'm sorry You don't know how lovely you are I had to find you Tell you I need you Tell you I set you apart (5)

The concert was packed, as expected. Everyone was singing along with the band, raising their colorful lights in the air in what looked like a sky full of stars.

Even though they’d bought tickets with seats, none of them were there. Both Artica and Fenrir were walking around, trying to find the other. He replayed his apology in his head over and over, trying to make sure he didn't miss anything. She rearranged her words every few minutes, frequently worrying it was not enough to convey the full extent of how sorry she felt.

Tell me your secrets And ask me your questions Oh, let's go back to the start

Eventually, they found each other. He had the gray scarf wrapped around his neck, while she had the hoodie’s arms around hers. They thought the same thing: ‘If this is it, I should return this, and if it's not, I want them to remember how much they mean to me.’

Nobody said it was easy It's such a shame for us to part Nobody said it was easy No one ever said it would be this hard

The music, the crowd, the lights. Everything suddenly went silent, and only they existed in the world. Those few seconds felt like entire centuries, and without fully realizing it, they ran to embrace each other. Tears ran down their faces as their gazes met.

Artica spoke first. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry for getting mad and not paying attention to what you were trying to say."

“I’m sorry because I always blurt things out right away, and can’t take a moment to make it clear,” he replied, holding her tight. “I didn’t mean that about you. I was an asshole.”

“I didn’t mean my words either. I know why your house is not your home, and I’m sorry for being an asshole.”

They joined their foreheads, quietly sobbing in relief.

“You know I don’t mind your scar, right? That time I said it was one of my favorite things about you, I meant that. I still do.”

Artica leaned into his hand as he cupped her left cheek, closing her eyes.

“Thanks for saying that…” she paused, and then opened her eyes again. “We all gladly welcome you in our home, anytime, because now it’s yours too, no matter what happens between us.”

Fenrir let himself shed a few more tears. “Thanks for saying that, and for letting me into your home. It’s the first one I’ve ever had.”

Tell me you love me Come back and haunt me Oh, and I rush to the start

The rest of the concert was exactly what they hoped it would be; a wonderful, enjoyable time with their kjæreste.

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(1) Tyler Knott Gregson

(2) “Northern Lights” in Icelandic.

(3) https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Vantablack

(4) Vetrnaetr: “Winter nights”. The end of the harvest season (end of October), which meant that it was time to use the meat of the farm animals and start hunting. It’s also a night to reflect and honour ancestors, as well as the goddess Hela. The veil between the worlds is thinner during this night. https://winternightsfestival.com/about-vetrnaetr/

(5) The Scientist, by Coldplay

#AAAU #fic #artica #fenrir #bud #karianne #syd #ruri #reynir #embla #sannfrid #levina #aa!artica #aa!fenrir #aa!bud #aa!karianne #aa!syd #aa!ruri #Au #scumbag10aniversario #scumbag10Ships #scumbag10AU

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kelpiemomma · 2 years

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the great thing about working with horses is you never have time to be anxious because your horse is probably anxious and you don't get to both be anxious

#Me: suffering anxiety issues #Goes out to work with Malik #His anxiety overrides my own and I become calm as a cucumber #Kelp tracks #Mister Malik

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keepmyeyesonthehorizon · 4 days

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Louis Tomlinson mister There's endless versions of the things that keeps me drifting back to darkness.

Zayn Malik mister I can't tell the difference between my heart and my sleeve.

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happypopcornprincess · 1 year

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The latest one-shot sneak peek

Dancing With Our Hands Tied

Pairings - Tony Stark X OC Zara Malik

Premise – Under circumstances, he could not control, Tony lost his parents, his mentor, and his best friend/former lover. Will he have to lose his love as well?

Word Count - No idea, I'm going absolutely blind on this one.

Warnings: None

I loved you in secret

First sight, yeah, we love without reason

Oh, twenty-five years old

Oh, how were you to know, and

My, love had been frozen

Deep blue, but you painted me golden

Oh, and you held me close

Oh, how was I to know that

- (Dancing With Our Hands Tied) Taylor Swift

Now, it was time to party.

But he froze on the stairs looking at the flashes of a familiar emerald-colored fabric in the crowd.

"Stark! There you are!" If it wasn't for Clint slapping his back, he would have walked up to her then and there, and the ruse would be up.

He zoned out of what Clint was saying. His entire focus was on his form nearing her, the smell of jasmine invading his senses.

"Dr. Malik, I see you haven't met our host." Tony's heart did a somersault at Clint's words, panic written all over his face.

Well, this is really happening.

She turned around fully, facing him and Clint.

No matter how many times he saw her in that damn green saree with the stupid black blouse that blurred the line between decent and sensual. His mind would go blank.

And she had red lipstick on.

She was trying to give him a heart attack.

"Ah, Mister Stark. The Iron Man himself." She gave him a blinding smile, the one she had practiced and prepared for the public.

He realized she was in on it. She was fine with it.

And the ruse continues.

"Just Tony for you, Dr..." He extends his hand and she shakes it as she steps towards him.

"Zara. Zara Malik."

Tony had to fight every fiber of his being not to hold her closer. As if he was meeting her for the first time, he had to play the role.

Don't be a fool, Tony. Let's stay professional.

It was a far cry from their first meeting.

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Find the full fic here

inspired by Dancing With Our Hands Tied; Song by Taylor Swift.

Requests are open! Feel free to request anything.

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malikhsposts · 5 months

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Mister MOCA flyer-Malik Hicks 2239120

I created this flyer as sort of a promotional flyer for my org and my position as Mister MOCA. I was originally just messing around trying to learn a little more about working photoshop. I cropped an image from a photo shoot I did for my position and added it to the page, then got a checkered flag that represents our org and placed it into the back. Then, I proceeded to lower the opacity so the gradient I put earlier would show.

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mistermixmania · 1 year

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MALIK HARRIS veröffentlicht mit “Up” emotionale Botschaft an einen der wichtigsten Menschen in seinem Leben 📣 https://mister-mixmania.com/de/news/musik-news/malik-harris-veroeffentlicht-mit-up-emotionale-botschaft-an-einen-der-wichtigsten-menschen-in-seinem-leben/ Tagged as Malik Harris Wenn das Leben mal wieder jede Menge Zweifel bereithält. Challenges sich in den Weg stellen. Man mit seinen Gedanken an düstere Orte abdriftet. Dann gilt es, sich an die Kräfte ..... : #musiknews #musik #MalikHarris Foto Credits: Anna Maria Boshnakova

#Musik News #Musik News – MISTER MIXMANIA

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scottsumrners · 1 year

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I mean, only a thirty year old would have an icon of mister Zayn of the Malik. Keep up, anon.

wow.

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