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speedybeta · 2 months

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Being the sixth member of Beta squad

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Side note: This was inspired by another post I saw so if it sounds like I'm copying I'm not I just got inspired by them. The reader is female in this. Also sorry if this doesn't sound accurate I tried my best. There's nothing romantic in this I view this as a platonic post but you could view it however you want. Sorry if this is cringe

ALSO I kinda took forever to publish this cause I accidentally published it on accident and had to restart which made me lose motivation but now I'm finished ♡

Let's say you joined beta squad when it first started. Maybe you know Sharky for a long time and we're introduced to the others then instantly clicked

At first you were hesitant when you were invited to join. But you made the decision to join, which changed your life forever

They weren't friends they were family to you

They'd always look out for you like you were their little sister

You had a bond with each and one of them. You would hang out off camera and talk to them whenever

So much teasing

If you're the youngest they'd sometimes joke about it regarding the age

If you're shorter than AJ you both get teased and made fun of

If you're taller, my gosh AJ would be an absolute joke of the group for being shorter than you

They are all overprotective and view you as a little sister. They want you to be safe and want what's best for you

Maybe they had a little crush on you before..

Being close friends with Nella, Darkest and Filly. You all are good friends

You and Chunkz are the duo who cooks with each other.

You, Kenny, and Sharky being the duo in the jungle video that makes the video 10x entertaining

Niko and you are absolutely hilarious together and people fear you both for your pranks and the type of content you both make

You and Aj being the ones who get teased the most

But you and AJ sometimes have a violation battle over the stupidest things

Your Kenny's number one support. You'd work out with him and keep him company during his training and encourage him

Chunkz and you are super loud and chaotic. But he sometimes brings you around to his family dinners and lets you hang out with his family

Sharky's sisters love you. I imagined you doing Shakira's makeup on stream before

Also feel like AJ is more comfortable with you and will sometimes hug you (like in the mukbang video where he was hugging Chunkz when Sharky was laughing at him almost drowning )

They'd never do anything without you

They would never admit it but they're your biggest supporters and would give you their honest opinions about decisions you make

They definitely would try to be annoying commenting rude things on your Instagram posts

Them being rude to you as a joke but fans take it seriously and make dramatic edits about it. (Just like the AJ edits but 10x dramatic)

When you all lived together you would always cook for them so they wouldn't always order take out everyday

They loved your cooking and sometimes show up to your house uninvited just for you to cook for them

Unless you're a bad cook, I could imagine you attempting to cook but end up burning the food. Which leads to them making fun of you for it and it becomes a huge joke

You and Harry pinaro having the worst relationship ever to the point where people actually think you two hate each other

You two don't get along (I love/hate Harry)

In the weakest link videos I feel like you'd get the hardest questions since everyone knows you have the most intelligence out of all of them

Sometimes when a person collaborates with the channel and they end up flirting and the boys would either tease or get weirded out

I feel like they'd tease depending on the person

If it was stormzy, KSI, or anyone else they'd definitely get weirded out by it

If it was Trent they'd tease you about it till the day you die. They'd bring it up in almost every sports related conversation or video.

You being the mom of the group and making sure everyone is okay. You'd text them everyday to make sure they're doing fine

Since you're a fan favorite and have good video ideas, they like to hear your opinion in videos since you're actually smart and your videos get a lot of views.

Chunkz gets jealous over the fact your Smarter than him

Unless your dumb

you win come dine with me and Niko gets absolutely so upset that you won over him. He accused you of cheating and supposedly hiring someone to cook the meals you made

Them calling you for advice before dates and advice about girls in general. They come to you when they need help with any life situations since they know they could trust you

(Niko definitely would ask u advice if his girlfriend ever got mad at him)

Speaking of his girlfriend, you two are best friends.

if you ever got in a relationship they'd do a full integration on them

They want what's best for you. They have to know what type of person you're dating and need to know if they're treating you right. It's their job to make sure their friend is happy and in a healthy relationship. Especially if you're like a sister to them

If you're ever feeling down they do anything to try to make you laugh or brighten up your mood

Imagine filming the box video with amp

You leaving the box after AJ left since you landed on leave the box. But you genuinely felt like Niko had a better chance at winning since he won the first one

But if one of the amp members flirts with you they'd get weirded out and annoyed because everyone knows how amp is (love amp though especially Chris & agent)

I don't say they would be jealous, they just feel like they should protect you from getting your heart broken

Or maybe they do get jealous (up to you to decide)

In the cooking video for amp channel let's say you and Duke teamed up (sorry filly)

Duke is Duke so obviously he flirted with you trying to get your number and use his cringe "rizz" on you

But before the video, you, Chris, and Davis had a conversation. You gave them advice, out of all the amp members they connected with you the most

But the amp cook off was chaotic especially with you

You actually tried for half the challenge before giving up and just having fun. It was better to just entertain the viewers instead of actually trying to win

You decided to annoy everyone by moving their stuff

I imagine you, aj, fanum, and Niko get in an argument and start throwing flour each other

you and Duke losing which leads to you threatening the person who switched out everyone's cakes

you and Niko both manage the beta squad Instagram and tiktok since you know all the popular trends

Even though everyone is behind Instagram and tiktok, you are mostly the one posting on it, and the one who replies to comments

Niko and you are both know for being menaces and immature. Especially when you two are filming together, you both make the most craziest pranks. Your friendship with him is so adorable and wholesome. You both always joke around and add on to each other's jokes to make it more funny. Always having laugh attacks with him.

You and Chunkz are literally the duo who randomly burst into a song together. You two both send songs to each other and both show a huge interest in music. I like to imagine you and Chunkz going on a drive or just hanging out to sing to music. You two also know a lot of people and are the ones who know a lot of celebrities. You two are the ones who message famous people to Collab with the Beta squad.

You and AJ love hating on each other, even though he'll leave positive messages on your Instagram to be funny, he bashes you and insults you at the same time. It's a bit confusing at times to tell if you're completing each other or insulting. But you two never get offended and know when to stop.

Man, you and Kenny have such a bond. You were his biggest supporter during his Boxing matches and Practices. If you love to work out or get exercise, you both go to the gym together or you'll go on diets with him so he won't be alone. He always goes to you for advice on girls. You two laugh at the random things and can't take anything serious. You and him always are always whispering things to each other during filming.

Sharky and you are known to laugh so hard where you can't even breathe. You two laugh in serious situations and always look at each other before bursting out laughing. He likes to drag you outside for a walk and just listen to music with each other. Similar to Chunkz, he sends you songs that he thinks you'll like.

overall the boys are grateful for you and everything you've done for them. You're like family to them. They all love you. They are family, not just a friend group to you. They love you and always will.

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Note: Uhm so I'm working on a Niko agnst fic so please give me ideas for it because I'm kinda concerned on if it isn't good enough

I hope this is good!! I tried my best 😭 I had fun writing this since I wish for a friend group like them and always imagined what it would be like to be in the beta squad. I might make a part two but idk yet 💚 I kinda rushed the ending and put random things down. Lmk if I should add something or you have any suggestions or headcanons I should make

#reader insert #beta squad #niko omilana #chunkz #king kenny #aj shabeel #sharky #imagines #headcanons #duke dennis #fluff #oneshots #writing #scenarios #youtube #group #friend group

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seths-rogens · 5 months

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If I Was Any Closer, I Could Be Lost | E | 8.2k

"I want you to be my best man." Steve is watching him with a bright smile, and all of a sudden Eddie feels like the worst person in the world.

He should say no. He's going to say no.

"Of course I'll be your best man, Stevie. I'd be honoured."

Shit. Fuck. No. He didn't mean to do that.

Eddie is utterly, completely, absolutely, fucking screwed.

Or, Steve is getting married to someone else, and Eddie, desperately in love, watches it happen.

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"I want you to be my best man." Steve is watching him with a bright smile, and all of a sudden Eddie feels like the worst person in the world.

He has to say no. Needs to. There's no way he's surviving a front row seat to Steve Harrington's goddamn wedding.

"What?"

They're at their favourite bar, where Steve and Robin used to work back when they first moved to Indy, sitting in their usual booth in the back corner, right by the bust up jukebox. There's some sports game playing on the TV behind the bar, not basketball or baseball because Steve hasn't glanced over once. Or maybe he's already seen it.

There's a hole in the wall next to the dartboard after a drunken Nancy misjudged her own strength in throwing her dart. There's a drink on the menu named after Argyle (because he sold the owner some of his fancy Californian weed). S & E is carved into the underside of the table they're sitting at - the product of one of Steve's solo closing shifts, a visit from Eddie, and a whole bottle of tequila.

There's a lot of memories in this place. Fitting they would have this conversation here.

"Be my best man, dude." Steve's still smiling. God, he's so pretty.

"What about Robin?"

"Stacey already offered her a place as a bridesmaid. You know how well they get along." Steve's smile turns fond at the thought of his fiancee and best friend's blossoming friendship.

Eddie wonders how the hell he ended up in this situation. How he became close enough with 'King Steve' that he's invited to his wedding, let alone being offered one of the most important roles in it.

They'd grown close after Spring '86. Of course they had, facing down a grotesque, dickless fuckwad who had nothing better to do than further traumatise and kill several teenagers by way of crumpling them up like an empty coke can worked as a real bonding moment.

Plus there was the shared stint in the hospital. Playing chew toy to several hundred alternate dimension demon bats will take a lot out of you, so it seemed. Not to mention the road rash on Steve's back and how all his wounds very nearly ended up infected.

Eddie still thinks it's a miracle he managed to keep going and reassure everyone he was fine. But that's only because he knows he himself acted like a little bitch about it.

So they became friends. First, it was sharing a hospital room, then it was Steve summoning the mighty power of his absent parents to get him off scot-free for an unjust murder accusation.

Then it was late night phone calls when neither of them could sleep, whispering their fears and nightmares down the phoneline to one of the few people who could really, truly understand. Then it became late night drives to the quarry, then a shared joint on Eddie's front porch, until eventually, they were sharing a bed.

Eddie couldn't help falling in love along the way. He really tried not to. But Steve was... well, he was Steve. Selfless and bitchy and just plain good.

Eddie was doomed from the start.

But Eddie never said anything. Couldn't ruin one of his closest friendships with feelings. It's been seven years since Vecna. Steve turned 26 barely two months ago and now he's getting married to a girl he's been dating a little under a year.

And the worst part, Eddie thinks, is that they're perfect for one another.

If any girl would be the one to finally make Steve Harrington an honest man, it would be Stacey Baker. She was tall and slim, with curves in - Eddie assumes - all the right places. Her hair was so long it almost brushed her waist and a shade of blonde most people would only achieve with an $80 salon appointment. She had cheekbones so sharp they could cut, but her face was softened by the beginnings of smile lines around her mouth and the corners of her eyes.

Eddie was used to seeing her in comfy sweaters and t-shirts stolen from Steve's dresser, but on the few occasions he'd seen her dressed up, she'd been stunning.

He can't imagine how she'll look in a wedding dress.

Together Steve and Stacey looked like the poster couple for 'American family values' and Eddie hated it. But he couldn't hate her.

He had wanted to, really wanted to, when Steve first mentioned her, but it only took one meeting to understand why he liked her so much.

Stacey was a breath of fresh air after a storm. Always smiling, always ready to help.

She kept track of Steve's medication and reminded him to put in his hearing aids. She loved him in spite of the scars she would never know the stories behind. She didn't mind the almost codependent friendships Steve had with Robin and Eddie. Didn't mind when he'd get out of bed at 3 am to go make sure Dustin was asleep at home.

And Steve... Well, everyone knows Steve falls fast.

"She's even letting her wear a suit."

Eddie blinks back to himself. "Sorry?"

"Stacey. She's letting Robin wear a suit." Steve shrugs. "Says as long as it fits the colour scheme then it's fine."

"That's great." Eddie picks up his beer, takes a long pull.

"So, will you do it?"

He should say no. He's going to say no.

"Of course I'll be your best man, Stevie. I'd be honoured."

Shit. Fuck. No. He didn't mean to do that.

Eddie is utterly, completely, absolutely, fucking screwed.

Four and a half months later sees Eddie in a hotel room he never would've shelled out for, clenching his fists instead of reaching for the overpriced mini bar and watching Steve attempt to tie his tie in the mirror.

It's lilac, and the suit is a heather grey. Just like Eddie's.

It makes him look even prettier.

Steve fumbles with the tie. "Do you need a hand with that?" Eddie asks, holding back a smirk.

Steve groans. "Yeah. I thought I had it."

Eddie pushes himself up as Steve turns to face him. He takes the ends of the tie in gentle hands and begins to wrap it around itself.

"You nervous?" Eddie focuses on what his hands are doing, instead of doing something stupid like gazing deeply into Steve's stupid gorgeous eyes.

"A little, sure." Steve shrugs, holding his head high so Eddie has the space to work.

“I mean, fuck, man.” Eddie huffs a laugh. “You’re 26 and you’re getting married. That’s insane.”

“Is it? My mom was married to my dad at 18.”

Eddie nods, taking his time because he’s certain this is the last time he’ll ever be close to Steve, to be allowed to linger. “Sure, but with everything we’ve been through. A wedding seems weirdly abnormal. Especially considering our track record.”

Steve frowns. “Abnormal?”

“Yeah. You know, unusual, unorthodox, out of the ordinary.” He tucks the tie through itself.

Steve shakes his head. “No, I know what it means, man, just… are you not, like, happy for me?”

Eddie straightens the tie out, rests his palms just beneath Steve’s shoulders on his chest. “I’m happy for you.”

“You don’t seem like it.” Steve ducks his head. “You’ve been in a bad mood all day and I can’t help but think it’s my fault somehow. Have I done something?”

Eddie’s eyes are wide with the fear that he’s been figured out. “No!” He says, perhaps too quickly. “No, it’s not you. I’ve just got shit going on, y’know? It’s been on my mind.”

Steve’s face doesn’t brighten any.

“Look, how about I promise that for the rest of the day, I’ll be the most cheerful, upbeat version of myself you’ve ever seen.”

A small smile graces Steve’s lips. “And no ranting about metal music and scaring Stacey’s relatives?”

Eddie groans. “Why not?”

Steve gives him a look.

“Ugh, fine. I promise.”

Steve smiles and Eddie’s heart soars. “Good.”

Tie lying flat against his chest, Steve turns back to the mirror, straightening out his suit jacket and fiddling with the buttons. “Do I look okay?”

Eddie looks over his shoulder at the two of them standing together in the mirror. His heart clenches in his chest. “Just as pretty as usual, Harrington. You might even show up the bride.”

Steve chuckles softly, ducking his head with a pretty blush. Eddie wants to feel it under his palm. "Oh, I doubt that."

"Don't sell yourself short. You clean up nice." He bit back what he really wanted to say. You look more beautiful every time I see you. God, you look good in a suit but I want nothing more than to tear it off you. Run away with me.

Steve gave Eddie a once over, from the too polished shine of his shoes to the way he'd pinned his hair up. "You too, Munson."

Steve winks and stalks out of the room. Eddie barely represses a shiver.

It seems like no time at all before they're standing at the altar. Steve holds himself with excited tension. Eddie stands at his side, hands clenched into fists behind his back, Dustin and Lucas beside him.

The bridal march plays over the church's old organ and the bridesmaids start their walk down the aisle. Max and El - bridesmaids at Steve's request - walk together arm in arm. Their lilac dresses are similar but different all the same, fitting to their personalities. Max's cane is wrapped in purple ribbon.

Robin follows, her suit the same shade as the dresses, but tailored to perfection. Her shirt is grey silk and her bow tie matches Steve's own tie.

She squeals as she reaches the altar, pulling Steve into a crushing hug. He buries his head in her neck with a laugh. She meets Eddie's eye over Steve's shoulder and gives him a capital L Look. Eddie ducks away from her gaze.

A few of Stacey's own friends follow after, taking their places at the altar, and then it's time.

Stacey looks stunning in a simple white gown. It drapes almost casually over her shoulders and tapers in at her waist. Her blonde hair sits atop her head in a complicated updo. Steve smiles fondly as she begins to walk towards him.

Everyone watches her. Eddie watches Steve.

The service passes in a haze, the way Steve fumbles reading his vows from a piece of paper gaining 'awws' from the congregation. More than once Eddie feels Robin's eyes on him. He ignores her.

The priest asks if anyone objects to their union. Eddie bites his tongue so hard it bleeds.

Too soon, they're saying "I do" and Eddie holds back tears.

Having to pose in wedding photos is a new kind of torture. To stand so close to Steve and know that he'll never be Eddie's. That he'll probably move far away, start a family, and start vacationing at all the country's questionable tourist traps - after all Steve always wanted six kids and a Winnebago. And Eddie won't be a part of any of it, just a distant memory that Steve will desperately try to forget. A stranger in his goddamn wedding photos.

He'll look at them 50 years down the line and not be able to remember Eddie's name.

It hits him hard at the reception. They're in a nice hotel, an old, rustic building on the outskirts of Muncie, the room they're in is decorated with twinkling fairy lights and flowery centrepieces.

Eddie sits pride of place next to Steve at the head table, Stacey's dad having just finished his speech. Steve is blushing, holding Stacey's hand in a tight grip as she dabs her tears away with a handkerchief.

It's Eddie's turn next. He'd rather go for round two with the demobats.

Steve pats his shoulder as he stands up, accepting the microphone from the hostess.

"What can I say about Steve Harrington?" Eddie plasters on a smile that doesn't quite reach his eyes. "This man saved my life, quite literally, on more than one occasion. He held me together, carried me on his back and gave me the blood from his body all out of a kindness I wasn't sure I deserved."

Eddie pauses, taking a breath. "Most best man speeches I've heard fall more on the funny side, and I'm sure that's what Stevie here was expecting." He smiles, resting his hand on Steve's shoulder.

He risks a glance, Steve is gazing up at him with fond eyes and a wide smile. Eddie looks away quickly, staring out at the wedding guests.

"But, though it may be out of character, I felt that a little sincerity would go a long way." He takes a breath. "The man sitting right next to me is the only reason I'm standing here today. We've been through hell together, and even have the matching scars to prove it." He hears Steve huff a laugh. "I want nothing but the best for him, and that comes in the form of Stacey, his absolutely stunning bride." He smiles over at Stacey, she flushes, a shy smile gracing her face.

"I've never seen someone understand Steve so well that they almost have Robin beat," Robin whoops from her seat a little ways away, Steve laughs. "I mean, I thought I came close, but it's nothing compared to Stacey. She loves him fully and unconditionally, and I hope they have that for the rest of their lives. Hell, I hope I have a relationship even half as loving as theirs one day."

Eddie raises his glass. "To the bride and groom."

The rest of the wedding guests chorus his words back at him, sipping from their flutes of champagne in toast. Eddie retakes his seat and not a moment later, Steve's hand finds his knee. He squeezes and leans in close to Eddie's ear. "Thanks, man. That was beautiful."

"It was nothing." He says. It was everything, he thinks.

Steve has already been roped into a conversation with Stacey's dad, and Robin is tugging Stacey over to the buffet. Dustin, Mike and Will are comparing outfits while El and Erica gossip across the table. Lucas and Max are leaned in close, heads pressed together and hands tangled on the table between them.

Here, surrounded by friends, by family, Eddie feels utterly and completely alone.

The festivities ramp up after that. The happy couple has their first dance to ‘Total Eclipse of the Heart’ - cheesy pick, Eddie thinks, but he can’t deny that it springs a year to his eye.

It fades into ‘Dancing in the Dark’ and Steve gains a little bounce in his step. He tugs Dustin and Robin up and spins them both round as Stacey’s little niece runs up to her with open arms. She bounces her against her hip to the music.

Everyone is smiling, warm bright grins that take up their whole faces and light up sparks in their eyes. Eddie thinks he should probably be smiling too, but he can’t help the coiling out of anxiety that spits in his stomach.

He lets Erica drag him up for a dance or too, and they swing each other round to The Human League and The B-52’s, but he bows out as Steve grabs Stacey’s hands to spin her around to Wham!’s Everything She Wants, mouthing the lyrics with a grin on his face.

Eddie grabs two flutes of champagne from a passing waiter and seats himself at a nearby table. He downs the first and holds the second in his hand, swirling the sparkling liquid in slow circles and staring into the little whirlpool it creates. This isn’t his first drink, it’s maybe his fourth or fifth, and he can feel it starting to hit him now, a fuzzy warmth settling over his eyes and in his head. He gives into it like he usually wouldn’t. Figures why not if he’s watching the love of his life dance with the love of his own.

He sits there, watching these people, this family, dance and have fun without him and thinks, they would be okay without me. They don’t need me.

A few songs pass but Eddie doesn’t realise, just keeps staring into the glass. There’s only a drop or two left now, when did that happen?

He’s startled back to the present when a hand enters his field of vision.

A couple scars on the knuckles, one finger slightly too crooked, a wedding band. Eddie looks up and finds Steve smiling softly.

Eddie smiles back, holds back wine drunk tears and grabs his hand. Steve tugs him up and onto the dance floor. Eddie represses a shudder when Steve guides his hands to his waist, and wraps his own around Eddie’s shoulders.

Eddie’s eyes are wide as he stares up at Steve in shock. What’s Stacey going to say about this? He risks a glance but Stacey is preoccupied slow dancing with Robin. They’re giggling about something. Eddie flexes his fingers, clenches his hands in the fabric of Steve’s rented suit jacket.

He realises then what song is playing. Tiffany croons about a love that could’ve been over the shitty hotel sound system.

Steve sways him gently, hands fiddling with the back of Eddie’s shirt collar. They’re pressed almost chest to chest, only a sliver of space between them. It might as well be nothing.

“Every time I get my hopes up

They always seem to fall

Still, could've been is better than

What could never be at all”

Eddie has never been one to relate to the lyrics of pop songs, but all of a sudden it hits much too close to home. He feels his heart in his throat, his stomach in his feet. His breath comes short and his eyes prick with moisture.

He pushes Steve back, just on this side of too firm. Steve stumbles a little but Eddie makes sure he doesn’t fall. “I’m sorry.”

And with that, Eddie leaves a groom that isn’t his standing alone in the middle of a crowded dance floor.

He bursts out into the hallway, hair falling out of its neat updo as he whips his head from side to side, trying to figure out where to go. He picks a direction and sticks with it, striding down a random hallway until he finds an unlocked door.

He pushes it open and finds a room much like the one Steve’s reception is being held in. The lights are low here and the tables lay bare of their white silken covers. Eddie walks over to one of the tall windows and cracks it open. He pulls a crumpled pack of Marlboros out of the pocket of his slacks, and tips one into his hands.

He slips his zippo out of the front pocket of his suit jacket, and runs his thumb over the engraving. The outline of a warlock with ‘86 inscribed in the middle - a gift from Wayne after he finally graduated, third times the charm after all.

He flips it open and tries to light up. It doesn’t spark for a moment, despite how hard he tries. He thinks back to that horror flick he and Steve caught a month or two ago - hadn’t this happened to the protagonist.

Eddie snorts, his life is more a tragedy now, even if it was briefly a horror film.

The flame finally catches and he lights his cigarette, taking a deep draw and holding it until the back of his throat aches. He leans out of the window and watches the smoke curl into the dark of the night.

Behind him the door to the room clicks shut, and smart shoes click across the polished floor. They come to a stop a few feet away, and Eddie feels the hair on the back of his next stand up.

“What was that about?” Steve asks. Eddie lets out a shuddering breath, takes another drag of his cigarette.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Don’t… don’t bullshit me, man.” Steve seems to grit his teeth, to clench out the words as if they’re hard to chew on.

Eddie sighs and stubs out his cigarette on the stone windowsill. He turns around, leaning back and starting down at the floor. “What do you want me to say, Steve?” He glances up, meets Steve’s eye. “I’m not exactly having the best time in there.”

“But we were all having fun together. As a family. You’re part of that, you know you’re part of that so I… I don’t see what the problem is? Have I done something? Is it me?” Steve rambles out, voice quivering almost imperceptibly. He runs a hand through his hair, messing up the way it was perfectly styled.

Eddie ducks his head. Stays silent.

Steve swallows and nods his head with a clenched jaw. “Right. Okay.” He takes a step closer. “Can I fix it?” He whispers, eyes wide and wet.

Eddie sighs, looks anywhere except into Steve's eyes because he knows then he’ll break. “I don’t know.”

“You don’t know?” Steve asks, incredulity lacing his tone. “Come on, man. If you tell me what it is, maybe we can work out a solution together.”

“I can’t tell you.”

“You can’t…” Steve trails off. He sounds sad, and Eddie hates that it’s his doing, but he can’t handle it anymore. Can’t watch the man he loves dance with a beautiful woman who he so desperately wishes he could hate. Can't sit around and watch them build a life together when he knows he’ll never have that, not when Steve is spoken for. “When have you ever not been able to tell me something?”

Eddie bites his tongue.

“Fuck, Eddie. I don’t… I don’t know what to do!” Steve is tugging on the roots of his hair again. Eddie wonders if, were it his hands doing the pulling, Steve would moan under his touch. But then again, it’s probably the wrong time to entertain such fantasies. “You’re one of my best friends, man, and I can’t… I can’t handle you being upset with me! I mean, you’ve been weird all day! I thought maybe the party would help raise your spirits a little and yeah, okay, I was wrong, but I can’t fix this if you don’t let me. Like shit, all I did was ask you to dance and you…”

Steve pauses as Eddie looks up, watching his expression morph from one of panic and frenetic energy to a curious look of realisation.

“I asked you to dance.” Eddie nods.

Steve swallows, he’s looking away now, putting the pieces together. His hands are resting on his hips, that signature ‘Mom’ pose the kids love to make fun of so much. “You didn’t bring a date.”

“I didn’t.” Eddie finally speaks up. He knows where this is going. Isn’t ready. Is.

“Why not?” Steve sounds a little choked, like maybe he’s nervous to find out the answer.

Eddie squeezes his hands into fists and releases them. Takes a breath and lets the air leave him shaking. “Because the person I want is already here.”

Steve crumples a little then, a marionette with its strings cut. He smiles, though it seems forced, almost painful. “I’m..?”

Eddie nods, resigned. “Yeah.”

“Fuck.” Steve mutters under his breath before stalking towards Eddie, fast and determined, wrapping a hand around his tie and tugging him into a firm, crushing kiss.

Eddie feels himself freeze, holding his hands up as if he’s going to protect himself.

Steve’s lips are warm and soft beneath his own, they taste like cherries - the balm Eddie knows he’s so fond of, that makes his mouth look so enticing. One of his hands rests on Eddie’s cheek, large fingers spread wide from his jaw all the way to his ear. The other has flattened itself away from Eddie’s tie, now resting above the frantic thud thud thud of his heart.

Steve pulls away with his eyes closed and lips still puckered. He frowns when he comes back to himself.

“I…” He swallows. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t ha—“

Eddie steels himself. Grabs the lapels of Steve’s suit jacket and yanks him back in, swallowing Steve’s surprised squeak with his lips. It melts into a moan and Eddie feels just a little proud of himself.

They pull back again, eyes locked and dark, afraid to break this bubble they’ve created around themselves. Separating them from the party, from the world.

“Why didn’t you stop me?” Steve asks, voice wrecked and quiet. Eddie doesn’t know if the question is for him, or if Steve’s just asking to ask. But he doesn’t have the time to wonder before they’re kissing again.

Eddie doesn’t know who moved first, but their tongues are pressed together and their hands are grappling at jackets. Steve is… vocal. All breathy whimpers and rough groans. It’s music to Eddie’s ears.

He runs his hands through that stupid fucking hair, softer than it probably was in high school, free of the hairspray and gel that kept it big. Steve’s grown since then. He still primps and preens with the best of them, but he isn’t so reliant on Farrah Fawcett now. Steve’s hands play with the hair at the back of Eddie’s neck, tangling and carding through the strands. He gives a gentle tug and Eddie can’t help but gasp.

He feels Steve smirk into the kiss as his hands drift further down, to his shoulders and then his chest. Steve loosens Eddie’s tie and presses a kiss to the base of Eddie’s throat as he undoes the first button of his shirt.

“Steve.” Eddie whispers, voice soft and pained.

Steve pulls back, looks at him through his eyelashes, reverent and dark. “Let me do this for you.” His voice comes out soft. He undoes a few more buttons, staring deep into Eddie’s eyes.

Eddie can’t look away. His shirt is down to his navel now. He nods his head. “Okay.”

Steve smiles, a small, secret thing, and drops carefully to his knees, keeping his gaze locked with Eddie’s. He pulls Eddie’s shirt from his dress slacks, pressing a sweet kiss to the skin beneath his belly button. He rests a hand on Eddie’s belt - he had retired the handcuffs for the night, and some part of him deeply regrets it. “Can I?”

Eddie’s glad Steve had the forethought to wear his contacts. He thinks he’d die if Steve was looking up at him through gold wire frames.

He nods, and Steve makes quick work of his belt buckle. He slowly pulls the pants zipper down, before leaning in and pressing a gentle kiss to Eddie’s cock where it sits, more than half hard, in his briefs.

Eddie inhales sharply, the sensation dull but still ever present. He glances down, sees Steve on his knees before him, has to look away.

Steve sucks at the wet spot forming on Eddie's boxers and Eddie bites back a moan. Steve pulls away, staring up at him, but keeps one hand on him, rubbing slowly through the fabric. "I wanna hear you."

Eddie's hands clench and unclench in the air by his sides, unsure where to put them, what Steve's comfortable with. But that question is answered for him when a gentle hand takes his, presses a kiss to each individual knuckle, and guides his to the top of Steve's head, threading his fingers through his hair. "You don't have to be so gentle with me. I like it a little rough." Steve says, voice light and teasing.

And all of a sudden, Eddie's mind is flooded with the imagery of that statement. Steve face down on a bed, tears streaking his cheeks. Steve's strong hands clenching in white bed sheets. Purple bruises littering his collarbones, his chest, his thighs.

God, those thighs. He imagines them wrapped around his waist, over his shoulders, either side of his head.

He imagines Steve, sweat slicked and quivering beneath him. Writhing and moaning and begging. Imagines a fierce red blush spreading from his cheeks down his neck to his chest as Eddie whispers sweet nothings and dirty talk in his ear. Imagines him wrapped in soft, tight rope, a dark crimson or black to contrast the tan of his skin. Imagines his hands tied to the headboard.

His mind is full to the brim of pictures and possibilities, a million ways he could bring the man before him to ruin.

Eddie clenches his hand in Steve's hair, tugging sharply at the strands. He watches Steve's eyes flutter closed as he gasps. Steve smirks. "That's more like it."

"Shouldn't you be putting that mouth to better use?" Steve's smug look drops away, that pretty red blush Eddie had fantasised about replacing it. Eddie uses his grip on Steve's hair to pull him closer to his crotch.

Steve wets his lips, reaches up and tugs Eddie's briefs down to free his cock. It bounces up, slapping against his stomach and smearing pre against his skin.

Steve wraps a warm hand around it, pumps it up and down. He leans in, pressing a wet, open mouthed kiss to the base and gazing up at Eddie through his eyelashes. He licks a stripe up the underside from base to tip with the flat of his tongue, before suckling on the head.

Eddie loosens his grip, cards his fingers through the soft strands. He smirks. "That's more like it." He says with a mean, teasing lilt. Steve's eyes flutter, rolling back for a moment until Eddie can only see the whites. He tugs again, gentle this time. "C'mon, baby. You know what I want."

He dons that dominant persona like a second skin. He can’t let himself think about how fucking wrong this is, how Steve’s goddamn wife is only a a few rooms away. He knows he’s fucked everything up irreparably, but what the hell? He’s already started, he might as well follow through.

Steve nods, movements stilted under Eddie's grasp. He wraps his lips around the head of his cock, flicking the slit with the tip of his tongue. He bobs his head a little, sucks and laves his tongue over Eddie's skin until the room is filled with nothing save his wet noises and Eddie's own heavy breathing. He moans, his eyes closed, sending vibrations down the length of his shaft.

Eddie bites back a groan, watching Steve’s lips stretched wide and shiny around his cock. When Steve blinks his eyes open, gazing up at Eddie, they’re glossy and wide - a goddamn dream come true.

Steve hollows his cheeks, swirls his tongue around the head of Eddie’s cock before swallowing him down to the hilt and engulfing him in a wet heat.

“Fuck, baby.” Eddie moans, clenching his hand in Steve’s hair to hold him there. He wonders where Steve learned to do this, who’s cock he sucked to get this good. Part of him is jealous it wasn’t him. He wants to ask him the story, knows he never will. “Made for this, weren’t you, Stevie?” Steve whimpers, it’s muffled with his mouth full. “You look so pretty on your knees.”

Steve’s eyes flutter as he tries desperately to keep his gag reflex in check. Eddie pulls him off by his hair, letting his panting breaths echo in the quiet of the room as he tries to catch his breath.

He takes in the mess of the man on his knees before him. Steve’s eyes are watering so much they’re glassy, his lips are swollen and red. Eddie thinks he could cum just from the sight of him.

“Harder?” Steve’s voice is hoarse already, his lips slick and slightly swollen.

Eddie raises a brow. “You’re sure?”

“Wouldn’t have asked if I didn’t want it.” Steve leans in close, pulling against Eddie’s grip. He slowly jerks Eddie’s cock in one hand as he presses languid kisses along the length. He presses his free hand against the sizable tent in his slacks. “Take what you want. I’m not made of glass.”

Eddie kicks at the hand he’s grinding against to move it out of the way, takes a step forward and rests his shoe between Steve’s legs, pushed right up against the bulge in his trousers. Steve inhales sharply, staring up at Eddie, dark eyes wide with shock. He shifts, bears his weight down and gives an experimental roll of his hips. A shudder wracks his frame.

“Good?” Eddie smirks. Steve just nods, hips juddering. “Tap my leg if you want me to stop, yeah?” He nods again. “Words, Stevie.”

“Yeah.”

“Better. Now open up.” Steve’s mouth falls open, his tongue lolling out, pink and wet. Eddie bites back a groan at the sight and grips his cock at the base. He rests it on Steve’s tongue for no more than a moment, before sliding it in all the way. He runs his hand through Steve’s hair, then grips it tight, holding him down. “So beautiful.” He murmurs.

Steve moans, the sensation around his cock causing Eddie’s hips to jerk and hit the back of Steve’s throat. Steve chokes, and Eddie starts to pull out.

He doesn’t make it far before Steve is grabbing his ass to pull him in deeper. “Fuck, Stevie. Guess you weren’t lying, huh?”

He thrusts in again as Steve’s nails dig in hard through Eddie’s slacks. He builds up a rhythm, guiding Steve’s head with a hand in his hair, his cock gliding slick and perfect against Steve’s smooth tongue as Steve sucks and whimpers and swirls his tongue. Steve’s hips jerk frantically where they’re pressed against Eddie’s shoe.

It can’t be comfortable, Eddie thinks, but nonetheless he keeps going.

Moonlight spills through the window and casts Steve in a pale glow. He’s more beautiful than ever, down on his knees like he’s at prayer, while sinning so prettily.

Eddie can feel that sizzling heat start to simmer in the bottom of his stomach, frissions of arousal sending sparks all over his body.

It’s perfect. It’s not enough.

If this is the last time Eddie will ever see Steve, ever have him beneath him, be inside him, then he needs more. Needs to be pressed against the strength of his back, needs to feel the warmth of him seeping through his clothes. He needs the intimacy if anything. Needs Steve to know how wanted he is, how this is more than just a quick meaningless fuck.

They’ve already ruined whatever friendship they had, what more could they lose?

“Fuck.” Eddie mutters. He pulls Steve up by his hair, spins him round until his back presses against Eddie’s chest.

“What… what’re you doing?” Steve asks, voice gravel rough. Eddie reaches around, grapples with Steve’s belt buckle until it comes undone. He pushes his slacks and his briefs down, until they hang around Steve’s knees.

“Taking what I want.” Eddie pulls at Steve’s suit jacket, pressing kisses down his jaw, his neck, behind his ear, as he works it down his arms. He tosses it unceremoniously to the side before pressing a flat palm between Steve’s shoulder blades and pushing until his chest lies against a nearby table. That perfect fucking ass is round and bare and presented to Eddie like a goddamn feast.

He wishes he could get his mouth on it, knows he never will.

He brings his hand down against Steve’s right ass cheek, the crack echoing sharp and loud in the quiet of the room. He slots his hand over the reddening welt, takes a handful and squeezes.

“Oh fuck.” Steve lets out a breathy moan, his breath fogging up the wood as one hand reaches out to grasp the opposite edge of the table.

Eddie rucks Steve’s shirt up, rubbing his hands over the harsh scars that cover his back, healed silver with time but still rough to the touch. He trails his hands down Steve’s back, stopping until his thumbs fit perfectly into his dimples of venus. He leans in, kisses down the knobs of his spine, each vertebrae blessed with a press of his lips, before coming to a stop at his tailbone.

“Eddie…” Steve exhales a whine, cheek pressed to the table under him. “Stop fucking teasing and touch me.”

Eddie chuckles softly, nipping at the expanse of skin beneath him with his teeth, sucking a mark. “Oh, baby, I am touching you.”

Steve growls, a rumbling guttural thing, and pushes his hips back, his bare ass pressing against Eddie’s cock. Eddie barely holds back a moan, his hand clenching around Steve’s hip to hold him still.

“I didn’t say you could move, honey.”

Steve inhales sharply at the pet name. “I need more, Eds. Please.”

Please, he says, as if that doesn’t shake Eddie’s entire world to its core. He’s going to be playing that over and over in his head until he fucking dies.

“Since you asked so pretty.” Eddie takes a half step forward, grinds slowly against Steve’s crack, his cock catching against Steve’s hole. “God, the things I’d do to you if I had some lube and a condom.”

Steve lets out a breathy laugh, shuddering as Eddie’s hips keep moving, continuing that slow, steady grind. “I’d let you.”

Eddie grins, runs his hands up and down Steve’s back before stopping at his hips and squeezing gently. “Yeah? You’d let me fuck you right here?”

“Uh huh.” Steve shifts, presses his forehead to the table and rocks back. Eddie digs his fingers into that soft, supple flesh beneath his palms and imagines carving a hole in Steve’s chest, making a home there, living within him. They’d never be apart, nothing could ever separate them.

It’s a sort of possessiveness Eddie can never indulge. But God, how he wishes he could.

Eddie pauses for a moment. Closes his eyes and takes a deep breath. It’s all happening so fast he can barely keep up. He knows he should put a stop to this, walk away before he makes it any worse.

But, well, fuck it, he thinks.

Everything’s already well and truly ruined. Why should he stop now?

“Eddie?” Steve mumbles out against the table, bringing Eddie back to the moment. “Y’okay?”

Eddie’s heart clenches in his chest.

Here is a man laid before him, messy and perfect and everything he has ever dreamed of, and Eddie realises he’s been going about this all wrong.

Some dark, cruel part of him is yelling for him to make this count. To make sure Steve remembers this the next time he lays down with his wife. The next time she undresses him, kisses him, touches him in those intimate places. That part of him says, make it sweet, loving. Make it tender. Make sure he knows it isn’t just sex.

That part is screaming. Ruin him.

“Yeah, sweetheart. I’m okay.” Eddie leans down. Presses a gentle kiss to the side of Steve’s neck as he rocks against the crevice of Steve’s ass. Trails more kisses over his clothed shoulder, down the scarred knobs of his back.

He runs his hands up Steve’s sides, touches him almost reverently. Like something holy. “You’re so beautiful, Steve.”

Steve gasps out a moan, rocks back like he’s not in control. Eddie bites back a groan, rocks forward.

He feels something swinging against his hip, reaches into his jacket pocket and pulls out a half empty tube of vaseline. He smirks, squeezes some out onto his fingers and warms it up. Eddie reaches down, drags a slick finger over Steve’s hole and presses gently against it. Steve shudders, choking out a whine.

Eddie spreads a little more vaseline between his cheeks. He rubs up against him again, gliding smoother where skin meets skin. “That feel good, baby?”

Steve nods, free hand clenching into a fist against the table.

“Words, honey.”

“Feels good, Eds. So good.” Steve replies breathily. Eddie chuckles. He builds a rhythm grinding forward as Steve pushes back. It’s quiet for a moment or two, save for the sounds of their breathing and Steve’s punched out little groans.

Eddie presses his clean hand against the centre of Steve’s back, keeping him in place, and reaches round with his slick one, wrapping it around Steve’s cock. He strokes slowly once, twice, three times, running his thumb over the head to collect Steve’s pre and spread it back down.

“Fuck, Eddie.” Steve gasps out, hips jerking in his grip. His movements are juddering, like he can’t decide whether to fuck into Eddie’s fist or back against his cock. His cheek is pressed flat against the table, eyes clenched shut.

Eddie keeps his fist just bordering on too loose, keeps moving his hips. He leans close to Steve’s ear. “I want you to feel good, Stevie. Take what you want.”

Steve takes that as his cue, grinding rapidly back and forth, fingertips grasping for purchase against the smooth wood. He gasps and moans, writhing in place.

Eddie curses, rocking his hips against Steve’s heat. “That’s good, baby, you’re doing so good.”

Steve moans, deep and guttural as his movements become frantic. He reaches down, covers Eddie’s hand with his own, tangles their fingers and tightens Eddie’s grip.

“Yeah, fuck, just like that. M’so close.” Steve whines beneath him, trembling as he picks up the pace. His hips move faster, stuttering and jerking as he nears his end.

It’s almost a surprise to watch Steve come. It’s everything and nothing like Eddie expected. He could’ve fantasised for hours, days, years, but nothing his brain would’ve come up with is comparable to seeing the real thing.

Steve loses himself in it, lets the pleasure wash over him like a tidal wave. His eyes clench shut and his mouth falls open in a long moan as he comes undone. His hips keep pushing into the tight wet of Eddie’s fist until he becomes oversensitive.

Finally, he pulls his hand away, rests it on the table.

Eddie pulls away too, takes his own cock in hand as Steve lies there coming down, breaths coming out fast, and takes the sight of him in. The look of him debauched, ravished. The strain of muscles beneath scarred skin. The pink blush on his cheeks. The bitten red of his lips. It doesn’t take much.

“C’mon, Eds. Wanna feel you come.” But that’s what really does it. A few jerks of his hand and Eddie’s coming, streaking white across silver scars.

He falls forward, drapes himself over Steve in a desperate need for closeness. Doesn’t care about the mess he’s surely making of his shirt.

The room is near quiet. Still. And Eddie feels warm save for the sinking in his stomach.

He kinda wants to stay there forever. Knows he has to leave as quickly as he can.

Minutes pass, neither of them make the effort to move.

Eddie pants, pressing his forehead between Steve's shoulder blades. The room is silent save for their synced panting breaths. He pushes himself up slowly, muscles protesting the movement.

Steve remains in place on the table top, cheek pressed against the wood as he catches his breath. His eyes are closed, dark eyelashes fanning over flushed skin, and his forehead is damp with sweat. One of his hands lies curled but loose against the table, the other grips the farthest edge, white knuckled. His shirt is rucked up to his armpits, showing the scarred expanse of his back. His slacks are round his knees, the perfect curve of his ass bare.

He's marked with Eddie's cum. All the way from his hole to the centre of his back. It stands out, pale against the tan of his skin. Eddie's almost tempted to reach out, drag a finger through it.

He doesn't.

Instead, he pulls the lilac pocket square from the breast pocket of his suit jacket and unfolds it. With gentle hands, he wipes his spend from Steve's back. He balls the soiled cloth up and shoves it deep into his pants pocket. He'll bin it later - even if the thought of keeping it does briefly cross his mind.

Steve hums, grateful, pressing his forehead to the cool surface of the table. He flexes the hand that was gripping the edge, trying to get the feeling back.

Eddie turns away, feels like he's seen more than he's rightfully allowed. He tugs his pants up, hands shaking as he clasps his belt. He makes an attempt to tuck in his shirt, but it's creased to shit now, so it doesn't quite lay flat anymore.

He walks back over to the window. Outside, the moon is high and the sky is clear. The ground is dewey, almost sparkling. He thinks it must've rained at some point.

He taps out another cigarette from the packet in his pocket and lights up. Blowing out a plume of smoke, Eddie presses his forehead to the cool glass.

Behind him, he can hear Steve shuffling, tidying himself up. Probably preparing to let Eddie down and run off back to his perfect little wife.

Well fuck that, Eddie's gonna beat him to it.

"We can't do this again." He says, fogging up the glass in front of him as he speaks.

Steve's voice is rough when he replies. "I know."

Eddie knows that tone of voice. He knows it all too well. The one where he says one thing but means another.

He flicks the ash from his cigarette, turns and leans against the wall next to the window. Steve's leaning back against the table they just fucked on, staring down at a scuff on his left shoe.

From this vantage Eddie gets to see the wondrous Steve Harrington in all his post-sex glory. His shirt is all rumpled, much like Eddie's own, his jacket is still in a pile on the floor. His hair is a goddamn mess and, though he's tucked himself away, his slacks still hang open at his hips.

Fucking temptation incarnate.

"Steve." Steve looks up, his eyes are still shiny. "We can't. You're married."

Steve frowns, looking away again. He doesn't seem too happy about that. Taking in the frown lines on Steve's face, Eddie would guess the man is at war with himself. Running through all his options. He bets Steve wishes he could run off and find Robin, talk to her before finishing this conversation.

Unlucky for him, Robin is nowhere to be seen.

Eddie swallows down a lump in his throat. Has to force himself to say something he knows will wreck the both of them. "I think it's best that we don't see each other for a while."

Steve's head whips up so fast, Eddie's surprised he doesn’t give himself whiplash. "What?"

Eddie shrugs, self-deprecating and overly conscious of the mess this all is. "I don't... I never intended to be a homewrecker."

Steve scoffs, folding his arms over his chest. "The home has barely been built, man."

A sharp exhale and Eddie's running his free hand through his hair. "That's so much worse! You've got to see that it's worse, Steve!" He takes a pull from his cigarette and blows the smoke out fast. "I was just gonna keep this shit to myself. I never expected this."

"You did it, though. You let me.”

"I did." Eddie chokes out, voice shaky. "And I shouldn't have. I'm fucking sorry that I did."

Steve nods. He's quiet for a moment, his head ducked and shoulders hunched. When he talks again, it's quiet. "How long then?"

Eddie tilts his head. "What?"

Steve looks up then, fierce eyes burning hard into his own. "How long until I see you again?"

"Oh." Eddie breathes softly. "I'm not sure." He swallows. "I need time to get over you, Stevie."

Steve's gaze has gone cold, frozen over. Eddie knows it isn't personal, he's just trying to protect himself, but it hurts all the same. "Well you should probably go then."

It stings like a shot to the heart. "Right."

He moves to stub out his cigarette, but Steve stops him before he can. "Leave the cigarette." Eddie nods, leaving it resting on the window ledge. He slips a hand into his pocket, thumb rubbing over the engraving on his lighter. He pulls it out, watches how the silver glints in the moonlight, and gently rests it down on the ledge as well.

He can't meet Steve's eye again as he walks out of his life for what he knows will be forever, but he does stop at his side. He leans in, presses a gentle kiss to his cheek. Whispers, "I'm sorry. I'm so fucking sorry." And rushes out of there.

He stops at the door before he leaves completely. Finds Steve stood at the window, Eddie's cigarette between his lips and dusty suit jacket draped around his shoulders. He flicks open the lighter in his hand, watching the flame flicker.

The last time Eddie Munson sees Steve Harrington, he is gazing out of the window into the moonlight, rumpled from Eddie's hands on his body, and Eddie knows his heart is never going to recover.

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"The Divine Bond" : A Kili Durinson Fiction

Kili Durinson Imagine

Warnings: Arranged marriage themes. Past violence/abuse. Also, just middle earth in general. That's kind of a clusterfuck in and of itself. AFAB Reader. Fem Reader. Past heartbreak. Concept of soulmate AU if you will though it's not referred to it as that. Bagginshield. Post BotFA. Everyone. Fucking. Lives. I have chosen to sheild us all from THAT particular trauma.

Disclaimer: Obviously, I don't own the main characters and Tolkien's concept of middle earth. I do however own this variation of reader and my writing.

Two dark eyes stared out into the distance.

Dark eyes that were normally big, sparkly and all but chocolatey in their gaze.

Not today.

Today, there were dark and stormy and full of resentment.

A fierce glare that, admittedly, lost a bit of it's severity due to the contemptous pouting mouth that lay beneath it.

Today Kili was supposed to meet his intended.

An arranged marriage.

It was unheard of among dwarrow because they all firmly believed that they had a true match.

Their One.

Fili was no different in this belief.

The difference lay in the fact that he believed that title belonged to a red haired she elf.

Tauriel, Mirkwood's Captain of the Royal Guard.

She was not.

There had been curiosity, of course.

Attraction even.

From both parties.

But in reality, perhaps more than anything, there was simply solidarity in the fact that the both of them felt lonely.

Elves only truly love once.

Dwarves are no different.

And it is so absolutely divine that neither question it.

Of course, there was always the option of them choosing one another anyway.

Were it not for the fact that Tauriel had found her own.

An elf in Rivendell with " …eyes like spring and a smile of pure sunshine. she's as bright as starlight, Kili." as she'd put it.

Kili had tried to be happy for her.

He had.

He tried to be a good friend and be supportive.

But it had killed him inside.

He'd been heartbroken and jealous and…. stupid.

Today's meeting wasn't exactly his first go around with an arranged marriage.

He'd initiated it in the first place.

The first with a dwarrowdam from some distant kingdom.

Kili, assuming that he'd just watched his One fall in love with another, resigned himself to the possibility that he would just fade away and as such, told Thorin that he would offer his hand in marriage to someone suitable as long as it provided thriving trade options for Erebor.

In truth, it was one of the most political, level headed and responsible things Thorin had ever seen from his youngest nephew.

Though it still did nothing to keep his heart from shattering as he looked at him.

Thorin knew very well what it felt like to be at odds with your One… as he stupidly made it that way with Bilbo most of the journey to reclaim Erebor.

And he also knew what a dwarrow looked like when they found their One.

And Kili did not look like that with Tauriel.

The lad had a love and got his heartbroken.

While still valid, Thorin knew that this would be a whisper in the wind if Kili was ever blessed to find his intended.

However, he seemed bound and determined to seal his fate all in the name of Erebor.

Or spite.

Thorin couldn't be sure anymore.

The last time they'd done this, it was later found out that the dwarrowdam had been abusive to Kili throughout their entire courtship.

She'd played the part well and no one had been wiser.

And whether it was that Kili would never raise his hand to a woman or perhaps he was delusion in thinking that he somehow deserved this… he refused to retaliate.

It had only been when Fili noticed new battlescars all over his brother that things had come to a grinding halt.

Kili hadn't seen battle in nearly five years and no amount of sparring or training would've produced that.

The only thing that had kept Thorin from executing her on the spot was the fact that he'd come to know her mother and was assured that just consequence would be done upon her for the rest of her wretched existence.

And also because Bilbo asked him not to.

Thorin had been in a rage over it, declaring that they would never go through with it again.

Yet a year later in a drunken fit of misery, Kili took it upon himself to make a royal degree and sent out the bloody invitations himself.

Honestly, after word of the last one spread… barely anyone responded.

Though there was one.

A distant kingdom of creatures.

The Felinites of Bast.

Supposedly, lay in the far south, secluded in the desert rested the Mighty Queen Sehkmet and she had a daughter who was willing to meet with him.

Queen Sehkmet had written back.

The deep blue ink along the parchment telling him who it was long before he was ever given the letter.

'Prince Kili,

We have recieved your invitation to council over courtship leading to a future union of Erebor and Bast. I have discussed this with my daughter, the Princess and heir. We have decided to accept and will be travelling to Erebor soon to discuss further matters.

Highest Regards,

Queen Sehkmet of Bast'

However, now that the day had come and Kili was no longer in a fit of drunken despair … he was sorely regretting his decision to not just let things lie.

Apparently, the regret seemed to roll off of him in waves.

"Kili."

The deep, rumble of a voice was undeniable and he didn't need to look to know that Thorin had joined him as he stood there staring at the clouds.

It wouldn't be long now until they'd arrived.

Already, word of strange caravans approaching had spread to Dale and into Erebor.

"Kili, you don't have to do this." his uncle sighed. "No one will think less of you."

"I will marry her." Kili sighed. "It will be a good step towards security for Erebor."

Another sigh.

"Kili… Erebor is fine. It grows prosperous every day. We've enough wealth in this mountain."

"The kingdom from where she hails is known for their impressive spices and dye powders. That could be very useful to us." the young prince said. "According to Ori, that is not all that seems to be abundant in Bast. There is a lot to be gained from this, Uncle." "Yes, Kili, but this does not have to fall to you." Thorin said, pinching the bridge of his nose. "An agreement could still be achieved without a marriage."

"It will be much easier with one." Kili countered. "Besides, this could further future endeavors with Mirkwood. Her people, they are weavers and have been known to work with spiders. I can't help but thinking that could be useful and if they were able to minimize the situation in Mirkwood, Thranduil would be in our debt."

Thorin was impressed.

He was saddened that his formerly jovial and lighthearted nephew had taken to looking at things so clear cut… but he was still impressed with this level headed diplomatic opinion of his.

"And if they can solve that issue and we are on better terms with Thranduil then we stand to gain from a possible trade of textiles with not only Mirkwood but perhaps Rivendell." Kili said, glancing at his Uncle's curious expression. "I understand that spidersilk is both incredibly strong and extremely luxurious. Now, I can't say that I found the experience luxurious when we were dangling from it in the forest. However, it was strong enough to hold dwarves… and we're heavy. From what I gather, it does take certain skill to both calm the beasts and work with the byproduct. If an agreement with the elves were to be reached over the passing of mithril and spidersilk we would, and pardon the butchery of this but, have them by the balls. For those two items, we could demand just about anything."

Thorin was passed impressed.

He was just plain proud.

He clapped his hand on his nephew's shoulder making a ghost of a smile appear, "I had no idea you'd put so much thought into this."

Kili nodded, "There's too much potential gain for Erebor for me to worry about a little marriage getting in the way."

And Thorin's smile fell again.

"Well, we will meet with them and if you decide that it's what's best then we'll continue. However, if not, you need only say. There will be no grudges and I will work tirelessly to achieve your goals in any other way." he said. "I'm serious, Kili. This does not fall to your shoulders."

The dark haired prince only gave a nod.

.---.---.---.---.---.

When they came, they came in a rush to the senses.

Color, scent, sound.

The Felinites of Bast were a sight to behold and that was undeniable.

Music carried on the wind long before they reached Erebor.

It echoed from the city of Dale.

Caravans turned to boats as they crossed to Erebor and soon those drums were thumping through stone as if the Mountain itself had come alive and it's heart was beating.

A group of people, thirty at best, were making their way inside after having been granted access at the gates by Dwalin and his guard.

They were a tall people, it would seem.

Not nearly so as the elves but only just.

The air was perfumed with spices and flowers as they came.

The starkness of the mountain split into as they glided through, the hues of their garb, glittering like jewels.

They were so foreign to Erebor and yet they seemed all at once it they were meant to have been there.

Queen Sehkmet was a mighty woman with a towering height.

Her skin was warm and bronze and decorated with painted shimmering golden markings.

It stretched over muscles that many a dwarf would envy.

Her hair was golden, braided into tight rows that fell over her shoulder and a shimmering crown that mirrored the sun set around her head like a halo or a lion's mane.

Her eyes were matching piercing gold surrounded by darkness.

All of those paled in comparison to the rounded golden ears atop of her head… and matching long tail swishing behind her.

She looked like a mighty lioness ready to strike at a moment's notice.

The Felinites were a people who walked the line between man and beast… and proudly so.

The Princess walked not behind her mother, but beside her.

Her hair was a mass of black, braided and drawn back into thick sections atop her head; bunched and banded to keep at bay with smaller banded sections of hair near her face.

Her crown was much simpler involving just a simple golden hoop at the back of her head that swooped down under her hair before resurfacing at the front in the form of two great horns shaped in such a way that they resembled the ears of a cat.

Her eyes were that of her mother's though they held not the darkness of Sehkmet's and while her mother's markings were golden, her's were simply white.

Her pupils were slanted, as were Sehkmet's, as were all of the Felinites.

Her gaze held the fierceness of her mother.

Though where there was ruthlessness in Sehkmet's … there was yet still a soft, awe of wonder in hers as she took in the mighty kingdom of Erebor.

Thorin, who'd been observing their entrance, reasoned that it was because the Princess was likely young and had yet to see much war.

"Welcome, honored guests of Bast!" the king spoke, a sudden regalness to his tone making his sister, Dis…. and almost everyone around him nearly roll their eyes and laugh at him.

Thorin hated the stuffiness of royal affairs… but he played the part none the less.

Queen Sehkmet bowed her golden head slightly, "King Thorin, thank you for your welcome. Please allow us to extend our gratitude of your generosity."

Thorin lifted a dark brow at her.

"We have brought gifts." she smiled, revealing a set of teeth that while beautiful… were very sharp.

She turned to the princess with a sharp nod.

Kili watched as the Princess turned to the others behind her and retrieved the first of what seemed many gifts.

The people of Bast scattered to gift each and every person in Erebor a gift from their homeland.

It mattered not how big or small, their status or class, everyone recieved a gift.

Kili watched as the princess approached the royal guard, dipping into a kneel before Dwalin who's eyes widened.

He took the glimmering pouch from her with less of a grumble than Kili had seen from the dwarf in a long time.

She approached the high court and kneeled again before each and every member working her way up the line to him.

She swept down again and presented him with a pouch that glimmered so brightly and fiercely that it reminded him of burning embers or perhaps a sunset.

Her hands bore the same mark as her mother.

Intricate details all in shimmering white paint.

Upon further inspection, he noticed that it wasn't paint at all but rather stained.

Was she inked or simply stained?

"Kili."

The bark had less bite than usual from Thorin and he tore his eyes away from her hands to look at his uncle who gave him a pointed look.

"Thank you." Kili whispered.

He started a little when her head snapped up to look at him, those great glowing eyes locking on his.

The slits of her eyes widened until nearly the whole of the golden iris was overtaken by shining black pools.

She turned suddenly to look at her mother.

Sehkmet's eyes, as if it were even possible, narrowed at her then at Kili before they slid to meet Thorin's gaze.

"It would seem, King Thorin, that the winds of fate have brought our people together." Sehkmet said.

"I beg your pardon?"

"Are your people familiar with the concept of the divine bond?" she asked.

"We don't call it that." he said. "Though, I understand what you mean. However, if that is what you're about to insunate then I suggest we take this meeting to a more private location at a more appropriate time. My nephew will not be -"

Though Thorin's words died on his lips as Kili's whisper seemed to echo over the entire room.

"My One…."

….

Hello, loves! So I realize that this is a big fat cliffhanger. It's meant to just be a cute if not angsty little Kili work. However, if you DO want to see more about Kili and this mysterious Princess, I would absolutely love to write more about them! I just didn't want to throw out a bunch of new stories at yall if you weren't interested. I hope you DID enjoy and I would love to know what you think!

All my love,

Kenny

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liliallowed · 9 months

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thorn bound souls 1

a dusttale soul-mate fic (anomaly x sans)

warning tags:

-dark

-corrupt/forced soul bond

-manipulation

-self sabotage

-suicidal thoughts (no attempts)

-not a fix you fic

-hurt

-imprisonment

-mutual yandere tendencies

again. this IS a sans x anomaly fic. just reminding :) and it's a choice game! each part has a choice! I'll make a poll and you can chose the interaction!

summary:

after making a deal with the devil sans has to deal with the consequences of developing feelings he never asked for. luckily LV solves half of his problems.

he felt the sickeningly sweet pulse again.

there was no indication of them visiting him but he knew he KNEW each time.

the new sense of surveillance he had over them being close by gave him a sense of control. a sense of power. he was in charge. of course he wouldn't just let them off the hook.

he really didn't take them for such a hopeless romantic. or an idiot... but that could only mean that THEY REALLY HAD feelings. because love made people do dumb stuff like being coerced to give away their immortality for forgiveness he lied he had in himself.

"idiot" he grinned.

he had their lifeline. if he killed himself the world would reset by result of their soul shattering along with his.

using the soul bond as leverage was the last thing he expected but it still was technically more "ETHICAL" than murdering the entire monster population...

and they both deserved to suffer together anyway. two birds with one stone!

it wasn't still a direct influence over the save but... with this much he could still pull some strings to mess with that narcissistic fool with a god complex.

he had control. he had control. he was in control.

they thought that they could just fix everything with a small apology. props to the act, they'd surely win an award with those crocodile tears. they even went through the trouble to antagonize a common enemy and defeat the demon FOR him as a display of absolute loyalty and affection...

...

his none existent ass.

he smiled through it all. pretending... waiting... until they let their gaurd down.

"do you believe even the worst person can change? "

they thought that they could just whisper sweet nothing and have their happy ending with him?

oh that was absolutely hilarious. sometimes he wondered how STUPID they thought him as. as if he was a one dimensional fictional character to them.

"only if they decide to"

well on way or another he WAS slowly creeping up and catching back up to them. not in LV or exp but with wits.

*buddum*

the pulse was stronger.

he hated it. hated how his mind and soul would clash. the way he'd be stuck in a trance unable to think... to act.

it was invasive. it fucked with his mind more than he liked to admit.

emotions manipulating his actions and an involuntary urge to protect this freak. to comfort them. to ask them about their day or... WHATEVER cheesy ass things bonded people did.

he wanted to puke.

he'd be worried he was actually in love if he wasn't confident in his LV fighting back the love.

more. he needed more he needed to drown it out. he wasn't going to be another pawn. he WAS IN CONTROL OF THESE CHAINS. not these fake FEELINGS. not THEM.

he let out a sigh calming himself.

one way or another these forced "feelings" would take over. he just had to make sure to go down kamikaze with them.

he could feel the "love" slowly chipping away at his hatred and pacifying him.

it made him want lash out even further.

it felt suffocating. like a silent scream being drowned out by a peaceful slumber.

it felt BAD that it felt so warm and good. he knew HE KNEW it was because of his souls chemistry. his falsely happy lil piece of shit magic that wasn't numbed by LV, rejoiced.

nothing but heavy coded dumb mushy monster instincts.

he wished he didn't have soul sometimes.

humans didn't HAVE that problem. they were out of tune with their magic and souls by default making it much easier for them to raise their LV.

he wanted to bash his head against the wall.

a clear disadvantage on his part but he STILL had some tricks up his sleeve. if he could only get rid of the bond the MOMENT he killed them... without dying himself...

this could be fixed.

problem was that they weren't oblivious.

they KNEW he would stab them in the back given the chance and had the entire mosnter race fooled by heroism.

oh how valiant. they saved everyone from being murdered by the crazy judge. how fucking heroic.

he cackled.

it always give him the ick. how they treated everything as a stage play. so disconnected so... fake and empty.

the ambassador forcing their way back to a Pacifist ending DESPITE his efforts.

"you lost. I still own your fate."

he could practically hear them snickering playfully like an eight old pulling a cheap prank.

guess all anomalies had such standards for pranks.

so why weren't they laughing when he killed them? he was telling them a joke in THEIR OWN language.

they liked things extreme.

"wouldn't it be funny if I did it instead?"

" why aren't you laughing? it was just a prank. it's not like you can't bring them back right?"

the irony. oh the sweet irony.

it was a bit childish. like a classic "no you" a child would say in retaliation... but seeing the absolute shock on their face...

it gave him a sense of euphoria. it felt... like he was for a second... ahead of them.

that they DIDN'T expect this. that they WEREN'T a god they pretended to be. that they WEREN'T ABOVE THE CONSEQUENCES.

a weakness that he had CONTROL over. HE COULD LAUGH AT THEM. HE COULD WIN.

his eyelights locked onto the door feeling the magnetic pull behind the wall.

"didja miss me?"

he grinned looking at you as you entered the room.

yes ❤️ yes

he watched you pause with confusion with a small chuckle.

he could see the gears turning in your head. you looked slightly creeped out by it. as if he had BROKEN a certain "rule" or expectation of yours. your SOUL was unique. your EYES were unique too. so for it to aknowledge your will, there were some... complications.

"c'mon it's not like I'm messing with your head more than you are with mine" he shrugged nonchalantly.

No ❤️ yes

before you could reply however he interrupted you with a swing of his magic, trapping your soul in place. 💙

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skylarstark4826 · 5 months

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Up at the shack in the Hallelujah Mountains, Jake and Dr. Augustine had been in their link units for a couple of hours while they mingled with the Omaticaya in their avatars. They'd be there for the rest of the day.

Trudy and Norm had been in his bunk for nearly as long, and didn't plan on leaving it any time soon either.

The scientist woke to a warm hand idly tracing circles on his shoulder; he smiled and hugged the pilot briefly in response.

Trudy had a lot on her mind and spoke thoughtfully, "Norm, do me a favor?"

He didn't hesitate, "Anything."

Her request surprised him. "Get off of Jake's back."

Norm's eyes popped open in surprise and he picked his head up to look at her. "Hey, wait a minute…"

Trudy turned her face towards him; her gaze was steely. "No, you listen." The tone of her voice matched the look in her eyes, and he went quiet. Norm was reminded that the passionate woman he was holding was also a ruthless killer when circumstances required it.

"I've been watching since the two of you got here. You know what I've seen? I've seen everyone in the biolab spit on Jake because he's not Tom, right from Augustine on down. Like its his fault that he's here. Like its his fault that Tom's dead. Like he's deliberately screwed all of you. Shit, Norm, has anyone on the Avatar team walked up to Jake and said 'I'm sorry you lost your brother'? Or are you all too busy feeling insulted?"

Norm had to look away in the face of that accusation because he knew Trudy was absolutely right.

The pilot sighed, "Christ, is it any wonder that he's Quaritch's man, when you guys treat him like crap?"

The scientist was shocked. And guilty.

Trudy looked at her lover with a haunted expression. "You know what a Marine sees when he looks in another marine's eyes? He sees someone who's gone to Hell, crawled through it lengthwise, and come out the other side. Just like he did. Just like I did. That creates a bond between you that nothing can ever break." Her voice got hard. "Jake's my brother, Norm, and you're treating my brother like shit because the Omaticaya bruised your ego by choosing him over you. Jake didn't do anything to you. Get over it."

Norman couldn't help himself; he got indignant, "Now wait a damned minute…."

Trudy cut his protest off viciously. "He's lost his fucking legs, Norm. How many people have the guts to volunteer for Pandora with no goddamned legs? Would you? Or would you sit around and whine and moan or just give up and die like almost anyone else in that position?"

His protest died in his throat.

She glared at her lover, "I've heard you bitch that he has no training."

He started to puff up self-righteously, but the pilot punctured his ego ruthlessly. "Look at it from the other side. He has no legs, no training," she stared at him meaningfully, "no one who's willing to help him at all, and he's doing it. He's succeeding. He's in Hometree, with the Omaticaya. Would you be able to do that, if you were in his position? Would you even try?"

She sighed and lay back down on the bunk, looking up at the ceiling. "I've been watching you throw a hissy fit for the past month like a spoiled brat. You're a better man than that, Norm. But honest to God, if you science guys give a damn about the Na'vi you'd better wake up fast, cause Quaritch sure as hell doesn't."

Norm was shocked – and diverted, "What do you mean? Quaritch wouldn't do anything stupid, would he?"

Trudy was uneasy, "I don't know, but I've got a bad feeling about that man. Reminds me of a pit viper – doesn't make a move for hours then bam, you never saw it coming. And Selfridge," she confessed, "Call it crazy, but I've seen indifference do a hell of a lot more damage than outright hate. I never trust a man who doesn't give a damn about anything. They'll turn on you as easily as on anyone else."

She looked at him with an odd expression. "Norm, you told me you have hundreds of hours in your Avatar. It's old hat to you now, but it wasn't always like that. Think back, remember the first time you ever linked. What did it feel like to have your spirit ripped out of your body?"

He shuddered. It'd been the most frightening – and exhilarating - moment of his life. Despite his eagerness, despite his training, he'd almost lost it. You were changed forever after your first Avatar link – if you survived it. You never looked at your physical body the same way ever again. The 'attitude,' the drivers called it. You could tell just by looking at someone whether they were a driver or not, because they had a body-awareness that no one else had.

Trudy nodded as if he'd answered her question. "They say almost half of potential Avatar drivers are lost in that first link. Their brains or their psyches can't handle it, or they just don't come back. Even with all the training they get put through beforehand." She looked at him with pain in her eyes. "Jake had what, a week to get used to the idea before they shoved him in cryo? Linked the day after he got here, with no training? With all of you breathing fire down his neck? Don't tell me that a bunch of you weren't hoping he'd be lost in that first link either."

She was right. Norman closed his eyes, admitting the truth in her accusation without a word.

"Norm, if the whole point of this project is to get in with the Omaticaya – which Jake has done – then you're throwing away the exact opportunity you'd hoped to create. If there's one thing that gets branded on a Marine's soul, it's that you achieve the mission. Are you going to throw the mission away just because you got your pride hurt? Cause if you are, then I'm in the wrong bunk."

He opened his eyes and looked at his lover with pain written all over his face.

Trudy continued, "Jake's a good man, Norm. He's trying to do what's right. But you haven't been helping him see what that is, and you sure as hell haven't been making it easy for him. If you can't bring yourself to help him, at least leave him alone. Hell, if you bothered to just talk to the man you might even find a friend."

He reached out contritely and took her upper arm in his hand. "You're right. I've been an absolute ass. I'm sorry. I promise, no more hissy fits."

She tilted her head sideways, "You'll stop harassing him? Help him out?"

The scientist promised, "Word of honor. You're right, the mission comes first. Who gets credit for it isn't important."

The brilliant white smile he loved to see broke out over her face, "Now that's what I'm talking about. Knew you were in there somewhere." She rolled over onto him, wrapped her arms around him and kissed him quite thoroughly.

Down the corridor, the link units kept humming quietly.

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mirroredworlds · 10 months

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"Oh, you do. Believe me you do." Mira exhaled softly before emitting a small laugh. There was no shame in admitting it any more. If they were going to go on a date then she wanted to be most sincere with every single thing she was feeling. Excitement, embarrassment, fear, comfort, heat, joy, insecurity. Everything. He deserved nothing less and she didn't want it any other way. No matter how difficult or easy each of those feelings may be… She would let herself feel them to the fullest whenever they appeared. "But I'm glad to hear it's mutual," Mira smiled, relishing the tender touch of their hands. It was so simple but so comforting.

It would seem as though both of them would be left with rosy cheeks in the last couple of moments. She felt warm the entire time, warm and tingly and excited and joyful, and everything they talked about just made her heart pound. Not yet, he said. Mira had to keep her imagination from getting the better of her again. It was unusual to be talking about this sort of thing with him but she didn't mind. Not at all. But given the circumstances and matter of her heart, it wouldn't leave her unaffected, of course. "No, not in that sense. But a beautiful sense nonetheless." After all, it was kind of intimate as well. Just in a different manner. Admitting to him that his presence soothed her.

Proceeding with the details of their upcoming date, Mira sighed with a bit of exhaustion swinging along. "It will be a welcome change. It has been a while since I've eaten out and it's even lovelier that I get to do it with you." And she wasn't entirely sure whether it was something she said or something she couldn't see but the sudden color in his cheeks had her giggle softly. Was it the first time she undeniably witnessed Freed blush? She would savor this sight one way or another and hope she would be allowed to see it more times in the future.

She proceeded to lean over the bar counter just enough so she could place a delicate peck on one of his cheeks before withdrawing again. There was no harm in such a innocent gesture even if somebody were to witness it and try to turn it into gossip. But to her, it already felt special. "You know, this color suits you well." Mirajane winked at Freed, own cheeks stilly rosy as well, before she gave his hand a gentle squeeze. "Should we leave?"

"Is that so? Maybe you will have to tell me just how that is someday, Mira,"

Freed hadn't really expected the two of them to bond quite as dynamically as they had. He liked it though. Plus, spending time with her was a blessing no matter how the time was spent. It was good to relax and talk, or, as they'd done before, paint one another as many colors of the rainbow as they could. That day had been quite refreshing for both of them and likely one of the various catalysts that led them to where they currently were.

"Of course, it would make things more than slightly awkward otherwise, would it not?"

His lips would curl into a smirk once more, an expression that was so common in her company at this point he may as well never stop smirking or smiling. The feelings she elicited in him were likely the same ones he did for her. It was only fair after all. Sure, love had been far from anything he'd ever expected to happen between them but perhaps this was something larger at play that meant for both of them to simply be happy with one another.

He'd not just alluded to the fact that intimacy between them may be in the future but all but verified it would be at some point. Of course, there was going to be absolutely no pressure of any kind for it. He was perfectly content to hold her while they slept. Sharing a bed could be even more intimate than any actual sexual intimacy could be. Because just being there was so much more than getting naked was.

"I am looking forward to our date as much as you are I believe. it will be a nice change for both of us. Seeing as we spend so much time in the guildhall and all."

As much as he adored her cooking he knew she, like everyone else, deserved to rest. All they needed to do was hope that nobody got wind of their date and decided to spy on them together. He really didn't want to have to rune guard their table from eavesdroppers. Their guild meant well but some of the members were far too nosy for their own good. His cheeks would darken just a bit more upon feeling her soft lips pressed against one of them and his smirk would turn into a genuine smile instead.

"I do believe that it is time for us to call it a night and retire to your home for the evening, yes."

He'd make no attempt to remove his hand from hers at this point. They were going to be going on their first actual date within a few days and after that he doubted there'd be a single member in the guild who wasn't aware of their relationship. As he thought before, some members were simply too nosy for their own good and secrets didn't stay secret for very long.

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questioned-quetzalcoatl · 2 years

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30 Days of OTP: Day 9, Hanging out with Friends

Rating: K

Verse: Canon

AN: James invites his mates round to watch rugby during its hype season. Unfortunately they're all just as loud and as destructive as each other.

Had to add a few extra characters for this chapter: Aamade (South Africa) Aliti (Fiji) Michelle (Seychelles) Piri (Philippines)

James has too many friends; he’s a magnet for them. He can enter a room full of strangers and leave with a room full of people who adore him, and invite for them to meet up again. His extroverted and friendly nature, as well as the fact he can get along with just about anyone in any situation. He gets itchy being alone, not literally but he always loves to surround himself with people which, for a man like him, is never hard to accomplish. One of those people who can get everyone to love him instantaneously and it was no wonder that he was like the sibling that got away with everything.

Kainga, however, was almost the exact opposite.

He's got a few friends, some have dipped in and out of his life and some stayed for longer. James was acquainted to most of them, after all Kainga only really hung around with the same handful of people. For an introvert, socializing was not his forte. Even less so when friend making with his very specific interests and personality so his social life was mostly nonexistent. His requirements for friends where as slim as paper but if you could get along with him and enjoyed his interests it's guaranteed that you'll be friends for life.

Most of all, he never understood how James made so many friends so quickly. Until he realized during the height of the rugby season, coming to the realization that James and all of his friends are just as loud and destructive as each other. How they bonded over screaming at the TV, taking off their shirts before smashing beer bottles on the floor and punching each other was completely beyond him. Above all, they were all crazy for Rugby in a sense where if anyone was to walk in and see how apeshit they all were over a goal, they'd been deemed completely insane.

First there's Aamade.

He could only describe him as, truly something else. The South African was a force to be reckoned with, especially when it involved his team; The Springboks. He's more like James than Kainga, some boisterous man, rough and ready and frankly absolutely terrifying to the New Zealander at times. Surprising as they consider themselves as 'best friends' which in some cases is true. But that can easily change quickly as soon as rugby is involved. Aamade is a lot shorter than James, rather short in general but he sure as fuck packs a warrior's punch. His hair in thick, traditional braids, tied up to the back as James had a nasty habit of pulling on them when he was angry.

Then there's Aliti.

Aliti, is Kainga's older sister.

Why on earth James invited her round, he didn't know. But the two had a particularly immense disliking for each other. Even spanning way before James and Kainga got together. He swears at least one of the reasons James got with him for another reason to poke at her. Whenever James brought up the smug argument of 'I'm fucking your brother and there's nothin' ya can do about it' it always ends in a very broken nose for James. The Fijian is quick and short tempered, very over protective of her brother towards James.

So all of them gathered on one couch to watch the Saturday nights rugby game, could only end in complete disaster. Kainga knew this all too well.

Kainga had a very different night planned for himself. While James had his mates around causing a ruckus, he'd invited over some of his own friends for something as simple as getting together and having tea. Often times they'd just chat, knit and compare books they were reading or sweaters they had. It was the simple things but for Kainga, he enjoyed nothing more.

This night he'd only invited two of his closest friends around. Piri and Michelle, yet in order to get in, they had to get past the ruckus from the living room. At this point in time, James and Aamade had started to loudly argue over the results of half-time.

“Oh for fucks sake, that was blatantly our ball!”

“Well isn’t someone a sore loser? Your All Blacks have nothing on the Springboks!”

“Sore loser?! Says the guy who couldn’t handle us scorin a try!”

“That’s because you guys hadn’t got the ball off the fucking line!”

Piri sighed once entering Kainga's room, closing the door behind them both and staring at it like there was a zombie apocalypse occurring on the other side of it.

"Are they always like that?"

"Unfortunately yes."

As the night went on, both Piri and Michelle were rather surprised that Kainga didn't seem phased by the crashing and thumping from downstairs. He just simply enjoyed his tea and rambled off about the book he was reading right now. Even offering that they all start a book club before turning on the fairy lights he'd installed to give the room more light.

At one point, the yelling and crashing from downstairs stopped. Michelle couldn't help feel unease and Kainga just simply apologized for his boyfriend and his mates. Finally they had some silence, Aamade and Aliti must've gone home. Either that or they all died. Kainga knew that if James was quiet, something was very wrong as the New Zealander tended to never shut up. He quickly excused himself and went downstairs with his empty tea cup in hand.

"James? Did everyone go home?"

He's only met with James sprawled out on the couch, half passed out and surrounded by beer bottles and leftover pizza still in the greasy boxes. James managed to smile up at him sleazily.

"We wonnnn....we wonnnn th' gameeeee...~"

Of course, rugby was all he could still talk about in his state of, whatever it was. Kainga just sighed and shook his head. "C'mon let's get you to bed."

"I'm....fineeeee..." James insisted as he slumped onto Kainga like a limp sack of potatoes. Almost sending Kainga to the floor with his weight but instead of complaining, a small laugh left the Tongan's lips as he caught James in his arms. Meeting the dorky like grin James was pulling up at him. He couldn't help but smile down at him, holding James's cheeks before he started to kiss him. James let out a soft muffled mumble, wrapping his arms around Kainga's smaller slim waist to keep his balance we kissing back. His mouth only tasting of that horrible cheap Kiwi beer he'd bought and drank in celebration.

Kainga had to pull James's face away from him in order to get a short breath. Feeling the sharp prickles of the Kiwi's ever growing hairy stubble, more evident that James was growing a beard whenever Kainga kissed him. Kainga's soft skin always itched when James's rough stubble met his. Yet, he didn't mind, mainly because he thought James looked hella sexy with a beard. Stopping James's drunken whine by placing a kiss on the bridge of his lightly crooked nose.

"Alright you big boofy kiwi, I said its bed~"

#30 days of zeaonga #hetalia #aph new zealand #aph tonga #zeaonga #hws new zealand #aph #hetalia oc #ao3 fanfic #hws tonga #30 day otp challenge

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theunrealinsomniac · 2 years

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wow thank you for your answer! im trying to write too and i realized theres a few things you mentioned that im already doing too so its great that it works for you too! as for the rest, im definitely gonna follow your advices :)

unrelated question! but i think youre a hp fan too so i was wondering, if narusaku were based on that universe, do you have any headcanons for them? for example their houses, favorite classes, date ideas, just things about their lives in hogwarts? i hope this is a fun question for you!!

No probs, hope they work for you as well, if not better, than they do for me lol.

I *was* a HP fan, it was a formative part of my life and writing HP fanfic was how I met my fiancee, but given JK Rowling's behaviour and bigotry in recent years ... I don't feel comfortable calling myself a fan anymore.

It's a shame as I loved those books growing up, but it's the way it is sadly.

I do have some surface level thoughts for Naruto and Sakura in a HP universe though lol. I'll share the ones I remember.

They're both in Gryffindor, easy. There was a little bit of consideration for Ravenclaw for Sakura and Naruto could have easily fit into Hufflepuff if you ask me, but the sheer levels of courage and honestly? Bullheadedness of the two of them kinda screams the lion house lol.

As for classes ... I kinda think Sakura would be the time of nerdy kid who was good at absolutely bloody everything. Like, you know the type of kid who could just consume knowledge? That's Sakura. Except Herbology, I think she'd struggle with it something fierce.

But she would especially excel in Transfiguration, Potions and Charms.

Naruto ... god bless the boy, I think he'd struggle. I think he'd have a natural talent for Herbology and DADA, we're talking top marks, he's just amazing at them. But everything else would be a bit of a struggle to get a passing mark. He'd manage it, but only just.

He'd definitely be on the Quidditch team though, Naruto one hundred percent would be a Beater.

I think they'd kinda be in each other's circles at first but I think what would bring them together would be Sakura having a bit of a chip on her shoulder about struggling with Herbology.

So ever the practical one, she'd approach Naruto with an arrangement. She would help him with his other subjects, to get the necessary marks to get onto the NEWT courses he wants to do for his job as an Auror, cos come on, and he would help her get her missing O.

Don't laugh, they're fifteen at this point, behave xD.

Naruto agrees cos he's still got that crush and he loves helping people and they bond over long, long study sessions in the library. Sakura starts seeing the sweeter side of Naruto, learns a bit about his parents passing when he was just born, and Naruto ... well he just get's his crush upgraded to an honest to god love.

Whether anything happens there I don't know, knowing my opinions and typical practices with them, no nothing happens ... yet xD.

But that would be how the feelings would percolate lol.

But you know, maybe, when Sakura's Healer Haruno and Naruto is Auror Uzumaki and he's regularly getting shipped off to St Mungos for being reckless and getting hurt and Sakura insists on treating the dumbass ... rumours start flying.

And maybe one day another Healer catches Sakura in Naruto's lap kissing ... you know, maybe ... who knows?

But yeah, might have had more thoughts than I thought lol.

Thanks for asking!

#ask theunrealinsomniac #narusaku #harry potter #hp au

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twistedtangledfate · 1 year

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@siderealxmelody sent a confession.

Fal stared at Clythia's body, at the banner she was made into. At what remained of Jurian's army. He didn't have a lot of time before it all would be taken from them.

They were so tired, so mentally drained from the fighting and the power they'd been made to weild. This knowledge wouldn't last long in them - they'd need to sleep soon.

They moved through the wreckage to the cave. They saw the blade first, Godkiller. Had one of them fashioned it? Had another used the Cauldron to forge it? He shook his head and gritted his teeth against the nausea.

He'd leveled cities with that Primal power in him. Now, now he could barely stand as it was dragged from him bit by bit. He shook his head, his vision swimming. He gripped the corner staring at the two of them. Jurian's screams now reduced to whimpers or worse - none.

"She was Mother, she was - I helped fashion them, you. The Daglan, the Fae, the Witches - I taught her how to -"

He wouldn't last much longer, he sounded mad to his own ears. A Raven without a flock or feathers now. Was he a Raven again? A god? Was he finally free? Why was he -

His eyes focused on the spell book open. It was a soul-binding spell. A beautifully horrible one. He moved toward it reading it over with what sanity he had left.

His fingers were bleeding and they shook as he ran his fingers over the swimming text.

He landed finally on the last bit of it and shook his head.

"No - no you don't, Phoenix Ash is a cruder material. You - you -"

He squeezed his eyes shut. What did they need? Why was he -

The breeze moved through the cave hot and sticky laden with blood and misery. But he sniffed it, he knew that scent like he knew everything about her soul.

He opened his eyes and grabbed the spare athame on the table and reshaped it. It would be Made, a weapon, a trinket reformed for this purpose.

"You need something Made to hold it all together. A - here. Here will this work?"

He held out the chain and pendant for her. He wasn't as good as Ethna in reshaping metal but he understood the logistics.

His body was going to break down, it would be dragged back to reform - to be used again.and again. Just like it had before. He met Amarantha's eyes his own wide.

"I promised to guide them, to guide her children when - when they killed her. I promised to help them. I - have I helped you think? Have I done well you think? Do you think she would think me good yet? Do you think she'd forgive me for bringing them here?"

//this is meant to make no sense to Amarantha. But Fal is a Raven under Hybern King. He was Clythia's mate. Up to you if Amarantha knew about it or not. And if Clyia spoke about any bond.//

-----

They had lost and the bitter taste of that defeat was like black, cloying tar in the back of her throat, or was that the grief and the anger? Amarantha couldn’t quite tell but it was almost suffocating. She had to breathe through it, through the pain and the anger, the hatred and disappointment, the shame. She knew what was going to happen next, knew that everything she had fought for had been for nothing. Clythia was gone and they were now going to be forced to bow and bend and scrape, to allow their way of life to be trampled under foot and for those fools to let the humans spread wherever they so wished. There were no humans left here, none except for darling Jurian, what was left of him that was. Oh, Amarantha had plans for him and his torment was nowhere near over. He had to pay for what he had done and she would ensure that he paid for that over and over again. By the time she was done with him, he was going to wish he’d taken his dagger and slit his own throat.

She wasn’t the only one who was suffering though. Fal was an absolute wreck of a creature and Amarantha felt some semblance of sympathy for him, pity for what he had been reduced to and why. She wanted to take hold of him, to slap and shake him into himself, to grip his chin and force him to look at her as she reminded him that there work wasn’t done, that they couldn’t take this lying down. Hybern would have some plan, she believed that in the core of her being, and even if it took 500 years, Amarantha knew that they would come back from this.

“Pull yourself together.” She hissed, crouching down in front of him, taking hold of the pendant with one hand and snapping her fingers in front of his face with her other hand. “I know it hurts, by the Cauldron I know it hurts but get a grip. We do not show weakness to our enemies.” This was the voice of the General marshalling her troops. In this case, it was only him and it was only her in this cave.

#ask meme #the never fading flower (amarantha)

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drakenlvr · 2 years

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Can I request head cannons on playing video games w the Haitani bro's?! Pls and tyy😁 💞 (platonic + fluff/crack)

playing video games with the Haitani brothers

characters εїз Ran and Rindou (obv)

note εїз hi hi, sorry i took so long n if it’s not what u envisioned xx, not proofread, gn!reader

warning εїз none, just hcs

you and the Haitani brothers have known each other, since you guys were kids

growing up near them brought you a certain type of reputation

other children in the neighborhood were always scared when they'd see any of you, because they knew who you were

and yeah sure, the friendship did have its privileges, but you didn’t see them as anything more than your friends

and that still stands to this day, although they now had made a name for themselves as intimidating gang members

which was how most ppl saw them

it’s well known that the Haitani brothers are rich and with that came both of them owning the newest and shiniest video games

and as a kid, nothing seemed better than this

over the years the three of you grew closer and closer, some would say you guys are inseparable nowadays

one of the best things is going over to their house to play together every weekend, because unlike your house - there are no rules, no bedtime

so what more could you ask for?!

at this point it's become a habit of just going over, no knocking, just bursting into the house and making a straight line to their gaming room

(yes they do have a special room for that, prove me wrong)

in a line down two of the walls are arcade machines placed next to one another, near them a big flat screen TV with a bunch of game consoles, lying on the floor

there'd be times when they'd walk in after a long day of beating the shit out of people, just to see your shoes near the door and quickly go to the room to come play with you

exactly there you were always seated on your favorite couch, eyes focused on the screen

Ran will boast about his "amazing skills when playing so-and-so game", but he is the literal worst

tries so hard, yet still fails miserably every time

nonetheless, you can count on all of your fingers the amounts of times he's won against you or Rindou

once you start a game he is so convinced that he’s got it this time and once he loses he’d blame it on the fact that he wasn't even trying

or he'll say something like "there's no way i can win when the entire time you were pushing me !! you did this on purpose !! you cheater !!”

or he will just tell you to shut up, instead of admitting defeat

he's a bit of a sore loser

he'd also try to cheat during a game, but pretend that "the odds just happened to be in his favor", when in fact, no - they were not, Ran

he is the worst, but at least you can have fun teasing him

Rindou is the exact opposite of his brother

he is naturally talented at games, and you often times lose to him

even when you put so much effort that you start moving your entire body with the character on screen Rindou still somehow manages to beat you

he likes teasing and would often times just smirk or straight up grin at you, while looking proud of himself, unlike his casually rested face

and you just know that shit-eating grin is saying "i didn't even try and you still managed to lose"

sometimes he even says it, just to get you even more annoyed

but if he loves something more than making fun of you, that is making fun of his brother

it's truly something that u bond over

Ran absolutely hates it when his little brother and childhood friend team up against him, just to make fun of him after

you and Rindou, definitely, are a great team - you being the attack and overall strength and him being the brains

it works out perfectly

you guys even have a little handshake you do at the end of each match, once you have triumphed and are now solidifying your win over Ran

who is now staring daggers at both of you from his place on the couch

m.list

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mouseymassacre · 2 years

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Please share your invisibill family and childhood headcanons!

THANK YOU ANON. LITERALLY SCREAMING. YOU ARE NOW MY BEST FRIEND. /p /j

content warning for child neglect, ableism, and a dissociation mention. stay safe!!

-> he's a rich kid!! he definitely gives off rich kid vibes. he's also british but hides his accent super well unless he's too tired or too excited to

-> he has 6 siblings! he is right in the middle of them.

-> he's trans! his deadname is clarabelle, and he wasn't allowed to transition until he moved away to fair city to attend villain school.

-> HIS PARENTS SUCK. SO BAD. SO SO BAD. they are the most neglectful pieces of shit i have ever had the displeasure of creating in my dumb brain. because he wasn't an easy child to take care of like his siblings were, his parents developed a disgust for their son. and unfortunately, theres a curse in a lot of dysfunctional households where if the parents hate one of the kids, then the siblings grow to hate that kid as well. source: experience, unfortunately. so his siblings wouldn't play with him, acknowledge him unless they had to, etc

-> he essentially grew up raised by some of the servants of the house. he had no real friends because he was homeschooled because his parents felt like it would tarnish their reputation if invisibill went out in public.

-> so yeah. fuck invisibills parents. the reason he talks in 3rd person a lot is because he was trying to bond with his family over their hatred of him. "invisibill sure does suck! i wish we didn't have to deal with him." yeah it was a dissociation method

-> he got his powers bc he was so alone and wished he was invisible.

-> but hey!! he's better now!! as soon as he was able to, he moved as far away from his family as he could. he ended up in fair city, and started his transition there. a couple years later he went to villain school so he could do something with his life, and thats present day!!

-> now he is a HUGE people pleaser and stuff, but that's another headcanon for another day. yeah he needs attention because he was so incredibly deprived of it and now that he's not living with his parents, he can just ask/beg for it.

-> he's autistic, and it went entirely untreated as a child. no therapy, no diagnosis, no nothing. getting diagnosed as an adult was really really important to him. his parents were some of those bitches who couldnt handle having an autistic child. gross asses. i wish they just. didnt have kids.

-> he grew up not being allowed to stim a lot bc he was told not to. so to compensate he is just a silly little lad now.

-> his dad is one of those dudes who owns like. a really big corporation. his mom is a really famous actress. all of the other children in the house got offered jobs in the company and some even had extensive acting lessons, but invisibill? nothing lol.

-> whenever i actually name all of his family members and shit it is OVER for you bitches. the insanity of an invisibill kinnie.

-> bonus headcanons bc i feel like i need some happy ones to level this. angst fest out. blhg has a really, REALLY sweet family. they essentially take in invisibill as their own. yeah he's their son-in-law bc of blhg but they treat him like he's more than just part of the family via marriage. they genuinely love him so much and like seeing him happy.

-> blhg's mom is a hairdresser!

-> they two of them are super supportive of their son's job. they think it's cool as hell to be a villain. they even provide financial support to the boys when things are kinda hard. in return, blhg and invisibill give them some of their stuff they steal ^^

-> each of them has one big hand! meaning that if they ever met invisibill's parents they'd absolutely wreck their shit. get their ass mom and dad.

ok enough rambling for now but yeah . invisibill my sweet little guy. he is so friend.

#wordgirl #wordgirl pbs #wordgirl headcanons #invisibill #invisibill headcanons #blhg #big left hand guy #invisibill momence bc i love him so much.#lefthandedbill kind of

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mossybank · 3 years

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Baby You're a Haunted House — W. M.

Wanda Maximoff x GN!Reader

Summary: Y/N helps Wanda grieve and gain closure on Pietro's death in their own special way, a perculiar way to flirt in the eyes of others. — au/non-canon accurate timeline

A/N: Baby You're a Haunted House is a song that's been stuck in my head on a loop, and although it was only meant to be a place holder title I've actually become quite fond of it.

semi-proofread

Y/N had been meaning to talk to Wanda for a while, amongst all the chaos of Ultron, they didn't get a proper opportunity to introduce themself; and to do it afterwards, as the girl realised she'd lost her brother, just seemed crass. They thought that maybe now they'd left it too long to introduce themself, coming off as rude and tone deaf for not doing it earlier, but the longer they avoided doing this the worse it would become.

In order to give themself an excuse for waiting so long, Y/N made Wanda a welcome hamper of sorts. They'd scoured the Eastern European aisle at the shop in hopes of finding something Sokovian, hoping it would remind Wanda of what was once her home, but they also feared that would be cruel, they didn't want her to feel anymore homesick than she most likely already did.

Eventually they threw a few things together, mostly sweets and snacks of the sort that they thought she'd enjoy, and anxiously knocked on her door before entering sheepishly.

"Hey, uh, I—" They glanced at Wanda and then at her TV before fixating their gaze to the floor, it was much less intimidating, "I'm not interrupting anything, am I?"

"No, no," Wanda shook her head and paused the TV, the laughing track stopping, "Nothing important."

Y/N knew Wanda would have a Sokovian accent, she was from the country for gods sake, but that didn't stop the tips of their ears from heating up at the sound of it. It was typical, but Y/N simply had a thing for accents, and they hoped Wanda hadn't noticed.

"I wanted to introduce myself, I've know we've met before," Y/N cringed, righting a robotic threat to earth seemed like a bit more than just meeting, "But we haven't met-met... I, um, I brought you a gift!" They held the gift basket out awkwardly, a lopsided smile overtaking their face.

Wanda chuckled quietly at Y/N's antics and shuffled from her position of the edge of her bed, making space for Y/N to sit beside her and patting it. Y/N quickly obliged, placing the gift basket between them.

"I wasn't sure what you'd like so it's a bit of everything."

"Thanks.. No one else has done this for me." Wanda said fondly, looking through the basket with a content expression, "You didn't need to do all this."

Y/N looked down at their hands, and shrugged, "I just wanted to make sure you felt welcomed here and stuff, y'know? I know what it's like to be a new Avenger, it's a lot of change at once so I just want to make sure you're doing okay."

After some small talk, the two decided to watch one of Wanda's sitcoms together. Y/N wasn't too sure what it was called, but they'd definitely ask her later in order to binge it themself.

"We used to have movie nights as a child where we'd only be allowed to speak english to help us learn it," Wanda's expression dropped temporarily, gazing to the side. Y/N followed Wanda's gaze, eyes landing on a framed photo of her and Pietro.

"... I'm sorry." Y/N said hesitantly after a second of silence, "If there's anything I c—"

Wanda's expression caused Y/N to stop talking, she'd clearly heard that phrase repetitively from everyone.

"The only thing you could do to make me feel better would be to bring him back." She said bitterly before looking at Y/N, her sour tone dropping off of the end of the sentence as her eyes met their, "I didn't mean that, I shouldn't... It's not your fault."

Y/N shook their head, cutting Wanda's apology short, "No, no! You have every right to be upset and excited, but.." They trailed off, a moment of debate in their brain, "If you, um, really wanted to see him again, I could try help?"

Wanda raised a brow, frowning slightly as if she thought Y/N was making some sick joke.

"The little ghost army thingie back in Sokovia when we were fighting Ultron? That was me! Uh.. Trying to reach Pietro would take time though.. Usually ghosts follow people around but I haven't seen him.."

Wanda sighed and shook her head, "You don't have to do that for me, you looked exhausted from how you used your powers back there."

"But I'd like too! And it'd be a great bit of training even if it didn't work, I've never been able to summon anyone specific before." They tried to reason, but ultimately they wouldn't do anything without Wanda's permission.

"... I'll think about it."

It was a week later when Wanda next spoke to Y/N regarding their conversation about Pietro, they'd spoke in between but dancing around the topic of a dead brother was difficult work. Eventually, they had to discuss it once more.

"I'm willing to try, but if anything goes wrong, that will be it." Wanda comes to the compromise, presenting her deal to Y/N one morning in the kitchen. Y/N looking at Wanda and nodding, zoning out slightly and taking in her features, only snapping back into reality as boiling liquid came into contact with their hand.

They cursed, almost dropping their mug, foiled by the classic sitcom trope of overpouring your coffee and burning yourself as the result of some stupid crush.

"Oh, Y/N! Are you o—"

"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine!" They reassured, shaking their hand dry, ignoring the sting of the burn, "If you give me an hour, we can try immediately!"

Wanda nodded and promptly left, she longed to truly make sure Y/N was okay but held back,she’d dread to come off too doting this eraly in their relationship. Y/N's shoulders slumped and they let out a breath they didn't know they were holding. They'd barely knew Wanda, whatever they were feeling had to go away soon, it was just unprofessional when their whole thing right now was helping the girl talk to her brother one last time!

The medium was pulled out of their deprecating thoughts by a boisterous chuckle, turning their head, they recognised it to be Thor.

"Ah, young love," The god teased, giving Y/N a firm but well-meaning pat on the back, "Good luck, young Y/N."

Y/N blushed and defensively assured Thor that is was 'nothing like that', but it was clear to everyone else that it absolutely was.

Arriving to their semi-impromptu séance, Y/N gave Wanda a run down on what was going to happen. Usually, when summoning a spirit, Y/N only summoned those already around, but it seemed Pietro had already moved on from this world- it made sense, his death was somewhat honourable and he didn't seem to have any unfinished business or grudges- that just meant Y/N's process would be a little more difficult and required a few more attempts. For a summoning like this, they'd have to temporarily leave the mortal realm, appearing to those around them as unconscious. Luckily for Y/N this was something they were particularly good at, often doing so accidently and getting stuck when their powers first manifested as a child.

Laying down on the floor, Wanda knelt beside them with a soft grip on their hands ready to wake them should something go wrong, Y/N closed their eyes, the last thing they felt before slipping away being Wanda tenderly stroking her thumb across their knuckles.

With a start, Y/N woke up, sitting slowly and looking around their surroundings. Blue, everything was blue here and although usually a tranquil colour, here it was chilling and made everything feel off. Standing up, Y/N thought of a game plan, there was no point wandering around the blue plains of this realm, they'd get nowhere; not that there was anywhere to go or find regardless. The best way to find a spirit was to call out to them, and so that's just what they did.

If they steadied their breathing and kept quiet enough, they could make out distance conversations in hushed tones, they sounded like gibberish to them though— whether they were speaking English or not, they didn't want Y/N to know what was being said, and so that's how it stayed.

Their first few attempts at summoning were futile, each time they'd wake up with a start, taking a surprisingly deep breath and breaking out in a coughing fit, Wanda vigilantly by their side to help them through it, always offering a glass of water or a cough drop.

The pair began to hang out outside of Y/N’s attempts to contact Pietro, by now the two both knew they most likely wouldn’t find his spirit, but neither of them mentioned this, thinking giving up on the summoning would mean they’d stop hanging out. Of course this likely wasn’t the case, but anxieties between the two certainly made it seem so.

One thing the two seemed to bond over a lot was food; it was what Y/N used to introduce themself to her and now Wanda was teaching Y/N a childhood recipe, opening herself up to them. There were little things the two did that everyone on the team seemed to notice except for them; for example, when telling Y/N to stir the food, she place her hands softly over their own to show them how to do it, her touch lingering longer than it should have. Occasionally other avengers would point this out, only being met with blushes by the two of them and various statements of denial, but with those statements of denial came coy but questioning looks from one to another as if to ask if they really meant that.

“It’s always best to try summoning on a full stomach, you never know how long it’s going to take so you should always be in good condition.” Y/N explains, cleaning the plates they’d just used to eat.

“How did you get your powers?” Wanda asked, warily, getting her powers wasn’t the best experience of her life and she’d hate to know something similar had happened to Y/N.

Drying up the plates, Y/N leans against the counter and faces her, “They run in the family.. sort of .. I mean, everyone on my mums side has some kind of fascination with the supernatural, but I’ve by far shown the most power in generations, apparently.”

Hearing that put a smile on Wanda’s face, she was glad it was something that came naturally to Y/N and that they could so easily embrace it.

Done with the washing, Y/N held an arm out for Wanda, her gladly taking it, and the two walked side by side ready for another attempt.

Y/N found themself once again in the place they'd now dubbed their own personal blue hell. They shivered, fiddling with the fraying hem of their sleeves and looked around. It was empty, of course, it always was. Occasionally they'd accidentally summon someone, but sensing that they weren't wanted, they often left quickly.

"Pietro?" Y/N yells, cupping their mouth to try enhance the sound of their voice, it was no use, "Wanda misses you.."

They were yet to find a buzz word to pique the spirits attention.

After a few more minutes of waiting, Y/N sat down, they sighed exaggeratedly,

"Quick bastard, powers probably made him move realms quicker too.." They muttered angrily in defeat, about to begin their process to return back to Wanda.

Just as they closed their eyes, Y/N felt a sudden gush of air pass them, jumping, they looked around. Nothing.

Groaning, Y/N put their head in their hands, at this point they were just being teased.

Another gush of wind went by and Y/N swore.

There was one final gush, stopping when a bright light stood in front of Y/N. It was impossible to make out what, or rather who, it was, no features discernable through the blue light that shone out the figure, so bright Y/N had to cover their eyes.

After a few seconds, Y/N knew they needed to question it, ".. Pietro..?"

The figure moved, tilting its head and trying to speak back, but just like everyone else here, it was distorted and hard to make out.

The longer Y/N looked at the figure, the less it began to shine, features becoming more readable.

Just as its face was finally revealed, Y/N only just catching a glimpse of its face, they awoke back in Wanda's room, the red-head leaning over them with a worried expression.

"Y/N!" She exclaimed, helping them sit up and handing them tissues, it was only then that they realised their nose had been bleeding, "I was so worried." She kept her hands on their shoulders.

Y/N looked at her confused, tilting their head in question.

"I—.. You, you starting shaking and mumbling something, then your nose started bleeding," She looked down nervously, "I've been trying to wake you up for ages, nothing was working.."

She was clearly distressed, her hair a mess from running her hands through it and tears brimming her eyes.

"Wanda..." Y/N pulled the girl into a tight hug, "it's okay, I'm fine," They reassured.

Wanda sniffled and pulled back, "We.. We should stop trying to do this.. I don't want it to hurt you." She says sternly after calming down.

Though disheartened by the comment, Y/N knew it was coming, Wanda’s one condition from the start had been that they stop immediately should something go wrong.

As Wanda and Y/N had feared in their heads, they didn’t seem to speak as much since stopping the seances. It was weird, like something had changed, Y/N would try make conversation with Wanda but she’d only give them a guilty sort of look and make an excuse to leave the interaction.

It started to frustrate Y/N after a while but they didn’t want to push her, they knew they never should of suggested summoning Pietro, it would only bound to cause more heartbreak for the poor girl. Knowing this, they wanted nothing more to fix it; they never wanted to go against Wanda’s wishes, but they were just so close the last time they tried and knew that they couldn’t give up till they succeeded.

A week later, Y/N was content, but clearly exhausted, they would try summon Pietro’s spirit often, thinking that they could surprise Wanda, but they’d gotten so used to trying with her by their side offering comfort that it know became difficult to carry out this ritual alone. By now they'd accepted that perhaps this one spirit was just too far gone to bring back.

Reluctantly, contradictory to their original plan of letting Wanda approach them first, Y/N decided they needed to say something. They refused to go see her empty handed though, they made her an overly extravagant mug of hot chocolate in order to satiate her sweet tooth. Besides, it was much better to talk over a drink.

Opening her door after knocking was awkward, making a mug for themself too, the whip cream and marshmallows piled high, Y/N had no hands free. This caused them to need to do an awkward elbow maneuver with the door handle, the drinks threatening to spill. Wanda gave Y/N a funny look for a second, questioning their difficulty to open the door, before noticing the two mugs in their hands and quickly made her way over to them to take them.

“It’s just the way you like it..!” Y/N says, looking down at the floor and grimacing at where some of the hot chocolate had stained right outside of Wanda’s room; they’d have to remember to clean that up later if a janitor didn't get to it first.

Wanda smiles, humming, she thanks Y/N and puts the drinks down. The two sip on them awkwardly for a minute, unsure of what to talk about without addressing the elephant in the room. The two of them seemed to think alike, breaking the silence in unison,

“I missed you.”

Both seemed shocked by the others words, eyes widening and cheeks dusting a warm hue, before laughing.

Wanda held her hand out for Y/N and they took it, hands resting intertwined on the coffee table, “I’m sorry for avoiding you, I just... seeing you like that.. I felt like it was my fault.”

Guilt pang in Y/N’s chest and they shook their head, giving Wanda’s hand a comforting squeeze, “It’s my fault, I should know my limits, I do know my limits, but I decided to exceed them anyway. I didn’t mean to make you feel bad.”

“Maybe,” Wanda starts, a teasing undertone in her voice which lightens the mood, “You could take me out to apologies?”

The suggestion alone was enough to knock the wind out of Y/N, they did a double take before finally bringing themself to respond, “Like a.. like a date..?”

“If that’s what you want.” God, this girl could be the death of Y/N.

“You know, this whole time I’ve been berating myself in my head for liking you.” Y/N chuckles, letting Wanda in on the secret, knowing from her amused expression that she had been doing the same, “so, its a date then?”

A wide smile spread across their face being able to say that, widening further as Wanda nods in confirmation. This whole time Y/N had thought the only way they’d be able to get to Wanda’s heart was to bring her brother back, that ended up not being the case at all.

They realised when thinking this, zoning out, they’d been staring at Wanda this whole time, who looked back at them with a bright red blush across her face, the sight was almost too adorable for Y/N to handle.

Wanda looked at her and Y/N’s joined hands and then back to their eyes, “Could I.. kiss you?” she asks catching Y/N off guard, “To seal the agreement to our date!” She adds on flustered, the line sounding much smoother in her head than it did aloud.

Y/N didn’t seem to catch the awkwardness in her words, nodding enthusiastically, then toning it down quickly thinking that it was too much, and lent forwards, Wanda doing the same.

They closed their eyes, tilting their head to the side in order to not ruin the moment by accidently bumping noses or heads.

As their lips touched, everything felt just right, it was like electricity and fireworks, like the perfect first kiss every book seemed to describe. It was like a gush of fresh air, and as the two pulled away they gave each other matching coy smiles. Fully invested in each other, it was like nothing else existed around them. Maybe that’s why they failed to notice a new addition to the room.

A fake gagging sounds comes from behind the two, causing them to jump and quickly look for the source of it. Like the realm Y/N had traveled to many times before, this figure was blue, but now in the realm of the living it wasn’t as bright nor did it sound so distorted. It took a second, but the two finally realised what, or rather who, was in Wanda’s room; Pietro.

Wanda gasped, letting go of Y/N’s hand and standing up, hesitantly approaching Pietro who gave her a smug smile. The two looked at each other for a while before going in for a hug, Pietro spinning Wanda around. Y/N’s heart warmed at the sight , though it also frustrated them a bit, if they’d known all it would take to summon him was to get with Wanda, they would have made a move much sooner.

Y/N got up and nervously stood behind Wanda, not wanting to say anything and ruin their reunion. Tears brimmed in Wanda’s eyes, but this time they could tell they were from happiness. She stepped away from Pietro and put a comforting hand on Y/N’s arm.

“So you two are a thing now?” Pietro questions, crossing his arms and giving Y/N the classic look of an over protective brother who would kill them should they hurt Wanda. Looking back at Pietro, Y/N noticed he was still slightly transparent, he wouldn’t be able to keep up a physical form in this realm for long.

Wanda looked down, blinking away her tears and looking back up with a smile on her face, corners of her mouth quivering slightly, “You didn’t see that coming?” She uses Pietro’s catchphrase against him, voice wavering slightly as she does so. Hand still on Y/’N’s arm, she lead them and Pietro back over to the table, the three would have a lot to talk about till Pietro had to leave once again.

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