#couldnt figure out what they were rasping at so i had to go across the street for this one. barefoot. disgusting

[sandhawk]

just saw a juvenile red shouldered hawk get bullied by the local mockingbird population

#shut up kais #bro he is just sitting there #couldnt figure out what they were rasping at so i had to go across the street for this one. barefoot. disgusting #all my shoes were upstairs and if i had gone to get them i wouldnt have seen it!! so sue me

[siriusmydeer]

hii um can i request james potter smut headcannon or blurb thank youu

he likes to be choked

james potter x fem!reader

summary: you give james a new fantasy while in bed.

word count: 1.6k

warnings: SWITCH JAMES POTTER SUPREMACY, SIZE KINK!, mostly sub!james, a tad dom!reader, swearing, mentioned belly bulge kink, blindfolds, choking, male receiving oral, smutty but no penetration

“hey, hey, what’s the rush love?” he rasped delicately into your ear. both of his calloused hands gripping at the small of your back.

even when your were straddling the bespectacled boy, he was still so much bigger than you. you struggled to even hold your self up on his muscular thighs. his whole upper torso towering over your small figure.

both of your tops previously discarded on the floor of the room of requirement, a large four poster king bed on the left side of the room; with a fireplace providing light and heat directly into the room directly behind you. and a couch with a small table closer on the right of the room.

but the only thoughts running through your mind was how small you felt to his large figure. being a seeker on the gryffindor quidditch team required a lot of training and building muscle, and he had all of it.

he loved how he could just toss you onto the bed without difficulty, how he could pick you up and bring you anywhere because you’re size was no match to his, how he could just pin your figure against the lockers in the quidditch locker room and fuck the life out of you till his imprint was showing through your belly.

your hands braced his thick shoulders, leaning up towards his ear you whispered to him. “i want to try something... new.” a smirk gracing the depths of your lips. a look of confused scorned across his face but alas, he agreed. you made your way, hovering your torso of his lap and picking up something off the ground; your... tie?

“and what are you going to do what that?” his voice, hoarse and sexy but a confused tone lingered.

“how about i show you?” you challenged, raising a brow. you and james had previously talked months ago about what your boundaries were for your sex life.... he always said he wanted to be blind folded once or twice, and you wanted to use that to your advantage.

he nodded, his eyebrows furrowed as you leaned up onto the fronts of your caves and covered his saphire irises with your tie. his hands made a firm grip on your waist, you emitted a small giggle while slowly pushing him back against the plush of the comforter.

“shh darling, relax.” you whispered into his ear, kissing it in your wake. you kissed down his chest; slowly, you were teasing and he was letting you get away with it.

at first it was little shades of red splotches, as you progressed down his clenched torso your marks got darker and darker. your nose came in contact with his happy trail, kissing down till your lips almost made contact with the metal button of his dark blue jeans.

your hands smoothed up his thighs, they clenched at the sudden touch. your hands looking so small compared to them. you slowly unravelled the button, and undid the zipper. soon enough your hands were travelling the pants from his thighs, to his calves and pooling at his feet. you fit yourself in the space between his legs, he could cage you between his legs if he wanted too. your face soon enough coming close to his clothed cock. his hardening erection being clearer and clearer the more contact your hands made with his thighs.

you kissed right above the hem of his boxers, pulling them down, slowly, leaving kisses as your progressed down.

“lift up f’me.” you mumbled, his hips immediately rising as your grasped his boxers between your nimble fingers and dragged his boxers towards his feet, making your way back in between his legs.

you’re finger nails dragging up his thigh to the base of his dick. you could hear the hitch in his throat, and the small gasp emitted from his lips when your warm spit coated his tip.

you dragged your hand up and down the base of his cock and your tongue licking a stripe from his the bottom to the top of his cock, your tongue circling the tip. you took a breath of air before wrapping your lips around his girth and slightly hollowing your cheeks.

“ahh fuck- y/n.” he groaned from his throat, his hand immediately gripping the nape of your hair. you took your mouth off of him, “hey- no touching.” you demanded, going back to hollowing your cheeks and sucking with your tongue going lower to his public bone.

he quickly took his hand away from you gripping the bed sheets beside him, wriggling his hips a bit. you tried to avoid your gag reflex, and breathing as much as you could through your nose and you moved your lips around his cock, your hands still maintaining contact pulsing what your couldnt fit into your mouth.

as you continued to a faster pace, his moans grew louder, his breathing deep and heavy. his lower torso muscles were clenching and pulsing in pleasure.

“y/n, please. let me- can i... fuck.” he whimpered your name, his submissive side showing through his actions of asking for permission, so so obedient.

but you weren’t about to let him get away that easily. you took your lips off his girth, his cock layered in your spit and precum dribbling from the tip.

he hissed as your mouth was no longer on him, and the cool air had a sensitive effect on him.

“jamie, darling. c’mon now you know better, use your words.” you taunted.

“mhm.., y/n please.” he plead to you, but it wasn’t enough. if he wanted to finish he had to use his words and ask nicely.

“tsk, tsk. if you’re going to be naughty, and not use your words then the answer is no.” your stroked him as your spoke, denying him. as you denied his request his pleading only continued.

“let me cum, please y/n let me cum down your throat.” he fretted, his body quivering and impatiently waiting for your mouth back on his cock. his tip red and swollen, begging for a release.

“hmm, my darling boy. do you think you deserve it?” tantalizing him, you wanted to see how far he would go, see how much he would beg you before he wanted to take the control again.

“yes! yes- please, i-i’ve been good. please y/n you know i’ve been good!” he was basically yelled at you, telling you how good he was.

“cum for me james.” you let him off easy, and couldve edged him on but you were feeling nice; and with that, your mouth almost torturing his swelled tip, flicking your tongue around it.

you took a final breath and pushed down fully; hollowing your cheeks and moving up and down.

tears welled up, as you tried breathing through your nose and a sequence of stars flashed james vision and you felt his cum shoot white ribbons down your throat. you hand was moving up and down milking out his orgasam.

his thighs were quivering, hands almost ripping the bed sheets below him and his jaw was tight a clenched while groaning. finishing his orgasam, when your brought your mouth off of him he brought his hand ripping the tie off of his eyes, and quickly grabbing you to straddle his lap again.

without thinking, your nimble fingers grasped his throat and his adam’s apple bobbing in your palm. “hey, hey, what’s the rush love?” your derisive tone clear in the room, mocking him from his previous statement earlier.

at first he was confused, your hand around his throat? normally the situation had been reversed. at first it felt really really odd, but then it was like a switch. and it felt really really fucking good.

he wanted you to grasp it harder, and there was a clear look of desperation pouting at you through this sapphire eyes. he never moved your hand, or made any noises of discomfort so you squeezed the sides of his neck harder.

a long groan bubbled from his throat, he threw his head back a bit but his attention brought him back to the present moment and you grasped harder pulling his face closer to yours.

“c’mon jamie, i told you. speak when your spoken too.” your tone firm, an eyebrow raised.

he sent a small eager nod to you before speaking.

“m’sorry...” his eyes facing the bottom for your torso, where his eyes were in direct contact of your kilt.

he was speaking to you almost embarrassed, like he had been caught sneaking cookies before dinner.

you grasped his jaw firm between your hand, squishing his cheeks and forcing his vision into your irises. “s’alright, yeah? jus’wanna hear your pretty voice.” you whispered to him.

you looked in his eyes for a few seconds before a new look plastered his face, almost indescribable. and his eyes showing a flip change in his head.

his calloused hands dug into your side flipping you onto the bed, and just like that you were under his control underneath him.

your figure was no match to his and if he wanted to something, he got it.

you were bewildered at the sudden action, but when you were having your nights together no matter what he never left you unsatisfied.

hovering over your body, as his fingers snapped your underwear against your hip. you squirmed while he went a few millimeters from your ear; the boy who had been completely subbing for you about to completely dominate you.

“yeah angel, but i suppose i wanna hear your pretty voice. m’sorry not your voice- i wanna hear those pretty noises you make f’me.”

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[gingerwritess]

Okay here me out tho. What if reader dies when the twins are given birth. Twins survive but mother’s gone

THIS IS AN AU. A FUCKING U. I JUST COULDNT HELP MYSELF.

ok this has birth, death, knives, mentions of suicide, overall angst

you’ve been warned

ps don’t let me write while i’m on my period oh my go s h was i craving pain or what

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You’re good at giving birth, by this point.

You don’t scream so much anymore, and by the fourth kid, it’s over in a heartbeat with little more than a good punch in the stomach.

The twins don’t cry.

That should’ve been the first sign that something was wrong.

Loki’s a bit more concerned with the fact that they were born blue—he hadn’t even touched them yet.

It’s too quiet in the grand bedroom. A couple healers clean up, washing the silent newborns and choosing to keep quiet about the fact that they’re clearly not aesir, and you sink back into your pillows.

Loki’s staring at his two baby boys.

“You look so surprised,” you whisper, but he doesn’t move—maybe he didn’t hear you. “Every time this happens, you act like you didn’t expect this.”

Still doesn’t move.

You feel empty. Something’s missing; certainly the two children that spent the past nine months in your stomach, but something more.

“Just hoping.”

Loki reaches around the healer washing the last of the two and gently presses his thumb to the ridges on the baby’s forehead.

“I had hoped, with these two.”

It’s a disembodied sensation, and you decide not to answer. There’s no point in answering; he doesn’t get any better. Each child, every time you reassure him of his uniqueness, it only lasts for a couple days.

The hatred is beaten, cut into him. You don’t blame him.

“Why aren’t they crying?”

“They seem to be extremely at peace,” one of the healers quietly answers, wrapping each baby in a snug blanket. “As I’m sure you already felt, your majesty.”

Loki nods and takes the first little bundle, tucking him in the crook of one arm. “I don’t know why. This should be immense stress on them, being thrown into a new world.”

“I can’t tell exactly why either,” the healer smiles, handing Loki the other baby. “But they seem to have found immediate peace with their surroundings.”

“Maybe it’s just...just ‘cause they’re born here,” you yawn, struggling to lift a hand to wave around the room. Your limbs are suddenly impossibly heavy—must just be the exhaustion.

Yes, it’s only the Asgardian air. Maybe your body still adjusting to a new realm—even though it’s been almost three years—or even the waves of divinity starting to be put into place.

Your body hadn’t taken well to the fruit in the first place, trying to vomit immortality right back out of your stomach. Such unnatural gifts, trying to change the course of human nature, trying to alter the cycle of your human life, you can’t reach it without some tribulation.

It’s still wrong, to try and make you live an extra five thousand years.

“I think the apples are working,” you grit out, struggling to sit up and reaching for your newborns. “I don’t feel so connected to my body anymore.”

Loki turns to blink at you, head tilting ever-so-slightly. “That’s...good.”

The healer doesn’t say anything, just keeps her head bowed and slips out the door.

“Does this feel weird to you?” Head suddenly filling with fog, you lower yourself back onto the pillows with a wince. “Why aren’t we ecstatic?”

“I’m overjoyed,” Loki smiles. It looks pained.

He presses a kiss to each of their blue foreheads and hands the twins to you, tucking them securely by your sides before leaning down to meld his lips into yours, a hand cradling your cheek.

They’re beautiful, two beautiful, blue babies, undoubtedly red eyes closed in a peaceful sleep as they breathe softly.

“We got our twins,” you whisper with a smile, gazing down at them before glancing back up at Loki. “We’ve got four kids, my king.”

“And a kingdom to rule.” He shakes his head with a quiet laugh. “I doubt I’ll even manage to have any power within the palace.”

Your laugh morphs into a yawn, throat cracking as your eyes drift shut.

“Wake me up when it’s time to feed them,” you mumble, cradling them closer to your chest. “Can’t keep my eyes open.”

“Sleep, my love.” He presses his lips to yours once more, a truer smile tugging at the corners. “You deserve a lifetime of rest, after all you’ve done.”

Two hours later the twins start squirming, red eyes opening and soft gurgles rousing Loki from his own rest.

“Darling.” He leans over and kisses you, thumb slowly stroking over your cheek. “You’re being summoned.”

You don’t move, and Loki tries again, feeling horrible for having to wake you in the first place. You haven’t slept this well in months.

The heavy wooden door creaks open and two tired pairs of eyes peek in, glittering with excitement.

“Dad?”

“Come meet your brothers,” Loki calls out quietly, a finger to his lips before pointing at your still form and waving his two other kids into the room.

Stumbling over each other to get to the bed first, Frigg prevails and clambers over you with an excited squeal, grinning down at the two little babies between you and Loki.

“Hello, babies,” she whispers in awe, brushing a finger along each of their tiny blue noses. “I’m Frigg. What’re their names, daddy?”

“We haven’t fully decided yet.” Loki picks one of them up with a grin, planting a soft kiss on his cheek before handing him to Elliot. “We’ll choose the names for certain once your mother wakes.”

“They’re blue,” Elliot points out in a hushed voice. “Are they always blue?”

“Born that way and stayed that way, so far.”

“Adorable,” he grins, hugging the baby tight against his chest.

“Can’t mommy wake up already? I want to name them!”

Shushing Frigg with a laugh, Loki places a hand on your shoulder and gently calls out to you.

No response.

Distracted by the babies, Frigg doesn’t see Elliot’s excited expression fall like a stone through water.

“Dad.”

Something is wrong. Something just spilled over, upset the balance in Elliot’s uneasy soul.

Something is very, very wrong, and Loki’s only cradling your cheek and gazing down at your sleeping form in pure adoration.

“Dad,” he repeats, panic starting to tinge the edges of his voice. “Dad, I don’t think she’s okay.”

“She’s just given birth,” Loki reassures his son, but his hand slips to your neck, thumb moving to find your pulse point. “She’s well beyond tired, after what these two did to h—”

His voice dies in his throat.

After what these two did to you? What exactly...did they do to you?

The world goes silent, dull, the golden lights in the room appearing to pulsate.

Elliot’s blinking, a deafening thud of skin on skin and drops clinging to his eyelashes, and Frigg says something he can’t hear.

“Get out.”

His lips moved, sound came out, but Loki can’t hear himself speak.

“Get out, both of you.”

Judging from the way Frigg flinched, he figures he shouted that time.

Loki’s kids scramble to their feet, set the babies back on your bed, and run out the door before he’s realised he’s standing.

You’re cold.

For the first time in the entirety of your life together, you are cold.

“Say something,” he snaps, staring at your body.

A quiet gurgle bubbles from one of the twins’ throats.

“You.”

He knows there’s no point speaking to them. Alive for less than a day, and he’s talking like they understand.

“You killed my wife.”

The twins gaze up at him, red eyes having never shed a tear and blue skin free from any stain.

He just needed to hear it said aloud.

They’re at peace. They found immediate peace with their surroundings.

“You took everything.”

Red eyes blink, tiny blue mouths yawn.

“You took her life, so you could find peace,” he hisses, dropping to his knees. “You split her in two.”

Loki refuses to accept it, but it does make some semblance of sense.

They’re already split, divided in two since the day they were conceived, two different beings trying to fuse together into one.

A half-life thanks to him, further divided when one became two.

These twins needed you, they needed more than your body could provide—only one-fourth of their entire essence actually came from him.

That leaves you to give them every drop of living power your mortal existence could create. Every breath went to them.

Loki swallows thickly, tears freezing over on his skin and shattering with the movement of every muscle.

Every ounce of immortality you’d gained went to them.

He’d tried to extend your life and his children had taken it for themselves.

“You killed my wife,” he whispers again, dragging himself to heavy feet. “You killed my wife. You killed my wife.”

The door swings open and Thor rushes in, the tearstained faces of Elliot and Frigg not daring to peek past the doorway.

Thor stops in his tracks.

Standing over your dead body, his brother is practically chanting, a man possessed as he stares at the two newborn babies bundled on the bed beside you.

“You killed my wife. Y-you killed my wife. You killed my wife. You killed m—”

“Loki.”

His gaze snaps up to meet Thor’s, and a glint of metal in Loki’s hand makes the god lunge forward and tackle him to the ground.

“Let me—”

“NO,” Thor shouts, grabbing the knife from Loki’s hand and hurling it across the room. “You’re not in your right mind, DO NOT KILL THESE CHILDREN—”

“LET ME GO,” Loki nearly screams, thrashing under his grip, fingers scrabbling for his knife again. “LET ME GO, JUST—JUST—”

His voice cracks into incoherent sobs and Frigg runs away from the doorway, having seen and heard plenty.

“Just let me die,” Loki whispers hoarsely, giving one last attempt to throw Thor off of him before going limp on the ground. “I’ve tried so many times. That knife was for me. Just let me die.”

“No.” Thor’s breathing heavily, still pinning Loki’s arms to his sides.

“Please.”

“No,” he repeats, stronger this time. “You have four children who love you. Who need you. You have a kingdom that depends on you, that looks to you as their king.”

“I have no wife,” Loki rasps, starting to struggle again. “I have no love, no wife, no love left in my life—”

“Dad.”

It’s a small voice, timid but sure.

“Please stay.” Elliot crouches by his side, nodding at Thor to release his hold on him. “Now we...we don’t have a mother.”

Loki’s body falls slack, silence fills the room for a moment, then he dissolves into sobs.

Gut-wrenching, soul-crushing sobbing, messy and wet and Elliot grabs him, wrapping his arms around his neck and hugging him tighter than he’s ever been able to before.

“She gave me everything,” Loki chokes, clutching at his son’s shirt. “Everything I have, it’s her’s, I don’t—”

“It’s yours, dad, she gave it to you for a reason. Don’t throw us away. Please.”

“I won’t,” he promises, trying to convince himself, “I won’t.”

Several minutes pass locked in their embrace until Loki takes a shuddering breath and lets go, trying his best to compose himself.

“Don’t hide this,” Elliot whispers, wiping away his tears with the back of his hand. “That’s too much to keep inside.”

Loki nods, gulping in air and shakily letting Thor help him to his feet. “F-Frigg?”

“Ran away when she saw the knife.”

“I’m so sorry,” he whispers in horror. “I’m so sorry. I couldn’t—not them, no, no, me...”

Elliot gives him a sad, ready smile and shrugs. “Might want to tell her that.”

He nods furiously, taking a few unstable steps towards the bed. Next to your body, the two newborn twins are blinking, skin still glowing that bright blue.

And even still, through all that just happened, not a single tear has fallen from those crimson eyes.

They have you.

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Nightmares [loki oneshot]

Pairing: Loki x Reader; Loki x family (angst)

Genre: MAJOR FLUFF AND ANGST

Word Count: Around 2,000 words?

Warning: Starts off with some major angst stuff... I warned you

A/N: I’m off hiatus for a bit, and decided that I would be attempting to continue series and finish up/publish the requests that I got from a lot of people. I apologize for being on hiatus for so long, honestly I wasn’t expecting to be out this long. Anyway, I hope you enjoy the requested oneshot!

Summary: Loki has a nightmare, and goes to the reader to comfort him.

     Loki’s gaze wandered to the fields of flowers, staring at the weeping willow by the small shimmering lake. Seeing the small figures playing around, his eyes glimmered. Running through the grassy fields, his arms extended forward.

     “Mom! Thor! Odin!” Loki yelled, his pace began to quicken as they turned their heads. A sudden rumbling made Loki’s eyes widen, he gazed at his family.

     “Run! Go!” Loki screamed, his family only smiled and turned, unaware of what was going on around them. The ground shook again, knocking Loki off of his feet. He attempted to stand again, but the quaking of the ground underneath him was too strong. Tears pricked Loki’s eyes as he crawled, his family only a few yards from him.

     The world split into two. The giant hole was right behind his family, their panicked expressions made Loki’s stomach turn.

     His father was the first to fall. Loki clenched his jaw tightly, slowly attempting to stand up. He didn’t know why there was a small feeling of regret when his father fell, but he wasn’t as important to him as the two others-- who seemed too horrified to move. His knees were buckling beneath him--but he ignored his aching body.

     His brother and mother began to lose their balance. Loki’s vision was soon clouded, as his breaths began to come uneasy. Leaping outward, he grabbed his mother’s and brother’s hand as they began to fall, holding them as his life depended on it. The veins in his arms popped instantly, a rush of adrenaline coursing through his body as he stared at them.

     “I can’t go…” his brother muttered,“... not like this.” Loki’s arms were trembling, his body slowly starting to slip into the hole. Loki’s mother, Frigga, gazed at him, tears forming in her eyes.

     “Honey. Let us go.” Loki shook his head furiously, biting his lower lip. He soon tasted a metallic fluid but refused to think about anything else.

     “I-I c-can’t,” Loki croaked out. “I’ll lose you. I’ll save you. I can do it.” Loki’s arms burned; his whole body began to feel like it was set ablaze. He couldn’t lose them. They were all he had left in this cruel world-- as much as he refused to believe it, pushing them away every chance he got. The truth was now revealed in the worst case scenario. He closed his eyes, squeezing them shut.

     “Look at me, brother.” His brother rasped, Loki complied. The first thing he saw was his brother’s icy blue eyes, and how they were filled with sorrow. Loki’s never saw that look on his brother’s face.

     They were always filled with hope.

     Joy...

     Happiness...

     Faith...

     “Loki…” his brother trailed on. “I want you to know… that I love you. I really do. I want you to know that--no matter what, I’ll still keep my promise to you. I’ll watch over you, I’ll protect you. But I need you to be strong.” Loki began to wail, he didn’t want to hear the ending, he shook his head frantically.

     “No. Don’t finish it. I don’t want to hear-”

     “Loki. I want you, to let us go. Live your life that you dreamed of Loki, you think I didn’t see the journals you secretly kept in your chambers?

     “Do what you want Loki. Mother, father, and I--we’ll watch over you from above. And when the time is right--we’ll become a family again. But that won’t happen for a very long time.” Loki stared at his brother’s eyes, seeing the small tears drip down.

     His brother didn’t cry. Because he was strong… so the fact that he was now…

     “Loki, sweetie.” His mother interjected, she brought her other hand up to touch his cheek, Loki tilted his head to her hand, feeling the warmth emitting from it. Tears brimmed from the corners of his eyes.

     “You’ll do great things, never forget that. No matter what anyone says, what anyone might do--you trust your own instincts. We’ll be beside you through your journey, and we’ll help you guide you to your happy ending.

     “I love you, my son. But it’s time for your family to go.” Her grip on his hand began to loosen, Loki panicked.

     “NO! You can’t do this to me! I don’t want you to leave! Don’t leave me! I’ll be able to help! We’ll all be safe-”

     “Loki. Ever since you were little, you despised the word ‘goodbye’, so let’s just say we’ll see you later. Far from now. But we’ll see you eventually. Remember that.” His brother said, loosening his grip as well. Loki’s eyes flooded with tears, tightening his grip on their wrists.

     “You’re not leaving me alone! I can’t be alone! I-I-I won’t be able to h-handle it. Who’s going to teach me to do things? Tell me to take risks? Who am I supposed to look to when I-I’m vulnerable. I-I can’t do this. I want to come with you.” Loki blurted.

     “You’ll do remarkable things without us. Good people who care for you will guide you--and you’ll have great allies along the way. Trust me, Loki.” His mother said reassuringly. Her grip loosened more. “I love you.” His brother’s grip loosened as well.

     “Do well, little brother. Remember--there’s nothing you can’t accomplish.”

     Loki’s mind went blank. The ringing in his ears multiplied, uncontrollably shaking.

     They were gone.

     Loki gasped, jolting from his position in the bed. He grabbed an old mirror; his tear-stained face was disgusting. He looked at the mirror again, seeing the little boy with onyx bangs covering his eyes, his smile brighter than the sun itself. And beside him, were his two parents and elder brother, holding hands with one another. He threw the mirror across the room, hearing it shatter against the wall. He grabbed his tunic, squeezing it tightly.

     He couldn’t breathe.

     His hair stuck to his forehead, he scoffed. He hated his onyx hair. It reminded him too much of them. He checked the time, realizing that he wouldn’t be able to get any shut-eye before his day began.

     His feet moved on their own. Making their way off into the bathroom sink, he twisted the handle, watching the water pour into the drain. He cupped his hands, letting the water fill them--the cold temperature making him feel more empty. He brought the water to his face, letting the cold feeling spread. He turned off the sink and ruffled his hair. He looked up, staring at his reflection.

     “Remember--there’s nothing you can’t accomplish.”

     “But I couldn’t save you.” Loki breathed out. “If I was able to accomplish anything, I wouldn’t feel so broken inside. I would’ve been able to save you, to hold you all.” He stared at his reflection, his bottom lip trembling. “I would’ve been able, to tell you all how much I appreciated you. But I was too selfish to admit that I did.”

     “If I could accomplish anything--I should’ve told you all I loved you. Even when I knew I wasn’t going to be able to see you all for a long time. I could’ve even tell them ‘I love you’ back.”

     Staring at the picture frame, he frowned at the old memory.

     “I’ll see you later, mother.” He muttered, leaving his chambers… “because you never liked goodbyes.”

     He blamed himself for his mother’s death, although he hated to admit it. If he wasn’t corrupted in such ways and shown the bloody monster to the staircase-- she would still be alive-- supporting her idiotic son. His mother was someone truly there for him, and someone that would stick along with him while his father would rant about Thor’s excellence.

     He made his way out of his room, his feet moving on their own. He moved through the empty streets of New York, the flashing lights reminding him of his nightmare.

     Slowly trudging up the driveway, he noticed it began to drizzle slightly. Hearing the rain, he smiled and looked up to the sky.

     He paused his movements, letting the rain fall onto his body.

     “Loki! What are you doing?” A voice interrupted his thoughts, one that seemed extremely worried. Loki opened his eyes, face-to-face with a cross figure.

     “What did I tell you about standing in the rain? Get inside for crying out loud!” The figure bickered, pushing Loki into their house. Slamming the door shut, the figure sighed.

     “I have a change of clothes for you, from the last time you were here.” Loki nodded his head, silent. The figure immediately picked this up but decided not to ask right away.

     “I’ll make us a cup of tea while you change-- after, we can talk about it. Is that all right?” The figure asked, cupping Loki’s cheek. Ice cold.

     Loki nodded, grabbing the change of clothes and made his way to the bathroom.

     “Thank you, (Y/N),” Loki whispered, kissing the top of (Y/N)’s forehead. (Y/N) hummed in response, making their way to the kitchen.

     When Loki arrived in the kitchen, (Y/N) had set the kettle down on their dining table, pouring the hot liquid into two teacups. Turning their attention to Loki, they grinned sadly.

     “Have a seat, Loki. I have all night.” Loki nodded and sat in his chair, grasping the teacup gently. Taking a sip of the sweet substance, he stared at (Y/N).

     “I presume you’re here because the incident occurred again?” Loki nodded slowly in response; (Y/N)’s eyes widened, setting his/her cup down on the saucer. Loki stared at the ground, hearing a chair scrape against the floor. Two hands grasped his, making Loki stare at the figure.

     (Y/N) smiled softly, sitting on Loki’s lap. Wrapping his/her arms around Loki’s torso, [s]he buried his/her face in Loki’s neck, inhaling his scent softly. Rubbing his lower back in small, calming circles, they began to hum softly.

     Loki wrapped his arms around her/him as well, listening to their voice. The silence of the atmosphere soothed him, his breathing beginning to get closer.

     (Y/N) removed themselves from Loki minutes later, leading him to their bed.

     Making their way out of the room, Loki grasped his/her hand tightly.

     “Don’t leave me too,” he pleadingly spoke out. (Y/N) inhaled deeply, tucking herself/himself into bed beside Loki.

     “I won’t Loki, you know I won’t.” Loki frowned at (Y/N)’s statement; would she be around him… and for how long?

     Loki wrapped his arms around (Y/N) tightly, his demeanor changed completely when he was down and depressed.

     In the morning, he knew that he would be back to being a sarcastic know-it-all, teasing his lover to the brink of exhaustion; but in moments like this, he knew he could depend on (Y/N).

     (Y/N) knew that Loki was someone who needed a lot of comforts, he had experienced so much as a child, and not to mention his life overall. And (Y/N) wanted to there for him, not out of pity, but as a sign of commitment; that he/she cared for Loki so dearly, that they were willing to embrace Loki’s differences, and help him overcome his demons he had troubles dealing with.

     It wasn’t hard either. Loki didn’t like to converse about it-- unless he was completely distraught, the sheer touch of someone he cared for around him, was enough to comfort him in the toughest times he faced nowadays.

     You stared at Loki’s sleeping figure, sighing to yourself. No matter how much he did, or what he did, you still loved him; even after all the damn things, he put you through.

     Grabbing your phone, you quickly messaged Tony.

[13:02] FYI, I’m going to be with Loki for a while, so don’t send the damn Avengers like you did last time.

[13:10] All right, thanks (Y/N).

     Shutting off your phone, you smiled and cuddled closer next to Loki. You loved him, everything about him made you feel like you were soaring. And you would do anything to make him feel happy and know that he had a place in the world.

     Your eyelids began to drop slowly, losing consciousness.

...

     What you didn’t know-- was that something bigger was about to emerge from the unknown, and test your limits…

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[smashing-teacups]

Dancing Cheek to Cheek, Part 1. Outlander

Rating: T Canon-compliant. Missing scene. Also on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/17741855/chapters/41858816

 Boston December 1948

My body sensed that the baby was stirring several minutes before I heard her. I swam up from the depths of sleep in ebbing waves, dragging heavy limbs across the bedsheets in a stretch. I blinked one eye open, listening. The house was silent for a moment, but then I heard it: the whimpering grunts of a rooting child, not yet crying, but hungry. I was out of bed and moving toward that Siren’s call before the rest of me was fully awake. My breasts were aching, a bit of milk already beginning to stain my nightgown. “I know, Bree. I hear you. I’m coming. Here I come.” I was already slipping my left breast free of the white satin as I stepped through the nursery door. A slant of bright moonlight glowed through the window, illuminating the wriggling form of my newborn daughter. At the sound of my voice, she turned her head instinctively toward me. She had a tiny balled fist in her mouth – a poor substitute for the nourishment she sought. She flailed it unhappily away as I lifted her from the crib, her face crumpling with a series of hitching cries. “Ohh, shh, baby, it’s all right. Shh, shh. No, you’re all right. Mummy’s here, love.” I eased down into the rocking chair and had her latched in the same movement. I was getting better at this; practice really did make perfect. “There we go, shh. It’s all right now.” Bree settled without any further ado to the serious business of eating. The flood of oxytocin hit my bloodstream in the same moment as the near-ecstatic release of the aching engorgement of milk, and I let my head fall back against the chair with a sigh of relief. I lay that way for a long while, eyes closed, listening to the sounds of her grunts and suckles and little hiccuping gasps for breath. As the warm milk hit her belly, she gradually grew gentler, easing into a more steady rhythm. Her little piglet eating noises were punctuated more and more frequently by soft hums of contentment that made my heart clench with unspeakable love. Jamie, my traitor’s heart called for him, eyes turning up to the moon. Jamie, do you see her? She was so like him. I couldn’t even begin to count the ways. Currently, she was doing a very good impression of his habit of eating voraciously and then dropping off to sleep like a stone. As her suckles became more lethargic, I preemptively switched her over to the right breast before she could drift off on me. Thankfully, the stimulation of being moved was enough to rouse her back to her task, at least for a little while. I rubbed a thumb back and forth over the downy peach fuzz of her hair, encouraging her to keep going long enough that I wouldn’t wake up bursting in an hour. She did her due diligence, my sweet girl, before her mouth finally fell open in a milky cupid’s-bow “o.” Her little body arched once, drawing in a deep breath and releasing it in a shuddering, happy sigh, before she went slack and boneless against me. I studied her still, perfect face in the moonlight, finding Jamie in every feature – the slanted eyes, the curve of her mouth, the pink-tipped faun ears. I’d promised that I would stop this... stop seeking him, stop clinging desperately to his memory. I knew I should have put her down in her crib and gone back to bed with Frank. But my fingers were as traitorous as my heart, and they whispered over the back of her head again, tickling the downy wisps of hair, moving in slow circles down toward the base of her neck, until… There. Her tiny lips twitched, then split in a gummy grin. My breath caught in a throat burning with grief. I shifted the baby up to my left shoulder then, needing to hold her to my heart. Closing my eyes on tears, I stood with her and began to pace the small room, bouncing and making shushing noises that were entirely for my own comfort. Before I could second-guess the instinct, a tuneless hum began to vibrate in my chest. The moment I realized what I was doing, I froze in the middle of the room, going quite pale. I didn’t remember much about my own mother, but I remembered that she used to sing to me. It occurred to me, quite suddenly, that I had never sung to Brianna. There was a reason for that. A good one. There were some memories I’d been careful to leave behind me; nerves so raw they would ignite if touched. The thought of singing conjured images of another redheaded baby, and a cold little grave in Paris, and a hauntingly cheerful tune about the seaside. I looked down at Brianna’s sleeping face, blinking back tears. I was her mother, too. Here was my living, breathing child – the only one I would ever have. No matter how much it pained me, I couldn’t deny the deep, primal compulsion to sing to her. For me, if anything. For me, more than for her. I’m not sure where the song came from, to be honest. It was from a film, I knew that much… one I’d seen a long time ago, with Uncle Lamb, in some musty cinema with a projector that skipped. I distinctly recalled the elegant figure of Fred Astaire popping and sputtering in black and white, and being irritated that such a fine musical number should be ruined by incompetent technology. As I clutched Brianna’s downy head to mine, the lyrics to that piece were somehow the first on my lips. Swallowing down the terror and the heartache that had lodged themselves in the back of my throat, I began to rasp out the old familiar tune, swaying my baby across the moonlit nursery. Heaven, I’m in Heaven And my heart beats so that I can hardly speak And I seem to find the happiness I seek When we’re out together, dancing cheek to cheek

#Claire and baby Bree #new motherhood #grieving

[masosade]

Maso’s Escape

Warnings: Contains mentions of torture, lots of blood, mentions of vomit and, obviously, violence

x-x

"Rise and shine! It's another beautiful day to get tortured, you useless bag of shit~" Alice sang as she entered into the dark, musty chamber, which smelled worse every time, she felt.

Unlike her prisoner, she was refreshed and well rested after a peaceful night in cuddling with her sweetheart. It was the first day back in the Grimdark Office after her stay ('VACATION' as Birch insisted stubbornly) at Morayne's Office, which sat quiet and undisturbed most of the time and Alice was ready to return back to business, to start anew with fresh motivation, and that meant taking out the trash first.

She kicked the limp form sitting in its chair to wake it. Its four arms were shackled to the tattered armrests and its feet, bare and bruised despite not having moved in the last months, were bound tightly to the chair's legs.

The figure reacted slowly, first flexing its hands and then lifting its head up at her, like it had just been woken from a nap. Which it wasnt — Alice had made sure Maso had been unable to sleep ever since she caught him.

Sure she could’ve just let Melissa torment him with his own personal nightmares, but nothing felt quite as bad as not being able to sleep. For months.

Any sane human would’ve broken down at that alone. But Alice prided herself in creativity when it came to cruelty, so depriving Maso of his sleep was just one in many tactics she used to utterly break his spirit.

She grabbed a handful of Maso's hair and yanked it back, forcing him to squint up at her.

"Didnt you hear my greeting?" She sneered. "It’s only polite to return it."

His eyes were unfocused, confused, bloodshot. Dark rings circled his lids both where his eyes were and where he used to have an extra pair, which had been self inflicted mutilation. He was a sad, mismatched mutation of two Stanleys brutally fused together under the name of science, and now this pitiful body only housed a broken soul. He was doomed to die alone in misery and Alice couldnt be more pleased.

Pleased because, no matter what he endured, she had suffered far worse at the hands of the god he sacrificed her to back in spring. No matter how he hurt, he had inflicted more pain on both her and her loved one. There was no room for sympathy in Alice’s eyes.

Maso’s gaze finally focused and instead of the look of fear Alice was expected, he simply grinned. It stretched slowly from one side to another, like syrup pooling reluctantly out of its glass.

"Heyyy," he croaked hoarsely. By now his vocal chords had endured torment of its own with his screams and incessant rambles followed by weeks of silence. It was awful to listen to, he sounded like rusty hinges grating on sand.

Alice's glee disappeared and she dropped his head, wiping her hand on her dress in disgust.

"What are you smiling at?" She snapped.

"Eevvvery time I look at you," Maso began, but stopped. He straightened up and flexed his hands again.

"...every time, I think about how funny it was to watch you get your ass kicked by Cipher." He finished, grinning. Impishly. A sure fire way to get Alice pissed and she would’ve smacked him across the mouth earlier, but something had distracted her.

"Whats wrong with your hand?"

"Aww, dont you remember? You cut off four of my fingers last month."

"Yes. Last month.” Alice took one of Maso's hands and pulled it up to examine it closer.

Maso's smile widened, but she didnt notice.

"It’s bleeding. It hasnt scabbed or infected or even healed in any way." The blood oozing out of the dismemembered digits wasn’t black or tainted, it didn’t even smell bad. Even if he had simply rubbing his wounds against the chair to keep it from healing, it would’ve been infected by now, surely changed into a sickly dark brown or worse, pulpy with pus.

Alice looked down and noticed a giant puddle of dark liquid pooling at their feet, soaking into her boots and what remained of Maso’s shredded clothes.

'The blood would explain why its so wet in here but...'

"But thats impossible."

The smile had changed into a big, shit eating smirk.

“If you’ve been bleeding since last month, then that would mean you wouldnt have any blood left by now. You would be a fucking husk, or dead, or—”

Alice stopped. She stared at the hand she was holding up to her face and realized with an onsetting dread that she shouldnt be able to hold his hand this high if it was shackled...to...the...chair.

Maso brought his knee up and kicked her in the stomach. She dropped his hand and stumbled, doubling over in pain. If she had anything in her stomach, she would've lost it but nothing came out as she retched and gasped for breath.

"Oohhh yesss," Maso sang, his voice suddenly a lot stronger and less hoarse than he made it out to be. He got up from his chair and stretched leisurely while Alice heaved at his feet.

"You have no idea how long I've been wanting to do that. Oh, that felt so good!"

Alice turned her head up to look at him and regretted it instantly when he kneed her in the face. A loud cra-ack filled the room and she cried out in surprise and pain as bone shattered.

Maso cackled with utter glee while Alice cradled her broken nose, blood streaming down her face and dripping onto her dress.

"Man, you don't know how often I've fantasized about beating you to a bloody pulp! I thought ol' Jonny was cruel but you give that word a whooole 'nother meaning!" He grabbed her by the hair like she had done earlier and yanked her head up.

"You know, if I were as evil as you, I would drag you the chair and do a little repeat of aaall my memorable sessions," He grinned. "Show you just how well I paid attention to your lessons. That's what they were, weren't they? Lessons to teach the bad boy how wrong he was~"

Alice spat a mouthful of blood at his feet. "Y-you couldn't-" She rasped. "They would find out- you wont get away w-with this--"

"Wanna bet?"

He leaned close and Alice flinched, expecting another hit. But he didn't strike her again, at least not the way she expected.

“Maaybe if they’re distracted..”

Maso smeared his bleeding hand across Alice's face, mixing it with her own. He laughed at her disgusted expression and let go of her hair, letting her crumble down onto the floor, right into the old pool of blood. From up close she realized she had been mistaken. It wasn't blood, or not just blood. She was sitting in water, water ran from the ceilings, from the walls...from Maso's pores.

It churned with unseen forces and the ground seemed to give way underneath her, pulling her down through the opening doorway.

"Calypso says hi," Maso purred.

Alice scrambled for halt, but her arms felt heavy and her mind was filled with paralyzing dread. It felt like it had in her time out in the Void, where she was trapped with the Creature that whispered the most awful things known to the Universe into her thoughts, filling her with despair undescribable for words.

It was coming back to get her, She lay dormant in the depths of the waters now threatening to swallow Alice whole.

The sheer panic couldn't move Alice's muscles as she pleaded for something to give her halt and keep her from sinking back into Calypso's grasp.

Maso smirked and tipped an imaginary hat at her.

"See you later...ooor maybe, see you never again! I wish you endless sufferings in your path~" He taunted and sauntered out of the door, once again leaving her to die at the hands of Calypso.

She tried to scream for help, but found her throat strung shut by the suffocating fear now coursing through her veins.

She was waiting, eagerly and there was nothing Alice could do to break free and save herself from drowning-

Just as her head dipped underneath the surface, something yanked her back, hard to knock what little air she had left out completely.

Alice hacked and coughed, trying to refill her lungs desperately. Still blind in panic, she crawled away from the hole where the water licked at her ankles, ready to drag her back in. But something had changed and only when she had collapsed, shivering, in the corner, did she realize what happened.

The necklace, the one she had made for herself and Melissa only hours prior had warmed up. The blood red gem was glowing, creating a barrier of warmth around Alice as she shivered, knees drawn to her chest. The portal seemed to hiss sinisterly but the tides couldnt reach Alice past the protective bubble and so it retreated, reluctantly, slowly, making sure Alice knew that it was going to try again, and more viciously than before.

Alice watched it retreat, not daring to blink before it had vanished completely. Only once it was gone for good, did she ease. Dizziness replaced the terror she had felt mere seconds earlier and she was just able to call for help before she collapsed, this time unconscious, onto the dirty floor.

#x drabbles #x dont leave me here alone #long post

[blueorchidx]

I have a habit of breaking the things i love D:

I do not own Kuroko no Basuke. Tadatoshi Fujimaki does. If I did, I would’ve given Himuro and Nijimura the panels their friendship deserves.

I do however own Akane. Along with any other and all original characters that are introduced.

I’m sorry! This part was as inevitable, as it was heartbreaking to write. 

So, without further delay...

Enjoy!

- Styxx. 

If anyone asked Akane what she thought of Nijimura Shuzo, she’d respond with ‘bright’. Because he was. Nijumura Shuzo was one of the most genuinely bright and fluffy people she had ever met. Not in the literal sense. Everyone in Teiko knew that he wasn’t a ray of sunshine, and would probably beat the hell out of anyone for even thinking it.  No, Akane knew Shuzo. They were friends after all. She considered them to be best friends. Three years of middle school cemented that thought. They had been through the wars together. Both literally and figuratively. The handful of times Akane broke. When she mentally broke, and felt lost.

He was there. Silent, stable. Never once had he questioned what was wrong. He wasn’t stupid. He knew she’d talk when she needed. She trusted him after all. And having her trust meant giving her space.  

So when she turned up at his home in the middle of the night, half way through their first year, eyes red from crying, looking deathly pale, shaking from the rain water her clothes had soaked in. He pulled her in and sent her to the bathroom to warm up in the shower. Gave her his clothes and waited. Even when his younger siblings hovered over her, concern shining in their young eyes. Even when his mother and father watched from the doorway to his bedroom, eyes remorseful, he hadn’t pushed. When she finally fell asleep, exhaustion taking over, he couldn’t help but feel sad. Sad for his friend, who seemed to have trouble expressing herself.  Despite the pangs of sadness he felt for Akane, he still wouldn’t push.

Nijimura didn’t know how much that meant to her. Not until their second year, when she expressed fear at losing him. Upon reflection, he would realise that Akane was simple. She spoke her mind when necessary, but wouldn’t if that meant showing any sort of weakness. She was the eldest daughter. The older sibling. Akane knew pressure and expectation better than anyone. But so did Shuzo. So when she made him promise to never leave her…part of him broke. Not because he thought he was making an empty promise. But because if there was ever a moment in the future where he would have to leave her, it would hurt her more than anything.

Akane was not stupid. She knew it was stupid of her to make him promise to stick around. She understood that sometimes, things just happened. So towards the end of their third year, shortly after Nijimura retired his captaincy, she tried to ease his concerns. She knew his father was ill, that if he got worse, Shuzo might need to go somewhere she couldn’t follow. She knew he’d feel incredibly guilty. That he would treat her like class and walk on eggshells for as long as possible. But Akane knew it would hurt him just as much. To leave.  

‘’I’ll be okay you know’’ she assured one night. They were in his bedroom, her reading a shounen manga, lying across his bed. He was sitting at his desk, blankly staring at the wall in front of him.  

Turning to face her slowly, he blinked, then frowned. ‘’I know that’’ he grunted, his voice sounded gravely.

‘’We’ll be okay’’ she persisted, sitting up to give him a hard look. Her eyes tearing up slightly at the powerless look he shot at her. She believed they’d be okay. They had to be.

‘’I know’’ he murmured this time, tone softer, more resigned. This time, he got up and sat beside her on his bed. He knew she believed they’d be fine, but he still had his doubts. If he had to say goodbye, he was certain that he’d be the one worse off between them.

Tugging his hand into her lap, she laced their fingers and leaned her head against his shoulder. ‘’It’s okay Shuzo, I get it’’. And she did. She always did. Because as much as he understood her, she understood him. He trusted her just as much as she did him.  Sometimes, she didn’t need to verbally show she was there for him. But there were times he needed to hear things before he got trapped in his own head.

‘’If we ever go our separate ways, we’ll always be friends, we’ll always be together. Because you’re Nijimura and I’m Suzuki’’ she went on. She felt like she was reassuring herself more than she was reassuring him, but he seemed to be taking it, if the tightening of his fingers in her hand was anything to go by.

‘’And we’ll meet again. If fate ever pulls us apart, we’ll meet again, okay?’’ she felt silly, really. She wasn’t naïve, or stupid. But she genuinely didn’t want this friendship to ever end and if she had to come off clingy just this once so that he would know how much he meant to her, she’d do it.

‘’Yeah’’ he rasped. Turning his head to burry in her blueberry smelling hair. She could feel the silent tears, even if she acted like she hadn’t heard his tone of voice.

Sitting there, she just let him. Because Nijimura Shuzo was all parts bright and fluffy. To her, he was the best person she could have hoped to become friends with. For once in their friendship, there was no teasing or taunting, no masking of emotions. Just pure vulnerability.

By the time she left that night, she felt raw and emotionally exhausted.

By the time she left that night, he felt raw and emotionally exhausted.

But by the end of that night, they knew where they stood, and were both willing to fight for their friendship, no matter that happened in the future.

#knb #nijimura shuuzou #nijimura shuzo #oc #original character #kuroko no basuke