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cosmicanemoia · 4 months

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Nobody Like You

Larissa Weems x Reader

Chapter 3

SUMMARY

2 months felt like an age, and even though you've been hoping for Larissa to show up at your door, you didn't expect it to happen now. You can hear her crying and muttering words you can not understand until you open the door.

"You are everything I never thought I needed and more." You heard Larissa say through her sobs.

"I'm such a fool for thinking otherwise. I'm sorry I hurt you and keep hurting you, for doubting you..." Larissa apologised.

You signalled her to come inside and sit on the couch. You offer her a tea, hoping it will calm her a little.

Larissa's tears slowly faded. "I miss you so much my darling. And I- *sighs* I don't know. I'm going crazy without you."

You cannot believe the words you're hearing. You've been thinking of begging her to take you back, but you didn't expect her to be the one to do it.

"Please. I beg of you to take me back." Larissa pleaded.

You are formulating words wanting to say the right thing. You want to take her back of course, but you're still too hurt... too broken, "I want to. I really do." You finally declared.

Larissa is sensing that you're not finished talking, so she urged you to continue, "but?"

"What will happen next? Are we back to our same old routine? Where you doubt me so much we broke up a lot? I don't want to be broken anymore... I'm afraid I'll fade." You continued.

Larissa moved closer, took your hands, and held it closer to her chest. "I'll spend every minute of every day making it up and proving to you that I'm worthy of your love."

You smile slightly at her and take your hand back to put around her body. You hugged her tightly and snuggled your face into the crook of her neck, and inhaled her essence. "You were always worthy, you just won't accept it." You whispered.

Larissa cling to you for dear life.

You both fell asleep on the sofa embracing each other and not wanting to ever let the other go.

It took at least a week before the tension pass, and now you were able to joke about it. And after three months your love for each other only grow and prosper.

(My Love Won't Let You Down by Little Mix)

The sound of slow and soft music echoes through the house.

Larissa's hands are around your upper body while yours are wrapped around her waist tightly.

Your body swayed rhythmically. Even though it's freezing outside. You could only feel each other's warmth.

Larissa hummed the tune of the song. You both throw a kiss on the forehead or on the cheek, or any exposed skin here and there.

-I'LL BE THERE WITH YOU

ANYTIME THAT YOU NEED ME TO-

You locked eyes while closely holding each other, and mouthed the lyrics of the song you were slow dancing to.

-MY LOVE WON'T LET YOU DOWN-

Your foreheads touch, and you can feel each other's breath on each other's lips. When the song ended you passionately kiss each other.

The next morning you woke up with Larissa lying on your chest. You softly caress her head as you smile to yourself. You sigh contendedly.

Larissa looks up from your chest to meet your gaze, "good morning darling."

"Good Morning my love." You replied.

She moves and gives you a good morning kiss.

"Good Morning indeed." You quipped.

She chuckled and kissed your cheeks before she bury her face in your neck.

You stayed cuddled for more than an hour before you both decided to go have breakfast.

The cold wind blows through the afternoon.

You both shift closer to each other and hold hands tighter to get warm. You gaze at the sky as you stroll down the park, and then you look at Larissa, who is already gazing at you.

You grinned and blush. "Enjoying the view?" You asked.

She answered, "I very much am."

You walked some more for a few minutes until you found an empty bench to sit on.

When you sit down, Larissa let go of your hand, but before you could miss the warmth she wraps her hand around you. "Better?" She asked.

You look up at Larissa and she leaned closer so you could kiss. You both hummed at the feeling and from the warmth the kiss emanates. "Best." You answered.

Less than an hour of comfortable silence passed, and you speak, "we should get back home, or else we'll freeze to death."

You look at Larissa and see a smirk plastered on her face. Larissa declares, "I'm already home."

It made you grin widely and blush profusely. "You know what I mean." You replied.

"You're my home too." You declared just before you went into the house.

You sat on the sofa and got comfortable. Larissa sets a hot chocolate in front of you before she sits down beside you. You both snuggle closer to each other.

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Larissa's laughter and shrieks can be heard from afar as you chase her on the shore. She shrieked and laughed some more when you finally caught her.

"You can't run from your destiny honey... it is written in the stars that you-- should apply my sun screen baby." You quipped.

Larissa chuckled, "you're so silly-- and dramatic... I love it."

You went under your umbrella, and Larissa applied sun screen on you... while breathing heavily on your ear.

You gulp and breath deeply. If she plan on getting you all hot and bothered it's definitely working.

"Close your eyes." Larissa commanded.

You look around you and gulped, "here?" You asked.

Larissa nodded to confirm, so you did.

After a minute of closing your eyes, you decide to peek a little, and then you see Larissa running off into the ocean. You chuckled to yourself and shook your head from side to side.

"Darling come on." Larissa shouted as the waves hit her body.

You shouted back as you ran to her, "seriously?"

When you got near to Larissa, she splashed water on your face.

"Oh my god." You try to cover your face with your hands because she keeps splashing on you. When you get closer to her, you lift her up and you let both of your bodies fall into the water.

After more than an hour of playing and swimming in the ocean; you both sat side by side on the shore watching the skyline.

Larissa admired the view and complimented it, "It's so beautiful."

"Indeed." You agreed while your eyes fixated on Larissa's side profile as she glows under the sun.

She moved to look at you, and then she realised what you mean, and it made her blush.

You give her a quick peck on the lips.

You and Larissa watched the sunset. Larissa's hands wrapped around you, and you can feel the warmth of her chest on your back.

It's dark now... and there's nobody else but the two of you. You stand up and begin to strip.

Larissa eyes widen because of your action, "what are you doing?" Larissa stands up and looks around the beach and tries to cover you with her body.

"What do you think I'm doing?" You had a devilish grin on your face, "come on, baby. It's just the two of us now-- plus you know you want to." You ran off into the ocean.

Larissa stripped bare and quickly followed you.

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Larissa regularly receive bouquets with a letter that sometimes consists a poem or something simple such as "I miss you." Or "I love you." She collects these letters, and stores them in her desk drawer, for when she wants to read them again.

Some of these letters are:

Your eyes reminds me of the stars

And when you look at me

I feel as if

I'm the center of the universe

But when you smiled at me

I am humbled and I know

You are the universe

All the music in the world

And your laughter by far

Is my favorite of all

I never once thought of forever

But your embrace made me think

And I thought even forever wouldn't be enough

Can't wait to be blessed

By your presence

My goddess I thank you

For giving me essence

On the other hand, Larissa would leave you little treats to find around the house. Every time you open the fridge or the cabinets, you will find treats that she had left for you.

Sometimes, you would find your favourite ice cream flavour, favourite cookies, or brownies. Rings or necklaces that she thinks you'll really like, and some other things that pits a smile on your face.

Most of the time when Larissa gets home, she has brought you your favourite food from your favourite restaurant. Which made you all giggly, and in turn makes Larissa happy.

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You heard the door open then shut. "Baby you home?" You stood up from the sofa and you see Larissa sauntering to you and smiling.

You hugged each other tightly. "I am now." She answered.

You smile, then you kiss her forehead, down to the tip of her nose, and finally to her lips, which lingers longer than the first two kisses.

You both simultaneously sigh contendedly matched by a smile on your faces.

After having dinner and asking each other about the other's day, you went to clean up. While you wash the dishes, Larissa dries them.

And when you finish washing the dishes, you dry your hands and hug Larissa from behind as she dries the rest of the dishes. She leans and hums in your embrace.

When she finished drying the dishes. You cuddled on the sofa, then binge watch your favourite show. After finishing at least three episodes, you both fall asleep in each other's embrace.

The T.V. that is still playing in the background wakes you up. You reach with your free hand for the remote to turn it off. You softly caress Larissa's back while she lies on top of you to wake her. "Hey, baby, we have to go to bed." You whispered softly.

Larissa hummed.

When you got to bed, Larissa quickly spooned you, and you both quickly fell back to sleep.

Every happy and hurtful moment that Larissa had with you flashed in her mind. How she completely went feral when she dreamed about you cheating on her and how you would tease her about freely now. A tear rolls down her cheek...

"You alright ma'am?" The clerk asked.

"I am," Larissa sniffles. "I think I found the perfect ring to propose my longtime girlfriend with." She added with a smile.

Larissa had realised that there's nobody like you. And she'll always be grateful that you never turn her away, so she thinks she has to marry you.

You never thought you'd want to marry someone or ever be married. So this is a shock and a surprise for you.

"I'll take this one." You said to the clerk as you point to the ring that you think would be perfect for Larissa.

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blueparadis · 2 years

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꒰ NANAMI KENTO + PRAISE KINK ꒱

꒰+꒱ content warnings — afab-reader, explicit smut, teasing, domestic fluff, f!oral,m!oral, m!receiving, blow job, praise kink, Nanami is just tensed, power play, power imbalance,mention of yu haibara.word count — 1k

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“Yu, stay right here and watch carefully!”, Nanami contorted as he spoke before turning and walking towards the end of the corridor. “Just be careful when I'll knock, three times.”, haibara tartly reminded him before he was walking into a freshly sprouted catastrophe.

“yeah, yea- the usual. I know ”, his lazy remark faded with his figure as he turned to face the door of your room.

His breathing was erratic. He was nervous. How could he not? He was visiting your room, on his wedding day. Scandalous, more previously, impulsive but he was getting more and more restless in his room.

And, his beloved seniors, Satoru and Suguru weren't much help. Thanks to his best friend, Yu haibara who kept them busy with handling the guests and took his whiney ass at your doorstep. He exhaled a deep breath before knocking.

“It’s me!”, a husky voice perforated through the door and your friend, Sachiko, who is your bridesmaid shot you a smile before walking up to the door.

You took the moment to wrap a silk bathrobe and as the door opened you saw your fiancé in a plain white shirt and trousers.

“I’ll wait outside!”, Sachiko assured but Nanami was about to protest but she eyed him because she knows you'll be needing privacy for this man.

“Hey!”, he uttered with a grin smothering his face. “Nice weather, isn't it?”. It was raining. You liked it but he seriously couldn't just come up here to say that did he?

Nanami is a man of resolve and ethics and it's astonishing enough to expect a visit even if he joked about this a lot when you talked about the wedding. Just how nervous was he.

“I was bored. Gojo and Geto were eating every cell of my brain. I was about to pluck my hair out but thanks to Yu—

Nothing after that came out through his lips registered in your brain. He was so adorable. You've never seen him like that, senses tensed and drowning in nervousness. So, you couldn't help but kiss him to calm him down.

That worked wonders. He stopped talking but as his eyes bored into yours you muttered, “uh-oh!” and the very lips you kissed curved in crescent pulling you closer.

“Oh my god. What. are. you. doing?”, you wanted to scream at him but that would make things messy. “I was supposed to ask you that.”, he quipped and you hated how he had you under his spell.

You broke free of his embrace and walked up to the mirror. “Well, you were nervous. Now you're not!”, you turned around only to find him sitting on the edge of the bed with confusion lurking underneath his irises.

“Hey? what's wrong? Was it the kiss?”, you crouched as your knees touched the floor to get a good look at your man. He was in shambles and it was turning you on.

Never before in six years of relationship you've seen him this worried. “if it was about the kiss, I'm sorry.”, you rested your palms over his thighs. He was unbothered. “No”, he replied eyes still unable to meet yours. “I missed you. I wanted to see you.” his eyes shifted on you,

“And now, I don't wanna go.” You blinked. Once. Twice. Is he being serious? Or is he just teasing you? You couldn't tell but you'd be a fool to let this opportunity slip because live-in with him came with a lot of sex yet when the wedding bells rang you could have sworn that you hated the petty ceremony that was something like an official declaration of “oh we're just going to fuck eacthother’s brains out before babies pop outta’ me”

Swiping away such thoughts you slid your hands up his thighs as you whispered, “Well, let me help you with that. ’can give you something to occupy your mind.” Before he could put two and two together you unzipped his trousers, sliding down his boxers having his cock in your hand.

The tip was limped, he was turned on. You guessed probably it was his distance for the last few weeks from you that pushed him to think of you, that made him drop a visit today but when you looked up you noticed his eyes were on you, on your glistening skin, the perked nipples.

Without a word, you took his member in your mouth. At first, you gave a few broad sucks over his girthy cock, and when you heard his moans taking a glance you started to suck the tip like a lollipop. He was throwing back his head with the hem of his shirt tucked between his teeth, hands gripping the bed sheets because you picked up a little speed.

You pulled away, strings of saliva coating his tip and it leaked a little bit of pre. His hand was about to do the rest since he is trying his best to have you on his lap to fuck you witless but started to pump his cock steadily as you sat beside him.

Kento didn't want to curse you, especially on his wedding day but you were pressing his buttons. He kept groaning, trying his best to suppress his moans but eventually gave in as his lips crashed onto yours. It tasted of sheer hunger for you and desperation to devour you.

And you reverted with the same intensity as you gave his hard cock a few more strokes. white spurts leaked a little feel on the floor. "Ah fuck", Nanami blurted out loudly. He hadn't felt that in a while, the euphoric high whenever he's inside you.

You cupped his face gaining his attention mustering up all the courage to say, "Good boy!" and that ticked off his patience. He let out a throaty chuckle and leaned closed to your ears, "Oh dear! how the tables have turned", making you smile.

Before leaving your room he remarks, "You're going to pay for the stunt you just pulled baby"

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silvergolddraco28 · 27 days

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LMK x Hazbin Hotel- part 10- Stone vs Radio

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Wukong blinked as they appeared at the gates of the rather massive yet slightly run-down hotel where a demon dressed in deep red and black with deer-like traits stood at the gate holding a cane in the crook of his arm that was topped by an old-fashioned microphone. Wukong made a face at the scent that came from the demon. “How does she not smell the decay and rot coming from him?” Wukong deadpanned.

“Ignore it like the sweet Angel my little girl is.” Lucifer praised, not even he could fathom how such a monstrosity could latch onto his faithful daughter.

“Alastor what the actual fuck?!” Vaggie stormed already brandishing her weapon. Though the demon oddly had his back turned to them. “Charlie’s done nothing but sing your praises whilst you go out of your way to prove your the exact scum this hotel doesn’t need-” Vaggie was cut off by a burst of loud radio static coming from the microphone cane.

The demon’s head snapped all the way round as he finally met the small group. “Well! Well! Well! I see my little message was received hm?” His head cocked at an angle whilst the rest of his lower half still faced the hotel. “Now let me in~.” The demon sing-songed but there was malice laced with his words.

“No,” Wukong replied calmly but with a firm finality. “I don't trust someone that has eaten younglings to gain more power and enjoys consuming flesh for its taste instead of necessity from lack of proper food.” Wukong bluntly replied. “I might let you back in if you can beat me in a fair fight. Hand to hand and a single weapon of choice. I can even provide a spell that will make the area of the fight a null void with Lucifer acting as the provider for the magic to the spell, the spell will cut off the area from outside magic and simply leave us with any abilities that are unable to be suppressed due to their nature.” Wukong replied.

The radio demon was silent as he regarded the monkey demon. His eyes narrowed in recognition as the everlasting smile imprinted, tightened. “I don’t believe you have the authority here. Monkey.” The radio demon replied, eerily calm.

Vaggie really should condone any fighting unless it was in defense of the hotel but… this was? Surely…? She could already see Charlie’s disapproving gaze of such a method but what could be done? After all, if Alastor were to back out it would pose questions on his… intentions. As if they were not dubious enough.

“Seems fair to me unless you’re a fat fucking chicken, THEEEEN Wukong here automatically wins!” Lucifer decreed.

“I'm one of the Seven Demon Kings, Bucko. I’d give Lucifer a run for his money in combat.” Wukong stated pulling the bluff from what he currently gathered about the world.

The smile on the radio demon surprisingly relaxed, if anyone was looking closely to see. “Is that so monkey?” Alastor leered, voice distorting laced with an undertone of amusement. His body snapped, spinning fully to face them as he now approached growing in size. Whether or not the primitive fool was telling the truth a gloss over his statue the radio demon could gather he was no stranger to combat. There was more he needed to discover about this creature. But he needed to play his cards right, though the ape had pissed him off greatly.

“Why heavens me! It would be primitive to combat a fellow lord now wouldn’t it? Such an improper custom.~” Alastor sing-songed. “It would seem we have started off on the wrong footing. Monkey.~”

“No, I want to see how the competition has grown since my last visit to Lucifer’s Realm. Surely you can indulge me in that much.” Wukong countered. “Fighting shows me the potential and how the rest of the realm would measure up,” Wukong stated, not bothering to correct Alastor on what to call him. ‘From his intellect, he would know exactly who i am if he heard my full title. He looks like someone who would read foreign literature.’ Wukong deduced.

“Primitive as always monkey.” Alastor quipped, though…he supposed he did have rage to unleash. And what better way than to directly inflict pain on the source of his current problems? “And once I win?”

“We go the fuck home.” Vaggie barked

“I loosen that leash you have.” Wukong replied, his eyes glowing a fiery golden color as he looked over Alastor’s form. Wukong held out a hand as a bamboo scroll appeared in his grasp with a small crimson and gold ‘stick’ inside of it. “This is the spell for the null void.” Wukong stated handing it to Lucifer hiding a smirk as his suspicion of the male being able to lift his staff was confirmed. Wukong then held his other hand out of the ground, slowly the ground began to shift and split apart as a crystal staff rose from the very earth with Wukong spinning it in his hand to test the weight once it was fully out. “This is my weapon of choice.”

Alastor stood still. Once narrowed eyes in mockery slowly widened. ‘Primitive fool and a fucking liar… Yet…’ Doubt weaved into his decrepit skin as the radio demon prickled at the sensation. He could feel the scorching eyes of the king that stood before him. ‘He knew. And he could see his shackles too.’

“I… believe you’re mistaken.” The demon lost his composure as his voice came out more rasp then intended, the smile he wore breaking ever so slightly. He warned with his growing eyes for the king to say no more. Whatever he knew he did not need the other two catching on. Was it desperation? Alastor chose to ignore but the slither of freedom had prevented itself. He had to take it. What other chance did he have?

“Sweet!” Lucifer’s overly confident voice cut through momentarily distracting Alastor as he watched the man eagerly take the scroll. “Fancy little thing too!”

“Your weapon then?” Lucifer pointedly turned to the radio demon who spun the cane he was commonly known for. “Now I want a good clean fight boys! Dazzle Maggie and I! Put on a show like your life depends on it!” Lucifer commanded.

‘Oh, the fool had no idea.’ Alastor mussed.

“I will knock you upside the head with my staff if you get her name wrong one more time. Her name is Vaggie!” Wukong stated to Lucifer the fiery gold in his eyes vanished.

“Like it’ll hurt!” Lucifer scoffed but he would rather not be bonked by the stone monkey. After all, they were just starting to bond! “Okay! Okay! Monkey man, mag- I UH MEAN TO SAY Vaggie. My dear Vagatha.” The demon king nodded. “I should write this down.” He murmured more to himself.

Vaggie looked about ready to throw the towel in just wanting to get back to Charlie but the gesture from Wukong was appreciated. The demand for respect and to be taken seriously was…nice. It was certainly a change from the attitude of the hotel.

The golden monkey rolled his eyes. “You can head inside to your mate Vaggie. This might become a bit messy and isn't something a youngling should be watching even with your experience as a warrior.” Wukong told the woman.

“Don’t you roll your eyes at me monkey man!!!” Lucifer half scolded but descended into a fits of laughter. What exactly was so amusing was beyond the rest.

He took several steps away from Lucifer and Vaggie to make space for the fight. “Word of warning, hope you don't mind the heat of a volcano.” Wukong cryptically stated.

“Do as you please simian. I don’t see why we can’t have our fun hm?” Alastor replied though there was a clear shift in his stance.

Vaggie blinked, surprised he could even guess so easily despite showing no action. He really was in a league of his own… or he was just being considerate too. She seemed torn between staying as ordered. She too had witnessed horror from her many previous battles but such a sight she no doubt had wanted to leave in the past. Whatever these two would enact she did not really want to be part unless needed. “Should assistance be required at any moment I would be honored to be of aide Mr. King sir.” She turned to Wukong with a sincere and grateful nod, before taking her leave.

“BYEEEE M- V-VAGGIEEE! SAY HI TO MY BABY GIRL! Can I say the spell now- I wanna see some ACTION! PIZAZZ! Ya know? The fun stuff!” Lucifer moaned once he’d waved the militant demon off. He scowled at Alastor while casually inspecting the spell scroll. “Looks like our resident chicken legs over here FINALLY found the fucking nerve to fight! What’ll become of these two demons battling it out for the utmost control? Staaaaayy tuned folks!” Lucifer’s voice seemed to project to an obnoxious volume as if it were all a spectacle.

Wukong snorted at Lucifer’s excitement. “Go ahead. Simply untie the ribbon and have a clear mind of the boundary. The scroll will do the rest.” ‘Looks like my truest form will be let out.’ Wukong thought to himself.

“Ohohohoho!” Lucifer gleefully beamed at the scroll within his grasp stroking the ribbon as well as the Intricate patterns and designs. “By the way, announcing is a MUST! It’s my very being! Ya know kinda my thing anyway. I’m gonna fucking enjoy this.” The demon grinned.

Alastor twitched. He would kill this man before they would even start. But unfortunately Satan himself would have to wait too. ‘Pity.’ Alastor thought to himself itching to decapitate the bumbling blond idiot.

“Well then.” Lucifer coughed, making a point to take his sweet time unwrapping the ribbon. “Now wait just a minute folks! Any final words from our SPONSOR?” A miniature duck appeared, clearly crafted by the man himself. He feigned listening to the inanimate creation before regarding the two. “May the best fucker win.” Lucifer bellowed with a demonic undertone showing off his sharp shark like teeth. The ribbon came undone and dissolved into dark purple sparks.

A large white circle glowing with runes followed by a second circle surrounded the two as a transparent white dome lifted up and closed above the two before turning a fiery red then black as every scrap of magic inside of the dome was promptly nullified. Wukong took a deep single breath as his body began to dry out and crack like weak clay as chunks fell off revealing his actual stone flesh veined with thin golden arcane lines between the copper-gold ‘fur’ that ‘grew’ in cover the ‘skin’. The air around him was as hot as an active volcano from the very heat he was generating with each pulse of his heart. He smirked before racing forward with nearly inhuman speed. ‘No holding back.’

“AAAAAAND WOULD YA BELIEVE IT FOLKS! Turns out our very own resident stone monkey is… you FUCKING guessed it! MADE OF STONE?! A little on the nose there but a fun surprise for the viewers! And here he prepares for the attack!”

The radio demon stood eerily still. Ears twitching at the sheer velocity of speed the stone monkey exceeded. The heat grew, scorchingly as the distance closed between them. ‘No incantations? No magic? No problem. It had been a while since I had fought so… Crass yet so be it if it meant putting that primate in its place.’ With the speed the monkey had Alastor matched him in evasion. Limbs contorting as he separated the distance nimble on his feet as he continued to observe his opponent with a haunting smile.

“Your fast. But I'm much faster.” Wukong grinned as he comteley let loose ‘disappearing’ before reappearing right behind the radio demon swinging out his staff with inhuman speed completely abandoning the need to even restrain himself to human standards.

“We’ll see about that. Monkey.” The demon quipped. He was a deer demon after all. Before one of the iconic radio host. Skittish were what they were known for. Searching for danger at the slightest sound, a shifting change of wind, a whiff of an unknown smell.

“YIKES IT SEEMS OLD RADIO HEAD ALREADY LET HIS GUARD DOWN?!” Lucifer called out his eyes just barely keeping up with the speed Wukong was going at and still the pace was increasing to such a degree he might have to allow his eyes to go full demon just to keep up.

The radio demon knew he would not evade the wielded weapon. Not in time. Though he cushioned the blow as his form changed. Such a thunderous slam shook the dome’s very core. Hell, even Lucifer could feel its stark vibrations from where he was. He took the opportunity to slide into the shadows of the staff breaking free of the weapon as he stood. Though clear, the attack had left its mark. It was mere child’s play. And insulting. “Cute.” Alastor retorted as his eyes grew protruding dials. The pungent smell leaching from him earlier became stronger. Sickeningly so as he grew in size reeking of those once his meal. Not giving the monkey a recovery as he bolted in a deranged crawl closing their distance.

“Oh, are you trying to be a demented spider?” Wukong taunted waiting for the attack as the heat from his body grew even more as he got even more pumped burning away at the clothing leaving him bare and revealing he actually didn't have a gender at all at least in his truest form.

“Now, now simian. Don’t hold back.” Alastor teased, his voice distorting incredibly, enthralled with every punch.

“I’ve beaten much bigger and creepier demons than you.” Wukong stated as he stopped the claw coming to his face with two fingers before slamming his other fist into the hand hearing many bones breaking from the force.

‘Such power….’ His large dialed eyes began to swivel as his form vibrated as some sort of static. With every hit he took from the simian more appendages sprouted from different angles each lunging and evading for the stone monkey. ‘He would not be bested by a primate. Though he would bide his time.’

“Well- this just got REAL FUCKING WEIRD and kinda hot. In a respectable kinda way amiright folks?!” Lucifer seemed to watch in both disgust and yet morbid curiosity.

Wukong’s eyes had taken a slitted form much similar to a cat’s or snake’s eyes while his tail waved behind him, golden fire escaping his lips the heat having expanded to envelop the entire dome, slowly melting away at the ground making it bubble and boil like a thick molasses that didn't stop Wukong’s movements while his attacks began to leave serious burns and deep marks that were burned black from his obsidian claws ripping out swaths of flesh and cutting off extra arms with ease and grace of someone performing a deadly dance.

"Now that's more like it."vThe radio demon encouraged, seeming to join in the hellish dance as the heat began to spread throughout the battle space. The deer demon continued to evade and slash with daggered attacks when there were openings. The more the warrior cut off the hellish form the more fearsome it began to arise. The demon did have to admit however- The flames emitting from the warrior stung. He could not deny this surprised him greatly. "You wound me holding back, Monkey." Alastor roared, the grotesque smell of decay increasing tenfold and so too did the initially quiet screams being emitted from the appendages cut. The howls of the lost souls echoing across the dome as former lords and ladies cried out to a fruitless savior.

"TALK ABOUT TURNING UP THE HEAT! Monkey brings out the flames scorching his opponent! Dear ol radio boy is holding his own but for how long for? Will this be the end for radio as we know it or does he have another trick up his sleeve folks?!" Lucifer cried, announcing from above for a better view. "FUCK that smells awful." The demon practically gagged, even from his birds eye view the heat and smell -heavens above- were potent!

Wukong took in a deep breath before bright golden colored flames covered his entire body being released from the small golden veins spread throughout his ‘skin’. The flames quickly spread to the boiling ground and ignited everything in a massive ball of golden fire kept isolated in the dome.

"Child's play." Alastor spat. Though the feigned bravado tithered. Regardless of his poor methods of combat- he could not lose. ‘The cost was far too great.’ The screams of the lost souls were piercing as the radio demon began to grow tenfold. The harsh static clashing against the flames attempting to repel the areas not already covered. Though the demon remained fixed, his appendages warped by shadow as distorted body parts flung in rage appearing from all directions to latch onto the monkey. ‘He just needed one good touch to pull him under.’

“You’ve never had to deal with Divine Flames have you?” Wukong drawled as the first limb that came towards him was reduced to rich brown dirt with grass growing from said dirt unbothered by the heat or the golden flames that became a soft earthy transparent green around the plant.

Alastor blinked. His dislocated yet crudely balanced head became still as he watched his appendage fizzle away. Reduced to nothing until life sprouted from its ashes. The dome was silent.

Even as a former angel himself, Lucifer could not begin to describe what he had seen. He recognised the power. He could feel the familiar energy entwined within his own being, however… In the short time he had known the radio demon -greatly disliking him for swindling his way into his daughter’s favor- the former angel pitied the scene before him. There was a reason a hierarchy existed in the first place. Alastor would soon learn why. No amount of souls garnished and fed onto a silver platter could ever compare with those who sat at the top unscathed. Plus this battle showed the ease Wukong was having against the deer demon.

Wukong simply spun his crystal staff now coated in the same golden flames that became transparent over the pure crystal. The flame-covered weapon cut through each mangled limb reducing them to dirt just like the first with grass and flowers sprouting up with more transparent green flames mingling with the golden flames.

"Well shit folks this looks like this fight took a turn for the very worst for ol’ Radio face." Lucifer's booming voice cutting through whatever foolproof plan the trapped demon had been concocting.

The radio demon let out an indescribable cry of both rage along with entire disbelief watching as the pain rose from his severed appendages before his eyes. He tore away from the remaining limbs trapped under the weight of the blaze as he feebly wrapped into the shadows. Creating distance between the two. He needed to heal- The searing pain from the staff alone sent him down. Any attempt at regeneration was futile only met with the harsh golden flames preventing any further progress. Why couldn't he regenerate?! What the fuck was this power?

“Yield. Those flames will not stop until every last bit of unnatural energy has been purged clean from your body.” Wukong advised as he stood crouch atop the crystal staff like a cat.

"I'll kill you where you stand. Ape." The radio demon roared. His unnatural form convulsing and dislocating at every step to be rid of the relentless flames of which continued to burn. ‘He just needed to reach him. If he could just reach him and consume his flesh whole-’ Though every attempt at an attack was futile, never reaching the celestial primate as he writhed in feral anguish.

"Just throw in the towel would ya? Yeesh you're making it harder than it needs to be." Lucifer cringed, covering his poor ducky's eyes. Not that the demon didn't deserve this, after everything he had put sinners and ones in power through. Perhaps Alastor would finally learn his place.It was never meant to be amongst those on top.

“You will die before you can touch me and seeing as I am holding back the most violent flames that want to purge your very soul of all that toxic junk you can say you’ll end up fertilizer before you can blink.” Wukong deadpanned.

"Just give it a rest will ya?" The king of hell sighed. Clearly there would be no end with the behavior displayed from the demon. "All you gotta do is plead mercy." As much as he would like to see the sinner's corpse splattered adorned in the prettiest of insulting petals, Charlie came to mind as he continued to watch. Would she understand if the demon met his End?

"Never… NEVER!" Alastor shrilled. His distorted cords barely audible above the sounds of the frantic static he displayed. "I HAVE A CHANCE AT FREEDOM! IT CALLS ME! I WILL NOT BE BESTED BY AN APE!" With every attempt at reaching the monkey he fell, breaking away into nothing.

Wukong gave him a sad look. “So be it… Little Fawn.”

The dialls in the demon's eyes swiveled. Taking the celestial primate in, for all he was worth. A look he despised more than anything was pity. ‘Pity aimed at him no less was degrading.’ It was one he had not seen… in a long, long time. Past the dome he could see Lucifer, the former angel bore the same wretched expression. He had been too callous. Desperate dials swiveled in sheer panic but the demon could realize he indeed was bested. What match was he against heavenly power? He only held a fraction of his true potential. The rest sealed far beyond the dome, in the clutches of another. ‘Could he accept dying at the hands of a celestial before his true prime?’

"Oh for the love of-" Lucifer groaned knowing he would inevitably have to intervene for Charlie's sake. "Alright, radio-"

‘No... NO- NO! IF HE WAS GOING OUT THEN IT WAS GOING TO BE BY HIS OWN TERMS AND VIOLATION!’ Alastor’s mind screamed. "I yield."

“…You may not like what you turn out as at this point, Little Fawn.” Wukong sighed as the barrier broke and magic flooded back in warping and changing Alastor as he became smaller and smaller.

‘Again with that inferior name.’ Alastor would've seethed though the pain accompanied by the blazing flames was far too great. Whatever the celestial uttered fell on deaf ears. The screams of the lost souls entwining with his own soon took over just as it equally faded to static silence. Leaving whatever mercy they spared in a pile of ashes.

Wukong sighed while his body returned to flesh and blood covered up with a simple gold tunic and loose dark red pants. “And now we have a baby deer.” Wukong stated as he looked over the young fawn before him that was probably no older than four or five with a much paler red coloring and missing any clothing sitting in the pile of ashes.

"Hohoolllyyyyyy shit!" Lucifer choked as he descended. "ANNNNND THAT'S ALL FOLKS! WHAT A FUCKING FIGHT THAT WAS! Unsurprisingly my heavenly counterpart DESTROYED the competition. STAY TUNED TILLLLL NEXT TIME! Round 2 starts whenever this guy grows the fuck up I guess. Which is never." The demon deadpanned before properly taking in the sight. Large infant eyes regarded them both. "I'm gonna kick him."

“Nope! You are not doing anything.” Wukong stated as he gently picked up the little fawn getting little bleeps of a young fawn calling it's mother from the now ex-overlord. "Fiiine have it your way." The former angel playfully sighed. Would it have been morally right? No. But did the demon deserve it? Without a doubt.

He quickly covered the young one in a comfortable and warm set of pale red and gold accented tunic and pants. “This was the side effect I was talking about.” Wukong sighed, prepared to be bombarded with questions by Lucifer.

"Yeesh! No kidding." The demon regarded the crazed killer now just...a simple child. "So what is this- permanent? Does he even remember anything?*" Lucifer eyed the little fawn with both disdain and curiosity. The added tunic and pants weren't helping in its case. Given what this little creature formerly was, it was both horrifying and adorable.

“It's permanent. He will basically be forced to grow back up. It's part of my domain for being a Life and Nature God. I can't kill a soul, but I can purge it of any darkness to the point they basically regress to a simpler age to relearn everything from the ground up with some basics.” Wukong replied with a blush crossing his face. “The only souls I can truly kill are ones that are little more than mindless beasts without a scrap of humanity or morality left in them. The regression can be anywhere between one and four years old since that's where most younglings tend to observe their parents or caretaker and start building habits from observations.If the souls are under contract, then they would have been automatically transferred to you or Husk since Alastor is far too young to be making and holding onto contracts, even ones Alastor is under would be made void since he is no longer a mature adult soul.” Wukong rambled before he stopped blushing a bit darker at the unintentional info dump before looking up as Husk came flying down with Charlie running behind him.

“Well fuck me." Lucifer murmured, pretty astonished by this revelation. Before immediately clamping his mouth. He never particularly liked the use of colorful language amongst children. In the state they were in, they were the purest of souls. Regardless of nature. Angel? Demons? Mortal? All alike were pure. Perhaps heaven's influence had never really faded. He had enforced the very rules whilst raising his sweet Charl. And as Wukong rightfully said, their behaviors and response to information were all taught and learnt from the environment around them including those within that space. It certainly did put his mind at ease hearing this news. Better than watching their backs for a murderous 5 year old hellbent on revenge. The king of demons continued to listen eagerly to the ramblings of the monkey, captivated by every word. Ugh.. Souls were always such a bother to keep. Too many to keep track of, they weren't always the talkative type either. In all honesty it had been a while since Lucifer was even amongst company his social skills despite all his bravado were next to nothing. Maybe he could interest them in his craft! Not that any trapped soul could refuse. He was Lucifer Morningstar, after all. "H-Hang on just a tic! The bellhop here had SOULS! Lords of power..surely this means...-" ‘Heavens above… If those former sinners roamed free.-’

“Dead. Ended. Faded. They were far too gone and intermingled with that toxic magic for there to be anything left to save. Mihou is far more delicate with extracting souls of the dead from that kind of fate but unfortunately, I don’t have the finesse like he does. If any of the consumed souls had a shred of light left they would have appeared as a baby.” Wukong replied.

Lucifer nodded, taking all the additional information in. It certainly was a way to go out… And under a child no less? No doubt feathers would have been ruffled from such a degrading act. Though it couldn't be helped. "Wait- Who's Mihoo?" The demon asked before Wukong's second statement sent him reeling. "Fuuuuu-dge. Fudge. That little guy was under contract?! OHOHOHO I'm SO holding that over him when he grows!" Noticing his baby girl making her way towards them he frantically began waving.

“My Shadow General and my once mate... Before he met his first life’s end in an unfair fight against me…” Wukong replied, his ears falling down in deep sadness and guilt that swam in his eyes. “I can tell you the full story in private away from the younglings. Better for you to be aware of my mistakes than to be left in the dark about them, Lucifer.” Wukong added as Charlie exited the gates panting hard with Husk landing beside her. Wukong could sense that Husk was much stronger than before. ‘Ah, the contracts must have finished settling in him then. Might have to ask him to join me in spars to help him regulate his strength once again.’ Wukong thought to himself.

A saddened look seemed to cross the demon’s gaze hearing the celestial talk about his ‘once mate.’ He knew the feeling all too well as his own thoughts traveled back towards what he too had lost. The ring on his finger seemed to burn as a stark reminder as he began to twist it absentmindedly. “Hey, we’re all fuck ups down here. It’s what I’m known for especially.” Lucifer muttered with a bittersweet smile, his usual blazed confidence extinguished, leaving in its place a weakling flame the reigning king opened for Wukong to see. At Least with him he felt he could show those cracks. He wasn’t sure entirely why yet hearing a part of the monkey’s story was comforting. “I’d offer you a drink but you don’t seem like the type to wallow away in your sorrows. Offer stands though.” Lucifer winked. He was definitely intrigued as the inevitable story times shared could wait. The demon continued to beam, listening to the array of questions from his dear beloved. “CHARLIE! BABY! YOU SHOULD’VE SEEN IT LIVE! IT WAS-“ Lucifer clamped his mouth casting a glance towards the infant, before he abruptly lowered his tone with a comedic cough as Charlie used the interruption to call him out.

“Dad! What in the seven rings happened out here?!” Charlie nearly screamed as she pulled out her phone showing clips of a live stream of the fight with Lucifer watching the fight of a demonic deer against a flaming stone monkey. The only real sound was from Lucifer’s commentary nothing else could be picked up except the sounds of the fight and any bestial sounds. “This is practically viral all over the Hellnet! Why are they fighting?! Why is Mr King covered in flames?! Is that a Baby?” Charlie rapidly asked only for her eyes to land on the dozing deer toddler in Wukong’s arms.

“Fudging nuts! But yeah what the monkey said. So now we have this!” Presenting the infant fawn with jazz hands. While Charlie blinked at the cranky fawn that was swiftly handed back to Wukong when the baby began to tear up, hiding their little face in Wukong’s neck with their ears flat, a cute little tail on their bottom flicked down in distress. “Isn’t he just the cutest little ex-murderer ever?!” Lucifer pouted whilst making a face at the cranky demon child.

“Part of my powers is to purge toxic and unhealthy magics from the soul of a being, Ms. Morningstar. The process ends up causing the soul in question to basically regress to a younger age to relearn everything about the world from the ground up. Any contracts Alastor held or was under have either been given to Husk as he was the closest and must familiar to handle Alastor’s contract besides Lucifer while any contracts Alastor was under became void since his soul is no longer of a mature adult.” Wukong explained with a slight twitch of his tail at repeating himself plus he knew he would have to do it a second time when he entered the Hotel. “Can we continue this inside Meimei?” Wukong asked using the Chinese word for a younger sister to get Charlie to focus.

The princess naturally was flawed by the sudden news and could not take her eyes off of the child. Though she attempted to focus on her father’s words only static seemed to reach her as her sole gaze was drawn to the infant fawn. She reached out a hand before the celestial’s words finally made her stall. “Oh my…- R-Right! Of course!” She quickly nodded. Husk had remained silent through the whole ordeal but it was clear from his own stature and expressions he had very mixed emotions.

“Can’t have the newborn freeze now can we?!” Lucifer grinned though he knew full well Wukong’s warmth would keep the infant far from it. A familiar golden light adorned the group before the eyesore decor of the hotel greeted them.

#fanfiction #lmk au #lego monkie kid #lmk rp #collab help #cowrite #hazbin hotel lucifer #hazbin hotel husk #rp help #hazbin hotel au #hazbin lucifer #hazbin charlie #hazbin hotel rp #hazbin hotel roleplay #hazbin alastor #hazbin hotel #age regression

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hwanchaesong · 2 years

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Hi, it's me again HIHI 😁😁 This is my second request, the song is Dar+ling by SEVENTEEN and the member is Yunho again hehet 😁 I want it to be fluffy btw. Tysm ^^

a/n: hiii~ oh thank god someone requested darling, i have been dying to do a prompt with that song. oh and tysm for requesting again 💚💚

👤: ATEEZ Jeong Yunho

📼: Darl+ing - SEVENTEEN

genre & warnings: fluff, angst if you squint, mentions of alcohol, slight cursing

word count: 750

for anyone who wants to, don't be shy and send me asks based on Prompts Request Song Version. Thank you so much!

Yunho looked at his phone again for the nth time that night, when he saw that he didn't receive any messages or calls from you, he let out a loud sigh.

His friend Mingi definitely noticed that, he looked at him with a judging look at his face.

"What?" Yunho asked, raising an eyebrow and drinking from his glass of tequila.

"Don't what me, idiot." his friend quipped back, amusement lacing his voice despite the insult he just threw.

Mingi let out a small laugh when Yunho glared at him, looks like he really has to spell shit out for him, "Instead of sulking like a child, go to her man. It's not that hard."

Upon the suggestion, Yunho couldn't help but grit his teeth, is he willing to put his pride aside if it meant that your relationship with him would be fixed?

Hell yes.

He suddenly stood up, rushing towards the door and sprinting towards your house like an athlete who needs to win the marathon.

Mingi was left alone in the living room of their apartment, "Well, at least his brain cells are still working."

You were about to fall asleep, but alas, you were not given the chance to do that when someone started banging on your windows, startling you to death.

You were legit gonna call the police if not for the familiar voice that yelled your name out.

"What the fuck?" you went to your window and slid the curtains, Yunho's desperate face greeting you.

"Yunho! What on earth? Stop shouting you'll wake the neighbors up!"

"I don't care! Now come with me!"

You let out a yelp when he forcefully pulled you out of the window himself, and when you're finally outside, he did not allow you to take a breather. Dragging you with him until the two of you reached a deserted area in the beach.

You thought that he's gonna murder you if he brought you here, but you were shocked when he bowed in a 90° angle in front of you.

"I'm so sorry!"

Where is this leading to?

"I am a fool, braindead human being for telling you that you're clingy. I take that all back, you're not clingy and you give me the space and time that I need, that is why I want you to just please, forgive me because I..."

He momentarily stopped, getting embarrassed by his next choice of words.

"I miss your head pats and small pecks on my cheeks."

He finished, his voice getting smaller by the second and you smiled a bit, finding him adorable.

You walked towards him, gently cupping his face and raising his head, giving him a light smooch on his nose, "You truly are a fool."

No more explaining is needed on your side, you felt his sincerity during his tiny speech. If you're going to be honest, you're just waiting for him to admit that he made a mistake.

"Oh thank god." Yunho sighed in relief, his own hand enveloping yours before pulling you in for a tight hug.

He really doesn't know what he'll do if he wakes up by tomorrow and he still doesn't have you by his side.

He feels so alone when you're not there, he yearns for your warmth so much.

You both stayed there by the shore until the sun started to shine its light to the world. Promising to each other to practice communication a bit better.

Whatever problems arise, you'll be able to get through it just fine.

Under the bright, calming rise of the closest star on earth, Yunho came to terms that he'll never be able to find someone like you ever again.

Like the waves that crash into the sand, Yunho experimentally dipped his foot into your ocean of love. He did not know what happened after that, all he remembers is that he wanted to dive deeper into you.

There is nothing in this galaxy that can make Yunho change his mind on how he sees you and you feel the same sentiments as well.

He needs you, you need him.

And as he stared at your gorgeous face, he knew that there is no other girl in the world that he wanted to treat better, the best even.

"Y/N."

You turned your face to focus your attention on him, what took you by surprise is when he collided his lips with yours.

Yeah, you definitely wanted to spend an entire lifetime with this man.

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koala-fluff · 1 year

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Hello everyone! Here is a fic for the wonderful @hotshot624 that they requested. In November...

I hope you enjoy, and I'm sorry if it's bad. Writing something that is not related to the bonds if my hyperfixation can be quite difficult...

But it came out ok, so I will be proud of my creation!

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The Greatest Dragon Rider Trapper Alive

When the Twins reveal Snotlout's methods are outdated, Eret seeks revenge. And once Astrid reveals a weakness of Snotlout's... Well, he just has to take advantage of it, doesn't he?

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Original Request (shortened): Hi! I was wondering if I could request a How to train your dragon fic (as you can see that's what I'm hyper fixating on rn lol) anyway if you could, could you write one with maybe Lee!Snotlout and Ler!Eret, where it's set in-between httyd 2 and 3 and Snotlout is being super obnoxious, rude, and just plain annoying to Eret, so decides to take him down a notch and wrecks him with tickles and it's just super fluffy and cute at the end.

"Are you sure this will help me ride Skull Crusher?" Eret asked, looking very skeptical.

Snotlout scoffed, hiding a grin unbeknownst to the larger viking. "Of course I'm sure! This is how Astrid taught everyone on the A Team."

"I have no idea what the A Team is, but I do know this is humiliating." Eret groaned, continuing the exercise.

What was this exercise exactly? Run in circles with a broom between your legs like a witch.

"Just trust me." Snotlout stifled a chuckle. "You'll be high in the sky in no time."

Eret cheered up a tiny bit at that. Oh, how he wanted to just fly and touch the clouds. To do cool tricks like the other dragon riders on the back of those magnificent beasts.

He'd do anything. Which apparently included hobbling about on a broom as his cocky teacher hovered above him on Hookfang.

"You're doing great, Son of Eret."

"You know, the more you quip like that the more I believe this is just a joke, Son of Spite." Eret snapped back, huffing grumpily.

"What are you doing over here, Snotlout?"

The twins flew in on their two headed dragon, Barf and Belch. As soon as they saw Eret, they needed no explanation. Both fell into boisterous fits of laughter as they watched him waddle around in circles.

"Aha prank wohorthy of Lohoki himself!" Ruffnit shouted, almost sliding off her saddle. "Gohood one, Snohot!"

"Indeed, sister." Tuffnut giggled, clutching his sides. "Unlehess our dear friehend doesn't remember thahat Hiccup dubbed this exercise useless a fehew months agoho."

Eret stopped moving. Snotlout froze as his icy glare reached up to them.

"Did he now?" He asked, his voice terrifyingly calm. "It seems my mentor has forgotten to mention this fact."

Snotlout grinned. "What can I say? You were too gullible to let it pass by."

"I may be gullible, but I will not be made into a fool."

"You already do that to yourself anyway."

"I would choose your next words very carefully, Son of Spite."

"And if I don't?"

Both twins stopped laughing and grinned as they looked between the two vikings, holding their breaths as they waited to see what would happen next.

"Our hotheaded friend seems to have sealed his fate." Tuffnut whispered to his sister. "Mayhaps we assist Eret today?"

"Mayhaps we shall, brother." Ruffnut answered, grinning deviously. "It has been a good long while since someone has shown him his place."

"Excluding us?"

"Of course."

"Hookfang!" Tuffnut yelled, shocking the other two vikings. "Would you come assist us with house repairs?"

The Monstrous Nightmare seemed to grin deviously as well. He huffed and nodded before tossing Snotlout off his head.

The cocky viking screamed as he fell. He hit the ground and immediately stood back up, fury written all over his face.

"Hookfang!" He yelled, throwing his hands up. "What was that?"

"Your dragon has volunteered to assist us while you pay for your crimes, Snotlout." Ruffnut announced dramatically.

"You will be sorely missed!" Tuffnut added as they flew away.

Hookfang only looked back, his large mouth pulled back into a smirk. Soon enough, the four (five?) traitors had disappeared from view.

Snotlout opened his mouth, most likely to shout some obscenities, and a yelp shot out as a heavy force knocked him over. He fell on his face, but was quick to sweep around and grapple with Eret.

"You tricked me!" Eret growled, kneeing his opponent in the gut.

"You shouldn't make it so easy!" Snotlout gasped, grabbing the larger viking's shirt and throwing him to the ground. Eret was quick to grab Snotlout's ankle and drag him down as well.

The two rolled around the arena, cursing and attempting to overpower each other. Any vikings that flew by only watched for a moment before chuckling and going back to work.

It wasn't long until Hiccup was notified of the fight and he obviously sent the most feared Viking to take care of it.

"Hey, Meatheads!" Astrid shouted from above them. "Why in Odin's name are you fighting like children?"

"He's just salty cause I'm smarter than him!" Snotlout hissed, twisting Eret's arm.

Astrid raised her eyebrow.

"He tricked me into riding a broom around in circles!" Eret yelled, finally trapping Snotlout in a headlock. "Made me look like a fool!"

"Oh." Astrid fought down a smile. "I see…"

The two continued their scuffle for a few moments until Astrid spoke again.

"Well, we need everyone in top shape for repairs, so stop fighting!"

"Yeah, Eret." Snotlout chuckled, kicking his opponent away. "Stop attacking me!"

Eret growled. "Then how am I supposed to take my revenge?" He asked, looking up at Astrid.

"Snotlout's ticklish. Use that."

Snotlout froze. She did not just…

"Oh, really." Eret turned towards him, a terrifying smirk replacing what was once an angry scowl. "Thank you, Astrid. I will use that."

"Cool. Just try not to murder him!" Astrid called out as she flew away with a massive grin on her face.

"How dare you, you-"

Eret tackled Snotlout to the ground, cutting off his insult. As soon as they hit the ground, Eret dug his fingers into Snotlout's sides.

The man instantly shrieked and flailed about in his opponent's grasp. Loud, gruff laughter soon filled the arena as Eret wriggled his fingers up towards his armpits.

"So Astrid was telling the truth." Eret chuckled, hooking his leg under Snotlout's so he wouldn't get kicked. "You are very ticklish."

"GEHET OHOHOFF MEHEHE!" Snotlout snorted, curling away as his ribs were squeezed.

"Absolutely not!" Eret gasped, using one hand to scratch his hip. "You made me out as a fool! And I, Eret son of Eret, the best dragon rider trapper alive, will not have it!"

And with that, he shoved both hands under Snotlout's arms and relished in the high-pitched scream that answered his attack.

Snotlout fell into an inescapable pit of desperate laughter. He tried to get away from the madding feeling, but it was useless. All he could do was thrash as Eret switched targets at the speed of a Speed Stinger.

"Does this tickle? How about this? And this?" Eret asked as he clawed at his stomach, then hips, then back.

Snotlout started to wheeze and fell completely limp when the attack was targeted under his arms again. Eret got the message and stopped. He continued to pin Snotlout against him as the dragon rider calmed down.

Soon enough, Snotlout recovered enough to say:

"I'm not tutoring you anymore."

Eret cackled at that announcement. "Whahat makes you thihink I'd want to be tuhutored by you after today?"

Snotlout huffed and struggled to his feet. He scowled down at the giggling man and his face softened slightly.

"Yeah, well, Astrid would be the next to teach you, and she is not easygoing." Snotlout countered, a cocky grin returning to his face.

Eret pursed his lips. "You do have a good point there, Son of Spite." He stood up as well and held out his hand. "I will allow you to continue to tutor me, as long as you take it seriously."

Snotlout scoffed. "I'm pretty sure I was the one who rejected you first."

Eret's eyes hardened and he took a step forward. "Must I use tickling to get you to agree?"

Snotlout's face turned red and he quickly shook Eret's hand. "No need! I will take it very seriously from now on."

"Great! What now, sir?" Eret asked, crossing his arms.

Snotlout sighed. "Unfortunately, young pupil, we must postpone my magnificent lessons, for my dragon has decided to fly away."

Eret nodded seriously. "That is quite unfortunate indeed."

They both stayed solemn faced for about ten seconds. Then they burst into giggles, like the dorks they were.

"Alright, Snotlout." Eret started walking towards the exit of the arena. "Let us go locate your missing dragon."

Snotlout grinned and followed the taller man out. Eret may be way more gullible than the others, he conceded, but he'd fit right in with the dragon riders.

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I hope everyone enjoyed! Sorry for the shorter tickle scene...

Next up: a super secret fic...

I hope you have a fabulous day/night and don't prank the great Eret son of Eret!

#ko writes httyd tickles #httyd tickles #ticklish!snotlout #sfw tickle community #requested fic #ko writes tickles #ko's fics #lee!snotlout #ler!eret

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hermanunworthy · 9 months

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To Be or Not To Be?

"With heads showing Hermie's face, the thespian could pretend that those decisions were genuine, while the theatre mask for tails could excuse their more obviously villainous behavior. Little did their new 'friends' know that they were both just acts. Thank the theatre gods for this perfect role."

Five times Two-Face is forced to follow his coin's decision, and one time Herman makes one of their own.

10.3k words, oakworthy, 5+1 things, hermie pov, pining, set during ep17-20

prologue | 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | +1

also on ao3!

Herman watches as The Main Characters prepare to escape from their pizza kitchen prison, the knowledge that they all chose to leave Hermie in particular behind festering deep inside of them like the expired ingredients kept in the Papa John's kitchen. They choose to ignore this feeling. Obviously, they aren't going to act on it, not unless prompted.

But then that prompt comes.

Before the other characters all leave in their calzone disguises, The Mascot Kid turns and approaches Herman in a way that appears to be an attempt to act calm and cool, but Normal has never been good at acting under pressure. The crushing worry of his situation is displayed plainly on his face. Normal has been the easiest character to read ever since he stopped wearing that mascot head.

In a quiet voice, Normal opens up. "Hermie, I'm like, pretty nervous about talking to my dad." Unnecessary exposition. "Do you have any, like, advice?" Oh goodness.

Herman wasn't a stranger to emotional dialogue, but when improvisation came into play, they weren't exactly at the top of their game. Their previous heart-to-heart with Normal as Hermie, back at the dance, had almost been a little too much to ask of them. They wished The Jock had at least given them lines to deliver before sending them to the bathroom to find a disturbingly out-of-character Normal. The entire scene felt wildly off, considering it forced them to break out of their Joker persona. When it came to getting close to their mark, they could rely on flirty quips and gestures all they wanted, but the genuine, sentimental stuff was where they felt the tiniest hints of stage fright. Thankfully that scene hadn't ended up quite as tender and intimate as they expected (feared. rather), but that didn't stop them from replaying it in their head again and again for many nights afterwards.

"Like, you seem really wise and like you know what you're doing and you're really confident." Herman watches Normal's hands as they wave around wildly, trying not to be taken aback by the irony of being told this while feeling this lack of confidence. They should feel proud of themself, for being able to fool him, but they can't help but feel somewhat surprised by his compliments. They receive compliments all the time after performances, though, so why should it matter?

"And like... I'm really nervous about talking to my dad about this stuff," Normal repeats, even more unnecessarily now. "And like, should I just not talk about it? Should I just pretend every— like— How do I pretend everything's fine? You're good at pretending stuff."

The thespian opens their mouth to speak, even though they don't know what to say (except maybe to advise him not to use so many vocal pauses while speaking), but they are immediately interrupted by The Goth. "Don't pretend anything's fine, Norm."

Normal's anxious eyes turn away from Herman's to face his friends as they continue a conversation. Herman feels something die out in them, and they assume they're just relieved from the pressure of Normal's expectant gaze.

Two-Face is grateful, really, that he was interrupted. He almost chose to do something spontaneously without consulting his trusty coin first. And he didn't even have a line prepared, anyway.

He flips his coin. Heads.

Herman tries not to let his shock show, even though no one is paying attention to them right now. Okay. So this has to be Hermie reaching out to comfort Normal about his dad again, just like before. Wonderful.

Herman tries to mentally write out what they will say when it's their cue to speak again. What would they do if they were Normal? They try to think of it as writing a script for him.

Hermie, on the heads side of the coin, would write this out as Normal requested, where he pretends everything is okay, Normal's Dad is unbothered, and they are simply a happy family together. It's a bit of a less interesting approach, but at least it will allow Normal to get practice his acting skills. Although the whole heartfelt advice business isn't entirely Herman's forte, they do enjoy Normal's enthusiasm to be taught about acting by Herman. Or, Hermie, rather. Herman would never share the secrets of their method. Except they already have been. And no, they don't enjoy anything about Normal. None of this is personal. Then why are they thinking so hard about this? Why do they want to be able to help Normal with this? Why do they not want Normal to leave them—

And just like that, Normal is no longer there in front of Herman.

"Okay, fuck me then." Herman immediately regrets this off-script line. They surprised themself with this crack in their mask of indifference.

Normal, in the middle of crawling into his calzone, instantly whips his head around with the look of someone who just accidentally stepped on a pet's foot. "Oh, wait, no! I— Hermie, what—" The pity only worsens Herman's anger. Why are they angry?

"No, it's fine, I tossed my coin." Passive aggression continues to spill from them as they feel the heat of anger at being completely left behind bubbles up inside of them, not unlike the cheese that had transformed them into Two-Face in the first place. This is Two-Face talking, isn't it? He's acting angry because that's his character. He's acting angry because he doesn't actually like these other characters, because he's a villain.

He shows the coin with the Hermie face up. "I was going to give you some advice from..." He has to pause for the slightest moment, desperately hoping it comes across as a dramatic pause, when really, he was almost about to say Herman. "...Hermie's heart, but that's fine." The mention of the heart causes a physical twinge in his chest. Enough of this. Two-Face needs him, all of them, to leave.

The Mascot Kid begins to let out a dramatically loud "Oh—!" and Two-Face catches, at the very last moment, his face turning red, before one of the other calzones leans toward Two-Face and speaks to him with The Jock's squeaky voice.

"Hey, I didn't even know there was a Hermie here. Because somebody's suuuch a good actor." There it fucking is again. The pet treatment.

"Are you..." Two-Face is trembling with rage. He wishes there was a face for them to glare at directly instead of this doughy shell. "Who the fuck do you think you're talking to right now?" They've all never known who they've been talking to, really. "Do you think I need? Your pandering? Do you think I need the reviews?" He completely ignores The Jock's apologies. Because he doesn't care what he says! He doesn't care about what anyone says! He tries to forget the reason why he's even angry in the first place.

The Mascot Kid's head pokes a little further out of his calzone. "Hey, y'know, if we were gonna review you, Hermie, I'd say you're real great, and I-I'm sorry I didn't get your advice. It sounds like it would've been really, really something."

Two-Face tries to tune out these empty words, since he does like the way they're affecting him. They're not affecting him. "No, it's great. It's totally cool to ask for advice then not take it as you're leaving me behind to die in this plan." Forget it, forget it!

"Oh my God! Hermie—" The Mascot Kid's stupid, desperate face is too much right now.

"No, you know what, nope. Ziiip!" Two-Face, because he is evil and does not care about The Mascot Kid, goes to close the box before he can even speak another word.

It is in this moment that Herman realizes with horror that this was all supposed to be a heads-side-up scene.

Before they can even rethink the context of their dialogue just now, they desperately seek an opportunity to prove that they are, in fact, staying true to their character. That opportunity presents itself in the form of The Nerd's fist sticking out of his calzone for a fist pound. "Good job, bro."

These words are empty to Herman, but they know they mean something to Hermie. They return the fist pound and say, "Thanks, bro. That's why you're my favorite." There. Scene saved.

It appears that expecting that to be the end of the scene is foolish. The Main Characters begin to chatter some more, completely within earshot of Herman, and Normal is once again, embarrassingly, sticking his head back out and yelling again.

"Hermie, we'll come back for you! Hermie, I'll come back for you!"

Herman tries to drown out the screaming by ringing the order bell over and over, but the only thing they can focus on is the revision of "we will" to "I will". That was an intentional dialogue choice. Huh.

Herman doesn't know why they're analyzing it. They already know that Normal likes them.

They don't know why they're still thinking about it, even after the Cast is all gone.

#posting both the prologue and Thing 1 today!!#oakworthy #oakworthy fanfiction #oakworthy fanfic #oakworthy fic #dndads #dndads fanfiction #dndads fanfic #dndads fic #hermie the unworthy #hermie unworthy #normal oak #my fic

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iguana-eyanna · 2 years

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Falling for you

Pairing: Ikaris x POC! Eternal! Reader

Summary: you realize that you have to run away from the man who flew too close to the sun

Warnings: spoilers

a/n: inspired by Niall Horan's version of Fool's Gold

"What makes you think I could use my powers willingly? You know I can't see two feet in front of me." You joked to Ikaris as you were both lying in bed.

He laughs as he pulls you closer to himself. Ikaris thought he could never feel so at ease.

After everyone split into different paths, Ikaris had a low profile. Only Ajak knew where he has been all this time until he saw you again. You coincidentally bumped into Ikaris on an island that wasn't well known. He was convinced that your powers showed him where he was, as you had the power to see glimpses of the future, but you said it was by pure chance.

You traveled all over the world, trying to heal an absent longing in your heart as most of the other Eternals found their calling. Both of you were just lost and it was like you were meant to find each other. Ikaris realized you were the shining distraction that makes him fly.

"What are you thinking about?" You teased him as his mind was elsewhere.

"You're the rays on the waves that calm my mind." he whispers under his breath. You smile contently at him as you snuggled closer into his warm chest.

"Don't you need to visit Ajak soon?" You quipped.

You feel a type of tension as Ikaris hugged you tighter in his arms.

"There's still time, but right now, I want to get lost in your beauty."

You playfully roll your eyes as you move your fingers across his salt and pepper-colored locks.

"Just be careful when you fly out. I don't need to see news of a superman soaring through the air.

He laughs, then kisses your plump lips. "'I'm the first to admit that I'm reckless, but for you, I promise I won't do anything rash."

He made that promise two weeks ago, but he broke it when he visited Ajak...

when she was alive.

"Love?" Ikaris whispers as he enters the house you two shared.

His eyes were bloodshot, coming from South Dakota as he did the unspeakable.

Silence filled the house so he searches the house. He had hoped that you didn't receive any visions, but he'd be a fool to assume so.

He stops in his tracks as he sees an opened letter that was placed neatly on the bed he shares with you.

He sits down on the king-sized bed, slowly opening the white paper.

Dear Ikaris,

I don't know if you remember, but I recalled our moment together in Greece. I foretold that there were sightings of the deviants in the country and we traveled with Thena. It was one of the biggest beasts we ever saw, and one almost struck me with its venom.

I wasn't quick enough to get away, so you flew in and took the strike. Thena took the deviant out and all I could do was try to wake you up. Luckily, Makkari came and delivered you to Ajak.

You didn't wake up for two days after you were healed. I stayed at your side, blaming myself for what happened. You would shiver in your sleep, breaking into sweats. My heart broke as all I could do was wipe away your brow as you wailed in pain.

The next morning, I stepped out to collect myself. Before I walked into your chambers, I saw you sitting up, smiling and in good health. I was about to rejoice till I saw Sersei at your bedside.

You thanked her for staying at your side as you were recovering. I was surprised that she took the credit, but she must have pitied that you were possibly hallucinating as no one knew I was taking care of you.

I cried in my silence and left. And yes, I let you use me from the day that we first met, but I don't regret falling for you.

And when I attended your wedding, everything inside of me was screaming to stop your ceremony. But that would have been selfish. I know in my heart you were just a moving part.

So I moved on, I jumped from country to country, never wanting to settle or allow myself to fall in love. And by cruel nature, we were reunited. But something inside of you changed, like you were the legends of Atlas, holding the weight of the sky.

I could tell you were alone for a very long time. You haven't kept in touch with the others, and you acted like I was a replacement for Sersei. I was your fool's gold.

Ikaris had to force himself to stop reading as he realized he stopped breathing. He looks down again and dares to continue

Last night, I felt you slip out of my arms when I was asleep. As you left, I had the most horrid nightmare. You were with Ajak in a forest, she was hugging you as if she was saying goodbye. I didn't understand but you....

He sees how the writing stops and a dry teardrop was next to the sentence.

When I woke up, you weren't there. That's when I knew it was going to happen.

You were our hero, Ikaris. You were my hero. You always had the sense to save everyone as you turned it on for everyone you've met, and now... I don't know what to think of you. As you finish this letter, I will be gone. I do not know what is to happen next, or what you would do to me, and that terrifies my very core.

"I'd never hurt you." he whispers under his breath as he begins to cry.

I cannot interfere with the future. I trust that the others will know on their own. Not partaking in this is the best way for both of us to choose our paths. Maybe you'll do the right thing in the end, or you'll bring the world to its knees. Maybe you'll be with Sersei again. Don't deny that you haven't stopped caring for her. I know your love's not real... That's not the way it feels, not the way you feel.

So goodbye Ikaris. I hope that in time, you'll be the hero I thought you'd be.

He crumbles the paper in his hand, trying to choke down a cry.

His time to mourn cut short as he felt an earthquake beneath him. He goes to the TV and sees news of a tremor that hit most of the continent.

Ikaris sees the list of countries and his mouth runs dry when he sees London was hit.

The Eternal wipes his eyes and takes a deep breath.

It was time for him to be a hero.

But when has a hero become so succumbed to his demons?

#ikaris #ikaris eternals #ikaris x reader #ikaris fanfiction #richard madden #eternals #marvel eternals #eternals movie #the eternals #eternals marvel

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helloalycia · 3 years

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The Wrong Lifetime — Ten // Wanda Maximoff

chapter nine | story masterlist | main masterlist | wattpad | chapter eleven

author’s note: okay so this was supposed to be published yesterday but (if anyone cares lol), basically, i finished my last year of uni two days ago and so yesterday was the first official day i had that i didn’t have to do work, so i spent the whole day playing video games 😂 but it’s here now, so i hope you liked it!

Approaching Y/B/N's study, my annoyance returned when I remembered how he acted only an hour before. I didn't bother knocking as I let myself in, seeing him loosening his bow tie and looking out the window.

"What the hell was that?" I snapped instantly.

He sighed, yanking his bow tie off and throwing it to his desk. "What was what?"

I crossed my arms to contain my frustration. "You know what, Y/B/N." He continued to play dumb, so I watched him with a frown. "Why are you so against me getting published? I thought– I thought you'd be proud of me. It's all I've ever wanted."

With a scowl, he looked the other way. "I'm the writer, Y/N, not you."

His words created an uncomfortable feeling in the pit of my stomach. Jealousy was a disgusting look on him, one I never wanted to see.

"No," I said, uncrossing my arms and staring daggers at him. "You're not the writer. I am. You only got noticed because of me!"

"Shut up!" he shouted, finally meeting my eyes. "You don't get to do this! It's not about you!"

"Yes, it is!" I shouted right back. "For once, it is about me, Y/B/N! Because this is my chance to do something I love."

He rolled his eyes, getting riled up all over again. "And that's another thing. Why the hell are you putting silly ideas into my fiancé's head about making money? Are you trying to make me a fool in front of my in-laws?"

I squeezed my fists together, narrowing my eyes. "They aren't your in-laws."

"Oh, you know what I mean!"

He didn't deserve Wanda. He couldn't. She was too good for him.

"Sorry that your masculinity is so fragile that you can't let your fiancé do something she's passionate about," I said through gritted teeth.

He glowered down at me. "You need to butt out."

I smiled bitterly. "Maybe if you didn't start on Pietro for no reason, I would."

He scoffed. "Please. That man is only trying to get into your pants."

I don't think I'd ever wanted to strangle my brother as much as I did right now. Did he really not believe in me? He couldn't accept that maybe I'd earned this on my own accord? Thankfully, unlike him, I could contain my emotions and managed to swallow down my anger.

"You know that's not the case," I said with a dangerously calm voice. "You should talk about your soon-to-be brother-in-law with some respect."

Y/B/N sighed, moving to sit at his desk. I followed him with my eyes, unable to recognise who he was. I hadn't dubbed him for the insecure type, but I was being proven wrong many times tonight.

"I don't want to do this right now," he said quietly, sinking his head into his hands.

I uncurled my fists, fed up. "It's already been done."

He looked up, but I didn't wait to see his face. Maybe he wasn't the brother I thought he was.

—

"Honest opinion," Wanda said, before revealing herself from behind the curtain. "Nice or ugly?"

"Nice."

She smiled brightly, twirling around in the dress she was trying on, before going back behind the curtain to change into another one. She'd invited me over to hers to hang out, which meant watching her try on a bunch of new dresses and getting excited over each one. I wasn't complaining.

"So, that first book," she picked up from our previous conversation as she changed. She was referring to Y/B/N's first published book. "That was really you?"

"Yep." I pulled my legs up onto the lounge sofa and leaned on my hand, elbow propped on the back of the seat. "I mean, it got edited of course, but the initial manuscript was mine."

"Wow," she commented. "That must have really sucked to hear everybody praise it when it was actually yours."

"It did indeed."

She came out from the curtain wearing a dress that wasn't particularly nice looking. It had a baggy torso and slim legs, making Wanda look very unflattering. And that was saying something – she could pull off anything.

"Nice or ugly?" she asked, hands on her hips.

I squinted, tilting my head and trying to think if I should lie or not. Her blue eyes peered down at me intimidatingly and I knew I couldn't find it in myself to lie to her.

After a moment, I released a breath. "I'm sorry, love, but it's kind of ugly."

She chuckled, giving me a knowing smile. "Good. This was a test. Means you're paying attention."

"Wow. You think I'm just sat here for fun?"

She didn't respond, but an amused smile was on her lips as she headed behind the curtain to change yet again. It was quiet as she was changing, before she spoke up again.

"You know when we first met? And you showed me around your room?"

"How can I forget? You thought I was jealous of my brother," I quipped with a smile.

I could imagine the eye roll she was giving me. "That was before I knew you wrote half his stuff."

Stifling a laugh, I nodded even though she couldn't see me. "Okay, go on."

She sighed. "I told you how I fell in love with that first book. How I fell in love with the words. And the person who wrote those words.”

"I remember."

She reappeared from behind the curtain, this time wearing a stunning floral blue sundress. It fell off her shoulders, revealing cream-coloured skin and a well-defined collarbone. I smiled softly, overwhelmed with admiration for the beautiful woman before me.

"I'm glad it was you," she said, and I suddenly remembered we were in the middle of a conversation.

Her eyes sparkled brightly as she smiled my way, and then her words sank in and my heart fluttered with adoration.

"Me, too," I breathed out.

She held my gaze for a second longer before looking down at her dress, pressing her hands over it. "So. What do you think? Nice or ugly?"

I raised my eyebrows with astonishment. "Wanda, you look absolutely beautiful."

Her shoulders relaxed as her eyes flickered to mine. "So, I should keep it?"

I spluttered, "Duh!"

She laughed, before approaching me and sitting beside me. Leaning her head on my shoulder, she pulled her legs onto the sofa and sighed contently. I wrapped an arm around her, resting my cheek on her head.

"I'm glad you'll finally get the recognition you deserve, milaya (darling)," she said, lifting her hand to intertwine it with mine over her shoulder.

With an entertained smile, I held her hand firmly. "Maybe, love. I haven't said yes."

"Oh, you'll say yes."

I pressed a kiss to the top of her head, revelling in the warmth her body created as it pressed to mine. We had no concerns that somebody would catch us since nobody was home and the servants knew not to bother us.

"So, what was the book actually about?" she asked, playing with my fingers.

"Huh?"

"The book," she repeated. "I've heard Y/B/N's take on it, but what about yours?"

At the mention of my brother, I rolled my eyes. We still hadn't spoken since our argument and I wasn't exactly in the best place with him right now.

"It doesn't matter," I mumbled into her hair.

She used her elbow to nudge me gently in the stomach before grabbing my other hand and wrapping it around her waist.

"I like hearing you speak," she said softly. "And I love the way your mind works."

My cheeks flushed at the compliment, but I appreciated her words. She always had such an effect on me and I'd come to only care about one opinion nowadays – hers.

"Okay, I guess..." I sighed, subconsciously pressing my fingertips to hers. "The book is about a man who loses his wife to his own ignorance, right?" She hummed in agreement, so I continued. "Y/B/N always talks about how it's about a man failing to appreciate his wife, but that's not how I intended for it to be perceived."

Interest piqued, she sat up straight and turned around to face me, leaning her head on my chest and looking up with curious eyes. I smiled down at her, pressing a kiss to her nose, making her scrunch it up adorably.

"It's supposed to be about the wife discovering that she's her own woman and that she doesn't need her husband to be okay," I continued, holding her gaze. "It was her own self-discovery that pushed them apart, as well her husband's stupidity."

Wanda's lips curved into a gentle smile. "I like that interpretation a lot better than his."

Licking my lips, I breathed out through a smile. "You're biased, dear."

Her eyes flickered to my lips. "Maybe."

I chuckled before closing the gap between us, connecting our lips in a short, sweet kiss. She relaxed against me before smiling as we pulled away.

"Ya lyublyu vas (I love you)," she whispered.

I always loved when she spoke in her native tongue. She sounded so at peace when she did and it warmed my insides.

"I love you, too," I whispered right back.

She grinned, carefree, before turning to lean on my shoulder again. I held her, enjoying the silence that formed between us. Her presence was always enough and I never wanted anything more. But I knew Wanda and I knew that she couldn't stay quiet for too long, so something was definitely up.

"What are you thinking?" I asked quietly, not wanting to startle her in case she was too deep into her thoughts.

She sighed. "It's stupid."

I smiled. "I doubt that."

It went quiet and I assumed she didn't want to share, but then she played with my fingers again as she spoke.

"I was wondering what it would be like if we were able to get married," she murmured. "With the dresses and walking down the aisle and the rings."

I laced my fingers through hers, the thoughts having crossed my mind at times, too. It was nice to think 'what if', but it was also a dangerous game.

"The wedding cake would have to be chocolate," I played along, not wanting her to think she couldn't talk about it.

She snickered, loosening up in my arms. "Of course. And the colour scheme would have to be red."

"Definitely," I agreed, knowing she wouldn't have it any other way, "...it could be somewhere small but comfortable. Surrounded by nature, maybe."

"Yes. With flowers all around us and the sound of birds tweeting in the trees."

A comforting smile crept on my lips as I closed my eyes, imagining it in my mind. What a beautiful day it would be.

"I'd force Pietro to be the ring bearer," she added as an afterthought, and I laughed, chest moving up and down with her on it.

"He'd hate that," I pointed out.

"Exactly," she said with a mischievous hum.

I rolled my eyes playfully. "What about afterwards? Where would you want to live?"

She scrunched her face up before settling with, "Somewhere remote. Away from people. Maybe a nice cottage somewhere."

Nodding in agreement, I said, "We could have a beautiful garden in the back. I'd do my very best to make it perfect for you. And you could paint whatever you wanted there."

A considerate smile tugged at her lips at the thought. "Yes! And we could get a pet. I've always wanted a pet."

"I guess we could... what pet do you want?"

With no hesitation, she said, "Chickens."

I looked down at her, quirking a brow. "Chickens?"

Looking up at me, she stared like it was self-explanatory. "They're cute and they lay eggs. Think about it. Fresh eggs for breakfast every morning."

God, she was so cute. I smiled, squeezing her hand. "Chickens it is, love."

She got excited as she tugged on my hand. "You can finally get a study of your own!"

"And you can get your own studio," I added, making her grin.

"And I'd keep it sparkling clean."

I laughed, shaking my head. "Don't lie, Wanda."

She rolled her eyes, though wore a humoured expression. "Okay, maybe not..."

"You can keep it as messy as you want," I promised her, as if it was actually going to happen and we'd get what we wanted.

The dream was so vivid in my mind that it could have been a memory. Wanda and I living together, peacefully and without hiding... if only we weren't in the wrong lifetime.

"I like to pretend that you gave this to me," she said after an unsettling silence fell upon us, raising her left hand for me to see. She wiggled her ring finger, the silver band and emerald gem glinting in the light. "It makes me feel better."

I swallowed hard and forced a smile, intertwining my fingers in hers and bringing them to my lips to kiss gently.

"Technically I picked it," I reminded her to lighten the mood, but it didn't work.

A sad smile appeared on her face. "Maybe in another lifetime, we could have met in a world that allowed this."

My smile faded into a frown at her words. Like I said, considering the 'what if's' was a dangerous game, and we'd already played too much of it.

"You're going to marry my brother soon," I said quietly, the realisation hitting me. "This– us, will have to stop."

She sat up and turned to face me, eyes looking between mine as she shook her head. "It doesn't have to."

I rested a hand on her cheek and she leaned into it, kissing my palm. I savoured the feeling of her lips against my skin.

"What we're doing isn't fair on either of us," I said reluctantly, afraid to say what we'd avoided for as long as our relationship lasted.

She frowned. "I'd rather have you like this than not at all."

My heart ached because I knew she was being genuine, and the truth is, I felt the same. But that brought me to our next dilemma.

"It's not fair on Y/B/N either."

She tensed her jaw. "The world doesn't want us together, Y/N. They're the ones who forced us to be like this."

"Like what?" I asked with knowing eyes. "Cheaters?"

Her eyes glossed over and it broke me to see her so hurt.

"Is it really cheating if I never wanted to be with him?" she asked with a shaky voice. "If I'm only acting out of duty? If I never loved him?"

Realising I'd saddened her, I moved forward and pulled her in for a hug, running my hand down her hair and to her back. "Sorry... I didn't mean to make you upset."

She sniffled and I felt her tears soaking my shirt. "Don't talk like that... I don't want to lose you."

I swallowed hard, nodding into her shoulder. "I don't want to lose you either, Wanda."

But I knew that deep down, we couldn't hold onto everything we wanted to in life. Deep down, she must have known that, too.

—

"...and this is where we write up the contracts. It's where we'd write up yours if you say yes."

Pietro grinned cheekily as I gave him a knowing look. He was showing me around the publishing house – a proper tour, not just me lurking around on the few visits I'd been here for Y/B/N – with hopes of convincing me to sign a contract with him.

"Pietro, you said you wouldn't be biased," Wanda warned, and I gave her a grateful smile as Pietro chuckled.

"I'm sorry, I can't help it," he apologised, though he definitely didn't mean it. "I just really think you'd be a great fit here, Y/N. I already have editors willing to work with you based on the few pages they've seen of your work."

I raised my eyebrows, startled. "Wow, seriously?"

He nodded. "Most definitely. As I told you the other night, you're talented. And with my help, you can be successful, too."

A smile fell on my lips uncontrollably. A real editor wanted to work with me. Woah.

"I'm gonna get some coffee," Wanda said, squeezing my shoulder. "I'll get you both some, too." She wagged a finger towards her brother. "Don't pressure her whilst I'm gone."

He raised his hands in defence. "Okay, calm down, sestra (sister). I'll be fair."

She lowered her finger, shot him a final look, then smiled at me before leaving for the café next door. I chuckled at how cute she was and how much she cared before returning my attention to Pietro.

"I won't pressure you," he said to me, perching on the edge of an empty desk. "I just want you to know that you'd be well looked after here. I wouldn't let anyone talk down to you, nor treat you with disrespect because you're a woman. I don't condone that here."

I relaxed at his words, offering him a grateful smile. "Thank you, Pietro. That really means a lot."

He returned the smile before his gaze moved over my shoulder. Smile fading, he cleared his throat awkwardly and looked away. I turned around, curious to what had caught his attention, and then I saw Y/B/N standing in the doorway, looking around for something. His eyes eventually fell on me and he perked up before heading our way.

I hadn't spoken to him since two nights ago after dinner. He'd actively avoided me, too and I wasn't complaining, having still harboured an unexplainable anger for him. What was he doing here?

"Y/N, hey," he said awkwardly, stopping before Pietro and I. His eyes flickered to Pietro before he asked me, "Can I speak with you?"

Instinctively, my jaw clenched and he seemed to notice as he shook his head quickly.

"Not to argue," he clarified. "Just to talk."

His eyes were pleading and I couldn't find it in myself to deny him. He was my brother after all, we couldn't argue forever. Nodding wordlessly, I smiled apologetically to Pietro before following Y/B/N to a quiet side of the room. My eyes ran along the many employees working away at their desks before falling to my brother before me.

"What is it?" I asked, maybe a little too harshly, but there was no going back now.

He frowned, eyes flittering around nervously. "I want to apologise for my behaviour the other night. I shouldn't have acted how I did."

I hugged myself as I shifted my weight between my feet. "Okay."

"You were right," he continued, finally meeting my eyes. "You deserve this. You've always been there for me, helping me with my writing when I needed it. I should have reacted better, but I let my jealousy get the better of me."

My mouth opened, surprised at his apology.

He offered me a sad smile. "The truth is, Y/N, we both know you'll be the more successful of us both. And you'll be so preoccupied with your own writing that you won't be able to help me anymore. And it was selfish of me to think that first, but I did. And I shouldn't have. I'm sorry. I'm your big brother and I should've been better."

Chewing on my lip, I let go of waist and straightened up, nodding slightly. "I– thanks. Thank you. For telling me that."

His shoulders relaxed as he nodded. "Also, you were right about what you said about Wanda. And I'm going to apologise to her first thing."

My expression softened at the mention of the girl who'd only ever been good to us. "She's seriously talented, Y/B/N."

"I know."

I nodded, stepping forward and resting a hand on his shoulder. Looking between his eyes, I only saw regret and I knew he was being genuine with his apology.

"You're forgiven," I told him with a small smile, before pulling him in for a quick hug.

He returned it and I felt relieved to know he was supportive. I didn't see a reason to not accept Pietro's deal now... everybody I cared about was okay with it.

"Wanda is here by the way," I told Y/B/N when we pulled apart. "She's just getting some coffee for us."

He nodded and we returned to Pietro, who gave me a concerned look. I smiled reassuringly and he relaxed before looking to my brother with a smile.

"Hey, Pietro, sorry for what I said last night," Y/B/N was quick to say. "It wasn't cool. I know you're not like that and I shouldn't have even thought it, let alone said it."

Pietro was one of the chillest people I'd met as he offered his hand out to my brother. "No worries, mate. Bygones."

They exchanged a handshake before my brother glanced to me.

"She's really good," he said to Pietro. "You'd be lucky to have her here."

My face heated up as Pietro nodded in agreement. The two of them looked to me with proud smiles and as uncomfortable as I felt with the attention, I was grateful to have their support.

"I know," Pietro said. "All she's got to do is say yes."

"You haven't said yes yet?" my brother asked with disbelief, before slapping me on the arm playfully. "Y/N! This is your chance!"

"And it's a big decision!" I reminded him.

He looked like he wanted to say something, but then I caught sight of Wanda over his shoulder and perked up. She smiled my way but then noticed Y/B/N's presence and proceeded with caution.

"Hey, I got you both a coffee," she said, giving Pietro his and handing me mine, but her eyes were searching mine with worry.

My hand brushed hers as I accepted my coffee and I squeezed it reassuringly. She seemed to believe me as her lips twitched into a small smile before looking to Y/B/N.

"Hey," she said to him quietly, biting her lip.

He glanced to me for encouragement and I gave him a subtle thumbs up. This seemed to help as he wiped his hands on his trousers before looking to Wanda hopefully.

"Hey," he finally spoke. "Please can we talk in private for a moment?"

She nodded, humming in response, and followed him to talk.

"Match made in heaven those two," Pietro said sarcastically, and I tried not to laugh, but damn was it funny.

"Look, I think I've made a decision," I said after a moment, feeling my heart speed up at the realisation of my next words.

"Oh? And what is it? Will you let me publish you?" Pietro asked, quirking a brow and watching me with an excited smile.

Well, there was only the future to look forward to now.

I grinned. "Yes."

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youbloodymadgenius · 3 years

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Ivarello (Modern!Ivar x reader) Chapter 3

Moodboard by @quantumlocked310

Ivarello's masterpost here

A/N: This is my entry for @deans-ch-ch-cherrypie 500 Followers Fairy Tale Challenge. It's a retelling of Cinderella. Congrats again, darling 💖

A huge thank you to @mrsalwayswrite , who's a great beta reader and an even greater cheerleader 😂

A massive thank you to @quantumlocked310 , @vikingstrash and @serasvictoria . Thank you for agreeing to collaborate and for sharing your talent with me. Your moodboards are beyond amazing 🤩

In this story, Sigurd is alive. Ragnar and Aslaug are dead, but Lagertha didn't kill her. I took a lot of liberties with the show, I hope you won't mind.

Unlike the tale, there will be no magic involved. Not everything will be realistic, however. It's a fayritale, after all!

Let me know if you want to be tagged 😊

Summary: Orphaned five years ago, Ivar and his brothers have been living with Lagertha ever since. Now 16 years old, he wants to attend Harald's traditional Midsummer party, but obstacles stand in his way.

Warnings: description of car crash; orphaned kids; Sigurd being Sigurd; OOC characters.

Words: 3497 (oops 🙈)

Additional note: what you’re going to read is not realistic.

Enjoy 🙂

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With his stomach in knots and a frown on his face, Ivar watches closely his godfather, who enters the living-room, wheeling a large trolley case behind him.

"Hello, Ivar." Floki looks around, an eyebrow raised questioningly, "Lagertha isn't here?", before flopping down on the corner sofa.

"No," Ivar shakes his head, wheeling up next to him, "She's out on a date with this English guy... Hammond, Halmund or whatever his name is."

Scratching his ear, Floki tilts his head, "but she knows you're going, right?" He pulls the trolley case closer and then snorts, mumbling under his breath, "don't think I can't see you rolling your eyes!"

"What do you think? Of course, she knows. She said, and I quote," Ivar raises his hands to make air quotes, his voice tinged with obvious annoyance, "'Of course you can go, sweetie, you know I don't want to be the one holding you back. Call me if anything goes wrong. And don't forget to take your meds.'"

"She cares, Ivar." Floki's tone is soft as he places a hand on his godson's shoulder.

Ivar lowers his gaze. "You should have taken me in." His words are barely audible and suddenly he feels like he's eleven again and he has to swallow against the sudden dryness in his throat.

"You do know that back then I wasn't in a good place." Floki's sad sigh almost gets Ivar in tears as memories of his parents and Helga flood his mind. The pain in his heart becomes nearly unbearable but he fights it off with all his might. He never wants to feel broken and lost again.

Ivar lifts his head up and Floki can see the stubbornness in his eyes. "I could live with you now."

"No, you could not, and you know it!" Floki smiles and taps Ivar on the cheek. "Ivar, I live between two flights, today in Norway, yesterday in Iceland and after-tomorrow in Canada. What kind of life would this be for you, huh? And besides, living with Lagertha is not that bad."

But living with Sigurd is! Ivar wants to shout. He keeps quiet, though, shrugging before eventually mumbling. "Guess not..."

"So," Floki starts, eager to change the subject, "where are your brothers, by the way?"

"Where do you think they are, huh, you knock-kneed fool? They're already there." Ivar glances at his watch, furrowing his brow. "Harald's party started twenty minutes ago."

"We better hurry up, then!" Crouching down, Floki slowly opens the suitcase under Ivar's scrutinizing gaze.

"Quick!" Ivar commands, barely able to contain his impatience, his nervous fingers tapping his push rims. "What do you have for me, old man, huh?" He even contemplates climbing out of his chair to open it himself, but the fear of breaking a bone at the worst possible time is stronger than his eagerness.

"You're going to calm down, young Padawan." Floki quips, slowly moving his hand in front of Ivar with eyes full of mischief. Ivar immediately slaps his godfather's hand away, mumbling under his breath, "I'd rather be a Sith Lord." That earns him a loud, hysterical laugh from his godfather.

Ivar grunts, ready to protest, but all thoughts leave his mind as soon as he's able to see what is in the trolley case. The scowl on his face obvious, he doesn't even try to hide his disappointment as he utters, "you made me braces?"

He hates braces with a passion. Along with underarm crutches, he had some, as a child. They were bulky, stiff, painful and walking with them was tedious, agonizingly slow, and exhausting. Ragnar had been adamant that he wanted his youngest to walk, no matter the struggles, no matter the nearly unbearable pain. Ivar had settled his ass in a wheelchair the day of his father's funeral, getting rid of his braces shortly after, a decision he had never regretted. So no, such torture devices were not at all what he was hoping for.

"Have a little faith in me," Floki rolls his eyes. "These," he looks lovingly at the strange contraptions in his hands, "are not braces, Ivar. Have you and your crippled ass ever heard of exoskeleton?"

Ivar's eyes widen. "It's that thing used in rehab that allows paraplegics to walk, right?" As Floki nods, Ivar gives him a puzzled glance. "But, erm, you do know I don't have a spinal cord injury, don't you? Or are you suffering from memory loss? Maybe it's your age?"

Dismissing the remark with an exasperated wave of his hand, Floki hisses, "I'm well aware that you don't, godson dearest," before narrowing his eyes, his voice now serious, "you may have full sensation in both legs, yet they can't exactly support your weight and your lack of motor function can't be denied. Not really different from some paraplegic dudes, what do you think?"

Feeling a heavy lump in his throat, Ivar frowns, not pleased with the idea of him being like a paraplegic. Almost without thinking, he contracts his quads as best he can, as if he wants to make sure he's still able to do it.

Floki doesn't miss the barely-there movements in his thighs, though, and his voice softens. "Look Ivar, you're not a paraplegic, okay? But I used the exoskeleton technology. And since you're not paralyzed, I was able to make a smaller device that you can wear underneath your clothes, and you're going to walk. I mean, really walk, not just like those guys in rehab, between parallels bars and with a PT right behind them."

Ivar, his eyes bright, stares at his godfather, slack-jawed with amazement. "I'm..." He begins to sputter, voice filled with emotion, "I'm really going to walk?" Feeling like his heart is pounding out of his chest, he fails to contain his excitement, drumming the fingers of his right hand on his lap. He'd tap his feet if only he could.

"You are." Floki nods before taking out of the trolley case a pair of dress shoes. "I put dozens of sensors in the insole of these shoes, which will enable the exoskeleton to correct your stance practically every second. Therefore, you won't need crutches, although I would say it's safer for you to use this." Reaching down, he grabs a black derby-style cane, simple and sleek in design. "You know," he shrugs, "just for extra support. Better safe than sorry, hmh?"

Ivar, who doesn't even flinch when he sees the walking stick, just reaches out, his hand grazing the carbon fiber exoskeleton. "Is it really for me?" His eyes filled with wonder, his voice trembling, his lips stretch across his face as his godfather nods. "And you made this in what?... four, five days?"

Letting out his signature giggle, Floki waggles his fingers in front of his face. "Even I couldn't make this in such a short time. No, the truth is, I've been working on it for a while. Let's say your phone call just sped things up. Though I must say, this marvel of technology is not flawless... It has a really low battery life, like four hours of autonomy at best. If I had more time, I certainly could have done better, but for now, it is what it is and you'll have to make do with what you've got." Pursing his lips, he glances at his watch, "So, just so you know, if you put this on now, you'll have to come back around midnight if you don't want to have to crawl around. And if you hear a beep, you'd better hurry, okay?"

As Ivar just nods, his beaming smile never fading, Floki adds, tilting his head, "and now, go get ready, young Padawan, you have a party to attend!"

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Sitting on a bench at the seaside, Ivar watches the party from afar, a feeling of uneasiness tightening his chest. It was a mistake. Attending to this party was a mistake. Despite the exoskeleton, despite the fact that he walks almost normally, it was a mistake. He shouldn't have come. He shouldn't be here. Anxiety surges like the swell of a wave, and he struggles to breathe. Sigurd was right: he doesn't belong here, doesn't belong to this life.

A part of him wants to leave. It would be better to run away, to go hide in his room. But he won't. He can't. Because just a moment ago he saw you. Because he's not ready to give up on you now that he is here, eventually close to you.

He recognized you the moment his eyes fell on you. Looking radiant in a polka dot dress, you're as pretty as he remembers. Pretty? Who's he kidding? The girl you were six years ago was pretty. You're a woman now, and one of the most beautiful he's ever seen.

Glowing, smiling at everyone, you didn't even see him. In his head, of course, he makes plans to approach you, even if deep down, he knows all too well he'll never muster enough courage to talk to you. You probably wouldn't want him to anyway. After all, he may be standing tall today, yet he's still a freak, a fucking cripple. He's still cursed with his bony, twisted, useless legs. He's still a burden.

Yet, there's this little voice inside of him, barely audible, whispering that you're not like this, that you never were in the first place; and that's partly why the ten-year-old boy he was when he first met you felt drawn to you almost instantly.

Closing his eyes, he focuses on his breathing and decides to take a little trip down memory lane, bringing him back to that sunny, summer day of his first – and only – encounter with you. His memory so vivid it's like it happened only yesterday.

He can't hear the chirping of birds as his brothers are loudly playing and bickering in the pool. His beloved mother is nowhere to be seen and he's willing to bet she's taking a nap, but not without first making sure he has everything he could possibly need. Lying on a sunbed in the shade of an oak, a glass of lemonade within reach and a thick book on his lap, he hardly notices his father coming into the backyard, Harald Hårfager following close behind.

Since Ivar knows Harald is here to talk business with his father, he pays no attention to the two men, who take their seats at the patio dining table.

He nearly falls off the sunbed when a tiny voice startles him. "Hello!"

Stunned, he turns his head towards the voice and comes face to face with a smiling girl he doesn't know. You. He'd say you're about his age.

"I'm Y/N," you tell him, waving your hand shyly. "I'm at my uncle's for the weekend," you keep going, pointing your finger at Harald, "and I was wondering... May I join you?" You finally ask, dragging a second sunbed closer to his.

His first instinct is to look around, because you can't possibly be talking to him. Why would you? Surely you can't have failed to spot his leg braces, nor his hideous orthopedic shoes. You can't have missed that he's a cripple.

Frowning as he sees that no one is around, he snorts, his nostrils flaring. He can tell you're wearing a swimsuit under your pink dress. What do you want, then? Are you here to mock and ridicule him or what?

"You better get in the pool with my brothers." He knows he sounds rude, not answering nor greeting you, but he doesn't care. He doesn't want to be made fun of and doesn't intend to give you the chance to do it.

Seemingly undeterred, you speak with a soft voice. "No, I'd rather not." Your smile is so genuine he can't help but think you mean no harm. "Actually," you shrug, sitting next to him, "I'd rather stay here with you, if you don't mind. What are you reading?"

Gobsmacked, he just looks at you – and gods, how pretty you are! – for a long time, unable to utter a single word. Are you truly interested in what he's reading? Interested in him? He swallows hard, his heart racing. A small smile dancing on your lips, your kind eyes never leave his as you wait, full of hope, for him to finally talk to you.

And that's what he ends up doing, almost in spite of himself. For the next two hours, he shows you his astronomy book, a gift from his godfather for his tenth birthday, and tells you about the stars, the constellations and the nights he spends watching the sky, when his mother allows him to. And for two hours you listen to him, asking a question here or there and always smiling. He's pretty sure you're not faking being interested in what he's saying.

All too soon, your uncle tells you it's time to go and you stand up with a scowl, letting out a sigh of regret. The next moment, you flash Ivar a grin. "I had a really great time with you, thanks! I'm going back to my mom's tomorrow but I hope we can spend time together again sometime, maybe next summer. I'd love to stargaze with you, you know?" With that, you lean forward and as your lips touch his cheek, Ivar's breath catches in his throat, his heart pounding like a drum in his chest.

Ivar inhales deeply. That kiss... That's when he fell madly and hopelessly in love with you. If he concentrates enough, he can still feel the softness of your lips against his skin, still smell your sweet, flowery scent.

That day, he had watched you leave with a smile on your face, already dreaming of the day he would see you again. You had said "next summer" and even though it was a long time away, he was willing to wait. In the meantime, he would have plenty of memories to recall - your joyful voice, your sparkling eyes, your lovely smile... Sure, he could wait.

And he had waited, hopeful and happier than he had been in a long time.

Not long after, however, his life had been turned upside down, his father being murdered and his mother dying in a car crash. Lost, angry, broken, and infinitely sad, he had gone through the following months as if anesthetized - barely living, hardly functioning, sometimes feeling as if the memory of you was the only thing keeping him from drowning.

Yet, and he doesn't know why – or perhaps simply because Ragnar being dead, Harald had no reason to visit anymore – he had never seen you again.

"Hello!"

His whole body freezes and he stops breathing. This voice... Your voice... He'd know it anywhere. Yet, it can't be, right? Did he fall asleep? Is he dreaming? Is one of his brothers tricking him? Why would you talk to the cripple?

"My name is Y/N." He can hear the smile in your voice. "I was wondering... May I join you?"

Summoning the courage he's not sure he has, Ivar looks tentatively toward you.

Gods! You're even more beautiful up close. Fuck. Now that you're here, right next to him, he doesn't know what to say, what to do. Panic seizes his hammering heart as a lump rises in his throat. He attempts to swallow around it to speak, to say something, anything, but the words won't come out and he finally just nods, his hand gesturing to the bench for you to sit on.

"Thanks," you give him a broad smile before taking your seat.

Ivar cannot believe his eyes. What are you doing? Did you recognize him? Why are you here, with him?

"Woul–", he sputters, struggling to find his voice, "Wouldn't you rather be there?" Pointing his index finger at the crowd gathered in front of the makeshift stage just a few meters away. He frowns, tilting his head, "the party is in full swing."

"No, I'd rather not." You shrug and as you turn your head toward him, he breathes in your sweet scent, suddenly feeling dizzy. "The guys are already drunk and really have one thing on their minds. And those who are not are boring." You lower your gaze, as if embarrassed, and it's so adorable Ivar feels like his heart is melting. "I'd rather stay here with you, if you don't mind."

Oh, he doesn't. He doesn't mind at all. The truth is, there's a fucking firework inside of him, and he barely contains the screams of happiness that threaten to escape his lips. "That's okay, you can stay," he says instead, his fidgeting fingers dancing on his lap.

Over the next hour or so, the conversation flows easily as you speak about Karasjok, the small town where you live, telling him about your mother's people, the Sami, their culture and customs.

Ivar shares with you bits and pieces of his life too, speaking about his passion for the Viking culture and about his belief in the ancient gods. The night, his night, is full of your laughs, full of your smiles, full of you. He wants it to never end.

He's still trying to figure out if you know who he is, if you remember meeting him once when you rise to your feet, almost bouncing with enthusiasm. "Walk with me, will you?"

He's about to break the truth about his inability to walk when he remembers that actually, thanks to Floki, he can. His eyes never leave yours as he grabs his cane with a little bit of self-consciousness, wincing as he stands up, but he can't see disgust, contempt, or disappointment on your face and your smile doesn't falter as you delicately slip your hand under his free arm, curling your fingers back over it. Shaken by your sudden proximity, Ivar feels goosebumps rising on his skin.

"It's such a lovely night and I'm so happy spending it with you."

Your words leave him speechless as you lead him close to the water. A bunch of guys can be seen in the distance and Ivar is pretty sure his brothers are among them. He can feel their heavy stares on him and doesn't need to hear them to know what they're saying. "Who's this dude? Do we know him?" Standing tall, with his braided hair and a blue suit, he knows he doesn't look like himself. Yet, as he locks eyes with Hvitserk for a second, he'd sworn he sees a hint of recognition crossing his brother's face. And as the latter gives him a thumbs up, he knows his mind is not playing tricks with him.

"Oh, I love this song!" You clap your hands twice before shrugging shyly. "Let's dance, please!"

Ivar's heart breaks. Scared out of his wits, he swallows hard, his breathing uneven. "I... I can't." It's a painful admission, and he wishes the ground would just swallow him up.

He realizes you pay no mind to his defeated tone, though, as you grab his cane, leaning it against a nearby tree. "We'll go slow, I promise."

Almost in spite of himself, he places his hands on your hips as you wrap your arms around his neck. Gently – cautiously – swaying to the music, Ivar leans in close and, inhaling deeply your delightful scent, he feels like he's going to spontaneously combust. Your head resting on his chest, he's sure you can hear his frantic, pounding heartbeat. But he can't bring himself to care, not when you're finally exactly where he wants you to be. In his arms.

That's why he doesn't hear the first beep, or if he does, he doesn't pay any attention, entranced by your beauty, your kindness and the mesmerizing color of your eyes.

But when you stop dancing, your eyebrows raised, "What's that beeping noise? It doesn't stop," he hears it too, cold sweats washing over him as panic courses through his body.

"I... I must... I must go," he stammers, and honestly he's about to throw up. He can't think, can't speak. All he knows is that he doesn't want you seeing him crawling around. He won't allow it. He can't.

Fuck.

That's why he leaves. He just strolls off. He doesn't see the appalled look you're giving him, doesn’t' realize he's leaving his black cane behind, doesn't hear the despair in your tone as you shout, "wait, please! I don't even know your name!"

He has only taken a few steps when crocodile tears run down his cheeks, blurring his sight. It hurts so much he could scream, and he can barely breathe as the realization starts to sink in. Who was he trying to fool? Sigurd had been right all along. No matter the exoskeleton, no matter the genius of his godfather, he's still a freak. A monster. An abnormality.

He doesn't belong. He's not worthy.

Fuck.

His heart shatters in a thousand pieces.

Fuck.

Y/N.

Fuck.

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Marvelous Friends part 1

Summary: You join your best friend at a party, and meet the man of your dreams?

Characters: Reader, Benedict Cumberbatch x Sophie Hunter, RDJ x Susan Downey, Sebastian Stan, Chris Evans

Warnings: cursing, reader in over her head, bad writing...

“Oh, for fuck’s sake Aaron, you are supposed to be preventing these things, not causing them“ you scream into your cell phone so agitated by this whole thing that you aren’t even aware that there are people watching you from the window.

You stepped outside trying to not cause a scene or god forbid have Sophie’s kids hear you and repeat anything you might say. You finally hang up and throw your phone across the lawn as Benedict comes out the door to check on you.

“Everything ok dear?” he approaches you with a smirk knowing full well that you are irritated beyond rational conversation. “Can I get you anything?” he asks. Turning to face him now that you’ve taken a few deep breaths,

“I think I need a new manager, got any good ones lying around?” you reply.

“Holy Shit! That was your manager! I just thought your husband was in the doghouse! Hi, I’m Robert” he sticks out his hand and you shake it, thankfully you are still too riled up to get star struck and make a fool of yourself.

“Hi, sorry, I didn’t intend to be that loud, but that man is an absolute jackass! I’m Y/N” you respond as you blow out some air and try to calm down.

“Y/N darling, you need a drink, let me make you a martini”

“No, Benny, I’m your babysitter tonight and you know one martini turns into 5” you smirk as you follow the two of them back into the house.

Sophie is coming down the stairs and her smile disappears when she sees your red face and Benedict heading toward the kitchen. “Y/N, what happened? Are you ok?” she asks, her voice thick with worry.

“Oh Phie, I’m fine, Aaron is just trying my patience and I couldn’t stay quiet” you smile as she wraps you in a hug, then busts out laughing.

“Well, that’s a long time coming, I’m not sure how you have worked with him this long without bloodshed” she quips as Benedict hands you a cup of tea.

“I’m not that bad to work with, I just don’t like my personal life to be used without my permission. Ugh, I just don’t have the energy for him today, I wanted to come and have fun with Kit, Hal & Finn” you whine as you sip your tea “but apparently the drama pays off because this is the best cup of tea Benny has ever made for me, thank you” you reach up and peck his cheek “I’m feeling better already.”

“Good, because the boys have a list of fun for you tonight and they are extremely excited.” Sophie responds “Oh, and this is Susan, Robert’s wife”

“It’s nice to meet you, now you all go on and have a lovely dinner and don’t worry about us” you smile to the couples as you head upstairs to check on the kids.

Three hours later the two couples walk back into the house to find you frantically typing on your laptop at the breakfast bar in the kitchen, with a cold cup of tea next to you. You jump when you hear someone clear their throat, not realizing they had come in and were all staring at you.

“What? Why are you all staring at me?” you ask.

Sophie shakes her head and giggles at you “we asked if you wanted to join us for a drink, apparently you are very focused on your work and didn’t even hear us come in.”

“Sorry, I was planning my wedding” you reply with a smirk “Kit proposed again, actually, I’m not sure this was a proposal, it was more or less a list of reasons why my previous decline is not being accepted. Apparently, age is just a number and I can move to England right away, so the wedding is next week” you explain as you follow the others over to the bar.

Benedict turned around with a guilty look on his face, “what did you do?” his wife asks with a pointed glare. “I was reassuring our son that if he liked someone and made his intentions known then any girl would be lucky to have him, but in my defense, I thought he was talking about that little girl down the street, Madison. They were playing yesterday and he seemed smitten, so when he mentioned his love living in the US and not in England…..I was trying to help” he huffed out as he started pouring the drinks.

You all start laughing and realize that since it’s Benedict’s fault, he will have to break it to Kit that you will not be marrying him next week. “Why do I have to be the bad guy here? It was an accident!” Ben protests “and why didn’t you just tell him you have a boyfriend already and can’t marry him?”

“Because I would never lie to Kit” you respond, sipping your martini. “I haven't really met anyone since I moved back from Vancouver, a few dates here or there but no one to write home about" you say with a shrug “Well, in that case, can I give you away at the wedding?” Robert asks and thankfully lightens the mood. It was another two hours of drinking and laughing with your oldest and newest friends before you all decide to call it a night.

“Y/N, Robert and I are having friends over to our place on Sunday, we would love for you to be there” Susan states as they are heading toward the door. “That’s so sweet, thank you, I’ll just tag along as an extra Cumberbatch” you tell her as you hug her goodbye.

You wake the next morning and know that you have a ton of work to do and 0 motivation. Deciding to distract yourself as best you can, you text Sophie about the party at Susan & Robert’s.

So what kind of party is this thing tomorrow?

Phie: They usually have 30 or so people, tons of food, drinks, but very laid back. I think you will like it

That’s reassuring, the last thing I need is to make a fool out of myself in front of Ben’s celebrity friends

Phie: Oh, there will definitely be celebs there, but honestly I have no idea who, most likely a bunch of the Marvel crew, those who are in town anyway….but don’t stress, they are all mostly normal people, lol

Well, I’m going to work on some writing and then maybe try to find something nice to wear to the party, I might make a fool of myself, but I need to look like I have my act together

Phie: Send me pics, I’ll help you decide….btw Ben has been questioning me on your dating habits, I have a funny feeling that he might try to set you up...

Well, that sounds dreadful, I love your husband but what is his track record for match making?

Phie: I don't think he's actually ever tried to set anyone up before

Fantastic, I'm the guinea pig 🙄

Ok, what do you think of these, I don’t want to be overdressed or look like I’m homeless

Phie: I love them both, but how about you were the short one & I borrow the blue one?

That is a great idea! I’ll be there a bit early so we can get ready together. Who is staying home with the boys?

Phie: Actually, day time parties with the Downey’s usually includes the kids, so they will be joining us

Time for the party came earlier than you had anticipated as you pulled up to Phie’s house, Kit came running out the door with a big smile on his face. Crouching down you scooped him into a hug and kissed his cheek.

“Well aren’t you in a good mood today, handsome?” asking as you set him back down. He grabbed your hand and began dragging you back to the house.

“Mum told me we can’t get married next week, but I can still love you for the rest of my life, isn’t that great!” he exclaimed as you walked in the front door.

“That is the best thing I’ve heard all week! And I get to love you for the rest of my life too” you reply watching the realization hit him and his smile get even bigger and run off to tell everyone the good news. Before you could do anything, you went back out to your car and grabbed your bags and then headed up to Phie’s bedroom to get ready.

“There you are, I was beginning to worry” she said as she pecked your cheek and gave you a hug, then handed you a glass.

“Did you start day drinking without me?” you inquire as you sip on the merlot with a smile on your face.

“I just opened the bottle for us to enjoy while we get ready. I spoke with Kit and the wedding is off but he understands and all is well. Benedict tried and, just made everything messier” she responded while pulling the blue dress from the garment bag.

“You did a fantastic job, he gave me the biggest hug and seems very happy that we will not be getting married” you giggle as you move around her room figuring out the best place to put your things.

“I think he’ll be more upset about you taking off next week than anything, that’s why I’m not planning on telling him until after you’ve gone. He has grown really attached to you” she smirks as she’s slipping the dress on.

Before you realize it, the wine bottle is empty and Ben is knocking on the door.

“You two look amazing as always, but the car is here, so we need to head out. Can you bring Kit down with you while I go down and get Hal & Finn seated in the car?” he asks as Kit comes in and gasps looking up at his mom.

“Mum, you look like a princess” he hugs her legs and looks up at her lovingly.

“Thank you love, you look very handsome. Are you ready to go? Do you have your bag?” she asks while rubbing his back.

“Oh, I need to get that, and can I give Y/N her present now?” You look over a bit confused

“oh Kit, you didn’t have to get me a gift” you tell him as he gives you a hug.

“But it’s important to show the people you love how special they are, I’ll be right back” he states as he heads back downstairs. You look at Sophie confused and she just smirks at you as both follow him down to the kitchen. He holds up a cupcake with a huge grin on his face.

“This is for you, because you are as sweet as a cupcake. And that’s a ring you can wear to remind you that you are wonderful when I’m not here to tell you.”

You feel like you are about to cry, it was by far the most sincere and thoughtful thing you have ever heard. “Thank you! I love it & I love you!” you told him as you kissed his forehead and put the ring on.

“Alright, let’s get going Kit, dad and your brothers are in the car waiting for us!” Sophie grabbed his hand and laced your arm with hers as she ushered you all out the door.

Stepping out of the car at the Downey’s house you started walking towards the door when Kit came up and grabbed your hand.

“Can I be your date tonight?” he asked with a shy grin.

“Absolutely! There’s no one else I would want to accompany me tonight.”

Ben turns to you, holding Hal & Finn “remember Kit, the kids are going to be playing upstairs, but you can join us when you get hungry, alright?”

“Yes, dad, but Y/N is still my girl” he stated proudly as you walked through the door.

“That’s right Ben, I’m Kit’s girl!” you lean down and kiss the top of his head just before he heads up the stairs with his dad. Sophie grabbed your arm and the two of you headed further into the house.

Robert spotted you almost immediately and came over hugging you both “where is the fiance? Are all the details in place for the ceremony? I’m still walking you down the aisle right?”

“Hi Robert, I’m sorry but the ceremony has been cancelled. Sophie was able to talk some sense into Kit since Benny was useless” you reply.

“I heard that!” Ben remarks as he’s coming into the room. “And in my defense, I’m not useless, just not very good at telling my son no.”

“It’s alright dahling, you tried your best.” Sophie tried to console Benedict who seemed to take your statement to heart.

“Well, I’m glad you made it, can I get you a drink?” Susan asked as an attempt to move on to a more neutral conversation.

“Yes, please” you replied happily as you followed her to the bar.

“Y/N? Y/N L/N? Holy Shit!” You heard from the doorway to the next room, where most of the party goers had already gathered. You turned and was shocked

“Seb? Holy Shit! How are you?” you asked as you moved over to hug him. “It’s been so long, I’m surprised you recognized me.”

“I’m good” he responded “and yea, it’s been like...10 years? And you look great, haven’t aged a bit!”

You laughed at his response “that is an absolute lie, but I will take the compliment anyway.” you giggle at him. He was always such a nice guy to work with and genuinely considerate to everyone on set. His charming personality always made you smile.

“This is so great running into you, I saw your interview on Good Day LA last week. You are doing so great!” he said with a huge smile.

“Oh thanks, but I think that may have been the worst interview in the history of television. I was honestly hoping no one saw it” you cringed rethinking how quickly the questions had gone off the rails. You are a writer, becoming more well known over the past decade so interviews were becoming more common for you, but that one felt more like a Twilight Zone episode.

“Well, it was a bit crazy, but you handled a lot better than most people would. I was impressed” he grinned as he took a sip of his beer.

“Thanks, I appreciate that, and my whole deer in headlights reaction.” you commented as you took the drink Susan offered.

“Hey, I didn’t know you knew each other?” you heard Robert say as he came up from behind you “and what happened in the interview?”

“Yea, I was writing for Gossip Girl, back when Seb was on and he was constantly teasing me for being cold” you reminded him with a smirk.

“New York in fall is beautiful, not cold! You are crazy!” he responds as he starts laughing at me.

“And the interview was a shit show that I barely made it out alive” you state with a roll of your eyes.

“That’s not true, you put that woman in her place and didn’t seem fazed by her ridiculous questions at all” he told me.

“What the hell happened?” Robert seemed more interested than I thought he would

“we were talking about my new book and the book tour coming up, then all of a sudden she’s asking me about my ex” I responded as I shrugged my shoulders. Sebastian looked at me “then, the woman asks if she’s seeing anyone now, and your response was priceless, I might steal it if you don’t mind” he states as he’s laughing remembering the interview.

“Y/N, dear, what did you say?” Robert asks with a smirk.

“I asked her ‘why? Are you shooting your shot?” as you start laughing too, realizing that you probably couldn’t have planned it if you tried. At this point you realize there are more of the Marvel friends standing around listening to your conversation and you don’t even care.

Your first drink is kicking in and it’s not like you are ever going to see these people again. “Honestly, I don’t know why she even mentioned my ex, nobody cares who I’m dating, I’m a writer”

“Yes, but when us writers date high profile celebrities, people want to know” Sophie reminds you as she puts her arm around you.

“Oh Phie, high profile is a bit of a stretch doncha think? But you are always my voice of reason, this is why I love you!” you say as you kiss her cheek. Looking around the room you wonder if there’s anyone else here you know, when you see Chris Evans on the other side of the room.

Benedict immediately follows your line of sight and smirks before taking your empty glass. “I think you need a refill, here allow me, why don't you and Sophie go find a place to chat.”

His wife shakes her head and gives you a small sympathetic smile before sending him back for refills. Sophie drags you further into the room and finds a spot to sit that gives you a better view of Mr. Evans.

“I didn’t realize you knew Sebastian” she said as she sat.

“Yea, we worked together when I was living in NY, that was 10 or 12 years ago. I didn’t know you knew him” you respond. She looks at you questioningly, then shakes her head.

“All the Marvel people know each other, you still haven’t watched the movies, have you?”

“Um, I haven’t seen all of them, there are a lot, but I did watch Doctor Weirdo, and Benny was very good!” you respond quite proud of yourself.

“Bloody hell! It’s Doctor Strange, we’ve had this discussion before” Ben states as he hands you your fresh drink.

“Ok, I’m sorry. Doctor Strange, although I don’t think that’s much better than Doctor Weirdo. And in my defense, your facial hair in the movie gave me nightmares'' you say as you sip on your drink.

“Anyway, did the ex contact you after the interview? I’m just curious?” Ben asks, rolling his eyes at you.

You scrunch up your nose at the question “no, why would he? I haven’t spoken to him in the last four years. And honestly I'm sure he deleted my number. Can we talk about anyone else?"

"Yes, what's the schedule on the book tour? How long will you be gone?" Sophie acts trying to defuse the irritation in your voice with the mention of your ex.

You can tell by the way she's glancing at her husband that she's trying to figure out why he brought up your ex knowing full well that if he had contacted you, she would have been the first one to know about it..

"Oh I'm flying out next Sunday, heading for NYC, then I'll be in Boston for 2 days, then a day In Philly, a day in Baltimore and I'm not 100% of the cities after that, other than ending up the following week in Miami so I can be with the family for spring break" you mention to them.

"Did I hear you say you are only going to Boston for 2 days, that's not nearly long enough" you hear a deep voice state as you look up and see Chris Evan's standing next to Seb and walking closer to you.

Holding out his hand "I'm Chris, I don't think we've met" he states.

You plaster the most sincere smile you can on your face in hopes of not drooling at the sight of him, shaking his hand "I'm Y/N, and yes, this tour is only 2 days in Boston, but I lived there for 5 years so I’ve seen quite a bit already” you respond.

“Huh? For someone who’s cold all the time, you seem to wind up in colder climates” Seb laughs at you. “Shut up! You are the worst!” you respond with a laugh.

“It’s true though, darling. And you always call me to complain about it!” Sophie responds with a smirk.

“OK, in my defense, Boston was a needed escape from my family, whom I love dearly but can be quite suffocating at times. Then Chicago was my first real job after graduation and I couldn’t pass that up! And as my best friend, Phie, you are required to listen to all my complaining, regardless of the topic” you state matter of factly.

“And last year in Vancouver, that was the worst yet, she would send me photos of eyelashes with ice crystals on them” Sophie laughs remembering your first winter in Canada and how miserable you were.

“That was awful and you and Benny both ridiculed me, I’m still emotionally scared”

“So, you don’t like the cold but keep torturing yourself?” Chris asks with a smirk.

“It appears I do, but it’s always for good reason. Chicago was an opportunity I couldn’t resist, if I had taken that job, I probably wouldn't have published my first novel” you explain with fondness.

“That’s not true, Y/N. Your first novel was incredible and it would have been published eventually” Ben states as he takes your empty glass.

“Benedict has read my book?” you asked Sophie completely shocked.

“He has read all of your novels, but I think the first 3 was trying to find juicy gossip on how we met or something to try and blackmail you later, I’m not quite sure” she responds with a shrug.

“Hold on” Seb interjects “your book, Searching for more, is about Sophie?”

“Yes, and no” you respond “the adventure that Annabell has is loosely based on my summer after high school before moving to Boston. And her new found friend, Fiona, is Sophie to a T! And I’m also shocked that you’ve read it” you eyed him suspiciously.

“Ok, so you really married a French man when you were 18 and brought him back with you?” Seb asks, completely disregarding that you questioned him about reading the book. How did your day turn out like this? This was the most surreal moment you have had in a long time.

“No, he wasn’t French, he was Belgian!” Benedict responds as he comes back in with refills. You start laughing when you see the way Chris and Seb are staring at you wide eyed.

“Oh my gosh! No, I didn’t get married when I was 18. And Benny, you weren't there, you don’t know anything” shaking your head. “Annabelle’s story is loosely based on events that occurred, we didn’t get married…..and he was Swiss, I think.” you snicker when you look over at Sophie for confirmation, she shrugs and takes a drink.

The five of you continue to chat for another hour or so when you feel a tap on your shoulder. You turn to see Kit smiling at you with a cup in his hand “I missed you” he states as he climbs up into your lap and hugs you around your neck.

“I missed you too little man, do anything fun while you were upstairs?” you asked as he made himself more comfortable.

“I didn’t know you had a kid” Seb says as you are trying to balance the 5 year old in your lap with your drink in your hand.

Kit looks up at him “she’s not my mum, she’s my girl! That’s my mum” he states as he points to Sophie.

“Oh, well, it’s nice to meet you, I’m Seb, this is my friend Chris. What’s your name?” he asks while Kit plops himself in the middle of the group as though he should have been there all along.

“I’m Kit” he states as he extends his hand to both Chris and Sebastian.

“So, she’s your girl, huh?” Chris asks with a smirk “is it serious?”

“Very! He gave me a ring today, see.” showing Chris your right hand and the Wonder Woman ring.

“Wait a minute, the wedding is cancelled, but you still gave her a ring? I’m not sure that’s how it works buddy” Robert kneels down talking to Kit.

“it’s ok, I get to love her forever and we can get married when I’m 30!” Kit explains as he rushes off to join the other kids.

You all turn and look at Sophie “I thought you fixed it Phie! You’ve just given him a deadline!" you gasp.

She smiles at you with a guilty look on her face "I think you might need to grab a bite to eat before you have another drink. And honestly, I'm sure he will forget all about this in a few months. Besides, I won't let my 30 year old son marry some 60 something year old hag that's after him for his money!" she states as seriously as possible.

You deadpan "thanks for that. I need a new best friend" you roll your eyes and head towards the food.

"Well, I didn't see that coming" Robert chuckles as he watches the two of you walk out of the room.

"That actually went better than I expected" Ben responds and shakes his head, "those two are worse than siblings."

A/N: I had an idea of who the ex is, but I may just leave it open for interpretation, he does come into the story later, but can remain faceless

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buckyjamess-archive · 3 years

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𝓻𝓸𝓼𝓲𝓮 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓲 ❁ 𝓫𝓾𝓬𝓴𝔂 𝓫𝓪𝓻𝓷𝓮𝓼

chapter eighteen • a/n: last chapter folks- wanna thank all those who interacted/read it, I hope you enjoyed it! ♡ gonna miss these fools, ngl • wordcount: 2k • warnings: nothing but fluff. Parenthood. Babies. Kids.

summary

going through rough years after losing your husband, you try to raise your daughter the best you can. With the help from the wilson's you make the best of it but the road is bumpy when sam introduces you to his friend.

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His hands are warmer and maybe even bigger as his fingers are intertwined with yours, gently swaying back and forth, his thumb rubbing the back of your hand or a light squeeze to remind you he's still there.

a few steps ahead, rosie groans, huffs and puffs as she pushes the stroller the best she can. Talking to her little brother who gurgles back just as much.

"You're really heavy!"

a soft pink, round handbag with minnie mouse printed on the front hangs loosely in Steve's other hand. Handed to him seconds after leaving the restaurant by Rosie herself as she offered to push her little brother back home. A heavy diaper bag he'd taken off the stroller to take away some weight, hangs of his shoulder– you told him you could carry one of the two but Steve being Steve, refused your offer and instead clamped his hand in yours.

A day out planned by the man walking next to you. A day with the four of you, letting Rosie and JJ get used to Steve being around for more than the two hours every night before getting tucked in. That Steve wasn't just a friend anymore– though Rosie 'just knew' when you told her Steve was more than a friend, a special friend.

'I don't kiss my friends like that'

Rosie didn't mind, or at least you think. She was good with everyone, stranger or not. Opening up to Steve wasn't a problem, becoming friends with Steve came easy for the girl.

And bucky, bucky would always be dad.

'Now I have three daddies. My real daddy, my normal daddy and steve.'

And though you never intended to let Steve in your life so quickly, it became serious pretty fast.

Delicately glueing back each other's pieces left of a broken heart; giving solace, a shoulder to cry on and someone to hold. Steve and you never intended to become this, you were just friends, used-to-be-coworkers. It happened. Bucky no longer floating through your head every other minute or feeling that ache in your chest– just you and Steve and for now after the heartbreak Bucky caused you could in all honesty say that Steve Rogers treated you better than anyone ever did.

The stroller comes to a halt when Rosie stills in front of the apartment block. She let's go of the stroller and places both hands on her sides, bright yellow sunglasses resting on the bridge of her nose, she sighs heavily.

"That was heavy."

You and Steve chuckle at Rosie her stance as if an old man admiring his self-built furniture, sarcasm dripping from her body yet as innocent as can be.

"I bet it was, kid."

"Yes, JJ eats too much."

"Says the girl who ate all my fries."

Letting go of your hand, Steve hands Rosie back her own bag which she happily takes– slipping the diaper bag from his shoulder, you wrap your hand around it and carefully toss it over your own. Hand digging in to find your keys. Taking the few steps up the building, you push open the door and watch how Steve casually carries the stroller and JJ up the steps and follows Rosie in the building.

The walk to the elevator is short, the three of you and the stroller packed tight in the small space– you stay quiet, watching the interaction between Rosie and Steve, your heart grows ten times its size. You thank the gods above for giving you all these amazing men in your life, even if they broke your heart in different ways- teaching you the ways of life, giving the best things to ever exist, trusting you, caring about you..loving you.

Riley, your first real love. The one that changed your life forever. Teaching the ropes of this crazy thing called adult life. Be the calm to your chaos. Showed you love like you'd never had before– sure enough about it all to put a ring around your finger and giving you the most important job of them all; be a mother to a beautiful, funny and feisty daughter. Riley who gave you real heartbreak, leaving an empty hole in your heart and took a piece of your soul with him

Sam who stood by your side through it all. Going through the process together of losing a spouse and partner on the field. Your shoulder to lean on when things got rough, a friend of your man turned into your best friend– showing you the meaning of family by letting you into his own.

Bucky who stole your heart so fast, you never had a chance to let it settle– a wild man willing to wait. A wild man who showed you that life after Riley could be something beautiful; taught you how to love again, brought you back to life and gave you the gift you call your son, gave Rosie a father figure. Bucky the best mistake you'd ever made in your life.

And maybe all these men were needed to get you with the one. Without Riley no Sam and without Sam no Bucky, and you'd never have met Steve if you didn't move to Brooklyn. All these men lead you to him.

Steve. The man who picked up the pieces and put them back together– the man you so desperately needed in your life. The calm that Riley once gave you and the wild and silly bucky once showed. The one for real this time.

Even if things didn't go your way, men changing every chapter of your book– life was pretty amazing.

Steve must've seen the slight wobble of your chin and your eyes filling with tears. His firm hand back into yours, you look up to meet his blues, you shoot him a tight lipped smile.

"Mommy, why are you crying?"

You inhale deeply, quickly wiping away the tears that have made their way down your cheeks and not trusting your own voice, you smile at your daughter but shrug.

"You know what I think?" Steve quips, the hand that's intertwined with yours now snaking around your waist to pull you ever closer into his side "I think mom's just really happy."

Rosie nods unsure but gives a toothy grin "then I'm happy too, then we're all happy."

"Then we're all happy."

He reads you like an open book, something you got to love and hate over the last few weeks. Nitpicking little flaws to get under your skin or be the biggest sap whenever you're feeling down; he knows you like the back of his hand.

"This is so stupid," you breath out a shaky chuckle "Jesus, I'm crying in an elevator–"

"It's not stupid," Steve reassures "we're all just very happy, right?"

"Yeah." You nod.

Squeezing your side, Steve let's you know he's there and plants a kiss to your temple before resting his chin upon your head.

"I love you, sweetheart."

Bucky can't quite believe it himself; just a month ago he labeled Steve Rogers as his arch enemy and wish bad things upon the blonde and now, now bucky hopes and wishes the blonde would treat you better than anyone else– welcomed Steve into the mess.

At ease, okay, alright but above all grateful. You didn't kick him out of your life or that of his kids– you wouldn't be the first mother to do such a thing, he's seen it on TV multiple times. Bucky's grateful that you and him still were a thing just not the same. Parents of your kids, friends.

Though jealousy would strike once in a while and he reminded himself of the mistake he'd made, It was good this way.

Big helium balloons in the shape of letters and numbers float above the table shoved against the wall, reading 'JJ 1 YEAR'. Silver birthday garlands hanging from ceilings along the baby blue and white balloons– table filled with snacks, gifts and drinks. Cramped in your apartment but done together– texting back and forth, nights of planning brought you all here, JJ his first birthday.

Friends and family here to celebrate something the two of you made from love.

Bucky leans against the kitchen bar, one hand tucked deep into the pocket of his jeans and the other wrapped around a bottle of beer. Eyes upon the small crowd gathered and lands on Steve, barely on his knees next to a side table, small plastic tiara on his head as Rosie applies makeup on the guy's face from the set she'd just got as a gift from uncle Sam.

Bucky smiles, at least you picked a child magnet, a guy who'll love his kids as much as the two of you do.

Bucky scans the crowd again and spots you without any problem, another smile on his face at the sight of his godchild hailey holding JJ, probably gossiping around with you.

It's good this way.

"Hey man."

Snapping out of his own world, Bucky meets the eyes of a man he hasn't spoken to in months; sam. Not since he got to learn about Bucky's mistake.

"Hey." Bucky shoots him a tight lipped smile.

Standing still next to Bucky, Sam leans against the bar in the same stance and follows Bucky's gaze to the crowd to you, his son and hailey.

"He looks like you." Sam confesses "scary."

Letting his head fall, Bucky chuckles and nods "at least we know it's mine."

Sam chuckles along till it dies down, silence falling over both men as they keep watching the scene in front of them. How you leave Hailey with her nephew and mingle with some friends– bucky can feel Sam's eyes burning on his face.

"Told you so, didn't I?"

Bucky snorts "Let's not go there, I've learned my lesson."

"Do you?" Sam quips with a grin on his face "No new love on the horizon?"

Bucky nods, he has learned his lesson and he knows he'll never find someone like you again– he has definitely learned his lesson and definitely not ready for something new.

"No man, I'm going to focus on my kids." Bucky breathes out a soft chuckle "apparently I still have two."

"Rosie loves you– I have to thank you for that, giving Rosie a father figure."

"Wouldn't trade it for anything else."

"I know."

Another, comfortable silence falls like a thick blanket. Knowing each other well enough to know what they're thinking– a smile creeping on both men's faces at the sight of you pushing yourself past some people and beelining towards the duo.

"Mind If I join?"

Scooting aside, both Sam and bucky make space for you in between and your arm that snakes around Bucky's back gives him a warm and fuzzy feeling– he pulls you closer into his side with his arm dropped over your shoulder

"A year ago you nearly passed out." You mumble softly

"I didn't pass out." Bucky scoffs

"I said nearly–"

"Not even nearly."

"The nurses had to sit you down."

"They never–"

"They did!"

It's a game of back and forth, getting underneath each other's skin and Bucky hopes things like this will never change even if you decided to spend the rest of your life with steve. The silly arguments, the silly fights and the lame jokes– bucky would be alright as long as that stayed.

The squeeze around his side makes Bucky aware you're still there. Locking eyes with yours, one's he's found himself lost in many times before, he copies your smile.

"What?"

"Nothing– we did good." You state.

Though things didn't go the way it was supposed to, the two of you did good indeed, more than good even.

"I think we did amazing." Bucky smiles back.

Wrapping his arm around your shoulder a bit tighter, he places a quick kiss on your forehead before following your gaze into the crowd, his daughter, his son, his family and steve.

It's good this way.

"So, guys," Sam clears his throat from beside you "really gotta know what happened on hailey her birthday party that day."

"No, you don't." You and Bucky chuckle in unison "you really don't."

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devotion · 3 years

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the boy with a cute face → p.p

summary: you reminisce the time when peter was nervous asking you out on your first date.

notes: for @theamazingtomholland 's writing challenge! prompt in bold. <3

word count: 1.3k+ | p.p masterlist

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"no, i was perfectly normal asking you out then." peter huffed.

you snickered, "yeah right, define normal."

he knew you secretly loved retelling the story when peter first tried to sweep you off your feet ─ purely for the way he acted: cute, shy and so endearing. you'd squeeze his cheeks together and attack his face and neck with kisses when he would get embarrassed about it, the warmth you already had in your heart for him would increase tenfold.

without a doubt, he loved it too.

"i'll show you normal." that being said, peter came close to you, his hands finding their way to your stomach as you physically prepared for what was to come. usually when either of you tickled the other, it would end up in a big cuddle session as you tried to slow your breathing down. so this time, you didn't mind it.

it was bizarre that at one point in his life, peter found you intimidating. this intelligent girl that for whatever reason wanted to be his friend. he even would find it hard to utter just the simple few words like 'yeah, that's the answer' or 'no no, she gave the homework yesterday,' because of how the words would form a lump in his throat - unwillingly - nevermind holding a conversation with you. however, as time went by, luckily peter realised you were just as dorky as he was. there was really nothing intimidating about you.

and maybe, he began to start liking how you were around him. carefree, enthusiastic and all in all, you were just very breathtaking to look at.

what peter didn't know - at the time - was that you didn't refer to him by his name to your friends. just something along the lines of 'that very cute guy'. you always missed the smirks on your friends' faces when you'd get carried away by gushing how good he is at physics and spanish - the only classes you sat cat close to him with.

and with that, it took a few attempts from your friends to give peter the courage to ask you out. you didn't know what you would do without them if he hadn't. for that day particularly holds a special place in your heart.

you remembered the way he stumbled whilst he walked to you, tripping over nothing, since ned had shoved him towards you. what made the matter worse was dropping a few books in the process.

you posed, "you okay?" after you picked up his chemistry book and gave it to him. frantic, peter shoved them into his backpack.

"yeah yeah, i-" entranced by your presence once again, and the little physical contact when he took his book from you. yet, he had to shake out of his stupor once he realised that your friends were around you too.

he immediately gulped; they were a tad bit terrifying when they decided to step in between the two of you and help you out. you excused their behaviour just this once as they didn't want to see you a heartbroken mess after your breakup months prior with your ex.

realising this, you ushered your friends to their lockers, saying to them that you'd come in a bit once you were done.

smiling, you took hold of his arm, and brought him to the side. "you were saying?"

the pressure seemingly lessened without your friends eagle-eyeing him down, "i- i- needed some help with the chemistry assignment we had which is due tomorrow."

"peter, i'm not in your chemistry class." you responded but instead of rejecting him like that, you continued, "i could ask one of my friends actually-" your hand and thumb pointed to somewhere behind you.

as soon as you're about to leave with "i'll go get her" peter immediately reacted by clutching your hand and squeaking, "don't go! don't go!"

upon registering the alarming look on your face straight away, he apologised a couple of times. peter was already making a fool of himself and he wondered why you hadn't left his foolish self alone by then. surely he looked like an idiot.

but that fact was that you stayed. stayed with him through thick and thin. stayed with him from the very beginning.

you remembered staring at each other for a while after he apologised, paying no heed to the usual racket in the hallway.

eventually, you cleared your throat and it's like you felt a tension in the air that wasn't needed. so, you quipped,

"you have a crush on me or something?"

peter was quick to say, "no! of course not!" he crossed his arms, hands rushing to his underarms to rub the ink that was on them. written were the things he would say to you as an aid - whether or not he got stuck in asking you to come to his birthday party over the summer.

you still mimic the way he does that even now. you realise how he absent-mindedly does it whatever the mood he's in. but you do it now because it's the first thing you noticed him doing when he got flustered back then. and it reminded you how your love so young sprung from something so simple.

reflecting on this, peter wondered how if he never had that encounter with you, things would have been different. he shouldn't have asked, but he did anyway, fiddling with the hem of his jumper that you wore, "would you...ever consider getting back with your ex?"

"my ex? yeah, i'd hit that," you teased whilst peter widened his eyes at your comment, "this time with a car or a baseball bat."

he chuckled after he exhaled the breath he didn't know he was holding in, pecking your neck which was followed by a teasing bite.

"you always know how to give me heart palpitations, don't you, babe?"

"well, that's tragic," you replied, tilting your head and smiling up at him. amused, he closed his eyes, a grin adorning his face as he rested it afterwards in the crook of your neck. all what blossomed in the air was the peace and serenity that you both loved sharing every so often - compared to the times you both liked being your chaotic selves.

it was all calming until a police siren was heard out and the two of you shared a knowing look.

"saved by the siren, huh." you said as you sat up, disentangling yourself from peter's warm embrace.

"what do you mean saved. now i'm deprived of the everlasting love you give me." he pouted, still getting his suit ready and retrieving his mask from the bedside table as he said so.

you rolled your eyes, watching him make his way to your window, landing on the fire escape swiftly. but he turned around before he had to run off, looking at you with pleading eyes as he puckered up his lips.

"only you would hold up your duties just for a stupid kiss."

"i cherish all my kisses with you, y/n." he simpered, watching you get off the bed and come to him, "and no, how dare you say your kisses are stupid."

you melted instantly when his lips met yours─although it was difficult with your upper body only supported by the windowsill─and let go once his gloved hand caressed your cheek.

with one last kiss on your nose, he spoke, "save me the cookie dough?"

"sure thing, spidey." you gave him a little wave, in which he returned and pulled on his mask. running backwards, peter blew you a kiss and when he saw you catch it, he was off - shooting a web off into the distance.

you thought about him with much adoration for a while after; a happy and tingling feeling etched the depths of your heart and words couldn't suffice how much you loved him.

the boy with a cute face was yours. and he always will be.

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fivefeetfear · 3 years

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Chp 3

I am so happy you guys love the story! Thank you for all your support!

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It was nearly 1 o'clock pm and (Y/N) stood nervously in the crowd of her students. They all stood in a circle as they had a dance battle with one another as the speakers shook the room. Some did solo routines and others did groups, it was all in good competitive fun. Class ended earlier than expected since (Y/N) kinda breezed through the lesson completely thrilled to see the shy gem again! So her pupils decided to have a bit of fun before calling it a day. (Y/N) watched the entrances of the classroom waiting to spot Spinel. She couldn't get that cute gem out of her mind all day! With her spiky ponytails and big ol eyes! And the accent! Oh goodness, the accent! It made her very gem melt! The short gem dazed off as she fiddles with the ends of her locks, happily daydreaming.

"Ms. (Y/N) why don't you join in on the fun." A pink emerald student asked.

"Yeah! Show them how it's done!" A yellow sapphire encourages. (Y/N) shifts her (E/C) eyes to the two gems and flashes them an apologetic smile.

"Not today." She declines as she looked back to the time; three more minutes. The two students shrug as they went back to join the fun.

"Oh please, you’ll be on the floor once that spinel walks right through the door. You are sooooo predictable (Y/N)." Amber comments with a playful smirk on her face. (Y/N) playfully scowls the beefy gem as she crosses her arms over her chest taking a confident stance.

"For your information, I am not!" she sass while she walked to the enormous mirror that took up the front of the classroom and readjusted her hair. She put it in an updo to keep the locks out of her face while she was teaching her class. The curvy gem eyes scan over her outfit to make sure she looked presentable for her guest. She wore a loose shirt that showed her bando bra from the sides, cute shorts paired with some simple dancing shoes.

"Then why you trying to look cute for?" Amber quips making the short gem rolls her eyes.

"I am not, this is how I always dress." She informs.

"Mhm, I'd say your shorts are a bit shorter than your usual pair. I can almost see your-." (Y/N) whines loudly as she threw her head back. Goodness, she hated being called out especially by Amber. She wouldn’t stop bothering her until she gave up.

"Fine! I'm showing off a bit, sue me!" she conceded with her cheeks puffed out childishly. Amber chuckle as she places her hands on her hips and glances down at her friend.

"Well then, I would suggest you get a move on to the dance floor and show that spinel what she is working with because she is here." (Y/N) eyes widen as she looked at the mirror to the front door and sure enough, Spinel and Steven were here. (Y/N) felt her gem glowing on the back of her neck seeing how cute Spinel looked. She adored two low pigtails with a dark pink snapback placed on backward; a baggy magenta sweater and fitted black pants matched with dark pink sneakers. The (Y/G) chest tighten as she took in her appearance, oh goodness she so damn cute! The poor thing looked so nervous as she spoke with Steven with concern written all over her face. Oh, how she wanted to go up to her and just hug the poor girl. But her ego wouldn't allow her.

Snapping back to reality, (Y/N) held her head high as she walked into the middle of the dance floor ready to work her magic. She could hear Amber mumble "predictable" under her breath as she followed the small gem.

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Spinel and Steven made it to the dance studio right on time, and as soon as they enter the room Spinel felt completely insecure. She cast her eyes over to Steven with her head low as she shoves her hands into the pockets of the hoodie.

"Are you sure I look ok? Do you think it's too much?" She asked Steven as she looked down at her new sneakers. Amethyst had styled her today and she felt completely comfortable and herself in it, but it was still taking her time to adjust to the new look.

"You look great! Don't worry about it. Now let's find (Y/N)." Steven hums as he looked over at the crowd of gems and humans cheering, he saw Amber waving them over. The curly-headed teen instantly grabbed Spinel's hand rushing through the crowd reaching the orange gem.

"Hey, Amber, where's (Y/N)?" The human boy asked. Amber simply points over to the dance floor with a cocky smirk. Both Steven and Spinel followed the direction and sure enough, there was (Y/N) dancing to the fast tempo of the song. The pink gem held her breath as she watched the short gem dance so...so....she couldn’t find words for it! Well, she could, but it just made her cheeks hot from embarrassment at the thought of them. Magenta eyes watched as the short gem move her hips in the same way that spellbound her yesterday. (Y/N) was moving fast, her steps are carefully and coordinately placed as she moved to the upbeat rhythm. She bends and sways her body in such a way that made Spinel mind wander. Amber glanced down at the Spinel and smirk as the pink gem drooled over her friend. It was so obvious she had a huge crush on the (Y/G).

(Y/N) felt her body temperature rises when she spots the vividly colored gem in the front of the crowd watching her. This only motivated her to keep going as she turned up the heat. (Y/N) calculated the space behind her before she did three backflips in a row; she bent backwards. She then brings her legs up in the air, her shirt slid down showing off her stomach and back as she positioned herself to a perfect handstand. Spinel's eyebrow arches as she noticed a large spot of discoloration on (Y/N) back. Before Spinel could fully investigate(Y/N) came back down to a straddled split. This made her students go wild as they cheered their teacher on. Poor Spinel nearly stroked out when she saw (Y/N) ass bounce when she landed on the floor; she really could not handle this. Her whole form was on fire and it took so much will power to not pass out right now. Was she fooling herself to believe she had a chance with a gem like (Y/N)?

The (Y/G) female breathes heavily as she was bombarded with praises from her students and friends. Her laughs rings throughout the room causing Spinels chest to tighten. That laugh, it was so beautiful; it sounded like bells. And that smile, it made her stomach fussy inside. The pink gem hopes to one day be the reason behind that smile and her laugher. (Y/N) was able to redirect her student's attention else where as she quickly walks over to Spinel and Steven, she beams a bright toothy grin while she wipes the sweat from her brows.

"Hey, guys how's it going? I didn't even see ya come in." She says coolly. Amber scoffs at her words, which earned a glare from (Y/N).

"Annnyways what's the plan for today?" (Y/N) asks Steven, the boy smiles as he wraps his arm around Spinel's shoulders.

"We are going to take Spins here on a tour of the town! We can show her all the hot spots of Little Homeworld." Steven said joyfully.

"Ok sounds good! Let me change real quick and we can be on our way!" The (G/C) gem states as she walked away to another room to change. Spinel shamelessly watched (Y/N) hips sway as she walks away out of view. The pink gem felt an odd mixture of disgust and satisfaction with herself. Disgusted that she couldn't control her eyes from wandering, but satisfied to have seen more of her beauty. Like her butt is soooooo round. It was hard not to look.

The sound of someone clearing their throat snapped Spinel out of her own head; she looks over at Steven to see him smirking knowingly at her. Spinel frowns as she covered her blazing cheeks with her hands, averting her gaze to the floor embarrassed she was caught.

"Not a word." She mutters as Steven puts his hands up.

"I was only going to say was, I'll be heading out now." Spinel's head whipped up lightning speed to look at her friend with fearful eyes.

"What? You're leaving me? Alone? With her?" She felt herself beginning to panic. She clutches the sleeve of his jacket keeping him close, her eyebrows knitting together. She didn't want him to go! He can't go! Spinel's breathing was coming out rapidly and unevenly as her body felt like it turned into lead.

"Hey, calm down Spins. I'm just going to be gone for a few hours and I'll come back to get you. I'm doing this for you to expand your horizons and meet new people. Besides (Y/N) is really nice." He explains as he places his hands on Spinel's shoulder trying to sooth. She was shaking in fear as she tightens her hold on him.

"B-but what if I m-mess up? Or s-say or d-do something stupid!? What if she d-doesn't like me?! You can't just leave me!" She cried out, anxiety consuming her body. The other gems and humans that were around tried their best to mind their own business, but witnessing Spinel having a meltdown was hard to ignore. Steven shushes her softly as he grabs her hands doing his best to comfort her. Her lower lip quivers as she stares at him with glassy eyes.

"Hey, I believe you won't say or do anything stupid. You are awesome Spinel, and I'm sure (Y/N) is going to love spending time with you." He promised as he slowly let go of the worrying gem.

"If you ever need anything, you can just call me on my cellphone and I'll be back. Can you just at least try?" he asks her softly, Spinel's eyes drifted away from his gaze as she offered a weak nod.

"Good! You'll do great and have fun!" And with that Steven walked out the studio, he gave her one final wave from the wide window before disappearing.

Spinel's arms slowly coiled around herself as she gritted down on her teeth. Would she be ok? Could she do this? Of course not! (Y/N) is a ball of energy and positivity and she is just...herself. How was she supposed to keep up with her? How was she supposed to make herself interesting enough for that perfect gem? Doubt rested heavily on her shoulders as her frown deepens. (Y/N) wouldn't stay with her once she finds out Steven is gone. She could see the disappointment on her face already when she’ll learns about the boy absence. The thought of the (Y/G) eyes filling with regret at spending the day with her made her choke.

"I can't. I-I can't do this." she mutters, her feet began to walk towards the exit of the studio. She swung the door open and steps into the outside world.

"Hey Spinel wait for me!" (Y/N) cries out. The pink gem turns around to see the short girl standing beside her. She wore a cute (F/C) dress with wedges. Her hair is up in a neat ponytail showing off more of her facial features. Spinel instantly noticed the presence of makeup on her face; her lashes look darker and thicker from the mascara. Here lips shiny from the coat of lip-gloss making her lips look plump. It wasn't much and hardly noticeable but Spinel could tell.

"Where are you going? And where’s Steven?" (Y/N) asks as she searched for the half gem boy. Spinel slouches her shoulders as she avoids eye contact with the girl.

"He left." She mutters. Y/N brows quirks up as she stood before the slender gem.

"So it will just be us?" She asks curiously. Spinel nods back in response afraid to speak. (E/C) eyes widen at the news, but her gem grew warm. She was going to be alone with Spinel? She will have this cutie to herself all day? The (C/G) had to remind herself to send a thank you text to the boy. (Y/N) couldn't help the smile that stretched over her face as she nearly bounced in place.

"Ok! Come on there is so much to see!" Spinel was taken by surprise by the short gems enthusiasm as she was yanked by the hand and rushed down the road. What? She actually wants to spend the day with her? Really? Why? The pink gem found herself again in a state of confusion; things weren't connecting for her. Why would she want to hang out with her and be her friend? Spinel understand she has friends, but it took a while for her to accept that it was real. But here is this beautiful gem, nose-diving into a potential friendship with her without a second thought. In addition, Spinel didn't have to do anything to entertain her or beg (Y/N) in any way. If anything it's (Y/N) trying to entertain her! No one has ever done that for her and...and it felt amazing. It felt so damn good that someone else was initiating the friendship first that wasn't herself. This concept was difficult for the pink gem to wrap her head around, she was about to dismiss her own theory. That all quickly changed when (Y/N) flashes a genuine smile, it brought Spinel to tears. She really did want to spend the day with her, she truly did. The fear and doubt that was manifesting insider her core subsided and was replaced with excitement. Spinel tightens her grip on (Y/N) hand as she too started to pick up pace as she raced down the sidewalk with (Y/N).

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abunchofbadchoices · 6 years

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Michael's Song

HSS Michael x MC (Jordan) in Midnight Sun AU

*Disclaimer: Most of the lines and scenes I got from the movie the Midnight Sun and all the rights belongs to the creators and writers, as well as the characters from PB. This is merely a converted fan fiction*

Part Seven

They let their feet guide them to wherever they go. The town is silent, but not in a creepy silence kind of way. Just the kind of quiet when you can able to clear your mind and feel at least a bit of peace.

Somehow, the two of them ended up by the shipyard which is, of course, empty at midnight. His uncle's boat was located to the private area, where most luxury boats and yachts are place. Michael got them in without problem as he had access to the gates and together, they walk down the path and passed by different kinds of boats.

The wind is cool, but not too freezing. Jordan's wavy blonde hair gets blown by the breeze from time to time but not enough to mess it. She looks at the dark sky, eyes closed in bliss as she inhale the fresh salty breeze coming from the sea.

Michael had been recording their little trip with his digital camera. Then smiles at the sight of happiness on her face, glad to have brought her to the place he goes to when he needs some peace, so he made sure it was all caught in the cam.

"I-I don't get it." Jordan suddenly turns to face him and the camera, blushing. "How could they just take your scholarship away?"

Ah, yes. Their latest topic of conversation : College. Michael brought her up to speed about what he has been doing, about football and about wanting to go into filming, when she noticed him recording the party earlier.

It was rare for him to tell a story, much less something that has left a bitter taste in his mouth, but there was something about Jordan that makes it easy to open up a little.

He paused the camera and looks down as they walk, his left shoulder suddenly feels like tingling at the memory. "Well, I had to have a surgery, and they didn't think I could ever play again. No more scholarship meant no more Berkeley. It was probably my only choice of place to go to, away from here."

Jordan nods slowly, understanding etched on her beautiful face. "I'm really sorry."

"Yeah."

He feels sorry for himself too, if he wasn't too busy thinking how he brought it all to himself, or how he was fooled by his so-called friend.

"So, how did you do it?" She asks deliberately, in a careful yet soft voice. "How did you hurt yourself?"

"It was just a freak accident. You know, I fell down some stairs and... that's not true." Michael paused, then stops to look her in the eye. He wants to see it in those innocent green orbs as soon as he tells her the truth. He wants to see the same judgemental gleam everyone gives him when they hear about it. "That's kind of what I tell everybody."

Jordan knits her eyebrows, an indication that she was being thoughtful and sympathetic. But she stays quiet and let him continue.

"I got really drunk one night at my friend Brian's house. It was his birthday and we're all having a drinking game, just the school team. We all agreed he can give all the dares and well... He dared me to jump off the roof into the pool. I clipped the edge with my shoulder." He let out a humorless chuckle, remembering his father's raging disappointment. His coach's regretful voice when he told him he can no longer play. "I'm such an idiot. I don't wanna be that guy, you know?"

A few steps passed. From the corner of his eyes, he noticed Jordan look up at him with a gentle smile. She shakes her head. "Then don't be."

That was all he needed to hear. He hates long talks about having faith and listening to fake promises that everything is going to work itself out.

There, Jordan doesn't seem to feel the need to promise or reassure him, she knows it was all out of their hands. It was her calming presence that gives all the reassurance he needed.

"You know," she starts. "My mom used to take me here when I was little."

"Really?" He smiles.

It was the first bit of personal story she ever shared that night. Jordan is a big mystery, giving very little information about herself or what she does every day. All she ever told him was that she isn't available during the daytime and as much curious as he is, he never asks 'cause he trusts her to tell him at some point.

Jordan points to a spot by the harbor, a huge cleared space overlooking the sea. "She sat me right... there. And, um, she tried to teach me how to play the guitar. Actually, this watch was hers." The girl held up her wrist, where a gold watch was wrapped and complementing her pale flawless skin. "I spent so much time looking at this thing on her hand, and..." Her smile turns wistful. "Uh, she died when I was little. She was in a car accident."

"I'm... I'm so sorry," Michael frowns, worried he had totally blew their night off. "You know, we can go someplace--"

"No. No, no." Jordan shakes her head quickly. "No, I'm...I'm good. "

"You sure?"

"Yeah, yeah. I promise."

Michael offers his hand. "You wanna see something cool?"

His uncle's boat was only a few meters down the pathway so Michael lead the girl to the private sailing boat where he practically spends all his time since summer starts.

"Ta-da!" He spreads his arms, jumping on board which sways gently on its spot.

Jordan's eyes widen. "This is yours?"

"No. But it's something I'm taking care of for the summer. It's a Jespersen 53."

"Wow..."

Michael reached out and she let him help her up to the deck as well. He watched her balancing awkwardly on her feet and smirks. "One of these days we could take her for a sail around the harbor. We can watch the sun set."

Jordan holds onto a metal support beam and smiles up at Michael. But the last sentence he uttered just registered in her mind and suddenly, she felt a huge lump on her throat.

Michael wants to go on sailing with her to watch the sunset. Out on the sea. It was probably the most romantic idea she ever heard if only she can be able to make it come true.

Which is impossible, unless she wants to achieve a grade-A cancer that will probably wipe off any chance of ever going to sailing ever again. Jordan pretends to watch the sea. She doesn't want Michael to see that she can never go with him on those trips. Not as long as there is sunlight involved. Hell, he doesn't even know what the main problem is.

Just tell him, dammit! Her mind and conscience keeps on scolding her.

No, no. She can't... She doesn't want to. What if Michael starts seeing her more like a fragile sick creature than the funny awkward Jordan he had always known?

"That sounds... perfect." She says instead.

Michael leans down from the elevated deck he is standing on and press his lips softly on her. Jordan reaches up and put his hands on his shoulder, pulling him closer as she responded to the gentle kiss in a deliberate manner.

You see, Jordan had never kissed anyone before, not this way. Surely, those kisses all over Maria's face that she used to give her when she feels like annoying her wouldn't have counted.

It feels like forever, their lips melting to each other like they were meant to be that way. A smile tugs the corner of her lips and when they pulled away, Michael has the same smile on his face.

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Luckily, the pickup truck decided to die just a house away from the Lee's house.

The engine rumbled and groaned before completely stalling in the middle of the road. Michael fumbled on the steering wheel. "Um, just, let me get out of..."

He tries once more, there was a brief groan then the engine died all over again. Jordan grinned, studying the guy's face which looks a bit redder than usual. Oh, he's embarrassed. It only makes her smile for more.

"Sorry." He says, sounding sheepish but not at all surprised.

They sit in silence for a few awkward moments. Jordan bites her lip. "So, what are you gonna do this year, now that you're not going to Berkeley?"

"Well, first I'm gonna get a new truck." Michael quipped. They chuckle. "Or not, I have my motorcycle anyway. And then I'm gonna drive across the country. You know, I've been in the football field my entire life and I haven't get to see much else, so..." He looks at her, noting the downcast look on her face. The beautiful smile gone. "Um, what are you gonna do--"

"I'm not doing anything." Jordan says immediately, shaking her head. "I'm just gonna take some online courses, I think. But... I'll just be here." I cannot leave anyway, she wanted to add. I cannot go across the country or have vacation under the sun...like a normal girl.

"I, uh... I meant what are you doing tomorrow?" Michael clarified. The shock on the girl's face made him laugh.

"Oh, God..." She slapped her forehead, but she is also laughing. A hint of hesitation passed through her face for a second. "Um... I... I'm busy during the day, but I can be free tomorrow night."

"That's perfect. I'll see you tomorrow night?"

"Okay." Jordan flashed him with her signature beam before jumping out the door. She made it a few feet away before she stopped as if she forgot something and run back to the window. "I have something to tell you." Concern filled his chest at the look of panic in her eyes. She sighed heavily then let out a guilty smile. "I don't actually have a hamster."

Michael grinned, not at all surprised. In fact he didn't even try hide it. "No shit."

As if satisfied, the girl waved her hand then run to her house.

From the inside, Scott watched his daughter get off a blue pick-up truck. He glances at his watch and sees it was almost three in the morning. A couple more hours and Jordan might have reach the morning sunlight.

This was exactly what Dr. Maddox had warned him about. The age when his daughter will no longer be contained inside the house and meet people that will trigger some issue on her condition.

The truck isn't Maria's. Jordan didn't went home with her best friend just like what they always talked about.

He couldn't help but feel threatened.

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That morning, Maria lies on Jordan's bed, with the latter has been using her stomach as a pillow while she strummed lazily on her guitar.

It was moments like this that she feels closer to the blonde. No parties, no other friends... No Michael. Just the two of them having a lazy morning with no plans to think about.

Last night had been the first time Maria really enjoyed a wild party. She threw caution to the wind and let herself lose, probably had drunk more alcohol than she ever had her entire high school years. It was also a bonus fun that Jordan adjusted rather quickly to the party and managed to gain some more friends.

And today, well, they have nothing to do.

A beep sounded from her phone and Maria put down her book. She opened the message and smirk at joke that was sent to her.

Jordan glances up, eyes narrowing suspiciously. She had noticed Maria had been texting a lot that morning. "Who are you texting?"

"No one." The dark-haired girl casually turns of the screen and dump her phone.

"Maria..." She put her guitar on the side of the bed and shifts on the bed to face her friend. "Who are you texting?"

Maria closes her eyes and winced at her soft voice then whispers almost inaudibly. "Caleb."

"Um? I can't hear you when you're whispering..."

"Caleb!" She repeated. Somehow she feels guilty for the other things that happened in the party. It is true that alcohol makes people lose control sometimes. "I made out with Caleb!"

Maria groans, face completely red as she buries her face on the pillows in shame. At some point during the night, in the middle of the dance floor, she and Caleb ended up dancing on a particularly sexy song. Then stuffs happen. After that Maria felt like getting sick because Caleb isn't exactly the one she was thinking off during their...uh, moment.

She tried looking for Jordan, but neither her best friend nor Michael were nowhere in the party. So she rushed to get home by herself.

Now, Caleb had been texting her all morning. However rude it might be, Maria admitted she wasn't attracted to him as she is already liking someone. Which led to the guy teasing her and coercing her to tell him who the lucky person is.

"No!" Jordan cooed, but her chuckles betrayed her voice. "He's really really really cute. And he totally likes you."

Maria stayed buried on the pillows and after a few minutes, she felt arms wrapping around her and cuddling her. The blonde nuzzles on the back of her neck, which tickles but she tried to ignore it.

"By the way," Jordan speaks close to her ear, her breathe sending shivers down her neck. "Can I tell my dad that I'm going over to your house tonight, so I can go hangout with Michael?"

What??

In a micro-second, Maria is sitting on her butt and looking at her best friend pointedly. "You're asking me to help you lie to your father so you can hang out with a guy?"

Jordan pouts.

"Ugh. I'm telling him you'll be having a sleepover to my house." She conceded anyway. She is totally powerless when it comes to pouts.

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