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Gilded Constellations | wolfstar x reader

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Pairing: Wolfstar x Reader Word Count: 6.1 K Warnings: none Prompt: The day after the race has you feeling sore, and after taking a potion to mitigate the pain, you ened up blabering a lot of your thoughts out in the world. This IS a wolfstar x reader fic, but it's incredibly slow burn. They won't start all dating each other until we're very deep into the story, but I promise the long wait will be worth it.

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Chapter 12: You really got me.

October 4th, 1976 - Monday

On Monday you woke up early but you were sore. The fall from the broom had finally taken its toll on your body, and you pretty much dragged yourself to the bathroom to get changed for flying, or maybe to go to the infirmary first, you weren’t sure which one was going to be more relevant by the time you managed to walk down the stairs.

You somehow changed your clothes and quietly walked downstairs. James and Sirius hadn’t come down yet, so you let yourself fall on the couch awkwardly. Looking at the faint stars you had placed on the ceiling a couple of weeks ago.

“Morning (Y/N),” Said James from the stairs when he spotted you “Didn’t expect you to be here today.”

You frowned at his words “What? Why wouldn’t I be?”

He looked at you with raised eyebrows “Your broom?”

You gasped at that. He was right, you didn’t have a broom. “It… It went completely past me, shit.”

He smiled and sat on the sofa next to yours “Sirius said he’s gonna skip today, I thought I’d be flying alone.”

“Is he feeling sore?”

“He was complaining so much this morning I didn’t expect you to even come to class.”

You laughed “I mean, I do feel like I’ve been hit by a truck but, flying always makes me feel better.”

“Why don’t you borrow his broom? I’m sure he’ll say yes.” James said, it was an excellent idea.

“Do you think the rest’ll mind if I…” you stated, motioning upstairs with your finger.

James shook his head “Nah, go ahead. Peter sleeps like a log, you won’t wake him even if you bang on the door, and Sirius and Remus are already awake.”

You nodded, and walked upstairs, towards the boys’ room. Once in front of the thick wooden door you knocked on it softly “Come in,” you heard Sirius’ muffled voice, probably by a pillow. And so you carefully opened the door.

“Morning,” you said when you saw Sirius laying on his bed, head still buried on his pillow.

He turned his head around casually “Oh, morning love.” He said once he noticed it was you “What are you doing here? you should be in bed. Aren’t you in pain too?”

Sirius Black was really chatty in the mornings. You nodded in response, “I wanted to fly still.”

He arched an eyebrow “Can’t miss one day of practice?”

You shook your head “The wind always makes me feel good.”

He nodded “Why are you here then? Couldn’t bear to go without me?” He teased.

“You wish,” you replied with a smile “I came to borrow your–“

You started, but then their bathroom door opened wide and Remus stepped out. With his pants loosely hanging over his waist, and both of his arms holding the towel he was using to dry his hair, shirtless. And holy mother of Jesus, Remus Lupin was hiding real muscles under all those sweaters. You could see the gush he’d gotten the day you’d found him on the hospital, and he hadn’t been lying, he really did heal fast. He turned his back, you stared for a second as his muscles flexed. Minho wished he had that back, the girls have no clue or they’d be lusting over the sexy pirate here instead, you thought. But after the initial shock you realised he had many more scars there than over his face, you wondered how the hell he’d gotten so many cuts and made a mental note to ask him one day, when you were closer.

When he turned again and saw you’d been there he looked like a deer trapped in the headlights. “Ugh– sorry.” You said and turned around quickly, facing the door “didn’t mean to– I was just here to borrow Sirius’ broom.”

“It’s ok,” you heard Remus’ calm voice from behind you. He was in fact not ok, but he figured I’d be weird if a boy panicked over someone seeing his chest, so he played it cool. “I’m not naked or anything.”

“Right!” You said turning back around, he was already buttoning his own shirt, “I’m ugh– happy you’re better,” you said, passing your hand over your chest so he knew what you were talking about, “I thought I’d take longer to heal.”

“Moony heals fast,” said Sirius, finding a quick excuse for his friend.

“And madam Pomfrey’s an amazing mediwitch,” Remus added.

You nodded, “I’m actually going to see her before flying,” you told them “Hope she can get me some pain killer potion or something.”

“You’re sore too?” Remus asked with concern.

You nodded “Like I was thrown off my broom at incredibly high speeds and rolled on the ground several times, yeah…” You said ironically.

“I think you meant: saved by an incredibly handsome wizard from being hit by a tree.” Sirius corrected, you chuckled “Moony’s got some though, right?”

“Do you?” You asked, looking at the taller boy, who was now fumbling with his tie. He nodded absentmindedly as he struggled to get the knot right, he was still nervous about his scars. You smiled and pulled your wand out, pointing at his neck “Ligatura Cravatia,” you mumbled, his tie suddenly escaped from his fingers and tied itself neatly.

He looked at you surprised, “Thanks!”

You nodded “I could not tie a tie for the life of me,” you mentioned casually “had to learn an easier way.”

Remus nodded and leaned in to open a drawer from his side table, it was filled with potions and infusions, and he took out a small vial, of which there seemed to be many, and handed it over to you. “Take half of that now and half of it when you feel sore again,” he explained.

You nodded, thanking him as you took it from his hands, Sirius spoke “You made me take the whole thing. It tastes awful!”

“Yeah Sirius, you’re almost as big as me, (Y/N) is tiny. I’d be too much for her.” You frowned at that.

Tiny?, you thought, It wasn’t your fault Remus was so freakishly tall. Average, at least.

“Hm…” Sirius responded unconvinced and then looked at you “It’s under the bed.”

“What is?” You asked confused.

“My broom?” He said with a frown “maybe you really just came to see me,” he said with a charming smile.

You laughed at his teasing “Wouldn’t you like that?” You told him before leaning down to grab his broom from under the bed. You spotted some cassette tapes on a small box there too and smiled. Of course Sirius would keep his music like that. When you finally stood up you smiled at him “Thanks Puppy, you’re the best!” You said as you stepped out of their room.

“You owe me one!” He shouted as you closed the door, to anyone it may seem he meant for the favour, but you knew what he actually meant with that, which only made you smile to yourself. Once you were back downstairs you were already in a better mood than that of which you had woken up with.

James had fallen asleep on the couch, so you nudged him awake and the two of you walked towards the courtyard. As you walked through the halls you pulled out the little vial and drank half of the liquid, as Remus had advised. You winced, Sirius wasn’t being overly dramatic, it truly tasted awful, bitter and it lingered, almost like earwax.

“Oh, is that Moony’s get-better-soon potion?” James asked casually, taking it from your hands.

You nodded “He gave it to me, to help with the soreness.”

James nodded and gave it back “Be careful where you put it, one time it broke over his clothes and he had to throw them away, no spell would remove the foul smell from it.” You nodded, placing it where you thought it’d be better off “What are you going to do about your broom?”

“I actually sent a letter home last night, I asked them to send me my old Viper, and I sent the Dark Nimbus bits to the factory, asking them if there was a way to fix it.”

“That was actually a great solution, I was gonna offer you my Phoenix Blaze but your Viper probably has more stability, and you’ll need it, especially since you’re our star keeper.”

You laughed “We haven’t even played an actual match and yet you call me that.”

“I know talent when I see it.”

You nudged him lightly with your elbow and the two of you laughed. James was just so likeable, even if he was a little arrogant, he was noble and kind, and you were so happy you’d made him your friend. The two of you reached the courtyard soon after and then you were in the air. James didn’t want to push you too much so instead of having you do standard exercises he decided to let you pretty much do whatever you wanted.

And you just flew, doing some twirls and circles in the air, but nothing too crazy. You loved the feeling of the air hitting your face, and the wind blowing all around you. Today was particularly windy, so you decided to fly even higher than you had before and allowed yourself to bask on the sun above the clouds. Once James realised how far up you were, he quickly caught up with you. “You alright?” He asked.

You opened your eyes and turned to him, nodding “Just enjoying the day.” You told him “It’s a beautiful day…”

You looked so at peace, almost too at peace. And then he remembered the effect the potion had once had on Remus, the time he took it on an empty stomach, it dumbed him out until he fell asleep in the middle of his favourite class, you didn’t look far from that, so he urged you to come down “I think we should probably go back down,” he said.

You shook your head “But it’s so nice here, James.”

“We’re definitely coming back down,” he said then, and flew closer to you, grabbing your arm and dragging you behind him towards the floor. Once close to the courtyard he let you land by yourself, and you checked your wrist watch.

“It’s still early.”

“Yeah, we need to get you some food,” he told you, and the two of you walked towards the Great Hall. Only a couple of people were there so early. You sat down on the spot closest to the door and placed both of your elbows on the table, leaning your chin against your hands, and stared absentmindedly to the food. James grabbed some oatmeal and served it on a plate, dropping strawberries and other blueberries on them. Then he placed the plate in front of you. “Eat up,” he said.

You looked at the food he’d placed and nodded, grabbing a spoonful and slowly bringing it all the way to your mouth “Thanks James,” you mumbled once you swallowed “you even added the fruit I like.”

James nodded, as he served himself some eggs “Remus was telling me the other day that you almost always exclusively grab strawberries and blueberries.”

“Mhm,” you agreed. “Remus is very observant, and strong.”

James frowned “He’s what?”

“Like really strong, under all those layers he wears, I didn’t know, but today I found out…” you said casually, only later realizing what you’d said “What the fuck did I just say?”

James just laughed and decided to tease you for it “Merlin (Y/N)! Don’t thirst over my friends when I’m around.”

“I… I wasn’t– I didn’t… What the flipping hell did he make me drink?” You asked, placing your hands over your dizzy head and leaning in on the table.

“It’s because you haven’t eaten.” He told you “You’d be surprised what he said that one time,” James said, recalling how a couple of years ago Remus had gone on and on about the colour of Sirius’ eyes.

You looked at him, took a deep breath and started to gobble up your food, which just caused your friend to laugh even further as he casually plopped some bacon into his mouth.

Remus and Peter arrived a couple of minutes later, and you buried your head in your second serving of oatmeal when you spotted the taller boy. Remus sat in front of you and Peter by his side.

“You didn’t warn her to eat it before taking it,” James told Remus reproachfully.

“Fuck,” he whispered in response.

“You’re fucking lucky she was flying with me and not by herself.” He said again, James was surprisingly stern about it, and it wasn’t because you were his star keeper or his cyrano, but he’d genuinely grown fond of you, and he already considered you a friend, as much as he considered Mary or Marlene friends, maybe more, since you were a lot closer, and if James Potter was something, it was fiercely protective of his friends.

Remus swallowed, James was right, he’d put you in danger. And all because he was so nervous about being shirtless and the fact that you’d seen all his scars “I’m sorry,” he said and placed a hand over your arm “You feeling alright?”

You looked at him for a second, gaze lingering on his hands before nodding and going back to your meal as if it were the most interesting thing in the world. James couldn’t help the diverted smile that slowly appeared on his face.

Remus noticed, of course he noticed, “Oh… she started talking…” He acknowledged, finally taking his hand from your arm.

James just laughed, remembering the confidence that you’d used to call his friend strong and took another bite of his bacon “at least she didn’t talk about Sirius.”

Remus looked at him mortified, but you didn’t notice, you were too busy looking at Lily and Beth who had just walked in “They have such stunning hair,” you said casually as you saw the different shades of red the girls had, but straightened up after, and sighing with a little frown, gobbling your food again “How much longer?” You complained.

“I mean you’re not wrong,” James agreed, looking at Lily with heart-eyes “Remus was like that for a couple of hours…”

“Hours?!”

“I can take her to the common room,” Peter offered “We’ll tell Flitwick she’s still feeling bad about the fall, like Sirius, and he absolutely loves her anyway, pretty sure it won’t affect her grades.”

“But class!” You said looking up from your food.

“Sirius can take care of her,” Remus added, “it was his idea to give her the draught anyway.”

“Sirius? No way! The things I’d say to Sirius in this state!” You complained, already thinking of how his hair was so bouncy and soft when it brushed over your face. “He’d have material to tease me for the rest of my life, and my afterlife.”

James snorted at your words, coughing it out and cleaning his face with a handkerchief he had on his robe’s pockets. Perhaps it would actually be good to take you to the common room with Sirius, maybe you’d finally be able to admit your feelings for each other, he thought. Little did he know you’d done it the previous day “It’s a good idea.”

You shook your head distressed, but he was already helping you stand up. Peter had already run to the other side of the table.

“Can you deal with her?” Remus asked him, “I can take her if not.”

You looked at Remus and remembered all the things you could’ve said and stood straighter “I can deal with myself,” you said and motioned for Peter to come beside you.

Minutes later, you were walking through the halls alongside Peter “What did you say before we arrived?” He asked you casually.

You sighed “Something along the lines of Remus is fucking ripped under all those sweaters.”

He laughed at your answer, you didn’t even mention Remus’ scars, which made him smile, since he knew how self-conscious his friend was about them.

“Do we have to go to the common room?” You asked him “Or maybe you can leave me there but not tell Sirius about it.”

Peter shook his head as an answer “What bothers you so much about being left with Sirius? Thought you guys were friendlier after he saved you.”

“I’ve got nothing against Sirius. On the contrary, I actually really like him. That’s the problem, who knows what I might say when he’s in front of my face.”

Peter laughed again “I’m sure he won’t put it against you, after all, you already talked about Remus’ abs and Lily’s hair, It’s just the medicine.”

“Peter, you know Sirius.”

He sighed at that and then shrugged “We’ll obliviate him if he gets too annoying.”

You looked at Peter with shock and laughed when you saw the little smile playing on his face. He was joking, who knew he had such a dark humour hidden in all his soft boy persona? To be fair, Peter had always been extremely nice to you and everyone you knew, he also had many friends from all around the school, perhaps more than James and Sirius, since they really liked hanging out with one another. “You’re still planning a prank?” You asked.

“We’ve got something on the back burner,” he told you “but we’re not gonna do it yet, since James got detention after the race.”

You nodded at that, by then you were just outside of the common room, he whispered the password to the portrait and the two of you walked inside. You let yourself fall on the couch as he went to get Sirius.You buried your head under a pillow, maybe if you were asleep, you wouldn’t be able to run your mouth and say embarrassing things about Sirius’ soft lips or his strong jawline.

A couple of minutes later they both came walking down the stairs, Sirius was the first one to speak “Peter says no one told you to eat before drinking the draught.” He said as he approached you. You made a muffled sound from underneath the pillow in response.

“Well then, take care of her, yeah?” Peter said before waving goodbye to his friend, “See you later (Y/N)!”

“Bye Peter, thanks for bringing me here!” You said, voice still muffled by the pillow you refused to remove from your face. If you did not see Sirius maybe you wouldn’t remember how pretty he was.

As Peter left, Sirius walked closer to you, raising an eyebrow when he spotted you still hiding under the pillow still “The light bothering you love?” He asked politely, “We could go up to my room, it’s darker when we close the blinds.”

“Mm-mm,” you denied, refusing to even open your mouth in case you let something slip.

Sirius, being oblivious to why you were being so hell bent in hiding your pretty face under a pillow, sat down on the floor to level his head to yours as much as possible, a soft groan left his lips as he hit the floor. You winced when you figured how close he was. He leaned his arm on the couch, next to where yours was and started to absentmindedly play with the hem of your sweater, “Are you upset about something? Did something bad happen?” He asked gently.

You finally removed the pillow from your face with a frown and shook your head fervently.

He raised his eyebrows at your reaction. You opened your mouth to speak and closed it again shortly after, frowning at your lack of conviction. That made him narrow his gaze, and a teasing smile drew from his face, “Oh you were saying stuff, weren’t you?”

Your eyes widened in surprise, he was quick to catch on.

“Did you talk about my pretty eyes like Moony did?” You shook your head in response, “Oh, then… Did you talk about someone else instead? Should I be jealous about it?” You gave him a reproachful look and he laughed, such a melodious laugh, you thought, almost slapping yourself when you were about to open your big mouth and go running all your thoughts to Sirius.

“So what? You won’t open your mouth in case you say something silly?” You nodded. He laughed again, had his laugh always been so pretty? “But I’ll get bored if you say nothing!” He pouted “How was your morning flight? Made you feel better?” You nodded with a smile, finally sitting back on the couch, grabbing his arm and pulling him up to sit beside you, he complied, and the two of you sat on the couch together, shoulders brushing against the other. Sirius let his head fall, and slid down a little “You’re really not gonna talk?” He asked, turning his head towards you.

You took a deep breath “Whatever I say may be used against me, so no.” you replied.

“What if I promise I won’t use it against you? Even if you start talking about something silly like how pretty you think Moony’s left hand is.”

You laughed at that, Sirius wasn’t wrong there either, Moony’s hands were very strong and dextrous, you recalled a particular day, in potions, when he’d gotten bored as you carefully measured some of the ingredients on the only balance that the table had, and he’d started twirling his wand around with remarkable ease.

“Oh no, you’re thinking about Moony’s hands now, aren’t you?”He asked when he saw your thoughtful expression.

“I wasn’t!” You said, a little too fast.

Sirius shook his head, diverted and placed his left hand over yours, “Think of mine instead,” he said casually, as if he didn’t realise he was making your heart beat faster.

Now you smiled “Jealous, are we?” You asked as you started to play with his hand, brushing your fingers over the soft skin of his palm. Sirius’ hands felt much softer than you imagined Remus’ would. He had long, slender fingers, and he didn’t even have the callouses that you get for quidditch, he probably used expensive potions when he lived back at the Blacks. His rings were cold in comparison to his warm skin, it was nice, awfully nice.

“Of Moony?! He isn’t your type.” He responded confidently.

“How would you even know my type?”

Sirius smiled at the question as If he was just waiting for you to ask it, he leaned in, so close his beautiful hair brushed against your shoulders, and then he whispered “That’s easy love, it’s because I AM your type.” Then, he placed a soft kiss on the side of your cheek.

You pushed him back playfully and smiled when you saw his shit-eating grin “You keep believing that, all right Puppy?” You said as you pinched one of his cheeks, not that there was much to pinch, the boy had the facial structure of a woodland elf.

“Hm…” he said as he pushed your hand off his face and intertwined his fingers on yours “That makes it two.”

You laughed “You’ll keep count?”

“Obviously, gotta make sure my girl pays her debts.”

My girl, you thought, you were indeed Sirius’ girl now.

“We’ve got time now, perhaps we can reset the debt?” You asked with a suggestive smile, but Sirius simply shook his head.

“You’re high on painkillers.”

You pouted, “I’d want to kiss you even if I wasn’t?” you said reproachfully.

Sirius, saw that as an opening, and leaned closer to you “Would you? Tell me about it.”

“I wanted to kiss you when we didn’t see each other for years, and then when I was back and saw you, all grown up, I wanted to kiss you again, and then yesterday when we actually kissed, I wished we could’ve continued on forever.” Sirius smiled brightly, at least it wasn’t only he who felt that way. But when you saw his reaction you clasped your hand over your mouth “What the fuck did I just say?!”

Sirius shrugged “The truth.”

You shook your head “No-no! That was the potion,” you argued.

Sirius shook his head with a smile “I don’t think so.”

“Sirius!”

“You’re madly in love with me, just accept it,” he said cockily.

You grabbed the pillow from earlier and groaned into it in frustration as you leaned over your lap. All you had to do was keep your big mouth shut, but you didn’t, and now Sirius would be able to tease you for the rest of your life.

Sirius smiled and placed a hand over your shoulder, leaning in a little before he spoke “If it makes you feel better, I feel the exact same way.”

You stood straight in an instant, disbelief all over your face as you searched for Sirius’ eyes, trying to find an ounce of doubt, of a joke, but… there wasn’t any “But the potion didn’t–“

“No, I had an apple before Moony threw it down my throat,” he said, and shrugged “I just wanted you to know, you’re not the only one who feels that way.”

You smiled and leaned in towards him, hiding your blush over his shoulder, so many emotions piled up inside you didn’t even know what to do with them. All you knew was that you liked Sirius so much it bothered you. Why was he so damn adorable? How could he be so pretty and manly at the same time? Fucking Sirius Black, he had you, and he had you bad.

As you leaned into Sirius, savouring his scent, which you could only describe as a mix of leather, firewood and musk, you suddenly started feeling very sleepy. A yawn escaped from your lips, and Sirius looked at you knowingly “Are we already at the point in which you fall asleep? But we were having such a pleasant conversation.”

“Shut up Puppy!” you said softly.

Sirius smiled, leaning back so you could both get more comfortable “That’s three.”

Mary, who had gotten out of charms earlier after Tom accidentally burned the sleeve of her robe, was the first person to enter the common room, finding you and Sirius cuddling into each other, both asleep. She smiled, and after casting a silencing charm around the two, so you wouldn’t be awoken, ran upstairs to grab Marlene’s Polaroid. Once she was back down she took a couple of pictures of the two, and a selfie, with her in the middle. After she stood back, snickering at the pictures as she went back upstairs to finally change her burned robes. Priorities, she thought as she left the camera over Marlene’s bed and went to change. She then wrote a note, kindly asking the laundry elves to repair her robe for her, and placed it over her now neatly bent robe.

She walked downstairs a little later, and after considering whether to wake you or not for a minute, she decided against it. After all, you both looked quite comfortable, and the nasty fall the two of you had the previous day wasn’t something you could just shrug off easily. Sometimes sleep really was the best medicine.

A few hours later, when it was finally meal time, and you and Sirius had still not shown up in any class, Remus decided he’d go get you some food at the kitchens. The elves were as kind as ever with him, and once he had enough food for the three wrapped up, he walked up towards the common room. On the way there he bumped into Nina, who smiled at him brightly and waved before approaching him “You’re not going to the Great Hall?” She asked.

Remus shook his head in response “I’m taking some food up for Sirius and (Y/N), they were feeling a little tattered after the fall.”

Nina’s expression turned into one of concern “Is she all right?”

Remus nodded, “She took some painkillers in the morning, she should be feeling a lot better by now. She may even make it to her next class,” he said, “Although, she may not actually want to, since we have Herbology…”

Nina laughed, after spending so much time with you on the rest of the study club, she was more than aware of your quarrel with Herbology, not because you didn’t like plants, but in your own words, because they didn’t like you. “Here, give her this for me, will you?” She asked, pulling a chocolate frog from her pocket and handing it over to Remus. “I told her about them a couple of weeks ago, and she said they seemed interesting, I was going to give it to her after the race.”

Remus raised one of his eyebrows, he wasn’t sure when you and Nina had gotten so chummy with each other “Sure thing,” he replied and took the Chocolate Frog from her hand and placed it in his robe pocket.

Nina waved goodbye to him but stopped him by grabbing his arm just before he managed to get too far. “I was forgetting, tell her we will have a book club reunion in the Ravenclaw tower by the end of the month. We’re talking about the romance novel I lent to her recently.”

“Which romance novel?” Remus asked.

Nina raised her eyebrows as she heard the question, and then seemed to think about it for a second before responding “It’s not apt for boy’s eyes,” she said with a little smile before waving goodbye to Remus rapidly “Anyway, thanks Remus, see you around.”

Remus looked at Nina leave with a puzzled expression, he shrugged and continued on his way to meet you and Sirius. Once he was in front of the portrait, he whispered the password and she let him inside. When he walked in he spotted both you and Sirius, still asleep, basically cuddling each other. He stared at the two for a minute, he found the scene endearing, but he couldn’t help but feel a pang of jealousy float over his heart. He wasn’t sure if he wanted what the two of you had, if he wanted one of you, or if he’d rather be part of it, but he decided to push those thoughts to the back of his head, after all, it was probably Moony the one that was causing all those weird mood swings.

“Morning sleepy heads,” he said as he got close enough for the two of you to hear him. Sirius was the first one to wake up, lazily opening one of his eyes and smiling when he saw his friend.

“Hey Moony, lovely to see your ugly face first thing,” he said, sarcasm dripping from his voice.

“Haha,” Remus said as he sat on the armchair on the left side. “Good thing I don’t measure my worth on your opinion Pads.”

“What are you talking about? Moony’s got a pretty face,” you mumbled still half asleep.

Sirius’s eyes widened at your words and Remus laughed in return, “Maybe you just need to improve your taste,” Remus said as he leaned forward and placed the food on the table in front of you, “Brought you two some food.”

That finally woke you up, your stomach already rumbling at the lack of sustenance. You stood up, feeling a lot better than earlier, head clearer, you no longer felt the urge to tell Sirius how pretty he was, which was fantastic. When you saw the food you smiled “Gosh, thank you Rem, you’re such a sweetheart!”

“See? That’s how you should greet your friends,” Remus said motioning towards you “You should ask her to teach you some manners.”

Sirius sighed, and then smiled “Thank you, oh beautiful lord Moony for bringing food over to us!”

Both you and Remus laughed at his silliness. You slid off the sofa and onto the rug and pulled out some of the food Remus had brought, he’d somehow gotten the elves to make him roast beef sandwiches. “Roast beef? That’s brilliant!” You said as you gave your first bite, moaning as the flavour sipped in through your tastebuds.

Remus also slid from the armchair and grabbed for one of the sandwiches. Sirius was the last one to follow suit. Once he gave a bite, he leaned back, “Didn’t even realise how hungry I was,” he said. “Thanks Moony.”

Remus hummed in response and then remembered the errand Nina had asked for him, so he pulled out the chocolate frog and handed it over to you.

“What? No chocolate frog for me?” Sirius complained playfully.

“No because you’re a twat,” Remus said calmly, Sirius looked at him taken aback. “Besides the chocolate frog’s not from me, it’s from Nina.”

“Who’s Nina?” Sirius asked as he took another bite from his sandwich.

“Member of (Y/N)’s fan club.”

“Nina isn’t a member of my fan club!” You said after you swallowed the bite you were chewing “I mean… I don’t have a fan club!”

Sirius was the one to laugh now “Yeah sure, tell that to all the people wearing pins with your head on it and holding banners yesterday.”

Remus nodded “At some point, I even considered the fact that you somehow became more popular than James.”

You shook your head “You boys, it’s all in your head. I’m not popular, just the shiny new thing everyone’s talking about because I transferred recently.”

Sirius took a bite from some dried jerky before pointing at you with it “It’s like you don’t want to admit you’re popular.”

“‘Cause I’m not.”

“But you tick all the boxes,” Sirius retorted “Attentive, nice, talented at something most people are passionate about at school.”

“Not to mention you’re helping younger students at the study club. And you’re pretty,” Remus said casually. Sirius nodded, in agreement.

“Well… I–“ you started.

“Just accept it, darling,” Sirius said, placing an arm over your shoulder. “We’ll be the school’s celebrity couple once word gets out.”

“Word?” Remus asked with a frown.

“We’re dating.” Sirius stated “Right love?”

“I mean… we snogged yesterday, I didn’t know you were so eager to make it official.”

Remus laughed at that, Merlin, was it fun to see Sirius put in his place by you. “Congratulations?”

“Well thank you Moony!” Sirius said with a smile. The three of you continued to hang out until you finished your meal. When you were done you decided you were not going to skip more classes and walked alongside the two boys to the Herbology greenhouses.

On your way, you stopped to take a look at the forest, “The night I came with Lily, to harvest the stuff for potions, I swear I heard howls coming from the forbidden forest.” Sirius and Remus gave a look at each other as if only now realising what Moony was so hell-bent on achieving that night. You didn’t notice, since you were leaning on one of the nearby arches, your back facing them. You breathed in the fresh air “Sometimes I miss being able to walk through the forest, I wish it wasn’t forbidden.”

Sirius walked in closer to you and grabbed you by the arm, pulling you back on the way, “It’s forbidden for a reason, monsters roam there.” He said.

You laughed “As if you ever cared about dangerous.”

“Pads is right,” Remus continued “The forest… It’s not something you should mess with.”

“So you’re telling me, you’ve NEVER EVER gone into the forest?” You asked in disbelief.

“We have,” Remus acknowledged, “That’s why we know it’s no place for you.”

“Because I’m a girl?!” You asked, clenching your jaw as you did.

“Because you’re a human.” Sirius punctuated.

You frowned at that, you were so used to being looked down on by boys that you assumed Sirius and Remus were doing the same thing. But they were not, in fact, they had never even tried to. They both thought you were as capable as any man, heck, maybe even more capable than most men. They would never look down on you like some boys back in your old school, the same boys that hadn’t let you in the quidditch team for years because you were a girl, it had taken a teacher’s intervention for you to finally be allowed to join in. James, on the other hand, hadn’t even thought twice before asking you to the tryouts. Hogwarts was different. Your friends were different.

You sighed “If only I was something else,” you said, a knowing smile growing on your face as you did. Neither of the boys quite understood what you meant, but that was fine. They did not need to know every single detail about you, at least not yet. Especially Sirius, he did not need more material to tease you.

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The Art of Stealth

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summary: jason doesn’t seem to understand the art of sneaking into your dorm room quietly

pairing: jason teague x female reader

rating: R for language

word count: 0.9k

warnings: none really, language, bed sharing, jason being adorable, tooth rotting fluff

timeline: set before the show, so no real spoilers

author’s note: i looove this character so much and i really wish he was in more than 20 episodes :,,)

You and Jason started dating when you were Sophomores in High School. You were there for him each football game to cheer from the bleachers, and when he got accepted to Metropolis University you were both overjoyed. When you also got accepted, Jason was that much more excited about going to college.

Suddenly all the trips back to Smallville he’d been mapping out had no need to be taken and he could simply see you on campus.

Jason was part of a fraternity with his teammates, but you hadn’t joined a sorority. So, Jason would sneak into your dorm room. However, he wasn’t very good at the actual sneaking part.

A loud crash woke you up and you grabbed the baseball bat from under your bed. You were ready to whack the shadowy figure that had climbed through your window when you heard his voice.

“Hey, sweetheart,” Jason groaned. “God, you need to put some pillows under the window or something.”

“Jason? What the hell are you doing?”

“Visiting my girlfriend? So we can sleep in the same bed?” He stood up, a smile on his face. “What? It’s Saturday, everyone’s sleeping in and no one will notice I’m in here!”

“You’re adorable, but if you get caught in the girl’s wing you could get expelled!”

“You kidding? Who could expel this adorable face?” He was still smiling as you turned on your light and tossed the bat onto your bed.

“How do you look so cute right now? You just fell into my room!” you laughed a little.

“Awe you love me, don’t you?”

“I really do.” You got on your tiptoes and wrapped your arms around his neck, planting a kiss on his full lips. “So much.”

You were studying for an upcoming test when you heard a rushed knock at your door. You slowly got up from your chair and walked to the door, the knock continuing up until you opened the door.

“Oh my god, Jason!” you gasped and pulled him into the room quickly. “What the hell?”

“What?” he asked, furrowing his brows and smiling.

“It’s after nine and a weekday! You can’t be here! Did anyone see you? God damn it, Jason if I have to bribe the girl across the hall again I-” He cut you off by grabbing your face and kissing you. “Alright, you’re forgiven.”

“I think I’m getting better at this whole sneaking around thing, though,” he said, walking over to your bed and sitting down. “I’m like ninety-five percent sure no one saw me.” He leaned back and grinned before someone knocked on the door. You motioned for Jason to hide, so he rolled onto the floor.

You opened the door and were met with your smiling neighbor, “Hey Casey, wha- what’re you doing here?”

“I saw Jason come in here, Y/n,” she said flatly. She held out her hand with a smile. “C’mon, girl’s gotta eat!”

“This is so unfair! I see your girlfriend going into your room every night!” you said. You went to your dresser to grab five dollars.

“The perks of being a lesbian, Y/n!” Casey smirked when you handed her the money. “You should try it sometime.” You closed the door.

“Jason, you can come back out,” you told him before he slid out from under the bed.

“You know you’ve got like ten pairs of panties under here?” He smiled up at you from the carpet. You rolled your eyes and held out your hand which he took and used to heave himself off the floor. “Love you,” he said and kissed you.

“Next time I’m sneaking into your place,” you mumbled.

“Ooh no!” He shook his head. “House full of horny guys that might combust if they see you in your tiny pj’s? No thanks, sweetheart.”

“Well then, just slide five dollars under Casey’s door before knocking on mine tomorrow, okay?” you laughed.

“Good morning,” you mumbled, snuggling into Jason’s chest. Your eyes suddenly flew open. “Oh my god!”

“Shit,” Jason sighed.

“Shit is right! Hurry up and climb out the window!” you exclaimed, pulling the covers off of him and standing up. “I am not getting expelled just because you haven’t grasped the art of sneaking in and out of my bedroom!”

“Wouldn’t it be smarter to just act like I came here early in the morning?” he asked. He stood up and put his pants on from the night before. “If anyone asks, you can say you had to help me study?”

“Yeah, that makes sense.” You nodded a little, looking into his bright green eyes. You then shook your head, “Wait, no it doesn’t! Stop giving me that look that makes me do anything for you and just hurry out of here before someone sees you!”

He grinned, “You really are a sucker for this smile, aren’t you?”

“I really, really am so please get out of this room before I fold and jump back into bed with you!”

“I love you,” he said before he kissed you. He then put his shirt on, kissed you again, and climbed out the window. “See you in class, my love!” He peeked his head into your room and you kissed him one last time before he left for good and you closed the window.

“My love?” You scrunched up your face a little. “Who talks like that?” You laughed lightly then groaned to yourself, “god damn it, I love him so much!”

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EXTRA 1 ♡ ONLY FOR ME TO KNOW

HOW YOU GET THE GIRL — A SCARAMOUCHE SMAU

masterpost / wc: 669. / takes place after episode 5

it wasn't the first time that kunikuzushi took care of you while you were sick.

he had done this plenty of times. after all, you sometimes had moments where you'd neglect your health for your studies, just like today. and whenever that happened, kunikuzushi would always be by your side, taking care of you to the best of his abilities.

no wonder this feels like some sort of deja vu to him.

he hasn't taken care of you for months (a lie; even after you broke up, kunikuzushi would find himself taking care of you all the same). it's sickening how, even after everything, kunikuzushi couldn’t bring himself to stop. call it self-sabotage or whatever the fuck you'd call it, but he just can't bring himself to break out of the habit of caring for you.

then again, you guys decided to stay as friends, right? it was merely implied since neither of you decided to leave the circle you both have now. and things would get messy if one of you left anyway—neither of you wanted that either. especially when it's just because of something personal between you both.

laying you down on his bed, kunikuzushi checked your temperature again.

38.3. you still have a fever. kunikuzushi didn't hesitate and started to prepare the necessary things he'd be needing to speed up your recovery.

when kunikuzushi was about to leave his room so that you could rest on your own, he felt a weak grip on his clothes. “kuni…?” you called out to him, your voice a bit hoarse.

“hm?” he hums in reply.

“where are you going?”

“the living room so that you could rest more easily," he says, gently grabbing your hand that held his clothes and laying it down on his bed.

“stay here, please?”

there was a brief pause.

he's probably going to regret this—that’s what kunikuzushi always thinks when he gets faced with these situations. he's probably going to regret this, regretting that he could never say no to you. but if he learned to say no, would he still be able to keep you in his life?

“okay.”

he sits down on the edge of his bed, staring at your features. there's a hint of nostalgia in his eyes; his mind is unintentionally replaying the other times kunikuzushi had to take care of you while you were sick.

after a few minutes of silence, you were already sleeping again. “are you asleep?” he asks the obvious. no answer. he takes this as a chance.

“i hope you know that i don't really mean what i say. i also hope you know that i still push your buttons because i love you. whether it's the same love that we shared back then or not, that's only for me to know," he says, taking advantage of your sleeping state to open up.

he continues, a hand reaching out and starting to play with your hair. “your reason was perfectly understandable. but i wish we didn't end on such good terms.”

“because if we didn't, maybe it would hurt us less.”

a pause. “i remember you asking me back then if it was actually possible to love someone with all your heart. i didn't believe it, of course. but you insisted that it was possible and that it would apply to us soon enough.”

“now? maybe you were right. how ironic that it would only start to apply when we're already over.”

kunikuzushi takes a deep breath. “i never really mean what i say; you of all people should know that by heart. but i do mean it when i say that i miss you. especially when i say that i love you.”

“i know that if you're awake right now, you'd probably call me corny and proceed to playfully roll your eyes at me, but i’m serious. i hope you know that.”

“and i hope that if time allows it, i would still have a chance.”

“i love you, forever and always. get well soon.”

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Reader Masterlist

Melissa Schemmenti

Make you Feel My love - Set after Season 2 Episode 18. You go home to find Melissa upset and angrily sorting her closet after the events of the staff room argument. You comfort her as she confides in you with a new insecurity.

Coffee Mugs & Cronuts - Melissa has a bad weekend, unfortunately for you, you catch her on a bad day. After breaking her coffee mug and spilling the coffee all over yourself, you argue. Melissa says things that break your heart and you spend the rest of the week avoiding her. Both of you unaware of the love you share for each other.

Finding Happiness with You - Jacob and Janine are back at Melissa's for further cooking lessons. Neither know that you and Melissa live together, after falling in love when you join the school as the new third grade teacher.

I was meant to love you - You were seven when your soulmate tattoo appeared.

"You’re bleeding, are you alright? I’ll kill him."

You’re the only redhead I want - Melissa overhears a conversation between you and Jacob and mistakenly believes you're in a secret relationship and unwilling to tell her. She begins to avoid you until you're forced to take action.

She’s everything I’ve been prayin for - After a one night stand with a beautiful redhead, you rush out of her home and to your new job only to find her sat in the staff room. To your delight she seems to have enjoyed the night before just as much as you do and can't help teasing you about it. 18+

What We Do In The Dark - Melissa x OC

Forced to take time off work after a breakdown, Melissa finds herself taking her sisters advice and going to an sex club which her sister had mentioned, just to prove that Kristen Marie has terrible ideas. There she finds a new place to let loose and a woman she only knows by the name of Ell, who will change her life forever. 18+

I think this is when I set myself free - A year ago, you left your home with Melissa, leaving your engagement ring in her hand after she'd told you to leave. Now, you stand in front of her at the annual Schemmenti party, ready to finally get the closure to leave before you try to move on from her.

If only moving on from her was possible.

Bo-Katan Kryze

She will change everything series:

A Future Uncertain - You find yourself following Din to Kalevala to check in on Bo-Katan after her home is destroyed. You're yet to take the creed and get your armour. Having been told to take time to discover yourself and see if the Creed is meant for you. You're Certain of your future until the former Princess of Mandalore stands before you.She's going to change everything.

Show Yourself - Mandalore is being restored. Bo has rebuilt on Kalevala. You're now a Mandalorian having finally taken the creed but you can't get Bo off your mind. So you find yourself stood in front of her palace, unsure why you can't get the former Princess off your mind.

Hit me with your best shot - Satine’s mark is simply “Duchess.

”She’d begged Bo to show her the moment it had appeared and she’d refused until her pleading got too much. Satine had smiled, big and toothy like she always did whenever she was truly happy. All she’d uttered was how appropriate.

Lady Bo-katan Kryze, people have always told me of your beauty, wish they’d warned me about how hard you hit.

One under the light of Mandalore - You organise a party at the palace and invite the new republic cities, as well as those who you believe will benefit being aligned with Mandalore. Your wife sits upon the Throne and you find yourself playing diplomat when you run into an old friend.

I want you Mentally and Physically - After Bo confirms that all you are is fuck buddies, you decide to wind her up by flirting with your closest friends. What could possibly go wrong? 18+

Bo-Katan Kryze & The Armorer

Forever & Ever Series

I think I could love you forever - A nomad former Jedi, you find yourself on Mandalore after saving a Mandalorian child from Storm Troopers. There you meet the Manda'lor and her adviser plus a friend from your past you thought was lost. Convinced you would be better off on your own, your thrown into turmoil when you realise your connection the Manda'lor and her Advisor is more than just attraction.

Ghosts of our Past - As your relationship with both Bo and The Armorer continues, your past continues to haunt you. You can't forget the night everything changed for you, when your friends and family were killed by the Empire during Order 66. Luckily for you, you have supportive partners and friends.

In My Dreams - Although you're married to Bo, you can't help but wonder what it would be like if you both introduced Ahsoka and The Armorer into your bedroom and Bo, ever the perfect wife wants to make your dreams come true. 18+ Only

Fennec Shand

You can confide in me - The first time you see Fennec, she hasn't slept for days. Slowly, you manage to get her to confide in you and eventually, you begin to confide into you.Jedi/Book store owner reader.

Agatha Harkness

May Angels Lead you In - Agatha mourns the loss of her lover after her lover has lost the battle with her mental health. She receives comfort from the one person who can understand her loss. *Trigger Warning for Suicide here*

Miscommunications and M&MS - “Are you jealous?” You can’t help but be amused as Agatha continues to move around your room in the new and improved Avenger’s compound.

“No, I’m not!” She huffs and you lean against the sofa as you continue to watch her pick up her books and pile them on one of the many small tables scattered around the room.

“Oh, you really are jealous!” You let out a laugh, before your smile fades slightly. “Wait, why would you be jealous?”

Lin Beifong

Stop Talking - You are Zhu Li's little sister. You've managed to get a job as Lin Beifong's assistant and are tired of watching her work herself into the ground. It had nothing to do with the giant unrequited crush you'd got on her right?

Are you Mine? (I’m yours) - You bring Lin her dinner but she's not in the mood to eat. *Explicit Smut* 18+

You don’t see me (Not how I see you) - You've been with Lin for years but you've never been her priority. So you leave.

Desperate for you - Lin's tied up in front of you, desperate for you and you've never seen anything sexier. *Explicit Smut* 18+

Maria Hill

I can’t lose you - You're injured as the Avengers battle Abomination, Maria reacts.

I’m Home (In your arms) - Maria returns from Space after a year and you're just happy shes home.

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Natsume Sakasaki -Analysis

(from Reminiscences Selection ELEMENT)

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DISCLAIMER + WARNING!!!

I said it before, but I'll have to say it again that this is my PERSONAL ANALYSIS. If anything feels out of place, pls, feel free to have your own thoughts on this. ( Maybe your p.o.v is different from mine )

My English is bad...sorry, but I'll continue to improve it!

I'm not good with analysis so if anything makes you confused, pls do ask. I would love to help you with any problem(that I'm capable of)

Ok~ Let's go!

For those who think the war didn't affect on Natsume much since he looked un-scratch. Then, the answer is a no and yes.

I'm not going to talk about it like, fine by physic and hurt by mental because ( except Eichi ) none character at the end of the war got any physical problem on them. Mostly came from mental then it affects their physical state like Rei or Shu.

Kanata? No, he just lost his beliefs and changed for the better good ( Chiaki saved him in time )

Rei? Got sent away and later on turned into a daunting old man. In his case, he had a bad relationship with Ritsu and his mental problem affected on him made him act and do things like a granny.

Shu, got defeated and had a mental problem after that ( He's getting better later on )

Wataru is...kinda ok actually. Since he was able to figure out Eichi's plan so it didn't do much on him.

Natsume was being protected by the 2yr members of 5 Eccentic so of course, no damage was taken either.

But the thing is, Natsume wasn't able to join the real fight, most of the time, he had to stay back and watch as all his Nii-san fell apart. One by one.

Like, when all your friends got hurt but you can't do anything but stand aside and witness their fall down.

That is why he was so angry. He feels left out.

And he blames it on himself, that he's not as good as them, and that's why he never got a chance to stand up and fight with them.

Now, let's go back in time *click click the turnback button*

He does look a bit uncomfortable when he meets Tsumugi, but most of that is after he knows that Tsumugi knew he's past.

It's like: "Oh...no no, I hate that time and I hate you for being the witness of that old me. Too bad I can't make that memory disappear out of your head so I'm just kinda uncomfortable with you for remembering that stuff."

He starts to get a little un-friendly but then later on, it gets worse, when he learns that Tsumugi is a member of Fine and watches Eichi as his friend.

He goes soft when being with the 5 Eccentric for sure.

But it is still nothing compared to the mad and hatter-like after the war ended. When he ignores Tsumugi and anyone he doesn't care or give a sh^t about. ( He does care about Tsumugi. Sometimes he just acts a little unsettled with anyone he doesn't care/know about. It's not a completely don't care but...ya know what I mean )

( From Chapter 3/ In the rose garden )

So, what made him become like this? It was the war.

It is a yes when it comes to the war's effect on him. It's not as heavy as Shu or Rei or a total change in look and understanding like Kanata but it did have some effect on him.

Hence, it doesn't mean that he's fine. He's better than most but not fine.

How you do think that THAT big of an event can't be able to do something to him. It does!

And to whoever writes his character, I wish your pillow cold on both sides! Because he is such an interesting character to look into.

It's worth pointing out that the feeling of Natsume being an outsider isn't just an experience for him but also for the reader, the viewer who watches the anime and Element 3D version.

Consider the fact that in each episode, an Eccentric was being defeated or was mentioned about their fall.

There was nothing about Natsume but locking himself in a room and keep on writing the script for a happy ending that he was yearning for.

( this is a part of the Black Bird story/ the moment when the script got burned )

Kanata was defeated, then came Shu.

At the time Natsume was writing the script, it was already the end of it all. The situation can no longer be saved.

The Eccentric Party Night? It was all Natsume's dream.

The time when he gets to be with all his beloved Nii-san is in Episode 2. Then later on in Episode 5 when the last Eccentric are being executed.

It was the beginning and the end.

And I don't think if Natsume's plan got accepted by Wataru mean they'll win either. Yes, it is bad for the school as Wataru and Eichi mentioned in Episode 6, but I'm scared for the others who have already been defeated, can they able to gather strength after all the brutal executes their been through.

Simultaneously, the students still hate them. Their anti-fan exists.

They'll have to survive another war even if Eichi's already been taken down.

So in conclusion, if we put the Eccentric Party Night scene out of the picture, then Natsume does seem to be left out.

That why he was so mad, that why he wanted revenge. Even if none of his Nii-san want to, he wants it. Not just for them but also for himself.

He wants a chance to stand up with his own two feet, defeat the bad guy, and show all his beloved brothers that he has finally grown up.

Last but not least! He feels betrayed when Wataru joins Fine. But I think he did understand Wataru's decision. That why he still call Wataru his Nii-san, that why he just a little crappy but not a totally hated form of treatment for Wataru.

You can say he has a soft spot for Wataru, but he didn't beg nor have any rejection over it, he just went: "Why did my beloved Nii-san have to stay in the same unit as that demon...now it is even harder to take him down...what a headache."

He knows Wataru well, and lets Wataru do as he likes. And I think that was a very grown-up of him. After all that begging for the plan to be accepted by Wataru. After all that panic and suffering for his older senior to win it even if there was already no redo.

The Natsume now is calmer than before. Of course, he still has a lot to learn and more room for development, but yes, he may have some improve.

That all~ That alL~ ThaNk yOU for REAding~ XoxO!

Also made one for Tsumugi in the past if you want to read another analysis: https://www.tumblr.com/sucantslay/745663127662837760/aoba-tsumugi-analysis-from-the-animation

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iisasarcasticlittleshite · 1 year

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Scenario time! Everyone in the HOL is chilling when suddenly Barbato’s pops up asking for MC and giving a letter to them saying it’s from their older sister, and they brothers are lowkey shook like “MC You didn’t tell us you had a sister!” But then MC gets super mad like “I don’t have an obligation to tell you anything.” Then rips up the letter and goes straight up to their room. It’s clear that MC doesn’t have the best relationship with their sister and takes a long time to get the information as to why out of them but eventually they spill the beans and tell them that their sister basically bullied them for their whole life and that she’s been trying to get in contact with them to apologize but MC doesn’t want to hear it. Headcaons on how they would handle it? Would they try to help MC’s sister to build a relationship with them again? When they keep MC’s sister out of their life?

Let me preface this by saying that no one has the right to be a toxic presence in your life, blood relations or not. Toxic relationships are draining, none more so than those with family.

That being said, let's get on with the headcannons, shall we?

'Do you wish to see her?' Asked Lucifer.

'No.' MC replied, wringing their fingers together, curled up small in the corner of their bed. The eldest had cornered them after their little episode, worried that he'd let contact happen when MC didn't want it to.

'Would you like me to keep her away?'

'Yes, please.'

The eldest nodded, sinking down on the bed beside them, placing his gloved hand on their shoulder. 'That's all you needed to say.'

'You're not going to tell me that I should at least hear her out?'

'No, you don't owe anyone forgiveness, no matter how nicely they asked. That decision is yours, and I won't let anyone take it away from you.'

Mammon chewed his lower lip worriedly, wanting nothing more than to set that letter on fire and wipe the memory of it ever existing from MC's mind, anything to stop his human from pacing like this.

It's all he can do to watch the human pace the width of the lounge, periodically circling sofas, winding themselves up more and more the longer they pace.

He can't take it anymore, and catches them by the shoulders, holding them at arm's length.

"She doesn't get to make you feel like this. You wanna hear what she has to say, I'm comin' with ya, but no one gets to make you look so damn sad!"

Leviathan sheltered you in his room, provided all the games and snacks and anime you could ever want to distract you. Anything to put a smile back on your face, or at the very least bring you back out of whatever dark place you'd taken yourself too.

'You don't have to talk about it. Just please, don't keep her around if she makes you cry.'

You snuggled down into his side, hiding your face in his oversized hoodie as he gamed, smiling as he turned red.

'Want me to hack her accounts and post embarrassing shit?'

'That's petty...let's do it.'

Satan understands, perhaps better than anyone, but he doesn't stick his oar in. He stands back, a silent comfort simply for being around. If you need to speak, he'll listen, if you want comfort, his arms are open for you.

'You are not weak for being willing to listen to her.' He whispered, dragging his fingers through your hair, massaging your scalp until you melted into him. 'You would not be cruel for wishing to cut her off, either. This is your life, your decision and time you did what's best for yourself. Whatever that is, I'm here.'

Forget about worrying, Asmodeus is going to make your concerns melt, one way or another. If you remain resistant to physical comfort, he'll sit and listen to your words.

If you have something to say, he's always eager to hang off every word, always ready with tissues and a shoulder to cry on.

There's nothing for you to be ashamed of with Asmo, he supports you no matter how emotional or torn apart you get.

'You're to so strong, sweetheart. I admire you so much. Don't be scared, tell me more.

Beelzebub and Belphegor sandwich you between them, one understanding the want to forgive, the other defending the need to stay away.

They try their best not to influence any decision, it's your family and your life. They do, however, bury you un blankets, cuddled into Belphegor like a body pillow while Beel presses into your other side, supplying heat like a hot water bottle while hand-feeding you snacks.

It's the ultimate comfort brigade, nothing to do but be cuddled into oblivion until your mind calms down and you can actually thing.

"Family is important, but you're easily more important."

"Especially to us."

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Bound in Fire and Blood [Aemond Targaryen x Reader]

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Summary: You are the younger twin sister of Aemond Targaryen and the second youngest child to King Viserys and Queen Alicent. Growing up you were extremely close to your twin brother, practically inseparable and as you continued to grow, you realized your feelings for him were more than just a sibling love….

TRIGGER WARNING: This is a story of incest (obviously, it’s Game of Thrones). It contains strong depictions of sexual content and blood. Please read at your own risk.

Warnings in this chapter: Contains spoilers for episode ten, The Black Queen.

Chapter Nineteen: …And the Dragons Danced

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You smiled lightly as you watched Revnass eat, having burnt a goat for her meal. Her silver scales reflected on the ground, being named the Silver Queen for her color. You remembered how she latched on to you when she was born, having been the only egg in yours and Aemond’s shared cradle. You never gave up on your twin brother and it may have taken his left eye, but he gained a dragon in the end.

“The masters tell me Revnass laid a clutch,” You told Aemond softly noticing him come over. The two of you had mended things from the family dinner and were enjoying the calm before the storm.

“She has always acted like her rider in such ways.” Aemond hummed lightly, his hands clasped behind his back. “Including the attitude.”

You rolled your eyes but you had a small smirk upon your lips. Revnass was never one to listen to the dragon masters the older the two of you got. To say they were frustrated with her on many occasions was an understatement.

“Vhaenys would soon enough have a dragon of her own then our unborn babe if Revnass is to lay another clutch,” You said softly placing a hand on your stomach. Your dress was tight around your stomach, yet it was still unnoticeable unless one was to stare a little too long.

“Our children will be dragon riders just like their mother and father.” Aemond walked closer to you, placing his hand lightly over yours.

You hummed lightly before smiling up at your husband. You had always envisioned such a life with him, ever since you were young children. You leaned up and connected your lips with his gently, giggling as he pulled you closer to him.

It was a bittersweet moment shared between the twin green dragons, one that seemed rare almost. You knew it was going to stay such a way with the war brewing between the greens and the blacks, and you wanted to enjoy it while the storm was still calm.

“We should head back to the keep,” You said softly after a moment. “We can bring Vhaenys back to look at her egg if she wishes.”

As you climbed out of the carriage, you were greeted by your grandsire waiting for the two of you. “Your Grace would like to speak with you immediately.”

You looked up at Aemond who nodded and you followed, sighing at the appearance of Aegon in the small council room with the crown of the conqueror resting upon his head. There was a fire behind his violet eyes, a fire fueled by anger.

“There are houses that have not declared their loyalty,” Aegon spoke up after a moment. “Mother wishes me to task the two of you to go to Storms End, Lord Borros being the lord we need the most.”

“And how are we to have the Lord declare his loyalty to you?” You questioned with a cocked brow.

Aegon stared at you, the fire in his eyes only seeming to grow. “You can spread your legs, my dear sister. Let him stuff your cunt. I suppose you are not a stranger to such activities behind your husband’s back,” He said bluntly.

Aemond narrowed his eye at your drunkard brother, but he stayed quiet. He was king now and he could deem such actions as treason if he so wishes.

Alicent sighed as she stood behind her eldest son’s chair. “I want the two of you to propose a marriage pact to Lord Borros. For your youngest brother to have the hand of any of his daughters.”

“Would Daeron even consent to such a pact?”

“He would knowing it will help out his King,” Aegon snapped.

“When did you want us to leave for Storms End?” Aemond spoke up for the first time.

“The sooner, the better. We must get to Lord Baratheon before our whore of a half sister does.”

You glanced at your husband and sighed before nodding your head. “Yes, Your Grace,” You said softly before being excused from the small council room.

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“I do not want you to come.”

You turned to Aemond while you finished putting on your dragon riding clothes along with your blue sapphire colored cloak. You furrowed your brows a bit.

“I am going to come with you.”

“I do not want you to fly in your condition,” Aemond stated firmly while grabbing onto your arm.

You narrowed your eyes while yanking your arm away. “I am barely swollen, husband. I can fly to Storms End with you.” You picked up your brooch, a silver Targaryen sigil and clasped your cloak together at your shoulders. “Besides, I do not want any of the Baratheon girls to believe you are available for marriage.”

Aemond couldn’t help but chuckle and smirk a bit. “You are quite fiery today, are you not?” He asked with a raised brow. “I am afraid Vhaenys will catch on.”

You furrowed your brows and sighed softly, turning your head away. “We are the same, husband. You and I…I do not understand why you find it amusing.”

Aemond laughed once more before slowly stepping back. “I just know I have made the right choice in my wife.”

You felt the smile creeping on your lips as you turned to grab your belt with your sheathed sword. You had clear instructions that you were to be messengers and not warriors, yet your husband had always taught you to defend yourself to be safe. It was to be a quick journey to Storms End and there should be no reason for bloodshed, although the Stranger seemed to have other plans on that tragic day.

The flight to Storms End had been hard on Revnass, the younger dragon not used to flying in such a rough condition. You lightly stroked her scales once you got off, leaning your head against hers.

“Lykiri, Revnass,” You whispered to her. “Lykiri,” You repeated and smiled as she nuzzled against you before you turned once your husband came over.

You took a deep breath holding onto his arm before you were led towards the castle. Lord Borros’ father had sworn loyalty towards Rhaenyra when she was declared as heir, yet you could only hope for the current lord to be swayed to Aegon’s side.

Your nerves seemed to wash away the more you discussed matters with Lord Borros. He was ecstatic at the idea of one of his daughters marrying a Prince of the Seven Kingdoms.

You had your hands clasped in front of you, a smile on show as you listened to the Lord of Storms End and your husband discuss marriage matters. You just did not enjoy the idea of Daeron not being present to choose his own wife although this pact was strictly for political matters.

You turned your head when the doors opened and furrowed your brows at the sight of your nephew being escorted in with guards flanking him.

“Prince Lucerys Velaryon,” A guard announced.

You lightly grabbed onto Aemond’s arm as he came over to your side. “Remember we are here as envoys,” You whispered in his ear.

Aemond glanced behind you, the smirk of mischief clear on his face. He hummed in response, rubbing your arm lightly listening as Borros grew angry with your half sister’s request.

“Go home, pup and tell your mother that the Lord of Storms End is not some dog she can whistle up at need to set against her foes,” Borros said angrily.

“I will give your answer to the Queen, my lord,” Lucerys stated and began to turn away.

Aemond hummed lightly. “Wait…my Lord Strong,” He began, Luke being quick to turn back around. “Did you really think that you could just fly about the realm trying to steal my brother’s throne at no cost?”

“Aemond,” You scolded quietly but he only ignored you.

“I will not fight you,” Luke stated boldly. “I came as a messenger, not a warrior.”

“A fight would be little challenge. No.” Aemond reached up to remove his eyepatch, revealing the blue sapphire he put in place of his lost eye. “I want you to put out your eye. As payment for mine.”

You frowned at how scared Luke appeared. You made a quiet promise to protect your nephew from Aemond as your husband pulled out his dagger.

“One will serve,” He stated throwing his dagger towards Lucerys. “I would not blind you.”

“Aemond,” You said louder with narrowed eyes as he turned towards you. “You need to quit acting like a child. We delivered the message, there is no need to get revenge for what happened so long ago,” You scolded.

Aemond growled at your words, although you could see the hurt in his eye. He turned back to Lucerys when he refused, his hurt turning to anger.

“Give me your eye, or I will take it, bastard!” Aemond rushed to pick up his dagger, Lucerys backing away in fear.

Once Lord Borros deescalated the situation, you were quick to follow Luke out. You grabbed onto his arm lightly as he made his way to his dragon.

“Lucerys,” You said softly grabbing onto his arm. “Do not be afraid of Aemond.” You reached up lightly placing a hand on his cheek before pulling him into a hug. “I will make sure you get home safe to your mother,” You whispered in his ear.

You released the hug and slowly made your way to Revnass, going through the storm clouds. You glanced behind you noticing Luke was following you, but frowned at how eerily quiet it was. Vhagar was not on the ground by the time you left Storms End which meant Aemond was somewhere in the storm as well.

You gasped as Vhagar came from underneath, Luke barely dodging her jaws. You let out a growl as you heard Aemond’s laugh, trying to get between your husband and your nephew. You blinked away the rain, Revnass staying close behind Arrax as you flew through a gap that was too small for Vhagar to get through.

“Taoba!” You heard Aemond shout and furrowed your brows.

After Arrax attacked Vhagar, you flew up beyond the storm clouds with Luke. You blew out a heavy breath looking down below with a frown tugging at your lips.

“Y/N,” Lucerys spoke up, the fear still clear on his face as you looked at him. “I do not want to fight anymore.”

You frowned, opening your mouth to tell him it would be all right although nothing came out as Vhagar came from the side. She took Luke in her jaws, Arrax’s body falling below. You stared over the side feeling the tears stinging your violet eyes, the only noise being heard is Aemond’s laugh clearly proud of what he had done.

You knew deep down that with the death of Lucerys Velaryon, a young boy only of three-and-ten, it would turn the tides and the war of fire and blood was to commence.

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unhingedmarvelandclassicwhobuff · 4 months

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I would like to know, what was Natasha’s role in episode 5 of What If (Season 2), what was her relationship with Peggy, and did she interact with Steve at all? I have gotten some updates on Marvel’s ongoing crusade against Stucky, but not so much about the ongoing crusade against Romanogers, so I am curious.

To be totally honest, at first I could barely remember that Natasha was even IN the episode. That's how little she added to it. Here's a rundown of everything she does:

the very first scene of the episode is the iconic "Avengers assemble" moment from the first movie, but with Peggy giving out orders instead of Steve. The exact same orders. I don't think a single word was different. And the scene ends with her doing what Steve did for Nat and launching her into the air off the shield.

the next meaningful thing she does at all is hop in a jet and try to shoot down Hydra Stomper Steve when he tries to kill Secretary of Defense Bucky.

once Nat and Peggy bring down the suit, they take the unconscious Steve to one of Nat's safehouses. This one is in Scotland. She argues with Peggy for a bit about what to do, but she doesn't say a word once Steve wakes up.

since in this universe Hydra was totally wiped out in the 1950s, the Red Room takes its place as the Super Secret Evil Organization That Was Here The Whole Time. And to that end, Nat is once again used as a plot device to get Peggy and Steve to where it is.

they end up in Russia, in a bizarre Pleasantville-esque American town (and just as an aside, since Elizabeth Olsen was in the opening credits I'm sure a lot of people, me included, were thinking that in this reality Wanda had been taken by the Red Room and this was something they were having her do. But no, Wanda is only in the final seconds of the episode to set up another one. I'm glad she didn't appear, as seeing her as a Red Room agent would've made me pop a blood vessel, but still).

Apparently in this universe Natasha succeeded in killing Dreykhov, so Melina is the head of the Red Room. Yet while you'd think this would be a great chance to do something with Nat, 99% of the confrontation is between Melina and Peggy. At one point Melina even says... I wish I was kidding... "Even in Russia, little girls dream of growing up to be Captain Carter".

the big final battle is between Peggy and Steve, and during that Nat is fighting a bunch of other Black Widows, but most of it is offscreen.

Nat is completely outmatched when Melina steps in, and Melina is on the brink of strangling her when Steve breaks his programming and latches onto her with a grappling spike before launching both of them into the air to destroy the Red Room. So much like in her own damn movie, Natasha didn't get to resolve her own past issues.

That about sums it up. Natasha was pretty much an afterthought in the episode. The only characters she directly speaks to are Peggy and Melina. Which I guess is slightly better than taking everything she does for Steve and giving it to Peggy, but it's still enraging. I didn't get a single bit of chemistry from the two of them.

#marvel's what if #natasha romanoff #peggy carter #captain carter #melina vostokoff #steve rogers

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☆ Pairing: TVA!Loki x Reader

☆ Synopsis: After all that's been going on, the TVA not only hires Loki, but gives him a break, clear his mind and clean his wounds. And someone very interesting is gonna help him out with that.

☆ Word Count: 4,297

☆ Notes: Based on my comfort show, this takes place immediately after episode 1, and way before episode 2, there's a huge time lapse between each that I wish had been more exploited. So at Thanos said "fine, I'll do it myself" and indulge myself in the process..

☆ Warnings: Loki's shirt and jumpsuit (he's in the prisoner outfit) is open, so a soon-to-be sexual tension if I eventually make more of this? But I don't really like stranger to lovers so... not yet, no.

It had been a very interesting day, days? His invasion to the Earth had been foiled and he was just about to be taken for what seemed to be a likely execution in Asgard when the Tesseract landed on his feet and what seemed to be a perfect escape ended up in a whole new world of trouble.

Sacred-Timelines, Variants, a Time Police, Space Lizard Gods that decided the flow of time, no magic, his entire life being a failure, him being destined to die by Thanos hands had just been the opener. And another variant of him going after them making Loki their best shot at catching him... Norns, give him a break.

“Alright Loki” Mobius patted him on the back, “Go get yourself patched up, we’ll start in the morning.”

“The morning?” Loki asked unsure, “There are mornings here?”

Mobius just laughed.

“It’s figurative speech, look, I’ll take you to the doc’s Office myself” he mocked him, “I don’t want the entire department pitying you. You look awful.”

Loki just groaned as he followed him around the TVA facilities, as Mobius explained further how things worked. But by the time they arrived Loki realized how sore he really felt, all the adrenaline of the day’s event died down, making him realize how sore he was.

“Good luck in there” Mobius teased, “I’ll see if I stop by with a get-well balloon or something.”

And he left the god to his luck. Right in front of a door with a sleeping face. Loki simply scoffed and knocked on the door before opening. And he had to admit that the sight was quite welcoming.

The room was pleasantly warm and illuminated in calid light, and warmly decorated, with a big red couch and two matching red cushioned footstools, a shiny wooden table with a bowl of candy, a water dispenser and cups with a handmade paper sign that said: «make yourself at home 😊». And a desk in one of the corners, that had a cabinet full of what seemed to be medicaments, bandages, and ointments. It almost didn’t look like a place of healing, but then again, nothing in this place made sense.

Loki sat on the couch, resting his feet on the footstool and the ambience of the place added up to his soreness made evident how exhausted he truly was. As much as he wanted to keep his guard up, he started to doze off.

He didn’t know how he was asleep when he was woken up by the sound of the door clicking open. He sat up straight with his feet on the floor as a figured stepped in the room wearing a black outfit and a white lab coat with the TVA logo on the sewn in the chest pocket and holding a folder of papers.

“Okay Mobius what did you need me to— O-Oh… you’re…” you muttered, “you’re the Loki variant everyone’s talking about.”

“How long was I out?” Loki asked, “Who are you? What are you gonna do to me?”

“Ah… I don’t know. 5, maybe 15 minutes? Sorry I kept you waiting, Mobius dropped you in the middle of my break” you apologized, looking through the documents. “So, I take it, you are who needed help...? Mobius said I was needed here.”

“Of course, he did” he huffed.

“Well, yeah… Although I assumed one of the Minute-Men needed help” you said politely. “But I can help you if there’s something you need from me.”

“You could take me to the Time-Keepers, that’d pull a smile on my face” Loki snarled.

“I would if I could, but I’m not high-ranked to see them myself…” you apologized politely. “Now, I’d normally say take a seat, but I see you already did so just, make yourself comfortable again.”

Loki didn’t move, his body still tense as he remained wary of your presence. You simply sat on the free footstool looking at him with patience.

“Okay, I uh… I’m ashamed to admit I checked your file to try finding where you could you be injured,” you admitted, “but I think it’s better just asking so… does it hurt anywhere?”

Loki just chuckled ironically.

“No need for your pity.”

“Pity?” you chuckled, “Loki, it’s my job to care for others, that’s the TVA’s mission! If you want to get rid of me just help me help you and you’ll never have to deal with me again…”

Knowing that there was no point fighting he just sighed in defeat as he leaned back on the couch.

“Were doesn’t it hurt?” he joked.

“Right, your variance is after New York, it took you weeks to fully recover, twisted ankle, several cuts and big bruises all over, occasional broken ribs, I’m impressed you managed to wreak havoc in this state.” You explained, “But this… this is I have never seen.”

You reached to touch the bruise on his cheek, brushing lightly against his cheekbone.

“Ow! Stop that!” Loki protested at the touch. “This is not from New York! Your associate smacked me across the face when you stole me from the Timeline!”

“B-15 did this to you?!” you gasped in horror, “Oh she’s so gonna hear it from me when I see her! Look at this bruise!”

“I’m not sure what you expect from a punch that lasts half a minute” Loki protested.

“She slow-mo-ed you?” you smiled nervously, but his cold expression made it evident he had not found it half as amusing as you did. “Ahem, sorry.”

You stood up and walked to the cabinet and grabbed a couple of items, bandages, gauze, and a couple of bottles. And you returned to sit by his side, to make look at his face.

“Hold on a second, did you say occasional broken ribs? How does that work? Shouldn’t all wounds be the same?”

“Well… yes, and no…” you explained, “The body can react differently to the same kind of injury, like sometimes tripping down the stairs can bruise you, sometimes it won’t, creating minor variances, but not always enough to create a branch line, as long as they need keep with the flow of time. Unless the wound has a consequence, it’s not a variance, and you were locked up for a while to heal after this. And Asgardians are particularly resistant and heal on their own quite fast—”

“Then why am I here for?” he interrupted you.

“Well, I see no reason why we can’t give your body a little helping hand, or at least ease up the pain,” you offered “but I’m suspecting Mobius thought you could use a time out away from all of these, give you time to process everything.”

“Oh, so you and him are friends?” Loki scoffed. “You must be awfully close to let you stay here alone with me.”

“He’s a good friend, yes.” you admitted, “But this office is meant to be a safe space, everyone’s welcome if the need help. The infirmary is next door if your wounds were more severe.”

“So, what is this room?”

“A break room, to put it simply, but most of us come here to treat minor injuries, I usually help some of them” you shrugged. “That being said, I take it’d be alright if I checked for wounds? Given I’ll need you to open your jumpsuit and shirt.”

You waited patiently as Loki stared at you with curiosity, not completely following what was going on.

“You are allowed to call for an actual doctor or decline if you feel uncomfortable” you assured him.

“N-No... It’s” he licked his lips nervously, “It’s quite alright.”

He unbuttoned the jumpsuit and blue shirt, sliding the sleeves of his shirt as it uncovered down to his waist. Leaving his torso completely bare.

“Oh my...” you mumbled at the sight.

“What?” Loki asked amused, “enjoying the view?”

“I’m not gonna answer that,” you smiled, “we’re going off subject. Okay, I’ll start cleaning the open cuts, that good?”

“I suppose.”

You grabbed a little bottle and opened the cap, revealing a spray. Loki turned around so you could start with the wounds on his back.

“Okay, this is a sterilizer and disinfectant, it’ll clean the wounds, but it’s gonna sting” you warned him.

“Please, how bad can it AAAH!” he let out a yelp, arching his back and hissed in pain, it stung worse than he expected. “Careful!”

“I warned you it’d sting!” you smiled somewhat nervous, “I need you to be a bit tough for this.”

You began cleaning and disinfecting the wounds over his back. Loki winces through the pain. It does sting, but Loki bites his lip and remains silent, just watching you work. Your concern about him is making his defenses waver, and he doesn’t know how to feel about it. Your intentions seem so pure and genuine.

By the time you finished cleaning the cuts on his back he had grown accustomed to the treatment. And when you gave gently taps with the gauze he started relaxing again.

“Asgardian resistance never ceases to amaze me” you complimented him. “I’m impressed Hulk didn’t roughen you up more.”

“You’ve seen that?” Loki said feeling his face heat up in embarrassment.

“Well… yeah…” you smiled at the sight of the flustered god. “You’re the most famous variant at the TVA, studying your life is kind of a requirement for the best Hunters, and to be just a decent Analyst.”

“Great” Loki groaned.

While you moved to treat the cuts up his arm, your finger stroked his bicep making him jolt. He pulled back his arm, causing you looking at him confusedly for a few moments. You just stayed in silent for a couple of seconds when a scaringly mischievous smile.

“Sorry, I wasn’t trying to tickle you.”

“Nonsense, I’m not-”

“Loki...” you cut him off with a teasy grin, “Yeah you are.”

Loki just grumbled.

“How do you know—?”

“I’m an Analyst, and even if a Loki variant wasn’t our top priority, and like I said, studying your life is kind of a requirement to be just a decent Analyst.”

“Oh, and you’re a decent one?” he mocked you.

“I’d like to think so” you just smiled back, clearly unphased. “Where else does it hurt?”

Loki thought for a moment, despite he felt way worse earlier, even right now there wasn’t a single inch of his body that wasn’t sore.

“Everywhere…?” you asked gently.

“That’s… correct…” he sighed, leaning back on the couch, groaning in pain.

You reach to try and get a look on Loki’s torso, stopping with your hands above his abdomen.

“Would it be okay if I check?” you asked, tilting your head to point at him “I mean, I have to check you, but I don’t want to make you uncomfortable…”

This was a huge contrast from everyone else he had talked to in the TVA, everyone had been at least rude, manipulative, or cruel and straight up life-threatening at some point. But at most you had teased him, you seemed genuinely wanting to help, and for some unknown, unexplained reason didn’t feel threatened by you at all.

Loki hesitated, and then nodded. He moves over so you can reach all of his wounds.

“You should know that being touched by someone else is not an experience I give just anyone, but it is preferable to remaining injured.” He says, a bit of vulnerability creeps into Loki’s voice, a rare sight. “Do what you must, please.”

“Okay,” you smiled at him, “thank you for the trust.”

That last comment stirred up something within him, did he trust you? He had just met you but being thanked for it was oddly pleasant.

“Does it hurt particularity bad here?” you asked, prodding, and poking around, gently squeezing his sides and ribs.

Loki flinches at the prodding and poking but holds still. He’s clearly nervous about your actions, and his hands are tight fists in his lap.

“N-No…” he stuttered through gritted teeth.

Which would’ve been concerning had it not been fore the smile crawling up his lips.

“I guess that discards broken ribs” you smiled, biting back the urge to tease him.

“I take it I’m not as much as an odd variant?” Loki asked, and you shook your head. “Well, that’s a pity… I thought I was special.”

“Not special? I strongly differ. Asgardian speed to heal never ceases to amaze me, I mean look at this! A blast from Tony Stark’s repulsors, a fight with Thor, an explosive arrow from a flying vehicle, and Hulk just whacking you around like a ragdoll” you said excitedly. “And look, almost every sever injury is already healed on its own! It’s almost as if your body knows what to heal first based on how critical the injure is!”

You kept pressing, squeezing, and poking Loki around, fully fascinated pointing out how healthy he seemed, only making Loki flinch more, sometimes with pain, sometimes with what felt like tickles. He did his best to keep his composure but sooner than he realizes it, he is taking in a few quick, shallow breaths, biting back to stop himself from laughing.

You chuckle softly, standing up to grab something from the cabinet on the corner.

“So, being super ticklish is a Loki thing, huh?” you grinned, almost as if you were not trying to tease him at all, “Sorry, I’ve never been so close to a Loki before, this is a fascinating opportunity!”

“What do you mean?” he asked.

“Well, usually the variants aren’t here for long…” you said sadly, “And I’m sad to say I’ve never been assigned to a case involving you so… Never got the chance to study the god of mischief firsthand…”

Under normal circumstances, Loki would have teased you, flirted with you just for the sake of embarrassing you, or just mocked you. But nothing of this situation was normal.

“How come?” Loki asked.

“Well… Loki variants are high rank cases,” you admitted “and it’s very had to climb your way to the top without leverage given there’s not much growth opportunity in here… So, I am assigned to safer cases… It’s good, but… there’s no… excitement…”

Then something clicked, the reason why Loki was sent to the break room and not the infirmary, why you treated his wounds rather than a doctor, why Mobius sent you to him, proving you could manage being with a Loki could help you rise through ranks. If you realized this as well, you didn’t show, you just seemed to focus on treating his wounds and studying.

“That sounds boring” Loki pointed out.

“It’s not so b… Aaah… No, boring is the right word!” you said with a newfound anger, “Do you know how few of us Analysts get to go into the field like Mobius and see the universe, while the rest of us are stuck here learning through document and video files?!”

“Look at the little mouse” Loki snickered, “I didn’t think you had it in you.”

“Wouldn’t you be angry in my place?” you complained.

“No, I would cause mischief and find a way out” Loki retorted with a cocky smirk. “Not that a goody-goody like you would know how...”

Loki smiled at the indignant look on your face as you returned to sit next to him. You huffed as you unscrewed the lid of tiny jar on your hands. As soon the lid came off, he got smacked in the face by the disgusting smell and his smiled disappeared.

“I’m gonna rub this on your bruises, it should help them heal faster, but it’s a bit smelly” you warned him to help him relax. But then a devilish smile appeared in your lips, “...although I doubt that will be the least of your concerns.”

Loki’s face takes on a look of mild panic as you grab the ointment. His breath quickens again, and his heart starts to beat quicker. Loki’s fingers wrap around the arm rest of the couch, clutching the cloth.

“I... N-no. I... don’t... Please don’t...” Loki tried reasoning with you, on the cusp of a nervous fit as he speaks.

“Don’t be a baby,” you smiled amusedly “it’s for your own good!”

You then proceed to gently rub circles the ointment in a bruise on his belly. Loki’s breath hitches. His body goes rigid as the ointment touches him. Loki is silent for a moment, until he lets out a tiny, surprised squeak. His cheeks look like tomatoes.

“You know, I’m considering staying here to tickle you for a while” you smiled as his giggling kept further slipping through his mouth.

“Y-y-y-you are awful!” he accuses you, though he has playful tone, rather than an offensive one.

Maybe this whole Time Variance Authority pantomime really was fun... just a little bit.

“I know, I know” you roll your eyes in amusement, “just take it like a big boy, you’re still badly bruised.”

You look up at him for a moment and smiles at his red faces and how poorly his containing his reactions.

“You can laugh you know? I won’t get mad at you as long as you let me patch you up” you mocked him, moving on to the next spot.

That teasy reassurance broke him. Maybe he found it funny, maybe it was that the new spot was below a particularly sensitive rib, or maybe he really wanted to take that opportunity to not have a lung bursting due to held back laughter. But the damn broke.

He lets out a small chuckle, just as you begin rubbing the ointment along another bruise. Loki’s body is again rigid, and he lets out a sharp breath as he does a final desperate attempt to keep himself together. But it proved too much, and he burst into bright bubbly laughter.

“Wahahait! Nohohot there!” he cackled.

The smile on your face grew bigger at his dorky laugh.

“Is that a smile?” you teased him “Is this all that takes to make the God of Mischief laugh, a few tickles?”

“You are a terrible nurse!” he cried, laughing a bit in spite of himself. “Thihihihihis is cruel!

“Wow, I knew being a drama king was just hard coded into you but... That was uncalled for, if I were a bad nurse, I’d do this—” You giggle as you use your other hand to tickle his armpit.

Loki jumped at the contact and let out an adorable yet incredibly undignified squeak. As he doubled over in laughter.

“AHHH! No! No! S-s-stop!” he squealed, “Stohohohohop!”

Loki tried to fight against his body’s response, but ever since he was a child his entire body collapsed when he was tickled, leaving him a maniac laughing mess, and perhaps… perhaps, he was having fun and he couldn’t stay serious even if he wanted to. He just collapsed against the couch laughing.

He probably couldn’t remember the last time someone tickled him, but he even then the list wasn’t longer than his brother and his parents when he was very little. And when said parents are both royalty and gods… well, the list pretty much reduced to Thor.

And deep down, he missed it, after all that had been happening. This silly thing was the most relaxing thing he’d experienced in a while. It made him feel… playful.

“Imagine how much faster New York would’ve been if the Avenger had just ti— EEEEK! Lohohohoki!”

Before you could finish that sentence, Loki had latched onto your sides and he squeezed, making you burst into giggles.

“I’m sorry little Analyst, that’s what you get for underestimating the God of Mis— ehehehe hehey!”

And almost as if you weren’t two adults in the office of a universal scale organization you had unleashed a tickle fight just like any pair of children in a playfield.

“Gihihive up Loki, Ihihihi know ahahahall your tickle spots” you giggled you kneaded his hipbones, making him holler.

“Dohohon’t be so suhuhure! Ihihi I’m stihihihihill stronger thahahan youhuhu!” he cried, pinching over your ribs.

“Dohohoho our worst!” you squealed defiantly.

“Ohoho... I intend to” Loki chuckled, as he pulled you to his lap so he could claw and wiggle his fingers against your stomach.

“Ehehe— hey!” you whined, kicking your legs as he tickled you. “Stohohop it!”

“Mmm, no I don’t feel like stopping” Loki purred against your ear. “Maybe I’ll tickle you until you go mad.”

“Ohoho yeah?!” you laughed as you used the closeness to squeeze his kneecap.

He barked out a laugh as you had gone to attack his legs, squeezing his knees, or scribbling your fingers underneath them. It made him want to just surrender, but a stubborn one he was, and it made him double over on effort. Poking and prodding all over your torso trying to find a bad spot.

And it made you laugh for sure, but not stop you. His damn prisoner jumpsuit was still wide open, exposing his stomach for your fingernails to gently scratch all over it.

“Stohohohop thahahat or I— Ahahaha w-wait wahahahait!” he laughed.

Being objective, it made it an even fight, you were in your element, based on your performance you probably knew every ticklish spot on his body and your clothes were more protection that his while he despite having the strength wasn’t used to any of not having his magic, or this place, so he just clumsily tried fight back.

“Cuhuhut it ouhuhut!” you squeaked.

“You cuhuhut it out!” he complained as he wiggled his fingers against your sides, drilling his fingers against them.

It proved more effective because your squirming became more violent. And before he noticed you had both tumbled down to the floor. Despite that indirectly announced the end of that, the absurdity of the whole situation was enough to make you both laugh again.

“Alright, alright, that was fun, but I really need you to let me finish patching you up” you scolded him playfully as you helped him to his feet.

“Fine” he smiled, as he sat back on the couch “I must admit, I didn’t expect anyone here to know the meaning of fun.”

You smiled and rolled your eyes, not dignifying that with a response.

“I’ll be careful to try tickling you the least possible” you offered.

You refocused on rubbing the ointment on his bruises, which still very much tickled but not intentionally. Loki kept laughing and smiling with barely any restraint now. But in your defense, you had kept your word and it was bearable enough to keep a conversation with only an interrupting gasp or snicker here and there. He even complied rolling the pants’ leg to treat the most of his injuries from his ankles and legs.

You kept chatting with him, at first trying to make small talk, asking him about basic stuff like his thoughts on the building and dull topics, that sooner than later turned to events on Loki’s life. Going on about his sabotaging acts against humanity throughout history.

“… Okay, okay! But how did you keep convincing Switzerland to keep invading Liechtenstein?”

“Simple darling,” he bragged, “give them a —ehehe— give them enough time to forget, and make soldier get lost– hehe... enough.”

“But out of all the Realms what did you have against earth?” you chuckled. “You seemed to always pick on them quite a lot.”

“Surely you’d do the same to the planet the popularized the myth that you screwed a horse” Loki excused himself.

“Aww, no they didn’t” you grinned, “the horse did you, or should I remind who was the mother?”

Loki let out an undignified gasp as you burst out laughing.

“Oh, that’s low, even for a time bureaucrat” Loki said, with a smile he found himself incapable of suppressing.

He wouldn’t be caught dead saying it, but he actually liked this side of you, you seemed much less stiff than when you arrived, and… it was cute. Your nose scrunched up and your shoulders bounced at the pace of that stupidly self-satisfied laugh.

Who knows how long you two went on like this, often forgetting that you were here to cure him and just immersing in the conversation. And still… before he noticed, you had finished and were buttoning up his jumpsuit.

“There, it wasn’t so bad, was it?” you teased him.

The person now sitting before him seemed completely different to who walked in. More relaxed, witty, sarcastic, and funny.

“You are the worst nurse...” he grumbled, but there’s a clear note of pleasure in his voice.

“Ohoho... You just love getting yourself in trouble, your majesty” you gave him a last tickle on side before standing up. “Now all you need is time to heal.”

Loki stares up at your, breathing heavily after your last tickling. He’s still trying to keep a straight face when he speaks but it’s impossible. He lets out a tiny breathless laugh, and he sits up fully, and his head just drops back into the couch in mild exhaustion. His breath speeds up a bit and the smile on his face turns into a wide, toothy grin.

“Yes, doctor” he smiled cockily.

“I’ll bring you a clean uniform so you can take a shower and freshen up.” You said as you walked to the door, “You should be a… large, given how tall you are…” you offered gently. “You rest for a bit. I’ll take care of it.”

The way your hospitality moved him was scary. But Loki’s temper just subdued.

“I... thank you...” he said, almost in a whisper, “for everything.”

You looked at him. And for a moment, Loki would’ve sworn something in your gaze faltered, it looked almost regretful. But it vanished to that warm inviting smile you had earlier.

“Welcome to the TVA” you smiled.