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secondhand-trash · 3 years

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Santa Baby

A/N: the holidays just makes me want to be spoiled yknow...

Description: Been an awful good girl, Santa baby, so hurry down the chimney tonight.

Pairing: Yaku Morisuke x f!reader

Warning: pwp, fingering, vaginal penetration, sorta dirty talk?, creampie

Word count: 2416

It all started with dancing, a bottle of champagne, and a diamond necklace.

The glasses of sparkling had made you giddier than usual, giving him a childish chuckle when he told you to close your eyes mischievous mid-swirl as the tunes of jazz hummed softly across your dimly lit living room. Perhaps it was the way your bodies had melted against each other as Yaku held you by the waist through each step or the fire play that seemed excessive in your apartment all year round except for this one occasion, but your face heated up like you were far ahead of being just slightly tipsy as he landed a kiss at the convex of where your neck extended downwards.

You gasped when you felt the coldness touching your collarbones a few moments later. The dainty stones that were threaded into a thin line now sparkling with each rose of your chest had you at awe, but you quickly turned to him with a light-heartedly accusing glare.

“What happened to budgets?” You sucked in a deep breath as you traced the diamonds resting on your neck but it only seemed to amuse him even further, “you’re gonna make me feel really bad for never getting you anything that matches what you get me in value.”

He chuckled, closing your gaping lips up with a peck as he grinned.

“What do you mean? I love what you got me.” He said with a quirk of his head, his finger twirling the little silver chain that was now dangling behind your neck.

You rolled your eyes, tracing the vein at the side of his forearm that was now resting against your shoulder as you sighed, “I got you a knee pad, Mori.”

“And I love it.”

“That,” you gritted through your teeth in between his kisses that just kept interrupting you, “is not the point and you know it.”

He blinked, before the large grin returned as he leaned closer to you.

“Think about it this way,” you were taken back when you felt his warm breath at your neck, the lingering scent of champagne making your head dizzy with his voice low in your ear, “you shouldn’t feel bad if I’m doing this for myself too.”

“What do you-”

Your words were cut short when he sucked down at the pulse point at the side of your neck, your lips falling open as he took you by surprise.

Yaku winked at you, his hands already resting by the side of your hips and inching upwards into the dress he insisted you wear for your little two-person home party.

“My baby deserves all the best things,” he muttered as his lips trailed down while his fingers were already tracing the underwire of your underwear, “it’s only right that I do my part in making sure you’re rewarded for being a good girl all year round.”

You were high in the intoxication of his murmurs, of his hands that were already snaking behind to unhook your bra. His lips were warm against you as he mapped out each line and curve on your shoulder, making you shiver every time his tongue even neared the cold jewelry that was so stark compared to the fire he elicited in you with each touch.

He pulled you down onto the floor with him in a kneel, the softness of the fur carpet under your knees as he bunched up the fabric of your dress. His hands were cold, warming up the longer they stayed on your skin and each imprint carving into your bones as he pulled the garment off of you. You hissed at the chill that fanned across your bare skin but the sound was quickly swallowed by the invasion of a heated kiss, his tongue leaving a burning taste in your mouth as you latched onto him.

The firewood cackling at the side was all that accompanied the muffled whimpers and pants, the warm glow fanning out behind his frame making your thighs clench from how it accentuated all his best features as he backed away only to undo the row of buttons leading all the way down his abdomen.

His shirt was just hanging off his back as he pushed you down until you were laying flat on the carpet. The luscious coat rubbing against your bare skin had your senses flaming up and matched only by the hunger that was set off when he lunged forward until you were caged under him. A broken whine slipped past your lips when he cupped your breast, his fingers rolling the tip that was all stiff from the cold as the other ran down your waist before stopping at the plushness of your thigh. He fondled with the soft flesh before sliding his hand dangerously close to where to where your wetness was already starting to pool, pressing down on the flimsy fabric that cladded your cunt with his middle finger.

“Mo- Mori...” you whimpered when he pushed the strip to the side, running his index finger between your folds and parting them as he collected your arousal on his fingertip.

“Mhm?” he hummed, darting his tongue out to wet his lips at the way you shuddered as he tear your panties off your legs agonisingly slow, the contortion of your expression far too good of an image for him to miss out on.

You let your head fell back when he parted your legs, a soft coo rolling off his tongue at the sight of you clenching around nothing. The warmth of the fire making you look ethereal as you laid there bare, quivering with each drum of his finger on your skin and open for his eyes to rake over. There was a rush of adrenaline through his veins as he perched on his knees, towering over you while taking in the plumpness of your skin as you waited for his next move with baited breath, all naked except for the string of diamonds that sparkled on your neck like stars, like specks of firework, like marks.

But no possession in the world could be more precious to him than the soundless sigh you let out when he finally touched you where you had yearned him to.

Jolts shocked up your spine when his finger traced out the shape of your lower lips, circling around your clit before giving the sensitive bud a light press. The wolfish whistle he made had your scalp numbing while he starting moving his finger, never once stopping with the pressure he applied to you. You arched off of the carpet when he finally slipped a digit into your drooling hole, not giving you the time to adjust before adding another. The stretch had you rolling your eyes back, your toes curling on the fur that pillowed you when he dredged them along your walls.

He brought his pace up gradually, the lewd squelching of his fingers slamming into you as you panted had you writhing. His knuckles brushed against your opening with each plunge, before pulling back out just to feel you sucking him back in.

“Hn-!”

You hissed when he tugged you towards him by the necklace on your neck, the quick pain from the pull taken over by the deepness at which he could thrust his fingers up against the spot that had you collapsing on him while his free hand ran along the stones on your neck.

“Beautiful,” he whispered against your chest, staring up at you as he left open mouthed kisses along the center of your body. Your fingers dug into his shoulders when he suddenly stopped, the halt of his movements making your walls clamp down as he spread the liquid that now coated his digits along your fluttering cunt.

He landed a quick slap to the side of your ass, kneading the flesh as your body jolted forward. You whimpered when he slid you off his lap, giving a mean-spirited rub to your cunt when he pulled his hands back all while lingering on your body through the way.

��On your knees.”

The familiar sound of belt buckle rattling had you arching yourself up as you got on your fours, slowly pushing your chest down until your upper body was pressed on the carpet. The diamonds dangling on your neck were sure to leave some nasty marks on you with the way the bastings of each stone grazing your thin skin on the delicate area.

Sucking in a deep breath when his thumb brushed against your folds, you let out a choked mewl when he spread your cheeks to get a better look at how sloppy you were. He had his hand on the small of your back, pressing down gently on the dent at the center when he slapped his half-hard cock on your cunt. The moan that came out of your throat was embarrassing, but you could not even register it as your own voice while your hands clawed at the strands of fur beneath you.

You shuddered when he rubbed his length along your cunt, the tip teasingly dipping in before circling around your lips.

He chuckled at the broken whimper that ripped from your throat when he finally gave into the shaking of your body. The rush of heat seeped right into your core as he stretched you out, filling and warming inside of you when he went balls deep in you with the initial push. Your lips fell open, burying your face into the carpet at the numbing fullness. The burn was suffocating as he stayed still in you, hands on both sides of your hips holding you in your place.

The heat radiating from his body was right at your back as he slowly climbed over your frame, each heave of his chest making you bite down on the inside of your cheek harder to stop the sounds that were about to slip out from being audible.

He placed a starkly tender kiss at the blade of your shoulder, only to follow it with a strong thrust. Your hand found leverage in his arms that now trapped you between them as your knees were near collapsing, each surge of his hips slamming into you deep and hard. His stomach was taut behind your back, the rippling muscles flexing with each tightening of his core as you squeezed down on him. The sound of skin slapping skin bounced off the walls, your ass pressing against his pelvis snugly each time he bottomed out inside of you and your skin was stinging from the shocks of pleasure when his nails dug into your skin.

All that you could utter out was an incoherent, sloppy mix of his name and other obscenities. Your mind was a melting mess, trickling down like a puddle as he fucked you senseless.

“Please please please please-”

His hand shoved between your breasts and the carpet, pushing you off the floor as he held you be his chest before it traveled upwards.

Your breath hitched when he brushed past the necklace that was now shifting on your neck with each shudder of your body.

“How can I stop spoiling you when you look so good in everything I get you?” he grunted in your ear, the vibration that followed each word had goosebumps rising on your skin.

His thrusts were now fast and rapid, drilling into you with determination to chase the growing breathiness of your moans. His tip nudged against the spongey spot deep in you with each frantic snap and the fire that had been burning at the pit of your stomach was starting to grow dangerously hot.

“Maybe I should make you wear this every time I play with you,” he mused, his breath wet on your earlobe, “so you can’t even wear it out without feeling my hands on you-”

Thrust.

“My cock in you-”

Thrust.

“And my cum dripping out of you.”

A sharp cry accompanied the waves of pleasure crashing down on you. He held you tightly in his arm, propping you up while your legs were about to give up on you. You were seeing white in your vision as his movements went sloppy, riding on each pant and grunt in your ear as the sparks in you slowly faded out.

It finally came to a finish in the form of a rush of warmth in your core, his hips stilling as his girth pulsed with each shot of thick cum unloading in you. He moaned, shaking as he tried to hold his composure.

The erratic patterns of your exhales slowly came down to the same tempo. He load was close to running down where your bodies still connected and the subconscious clench of your walls only pushed the mixed substance of your release out of your worn hole.

He coughed at the feeling, pulling out his now limp cock out of you when he felt a fuzzy rush in him budding once again. You whimpered at the sudden emptiness and turned into a content sigh when he helped you onto your back, pulling you against his bare chest as he locked you in his arms.

He hummed, a soft sigh slipping past his lips.

“I was going to get you a ring instead.”

Your heart skipped a beat at the gentle tone. His finger toyed the largest diamond on the string, chuckling to himself as he put it back down on your chest, “But I figured it might not work the best in my favour in the years to come if special occasions like these fall near the holiday season.”

You blinked, staring at the man now lying next to you.

You were both naked, on a carpet that you had likely ruined, with the fireplace still burning at the side and a half opened bottle of champagne abandoned to the side. The jazz was still playing, and you realised it now when it was only the firewood burning, the music humming and his breaths that you could hear.

While he basically just told you that he wanted to marry you.

You laughed, and he grinned at the disbelief in your eyes. “And you’re just going to tell me that now and have me wait?”

“Just a little,” he said as he brought your hand up to his lips, grinning against your finger until the peak of his cupid’s bow was hovering above your ring finger.

“Just a little.”

#haikyuu x reader #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu imagine #haikyuu smut #yaku x reader #yaku imagines #yaku imagine #yaku smut

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infinitebells · 3 years

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Moran as your starbuck barista 👀

I CANT EXPLAIN WHY THIS MAKES ME SO HAPPY OMG-

it’s a mini fic now so enjoy.

you don’t recognize the man behind the counter at your usual starbucks. it doesn’t throw you off too much, but the perpetual smirk on his face sparks curiosity within you. by the time it's your turn, his eyes are trained on you and his smirk has morphed into something more playful. you can’t help but notice the way his black short sleeve t-shirt clings to his upper body, and how absurdly tall he is too.

“well well, what can i get for such a pretty lady such as yourself?” he says, tapping a few buttons on the screen in front of him before looking back up at you. you can feel your cheeks get warm at his heavy gaze.

“i’ll just take an iced coffee with cream and sugar please,” you say, and his smirk transforms into a smile. it’s illegally gorgeous.

“a classic drink, i like that! anything else i can get for ya?” he’s full on grinning now, and you speak on impulse at the sight.

“i mean your number would be nice,” you say, eyes widening as you clamp your lips shut. his eyes widen too, a faint blush painting his cheeks. his mouth forms a small ‘o’ before it splits in a wide smile. he bends down, grabbing a scrap of an old receipt and a pen next to him before scribbling numbers onto the paper before sliding it across the counter to you.

“can i get a name for your order and for whenever you decide to text me?” he asks, and for the first time in this exchange he looks breathless. when you tell him, his eyes light up.

“why the face?” your voice is quieter than you anticipated.

“because your name is more beautiful than i thought it would be,” he says before pressing a few more buttons on the machine. you hand him your card and he finishes ringing you up.

“thank you,” you say, smiling widely to him. he smiles back before you step back and let the next person order. by the time you’re picking up your coffee, the smile still hasn’t left your face. it grows wider when you see the name ‘pretty lady <3’ written messily on the paper label.

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by the time you’ve finally reached your apartment after a long day of interning at the orthopedics office your best friend recommended to you. you flop down onto the couch, sighing as you shrug your purse off of your shoulder. you fish through the contents of your bag before finding the small strip of paper you were looking for. you stare at the numbers before steeling enough courage to send a quick “hey :)” to the boy from the coffee shop.

you

hey :)

unknown

is this the pretty lady from starbucks? because if not we’re gonna have some problems

you can’t help but giggle a bit before responding.

you

this is she

i just realized i never got your name though

unknown

it’s sebastian :)

———

after a week of non-stop texting, he finally stayed serious for long enough to ask you out on a proper date. which was why you were now walking along the lamp lit streets of the city, laughing at another one of sebastian’s crazy stories that he had about his friends, a cup of ice cream in each of your guys’ hands.

“i swear to god he had no idea we were all home, so imagine the look on albert’s face when he’s bringing home his date and he sees the four of us drunk as shit in the living room and giggling about how will couldn’t properly pronounce croissant,” he’s laughing, barely able to get out the words as he speaks. you’re right there with him, mouth spread wide as you two laugh together.

“well how does he normally pronounce croissant?” you manage to get out, and this only sends sebastian into another fit of laughter.

“he...he says it like ‘quack-sant’ and it’s the funniest thing in the world,” he says, his head thrown back in laughter. you take a moment to admire how his eyes crinkle in the low street light, how his smile is filled with pure and unfiltered joy, and how his cheeks glow with a beautiful blush. he’s absolutely stunning. he stops laughing, looking down to see you staring at him.

“what’s up sweetheart? am i too distracting?” he grins boyishly, and you can’t help but reciprocate the smile.

“yeah, i guess you are pretty distracting seb,” you say, looking down bashfully. you don’t realize you two have reached the door of your apartment, where he had first picked you up for the date. you feel his hand under your chin, guiding your face up to his.

“seb?” his grin is much wider than before, and your eyes widen at the unintentional nickname you gave him.

“i- well- i didn’t mean to,” you trail off, and his smile softens a bit.

“don’t worry, i like it,” he says, and you smile softly. he leans down until his face is level with yours. your eyes are still wide, and you’re praying that he can’t hear how fast your heart is beating. “is it okay if i kiss you goodnight?” his voice is quiet, and you feel yourself nod unconsciously. when his lips meet yours it isn’t like the fireworks that everyone tells you about. it’s warm, comforting, and it builds until there’s warmth spreading from your chest to every single one of your cells. his lips are gentle against yours, and he has a hand on your cheek to keep your face close to his. when he pulls away, your face is unnaturally warm and his is painted in a deep red.

“do you want to come in for a drink?” you’re breathless, and it’s worse when he speaks again.

“i don’t usually sleep with people on the first date yknow,” he says cheekily, and laughs when you smack his arm lightly.

“we’re not sleeping together asshole, i’m serious! just drinks and talking, no sex,” you explain. he looks down at you for a moment before nodding.

“i’d love to come in for drinks and talking, no sex.”

———

“babe! i can’t find my shirt! do you know where it is?” you hear sebastian call from your shared bedroom, and you giggle silently to yourself as he walks out shirtless to see you in his shirt and panties in the kitchen.

“nope! i have no idea where it is,” you say, twirling on one foot and shooting him a sly grin. he matches it, and you take note of his low hanging sweatpants as he makes his way over to you, slinging his arms over your waist.

“such a little klepto i have on my hands,” he says fondly before leaning down to quickly peck you.

“you still love me though,” you say, and he smiles against your lips.

“that i do sweetheart. that i do.”

#moriarty the patriot #yuukoku no moriarty #moriarty the patriot x reader #yuukoku no moriarty x reader #sebastian moran #sebastian moran x reader #colonel sebastian moran

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tomurasprincess · 4 years

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Can I get some Todoroki who gets super jealous of someone taking his s/o attention away from him? He shows her who she belongs to.. if Yknow what I mean 👀

Pairing: Shouto x Reader Warnings: noncon, public sex, exhibitionism, jealousy, yandere Note: I realized I don’t do enough thirst posts/scenarios in between fics and prompt fills, so I am going to try and make this a regular thing! Feel free to send some thirst into my inbox. 👀

“Why were you just talking to Bakugou?” Shouto's voice comes out demanding, almost harsh.

“He wanted to talk to me about one of the villain cases I’ve been working on. Why?” You can’t figure out why your boyfriend has been getting more possessive lately, and it has been worrying you.

“You were flirting with him.”

“What? No, of course I wasn’t! It was just business, I promise.”

Shouto stares at you for several long seconds, and you think he’s going to drop it. Until he shoves you hard against the wall, leaning in close to stare into your eyes. “I think you’ve forgotten who you belong to.”

“Shouto, please. I love you. I would never flirt with anyone else.” You reach a hand up to stroke his face in an attempt to comfort you, only for him to grab your arm and pin it above your head.

“I think you should prove it.”

“Prove it?” You’re barely able to stammer out. “Honey, you’re scaring me.”

He grabs your hips as he spins you around, pinning you face first into the wall. “Not nearly scared enough, if you’re paying attention to other men.”

He grinds his hips against your ass, and your eyes widen at the fact that he’s hard.“We’re in public, we can’t be doing this. People will see!”

“Maybe I want people to see,” he murmurs as you hear the distinct sound of a zipper. “Then they’ll know you belong to me.”

You realize now what he intends to do, and you try to struggle. But he’s so strong that you’re barely able to budge, and so you resort to begging. “Don’t do this, please. I don’t want this.”

But he ignores your words completely, slipping your hero pants down easily and moving your panties to the side. He wastes no time in pushing inside you, and you whimper at the pain. You’re not nearly prepared or wet enough, and the sting of him stretching your walls has tears running down your face.

“Shouto, it hurts,” you whine, hoping that he’ll come to his senses. Instead, he laughs. “Let this be a lesson for you then.”

He begins to move, snapping his hips to drive his cock deep into your unprepared cunt. You let out a choked sob as he bottoms out, balls resting heavily against your clit.

He grunts as he pulls out, thrusting back inside of you roughly before settling into a fast, hard pace. You’re so tight that you can feel every vein of his cock rubbing against your walls, and you feel yourself getting wet despite yourself.

“My slutty girl is enjoying this, isn’t she? I can feel you dripping on my cock,” he growls as he grabs your hips hard enough to bruise. “Despite your protests, you want me to show everyone that you’re mine.”

“No, please, I don’t want this.” But his heavy balls are slapping against your clit with every thrust, and you let out an unintentional moan at the pleasure. The muscles in your stomach tighten, and you feel horrified that you're actually going to get off to his dominance of you.

“I can feel that cunt clamping down around my cock, you little slut. You shouldn’t be enjoying your punishment so much.” He reaches around to tease your clit with two fingers. “But even though I’m mad at you, I still have to please my little slut. After all, we have an audience. Can’t let him think I don’t get you off.”

Audience? You glance around until you lock eyes with Bakugou, standing in the halland watching you. Your face goes hot with embarrassment when you see him palming himself through his pants, erection making a visible tent in the fabric.

The sight is enough to throw you into an orgasm, clenching hard on Shouto’s cock. He lets out a deep groan as he finishes along with you, filling you up with hot ropes of cum that dribbles out of your cunt and down your legs. He secures your panties back before wrapping a possessive arm around you.

“Hope you enjoyed the show, Bakugou. You won’t be seeing it again.”

#mari thirsts #shouto thirst #shouto x reader #tw: noncon #tw: yandere

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kathuichithouda-archives · 4 years

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Here’s a little drabble based off of some stuff @thingadingadurgin did for a lil update on their blog~ TW: self loathing, self-harm mention (not real life, don’t worry) This is very angsty and sad, kinda more so than I intended to go at first but yknow,,, I got,,, carried away. Again please be careful and if this topic is sensitive, plz don’t read this– I apologize. –It’s also kinda unfinished cuz I didn’t know how to end it–so it just kinda, ends–

“Kazuichi,” Fuyuhiko sounded… cold, distant, defeated. The tone wasn’t one Kaz hadn’t heard before, but it just felt… different this time. He watched as Kazuichi slowed what he was doing to pay more attention, gradually looking back to make eye contact. His smile faded a bit, realizing the mood the room was in now… “I gotta… I gotta tell you something…” Fuyu nervously scratched at his neck, moving closer and sitting next to Kaz on the bed. Kaz stopped sorting things, focusing all the attention on him. He gently places a hand on his arm. “Is everything okay?” Fuyuhiko may have flinched too hard when he did that, causing Kaz to flinch at the same time. “F…Fuyuhiko…?” His voice nearly cracked with worry. Fuyuhiko inhaled as deep as he could, holding it and letting his eyes shut. Everything was tense now like he was dunked under cold water with no air. He wouldn’t feel better unless he said it. He couldn’t come back up unless he said it. At least, in his mind. He almost nods silently to himself… “There’s a reason I’ve been wearing such… comfortable clothes lately.” He gripped his arm, the arm he ushered and pulled way, and felt at it for a moment from outside the sleeve. He knew this wasn’t the only spot he’d done it. He knew this wasn’t the only way he attempted. But the other day, scarring himself physically but his own hand is what made it worse… “You know I trust you, wholeheartedly,” “Of course,” Kazuichi interrupted, covering his mouth to let him finish. He was anxious about this. “Of course…” He reiterates softer, nodding to him as a gesture to continue. “I… trust you with my everything, too…” “And… you know… that I said I would be honest with you… if I needed anything…” Kazuichi nods again, eagerly. Another deep breath. “I’ve been talking to Nekomaru...have been for a while. And he told me... he suggested… I tell someone else, that I trusted…” Yet another breath. He slowly tugs the cloth down. Kazuichi almost screams, backing away from him a bit. Tears immediately threatened to swell his eyes as both hands clamped his mouth. He dragged them off his mouth, clenching them to fists to keep himself from reaching for Fuyuhiko. “L-Look, I’m sorry,” Fuyuhiko was shaken by the reaction. He didn’t expect it to hit so hard… He goes to pull the sleeve back up. “I– I shouldn’t have told you, I–” Kazuichi tugged him closer by that sleeve, quickly although gently before holding his upper arms, making him face him. “H-How long have you been doing that?! Y-You haven’t–” He gazed down, making Fuyuhiko immediately look away with a stern “no”. So his stomach was… fine… on the outside. Kaz let himself sob lightly. “Fuyuhiko–” He hugs Fuyuhiko tightly, sobbing into his shoulder. “I’m so sorry… I’m so sorry I haven’t been there for you, you needed me and I wasn’t there and I–” “Kaz, there’s nothing you could have done, don’t blame yourself for my bullshit. Don’t you ever blame yourself on my bullshit!” He tries to pull away a bit. “This is why I didn’t want to tell you, I knew you’d be too hurt–” “This isn’t about me!” He shakes his head, before hanging his head, still holding Fuyuhiko. “…I’m sorry…” A beat. “I just made a stupid mistake… okay? I got overwhelmed… I’ve… I’ve been having these vivid nightmares, I’ve been…” He trails off but doesn’t finish his sentence. He notices Kaz has stopped sobbing. His face is still wet, but his expression is void… “Fuyuhiko.” “…what?” “The next time… you feel like hurting yourself…” He slowly looks up. “Do it to me instead.” His statement was so sincere, and serious. “Take it out on me instead. I don’t want you to hurt anymore…” … “K– Kaz– No! Fuck no! What the hell– I could never do that to you!!” “Then why would you do that to yourself?” Kazuichi didn’t mean it like that, it just slipped out… He knew it wasn’t that easy… He’d never fully understand Fuyuhiko, for obvious reason. This wasn’t the best route… but Kazuichi was very rarely if ever in this situation. Fuyuhiko has seen it countless times. And apparently felt it too… “You’re valuable, you have so much more than I have,” Kazuichi went on. “I’m nothing. I’m just another person, who doesn’t deserve all that he has now. I’m just some loner, some creep who can’t keep a damn friend because he’s either too suspicious or idiotic… I’m nothing, Fuyuhiko. You don’t know how good I am at absorbing pain…” … “I’m sorry, I’m making it about me, again–” He lets Fuyuhiko go. “Just… what I meant was… if ever you need anything… please tell me… please… I can’t stand to see you like this…” He hugs himself now. “I’m… sorry. I’m sorry…” Fuyuhiko would have to lecture him about how he’s wrong later… this night was already tiring… “I’m sorry, Kaz…” …

#tw self harm mention #tw self loathing #tw self deprecation #my drabble #friendo stuff

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feferipeixes · 5 years

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Innocence Is Not Knowing That You’re Innocent (5/5)

Belle knows her brother pretty well. He likes comic books, he cheats at board games, and he wants more than anything to be human again. So, when he wakes up one morning with no memory of the fact that he’s a demon, she figures there’s no reason to remind him just yet. He deserves some time to just enjoy being Dipper, and not have to be Alcor.

Unfortunately, she can’t hide Dipper from the demon forever.

Chapter 5: And Then My Mind Returns (link to chapter 1) (2) (3) (4)

We’re at the end, folks -- hope you enjoy! And if you’ve been reading from the start, I hope you’ve had a good ride!

One more huge thanks to @toothpastecanyon for all of her help and support!

Content warning for body horror (but no blood or gore).

(See the most updated version on AO3!)

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“Bang! Pow! I’ve got you, man!”

Gunshots blared through the room, followed by an overdramatic scream. Belle had to stifle a yawn.

Family movie night was usually pretty fun, but the movie her dad had picked out had her thoroughly bored, so she was entertaining herself in the usual way of smacking around a big wad of gum in her mouth. Her dad, on the other hand, seemed very invested in the movie, having sunken into his armchair when it started and not having said a word since.

It kind of seemed like the sort of movie Dipper would enjoy too, but when she looked over to gauge his interest, she saw that she was alone on the couch, and she had no idea when he’d gotten up. Alarm bells rang in her head -- ever since the incident on Halloween, Dipper had been asking too many questions, and she knew things were quickly getting out of hand. She’d taken to keeping an extra careful watch around him to try to keep his old memories at bay, and she knew it was starting to grate on him.

The train of thought she was heading down started to get overwhelming, so she tried to make herself focus on the movie instead.

“Dashell, I’m sorry! I tried to protect you as long as I could! I never wanted you to know about the treasure -- all who have searched for it are doomed!”

There was a groan, and the sound of tobacco disturbing a spittoon. “It was useless to try to keep it hidden, my darling. Can’t no one keep news of a treasure from me.”

“Doomed from the start, then. What a fool I was to love someone like you! I was only ever a footnote in your life, wasn’t I? The treasure was always more important.”

Labored breaths interspersed with coughs, and then the gruff voice again: “Maybe you were a fool but then I reckon I was too. If I’d’ve known better I woulda listened to you and kept my nose down. I’m sorry, Petunia, that all your efforts were for nothing.”

“Oh, Dashell, they weren’t! If I kept you away even for a minute, then to me it was worth all the trouble, because that’s one more minute you were alive and well, and foolish as I am, nothing else means more to me!”

There was a fwump, and Belle looked up to see that Dipper had returned and had sat down next to her on the couch, just as she started to blow a big bubble. For a few minutes, he just stared straight ahead at the TV, occasionally stealing glances at her out of the side of his eye. Then:

“Hey Belle?”

Belle’s bubble popped, the gum snapping back like a slap to the face, and she frowned. “Yeah bro-bro?”

He coughed nervously. “Can I show you something?”

“Yeah sure! Is it a movie? ‘Cause this one is awful.”

“No, uh, it’s in our room. So we have to go to our room.”

Belle blinked. “What?”

“Yknow…” He nodded towards their dad, who was sitting a few feet away, and Belle couldn’t help but notice the air spark a little by his head as he did so. The room suddenly felt a lot colder.

“Oh. Yeah, okay.” She got up and scraped the gum off her face into the trash.

“Be right back, Dad!” Dipper croaked, barrelling out of the room with his head down, leaving a trail of sparkles behind him. Belle followed slowly, glancing at their dad as she passed him. He stared back silently, letting the resignation on his face speak for him.

“I’m sure it’s nothing, Dad,” she said quietly, almost to herself. “It’s probably just some embarrassing nerd thing.”

He didn’t respond. Dipper’s voice rang out from the next room, “Belle! What’s taking you so long?”

Her dad’s expression morphed to one of pity. She stared for a moment, then exhaled, fixed a smile on her face that she hoped looked realer than it felt, and ran out of the room. “Coming!”

Dipper was standing in their bedroom. She skipped past him and did a twirl. “What’s going on, Dip-”

He slammed the door shut -- cutting her off mid-sentence -- and leaned against it. For a minute, he just stood there and breathed, big heaving breaths as if he’d just been sick. Then he looked up at her with eyes black as coal, and her stomach dropped out.

That thing about stopping before the situation went too far? Oops.

“Belle, I have something really important I need to talk about and you have to promise me you’re not going to deflect, okay?”

Belle felt like she was sinking into the ground. She tried to speak but could only manage a weak gurgle. She settled with giving him a nod.

“I’m serious -- you can’t deflect even if it would ruin whatever big secret you have that you think is making me happy, because whatever it is, it’s clearly not working, I am so not happy right now, I feel like I’m going insane!”

She managed to break past whatever was holding back her voice, but the sound that came out of her throat was hollow. “I-I won’t deflect. I’ll even tell you the secret, please…”

He shook his head. “You can tell me later, I can’t keep this in anymore!” Her mouth clamped shut, and she wasn’t entirely sure that it was voluntary on her part.

Dipper took a deep breath, and the color started to seep out of the room. “I… I think something’s wrong with me. Or, like… I think…” He sucked in a cold breath and pressed his fist into his forehead. “I think I might not be human.”

Oh no. Ohhhh no.

He started pacing, waving his arms around as he did. “I don’t know when it happened, if I got bitten or infected or something, but I keep seeing things, like things that aren’t there. Stuff like you or dad just, dead and covered in blood. And it always feels like… it’s my fault somehow. Like it’s my instincts coming to life.”

His voice sounded strangled for a moment, and then he broke into a coughing fit. He leaned against the door again and slid down to the floor. Whatever force was keeping Belle’s mouth shut fell limp. She bit her lip and sat facing him. Her brother turned his face away, but she couldn’t help but notice the tears running down his nose -- tears which should’ve been clear but were instead a shimmery gold.

“A-and that’s not all. Sometimes I see colors around people. When I have my headaches, everyone gets really colorful, and it just makes the headache worse. And then there was that thing on Halloween, with my voice, and then th-the streetlight fell…”

“You didn’t… it couldn’t… That was just a coincidence,” she offered uselessly, putting a hand on his shoulder.

He squeezed his eyes shut and shook his head. “No, no, it was me, I don’t know how but I know, somehow, I did that! I was so mad at him, he was hurting you! He can’t do that, doesn’t he know that y̧o̦̙ͅu̥̖̘͢'̛r͞e͏̰̤͇̗̪̜̲ M͈͈͎̰̙͡ͅI҉̠͚NE̠͚͉̹̖ͅ? And I was yelling, and then, I just... felt it -- felt the cable snap and then it was falling and it almost… it almost -”

He finally looked at her, and froze. Belle tilted her head in confusion, and his arms shot out, holding her by the temples. She yelped, but he ignored her, pulling her head closer and staring into her eyes.

“What are you doing?” she whimpered.

“Belle?” His voice was quiet and hollow, with just a tad of echo to it. “Belle? Please tell me your glasses are dirty. Pleeeeeeeease tell me you just touched something gross and forgot to wipe them.”

“Dipper…”

The demonic reverb in his voice crescendoed as he spoke. “Please tell me my eyes aren’t black and that everything’s normal and I’m just having a bad dream, please, please, P̿́̂͊̋͒ͤ̾ͩ̑̓̏̎̌̅̔҉̳̙̘̘̀L̶̸̡̘̞̘̳̫̭̦͕̩̗̠ͧ̍ͯ̕̕E̵̵͖̣̪͈̾̽͛ͥ̉ͤ͑̉͗ͫ̿͑̍̆̌͟͠A̬̳̥̙̺ͥ̈́̐͜͡ͅŞ̢̤̺͍͉̣͉̥̻̱͈͂̒̑̈́̉ͪͨ̆̊ͯ̂̓̏̇͜͡Ḛ͉̜̼̱̜͙̞̗̗̰͍̠̏̅͋̍͑͊̇̐ͣ̂ͯ͐̿̎͛̍̀̚͘͡ͅ!”

His voice flanged into a booming echo on the last “please”, and all the windows in the room shattered. Belle felt as if she’d just been punched in the stomach, but fought her body into staying upright because Dipper needed her right now. This was all her fault anyway. She wrapped him in as tight a hug as she could muster and tried to think of how she was going to do this.

He was really sobbing at this point. “Please, Belle, I’m just so scared, I don’t know what to do, I don’t- don’t want to tell dad that I’m... t-turning into a monster!”

This was the hardest part. Not because she was afraid or anything -- she loved her brother, demon or not. But this was the part she had been dreading because she knew how much Dipper just wanted to be human, and she was going to have to take that away from him -- again.

Who was she kidding? He hadn’t been human the whole time.

She sighed, and gathered all the confidence she could muster. “Hey Dipper?” she said, and he looked up at her and the pain in his eyes -- she almost couldn't handle it. But she had no other choice. Her dad was right -- the longer she let this go on, the more it would hurt him in the end.

“I’ve got something to tell you.”

Belle felt her lips moving, but the words themselves didn’t seem to reach her ears. She saw Dipper’s expression twist from one of fear to one of pure anguish, and then the air in the room started to rush violently around her, threatening to pick her off the ground. She felt like she was falling -- or was it just that Dipper and everything else in the room was rising? She wondered briefly why he was leaving her behind.

Then her hearing cut back in and she was hit with a howl of agony, so loud and violent that it shook the house and tore through the entire neighborhood. The world seemed like it was on fire, but just for a moment -- and then it was over, and everything was still. Silence, like nothing had happened, like everything was back to normal. And in a sense, it was.

Dipper was a crumpled heap, lying an inch above the floor and parts of his body flickering intermittently from human to something darker. His wings were flapping erratically and his top hat was lying off to the side. His clothing had changed -- the right half of him was still clad in his human guise, but the left was wearing his trademark suit. Belle crawled over to him -- she found that her legs suddenly did not want to obey her -- and lightly shook his side, to no response. She knew he was physically (metaphysically?) alright, but she also had all the reason in the world to worry for him.

She pushed herself into a seated position and closed her eyes. She wanted to scream, she wanted to hug him and apologize and go back in time and tell him everything a month ago and then give her past self a massive smack on the head for being such an idiot. Dad was right. Onika was right. She didn’t know what was best for him. She was being a fool.

“Hey Belle?”

Her eyes flew open, and she saw him rolled over to face her. His face was only half there, the other half just a blocky mess of glitter gold particles that was nauseating to look at.

“Yeah?” She could barely get the word out.

“...thank you.”

The world suddenly got very blurry.

---

Lionel set the teacup on the bedside table. "Are you up?" he asked, gently, to the huddled mass of pillows and blankets tucked into the bed.

The mass groaned playfully. "Well, yeah. I can't really sleep like this. My body keeps trying to but I can't play along yet."

A pair of hands slipped out of the blanket cocoon, pulling them back to reveal something not fully human but not fully demon either. "And you know tea won't help me get better faster, right?"

"Alright, I guess I'll just drink it myself, then."

"No!" Dipper yelped, his hands (one of which only had two fingers) flying towards the cup before his dad could take it away. "I still want it!"

Lionel smiled at his son, who easily managed to sound like the petulant 14 year old he was pretending to be instead of the ageless demon he truly was. "How are you feeling?"

"Well, I’ve definitely seen better days,” Dipper replied, grabbing the cup with his thumb and ring finger, and blowing on it. “But on the bright side, at least I don't need a full hand to drink tea!"

“Maybe not, but I find it usually helps.” Lionel sat on the edge of the bed. “I called the school and told them you had the flu, so you’ve got plenty of time to recover.”

“Ugh, what? I don’t get to go to school? Just because my body’s falling apart?” He pouted -- and his ear sharpened to a point as he did so -- but Lionel could see the laughter bubbling underneath.

“The last time you tried walking around,” Lionel replied, crossing his arms, ”your foot vanished and you fell down the stairs. Staying home and resting will be good for you.”

“Fiiiiiiiiiine,” Dipper moaned. He stuck his tongue out. “Thanks… thanks for…” (his voice got very small) “taking care of me, Dad.”

“Of course. I’ll be downstairs. Let me know if you need anything.”

He started to walk out of the room, thought twice about it, and then headed back over to give his son a light kiss on the forehead. Dipper eeped and blushed bright red, prompting his dad to smile fondly as he left the room for real.

Just outside the bedroom door, he gave Belle a pat on the head and said “You can go in now.”

Belle nodded nervously, and stepped into her dad’s room. Dipper was lying in bed, looking not much better than he had a couple of days earlier.

“Hey… bro-bro,” she said, trying as hard as she could to sound cool and casual. “Fancy seeing you, uh, here.”

He snorted, and mimed looking around the room. “Belle? Is that you? Belle would never be that nonchalant! Where’s my real sister?”

She flinched, and the grin died on his face as he realized the implication of that statement. “I didn’t mean it like that,” he hurriedly added. “I just meant that it’s nice to see you -- I haven’t seen you since… the other day.”

Belle squirmed under his one-eyed gaze, which didn’t look judgmental or angry but made her feel bad nonetheless. "Your, uh, your face is still kinda… not all the way there."

He smiled weakly, which looked really weird given that only half of it was visible. "Yeah… My body is just repairing itself… It was malfunctioning for too long, so when the memories came back, it kind of fell apart. I'll be okay. I- I always am. And besides," he added, patting the empty space in the bed next to him, "it's definitely got me feeling like a kid again. It's a nice memory -- crawling into dad's bed when I got sick, wrapping up in blankets and falling asleep watching TV."

He chuckled, but it sounded forced. There was a long awkward pause after that, with neither of them making eye contact. Then:

"I'm sorry!" they blurted at the same time.

They both did a double take. "What? You? What are you sorry for? Hey, stop it!"

Dipper snickered and Belle pouted. "No fair, quit using your powers to read my mind!"

He threw his hands up, letting go of his teacup in the process, which ended up hanging there in the air, scalding liquid frozen in mid-fall. "I wasn't, I promise! That was a coincidence!"

"Sure thing, goober, I believe you.” A beat. “It's the twin magic, then! I guess this sort of thing probably happened a lot with Mabel too." He looked away, and the room started to feel awkward again. She changed the subject. "But, uh, seriously. What do you have to be sorry for? This was all my fault."

He snorted, although it sounded more derisive than amused. "Yeah. You're the demon in the room, not me."

She crossed her arms. "What's that supposed to mean?"

"Oh come on, Belle," he replied, sounding exasperated. One of his wings reappeared, hanging out the side of the bed, flopping around like a fish out of water. "I talked about wanting to be human so often that I made you think you had to run around making yourself miserable to keep me happy and in check."

"That's my fault, not yours!"

He fixed her with a steely glare, and his eye turned black again. "No. I made you do it. I -" (his voice hitched, and he suddenly sounded ashamed) "I have your soul. I- I can make you do anything. Obviously that's what I did. Even when I don't know I'm a demon, I still act like one. Isn't that perfect?"

He laughed, the kind of laugh that isn't sure whether it wouldn't rather be a sob. "I'm a monster," he breathed, and it hit Belle like a slap to the face.

"You're not, stop saying that!" she yelled, and then froze, worried that she'd attract her dad's attention from downstairs. She hoped he was watching one of his old explorer movies with the sound up, but just to be sure, she lowered her voice. "This isn’t your fault, so stop blaming yourself! This is 100% my fault, me, Belle, your sister!"

"No it's not, you didn't have to do this!”

"Yeah, exactly, but I did it anyway, cause I- I thought if I could push off your memories coming back even a bit, it would be just a bit longer that you got to be human, but all it did was hurt you." She gestured to the glittery hole in his head. "A-and it was selfish of me, I… I'm sorry."

He frowned, his eye turning back to its familiar white-and-brown, and he patted the empty space beside him again. Belle took the hint, climbed into the bed next to him, and wrapped herself in a blanket.

"Sorry, bro-bro," she murmured. "It… It makes me really sad to think about you having to fight cults and answer summons and have demon-y instincts and stuff all the time. I, like, miss when everything was easier and the worst thing you had to deal with was telling dad that you failed a math test."

Dipper snorted. "As if that ever happened." Her head jerked upright, confusion printed all over her face in response to the goofy look on her brother’s. "Me. Failing a math test, I mean. As if that ever happened even before Gravity Falls."

“Hey!” She gave him a playful punch on the shoulder. "Come on, you know what I mean! The point- the point is, I didn’t tell you earlier because I miss when you didn't have to be a demon, and I didn't really know how to admit it. If I did, I would've realized way earlier that you weren't happy. So it wasn't you making me do this. It was me."

Dipper sighed. Looked at her without meeting her eyes, like he'd been caught doing something wrong. Plucked the teacup out of the air, scooped the still floating tea back into it, and took a sip. Belle watched the liquid go in his mouth and right out through the hole in his head, splashing on the bed sheet, sure to leave a nasty stain. He saw this, sighed again, and offered the cup to her. She accepted it cautiously and took a sip -- it was still quite hot.

He closed his eyes and let his expression droop. It was quiet for a few minutes, and Belle almost thought maybe he'd actually fallen asleep. Then:

"Do you ever wonder if we made the wrong decision by not erasing our memories again after Gravity Falls?"

Belle did a spit take without thinking, and ended up spraying tea in his face. He didn't react for a moment -- then realization dawned on his face and he yelped, jerking backward in shock. Just a little too late to seem natural, though.

"S-sorry bro-bro, that was, okay that was dumb. Looks like you're not the only one of us who gets up to cartoon-style shenanigans." A silly grin spread across her face. "I, uh, I got tea on your nice suit."

"Heh. That's alright. It's time I changed out of this anyway." He snapped, and suddenly he was in his pyjamas, the ones with little lambs on them. He smiled, a grin relatively free of sharp teeth, and for a moment he seemed so young and carefree. But then something flickered in the air, like he was a projection that someone was walking through, and the left half of him was wearing the suit again. He groaned, slammed his arms down on the bed, and sank into his blanket cocoon.

"I'm trying so hard to be normal again. Why won't this demon stuff stop?"

Belle laid flat on her back, and looked up at the ceiling. She felt oddly peaceful, like it was a Saturday morning and she was a kid again, watching cartoons in her dad’s room with her brother. It’d been a long time since they’d done that, but they were a bit older now, and they had new traditions and new hobbies. That had never stopped -- their family had always been so close-knit and warm, apart from the month Belle had spent lying to her brother about who he really was.

“Because you're my little brother,” she said, after a pause. She heard Dipper sit up beside her. “And my little brother's a demon. And nothing’s ever going to change that. But nothing's ever going to change the fact that you're my little brother, either.”

Still on her back, she turned her head and saw Dipper poking out of his blanket cocoon. He was silent, but his lip was definitely trembling.

She continued. “This is super deep but you’ve gotta hear me out. I’m still your sister, even though technically I’m not. Dad’s still your dad, even though technically he’s not. You still get to curl up in bed on a sick day and watch cartoons, even though you’re a demon and you can’t get sick. Don’t you see?”

She sat up, feeling a swell of excitement rise up in her chest. “When you made that deal with Dad to be my brother, did you do it because you wanted to be human or because you wanted to have a family again?”

Dipper took a shaky breath before opening his mouth. “Both?” His voice was weak, and cracked like he really was a teenager. “But I guess more the second one…”

“Yeah, and I should’ve realized that ages ago! Maybe you’re not literally a human, but you still get to act like one and be a part of this family.” She wrapped him up in a bone-crushing hug (not that he had very many bones to break at the moment). "And I never ever want you to forget and go back to being a fake Dipper."

He sniffed, in that telltale “I’m Dipper and I’m definitely not crying” kind of way, and she felt tears of her own start to drip over her massive grin. When she let go, he was wiping clear-colored tears onto the sleeve of his pyjamas, and the non-glitter part of his face was pink and puffy.

“Tha- thanks for-” (his voice broke and he coughed into his fist) “Thanks for being so deep. I really needed that.”

“Good, because who knows when it’ll happen again!” She ruffled his hair, scattering a layer of golden dust over the bed. They both stared at it, then at each other, and Belle made a face. “So, you’re not mad at me for letting your body explode?”

Dipper put on a show of thinking about it for a moment, and then broke into a dopey smile. “Nah, I’m not mad. You were just trying to make me happy, even if it was misguided and destructive. Just maybe… don’t do it again. And I guess I’ll try to be a little less mopey about the whole ‘not really being a human’ thing.”

“You’ve got yourself a deal!” She raised her hand for a high-five. Dipper looked at it nervously, then at his own hand. Then he shrugged, and slapped his sister’s hand, causing a puff of blue flame to momentarily dance between their fingers before evaporating with a soft pop.

Belle grinned ear-to-ear, hugged him again, and laid back down. “So. What are we going to do about the Dipper Dust all over Dad’s bed?”

He harrumphed. “Oh no, you are not calling my magical dandruff ‘Dipper Dust’.”

“Can and already have O brother of mine!” She giggled and bopped his nose. “Also, you're bananas if you think ‘magical dandruff’ is any better.”

“Oh yeah? Well…” He hit her with a pillow -- causing her to yelp -- and snickered. “Take that!”

“Ack!” Belle recovered quickly and grabbed another pillow. “You’re asking for it now, mister!”

She swung at him, and for the next few minutes the air was filled with sparkling dust and the sound of laughter. Just like that, things felt normal again. The pillow fight soon died down, but their playful energy did not. They talked, they laughed, they put on some old cartoons, and they let the time pass.

When Lionel returned to his room, he saw his son and daughter lying on the bed, hand-in-hand, heads on each other’s shoulders, both sound asleep. Some more of Dipper’s face had returned, including the rest of his mouth, and he was drooling golden spit onto his lamby pyjamas. His breathing still had a bit of an otherworldly echo to it, but it was barely audible over the sound of Belle -- with her glasses still on -- snoring like a monster truck.

Lionel smiled, pulled a throw blanket over his children, and tucked them in. He removed Belle’s glasses, set them on the bedside table, and then picked up the empty teacup to take it back to the kitchen. On his way out, he looked back at them again, a girl and a demon, sleeping so chaotically and yet so peacefully at the same time. He turned the lights off, and eased the door shut behind him.

As he headed back downstairs, he thought to himself that this was good.

All was right with the world.

All was as it should be.

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#gravity falls #transcendence au #dipper pines #alcor the dreambender #belle sterling #lionel sterling #dipper sterling #rrr #fic #my stuff #long post

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whumptober day 25

prompt: fever (alt prompt #3)

whumpee: malcolm bright

i don’t super like this but it is what it is yknow

He jolted awake, feeling immediately that something was wrong. Granted, he often jolted awake feeling that something was wrong, but this was different. He hadn’t been dreaming, he’d just-woken up.

It was freezing, was the first thing he noticed. He shivered in the cold and forced himself out of bed. He felt dizzy as he stood up, but that was nothing new. He let his head clear for a second, then got dressed for work, finding himself a warm coat and burying himself in it.

He arrived at work still shivering. His head had begun to ache on the way, and it was absolutely pounding now. He just needed to sit down, though, he told himself. All he had to do was sit down, and he’d be okay.

But he couldn’t be expected to sit still all day-there were murders to investigate. Three people had died so far, and Malcolm had come up with a profile the day before which had revealed five possible suspects. The NYPD was in the process of narrowing that list down, and he was helping.

Or trying to. His thoughts kept wandering, to his mother, his father, his days at Quantico, but mostly to his physical state. He was sick, and he knew it. He also knew that if Gil had even the slightest notion that he might be sick, he’d be sent home immediately. So he was pretending he wasn’t freezing, pretending he could see completely straight, pretending his head didn’t feel like it was being crushed in a vice.

He was doing a pretty good job, he thought. He provided commentary on the discussion as usual, but offered no additional insight. He was too tired to think of anything new.

Fortunately, they narrowed down the five-suspect list to two possible killers. Malcolm carefully looked over their information.

“It’s him,” he said finally, tapping one of the files. “He has a previous conviction.”

“Yeah, for theft,” JT said. “Plenty of people have previous convictions for theft. Not like the dude tortured some little animals or something.”

“It’s him,” Malcolm insisted. He could feel it.

“We have to talk to both of them anyway,” Gil pointed out. “We’ll do this one first.”

The three of them arrived at the man’s apartment fifteen minutes later. “It’s a shady area,” Malcolm pointed out.

“Thanks,” JT muttered. “Super helpful.”

Malcolm made a face at him, but JT had already turned away from him to knock on the door. “NYPD!” he called.

No response.

“Lights are off,” Gil said. “He might not be home.”

“No, he is,” Malcolm interrupted.

“How can you be sure?” JT asked, knocking again.

How could JT not be sure? Malcolm wondered. Couldn’t he hear the voices coming from the other side of the door?

“No?” JT said. “What voices? Gil, are there voices?”

Malcolm hadn’t realised he was speaking aloud, but he knew he was right-there was a conversation going on just behind the door that he couldn’t quite make out. He tried the knob. The door, unsurprisingly, was locked. He kicked it.

Gil grabbed him by the arms and spun him around, away from the door. Before Malcolm could stop him, Gil was pressing the back of his hand to his forehead.

“You’re burning up,” he remarked. “You didn’t think to tell me you had a fever?”

Malcolm flinched backwards. “I’m fine,” he insisted. “I’m really fine.”

“Malcolm, there aren’t any voices,” Gil said gently. “You’re hallucinating and you have a fever. One might assume those things are related.”

Malcolm turned his attention back to the door. “We can knock it down,” he suggested. “Or-”

“What part of ‘you have a fever’ are you not getting?” JT asked. “You’re not thinking straight.”

“I’m always thinking straight,” Malcolm said, and toppled sideways into JT.

Fortunately, JT had quick enough reflexes to catch Malcolm before he hit the ground. Unfortunately, JT had very little patience for people collapsing on the job, and he promptly flung Malcolm over his shoulder and walked back to the car. Gil followed him, reasonably assured that the suspect wasn’t home.

And he wasn’t home, but it didn’t matter-Gil had just started the car when his phone rang.

“We got him,” Dani told him. “Your suspect. He turned himself in maybe two minutes ago. Apparently he ‘couldn’t deal with the guilt.’”

“What a saint,” Gil said coldly. “We’ll be back a little late. Just have to make a quick stop.”

“Where’re we stopping?” Malcolm asked drowsily from the backseat. He sat up from where he’d been leaning unconsciously against the window.

“Your house,” Gil told him. “You’re going home and getting some rest, and some medicine, and you will not come back to work until I tell you to.”

“I won’t,” Malcolm said, leaning back up against the window as they pulled into the street.

“You won’t what?”

“Any of it,” he said. “I won’t sleep and I won’t take any drugs and I’m coming back to work with you right now.”

JT rolled his eyes. “How many fingers am I holding up?” he asked.

Malcolm looked at JT’s hands, but there were four of them, and they looked wrong. Dead. He pushed himself back into the door of the car, clamping his eyes shut firmly. JT only has two hands, he told himself. And they’re normal hands. Not dead hands.

He looked back at JT, who looked at him with a quizzical look on his face and blood dripping from his eyes.

Malcolm once again tried to push himself backwards through the car door.

“Hey,” JT said concernedly. “Bright. Bright!”

Malcolm kept his eyes shut. He shook his head. “It’s not real,” he whispered to himself. “It’s not real.”

“What’s not real?” JT asked.

“Malcolm, look at me,” Gil instructed from the front seat. Malcolm cautiously opened his eyes, sighing in relief when all he saw was the familiar face of Gil, turned slightly towards him.

“That’s dangerous,” he muttered. “You should focus on the road.”

Gil smiled and turned his head back to the front. “Just look at me, okay, kid?” he said. “Whatever you’re seeing, it isn’t real, I promise. You’re sick.”

Malcolm nodded, staring resolutely ahead at the back of Gil’s head. “I feel weird,” he observed.

“You’re sick,” Gil repeated. “You’ve got a fever. It’s normal to feel weird.”

“Oh,” replied Malcolm, and he closed his eyes again. He was so tired.

They arrived at Malcolm’s house fairly quickly. He was mostly awake, but not in any state to make his limbs cooperate. Therefore, JT once again threw Malcolm over his shoulder, lugging him up the stairs and into his house. He dropped Malcolm unceremoniously onto the couch and leaned against the wall.

Gil busied himself with locating something to reduce the fever, but of course, Malcolm’s home was completely devoid of drugs. He therefore settled for a cool, wet washcloth and sent JT off to the pharmacy.

“Don’t want medicine,” Malcolm told him, once he’d been informed of where JT had gone. “I might not wake up, I might get stuck in a dream, it’s dangerous…”

“I’ll stay with you, okay?” Gil offered. “I’ll make sure you wake up.”

“You don’t have to,” Malcolm said, not very convincingly.

Gil was already calling Dani, making sure he didn’t need to come back to the precinct.

“It’s pretty cut-and-dry,” she told him. “I mean, we’ll need you tomorrow, for sure, but I think we’re good for the afternoon. What’s going on?”

He told her. “He didn’t say anything?” she asked.

“He never says anything,” Gil said. “I should’ve seen it sooner, but I was so focused on the case…”

“Well, he’s alright now, isn’t he?” Dani pointed out. “Resting?”

“Somewhat. I sent JT to get some fever reducers, and I’m staying so I can wake Malcolm up. The drugs make it harder to wake up,” he explained.

“Makes sense,” Dani said. “He’s lucky to have you.”

“Don’t I know it,” Gil said, smiling to himself. “He’d be back at work right now if he’d been given a choice.”

“That sounds about right,” Dani said. “Hey, do me a favour and let him know he was right? About our killer, he had the right man.”

“I’ll tell him,” Gil promised. He hung up and turned to Malcolm, who had already fallen asleep on the couch. He smiled and found a blanket to drape over him, then sat down next to him and waited for JT to get back. He’d have to wake Malcolm then, make him take some medicine, but for now, he could sleep.

this is kind of eh but its been a long week lol,,,should have something more polished tomorrow hopefully tho

#i say hopefully bc im Doing Stuff tomorrow so i might be busy but we'll see #whumptober2019 #altno.3 #fever #hallucinating #malcolm bright #prodigal son #my writing #i say things

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Darling, | Loki Laufeyson

Summary: Rosalie Stark has faced sadness, pain, and heartache her entire life- until she meets the God of Mischief. Loving him is wild, pure, and free. Then Thanos comes and turns her happy little world upsidown.

Pairing: Loki x Rose (OC)

Word Count: 10.1k (I know it’s a frikkin NOVEL I’M SORRY I GOT CARRIED AWAY)

Warnings: Death, Sadness, Language (Possibly), MCU Spoilers, Iron Man Spoilers, Thor: A Dark World Spoilers, Thor: Ragnarok Spoilers, Infinity War Spoilers, Endgame Spoilers, Light Gentle Smut,

A/N: Wow hi so I absolutely adore Loki. I want to add a little love to this precious babies life. Uh enjoy! The Smut is located roughly 4,500 words into the story? Sorry it’s pretty far in there but I’m very proud of this work so I think it’s worth it! Once you see the picture of the necklace the Smut is very close after that if you wanted to just go read it then you do you lolol. Also I don’t really write Smut a whole lot. So let me know if its good please. Thnx bbs I’m skipping a lot of movie related plot so I can just get to my plot. We’ve all already seen the movies so. Yknow. Sorry I skip a lot towards the end, by the end of it I had been writing for 10 hours and wanted to be done haHAHAHAHAHA. I’ll edit it later.

Let me know if you want me to write more Smut and also if you want more Loki x Rose adventures!!

Masterlist

Rose was 10 when her parents died. Tony was home from studying abroad, watching TV with her, they had just celebrated his 21st birthday. He always let her do whatever she wanted to, gave her candy for dinner, let her watch rated R movies. “She’s gonna go in the basement.” Rose said, throwing some popcorn as her and Tony watched some crappy old horror movie. Tony laughs reaching for the bowl, “well yeah. Of course she is.” He commented watching as the dumb blonde in the movie makes her way down the stairs to the basement. “Don’t they ever learn? It would be much easier to draw him out from the middle floor, that way they aren’t trapped.” Rose sighs, giggling as the Slasher inevitably crams a butcher knife through the poor girls chest. “Not a bad idea tot.” Tony smiles, ruffling her hair watching with a smile as she complained and fixed her hair again. “You think Daddy would watch this movie with me? I wanna show him...” Rose trailed off and Tony’s heart ached. Howard wasn’t the most loving Father but Tony knew he loved Rose. “You’ll have to ask him when he gets back. I think he would.” Tony smiled, turning back to the movie.

3 loud bangs on the door made Rose jump. She paused the movie as Tony stood- telling her to wait on the couch. “Don’t make a sound tot okay?” Tony added as he reached for the door handle. Rose nodded, not being able to see who was on the other side once the door was opened- it blocked her view. Tony’s face fell- and Rose saw an envelope in his hands. Tony closed the door, leaning back against it as he looked at Rose. She stood up instantly, “what’s that?” She asked- pointing to the envelope. Tony couldn’t speak, or move as she took it from his hands. He wanted to take it from her but he was frozen- Mom...Dad...dead? Rose ripped open the envelope, I’m sorry to inform you that a few nights ago Howard and Maria Stark were killed in a car accident..., wait...what? “Tony? What is this?” Rose asked, tears filling in her eyes. “Tony, is this a condolence letter?” Rose cried, becoming hysterical. Tony remained frozen as Rose dropped the letter and opened the front door.

Rose collapsed in the driveway- they were supposed to be home tomorrow. This isn’t happening, this isn’t real. Rose felt something building in her chest, getting bigger and heavier by the second. Her hands clamped over her ears as tears fell down her cheeks, she squeezed her eyes shut- that feeling in her chest bursting open in a scream. She screamed until her throat was raw, and then the world went black. It wasn’t for a few hours until Rose awoke, and when she did she was in her bed. Rose sat up, looking around- “Tony? Tony!” She called and he was in her room in a second. He sat on the edge of her bed, his eyes red and raw. “They’re...they’re really dead?” Rose asked, her eyes wide and watery. Tony nodded, and pulled Rose into his chest. Rose cried, and held onto Tony with all her strength- he’s all she has left. She can’t lose him- she doesn’t have anyone else. “Yeah tot, and I promise I’ll never leave you. I love you kiddo.” Tony whispered, kissing her head.

***

Rose was 27 when Tony went missing. It was a business trip, a missiles presentation. He should be home by now, but he wasn’t. Tears were in her eyes as she sat on the couch at her and Tony’s house- watching the news report his disappearance. They’re saying he was kidnapped by terrorists- Rose felt her chest squeeze and her heart ache. This isn’t happening- first Mom and Dad, and now Tony? God please not Tony. God please save him- bring him back to me. Rose prayed, on her knees with her head in her hands. “Ms. Stark?” Pepper cleared her throat, tears in her eyes. Rose looked up at her and Pepper was wrapping her arms around Rose- holding her as they cried. If he’s dead, then Rose is dead too. She can’t do this without him- she can’t live without him. That feeling in her chest never came, and it might sound crazy but she knew he wasn’t dead- it’s like she could feel it. “We just have to have faith okay? He’s alive, he’s out there, they’re looking for him. They’ll find him.” Pepper said, wiping away Rose’s tears.

The helicopter flew low over the desert, if Rose wasn’t rich and now the possible Heir to the Stark fortune and business they wouldn’t have let her come. Her eyes scanned the desert, looking for something- anything that could tell them where he is. Coming over a sand dune Rose sees a small figure, and when he yells she knows. “Tony! Oh my God it’s Tony! Take us down now!” She yells, already unbuckling her harness and she’s jumping to the ground before the helicopter has even fully touched down. She’s sprinting to him, seeing cuts, scars and bruises all over him but he’s smiling. She felt tear down her cheeks as she dropped to her knees and wrapped her arms around him. Tony smiled, “hey tot.” He rasped, and she laughed- tears streaming. “God Tony you’re alive.” Rose whispered, placing her hands on his cheeks and looking in his eyes. “I promised I wouldn’t leave you.” Tony said, and Rose let out a deep breath. “Next time can you just FaceTime them?” Rose asked and Tony chuckled.

“What happened?” Rose asked on the plane, eyeing the blue circular piece of technology sticking out of my chest. Tony took her hand, “explosion left pieces of debris in my heart, and this stops them from getting to my heart.” Tony explains and Rose can tell he doesn’t want to talk about what he went through. “Remember when Mom used to play the piano?” Rose asked and Tony smiled, he looked over at Rose. “She used to play that same song constantly- drove Dad crazy.” Tony added and Rose giggled, remember her Father’s annoyed expression when he would hear the first few notes of that song start. “You’re a lot like Dad sometimes, you internalize things too much. You keep to yourself more than you should.” Rose tells Tony, watching as he looks away. She’s right- he knows she is. It’s just easier to never talk about how you feel in hopes that feeling will disappear. “Not talking about it doesn’t make it go away Tony.” Rose adds- almost as if she can read his mind. He’s not surprised she knew what he was thinking, Rose knows him better than anyone else. So he looked at her, and he told her- and you know he really hates to admit it but it made him feel better. Talking to Rose makes him feel better.

***

Rose was 29 when she met Loki. She watched him through the monitor connected to the security camera. Loki was the kind of man she had never met before- he was completely in control even when he seemed helpless. He sat on the bench in the circular prison meant for the Hulk, he didn’t seem stressed he looked utterly content. Rose felt drawn to him- and she didn’t know if she was okay with that or terrified. Tony watched her and grabbed her arm gently, “you stay away from him okay? You’re not to go near him.” Tony ordered and Rose nodded- not arguing with him. Tony always knows what’s best for her. Tony turned and headed to the Lab Bruce was in and Rose found herself walking and followed her feet to the prison Loki was trapped in. He didn’t notice her come in- and if he did he pretended he didn’t. But out of the corner of his eye he sees her, and she’s beautiful. For a woman from Midgard. He turned to her, with a wide smile on his face- “to what do I owe the pleasure?” Loki asked her and her throat hitched in her throat. He looked ethereal- he was perfect in every way. Like a God should be. “I-” She started but her throat went dry.

Loki smiled coyly, “are you nervous?” He asked, a teasing smile on his face. A deep blush made it’s way to her cheeks- she found herself stepping towards the glass, wanting to be closer to him. What’s the matter with her? Thor is a God, and he never had this affect on her- he was more rugged while Loki was more refined. “You- you haven’t tried to escape.” Rose mumbled, her voice shaking. Her eyes widened when he stood up and made his way towards her on the other side of the glass. “That’s because darling, I’m exactly where I want to be.” Loki said lowly, raising a brow at her expression. An expression of wanting- and a bit of fear. He intimidated her. “Are you?” Loki asked, loving the deer-caught-in-headlights look on her face. Rose swallowed thickly, her heart thumping wildly in her chest. There was a softness in his eyes when he talked to her, a look that Loki himself wasn’t aware of. Unintentionally Loki was gentler with her. She didn’t know what to say to him- or why she came here at all. Rose turned on her heel to leave when he spoke, “what’s your name darling? I can’t let you leave before I can know you.” Loki said, a cocky smile sliding over his lips.

“R-Rosalie Stark.” She stammered, turning to look at him once more. Stark? “Ah you must be related to the man made of Iron.” Loki smiled and Rose nodded, “Yeah and he’d be very angry if he knew I was in here.” She said, and Loki smiled, “rebelling are we?” He teased and Rose actually laughed. Genuinely laughed, there was something about Loki that made her want to be near him. “You know I would have expected you to behave more like a caged animal all locked up in this prison.” Rose comments, feeling surprisingly comfortable with him. “Maybe if you weren’t here I would be.” Loki said- his eyes piercing through her. A deep blush crawls up her neck once more. Loki sees how easy it would be to use her- but something in him feels almost sick at the thought of using her. She weakens him- it makes him want to push her away. He needs to succeed, the consequences will be too dire if he doesn’t. They’ll have his head- he doesn’t have room for weakness.

Rose feels a hand around her arm, and a concerned and almost angry expression cross Loki’s face. She turns seeing Tony dragging her out of the room, “what the hell did I say?” Tony snapped, clearly angry at her. Loki stood, watching him forcefully drag her away from him- and he hates that. He hates that Tony drug her out of the room. He didn’t need to put his hands on her, and for the first time since Loki has been here, he feels angry. “Tony I-” Rose started but was silenced but the mere look he gave her. “Rose he’s dangerous. Do you not understand that? He doesn’t care about you or anything- Thor is his damn brother and he tried to kill him!” Tony snapped, once they’d gotten to the Lab. “Anyone can be changed Tony!” Rose yells back and his eyebrows raise. “Do you- do you care about him? Rose he’s a God who is not only insane but has absolutely no morals and is drunk with power. This little crush has to stop- now.” Tony yells, storming out of the Lab. Rose felt angry tears wet her cheeks as Bruce kept working, he looked up at her. “Rose, I commend you for your good nature and your willingness to help others but Loki? Loki can’t be saved.” He says gently, but Rose knows he’s wrong. They’re all wrong. Loki can be saved.

When Nat is sent in to interrogate him Rose slips out of the Lab without Tony noticing. Rose listens out of view, “you’re a monster!” Nat cries but Rose can tell she’s faking it. “No- you brought the monster.” Loki smiles and Nat immediately reports back, “he means on releasing the Hulk.” Nat says quickly making her way out of the room. Rose emerges from her hiding place, “you wouldn’t really do that...we’ll all die. The Hulk will rip this ship apart and clear out of the sky.” Rose says weakly, and she swears she sees Loki’s face fall a little. “Of course not darling, of course not.” Loki lies, and Rose nods. Loki examines her arm, seeing the red marks. “Your brother did that to you?” Loki asks, expression darkening. Rose looks down at her arm, knowing Tony will feel guilty he hurt her. “He didn’t mean to- he was just angry.” Rose says softly. Loki looks at her, “come here.” He says sternly but gently. “W-why?” Rose stammers and Loki smiles.

“Do you trust me?” Loki asks, his eyes not leaving hers. “No.” Rose says softly and this causes his smile to grow wider, “Good. Come here.” He orders again and Rose takes tentative steps forward, opening the door before stepping inside. The door doesn’t slide shut behind her, “you’re not trying to escape. The door is open...” Rose trails off- nervous as he approaches her. “I’m exactly where I need to be darling.” He says smoothly. Rose clears her throat, looking up at him. He’s very tall. “What do you want?” She asks and Loki smiles, leaning in to whisper in her ear, “sorry about this darling.” He murmurs, pressing his fingers to her temple. In an instant she is unconscious, and Loki hears the Hulk’s roar. Loki lifts Rose to his chest, holding her bridal style as Thor runs into the room. Using his illusion magic, Thor thinks Loki is about to escape but launches himself into the prison only to discover Loki is already out- and holding Rose. “Loki, you can’t have her.” Thor says and Loki smiles. “I already do.” He says- his fingers dancing over the button to drop the cage into the ocean.

Rose’s eyes open briefly, to see Thor in the cage- and the cage drop from the ship. “Thor!” She says weakly, pushing herself from Loki’s arms. “No can’t go there darling- it’s not safe. Come here,” he says gently lifting her back into his arms again. Rose watches as she passes through the halls of the ships in Loki’s arms, “Loki you- can’t kidnap me...” She whispers using all her strength. Loki smiles, holding her tightly so no one can take her. “I have to keep you safe.” He tells her, before boarding an airplane. Loki doesn’t know why he took her- he just knows that he can’t let her leave his sight. He needs to keep her safe, he can’t let any harm come to her. Tony is no where to be found and Rose watches in disdain as the doors close and she falls unconscious once again.

Tony’s eyes widen in panic, “he- he took her?” Tony seethes, his fists curling. Steve was the first to say anything, “Tony we’ll get her back, we know he’s at Stark tower.” He says but Tony places both fists against one of the table as his head drops. His chest is heaving- if Loki does anything to her. Rose’s eyes open, laying on one of the couches at Stark Tower. Looking towards the window- she see’s Loki. “You kidnapped me.” Rose says, anger evident in her tone. Loki turns to look at her, “I need to keep you safe. Here is the safest place for you.” He explains, and Rose rolls her eyes. She stands and runs her fingers through her hair, “you kidnapped me Loki!” Rose yells, and Loki sighs. “In time you’ll see I did the right thing.” He tells her and she takes a deep breath. “Oh my God Tony must be so worried,” Rose says- turning to the elevator. Loki turns, his heart racing when he sees her trying to leave. “I assure you they’re on their way. Stay darling.” Loki says sweetly. Rose looks at him, thinking for a moment before turning back towards him. She goes to stand next to him by the window, watching in horror as aliens come from the sky.

“It’s going to be a mass slaughter...Loki stop this please!” Rose cries, her hands flying to her face. Loki doesn’t look over at her, “I can’t.” He says, his expression hard. Rose feels tears run down her cheeks, “why on Earth not?” She asks, and Loki swallows. “They won’t let me.” He says and Rose pinches her eyebrows together. “Who?” She asks and Loki looks up into the sky and then it dawns on her. The Aliens coming from the sky, they must have a leader of their own. Is Loki being forced to do this against his will? “Loki, why did you take me? I know you want to protect me but why? I mean nothing to you, you’re a God and I’m just...me.” Rose asks, turning away from the window- hoping Tony and the others will get here soon. Loki looks genuinely confused as he doesn’t know what to say, “I- I don’t know.” He says honestly. “I do know that you’re not nothing. You are a gift to the men of this world darling- your beauty is unmatched.” Loki says simply, looking away from her. Rose reaches for his hand, he flinches at first and nearly pulls away but lets her grab his hand.

Rose watches as Thor takes the tesseract and Loki and steps forward, Loki is in handcuffs and has a muzzle on. Rose feels her heart break at the thought of never seeing him again. Loki looks at her, and there’s a look in his eyes that tells her he feels the same way. Tears build in her eyes as the Rosenbridge appears and takes Thor and Loki with it when it disappears. A single tear falls down her face as Tony wraps his arm around her. She turns towards Tony’s car, wiping away tears as they continue to fall. The drive back to the house is long and Tony doesn’t know what to say. Loki is a maniac and will only hurt Rose or get her killed. Maybe he does care for her- that doesn’t change the fact that he’s dangerous. Rose doesn’t say anything the entire time, no matter how many times Tony tries to lighten the mood. “So Pizza tonight?” Tony smiles but Rose looks vacantly out the window. His smile falls as he reaches for her hand, and she lets him. “Rose, you can’t choose you fall in love with. I’m sorry I was so hard on you, I just want to keep you safe.” Tony tells her and she turns to him, eyes red and watery. “I know, it’s okay. Of all people I can fall for- I fall for a God.” Rose scolds herself, continuing to wipe away tears with her free hand.

***

“Welcome home Brother, shall we throw you a homecoming party?” Thor teased, but Loki didn’t even glance his way. Thor smiled, “oh come no Loki, silver tongue turn to lead?” Thor laughs, but his laugh quickly fades when Loki remains silent walking up to the palace. Not even a smile, or a scowl, nothing. No eye roll, no witty comeback, Thor has never seen Loki so- somber. Thor thinks for a moment- and remembers Rose. Loki misses her, he misses having her near, and he hates that he let himself care for her. When she’s near him- he feels like he can be a better man. He wants her here, he can’t get her off his mind. “You miss her don’t you?” Thor says, not joking anymore. Loki doesn’t answer, but their brief eye contact is enough of an answer for Thor. Loki is lead into the throne room when Thor feels hopeful- if Loki genuinely cares for Rose then maybe she can change him. Maybe she can make him a better man- she can bring him back.

Loki is sentenced and brought to the cells when Thor comes forward to Odin. “Father, there was a woman on Earth that Loki- uh.. well got close to.” Thor explained and Odin’s eyebrows raised. “A human?” Odin said, a disapproving tone. Despite what Loki has done, Odin forbids any of this children to marry mortals. They live, decay, and die before an Asgardian gets a quarter of the way through their lives. “I think if we brought her here, she could help him. He was different when she was near-” Thor begins but Odin waves his hand, “we do not bring mortals here Thor, you know this.” Thor continues however, “Father Loki was gentler, more compassionate when she was near I know if we bring her here she can-” Odin cuts him off once more. “I said no Thor, we do not bring mortals here. No exceptions.” Odin snaps, growing frustrated.

“One of us has to try and save Loki!” Thor yelled in frustration, he knows Rose can change Loki. Odin stands, taking a deep breath. “Tell me about this woman.” Odin says finally and Thor lets out a deep breath. “She’s smart, and kind. She’s gentle, and I myself care for her- nothing more than a shield sister. Loki however was almost drawn to her, she has this power over him. She calms him, and humbles him. He’s different when she’s near.” Thor explains and Odin thinks for a moment. “He misses her,” Thor adds and Odin looks at him finally, “get her.” Thor smiles and turns back to head to the Bifrost.

***

Laying in bed, Rose can’t stop thinking about Loki. She misses him, and that sounds crazy because he’s a God. He’s probably bedding all the Goddesses as she speaks. She feels tears sting the back of her eyes again and a heaviness on her chest. She sits up, the tears building- why can she not just forget him? Her heart aches so much she can’t it anymore. He’s a God he could never love her, or even give a damn about her. She’s just a human- she’s not good enough for him. She probably annoyed him- he’s probably up in Asgard so glad to finally be rid of her. Its pathetic, he’s probably forgotten about her already while she can’t get him off her mind. She rinses her face with water when she hears a sound close to a mini explosion from outside, it sounds like- like lightning. She turns out of her room to see Thor strolling into her living room, Rose glances towards Tony’s door. He’s probably working, thank God. “Thor? What are you doing here?” Rose smiles, rushing to throw her arms around him.

“I’ve come to retrieve you.” Thor smiles, happy to see her. She’s been a good friend to Thor as of late. Her eyes widen, her heart beginning to beat wildly in her chest. “Why?” She asks, her pulse rising. Thor smiles, “My Father has requested your presence- for Loki.” Thor tells her and enjoys the wide smile that spreads across her face and the blush that prickles along her cheeks. Rose scribbles a note for Tony- who is going to be livid with her when she returns. After placing it on Tony’s door, Rose turns to her room, “wait, I have something for you to wear. Asgardian noble clothing.” Thor tells her, holding up a beautiful powder pink Asgardian dress. Rose smiles, turning into her room to change and when she emerges- Thor’s eyes widen as she smiles. “Your beauty has surpassed the Goddesses themselves Lady Rose.” Thor smiled and Rose blushed, looking down at her feet. Thor is the best and greatest friend she could have asked for. “Put your arms around me,” Thor says gently and Rose reaches up and hugs him tightly as he launches them into the air and back down into the grass.

“Heimdall, I’m ready.” And suddenly they are engulfed in colors and lights, and in a few seconds they’re flying through space. Rose holds tight to Thor as she watches the starts and nebula's pass right by her- plants, galaxy's, and so many things she’s never seen before. She lands with Thor on a platform of hold and a large man with a large sword smiles down at her. “Welcome to Asgard Ms. Stark.” Heimdall smiles, and Rose blushes, following Thor to the palace. Thor holds her again and flies them right to a large Throne room. “So you are the mortal that has claimed my sons troubled heart.” Odin says and Rose’s eyes widen as she bows before him- not knowing the proper way to greet the King of the 9 Realms. Odin smiles, appreciating her attempt to be proper in his presence. “Tell me your name child.” Odin says, looking down at her from the Throne. Rose clears her throat as nerves begin to take over, “Rosalie Stark your highness.” Rose says and Odin nods, “Lady Rose is it? Thor, bring him.” Odin orders and Thor nods, turning and walking deeper into the Palace. “I don’t know what it is my son likes so much about you Lady Rose, but Thor has reassured me that you can help my son. That is the only reason you are here.” Odin tells her and Rose can’t tell if its meant to be taken as a threat or not.

“So the all mighty King has demanded the presence of his disgraced Son has he? To what do I owe the pleasure my liege,” Loki says, fake bowing a cocky smile on his face- not having seen Rose yet. Odin’s face falls to annoyance as he gestures towards Rose. Loki looks to his left and his eyes widen- his heart immediately pounding wildly behind his ribcage. He smiled and took a step towards her, “just couldn’t stay away could you? Had to travel across planets just to get another look?” Loki teased- loving the way her cheeks darkened in a blush. “I don’t see you looking away either God of Mischief.” Rose bit back, a sly smile on her face. Odin could see within moments of them speaking that Thor was right- Loki cares for this mortal. Loki smiles down at her, and Odin looks at him. “Loki you will be permitted visits with this girl but if you try to escape- I will have her executed.” Odin threatens and Loki’s expression darkens.

“Touch her and I will-” Loki snaps pulling against his restraints, “if you follow my rules she won’t be harmed.” Odin says and Loki’s expression is so dark Rose fears he would attempt to kill Odin if he wasn’t restrained. Loki’s expression softens considerably when Rose places a hand on his arm. Loki turns, and holds out an arm for Rose to take. “I’ll give you the ‘Princes Exclusive’ tour of the dungeons. Just wait- it’s very homey down there. Glamorous.” Loki says with a sarcastic smile and Rose giggles, leaning into him a little bit after taking his arm. “I can’t believe Odin stuck you in the dungeons.” Rose whispered low enough for Loki to hear but not loud enough for the guards leading them to hear. Loki smiles, “I have all the homey touches, don’t worry dove.” Loki says softly- her heart warming at the nickname. Upon entering the dungeons, all the prisoners eyes find their way to Rose- whistling and hollering. Loki’s expression darkens as they enter his cell and the cuffs are removed. The cell is sealed with both Rose and Loki inside. “We’ll come to retrieve you when the visit is over Lady Rose,” the guards inform her.

“Why do they keep looking at me like that?” Rose asks, feeling uncomfortable at the expression the prisoners are giving her. “It’s because you look ravishing dear, sculpted from the heavens.” Loki purrs, his pupils dilating. He takes a step towards her, and slowly, carefully places his lips on hers. Rose feels swarms of butterflies fluttering around in her abdomen and her heart pounding so hard she can hear it in her ears. The kiss is short and sweet but it’s enough to make her head swim. Loki takes her hand and pulls her to sit next to him on a bench and he pulls out a necklace with a beautiful emerald in the middle of a tree.

“Loki it’s beautiful.” Rose breathes as he fastens it around her neck. Loki smiles, revealing that pinned to his collar is the same tree with the emerald in it. “I made these darling, so that when you can fall asleep I can enter your dreams. We can speak and be together while you sleep.” Loki explains- taking Rose’s hands. “Only as long as you wear that- I infused it with a magic that links us together.” Rose leans up and presses a kiss to Loki’s cheek when the guard returns to the door and Rose exits the cell. “I’ll see you tomorrow Lady Rose.” Loki smiles and Rose blushes- giving him a fake curtsy before she’s lead up the stairs. At the top she’s met by Thor who gives her a friendly smile, “hello Lady Rose.” He says- slightly raising a brow at the necklace around her neck. “It’s a gift from Loki.” Rose smiles as she follows Thor. He smiles, “Thor how long am I going to be here?” She asks and Thor’s face falls. “Probably not long I’m afraid. Just enough to appease Loki and calm him for a while.”

Rose follows Thor to her room, a big room with a large round bed in the middle. Up a few steps is a beautiful balcony closed off with double doors covered with white see through curtains. “This room is beautiful.” Rose comments, noticing more dresses hung along a wall near the bathroom. Thor smiles, “this is where you’ll be staying while you’re here.” Rose feels the soft bed sheets- this isn’t a fabric that exists on Earth. “Thank you Thor, there isn’t a chance I could contact my brother is there?” Rose asks- wanting to speak to Tony. “I’m afraid not, we don’t have intergalactic communication I’m afraid.” Thor apologizes with a teasing smile. Thor excuses himself from her room, after a servant delivers a tray of food.

After eating and changing into a nighttime dress, Rose lays in the covers making sure she has the necklace on. Letting herself fall to sleep- her eyes close and when they open she’s somewhere she’s never been before. It’s a beautiful house overlooking Asgard. Is she dreaming? “Hello darling,” Loki smiles, wearing only his under armor clothing. Rose smiles and stands to press her lips to his, “is this real?” She asks, stepping out onto the balcony. “Yes, we’re in your dream. What are you dreaming of dear?” Loki asks and Rose blushes. She fell asleep dreaming of having an actual life with Loki. “Of living here, it’s beautiful here.” She lies and Loki smiles- but there’s something off. “Are you okay?” Rose asks, turning to face him. Loki looks down at her, “you’re a mortal. I’m a God Rose.” Loki says suddenly going to sit down on the bed. Rose’s heart drops, “just because I’m a mortal doesn’t mean I’m less than-” “No, it means you will die thousands of years before I do.” Loki tells her, looking away.

“Then lets enjoy the time we do have.” Rose says, reaching up to pull his lips closer to hers. He kisses her back feverishly, laying her back against the bed. Rose’s head is swimming- their romance is a whirlwind but she’s in love with a God she wasn’t expecting anything less. Loki’s hands ghost over her body, tugging down the sleeves of her nightdress, his eyes asking permission. Rose nods, her cheeks a rosy red as the clothing is removed leaving her in nothing but her panties. His lips are feather light on her skin, leaving a trail of goosebumps as his lips trace down the curve of her neck. He presses light kisses to her skin and his lips find their way to her collarbones, pressing gentle kisses to both of them. “You are breathtaking darling,” Loki whispers, his hands lightly brushing down her sides. His fingers hook into the waistband of her panties, this time needing verbal consent. “May I darling?” He asks but she hesitates, “I want to, I just don’t know if this means to you what it means to me.” Rose whispers, “I know how I feel darling, do you?” Loki asks, gently brushing the tip of his nose against hers. Rose nods, giving Loki permission to slide her panties down her legs.

Loki leans back on his heels and takes her naked body in, her fair skin shining in the moonlight. Her chest is already heaving and he’s barely even touched her. “Loki please...” Rose whines, the sexual frustration becoming too much for her to handle. He smiles coyly as the tips of his fingers trail up her stomach and towards her breasts. Rose’s back arches up into his touch but his fingers trail back down her stomach again. He smiles as he presses gentle kisses to her inner thighs lips merely brushing against where she needs him the most. Rose has never felt anything like this before, her brain was static and she almost felt lightheaded, “are you sure you can take this darling? I’m no ordinary lover,” Loki asked sincerely, and Rose nodded. She couldn’t think straight enough to speak. Loki’s hand trails back up and finally brushes over her nipples, hard and ready for him. A groan escaped her lips as she looked down at him, the brilliant blue in his eyes almost gone as his pupils have blown wide open. His eyes are near black, with a thin blue ring around them. Rose was writhing under Loki, while he was still fully clothed. Loki has an affect over her body that no one else will ever have.

Loki presses a kiss to her core, sending jolts up her body as he presses soft and gentle kisses around her. He runs his fingers through her folds, making sure she’s good and wet for him before he begins to undress. Rose’s chest is heaving as she leans up on her elbows, watching him lose his clothing piece by piece. She wants to tell him those 3 stupid little words but her mouth won’t let her, every time she opens her mouth her throat goes dry and her heart starts pounding so fast she can’t think. She wants to say it every time she looks into his eyes, I love you. But she doesn’t know if he even feels that way- maybe he just wants her body. Maybe it’s all just a trick, he is a God. It wouldn’t be hard for him to fool her. Once his pants hit the ground, Rose is in awe. He’s absolutely breathtaking, he practically glows in the moonlight. He looks like a God, perfect. Loki leans over her, his face a mere few inches from her own. He smiles fondly at her, pressing his lips to kiss her slowly and intimately. Rose’s eyes widen when she feels him pressing into her. He slides in inch by inch, spreading her open with a sharp burn up her pelvis.

Loki presses kisses to her neck as she breathes through the pain, he’s bigger than she’s had before. Like a gentleman he waits until she’s ready for him to continue, and on the tip of his tongue are those 3 pesky little words he never thought he’d say to anyone. I love you. But he can’t love her, because one day he will lose her and be forced to live all those long years without her. That will drive him to the deepest pit of the darkness within him and he fears nothing will bring him back out of it. He pushes the words to the back of his throat when he feels her loosen considerably, and with a nod he’s sliding his hips back and her mouth falls open when he pushes them against her again. Rose moans softly as he gently continues to slide his hips back in long sensual strokes. This feels more like love making than anything else. Her hands wrap around his shoulders and back as he presses kisses to her shoulders and neck.

He continues to press his hips against her, keeping his rhythm even though he felt that familiar coil tightening, Rose screwed her eyes shut as her nails dug into his back, that tightening feeling building and building until it bursts, with Loki stuttering before stopping with a deep breath. He kisses her shoulder before sliding out of her and reaching for his pants. Rose pulls the night dress over her head and sits behind Loki, pressing kisses to his bare back. He smiles, “did that really happen or was it all just in my head?” Rose asked and Loki chuckled, “You’ll have to find out tomorrow dove. Look at my back, you’ll know then.” He teases, referring to the scratch marks along his back. “Go to sleep darling, you’ll see me again soon enough.” He smiles, kissing her forehead as she lays down and lets her eyes slide shut.

***

When her eyes open, she smiles. Rose leaps out of bed and dresses in a white and gold silk dress. Stepping into the hallway, Thor is nowhere to be found. “Excuse me but where is Thor?” Rose asks a guard, “The infirmary, Lady Rose, I can take you there if you’d like.” The guard offers and Rose nods. Entering the infirmary Rose sees Thor next to a woman with brown hair, “Thor?” Rose says, and he turns to look at her. “Good Morning Rose, this is Jane. She has a massive and powerful energy coursing through her, we’ve come to find out what it is.” Thor explains and Rose looks down at the woman and smiles. She glances between Rose and Thor and Rose smiles, “no Thor is my friend, one of my closest friends actually. I’m here for his brother- Loki.” Rose explains and her expression turns to anger. “You’re with Loki? That murderous, raving violent ass-” “Good morning Lady Rose, isn’t it time for your visit with Loki?” Odin smiles as he walks in, Rose smiles and bows before following a guard out of the room and down to the dungeons.

Her face widens in a smile when Loki comes into view, entering his cell Rose wraps her arms around him immediately. Rose smiles shyly as Loki lifts the bottom of his shirt just enough for her to see a few red scratches. A blush crawls over her face as Loki chuckles, wrapping his arms around her. Rose looks through Loki’s books as he sits back against his bench and watches her fondly. “You know having a King for a Father must be intimidating.” Rose comments and Loki scowls, “I wouldn’t know I never met my Father.” He says and Rose’s eyebrows raise, “I’m a Jotunn, a Frost Giant. I was taken by Odin when he decimated my people and my father Laufey cast me out.” Loki explains, “you’re a Frost Giant? Aren’t they big and well- blue?” Rose asks, remembering when Thor used to talk about them.

“Yes but I’m quite talented with Illusion Magic. I can choose to appear however I wish, my Mother told me when I was a baby Odin transformed my skin so I would blend in with Asgardian’s. Only touching a relic of the Jotunheim will bring out my true skin.” Loki explained, and Rose sat next to him, “but Thor described the Jotunn’s as though they’re monsters, you’re not a monster.” Rose asked and Loki’s eyes were cast to the ground. “If you think that’s true then you don’t know me very well.” Loki said coldly, and Rose felt taken aback. “But I do know you, I know who you really are. You can be the person I see in you, kind, giving, loyal, a true hero to the people.” Rose said, placing a hand on his shoulder. “Lady Rose we are having an emergency and we need to escort you to safety.” A guard said and Loki said. “She’s already safe, leave her with me.” Loki demanded, “Sorry sir, Thor’s direct orders were to bring her to him immediately.” One of the guards said while the other entered the cell and gently grabbed Rose’s arm.

“Loki!” Rose called as they took her out of the cell and towards the stairs. Loki can hear the screams of dying men and the clash of swords in the direction they were taking her, “please leave her here! You’re bringing her into danger!” Loki yelled, anger building in his veins. Rose looked back at Loki as she disappeared up the stairs and Loki felt nothing but absolute and utter panic in his veins. “Rose!” Loki called helplessly, listening to the sound of screaming. Rose was hauled along by the soldiers, seeing big elves in heavy armor cutting down all the Asgardian soldiers. “Oh my God,” She whispered as the guards finally delivered her to Thor. “Rose, thank goodness you’re okay.” Thor breathed, “This is my Mother Frigga- go with her she will keep you safe.” Thor instructs and Rose is taken away with Frigga. Loki paces in his cell as the battle has made its way to the dungeons, and he has nothing but fear and anger in his veins. If she were here with him he’d be able to protect her. Thor takes a step towards Loki’s cell- relieved to see he’s still in there and alive. “Where is she? I swear if you get her killed-” Loki growled.

“She’s alive and well brother, she’s gone with Mother.” Thor snapped but Loki’s heart didn’t stop pounding wildly in his chest. Rose hid in Jane’s room with Frigga, fighting off a large snow elf. Jane’s eyes were red as Malekith held Frigga by her throat, and drove a sword into her abdomen. Everything went black when one of them slammed their sword into the back of Rose’s head and she crumpled to the floor. Thor lifted Rose to his arms and carried her to the infirmary where she stayed for 3 days. Loki couldn’t sleep, or eat, or drink. He sat with his head in his hands and his palms shaking. He can still those cursed words, words informing him that not only had his mother been murdered but the woman he lov- cared deeply for, was also in the infirmary. Loki continued to ask the guards how she is and if Rose is still alive, he hates that he can’t be there with her- that he has to go every agonizing second without knowing whether or not she’s okay.

On the 3rd day when Rose awoke, Thor had come to the conclusion that he was going to need Loki’s help. He had put together the whole plan and only needed to get Loki to agree. Helping Rose out of bed, Thor filled her in on what he needed to do. “I don’t know a way to get out of Asgard without attracting Odin’s attention, but Loki does. He has many secret passageways on and off the planet. I’ll need to break him out- which means you’ll need to come with us. Odin told Loki if he escapes you’ll be executed.” Thor explained and Rose’s throat closed. “You think he’d really do it?” Rose asked and Thor nodded, “if it meant putting Loki in his place, he’d do anything.” Going down the stairs into the dungeons, Rose’s heart broke when she saw that Loki was practically unaffected by the fact that she was in the infirmary. Does he not care about her? When Loki saw her however tears were in his eyes, “hello darling.” He said with a smile and before she could reply- Thor did. “Enough Illusions brother.” And an Illusion melted away revealing destroyed furniture, the books shredded apart and broken glass as well as blood coming from the bottom of Loki’s foot. His hair was disheveled, and his eyes were red and puffy.

After explaining what he needs to do Loki immediately refuses, “no, I can’t put Rose in danger.” Loki says, “she’s in danger if I go, she’ll be executed or worse slain by one of those damned elves.” Loki snapped and Rose crouched down to look at him. “Loki please, I’ll stay right by you the entire time I swear.” Rose begged and Loki looked over at her, already giving in. “Fine, but if anything happens to you-” “It won’t.” Rose smiled. Loki felt in his gut that this was a bad idea, but he couldn’t say no to her. He was still pulling away from her, a God and a Mortal were never meant to be. They were destined to be a tragedy right from the start and even in New York he knew getting close to her was dangerous but he just couldn’t stop himself.

***

Loki watched as the sword dug through his chest, but he felt no pain. It was better if Rose thought he was dead, he can’t love her. She’s mortal he can’t live without her- he just can’t. He can’t do that to her. Let her lose him instead of him losing her. Rose’s hands flew to her face as Loki collapsed back. The wound seeping with blood, “no, no I-” Rose stammered unable to speak. It felt as though her entire world was crumbling to pieces in front of her. “Loki please no,” Rose cried as he stuttered through breaths- this can’t be happening. His hand reached up and brushed along her cheek as his body turned a ashy blue and his eyes closed. A scream erupted from Rose’s lungs, ripping through the barren wasteland as tears ran down her cheeks. Heavy sobs overtook her as her head fell against his chest, her hands dug into her hair on either side of her head. Rose cried and screamed and held that little silver necklace in her hands, her face buried in his chest. Thor took a step towards her and placed a hand on her shoulder. “We can’t leave him here!” She cried as Thor helped her up. “We have no choice,” Thor said, tears in his eyes as he looked back at his little brother.

Everything went by in a blur, she couldn’t bring herself to care about anything or anyone and all the weeks later that she finally made her way back home and knocked on the door Tony yanked that door open and engulfed her in a tight hug. “Jesus Christ never disappear on me ever again. ‘Hey Tony going to Asgard home soon’? How is that supposed to ease my conscious?” Tony said, half joking, half scolding. When she doesn’t respond Tony pulls her back and looks at her, “what happened?” He asked- shutting the door behind her. “Loki- he...he’s dead.” Rose whispered, tears building in her eyes again. Tony’s face showed a mixture of emotions, but despite how he feels he pulls her in for a tight hug, knowing she loved him. She leaned against him, letting tears flow down her cheeks and her body shook with tears.

Years went by, and Rose began training with Doctor Strange, learning how to harness the mystical arts, anything to get her mind off of how much her heart ached. She hated being alive every second of everyday and every night was plagued with nightmares- memories of him. Everything just hurt so much- without him life itself was meaningless. She’d become quite talented at opening gates but that was about all she could do- Doctor Strange said her heart was too troubled for the more complicated magic. She didn’t want to fall asleep, knowing the dreams won’t stop- but her eyes slid shut as she gave in to sleep. “To what do I owe the pleasure?” He smiled, and she can feel it gauging her heart as he moved about the dream, looking at her and she feels like he’s looking right through her. It’s agonizing, she sees his smile, hears his chuckle and his voice. “I’m exactly where I want to be,” Loki smiles, and Rose can see his eyes soften when he looks at her. She sees his shoulders relax- she notices things she missed the first time she met him. She took times like that for granted, not knowing he would be taken from her so soon. It’s not fair. Tears slide down her cheeks as the image of him swirls and disappears and then she’s standing in that room filled with moonlight. The light illuminating his face, and his crystal blue eyes. She watches as he hovers above her as he did that night and she closes her eyes- willing the memory away. When she opens her eyes, there’s his body. Cold and abandoned in the dusty planet she left it on, she screams and cries- collapsing to her knees. Every night it’s this, going through memories before this one appears before her and she loses herself all over again.

Rose sits up in bed, sweat dripping down her forehead and tears still wet on her cheeks. Her chest is heaving as sobs force through her body- she can’t live like this anymore. She wipes away the tears and takes a shower, throwing on some clothes before heading to see Doctor Strange. He doesn’t mentor her in magic much anymore- but he still teaches her things about incantations. She goes over there now mostly because he’s her friend, and he takes her mind off Loki. Learning things from him gives her life purpose again. Stepping into the living room she opens a gate to his door and steps through in front of his door, closing the gate behind her. She turns and knocks on the door and Doctor Strange opens the door and smiles. “Sleep well?” He asks- knowing full well she didn’t. She glared at him before taking off her jacket, “for that you can hang up my jacket, no cheating.” Rose said, raising a brow. Steven smiled taking her jacket and hanging it on the hook. Rose laughed at his annoyed expression before hitting the books. “What are we doing today?” She asked eagerly causing Steven to raise his brows at her, “eager are we? As it so happens- nothing. Care for some tea?” He asks and Rose rolls her eyes, “nothing? Again?” She complains.

“You don’t have to come over Ms. Stark,” Steven smiles, knowing she’s going to argue with him. She’s ornery, a real spitfire sometimes. “I come over because I want to, don’t give me that crap!” She snaps, her expression turning annoyed. Steven chuckled as they drank tea and read books, this is what they do mostly. At first she was going through lessons every day but not so much anymore- now they act like a married couple that’s been together for 80 years. They sit, drink tea, and read. But just being near Steven helps take her mind off Loki. A loud pounding on the door interrupts them, “Rose won’t you go get that for me?” Steven asks and Rose nods, standing and making her way to the door. Swinging it open she sees Thor. “Thor?” She asks, her smile widening- he engulfs her in a tight hug and spins her around. “What are you doing here?” He asks and Rose smiles as Steven comes into view. “I’m a friend of Doctor Strange.” She answers and Thor looks confused, “who?” “Uh, oh!” She exclaims seeing Steven behind her, “uh Thor this is Doctor Steven Strange, Steven this is Thor.” She introduced the two men as they smiled and greeted each other politely. Steven leaned in close to Rose, “go read that letter from Odin once more, I seem to have forgotten where he’s off to.” Steven lied, and Rose nodded.

In all honesty, he wanted a chance to get Thor and Loki out of here before she got back, he didn’t want her knowing Loki was alive- knowing she’d run off again and get herself killed. Plus Tony Stark was adamant that Steven keep her safe at all costs. But she returned just as Thor said “I guess I’ll be needing my brother back.” Her eyes widened and her mouth fell open as Steven opened the portal and from it dropped Loki. “What?” Rose stammered, causing all eyes to turn to look at her. She made her way down the stairs towards Loki, “how- you...you died.” Rose said with tears in her eyes, “He faked his death Rose.” Thor explained before Loki could say anything. “Darling-” Loki started before she slapped him, tears streaming down her face. Rose turned and yanked the portal towards them- sending them all through it and to Norway. “Darling-” Loki started but Rose ignored him, turning and walking towards Odin with Thor. She couldn’t bare to look at him much less speak to him, how could he do that to her?

***

The next time Rose found the strength to look him was at Sakaar when the GrandMaster had led them to their own room. “Darling, can you please look at me?” Loki begged, but Rose just felt so torn up she couldn’t barely speak without being choked by tears. “You- you faked your own death, do you have any idea what that did to me?” Rose spoke, her voice low and tears threatening to spill over. “Am I a game to you Loki? Am I a goddamn game? You think it’s fun to play with my emotions?” Rose cried, turning to look at him- a dangerously angry look in her eyes. “No darling of course not, I was going to tell you when the time was right-” He started but Rose laughed bitterly. “Seriously? You shouldn’t have done it at all! Why- why on Earth would you torment the people you love like that? You destroyed us, me and Thor.” Rose cried and Loki for the first time actually thought she might leave him because of this.

“I didn’t tell you because I can’t let myself care about you Rose, you will die and I’ll have to go on living without you!” Loki yelled, tears stinging his eyes. “That’s what you put me through! The dreams I had every single night was that you?” Rose asked, praying he would say no, praying he didn’t give her those dreams. “I thought they would help you heal-” He started but was cut off by Rose turning away from him- digging her fingers into her hair. This isn’t happening he didn’t actually do this her. This is another nightmare, just another nightmare. “You tormented me for years Loki! I wanted to die, I couldn’t live without you, I was in agony every single day just wishing a truck would hit and kill me!” Rose yelled, looking back at him. “I’m sorry Rose I really am,” Loki said but Rose couldn’t take it anymore. “Loki if you don’t say something better than ‘I’m sorry’ then I am going to walk out that door and you’ll never see me again.” Rose snaps, her voice weak from tears.

Loki looks almost panicked, he stays silent as Rose brushes past him with tears in her eyes and at the last minute he turns and grabs her arm, “Darling please wait. I say I’m sorry because that’s all I have. I don’t have anything better, I’m sorry I was a coward and ran away from how I feel, I’m sorry I hurt you. I’ve done a lot of horrible things to a lot of innocent people, and I’ve never known guilt until I met you. You’ve awakened a side of me I was worried died a long time ago, Rose you are my strength and my weakness. You make me feel alive, and hollow. You are something I’ve never known in my entire life so I’m sorry. I’m sorry I hurt you and I’m sorry I was selfish. When I say ‘I’m sorry’ its the most sincere thing I can and will ever say.” Loki says, near begging and Rose’s eyes widen. She takes a step towards him, pressing her lips to his and just holding him- letting herself celebrate the fact that he’s alive. “I’m still upset, I don’t know if that’s something I’ll ever be able to forgive but I...” She closes her eyes, steeling her nerves as she looks at him again, “I love you. And I don’t want to lose you again.” Loki smiles and wraps his arms around her, “I love you darling, and admitting it has been the scariest thing I’ve ever done.”

***

Rose watches with tears in her eyes as Thanos approaches her, Loki standing and watching him press a stone to Rose’s head. Rose starts screaming, the pain like fire through her skull, “alright enough!” Loki yells, tears in his eyes and a defeated and empty look on his face. Thanos turns to Loki and takes the Space Stone from the Tesseract. Loki looks back at Rose, smiling sadly knowing one of them isn’t going to make it out of this alive. Loki smiles and fake offers Thanos a chance to let him be his guide on Earth, but when the opportunity presents itself he whips out a knife and attempts to stab Thanos, Thanos freezes him and lifts him by the throat. Rose watches with wide eyes, tears down her cheeks as she knows this is real. This isn’t an illusion, that’s really Loki. With a squeeze his neck breaks, and his body is tossed in front of her and Thor, this isn’t real. Tears stream down her face as everything feels empty, she can’t of lost him again, she can’t go through that again. He sacrificed his life so that her and Thor may be spared.

This can’t be happening.

***

“Tony, don’t!” Rose screams as she watches him snap his fingers, and she sees the power scorch half his body and tears stream down her face. Rose stands and sprint towards him, seeing Aliens turning to dust around her, including Thanos. She kneels in front of Tony, “what did you do?” She cries, “I lost Loki I can’t lose you too.” She sobs as Rose helps him stand and move him. Pepper helps her set him down as the rest surround them. “Tony, please we’ll get you help we’ll-” But he cuts Rose off, “I’m proud of you tot. Love you kiddo,” He breathes, growing weaker. Everyone else’s words are nothing as she hears only blood rushing in her ears and her own rapid heartbeat, when his eyes close another scream erupts from her lungs. Sobs over take her as she completely loses herself.

Mom.

Dad.

Loki.

Tony.

She has absolutely nothing left, no one left. Besides Morgan, that’s all she has. Rose’s body shakes as she cries, her face on Tony’s shoulder. Her body may be working, and her heart pumping but she’s dead. Thanos took everything from her, everything. Rose digs her hands into her hair, and screams.

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Part 5 of my McHanzo fanfic! If you’re under 18 this content is not for you, sorry

He pressed his finger to his lips, shushing Jesse as he unlocked the door. He poked his head in, the apartment was dark bedsides the undermount lighting in the kitchen. He motioned for Jesse to follow him. He took Jesse’s hand as he led him around the still disaster area of a living room. As he led him down the hallway a laughter rang out, followed by a shushing noise. Hanzo rolled his eyes as he led Jesse to his bedroom. He shut the door behind them. Jesse looked around the room, it was pristine, and minimal. A very neatly made bed was in the corner against the floor to ceiling windows, a simple desk flanked by a dresser and a bookshelf, and that was it.

“I'm guessin the living room ain't yer doing?” Jesse chuckled, hanzo tried to shush him as he laughed as well.

“Here give me your clothes, I'll put them in the dryer.” Hanzo whispered.

“Yknow darlin, If ya wanted me naked all ya had to do was ask.” He smirked as Hanzo playfully shoved him, but as Jesse lifted his shirt over his head Hanzo felt his mind go blank. Jesse smirked as he caught him staring. “Like what ya see?” Hanzo couldn't reply, he stood there staring at Jesse in the pale glow of the city. He took a step forward. His fingers slipped under the hem of Hanzo's shirt, he slowly began rising it over Hanzo's Head, letting it fall to the ground. Hanzo could smell the whiskey on his breath. Slowly he stepped into Jesse’s space, Jesse leaned down, their lips pressing against each other. Jesse's hands roamed down Hanzo's back, his fingertips sending sparks up his spine. Jesse's mouth trailed down to Hanzo's neck, trailing soft kisses along his collarbone. He backed Hanzo up to the bed. Hanzo sat on the bed and covered his mouth as he laughed. “What's so funny?” Jesse asked with a smirk.

“Your belt buckle, it says BAMF.” He chuckled.

“It was a gag gift.” He smiled. Hanzo slowly undid his belt, loosening his jeans so they fell to the floor. His eager member pressing against the fabric of his boxer briefs. He took a step forward but stumbled as his jeans caught on his boots. Jesse fell forward on top of Hanzo, bracing himself against the bed. They both erupted into a fit of giggles. Jesse kicked off his boots while hanzo slipped out of his jeans. Jesse gazed at Hanzo as he lay on the bed, his skin seemed to glow. The blue of his dragon tattoo catching the light. “I uh, I don't normally do this sorta thing.” Jesse scratched the back of his head.

“That's alright, neither do I.” Hanzo replied. Slowly Jesse leaned back down over Hanzo, pressing kisses to his neck. Hanzo’s hands trailed down Jesse's arms. He pressed himself against hanzo, their members begging for freedom as they strained against their underwear. Jesse's kisses grew more passionate, his fingers deftly loosed the hair tie in Hanzo’s hair. Hanzo’s fingers trailed down to Jesse’s hips, playing with the waistband of his underwear. Jesse slowly started to trail kisses down Hanzo’s chest, his stomach, till he reached his hip bone. He slowly slipped off Hanzo’s underwear.

Positioning himself between Hanzo’s thighs he placed a kiss against the inside of his thigh. Hanzo shuddered with the sensation. Jesse placed another kiss to his thigh, and then Hanzo felt it, a soft kiss to the underside of his shaft. He gasped as the sensation, his hands going to Jesse's broad shoulders. Jesse looked up at Hanzo, his beautiful form lying there on the bed.

“God yer beautiful.” He breathed. He placed another kiss to Hanzo's shaft, then in one fluid motion he took Hanzo in his mouth. He felt Jesse's tongue swirl around his head, a soft gasp escaping from him as his fingers tangled in Jesse's hair. Jesse's mouth worked it's way up and down Hanzo’s member, Small sounds of pleasure escaping from him, urging Jesse onward. His thumb grazed Hanzo’s perineum causing him to buck forward. He hit the back of Jesse's throat, he pulled up with a cough.

“Oh god, Jesse I am sorry.” Hanzo exclaimed but Jesse shushed him. He wet his index and middle finger before returning to Hanzo's member. His fingers gently massaged Hanzo’s soft opening, hanzo hissed in pleasure, Jesse was making him wild, his breaths came quicker as Jesse slipped a finger inside of him. Jesse felt him tense around him. Pulling himself off of Hanzo he lifted his thigh over his shoulder. He came back up and began kissing on Hanzo’s neck. He loved the sweet little moans that Hanzo made. His hand clamped over his mouth to muffle his growing noises of pleasure. Jesse's fingers were like magic inside of him, he felt every motion, each one sending waves of pleasure up his body. “Jesse.” Hanzo breathed.

“Yeah darlin,” Jesse replied.

“I need you.” He moaned softly.

“I'm all yours sugar.” He cooed into Hanzo's ear. “You got any lube?” He asked pulling away. Hanzo nodded in reply and pointed at the dresser. Jesse nimbly made his way over to the dresser. There in the top drawer, along with a very cute intricate looking black jockstrap. “You gotta wear this for me next time.” Jesse chuckled as he showed Hanzo the underwear. Hanzo hid his face as he laughed. Returning to the bed Jesse's mouth roamed Hanzo's body as he positioned himself again. He rubbed the lube onto his excited member, the placed some on Hanzo’s opening. Placing his soft head against Hanzo he slowly, and gently pushed forward. He immediately felt Hanzo tense around him as he hissed. Jesse leaned forward, peppering his neck with kisses.

“Jesse!” Hanzo hissed.

“I'm here darlin, I'm right hear.” He reassured him, pressing a kiss to Hanzo’s lips. “You just tell me when sugar.” He breathed, he reached down and began massaging Hanzo's member, as he worked on his neck he felt Hanzo relax around him. He slowly pushed alittle more, inch by inch, taking care not to push him too far. God he was so warm and tight, it was taking every ounce of control that Jesse had to go easy. Until finally Jesse's pelvis pressed against Hanzo.

“Oh my god, I can feel you.” Hanzo breathed.

“Can you feel me darlin?” Jesse smirked against Hanzo's neck.

“Yes.” He replied.

“Let me know when you want me to start honey.” He breathed, twitching with excitement as hanzo contracted and expanded around him. After a moment Hanzo nodded. Slowly Jesse began to pull out, then slowly push back in. He kept this pace until Hanzo urged him forward, slowly their hips began rolling together.

“Oh Jesse.” Hanzo moaned.

“That's right, same my name.” Jesse panted.

“Jesse.” Hanzo repeated, his voice pitching as Jesse thrusted forward.

“Just mine, only me.” He panted against Hanzo's neck.

“Call me darlin!” Hanzo urged.

“Oh darlin.” Jesse moaned, their bodies became slick with sweat as they rocked in motion together. “You ready darlin?” Jesse whimpered against him as he felt his climax coming.

“Oh god Jesse yes!” Hanzo cried out, he sent himself streaking across Jesse's stomach, while Jesse lightly bit Hanzo's shoulder, he growled, sending himself deep into Hanzo. Hanzo could feel the warmth from Jesse filling him. Their bodies spasming against each other as waves of pleasure washed over them. Once it subsided they lay there, Hanzo reveling in the heat of Jesse's body on top of his. Jesse snuggled into Hanzo's neck as he held him close, his stubble lightly prickling Hanzo’s skin.

#myfanfic #mchanzo

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tastybluesprite · 3 years

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His true weakness

I haven’t really seen any Fullmetal Alchemist tickle fanfics and since I really want one I decided I’d make one myself

Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist. Characters: Edward Elric, Alphonse Elric, Ling Yao Warnings: none besides the fact that this is a tickle fic!!! Summery: While they were staying at the hotel Ed, Alphonse, and Ling decide to play truth or dare one night out of boredom and when Ed is forced to tell the truth on what his weakness is… he claims to not have one. Unfortunately for him, Alphonse knows better…

“Ok Alphonse” Edward said “truth or dare?” Alphonse thought about that for a moment but then decided on dare. With a smirk Edward told him “I dare you to go to Winreys room and ding dong ditch her” Alphonse gasped “n-no she’s probably sleeping by now I can’t do that she’ll get mad!”

Ed’s smirk only got wider, “I know that’s the point!” With one last sigh Alphonse got up and did the deed. Edward let out a burst of laughter as Alphonse rushed back into the room, covering his face with his hands out of fear after sitting back down. “O-okay I did it” he said, bringing his face up from his hands, “your turn Ling.”

“Ok! Truth or dare Ed?” Ling asked the young Alchemist. “Truth” Edward said almost immediately. Ling smirked “you sure you wanna chose that?” Edward rolled his eyes “yes now ask me something already I haven’t got all day!”

“Night” the price corrected, referring to the fact that it was actually nighttime. “Whatever! Just ask me something.” Ling then stared intently at Ed who was starting to get a bit nervous about having Ling of all people ask him anything that he’d have to answer with total honesty. “Oh I know!” Ling said with a smirk “what’s your biggest weakness?”

Ed crossed his arms as a cocky grin appeared on his face, “don’t have any.” This was technically true seeing as Ed himself didn’t even know if he had one. “Don’t say that! Everyone has a weakness.”

“Of course you do Ed!” Alphonse said “Don’t you remember from when we were kids?”

Ed thought for a moment then it dawned on him “w-wait you don’t mean…”

“Oh I do” Alphonse said knowingly. Ed was getting slowly more nervous now, “But I’ve grown out of that crap already, that was when we were kids”.

“I bet that’s not true” Alphonse said with a smirk that was audible even through his armor.

“What are you all yammering about?” Ling said. He was momentarily forgotten in the mini commotion between the Elric brothers. “I mean to say that he’s ticklish” Alphonse said with a small giggle. “Al what the heck!!!” Edward exclaimed, his face heating up from embarrassment. “You mean to tell me that the Edward Elric is ticklish?” Ling said with a sinister grin.

“Don’t listen to Al it’s not like that anymore I grew out of it!” Edward said quickly. Ling just smirked and without warning, jumped onto Ed, straddling him in the process. “LING YOU GET THE GELL OFF OF ME-AH” While Edward yelled at him, Ling had poked him in the side, causing Ed to let out a small squeak.

“You sure your not ticklish?” Ling said with a smirk, knowing full well by now that he was. “Y-yea” Ed said with a stutter. Suddenly Ling wiggled his fingers against his sides. “Ah-“ Edward squeaked again but quickly clamped his mouth as he tried to block out the maddening sensation.

You got this Ed he thought to himself, if you hold out long enough he might get bored and give- Ahaha nohohohaha Lihihihing. Ed thought he’d be able to hold out but Ling started to go for his armpits out of nowhere. “I thought you said you weren’t ticklish” Ling said with sarcastic hurt “liars must be punished…” and he continued to attack his armpits, causing Ed to clamp his arms down to his side. “Yknow” Alphonse said “if you really want to get him he has the cutest tickle spot under his chin.” Ling fluttered his fingers under his chin and Edward giggled uncontrollably, trying to hide his chin in his chest. “Where’s he most ticklish Alphonse?” Ling asked. “Oh he’s insanely ticklish on his tummy!” Alphonse said with a quick giggle.

Ling was about to try his luck there but before he could even touch the poor boys abdomen, Edward had tightly grabbed his wrist with both hands. Ling tried to free his wrists but the young alchemist had an iron like grip. But lucky Alphonse was there cause he poked Ed in the side, causing Ed to lose his grip and Ling forced his arms up over his head with one hand and began tickling the boys stomach with the other.

“NAHAHAHA LIHIHIHING PLEHEHASE” Ed kicked his legs and tried as hard as he could to yank his arms back down but the tickling had weakened him. “Awwww does the gweat Alchemist have a tickiwish tummy?” Ling teased, using baby talk.

“SHUHUHUT UHUHUHUP” Ed screamed with laughter as his face turned red like a tomato. “Aw that’s not very nice!” Ling said with a pout “hey Alphonse anywhere else he might be ticklish?”

“Well he does have a death spot on his ribs…” Alphonse couldn’t say anymore because before he knew it Ed went ballistic as Ling scribbled and massaged all over his rib cage. It wasn’t until Ling massaged a particularly sensitive area in his lower rib that Edward went almost silent with laughter.

“Okay okay Ling I think he’s has enough…” reluctantly Ling stoped and got off of the poor Alchemist. Ed just laid there, out of breath and exhausted.

“Um Ed are you okay?” Alphonse asked with concern. He said nothing for a moment but then sat up, grabbed a pillow and wacked Ling in the head. “What. The. HELL. Ling!!!” Ed exclaimed angrily. Ling just merely poked his side and the Alchemist recoiled, hugging himself. Ling just laughed. Tickling really was his true weakness.

#tickle blog #anime #ticklish #fullmetal alchimist brotherhood #fmab fanfiction #tickle fanfic #anime tickling

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hymn2000 · 6 years

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Called To Be A Rock - Frostiron feat. Spiderson AU fanfic - C2

Chapter 1

Comments/reviews/questions welcome as always

Overall Desc.: Peter is staying with Tony and Loki one summer while his aunt is away working/travelling.

Chapter Desc.: Loki is getting used to having Peter around and is becoming more friendly towards him. However, bad decisions and clumsy communication leads to a bit of an incident

Ship(s) involved: Tony x Loki aka Frostiron

Verse: Personal AU

Ongoing Warnings/themes/cw mentions: violence, mild e.d., medical, illness

Chapter 2/? - In His Anger And His Shame

When Tony and Peter returned home in the evening, both feeling worn out after their long day, the house was dark. Tony switched the lights on and went to seek out his partner, who was found, as expected, in his window seat. He had his nose buried in another book and had his music playing through the speakers beside the dolphin bowl.

“Evening” Tony said, sitting down beside him. “Good book?”

“Not especially” Loki replied, setting it down. “Good day?”

“Long day. It’s been a bit full on” he nodded towards Peter. “We’re going to order a Chinese. What do you fancy? Just the usual?”

“Thank you, but I’m not hungry” As he said it, his stomach growled for everyone to hear. His cheeks flushed pink despite himself.

“Liar” Tony laughed at him. “C’mon, aren’t you ready for something to eat yet?”

Loki shook his head. “I don’t want anything”

He picked his book back up. Tony raised an eyebrow at Peter. “Alright, well, if you’re sure”

“You should order it anyway” Peter said, once they'd left Loki and were sat in the kitchen. “What does he usually have?”

“What does it matter? There’s no point buying something that’ll go to waste” Tony said, putting the takeaway menu down.

“It won’t go to waste. I’ll make him eat” Peter said determinedly. “I got him to have that hot chocolate, didn’t I?”

“I think that’s a different ball game” Tony mumbled, raising an eyebrow. “Fine, we’ll order for him too, but I think it’ll be a waste”

“I’ll make him have it, I swear”

Tony sighed. “If you manage to get him to eat, I’ll give you fifty dollars” he placed the wager, knowing his money would be safe.

Peter nodded. “Fine. Get your wallet ready”

Once the takeaway arrived, Peter took his and Loki’s order to the room with the reading nook while Tony stayed in the lounge with his laptop.

Loki was a little irritated when the door opened, and irritated more still when Peter climbed onto the window seat with him. The teen pulled open the takeaway containers, pushing a couple with a set of cutlery towards Loki.

“Here. Chicken fried rice and chow mein. Tony said that’s what you usually have”

“I said I didn’t want anything” Loki snapped. “You’re an interfering little wretch, did you know?”

“Well you’ve got it anyway, so eat it” Peter said, ignoring his scathing remark and sitting back with his own food. He gestured towards the speaker with his fork. “What are you listening to?”

“Well, maybe if you’d shut up you’d find out” he grumbled.

Peter sighed, returning to his meal for a while. Before too long, Loki’s stomach growled again, causing him to suck his breath with the pain of it. Peter moved his stuff aside and grabbed Loki’s fork and chow mein.

“I swear to God, I will feed you like a baby if you’re gonna keep being silly” he said.

“You most certainly will not!” Loki scoffed.

“Well, I’m gonna have to if you won’t do it yourself” he knelt up properly, raising the fork.

Loki grabbed his wrist quickly, and then grabbed him under the chin.

“You” he growled. “Are a pest”

He let him go and snatched the fork and container from him. He started to eat with the main intention of shutting the boy up. Peter sat back triumphantly. He’d just won himself $50.

Peter took the empty containers out to the kitchen and then went off to find Tony. When he found him, he gave him a poke.

“Right, pay up. I’ve won the bet” he said, proudly.

“You’re joking” Tony said in disbelief, looking up from his work. “How the hell..?”

Peter grinned at him. “I said I would”

Tony reached for his wallet and somewhat reluctantly handed over the promised fifty.

“You’re something else entirely”

He meant it as a compliment, and Peter took it as such.

The next day, Peter bumped into Loki in the kitchen getting himself a drink.

“Hello, you” Loki said. He was in a much better mood today. “I thought you were going out”

“Yeah, we decided against it today. Mr Stark has got a lot to do, yknow, emails and stuff”

“He never stops, that man”

“Mr Loki, sir? Can I have a look at your dagger”

Loki was a little surprised: the request seemed to be a little random. But even so, he took out his dagger and handed it over. “Don’t cut yourself”

“Woah. I didn’t realise how big it was. It’s pretty cool” he turned it over in his hand, looking carefully at all the different markings. “This is so cool”

Loki passed by him to put the juice bottle back in the fridge. He heard something out in the corridor and went to investigate. Finding it to be clear, he returned to the kitchen, deciding his mind was playing tricks on him. His presence went undetected. He went up behind the boy, who was still busy looking at the knife.

“So-”

Peter jumped violently and spun round quickly with a half-scream, arm jerking - and the dagger plunged deep into the left of Loki’s stomach.

They both stopped in shock, as if in freeze frame.

“Ok..” Loki seized the dagger, and in a moment of error, pulled it out. “Oh. I shouldn’t have done that-”

The dagger dropped to the ground with a clatter, and Loki very nearly followed it, but caught himself with the help of the breakfast bar before he could fall. With difficulty, he pulled himself up onto the stool by the counter, clutching himself. Peter broke out of his current state of shock.

“I-I-I’m so sorry Mr Loki! I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to hurt you, I didn’t mean-” he gabbled, half screaming, looking around frantically. He grabbed a tea towel and pressed it against Loki’s stomach, trying to stem the bleed but shaking too much to do any good. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry! Mr Stark!! Mr Stark, help!”

“I thought we were starting to get along” Loki said. He placed both hands over Peter’s, pressing hard.

“I swear I didn’t mean to hurt you!” Peter was now in tears, trying to make sense of what had just happened. “You made me jump, it just kind of happened!”

“I’m fine. I’ll be fine” Loki said, but he was quite obviously not. He’d started shaking worse than Peter, and had turned deathly pale.

Peter started to really panic as he felt Loki’s grip on his hand weaken and noticed his pale waxy pallor.

“MR STARK!” he screamed at the top of his voice. “MR STARK! MR STARK, PLEASE!!”

The message carried, and within moments Tony burst into the kitchen. The first thing he saw was red - the bloodied dagger on the floor, the bloody hand prints on the breakfast bar, the blood soaking Loki’s shirt and shorts.

Loki.

For what felt like an eternity, Tony didn’t move as he tried to comprehend the scene that greeted him. When he came to his senses, he sprung into action.

“What have you done!?”

“I-it was an accident!” Peter cried.

Tony pushed him out of the way and quickly clamped his own hand down over the blood-soaked tea towel against the gushing wound. Peter stood back, trembling, looking at his bloody hands.

“What were you thinking?! Didn’t anyone ever teach you not to play with knives? How could you be so stupid?!”

“T-Tony” Loki cut in. “It wasn’t his fault... I’m fine”

“No you’re not!” Tony shouted. “Why do you always say that at times when you’re so obviously not? I need to call Banner. I need to get him down here. You’re gonna be ok, you’re gonna be ok”

“Mr, Mr Stark, should I call 99-”

“Get out of here” Tony interrupted. “You’ve done more than enough”

“But Mr Stark, I-”

“I said get out! You stupid, reckless kid! You can’t help here. Get to your room: I’ll deal with you later”

Peter slammed into his room, falling back against the door once he’d closed it behind him. He slid to the floor, staring at his hands. What had he done? What had he done? He wanted to scream. He wanted to scream and shout and cry. How could he have done something so horrible?

He struggled up, going to the sink and turning the taps on. He felt sick as the water turned red while he washed his hands. He scrubbed until the water ran clear again before turning the taps off. He looked round the room. Nothing felt real. He felt like he’d stumbled into a dream. It had all happened so quickly. Everything was playing over in his head: Loki’s face, the blood, the screaming (all of it his), and Mr Stark...

“You stupid, reckless kid!”

The words echoed in his head. He sunk onto the bed, head in his hands. Things were never supposed to turn out like this.

Peter woke with a start as the bedroom door opened. He sat up quickly, and the afternoons events came flooding back when he saw Tony’s face.

“Is he ok?” he asked desperately.

Tony nodded grimly. “He will be”

Peter let out a sigh of relief, but tensed again when Tony closed the door and came over to him.

“What were you thinking? You’ve done some reckless things in the past, but never anything like this. You shouldn’t have had the dagger in the first place. Why-”

“Mr Stark, it was an accident!” Peter cut in, fighting back tears. “He just made me jump, he made me jump and I spun round and I had the dagger and it just, it just happened! You can’t really think I did it on purpose!”

“I think you’re deliberately missing my point” Tony said severely.

All of a sudden he started really laying into him. Peter was shocked, having never seen him like this before. It soon became frightening and overwhelming, and he couldn’t help crying, burying his face in his hands.

After a while Tony grabbed him by the shoulders, making him put his hands down and look at him. Still, he couldn’t bring himself to make eye contact.

“I need to know that you’ve understood what I’ve said”

Peter nodded. “I understand, Mr Stark...”

Tony looked into the boys tear-stained face. He sighed and pulled him close. “You’re a good kid really, I know that... But you made such a dangerous mistake. I can’t ignore that”

Peter twitched a bit, and finally returned the hug. He couldn’t bring himself to say anything else. He felt so drained, emotionally and physically. But, the hot heavy feeling in his stomach was easing.

Later that evening, Peter’s door opened again.

“Loki?! Sh-should you be here?” he asked, shocked. “I-I mean, shouldn’t you be resting or something?”

Loki left the door ajar and leant against the chest of drawers. He was still very pale and a bit shaky.

“Tony won’t be happy when he finds I’m out of bed” his voice quavered. “Are you alright? I heard him shouting at you”

Peter swallowed. “What about you? Are you ok? I’m so sorry, you don’t even know”

“Well. I’ve been better. But I’ve been worse too” he smiled at him. “It was an accident: don’t worry about it so much”

Peter stood up shakily and approached him. He hesitated for a moment, and then wrapped his arms round Loki, careful to avoid touching where he’d been hurt. Loki was a little surprised.

“I’m still sorry”

A figure appeared in the doorway.

“Loki, you shouldn’t be up” Tony said gently, coming over to them. “You were stabbed, remember? You shouldn’t be pushing yourself”

“I’m fine”

“Come on, you need to rest” he carefully detached Peter from him. “That goes for you as well”

By morning, everything from the previous day finally took its toll on all three of them. Peter was exhausted by emotion and didn’t feel like doing much. Tony felt quite the same, and he stayed with Loki, who was feeling very sore and tired. It ended up being a lazy day, and the one that followed, followed the same pattern.

Three days after the dagger incident, things started to seem a bit more normal. Everyone was up and about, and Tony and Peter made themselves busy in the workshop all morning while Loki contented himself reading.

Around midday, Peter ventured back upstairs to find something to eat. He was soon distracted from his task by a loud thump down the hall. Upon investigation, he found Loki on his knees in the bathroom. He knelt by him and rubbed his back while he was dreadfully sick. His shirt was damp with sweat. It was a very raw and pained display, and for a moment it felt it would never end. But it did, and once it had, Loki pushed Peter’s hand away.

“Do you want me to get Mr Stark?”

“I don’t need your help” Loki snapped, hauling himself to his feet and pulling the chain. He held on to the sink to support himself. “Just leave me alone”

“I don’t know, Mr Loki, you seem awful sick”

“I said I don’t need your help” his grip tightened on the sink. He could feel himself shaking, could hear his pulse in his ears, and the pain in his stomach was getting worse.

“I’m gonna get Mr Stark”

“No you’re not! I don’t need-” he gasped, clutching his stomach. His legs gave out and he crashed to the floor, breathing in gasps.

“Mr Loki! Are you ok?!” Peter asked frantically, kneeling beside him.

Loki pushed him away.

“This is bad. I’m getting Mr Stark. Stay here”

Peter burst into the workshop, startling Tony.

“Mr Stark! Mr Stark, we need your help”

Tony looked up. “Why? What have you done?”

“I haven’t done anything! But it’s Loki, he’s real sick”

“How sick?” Tony stood up, turning off the soldering iron.

“Really, really sick. He’s been really sick and he’s all sweaty and shaky and he can’t stand up properly”

Loki had managed to prop himself up against the bath. The room was spinning and he felt so cold and sick. He wasn’t happy when he received company.

“Oh sweetheart” Tony said sadly, seeing just how bad it was. He sat down beside him. “You poor thing. You’ve not had much luck recently, have you?”

Loki didn’t try to speak. He was trying not to be sick again. The room stopped spinning quite so much, and as Tony put an arm round him he started shaking violently.

“Alright lolly. I think you need to go back to bed”

Loki shook his head, pushed Tony away, and, using the edge of the bath as support, tried to pull himself to his feet. He nearly made it, but a pain like he was being stabbed all over again pierced his stomach. It was so sudden, and the shock of it knocked him back to the floor. With virtually no warning, he was sick again. He tried to cover his mouth with his hand, but it wasn’t enough. He was furious with himself for letting it happen.

Tony helped him to sit back against the bath and grabbed a flannel.

“Lets get you sorted” he said gently.

Loki continued to shake as Tony tended to him. “It’s so cold in here...”

Tony suddenly remembered Peter, who was stood in the doorway, biting his thumb. “Go and fetch the quilted blanket from his wardrobe, would you?”

Peter nodded and was back in a flash. Tony threw the flannel aside and took the blanket from Peter, wrapping Loki up in it.

“Right, lets get you up off this floor. We’ll get you settled on the sofa and then we’ll call Banner, ok?”

Loki agreed reluctantly, feeling too weak to argue. He had to lean heavily on Tony when they stood up, and even then it was a struggle, but they managed to get him to the sofa.

Loki lay down on his side, burying his face in the back of the sofa and pulling a cushion over his head. He felt truly horrible.

Banner had a bit of a journey so it was an hour before he arrived, armed with his medical bag. Loki had gone very quiet, shivering in the quilted blanket and shielding his face from the light. Tony was very relieved when Bruce finally arrived.

“I’ll do some obs but I’m pretty sure I know what’s wrong already”

He took the pillow away from Loki, who whined and tried to grab it back, flinching in the sudden light. He didn’t take kindly to being disturbed. Banner pulled back on Loki's ear and inserted his tympanic thermometer. Loki squirmed and tried to move away, with little success. The beep put him on edge and while he was relieved when it was removed, he still tried to push the doctor away.

“You need to stop moving or it’ll only take longer” Banner said, pulling Loki into an upright position and taking his wrist. “I’m just gonna take your pulse, alright?”

Loki gave in, covering his face with his arm. The light was making his head hurt. Peter noticed this, turning and pulling the curtains across so the worst of the glare was blocked.

“He needs to see what he’s doing” Tony said, frowning at him.

“There’s enough light in here” Banner said, getting out his blood pressure monitor. “Obs aren’t great so far”

Loki winced as the cuff tightened on his arm, and tried to take it off. Tony grabbed his hand to stop him. “Leave it”

Tony kept hold of him until Banner had finished. He didn’t look too happy.

“Ok, I’m just gonna look at the wound”

He pushed Loki’s shirt off and carefully peeled back the dressing.

“Gross! is it supposed to look like that?” Peter said, looking in appalled fascination at the nasty looking cut, swollen and weeping.

“No, not a bit” Banner mumbled, prodding the wound with his gloved hands.

The pain of it made Loki start, and he hit out, catching Banner’s shoulder. It was a weak hit though, and didn’t make much of an impact.

Banner stood up, turning to Tony.

“He’s got a bad infection, but it's nothing too major - as in, it's not sepsis as I originally thought. He’ll need antibiotics though”

“Can you get hold of some?”

Banner nodded, opening his bag. “I grabbed some on the way over here. I knew it would be some kind of infection when you told me on the phone. It’s IV though, so I might need your help a bit to get started”

Tony sat down on the arm of the sofa, taking Loki’s hand in his. “Just need to stick a needle in your hand, alright? It’ll make you better”

"I don't want it" Loki mumbled, pulling the quilted blanket back round himself.

"Tough" Tony said, pulling the blanket aside and grabbing Loki's hand. "It'll only hurt for a minute"

He hugged him tight, letting him bury his face in his chest. Banner nodded in appreciation and sanitised the back of Loki's hand. He was quite glad that he was too weak to try to fight him off now. Tony watched closely as Banner readied the needle, and he squeezed Loki as hard as he could without hurting him. Loki didn't take it well. As the needle pierced his skin, Loki jumped and bucked, and Tony held him tighter still, shushing his gasps as the needle was secured in his hand.

Banner hooked up the drip and patted Loki awkwardly.

“Done. You’ll have to have a couple more bags after this but with it being IV, it’ll work a lot quicker than pills. Now, I need to clean and redress your wound”

Tony helped Loki lie back down and kept hugging him while Banner got to work. Peter edged closer to see what he was doing.

“Why’s it like that?”

“I can’t say” Banner replied. “It’s not always obvious why wounds get infected. It’s always a risk, no matter how careful you are and how many precautions you take. I think it’s partly a game of luck”

Loki tried to ignore them, clinging to Tony and trying hard to fight back tears. It was very difficult - he felt worse than he ever had before, he couldn’t control his shivering, and now his hand was throbbing and having the wound cleaned hurt so much more than he ever expected it to. It wasn’t long before he lost the fight and let out a muffled sob.

“Oh sweetheart” Tony gave him a squeeze. “I know, it’s not very nice at all”

Loki was very relieved when Banner had finished with him. He was feeling too weak to move and he was still shaking quite violently, the pain making it worse. He was still whimpering quietly. Tony wrapped the quilted blanket round him, and Loki pulled it up over his face.

“I’d keep an eye on him if I were you” Banner said, putting the last of his equipment back in his bag. “He’ll probably have a bad night but you should see some improvement in the morning. Let me know if you don’t - might mean a trip to hospital is in order”

Tony didn’t look happy.

“Shouldn’t he have gone to hospital in the first place?” Peter said. “I mean, why didn’t you call an ambulance?”

“I’m not taking him to any hospital” Tony said firmly. “We’ve got all the resources we need right here”

Peter wasn’t convinced, but he sensed it wouldn’t be right to argue with him.

Once again, Tony’s work required his attention, so he was stuck pacing the corridor on the phone. Peter took it upon himself to keep an eye on Loki, even though it wasn’t really too necessary, as the God had been asleep since Banner had left. The whole situation was making him feel very odd. He couldn’t help but feel responsible, and Loki was so pale and still that he almost seemed dead. It was quite unnerving.

He was a bit startled when Loki woke up. He’d grown still while he slept, but now that he was awake, he’d started trembling again. Peter rushed to his side.

“Are you alright? How do you feel? Are you getting better?” he gabbled.

Loki looked at him. Try as he might, he couldn’t speak. So he just looked at Peter, glanced to the side, and then looked back at him.

“Oh! You want me to get Mr Stark?”

Loki blinked at him, and Peter nodded. “Ok, just a sec”

Peter managed to pull Tony away from his work and bring him back to the living room.

“Hey you” he sat down on the edge of the sofa. “How are you doing?”

Loki still couldn’t muster up any words, so he just made a vague little noise. He just about managed to take Tony’s hand. Tony stroked his cheek gently.

“Poor old lolly. Alright then, let’s get you to your room, fella” he looked over at Peter. “Help with the drip and doors, ok? He’s not up to walking so I’ll have my hands full”

Loki soon fell asleep again once he was in his room. Tony sat with him for a bit, holding his hand and silently willing him to stop shaking, while Peter stood in the doorway biting his thumb. It was starting to become a habit.

“Mr Stark?” he approached the bed hesitantly.

“It’s not your fault” he looked up at the boy. “You don’t need to be here. You’re young: you should be enjoying yourself. Why don’t you go out for a bit?”

“I don’t know. I don’t feel like I should go” Peter said.

“Go. You’ve got that $50. Go and explore”

The house sounded dreadfully empty when Peter returned. He’d stayed out a lot longer than he’d intended. It was dark now - outside and inside. It was deadly silent. He walked along the corridors cautiously, feeling oddly like a criminal. On the way to his room he noticed a dim light under Loki’s door. Without knocking, he opened the door.

“It’s gone eleven o’ clock, you know” Tony said.

“I know. I was gonna come back earlier, but I got distracted”

Tony gestured for him to come over, so he did so, climbing carefully onto the bed. Tony was sat to the centre of the bed, with Loki lying at his side. He was still shaking.

“Is he asleep?”

“Only just. He’s not doing great. His fevers worse”

Peter looked at the both of them for a moment. “You’re really worried...”

“So are you. But maybe for different reasons”

Peter wasn’t sure what to say to that, so he remained quiet. He kept watching Loki, trying to work out what he was feeling. Loki soon woke up, blinking a bit. He looked up at Tony.

“You’ve only been out for about twenty minutes” Tony said gently, resting a hand on Loki’s head and gently rubbing his cheekbone with his thumb.

Loki looked quite visibly distressed, but also rather absent.

“Why can’t he sleep?”

“Have you ever had a really bad fever?” Tony asked. Peter shook his head. “It keeps you up. Everything hurts and you’re too cold and too hot at the same time. They’re not nice to have. Sometimes they make you hallucinate”

“What, really? Has it happened to you?”

Tony nodded. “Once. I didn’t realise that was what it was until afterwards. I just remember trying to count and add things up and forgetting all of the answers, and telling myself I needed to ask the manager how many people we needed to get into the meeting room. And then there was a bit where I was tossing and turning and getting aggravated because I couldn’t get all of the cash registers out of the bed”

Peter looked at him, not sure weather to laugh or not. Tony noticed this.

“I know, it’s pretty weird. It seemed to make perfect sense at the time. It was only afterwards, when I was better again, that I realised it was some sort of illusion”

Peter nodded. “Do you think Mr Loki is hallucinating?”

Tony looked at Loki, who was still awake but didn’t seem to be paying any attention to them.

“I’m not sure. I don’t think he’s fully comprehending what’s going on right now, at any rate”

The mobile on the bedside table started buzzing. Tony sighed.

“Who the hell’s ringing at this time?” he asked himself, climbing off the bed and grabbing the phone. He squeezed Peter’s shoulder as he left the room to take the call.

Peter watched him go. He looked back at Loki, who seemed to be looking at nothing with his tired eyes. He turned his head, and noticed a book on the bedside table, with Loki’s silver snake bookmark peeking out of the top of it. He picked the book up. It wasn’t something he’d ever heard of, but nevertheless he opened it to the bookmarked page. He was relieved to find it was the start of a new chapter. He moved the bookmark aside, cleared his throat, and began to read.

After a few sentences, Loki’s eyes moved to look at him. Peter glanced up, oddly pleased to find Loki seemed to finally be focusing on something. After a couple of pages, after he’d gotten used to the writing style, Peter started to get into the story properly himself - he was very nearly enjoying it.

Tony finally finished his phone call. He was ready to flop, but he stopped in the bedroom doorway, his presence going undetected. He was surprised by what he saw: Peter sat crossed-legged reading, and Loki curled up listening. His heart swelled with love for both of them. The atmosphere in the room had completely transformed. It felt so calm. They looked so comfortable together. Loki had even stopped shaking.

Tony waited for Peter to finish the chapter before making his presence known. He squeezed Peter’s shoulder.

“That’s enough for tonight. It’s late”

Peter nodded, replacing the bookmark and setting the book back on the bedside table. He pulled the blanket up over Loki.

“Goodnight, Mr Loki”

Tony walked with him to the door, suddenly stopping him when they reached the hallway. Peter was a bit surprised, and even more surprised when he was pulled into a hug. He was eager to return it - he felt they both needed it.

“You’re a good kid” he squeezed him tight and then stood back, clearing his throat. “Now go to bed”

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