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justasecretwriter · 2 years
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Nearly Four (Loki x Reader)
Title | Nearly Four
Summary | Loki wakes reader up for sex. That's it. That's the fic.
Pairings | Loki Laufeyson
Genre | Smut
Story Warnings | Dubious Consent, Cock Warming, Sex, Slight Dom/Sub Themes, Mention of Safe Word (from the past)
Author's Note | I've thought of this for a while and finally decided to just give it a go.
Words | 954 (Drabble)
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"Baby, baby wake up."
I grumbled unintelligibly and he squeezed me tighter against him.
"Y/N," He whined, rutting against me and forcing his erection into my back.
"I'm horny." He whispered, nuzzling into my hair.
"You're always horny." I complained. "What time is it?"
I still hadn't rolled over but felt Loki roll to look at the clock.
"Nearly four,"
"Go back to sleep." I groaned.
He sat up, pushing me onto my back slowly and pressing kisses into my neck and collarbone.
"You do not have to do anything. Just lie there and be a good girl for me, hmm?"
I finally opened my eyes to look at him and fuck. He looked regal as he hovered over me. His hair was a mess and he was covered in a thin coat of sweat. His neck and chest were flushed red; he was utterly desperate.
"You pick the worst times." I mumbled, but didn't stop him when he guided his hands to my underwear and slowly peeled it off.
He knew I was okay with this. Loki and I had been over my boundaries constantly and I'd repeatedly told him I was fine with being taken in my sleep. If I wanted him to stop, all I would have to do was say our safe word, but I'd only ever had to once.
I felt his dick tapping against my pussy and sucked in a deep breath, preparing for his harsh thrust. He was always rough, but I didn't dare complain when I loved it too much.
To my surprise, he eased himself in slowly, letting out a low, broken moan as he did. Resting his head in the crook of my neck, Loki kissed my throat gently.
"You feel divine," He whispered, but otherwise didn't move. "You're exactly what I needed."
I whimpered, wiggling my hips for some friction. I felt so full, but he wasn't moving. It was beyond infuriating.
"No, no," He mumbled. "Just keep my warm, you can go back to sleep."
"Loki," I whined, and felt him smile. "You're not being fair."
"Oh, I'm not being fair? Quite the opposite darling, you are the unfair one. Honestly, how can you dress like this and snuggle so close and expect me not to maul you?"
He tugged at my skimpy nightgown and I whimpered again. He knew how his words affected me so he moved his hips just the slightest.
I moaned, throwing my head back.
"Loki, please."
"Hmm, I don't know… You've been teasing me and that's not very nice, is it baby?"
Already sick and tired of his game, I rolled over him in a smooth motion, making his eyes widened. Hadn't he been the one to wake me whining about sex?
"You wanted sex so bad," I groaned, putting my palms on his chest. "You're gonna get it until you simply can't take it anymore."
He shrank back, whining and letting a pout take over his face.
I started bouncing slowly, testing the waters, and he moaned brokenly while throwing his head back and grabbing my hips.
"Oh darling, please."
"Aww," I laughed. "What's the matter?"
He tried forcing me to go faster but even with his bruise inducing grip, I kept my pace slow and steady.
"More!" He cried, gasping and whining.
"But I thought you didn't need it? Thought you just needed to be kept warm?"
"I changed my mind." He panted.
I went just the smallest bit faster knowing fully it wasn't nearly enough to finish him off or have any real fun.
"Y/N! Please!" Tears pricked the corners of his eyes as he gasped and panted, moaning.
"You're so pretty when you cry for me."
"Baby!"
I started going faster, moaning and scratching his chest. If he kept whining like that I wouldn't last long.
He cried out again, wrapping his arms around my waist and sitting up, pulling me to his chest. He started thrusting to meet my hips and I bit down into his neck.
"Norns, do it again." He whispered. "Please baby,"
"Begging is a beautiful color on you." I whispered, biting his ear and then his neck, sucking dark spots into the skin.
He whimpered and I felt the knot growing in the pit of my belly. I started going faster and he did too, scratching my back as I grabbed his hair.
"Are you gonna cum for me?" I asked, and his only answer was a frantic nod and broken gasps.
After a few thrusts, his mouth opened in a silent scream and he thrusted into me hard enough to force me over the edge. I felt him spilling into me but I could only really focus on how good I felt, nearly shaking from it.
When I finally came to, he was laying back and panting with his eyes closed. I dragged a nail down his chest and he smiled, not opening his eyes.
"I should wake you more often."
"If you dare cut into my beauty sleep, I will cut your balls off."
He laughed loudly, rolling us both over while remaining inside me. He spooned me gently.
"Keep me warm?"
I nodded and he kissed my ear, staying inside me for as long as he liked.
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anonymous asked// Persona 5 Defeat
Send ‘Persona 5 Defeat’ for my muse to be defeated and r*ped by a randomly generated Persona 5 enemy. 153. Goro Akechi
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Ren hadn't expected things to go so bad so quickly. After all, he'd been able to take on Akechi one-on-one during their duel. So even if they were all tired from their last fight, the Phantom Thieves should have the upper hand. They had the numbers, after all. But that wasn't accounting for him having a second persona, or for that persona to be able to send him into an insane frenzy. Once his friends started falling, Ren quickly ordered the ones still standing to take those that weren't and retreat. He'd deal with Akechi and meet up with them later.
Or at least that was what he'd hoped would happen.
"You're such an idiot, Joker! Sending away your only advantage!" Akechi snarled, clawed gloves grabbing a handful of Ren's black hair and tugging his head off the ground. Scarlet eyes were still shining with madness as he looked down at the defeated thief. "I should kill you right now, you worthless moron! But..."
Suddenly, Ren was lifted off the ground by something huge. He turned his head, only to be met by the black and white striped form of Loki. The persona opened its mouth, its long tongue sliding out from between its sharp red teeth and licking Ren's bruised face. "Aye, do we finally get to play with the bitch now?"
"Yes, Loki," Akechi said with a sadistic grin. While his persona held Ren in place, he dragged his claws down the front of the thief's clothes, splitting them open. "We're going to play with him now."
Ren attempted to move to cover his now-bare skin, only for Loki to quickly tear away every scrap of his thief outfit. One of the beast's large hands grabbed his wrists and held his arms behind his back, while the other gripped his thigh and spread him open.
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"Wait, what are you--" Ren tried to speak, only for Akechi to remove his glove and shove his fingers in Ren's mouth, grabbing his tongue.
"Don't play dumb, Joker. I've seen the way you look at me. You want this, you filthy slut. So I might as well get a little use out of you before I dispose of you like the trash you are!" The assassin laughed madly as he began to remove his black and blue clothing. Once his lower half was uncovered, Ren's eyes widened. He'd caught a glimpse of Akechi's dick when they'd gone to the bathhouse together, but in full view like this? The boy was hung like a stallion, simply put. "Oh? You like that? Of course you do, you whore!"
And really? Ren did kind of like it. He did in fact find Goro very attractive, and the whole situation was kind of a turn on for him. And that fact was made crystal clear by just how wet his pussy had gotten. Akechi certainly noticed, taking his fingers from Ren's mouth and sticking them into his cunt. A strangled moan wrestled its way from his throat in response.
"Look at you. You're already soaked, and I haven't even gotten started!" Akechi growled, pumping his fingers in and out of Ren roughly before pulling them out. He took hold of his cock and gave it a few strokes as he positioned it at the Fool's entrance. Another deranged laugh echoed throughout the engine room, and with one hard thrust, Akechi plunged deep into Ren's pussy.
"Aaagh!" Ren cried out, in both pain and pleasure. Akechi's cock was stretching him so much, and so suddenly, that it hurt. But it hurt so good! And then Goro started to move, and Ren lost it.
"Hah, fuck, I knew it, Amamiya! I knew you were just a needy little slut under all that cockiness!" With each thrust, Goro became more erratic, his movements more frantic. His hands gripped Ren's shoulders, nails digging into his skin. "But I had no idea you'd- hngh- feel this good! I should've done this a long time ago!"
"Hey," the persona still holding Ren in place spoke up. "When do I get a turn?"
"Shut up! You are me, so you're getting your turn right now!" Akechi snapped, only for Loki to scoff in response. "He's got other holes, doesn't he? Use one of those. His pussy is mine!"
Loki made a noise of acquiescence, and Ren felt its hold on him shift. Before he could register what was going on, he felt something large rub up against his ass. His eyes went wide. There was no way that would fit inside him.
Akechi seemed to notice Ren's worry, giving him a mocking laugh. "What, are you afraid? We're in the Metaverse, you idiot. It'll fit so long as you want it to fit. Just think about it hard enough."
With Goro still pounding into him, it was hard to think about much else. But Ren tried his best. He repeated the words in his head over and over. It'll fit, it'll fit, it'll fit, it'll fit, it'll--
Loki didn't give Ren any more warning before shoving its inhumanly huge cock into his asshole. It was so big, but it did in fact fit. It most certainly wouldn't have if they weren't in the Metaverse. But here, it was free to invade Ren's insides however it liked. Whenever he thought it couldn't go deeper, another thrust drove it even farther into him. By the time the beast actually bottomed out, Ren felt like the tip of its cock might as well have landed in his throat. He threw his head back against Loki's chest, moaning.
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"Hah, haah, A-Akechi!" Ren cried out, drool dripping from the sides of his mouth.
"Not so quiet now, are you Amamiya? How cute," Goro said in between feral grunts and groans. "But if you keep that up you'll attract shadows. We don't want to be interrupted now, do we? Loki,"
"Aye, got it," the persona said, and before Ren could wonder what they meant by that, Loki's long tongue snaked its way into his mouth. He gagged as the slimy appendage wriggled down his throat, tears pricking in his eyes. It felt so strange, and yet so good. Every inch of him was being claimed and used by his rival. And the last thing Ren wanted now was for it to stop.
"Look at you, such a desperate whore! You love getting all your slutty holes filled like this, don't you?" Akechi snarled, and Ren gave an affirmative moan from around Loki's tongue. He was loving it. The thought of the other Phantom Thieves had completely left his mind. The only thing that mattered to him now was Goro's sweet cock.
It wasn't long until Ren felt his own climax approaching. He bucked his hips up against Akechi's, letting out a string of muffled moans. Taking notice, the assassin motioned for Loki to retract his tongue and let Ren speak again.
"G-gah!" Ren yelped, spluttering and coughing from the sudden emptiness in his throat. "Goro, 'm gonna cum!"
Something seemed to snap inside of Akechi when he heard Ren say that. He moved to take a firm hold of the thief, one hand on his thigh and the other on his back. "Loki, return."
"Wha?"
"I said get lost! He's only allowed to cum for me!" Goro looked like he might just lunge out and bite his own persona if it didn't listen to him. If Ren was thinking clearly, he might crack a joke about it.
Loki grumbled, but it still listened to its master. All at once, the clawed hands keeping a hold of Ren disappeared, along with the huge cock sheathed in his ass. He let out a whine at the sudden absence, wrapping his now-unrestricted arms around Goro's shoulders.
Goro took hold of Ren Loki's stead, gently lowering him to the ground while keeping his dick snug inside the other boy's pussy. "Alright, you've been good. So I'm going to let you cum," he said, teeth bared in a hungry grin as he resumed his frantic thrusting. He propped himself up against the metal floor on one elbow, while his other hand reached down in between them to rub Ren's swollen clit between his fingers.
"G-Goro, aaghhn!" Ren could feel his orgasm building in the pit of his stomach. Even without Loki spearing his ass, Goro's thick cock was more than enough to send Ren over the edge, with his fingers only making it even better. He bucked his hips upwards, the edges of his vision going black as his climax crashed over him.
"Fuck! Ren," Goro gasped as Ren's inner walls fluttered around him. "You want me to cum inside you, don't you? Because- hah- that's what I'm gonna do!"
Ren nodded, still riding the high of his intense orgasm. Goro's voice sounded to him like it was a mile away, but he wanted anything and everything that the other male could give him, including his cum. And while Goro certainly wasn't waiting for Ren's agreement, it did seem to spur him on. His thrusts became even more feral, less consistent, as the assassin chased his own release.
In a brief moment of clarity, with the fog of ecstasy thinning ever so slightly, Ren looked up at Goro. This was the boy he'd been pining after for months now. And here they were, just the two of them, fucking like animals in the engine room of a cognitive cruise ship. He reached up, grabbing a fistful of Goro's hair and pulling him down into a passionate kiss.
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That small gesture was the last straw for Goro. With one last thrust, he spilled his seed into Ren's pussy, growling into Ren's mouth. He slumped. the arm propping him up giving out and leaving him sprawled over the other.
For a few silent moments, the two of them simply laid there, neither moving a muscle. Both of them were panting heavily, exhausted by both the fucking and the fighting before it. But eventually, Goro rolled over, pull Ren tightly against his chest.
"Hheh, maybe I won't get rid of you just yet..."
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Later, the rest of the Phantom Thieves returned to the engine room in search of their leader. It wasn't like they'd wanted to leave him to fight Crow alone, but if anyone could take on the crazed assassin one-on-one, it was Joker. At least, that's what they hoped.
"There's no sign of either of them," Oracle said, tapping away on her little cluster of screens. "And there's no way to tell who won the fight."
"Well, there's no body. That's a good sign, right? If Crow had won, he probably would've just killed Joker on the spot," said Panther, looking around. "I don't see any blood either."
"Yes, but if Joker won, wouldn't he come to find us? He wouldn't just leave, would he?" Noir piped up.
The other thieves continued to debate what could have possibly happened. Fox suggested they might have gotten ambushed by a more powerful shadow and had to put aside their differences to flee. Skull thought that maybe they beat each other up so hard that they kicked each other right out of the Metaverse. Queen thought they were both stupid and that they wouldn't know for sure until they found one of them.
But while that conversation progressed, Mona spotted something on the ground. He walked over, finding the metal flooring covered in... something
"Hey guys, why's the floor wet over here?"
... Meanwhile, back at Goro's apartment, Ren was eagerly bouncing on the detective's cock. In the back of his mind, he knew his friends were probably worried about him. But that was something to take care of later. Tomorrow. Maybe.
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kingstealer · 3 years
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i have seen literally no one talking about the first scene of loki e2, where the ren faire announcer goes “or are we.... holding out for a hero?” and i went haha nice 80s reference, and then the bassline picked up and i went, are they... and they really did play Holding Out For A Hero over that fight scene
and the subtitles literally just said “80s song plays” but then also wrote out all the lyrics? that was such a fun scene, to go with honestly just the rest of the episode. the rest of the show.
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cjjohansson · 3 years
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YOU'RE IT FOR ME
SUMMARY ; you and Natasha argue over your mission gone wrong.
supersolider!reader x natasha romanoff
angst/fluff.
fighting/blood/injury/swearing word count;3.4k - this is my first ever attempt at writing anything. im so sorry if its terrible.
As always Steve woke you up at stupid oclock in the morning to brief you on a quick unexpected intel mission. He told you the base you were being sent to has not long been abandoned and if anyone was there, to eliminate the threat like you always do. Lucky for you, you had super-solider serum running through your veins so this mission was simple and easy for you to complete alone. You only had to retrieve some files on HYDRA creating another super-solider serum.
However Natasha wasn’t too happy about you being woken up so early meaning she had to wake up to a cold bed and you were nowhere to be seen throughout the whole compound. She looked around for you everywhere only to end up running quite literally into Steve, he obviously knew who she was looking for and finally spoke up, “Oh, if you're looking for Y/N, they went on a quick mission.”
“What do you mean a ‘quick mission’, they would have come to say bye?” Natasha responded suspiciously due to the fact that you would never leave without saying bye or giving her a quick peck on her lips regardless of how long the mission would take.
“A quick intel mission, the only person I could see who had potential in succeeding was them. Woke them up 3 hours ago, they should be back within 2. They’re fine Natasha, you don't need to worry.” Steve thought to quickly remind her that you were more than capable than going on a mission alone and that you certainly didn't need to be worried about, you’re a super-solider for god sake.
“OK, just next time notify me too when they’re going so I'm not walking around looking.” Natasha walked away straight after that proceeding to the training room to blow off some steam about the fact that you didn’t say bye.
Meanwhile
you had got to the base a little over 2 hours ago, and when Steve told you this base was abandoned you had no idea why you actually decided to believe him. The base was in fact NOT abandoned and within the first 10 minutes of you slowly making your way to the base from the quinjet you was swarmed with at least 10 HYDRA agents. You worked as quickly as you could taking out the threats left right and centre with your guns and some quite literally being thrown straight into some trees. You managed to get the agents down in record time, you was quite impressed with yourself to say the least but you knew you should call for backup, you reached for your comms only to be met with a sickening buzzing sound surrounding your ear drums, you threw your ear piece onto the floor and just continued towards the base. At the end of the day you still had a mission to complete after all.
You finally made your way into the base to see that maybe Steve was right about one thing: the base itself was abandoned but the surroundings were not. “Idiot” you thought to yourself about Steve sending you on a mission with not all accurate information.
You’re making your way through the base using your enhanced hearing for anything that doesn't sound right, guess it's somewhat of your lucky day when you hear nothing so you continue your path down the long narrow corridor to finally reach the head scientists room to gather the files about HYDRAs own knowledge on developing a new form of super-solider serum. You always wondered why people had an obsession with powered and enhanced people but at the same time you understood why. You just wished yours wasn't forced on to you and that you were given a choice but you were soon to be one of HYDRAs secret weapons, but when the Avengers found you, you had just been injected with the serum. The Avengers were infiltrating HYDRA bases when Lokis scepter had been stolen, they found you just in time and took you in straight away.
Plugging in the usb drive to transfer all data, the transfer popping up onto the screen telling you that it would take 10 minutes, “Easy enough.” that's what you had thought until you could hear footsteps coming from down the corridor. Quite heavy, long strides, possibly over 6ft tall, only one person, even better. You made your way to hide behind the door so when it opened you could attack right away, but that never came. Instead a metal arm came crashing through the wall you were standing up against grabbing you by the throat and throwing you half way down the corridor, it took you a moment for you to try and stand up but by the time you was about to stand a fist was already being swung towards your face, keeping you locked on the floor below him. You knew this soldier was like you, you could feel it but you also knew that you might not get out of this fight easily, they were much stronger. That face looked familiar, the blurring of your vision from the hits making it harder to properly see but you knew it was familiar. The beating continued with left and right hooks being thrown against your face, the blood rushing out of new cuts across your face, your busted lip and most likely broken nose. You couldn't give up. You knew that for sure. You managed to find the strength to start dodging the punches coming right at you but you knew you needed to get that drive and get going quickly. Rolling out from underneath the soldier as they went to drive their metal arm straight into your face you grabbed your gun and shot the soldier in the stomach and sprinted  back to the room to collect the usb and get going, you knew it was the only way to run rather than end up dying here alone. You finally reached the doors of the base to continue your sprint when you heard that sound of a bullet coming straight out of a gun, it buried itself right into the back of your left leg but you had to keep moving, the blood gushing from your face and now from your leg reminded you to definitely tell Steve to “fuck off” when he comes into your room before the suns even up again. Continuing the sprint, you started to only imagine one thing. That Natasha was going to have your head when you got back to the compound.
You could see the quinjet right in front of you and you had never been so happy to see one so much in your life but just as you was to step one foot onto the jet another two shots were heard behind you, you KNEW this soldier wasn't going to give up and you definitely knew they would keep up with you. The bullets finally lodged themselves into your body, one straight into your right leg and the other straight into your lower back coming out through your stomach. This wasn't good. You were just about on the jet pulling yourself up as the option to stand wasn't even an option anymore, telling FRIDAY to close the hatch and get in the air and back to the compound as quickly as it could and make sure to have medical on stand by as you land. Moving yourself to try and sit in one of the chairs holding pressure to your gunshot wound in your stomach, you heard a familiar voice ring through the speakers of the jet.
“Y/N come in, do you copy?” Natasha. Just as you go to open your mouth to reply your vision starts to blur and all that you manage to croke out are inaudible slurs, until your vision completely goes black.
To say Natasha was pissed off at Steve and you was an understatement. Oh if looks could kill Steve would already be 6 foot under. They stood on the landing pad waiting for the quinjet to arrive back at the compound but what they were expecting was not what they finally saw when the door to the quinjet opened. There you laid on the floor, choking on the air and laying in a puddle of your own blood, paler than anything they had ever seen. Before Steve and Natasha could even make it to the quinjet fully, the medical team were rushing in and putting you on a stretcher taking you straight into surgery. Natasha didn’t even make a move she stood there completely lost with that imagine in her head, but as soon as a doctor shouted you had no pulse it was like she was snapped back into reality her body was on flight mode, she made the move to try and run to you as quickly as possible but Steve had already grabbed her round the waist and was holding back against her vicious punches and kicks shouting at him to ‘let her go or he will regret it’. The sounds of Natashas shouting soon caught the ears of some of the other Avengers, running outside one by one came Wanda, Bucky and Sam. Confused by the commotion until they finally heard the sobs of Natasha in Steve's arms and the puddle of blood in the quinjet, they instantly knew this was about you.
Natasha had been pacing around the waiting room for 2 hours now, everyone telling her, you're ok and the surgery will be over with soon. But they didn't know if you were ok and when the surgery would be over they just wanted Natasha to sit down and stop pacing. Just as Natasha finally took a seat a doctor walked straight in front of them staring at Natasha.
“Are they alive?” Natashas voice coming out weak filled the waiting room, the anxiety from the question entering everyone's mind to know the truth.
“Yes”
They all finally let out a breath none of them knew they were holding. Natasha finally looks down and letting some more silent tears roll down her cheeks, she looks up at the doctor.
“Can I see them?” no one has ever heard Natasha sound so weak and vulnerable, they all knew yous were together, yous never kept it a secret openly flirting in front of everyone and you making it very clear who Natasha was to you at parties when you'd go up to her at the bar and put your arms around her waist and start slowly kissing her neck no matter who she was involved in a conversation with. But no one had ever seen this side of your relationship, the hard side of worrying and panicking when one of you was injured or on a mission. The vulnerable side and lets just say you and Natasha were not ones to let people see you both so small and fragile.
Following the doctor into another room there you laid on the bed your stomach wrapped tightly and also your legs, the bruising on your face a nice bright purple. Your skin had slowly started to have more colour in and Natasha had never been so relieved. She made her way over slowly towards your bed afraid any type of sound would wake you up. She wanted you to rest, but part of her wanted to shout and scream at you for not calling for backup or even just turning around and coming back home. Turns out she wasn't as quiet as the sound of the chair moving wakes you up from your sleep.
The bright lights make you hiss and groan. You make your way to sit up thinking it was all a dream, that is until you feel two sets of hands on each side of your body pushing you down.
“Lay back down y/n, you're hurt.” Natasha, there it is again that sweet voice you've spent months waking up too, but it's different. It sounds broken like she has been crying and is about too again at any given moment. Opening your eyes was a struggle but you finally got there. In the room stood Steve, Wanda, Sam and Bucky and sat next to you ever so gently holding your hand is your Natasha. You go to turn towards Natasha but Bucky catches your eye, everyone sees the hesitance in whether or not you want to finally speak.
“He looked like you.” that's all you manage to choke out before Nat is passing you a cup of water to drink slowly. Everyone starts to look around confused straight from you back to Bucky. Until you finally speak up again.
“The guy that attacked me at the base, thanks Steve by the way maybe next time send two people instead of one into an ‘abandoned’ base, yeah abandoned my arse.” Everyone smiles at your sarcasm but quickly pushes that to the side to ask the question everyone is so desperate to know.
“Babe,what do you mean by he looked like Bucky?” ah, Natashas voice, you simply turned and smiled at her squeezing her hand.
“Well like I said Talia, he looked exactly like Buck. Metal arm, red star. Long black hair. All the facial features are the same but not the eyes, they just looked black. Was hard to know for definite with the amount of punches I was receiving but if no one was to know Bucky like we do, then people would be sure that the Winter Soldier is alive and well.”
Bucky stood there dumbfounded not even knowing what to say or even think, everyone just looks confused at what you’re saying it makes no sense but then again yous are all in a room with three super-soliders, a witch, a highly trained ex-assassin and a guy that has robotic wings for christ sake.
“Ok i think we should all take a break give Nat and y/n some space ok? Come on guys, we can debrief you later y/n/n yeah?” Steves the one to speak up this time probably too confused and tired to have this conversation.
“I know what you're gonna say Tasha, and i'm not in the mood to hear it so can we leave the telling off until tomorrow? Ok, thanks means a lot.”
“No. we are talking about this now so it can be over with and we can move forward. Its simple really y/n/n youre a fucking idiot!” her voice starts to get louder as she continues her rant.
“You call for backup no matter the excuse you call for it or you get back on that jet and come back home no mission is worth more than your life you know that! Ugh, i’m so fucking angry at you for being so fucking reckless! You could have died? Why can't you see that? Just because you have that serum it doesn't make you invincible you know that but you've acted it! All of this for some files? How can you expect me to not be upset or angry? You’re my partner, and i love you more than anything but when you act like this it makes me think if you are even thinking about me when youre risking your life for some stupid usb.” she looks away as she continues to cry, your brain now trying to process all of these words but also all of these emotions. Wait, did she just say she loves you? You have been together for nearly a year now and neither of you had even said that yet, you both knew it but never dared to say it.
“You love me?” it's your turn to choke out now, you know you love her but one minute she is calling you reckless and an idiot then she is telling you she loves you?
“Of course i love you, you fucking idiot!”
“Ok, ok, still mad i got it” she slowly turns to glare at you this time but she sees your tears slowly rolling down your face and she instantly softens her glare. You take her hands into yours and you know you have to say it back because if you don't she is going to be even more mad than what she already is and one thing you don't want to deal with right now is a mad girlfriend because she is so scary.
“Hey Talia, listen ok? I love you too. I do, I really do. I'm sorry i was reckless, i should have come back but it was like my body was on auto mode and yes like you said that isn't an excuse i know that ok. I thought i'd be ok on my own and well clearly i wasn't as i’m in a hospital bed but i’m here. I know we both worry when we go on separate missions and I know you probably worried more because I didn't come and say goodbye but I was hoping to be back by the time you woke up. Steve said it was abandoned and when I got off the jet and started walking no one was there and then I was ambushed by some guards but I took them down with ease and there was no one else in sight, my comms went off and they were buzzing and I just carried on. I needed to do this mission baby, I needed to get this information about the serum so we can try and stop HYDRA creating more soldiers and putting them through pain. I’m sorry I've hurt you, I didn't mean to do that, I was just doing my job but I'll tell Steve for next time that if i’m to go on a solo mission that you need to be with me ok? No more solo missions, not just for me but for everyone. We need to be safe. Especially with another Winter Soldier walking around like he owns the place ok? I love you Natalia, I’m sorry.” you've already lowered your head at this point too embarrassed by telling her we all need to be safe and that you love her.
You feel one of her hands move from yours, you think she is gonna walk out but instead you feel the softness of her fingertips tracing the bruising on your cheekbones before you even have the chance to hiss at the tender touch her lips are pressed so intensely against yours. You've kissed many times before but this kiss, it's just so different it's as if she is trying to tell you exactly how much she loves you and how much she is happy you're here just by this kiss. You move your hand up to her face and slowly move it round to play with the hairs at the back of her neck, she hums and slowly stops kissing you. You didn't want that kiss to end and you groan in frustration and she chuckles at your little outburst, Nat leans her forehead against yours and finally lets out a breath. You're ok, she knows it now.
You both sit in comfortable silence for a while forehead to forehead until you feel a shooting pain in your stomach, you hiss in pain and move away to lie back down on your back. Natasha is up in an instant thinking she has hurt you but you're quick to calm her nerves.
“Baby it's ok, just some pain. Come and lay with me, please?” you pull your puppy dog face, a face you know she cannot resist. She simply smiles and makes her way back over to the bed as you shuffle over to make room for her. The next minute you're both lying and she is snuggled into your side, your hand drawing patterns on her back and her arm ever so carefully laying above your wrapped stomach.
You understood why she was mad at you, you put your life on the line and didn't think twice about how she would feel with the consequences. You hated yourself for that, you knew you'd feel the same if it was her laying here injured and not you but it wasn't.
The room was silent, a comfortable silence. One you and Natasha both could just relax too.
“When I said I love you y/n, I truly meant it. You're it for me” she moved her head off your chest to look into your eyes, her eyes held so much emotion and you knew right then and there again like you had known for the past year that you were going to marry this woman.
“And you're it for me Natalia Alianovna Romanoff. I love you Talia, forever and always.”
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gl0rious-purpose · 3 years
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How Far Is Too Far? (Loki x Protective!Reader)
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Summary: After moving into the Avengers compound, reader had adjusted to the joking tones of their fellow members. When Loki moves into the building, the teasing from Tony strikes a nerve with the reader.
Word Count: 2059 Words
After living in the Avengers compound since the New York attack, you've watched your teammates insult each other jokingly. Steve would throw jabs at Natasha and Bucky during workouts, Sam would join in and get dragged into a big, playful tussle. Even though you sat on the sidelines with Wanda, you still enjoyed watching them pick on each other. You could easily say you have adjusted to each team members tone to identify when they were messing around. 
When Thor brought his mischievous brother to live amongst you all, the humor laced tones diminished into bitterness whenever he was present. Tony seemed to be the only one who would acknowledge his presence with crude words while the others gave each other knowing looks. You lost track of how many insults that man could throw at Loki throughout the day. You were beginning to think that was all Tony could do to keep himself entertained. While you weren't entirely sure, whenever a harsh jab got spouted in the god's direction, a flicker of hurt crossed his eyes before they returned to their cold appearance. This, of course, worried you since Loki was apart of the team now and deserved the same respect everyone else got. Everyone had warmed up to the idea of him being there after he had proved himself worthy in combat, but Tony was still on the fence.
After returning from a mission, you'd stumbled upon Tony in his workshop talking to himself as he tweaked his suit. If no one else was going to confront Tony about his snide comments, you were. You had seen a completely different side to Loki today when retrieving information. It was almost like he started to trust you guys and they trusted him. Taking a deep breath, you slowly pushed up the workshop door and waited for Tony to acknowledge your presence. When he finally looked up, he gave you a pleased smile before returning to working on his suit.
"Hey kid, how'd the mission go?" Tony grunted as he reached deep into the suit to grab a tool he'd dropped. 
"It went very well. I think Loki's actually starting to trust us." Responding with a hopeful voice, you turned to look for a seat just in case this conversation got lengthy. Tony's face appeared above the suit, eyebrows furrowed at your statement.
"Listen, Y/N. Don't go relying on Mr. Freeze. He trusts no one, but himself." He pointed his wrench at you as if he was scolding you with his finger before turning to find the tool he really needed. A tense silence brushed over you at his words, the only sound being Tony's tools clanging together kept your focus. Briskly standing up, you pushed in your seat. If he was to play that card, let him. I'm not going to stand for it.
"Tony, you seem to be the only asshole here that believes that. I don't understand why you can't just accept that Loki is here to change, not create conflict." You looked at the man across from you, who was clearly taken aback. The silence motivated you to go on.
"The amount of times that man as saved your ass, Stark. You owe him a bit of courtesy as he holds a position on this damn team. How far is too far?" Feeling anger bubbling throughout your body, you reached out and shoved your palm against the counter next to you, taking deep breaths. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Tony nodding in agreement, going to open his mouth to respond when someone cut him off.
"And I don't need a pitiful excuse of a Midgardian to stick up for me. Maybe you should keep your nose out of other people's businesses." Loki's cold, irritated voice rang out from behind the both of you. Tony only looked at you ask you turned around to face the God of Mischief. You felt the anger dissipate as your fiery determination left your eyes. Loki's cold demeanor seemed to of softened as he realized that he had hurt you. Regretting his words, he tried to muster up the courage to reach out to you, but you backed away from him. Diverting your eyes, you straightened up your posture and nodded in response to his words.
"That's fine by me." You gritted your teeth as you rushed out there, bumping into the god's shoulder as you rushed out of there as quickly as possible. You didn't mean to of upset Loki by any means, you were just tired of Tony walking all over him like he was a rug that no one liked. Once out into the corridor, tears seemed to brim your eyes as you briskly walked to your room, picking up pace every second you could. When you reached the floor you ironically shared with Loki, you almost collapsed in the living room. Any other time, those words would've never fazed you. Hell, they would've make you smirk in response to his cruel statement. But this time? This time it was different. It didn't take you long to realize you had developed feelings for the god, but you were afraid to reveal them. What if he judged you for falling for him? Gathering your emotions, you stumble up the stairs to your room. The quicker you could get up to your room, the less of a risk of Loki coming up and seeing you.
"God, why does this hurt so much?" Your strained voice cracked as your back hit your door, sliding quickly down it. Quite sobs racked your body as the tears just kept pouring down your face and your body curled up into an upright fatal position. Your self-loathing thoughts swam around your head faster than you could get the chance to process them as you rocked yourself. The thoughts soon laced themselves together, making you fall into a mindless fog. You tried to stop sobbing, trying to regain control over your breathing as tears slowly made their way down your flushed cheeks. Your ragged breaths seem to drown out the sudden knock at your door. After a couple minutes, the door suddenly swung outward, reminding you that you still had to convince Clint to come fix your door. Your body fell back onto the floor against someone's shoes. Realizing you didn't lock your door, you looked up into the soft, concerned eyes of the guy you were just trying to defend. Sniffling, your hands shot up and pressed against your tear streaked cheeks, quickly wiping your face so tears weren't present. After a couple seconds, you scrambled to your feet, quickly walking into your room to avoid any violent confrontation with him.
Blowing your nose, you heard your door close. Thank the Gods, I'm alone now. You thought as you sighed raggedly before turning around into the firm chest of Loki. The sudden impact didn't make him budge, but it made you try to back away to give him space. Instead he gently grabbed you and pulled you back in, wrapping his arms tightly around your frame. You tensed at the sudden contact, frozen in place. Loki's hands started rubbing circles on your midsection, hoping it would ease you into the hug. Minutes passed before you finally relented and tightly wrapped your arms around his torso as if your life depended on it. The movement caused a low chuckle to emit from the man holding you, the sound's rumble against you caused you to shiver. Comfortable silence fell upon you two as you both embraced each other.
"So," Loki's now soft and sincere sounding broke the silence. "Why are you in here crying?" He asked, but you knew he already had a good idea of why you were in here crying. He just needed clarification. Do I really want to give him that? You questioned yourself as you swallowed the lump in your throat.
"None of your business, Frosty" you muttered, adding the nickname to try to lighten the mood as you shoved your face into his chest. A disappointed sigh escaped his lips as he pried you away from his body, far enough for him to try to look you in the eye. Except you just looked away from him, not wanting to make him uncomfortable. He watched your eyes flicker to different objects lying in your room as you tried to find something to focus on.
"Y/N" He spoke, expecting you to respond with a glance.
"Love?"
"Darling?"
"Sweetheart?" He stopped, trying to think of a nickname that would bring you to look at him.
"Angel?" Loki tried to lace the name with as much love and care as he could, move his head to try to meet your eyes. Even though the room was dark, he was able to subtly see your flushed cheeks grow red at the nickname as your eyes slowly met his. Giving a small, victorious smile, he decided to go on.
"It's my business if you're crying because of me." He stated, making it clear that it wasn't up for debate. You nervously took your bottom lip into your mouth, chewing on it as you thought about what you wanted to say to him. His eyes pierced right through you, expecting an answer. Sighing, you threw yourself  down onto your bed, shoving your face into your hands, rubbing them down it before resting your chin on your palms.
"I just...got tired of seeing Tony insult you like that. I've watched your expression long enough to know that his words hurt you, and I thought I could get through to him. I didn't mean to overstep my boundaries." You paused as he sat down beside you, scooting over so your knees were touching.
"Loki, I care about you. Hell, I'd do anything to prevent any pain that comes to you. I lo-I like you too much. I'm sorry." You looked up at his face that held no expression, hoping he didn't catch your slip. When he didn't respond for a couple minutes, you diverted your eyes to the ground. You examined a piece of paper you must've dropped. Sighing, you dropped your hands and went to to grab the paper off the ground. An icy hand reached up and grabbed your wrist, causing you to quickly look back to Loki. Meeting his eyes, a ghost of a smile played on his lips as mischief filled his eyes. Narrowing your eyes, you went to pull away as he pulled you towards him, adjusting so he was laying backwards. He pulled you on top of him, smiling up at you.
"I.. appreciate that you love me enough to stand up for me. It's really touching." You felt your cheeks heat up again at his words, frowning at the fact he caught your slip. He noticed the frown and moved a piece of hair behind your ear. You looked him directly in the eye, breath hitching as the gesture got very intimate for you.
"And I would do the same for you. Not because I'm your teammate, but because I can't lose you. For Norns sake, not you. I've lost so many people I care for. I love and care you too much. I can't even put what I feel for you into words, Angel." Loki sighed, closing his eyes as he tried to put together more words for you. He opened his eyes just to watch you, but you quickly brought his lips to yours, hoping the emotions you felt towards him transferred via the kiss. They must've as you felt him smile widely into the kiss, moving his hands to the back of your neck to pull you closer. After several minutes, you had to pull back for air, watching Loki's eyes flutter open. He smiled at you, running his hands through your hair.
"So, I guess the feelings mutual, huh?" You joked, grinning at Loki. Growling, he rolled you over and pinned you, leaning in to capture you into another kiss.
"I guess that also means you're mine" Loki stated as he pulled away from the kiss, voice laced with lust and possession. You laughed at the sudden possessiveness. Loki growled and quickly fucked his head against your throat, nipping your neck gently with his teeth. Breathing in sharply, you entangled your hands in his dark, silky hair.
"I guess so~"
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thedarkcoven · 2 years
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You'll Always Be My Doll | Part 4
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Warning: Smut. Choking. Degradation. Hair pulling. Mind control/mind manipulation. Magic used as bonds. Knife play. Unsafe sex. Loss of virginity. Humiliation. Gagging kink. Worship kink. Cock worship. Submissive. Primal fucking. Face slapping. Daddy kink. Biting. Marking. I sat in my room on my laptop, trying to figure some things out for Tony since I promised I'd help him with some work for the team's suits. A pair of arms around me broke me from my concentration. Bucky nuzzled his face into the crook of my neck and yawn. It was now about ten in the morning. I chuckled and scratched his head softly, kissing his temple. "Sleep good, Buck?" He nodded with a smile before pulling away and standing straight. "Want some coffee? I'm gonna get some from the kitchen." I nodded and gave a soft 'yes please' before he headed out of my room. All he wore was a pair of shorts. I bit my lip and smirked to myself. Never in my life ever imagined I'd feel this way towards Bucky. I mean I have thought about it when I was younger but I just pushed it off as a little girl crush from when I was seventeen. A bright light from outside flashing made me perk up in my seat. What the fuck was that? I stood and walked out into the main room where everyone was. Bucky even had a confused look on his face. Tony chuckled and patted his arm softly. "Just Thor. He and his brother are staying on Earth for a while." I crossed my arms in front of my chest, glaring as Thor and Loki walked into the main room with smiles on their faces. I growled and walked over to Loki, gripping him by his throat and raising him up a few inches from the ground despite the size difference between us, him being a 6'5" god with a nice physique and me being 5'1" due to the soldier serum. I hated that my height pretty much stayed the same. They even told me they were expecting that. "How fucking dare you show your face around here after what you did here in New York!" Thor placed a soft hand around my wrist. All Loki could do was smirk. "Anne. It's okay. He changed his ways... for now. Dad is forcing him to help fix what he caused." I dropped him and walked over to Bucky to grab my coffee. "I like her." Bucky gave him a death stare before taking my face in his hands and kissing me deeply. I froze then melted into the kiss, relaxing against him. "Don't be like that now, pet." Loki teased, his green eyes going dark with a mischievous grin spread on his face. "Fuck off, Loki." "Come here. Now." I couldn't control my legs as they lead me to stand in front of Loki. I let out a shaky breath as his slender fingers caressed my cheek softly, his thumb running along my bottom lip. "See now, kitten. You can't resist." "Back off..." Bucky looked feral as he pressed a combat hunting knife to Loki's throat. "Back you insolent feral beast. She told you about her dream, yes?" "Loki. Not here." I warned, my teeth gritted as I looked up at him. "Please." He chuckled darkly and walked over to sit on the couch. "Anne. What is he talking about?" Steve asked, glaring at Loki. I blushed and shook my head. "I-It's nothing, Steve. It is just a dream I had." "Oh. But it wasn't a dream, love. I was in your mind with my magic. Giving you what you desire." "Not from you-." Bucky charged at Loki and knocked the couch back, knocking Loki and himself onto the ground. He has his metal hand around Loki's throat. "All I have to do is squeeze. Touch her again and I'll kill you." Bucky spat in Loki's face before standing. I closed my mouth and squeezed my legs together at the actions of Bucky. Loki let out a chuckle and wiped the spit from his face as he stood. His eyes landed on me and I looked away shyly knowing Loki probably knows what I am thinking. I sighed as I relaxed in my bed later that night. The thoughts of Bucky choking Loki and spitting in his face replaying in my head. Loki entering my room brought me from my thoughts, a smirk on his face. Before I could ask what he was doing, he climbed on top of me and pressed his lips to mine.
My eyes went wide but soon I relaxed into the kiss, letting out a whine. What was I doing? I-I don't want this. I want Bucky, not Loki. Loki chuckled into the kiss as I began to squirm away from him, his hand coming up to squeeze my throat but not enough to hurt me. He sat up on his knees, grinding his hips against my cloth-covered mound. "That's it, kitten. Submit to your master. You're so wet for me already and I just started. Such a little whore. Come now, kitten. Don't fight me." I whined as he used his magic to bind my arms behind my back before moving down and brushing his nose against my panties. "Lo-Loki. Stop." I gasped at the feeling of his fingers pulling my underwear down and slapping my pussy hard. "Fuck.." "That's it. Such a good girl. So responsive and submissive for me. So breedable." I shook my head no and tried to push myself away but Loki's hands gripped my thighs. He groaned as he started licking my folds and my clit, his fingers squeezing my thighs slightly. I moaned loudly and arched my back, my nails digging into my palms. "You're so beautiful, kitten. You sound so cute begging. Be a good girl and suck my cock." I let out a slight yelp as he gripped my hair and pulled me on my knees, my face in front of his bulge. My jaw dropped as he released himself. He was girthy and was pretty lengthy. It was mouth-watering. Loki grinned and shoved himself into my mouth, using me as his personal fuck toy. "Fuck. Look at you. Gagging on my cock. Take it like the slut you are, Anne." I whined as his hand made contact against my cheek, making it sting. Bucky slammed the door open with a knife in his hand. I whimpered as I tried to pull away but Loki held me in place, grinning at Bucky who closed and locked the door behind him. "Off of her... Now." Loki smirked and pulled away, getting off from the bed. Bucky pulled his pants off and pushed me down onto my back, kissing me hard. "Mine. All mine." I moaned as he kissed down to my neck and nipped, the head of his cock pushing into my entrance. I winced and squirmed slightly. Bucky shushed me softly, throwing the knife to the side so he could hold me close, his lips connecting with mine passionately. Once he was fully sheathed, he stilled and looked down at me, his metal hand resting against my cheek. I blushed and tried to hide my face. "No no, baby. Let me see your face. You're so beautiful." "Bucky..." I looked up at him, the pain subsiding, and all I could feel was him. "Pl-please, Fuck me." Bucky smirked and began to ram his cock into me over and over, his right hand pulling my head back by my hair so he could leave hickies all over my neck. "So... tight. Fuck, Anne." "Daddy please! I-I can't take anymore." I felt like I was being split in half as a strong pressure built up in my abdomen. "Bucky!!" "So good for me. Let go for me, doll. Cum with me." A few more thrusts and I was spasming around his cock, screaming out in pleasure. "Bucky!! Pl-Please. Please. Of fuck..." He chuckled slightly as he continued to fuck me until I was a sobbing mess. His metal hand wrapped around my throat as his thrusts became messy and erratic. A few more thrusts and he stilled, his hot spend filling me to the brim. Bucky kissed me passionately. After pulling out he held me close, a smile on his face as he pushed my hair back. Loki smirked and walked over to me, his fingers gripping my hair softly. "Oh, princess. We've only just begun." We? -Cause I know you're looking forward to more <3 @turbolisedcomet
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datauthorress · 3 years
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;forever; (is not enough)
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Pairing: Loki x Female! Reader
Summary: He promised to never let you go. And forever is not enough to love you.
Warnings: Death of Character, Bones Breaking
Notes: Angst with a bittersweet ending.
Drabble Challenge: (2/??)
“...my undying fidelity.”
You shook your head, tears forming in your eyes as you watched Loki approach Thanos, swearing his loyalty to him. You knew he was only doing it to save Thor, but you couldn't watch. You had seen this happen, in a dream, in a vision that had plagued you for days and now, it was nearing true.
You had to do something.
Wincing quietly, you stood up from your spot on the debris, wielding the dagger in your hand, a gift from the God of Mischief himself. It was sharp, and decorated in green jewels that sparkled.
And it would be enough to kill the Mad Titan.
When you got close enough to Thanos, you let out a shout and lunged forward, driving the dagger into Thanos' back deeply and dragging it down, opening up the wound even farther and deeper than you thought would happen. The Mad Titan released an angry shout of pain, and turned towards you, furious.
Without warning, his large hand shot out and grabbed you by the neck, squeezing tightly enough to cut off your air. You choked, and gagged, banging your fists on the Titan's hand, trying to get him to let go of your throat.
“You foolish girl.” he muttered.
“Let her go!” Loki shouted and before he could even get close enough to Thanos, he was smacked away roughly by the Titan, landing roughly beside his brother.
The grip on your throat tightened even more, and you choked, tears streaming down your cheeks.
“But this is better for you, girl. A quick death. You'll thank me.” Thanos said.
Your gaze went over to Loki, as he struggled to get up after the rough landing. His eyes met yours, and you gave him a week smile, before glancing back to Thanos, whispering in a strangled noise.
“You'll...never be....a god...you coward.” you rasped.
CRACK
Thanos' hand closed on your windpipe, shattering everything beneath and the last thing you heard before everything went dark, was Loki screaming your name.
26 years later...
“Happy birthday, (y/n).” Loki said softly, placing a bouquet of mixed flowers down on the fleshly mowed grass.
The God of Mischief glanced at the tombstone in front of him, reaching out to gently brush a few specks of grass and dirt from the top. That day....that horrible, fateful day. He had cried over you, the first person he truly loved outside of his brother.
And you had given your life (not that you had expected it) to protect him and Thor.
He had protected your body from the explosion, and had brought you to Earth (much to the Avengers' chagrin) and buried you in the New York City cemetery. He had sworn vengeance on Thanos, and was part of the reason why Thanos died. Tony Stark had given his life to save the universe, lives lost that day.
Ever since then, Loki had lived on his own, not wanting to be around anyone or anything unless it benefited him. He had relationships, but they never lasted long. They weren't you.
Maybe you and he had been soulmates. Someone each other had been searching for to complete that half that felt empty.
But it had been so long already. Twenty-six years, and Loki knew nothing of reincarnation. He wasn't even sure if it was really possible, and even if it was, he wasn't counting on ever meeting you again.
Loki sighed quietly and stood up, brushing the strands of grass from his slacks. It was time to go. He was meeting his brother later at New Asgard to discuss some new blueprints.
“I love you, (y/n). I always will.”
The God of Mischief left the cemetery, and as he ventured down the street, he was lost in his own little world. It was enough for him not to be aware of a young woman running down the street, clutching a thick textbook in her arms and her backpack flinging across her back.
As she looked behind her, both she, and Loki both yelped as she ran into him, sending both of them to the ground.
“For Odin's sake....can't you watch where you're going?” Loki hissed.
“Fuck, I'm so sorry! It was an accident! I was trying to get to the bus stop because I woke up late!”
Loki froze upon hearing a young woman's voice.
That voice....
Loki glanced up, and his eyes widened upon seeing the young woman. She was absolutely gorgeous, and was picking up the textbook that had fallen from her arms.
“I'm so sorry, it won't happen again.” she said and looked up at him, eyes wide for a moment before her eyebrows furrowed. “You...you look familiar to me. Have we met before?”
Loki couldn't help but stare. Was it really you? Had you been reincarnated and...was still the same? Except you didn't recognize him.
“Hello...? Earth to dude?”
Loki blinked, and stood up more fluidly than the young woman thought he was capable of. “My apologies. I had not been paying attention.” he said, and held out a hand to her.
The young woman took his offered hand and he pulled her up, and for a moment, he didn't let go of her hand, and he didn't look away from her, observing her features.
The young woman flushed softly. “Um...hehe.....hi. My name's (y/n), and you, sir?”
The same name...
Loki almost began to cry. He hadn't cried in so long, and hearing that this young woman, had the same name, looked the same and even acted the same....was you. It was really you, reincarnated.
“Are you okay?” (y/n) asked, looking at Loki with worry. “You look sad.”
“I'm fine. I...was just visiting someone at the cemetery.” he replied, finally releasing her hand.
The young woman stood there for a moment, shifting her weight onto the other foot. “Um, this may seem sudden, but are you free? I know a fantastic diner down the street that has the best coffee and crepes.”
Loki glanced at her, and his entire personality seemed to brighten up. Maybe this meant...he had a second chance with you.
“I would love to.” he replied, with a soft smile.
“Great!” (y/n) smiled and began to guide him down the street. “And what was your name?”
“Loki. Loki Odinson.”
“Loki...hey! Like the Norse God Loki! That's neat....Loki has always been one of my favorite mythological gods.”
Loki smiled. He had loved to hear you ramble about things you enjoyed.
(Y/N) glanced over at him, and grinned.
“Pleased to meetcha, Loki.”
And for the first time in twenty six years...
Loki felt at home.
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mimisempai · 3 years
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Your hand is the only one I ever want to hold
Summary:
Mobius' POV during THE hug.
This ficlet is the direct companion of this one: Love is stronger than anything
Can be read independently as all the stories in this series, but makes more sense if you have read the other stories that follow chronologically the episodes.
https://archiveofourown.org/works/32472940
788 words - Rating G
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Mobius held out his hand to Loki.
Because Mobius was a master at hiding his emotions and inner turmoil, the hand he held out was firm and determined.
There was only one person who had managed to crack his shell and he was standing in front of him.
So yes, his hand wasn't shaking, but inside he was agonizing because he wanted more, so much more.
He was agonizing because he had bared his heart to Loki without expecting anything in return.
He was agonizing because this was the only connection he would have with Loki until he didn't know when.
He was agonizing because he had been holding out his hand for five seconds and Loki still hadn't grabbed it.
Suddenly Loki's eyes that were staring at his hand looked up at him, seeking his eyes.
Then he shook his head, smiled and walked towards Mobius.
At that moment, the time stood still.
Perfect harmony.
As Loki's arms closed around him, Mobius felt as if all the scattered pieces of his heart were being put back together again in a perfect pattern.
He was whole. Complete. Alive.
He didn't know if it was something he needed before, but now that he knew what it was like to feel completely safe in the arms of the one he loved, he knew he couldn't live without it anymore.
Mobius put his arms around Loki's waist and embraced him with the same strength.
When suddenly, Loki whispered against his hair, "Thank you my friend."
Mobius froze, then tried to swallow the lump that had formed in his throat.
If Loki only offered him friendship, then he would accept it. Because all he wanted was for Loki to be free to make his choices, whatever they might be.
"Loki, how can you be so stupid?!"
It was Sylvie who had followed the scene and scolded
It was Loki's turn to freeze, then Mobius felt his lips move against her neck. "What I actually wanted to say is, thank you my love."
Mobius gasped and then felt all the tension leave his body and an unbridled elation take its place.
He lifted his head and with a crooked smile he said to Sylvie, "you are my favorite."
She looked at him with a knowing smile as he buried his face in Loki' s neck, prolonging the embrace a little longer.
"I don't want you to go," Loki whispered into his neck.
I don't want to go.
"I don't want to leave either, but I have to Loki. We all have something to do. It's time to end it.
Loki moved back a little and grabbed him by the shoulders, "Promise me you will be careful, promise me you won't do anything rash. "
Mobius shook his head, "You know that just walking through that door is already reckless in a way."
"Mobius, you know what I mean."
Mobius nodded and took Loki's chin in his hand, "Only if you promise to do the same," then he looked over Loki's shoulder at Sylvie, "Look out for each other. Remember, you can do anything you want, I have faith in you both." he added in Loki's ear, "I have faith in you."
Mobius knew that if there were two people who could put an end to this, it would be them. The chaos twins as he liked to call them. Loki leaned in and kissed him. Mobius could feel in the kiss everything that Loki could not tell him. Although their kiss had a taste of urgency, it was still sweet and they took their time to taste each other, because they were aware of the ineluctability of what was to come. Because it could be the last.
Mobius' hands tangled in Loki's black curls, while Loki ran his hands over everything he could of Mobius as if to memorize his lover's body.
After a few moments, they moved aside panting before pressing their foreheads against each other while their breathing calmed down.
Unfortunately, reality took over.
They reluctantly parted, keeping hold of each other's hands.
Mobius turned back to the door, Loki's hand still in his, then he let go of it and before heading for the door, he said to Loki, looking him in the eye: "The third time's a charm.  The next time we meet, you will not be able to get rid of me. Remember, in the midst of all this chaos, there is only one certainty, I have only one truth, and that is that I love you."
Then he moved on to walk through the Timedoor and the last thing he heard was Loki's voice saying, "I love you too Mobius. You are my only truth, my glorious purpose."
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Folklore [song series]
peace
Modern Day AU! Steve Rogers x OC!Reader
Plot: Inspired by Taylor Swift’s new album Folklore. The story follows the timeline of Bucky and Elizabeth’s life throughout the years
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[a/n: sorry for the wait. it was my birthday last weekend so i was just chilling. but here it is, just in time for the anniversary of folklore's release. the final chapter of my folklore song series. i started this last fall, and it's now the end. thank you to all who read the story and commented and showed it love. you don't know how much that means to me, that people liked it so much. thank you for joining this journey with me, and I hope the ending is a nice little bow to finish it off]
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Age: 27
Year: July 2021 [two weeks after engagement]
Location: New York
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Two weeks after their engagement, Steve and Elizabeth were still living off of the high from their engagement.
They were currently spending some time in New York. Liz had just graduated from law school that spring, while Steve was still working at the same architect firm. That was actually also why they were in New York.
The company was opening another branch in New York. Steve was offered a promotion, but it would only be available at the New York office.
In the few years since Steve graduated, he's been excelling in the architect world. He's really made a name for himself. Last year he was named the "hottest" up and coming architect. Ever since then he's been very busy. His boss gave him the month off, to propose to Liz, and to take a tour of the new office.
Steve told Liz that they'd only move back if that's what she really wanted. Especially since she just finished law school, and she still needs to take the state bar exam. She would need to figure that out soon, because the NY state bar exam date was closing in on her.
She and Steve decided a month in NY would help them both decide if moving back would be best. If they did decide to move back Steve would already have job waiting for him. Liz on the other hand might not.
Luckily for her, Loki was currently working at a law firm in NY. He was able to get her an interview while she was in town. He couldn't promise her a position, as there were a lot of people up for the job, some had even interned there. But Liz still went to the interview giving it her best.
Loki and Scott moved to NY two years ago, both their jobs taking them there. They ended up eloping right before their move, two years after Thor and Wanda got married.
Thor and Wanda had officially been married for four years. They were also considering the move over to the east coast. Both of their families lived out there and it just made more sense to them, especially with them trying to start a family.
Family was a massive pro for Steve and Liz as well. Moving back would mean seeing their loved ones a lot more. Especially now with Poppy about to turn six, part of them felt like they were missing out on their goddaughter's life. Steve also missed Bucky.
Bucky was doing really well in his career. He's currently working as a sound engineer for a movie studio. A big step up from the local recording studio he started in.
He was currently looking for a place to move to in Manhattan. Now that Poppy was about to be six, and she was already going to school in the city, it was time they officially made the move.
Actually he's no his girlfriend had decided to move in together.
Dr. Jane Foster is a pediatric fellow. She was in her first year of fellowship at a private practice in Manhattan.
Bucky and Jane met three years ago, through Sam Wilson. Bucky was hesitant at first to date, because he's a single father, and his main priority has always been Poppy since the day she was born. But
Sam had convinced Bucky to go on just one date. One date was all it took. Bucky was immediately hooked. Same went for Jane.
Jane was incredibly understanding of Bucky's situation. And it also helped that she loved children.
Jane met Poppy four months into the relationship and since then everything has been going great for the three of them. Jane instantly fell in love with Poppy and Poppy loved Jane a lot. Bucky had truly never felt happier. When he was alone with his girls he felt complete. When Bucky brought up the idea of officially making the move, he and Jane made the decision to move in together. They were practically already living together at that point. They were all very excited about this next step in their relationship.
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Steve and Elizabeth were watching Poppy for the day while Bucky and Jane worked. They decided to spend their day in the city, walking around what could possibly be their new neighborhood. Poppy was loving having them around, and talking up their ears about school and all the friends she has made.
Around lunch time Poppy started to get hungry and sleepy. They decided to stop at a café and get some lunch.
Liz went inside while Steve and Poppy sat outside. Poppy ended up falling asleep on Steve while they waited for Liz. Steve found himself thinking about the possibility of living there.
Truth be told part of him did want to move back. He genuinely missed the New York City way of living. As he relaxes into the sounds of the city, he hears his name being called out. He looks straight ahead, looking for whoever called him, or if they were calling another Steve. As his eyes scanned the crowd, he met the eyes of the last person he would ever think he would see again.
He was completely shocked.
"Peggy?" Steve questioned, as the woman stopped in front of the table.
"I thought that was you," she smiled, "Wow. You most certainly aren't 17 anymore."
Peggy checks him out, as he stayed in his seat. She wasn't being subtle about it either.
Steve cleared his throat, noticing the way Peggy was eyeing him up and down, "Well it has been a decade wince we've last seen each other."
Peggy glances at the sleeping Poppy in his lap.
"Is this your daughter?" She asks pointing at Poppy, then glancing at his left hand noticing there wasn't a ring on his finger.
"Oh, no. This is my goddaughter. She's actually Bucky's," Steve tells her.
"No way," she gasps, surprised by this information. At that moment Elizabeth walks out of the cafe with a number plaque for the table.
"Oh my gosh! Elizabeth?" Peggy greeted.
"Peggy?" Liz asked confused at this older version of Peggy Carter.
"Yeah," she smiled.
Elizabeth put the number plaque on the table, Peggy catches the shimmer of her engagement ring.
"Oh wow! Congratulations," she says grabbing Liz's left hand, "You have a really beautiful daughter. I'm so happy for you and Bucky. High school sweethearts, making it til the end."
Liz was confused, she looked at Steve, hoping he could get them out of this awkward, and slightly uncomfortable situation.
"Um actually, this isn't her daughter, and she's not engaged or married to Bucky," Steve says, "We're actually the ones engaged."
Peggy was taken by surprise at this brand new information, not expecting to hear those words come out of Steve's mouth.
"Oh, I'm so sorry. My mistake," she apologizes, embarrassed.
"Well Congratulations," she awkwardly says, glancing at her watch, "I better be on my way. But hey here's my card. I moved back a couple of months ago. But we should all get dinner and catch up. There's clearly a lot I have missed."
She hands Liz the business card and walks away.
"Well that was random," Steve awkwardly laughs.
"What are the odds," Liz says sitting across from Steve, "Didn't even know she was back."
Liz cleared her throat and tried to focus on the city around her.
Con: Peggy Carter.
Steve and Elizabeth continued on with their day. At the end of the day, they dropped Poppy off at Jane's apartment and headed to their hotel.
Throughout their day there was a slight tension between the couple, it didn't go unnoticed by the both of them. Neither could figure out what the tension was. They both knew it had to do with the sudden appearance of Peggy Carter.
They laid in their hotel bed, each with a book in their hands. Their nightly read.
Elizabeth had a hard time focusing on what she was reading. She tried to force away thoughts of Peggy Carter out of her head. She flipped the page and stopped when she noticed her engagement ring. She took a long stare at it.
"Do you regret it?" She asks, turning her head towards him.
"Regret what?" He asks putting his book down and turning to face her.
"You and Peggy breaking up," she says, "Do you regret it?"
Steve is taken back by Liz's question.
"No," he shakes his head, "I don't regret it."
"Do you ever wonder what you're life would've been like had she stayed?"
Steve ponders over the question, "Truthfully? No. Once we said our final goodbyes in London, that was it. I never once gave it another thought. I closed that chapter as soon as I boarded my flight. Not that the breakup didn't hurt. Because it did. I just knew then that she wasn't my future. I never thought I would see her again."
"But you did," Liz quietly says.
"Yeah, which was weird," he says.
"I wouldn't blame you if you wanted out of the relationship to be with her," she says tearing up.
"What? No," Steve quickly says, sitting straight up, "I don't want that."
"I just mean, if you wanted to. I would completely understand. She was your first love."
"Yes, she was. But I don't love her," he says, "I know this is only coming up because we saw her today, and there's been this out of awkward tension in the air ever since. But I don't want to be with Peggy."
Liz glances down at her engagement ring again, trying to hide the tears of insecurity rolling down her face.
"Look at me," he softly says, placing his hand over her's, "I love you and only you. I asked you to marry me because you're the one I want to spend the rest of my life with. You and only. Peggy doesn't mean anything to me. I haven't even thought of her since high school. You mean more to me than anything in this world. Especially more than some high school ex-girlfriend. You, Elizabeth are my entire world."
"Why would you even think that?" He gently asks
"Just seeing her and the way she looked at you before she realized we were engaged," she says, "She wanted you. Then my mind started to wonder if maybe that was a sign for you two to get back together. And maybe you'd realize you regret proposing to me."
"There isn't an ounce of regret in me that makes me feel like I'm making the wrong decision," he assures her, "There is no one else for me. You are it. Proposing to you wasn't for confidence. Proposing to you was the only thing I've ever felt so sure of. It was the only thing I've ever done that I didn't second guess. You are the only thing I've ever felt so sure of."
"This," he grabs her and and gestures between the both of them, "Is where I want to be for the rest of my life. This brings me a peace like no other. You are my peace."
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Age: 27
Year: May 2022
Location: Somewhere in Upstate New York
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"You are my peace," Steve sniffles, as he holds Elizabeth's hands, tears flowing down both of their faces as they stood up in front of their closest friends and families, reciting their vows.
"I don't think I would be where I am today without you and your continued support. I meant what I said years ago about following you wherever you went. All I ever want is to be by your side. Nothing else has ever meant to me as you do. My future doesn't exist if you're not apart of it. Nothing matters if I don't have you. Since the day we met, twenty years ago, I knew you would play such an important part in my life. We clearly aren't the same people we were then. Yet over the many years you haven't strayed away from being this kind supportive, understanding person. To know one day our future kids will have that as a mother, overwhelms me with joy and love. They will be the most luckiest kids in the world.
"You are it for me. You are my world. I know everyone says weddings and getting married is the start of a new chapter, but it doesn't really feel lie that for us. It just feel like our story is continuing. There's no end in sight. And I'll make sure of that, by being supportive, kind to you for the rest of our lives. There won't be a time where you ever have to question my love for you. Because Elizabeth Sanchez, you are love."
Elizabeth has tears streaming down her face. She didn't' care how she looked. The only person that mattered was the man standing before her, professing his never ending love for her.
The pastors signaled her, that it was now her turn to speak.
"I figured I'd try and keep it short and sweet, because you know exactly how I feel about you Steve," she begins, "There's only one thing I want to say, more so I want to thank you. Thank you for giving me love. An unconditional love that never seems to fade. Since day one of our relationship. You've been patient. You always say I'm the supportive one, but you fail to see that you are too. Even more than me. You've always been willing to drop everything, not just for me but for all the ones you love. Anyone who has Steve Rogers' love, should count themselves as being incredibly special. I am the luckiest pet one out of them all because I get to be the recipient of your love every single day. I am the one who gets to spend the rest of their life calling you my husband. My partner. My life. You've shown me a love like no other. So thank-you Steve, for loving me."
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My first Geraskefer Wolfbarge bingo @geraskeferbingo is my 69th fic posted on ao3 and thus harkens back to my very first fic posted on ao3 back in 2017, the fic I made my ao3 to post.... a loki omo/piss fic. Therefore, this fic contains similar.... thematic elements. There's pee.
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for waters shall burst forth
pairing: Yennefer/Jaskier
rating: E
content warning for omorashi (desperation to pee and wetting) featuring the usual bodily fluids, plus a handjob and inappropriate arousal.
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"Right. So," said Jaskier, wiggling more earnestly in the cramped space. "This isn't wholly my fault."
"You wandered off to relieve yourself despite strict instructions not to, activated a mechanism that opened a trapdoor, and confined you and I together in uncomfortably close quarters in a cell lined with dimeritium," said Yennefer. "By what metric is this not your fault?"
It had been Yennefer's hope that Geralt's bard would be left behind while she and the Witcher infiltrated the abandoned, wraith-infested stronghold once occupied by a powerful mage of ill repute. No such luck. The colorful irritation of a man had tagged along, griping about the stench and the dark and the mold spores he was surely inhaling all the while, and before Yennefer knew it, they were trapped together in a narrow space with nothing but blank stone wall at their backs. No doubt there was another mechanism to open the trap somewhere, and Geralt had called out that he would find it, leaving leaving alone.
"And," said Jaskier with increasing plaintiveness, "I still really have to pee."
"You're insufferable," said Yennefer. 
"No, I don't feel that you understand the ah-- gravity of the situation," said Jaskier. "Or rather that gravity is acting rather urgently on my--"
"That's enough of that."
"See, welll, that's the thing. Soon er-- I'm afraid that sooner rather than later, nothing will be enough to-- um." The little bastard squirmed in exaggerated discomfort.
"Just hold it, bard. Are you an infant?"
"I'm a very well-hydrated individual! I'm trying. " Whined Jaskier. "Trust me, I would really rather literally be doing anything else in the entire universe than… well than.."
"Than wetting yourself."
"In front of Yennefer of Vengerberg of all people," he squeaked. "No offense."
"Offense taken."
"I mean you're so--" He gestured. "And I'm--" Another gesture. 
"Weren't you mant to be a man of words?"
"I'm a little distracted! Oh, but it hurts."
To her horror, tears began to escape from.the corners of his eyes. He gritted his teeth as they spilled down his bright-red cheeks and wobbled at his jaw. 
He was terrified, she realized. The narrow chamber they were trapped in suppressed her ability to read his mind, but the bard's frayed mental state appeared clearly on his face and the lines of his body. Terrified and deeply humiliated.
And truly about to wet himself.
In close quarters.
He squirmed, flushed pink and whimpering, and something about the sight was more pleasing than expected. Yennefer would never say anything approaching such a thing out loud but he wasn't horrible to look at as far as men went. It wasn't a hardship to watch him. And she had always taken more than the usual interest in the sight of men squirming before her, usually in more pleasant and consensual circumstances.
If she had full access to her command of Chaos, she may have considered any number of remedies to his situation. She could vanish his waters elsewhere or transfigure the bladder walls to expand more and thus alleviate the pressure. And if she was feeling particularly vindictive and cross with the bard for trapping them like this, she could not bother to relieve said pressure but command his body not to release except at her word. 
Though the latter idea sent a small thrill of arousal through her, Yennefer was not so cruel, and even so, it did not matter. She was helpless to do anything but wait for Geralt to find a way to free them. 
Yennefer did not prefer feeling helpless.
As a sorceress and a woman, base bodily functions did not hold much influence over her life. She had never understand the male desire to discuss bowel movements at length or engage in literal pissing contests. One did not live as long as she did and move in the circles that she did without encountering certain erotic proclivities surrounding bodily liquids, but she had never had any interest in sex involving more fluids than the usual, often of the mind that there should be less. 
Jaskier whimpered, interrupting her thoughts. She had no way of knowing how much time had passed or how much more would pass before they could be freed.
Yennefer felt a pang of sympathy. This was not simple inconvenience. The man was clearly in pain.
Droplets of sweat appeared on his creased brow and the meat of his palms dug into his thighs, hands opening and closing uselessly. She knew he must be resisting the urge to grab at himself like a child in front of her. Some part of Yennefer wanted to tell him that he could, that she did not mind, but another part knew it was a matter of his pride. Another, more sordid and previously unexamined part found herself darkly fascinated. Would he truly lose control and wet himself before her? It had been a very very long time ago that the thought of needing to urinate badly had last occupied her thoughts. Normally, she handled her bodies needs with magic at the slightest urge.
Seeing him struggle in increasing distress, she found herself newly grateful for forgoing that particular aspect of humanity
And that was the crux of it.
Jaskier was human. Constrained to the limits of his own body. Bound by bodily discomforts and pain and inconveniences. Worst of all, Yennefer was ordinarily above awareness of such things and now the little idiot was forcing her to confront their reality with increasing urgency.
She startled when Jaskier whined low in his throat, an involuntary noise that he promptly went pink over. He clearly was attempting to limit the shift of his hips, rubbing his palms with firmness down the length of both thighs as though that could possibly offer any relief.
"Oh, quit being noble," said Yennefer. "Will holding yourself help?"
"Holding my-- n-no!"
"No, it won't or no you're too stupid to do it?"
"I'm not going to… debase myself in front ot--"
"Oh please," said Yennefer with a roll of her eyes and pressed her hand between his legs. Another whine escaped him, and he pressed himself flat back against the stone wall of the trap. His hips shifted miserably. His penis was soft beneath her palm and the fabric of his pants, small and vulnerable. This close she could feel his body shaking.
She could not say by his whimpering and trembling whether it helped or made things worse, so she shifted her grip to more firmly encompass him, unsure how tight was too tight. Despite her reputation, she did not often put men's genitals in a stranglehold.
"Just… just like old times," Jaskier managed to squeak, and Yennefer blinked at him. "You ah--" he gestured at her hand cupping his junk "--in Rinde."
"Oh," said Yennefer, remembering. "I don't remember."
"You know, it helps if-- Well its harder to... to piss if-- if one is--" he floundered, staring dumbly where she pressed her hand against the front of his pants. Yennefer sighed.
"If you have an erection, you mean."
"Yes."
"Are you requesting that I service you with my hands?"
"N-no, I would never ask such a--" He winced and seemed to be enduring an increase in pain, his hands tightening to fists at his sides. "Yes! Yes. That's what I'm asking you. Please, Yennefer, I know you completely loathe me, but can you--"
"What's in it for me?" Yennefer asked, eyebrow cocked.
The pink flush of his cheeks and wobble of his chin, the little pants and whines he could not hold back, the shivering tension of his lean body. Control over his body's urges, holding all of him in the palm of her hand. All of it warmed her with guilty arousal. There was plenty in it for her, though the pitiful man could not be allowed to know it.
"Um, isn't it motivation enough that I don't… you know… on your hand?"
She considered this. 
"Fine."
"It might… take some effort frankly. You are very scary. Defense mechanism."
"Don't lie," says Yennefer, adjusting her hold. Already, she can feel the slight pulses of his body attempting to get hard. "That wasn't an issue in Rinde."
"You said you didn't remember."
"Mmmmhmmm."
Yennefer had not attempted something as quaint as pleasuring a man with her hands in many years. She remembered engaging in such things with Istredd. Her small glow of pride the first time he had shuddered and spent at the touch of her hand alone.
Nodding in acquiescence to the task at hand, Yennefer began to undo his laces with her free hand. To her great alarm, the idiot began to squirm more fiercely, the urge seeming to increase in a conditioned response to the imminent release signaled by the opening of his trousers. 
"Oh, Yen don't-- oh. Help."
A small bloom of wetness appeared on the light blue fabric.
Yennefer quickly made work of his lacings and shoved her hand inside his brains, gripping the bare skin in a pinching hold that felt far too merciless but seemed to offer immediate relief as Jaskier groaned. The sensitive skin beneath her fingers felt velvety soft and only a little damp.
On impulse, she swiped her thumb along the flared round of the head, and Jaskier shuddered through his whole body.
 It was a queer thing to feel the twitch and swell of the organ as his softness abated, the rabbiting heartbeat where her fingers held. She did not shift the pressure of her hold, but it grew tighter all the same as he hardened, until she was certain he must be in pain, the solid firmness of his growing erection flexing beneath the curl of her unyielding fingers.
"Does that hurt?" She asked, truly curious.
"No," said Jaskier. " Yes "
He seemed not to be able to help but buck into the tightness of her hand, now seeking pleasure as much as control. Experimentally, she lightened her grip and teased her fingers along the head of his cock, and he cried out and curled down, his forehead along against her shoulder. He breathed unsteadily in her ear.
"Oh quiet, you can hold it."
"I can't, Yennefer. I can't. I can't."
A warm trickle of wetness ran down the back of her hand. She looked down to see that a single dark streak had appeared on his powder blue shirt.
"Ah," said Yennefer and firmed her grip once more, moving in broad strokes. But that small leak seemed to have worsened the pain and effort considerably, Jaskier silent but for his ragged breaths as he curled against her. The occasional whimper and bodily clench was not quite enough to hold back fine droplets of escaping fluid. Not a flood, certainly, but enough for Yennefer to understand the desperation of the situation. The inevitability.
"Yennefer, I'm going to-- I have to--"
"Don't, you little idiot," she said, surprised by the breathless pant of her own voice. "I'll kill you if I do all of this and you still piddle on my shoes."
His orgasm seemed to catch him off guard, grunting as he spilled across her fist and his own shirt. 
"Idiot," said Yennefer. In the immediate aftermath, he groaned aloud as his softening erection but his other need to the forefront. His hands leapt to join hers at his crotch. 
"No, no, no," he whined in increasing panic, clenching his fists.
"Hands off," said Yennefer. "You'll hurt yourself."
"Yen-- since when do you-- care about--" He lost the thread of his thoughts as a longer leak of piss wet their hands. He managed to stop the flow but only just. She knew it was only a matter of moments.
"I don't," she said crossly. 
"Yen--, I-- I can't--" He quivered against her with withheld tears and bodily restraint.
"That's alright," she said, one hand soothing down the plane of his back. "It's ok."
Her words seemed to be all the permission his body needed to release in earnest, the sound of rushing liquid loud in the confined space. Yennefer dropped her hand to spare herself any more indignity and politely patted the bard's shoulder as she held herself away. Yennefer's heartbeat pounded in her ears, and she could not deny the heat of arousal between her legs.
Jaskier's body trembled, and he let out shallow groans of relief against her shoulder as he continued to wet himself. It seemed to go on and on until at last petering out, leaving the two of them in an uncomfortable silence in a trap that reeked of piss. 
The silence broke suddenly with a grind of gears and stone as the back wall of the trap fell away, dropping Jaskier backwards into an open chamber. Geralt looked down at him, grimacing.
"Again, Jaskier?" Geralt grunted, eyeing his wet clothes. 
Jaskier groaned on the ground, making no effort to stand.
"I am a very well-hydrated man, Witcher!" 
"Yeah, yeah, let's get out of here before something nasty is attracted to the stench."
Yennefer strode out of the trap with as much dignity as one could muster when she too reeked faintly of piss, endeavoring to put the whole miserable affair behind her. Unfortunately, as she watched Jaskier scramble to his feet, remembering his urgent cries beneath her hand, something told her that nothing would be that simple.
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boop-le-snoot · 3 years
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PARTY FAVOURS I CHAPTER 24
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TWs/Summary: The party, finally. Nerds be nerds. They're all dorks tbh. Booze and partying. Clint is a disaster. Natasha is a queen. I beg for comments from y'all cuz I'm short on serotonin 🥺🥺🥺💚✨
This is a Spotify playlist I made for the first half of the party. Sets the mood 😌
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The party was booming, the room was flooded with a large amount of people dressed in various extravagant outfits. It was enough to sweep my eyes over the crowd only once to take notice of the thought and money people had put into their outfits. I hardly noticed any cheesy "angel/devil" or "sexy cat" ensembles, my eyes caught on gemstones and feathers and floor-length gowns instead.
First Avenger to catch my eye was Thor - only because the people surrounding him barely held back from drooling. Hell, I did a spit-take: the usually graceless giant stood casually posted at one of the snack tables, wearing silver robes embroidered with tiny sparkling gemstones; a sleek, angular crown rested atop his head, his blonde hair was longer, lighter and straight. One look at his ears and the realisation struck me: Thor was Thranduil, the Elven king. It made sense since Peter had the thunderer hooked on the Lord of the Rings movies a couple of weeks ago...
Both Loki and Wanda cleaned up no less nicely. The Witch was wearing a midi dress, airy and soft, in pastel tones that brought out the natural rosiness of her cheeks and the scarlet undertones glimmering in the strands of her hair. Unlike me, she chose to wear a sparkling tiara, which Loki had created after a short debate - it was an intricate material illusion meant to last for at least ten hours.
Loki himself was a work of art: dark and macabre fantasy painting. I could barely tear my eyes away from the pale, tall man clad in dark green silks and brocade. The candlelight threw shadows on his angular face and his sharp cheekbones stood out more than ever: twenty minutes I spent on convincing him to let me put make-up on his face paid off spectacularly. Flickering lights toyed with the emeralds and forest greens of the shiny silk of his vest, giving Loki an ethereal glow. His eyes shone crimson red, making nearby people throw equally startled and appreciative looks.
As for myself, the stares I got were no more and no less than I expected. The dress I'd been aching to wear fit me perfectly, earthen tones, hand-embroidered blossoms and delicate golden threading. The layers of my skirt were just voluminous enough to give me the extra airy, floating walk, the medium-height platforms of my shoes lightening my step. The ropes securing them to my legs were decorated with flowers so delicate they looked real.
The peak of my outfit took an arm and a leg in bribery of the resident sorcerer-turned-vampire, but in the end, even Loki himself could hardly look away from his creation. An hour of research and some serious magic voodoo shit was what it took for the fluttering fairy wings to sit between my shoulder blades. I felt them as an extension of my own body, and whilst flying was definitely out of the question, I could flicker them and felt the delicate brush of Wanda's fingers as she admired the translucent, blue-green, marble-patterned sheen of pure, concentrated magic.
In hindsight, I should have simply bought a set of pre-made wings and asked Loki to enchant them to move on their own. Hindsight... I wasn't good at that. So, in this moment, with the wings syncing up with my jittery nerves, the shiny traitors shook with the force of stares directed at our little trio. There was an absurd amount of gorgeous people and breathtaking costumes, yet even then, we stood out like Mona Lisa in an indie art gallery. Muted 'woah's and 'oh-my-gods' traveled across the room, turning even more heads towards us.
"And you wanted to wear Walmart," I weakly chuckled in Wanda's direction, seeing her wide eyes and Loki's arm rapidly wrapping around her waist, catching her a brief moment before she stumbled. The trickster looked unimpressed and bored for all the world to see, but to me, the slight twitching of his eyebrow told me he wasn't feeling that much different from us girls either.
"Brother!" Thor gestured us over with a drink in each hand, parting the crowd of people easily.
Noah, et tu? I had no choice but to swallow my unease, hoping my concealer and highlighter did their job and my face hadn't lost the sublime glow I was aiming for. For a girl like me, the Fae aesthetic wasn't easily achieved: naturally, I wasn't innocent, I wasn't playful... However, I was mischievous. Plenty of that.
Spotting a semi-familiar face in the crowd of partygoers, I gave the man a lopsided grin and a wink without actually taking note of who he was. Tonight, I would be a fairy. I would play.
"King," Wanda mock-bowed with a laugh, carefully embracing Thor. Even Loki did a brief, composite left-handed tilt with a slight smirk.
"Where's the rest of the gang?" I giggled, immediately making grabby hands for the nearest brightly coloured, fruity concoction that fell into my eyesight. Being sober at a party was not something I had planned to be: first drink went down like water as Thor explained the whereabouts of our various friends.
"Steven and James are with Lady Natasha, there is a knife-throwing contest outside on the patio," As soon as those words left his mouth, Loki immediately perked up, not-so-subtly turning his torso towards the large open area.
"Go," I ushered him. "Win us something, good sir," With a chuckle of my own, I grabbed Wanda by the hand for both of us to give a chaste good luck kiss to each of Loki's cheeks. He smiled as I threw a tiny amount of sparkles at him, shouting "GOOD LUCK!" to his retreating back.
"Princess?" I heard a curious voice pipe up behind me, an arm carefully wrapping itself under my wings. Said arm jerked as the sensitive matter of my wings fluttered away from the touch, shivers running down my spine and making me shuffle in place awkwardly.
"Tickles," I breathed out, voice pitched.
Tony's utterly perplexed face came into view as he gave me an open-mouthed once-over. "Darling..." He cleared his throat. I had managed to rob Tony Stark of his words! "You look... Exquisite." His eyes critically surveyed the amount of make-up and glitter on my face before he lifted the inside of my wrist, touching his lips to the pulse point for two long seconds, stealing my breath away with the simple, intimate gesture. It was by far more powerful than having to get glitter out of his beard if he'd kissed me on the lips, or even on the cheek.
"Congratulations, you've caught a Fae," I grinned mischievously, my own eyes widening at the amount of tiny little details on Tony's costume. Delicate, moving clockwork gears and metals interwoven with dark brown, harsh leather; he wore a tophat decorated with a pair of glasses and both his arms and harnesses had moving details of polished, dull-grey chrome. It was unreal, like Tony had stepped out of a Steampunk graphic novel, like he'd just got done filming the Wild West movie. "Nerd," I affectionately brushed my fingers - glitter-free hand - along the handlebar mustache he'd grown out.
Tony spoke over Thor's laughter, pressing himself closer to me, this time careful around my wings. "Do I get to make a wish?"
"Don't be rude, Tony. The Fair Folk should be treated with politeness and respect," Bruce's amused voice signaled his arrival before I even saw him. His costume and Tony's complimented each other: whereas Tony the wngiy obviously was some sort of inventor, Bruce was a doctor, or perhaps, a chemist. Instead of moving gears, he had an array of brightly coloured vials attached to a gold-and-green embroidered belt, and a single monocle replaced his usual rectangular glasses. The scientist gallantly raised my palm to his lips, fighting a smile of his own. Utter nerds! "You're the most beautiful thing in this room, Princess. Everyone can't take their eyes off you," With that, a brief, bright flash of green blinked in his eyes and then I knew, Bruce and Hulk would be on my back, watching out for me wherever I would decide to go.
The knots in my back, in my stomach, slowly began to unwind, the feeling accelerated by the warmth of alcohol sitting low in my belly. I was happily sandwiched between my two men, chatting with Wanda and Thor, nibbling on the spooky treats that Tony's catering services had provided. They were delicious.
Sam appeared, dragging a flushed Clint in tow. The archer had evidently gotten well into his drinks, seeing as he was holding a horn in one hand whilst the other still barely held onto his head. Despite the costume fail, he seemed to be having the time of his life.
"We need glue," Sam announced, smiling in our direction. "Well, hello, ladies," Briefly, abandoning his bird bro, Sam kissed a giggling Wanda on the cheek and wrestled one of my hands from Tony to peck it, too. "My, my eyes have been so blessed!"
"What are you?" Wanda asked the man curiously, pointing at his... a sort of toga, brown leather shoes that looked more like hooves and a crown of... grapevine?
"Dionysus," Sam mock-bowed, "And this is my Pan. Who happens to be a lightweight and enjoys annoying witches that can throw knives with scary precision!" The man announced, annoyed, whilst Clint just drunkenly giggled as he was helped by Thor - the Asgardian-Elf was doing something to the archer's headdress and putting the wonky horn back in its place, hands steady despite Clint's swaying and squirming.
"Classy," I toasted Sam. "Who's the knife-throwing witch?"
"Natasha," He grabbed a drink of his own. "She went as Yennefer, both fossils are Witchers and Pietro is Jaskier. He looks like a proper court jester in that purple... Thing," The dark man was giggling, too, somewhat tipsy.
"The Ass of America could fit his sizeable rear end in leather pants? How much KY jelly did they use?" Tony snorted mockingly as all of us laughed. I remembered seeing an interview with Henry Cavill and his troubles regarding the leather pants - Tony's question was valid and you can fuckin' quote me on that.
"Man, don't ask me. I've already seen more than enough of him and Barnes in the supply closet," Sam winced, downing the remainder of his drink in one go.
"And what were you doing in the supply closet, Wilson?" Natasha was absolutely breathtaking in the black mesh dress. Pietro next to her looked like a masquerade attendee - in a good way. He had gone with the video game version of Jaskiers outfit and was a bright addition to or our mostly black and pastel coloured party.
Sam grumbled something unintelligible, striking a conversation with Pietro and Clint, pulling the rest of us into it one by one. People came by and went, saying their hellos and asking to take pictures - the party was attended by mostly SI and trusted SHIELD employees with the exception of a few B-level celebrities Tony knew personally, no press was allowed beyond their designated area so all of us could afford some degree of frivolity.
Steve and Bucky - oh my God their costumes were tight - shared kisses and heated glances over the tops of our heads. Bruce's hand snuck under the highest part of my skirt, caressing my legs and Tony's soft pecks on the top of my head filled me with the warmest sense of adoration. Loki, being the gentleman he was, had won both me and Wanda each a stuffed spider which we gracefully accepted, thanking the trickster with a dance.
Or three. Wanda went first, eyes sparkling and smile ten miles wide as she soaked up the admiration, the envious stares of the people in the room. The witch looked simply stunning, she was glowing, and Loki next to her shared the sentiment wholeheartedly - a small grin decorated his face, eyes kindest I'd ever seen them. In that moment, Wanda truly was a princess.
Three and a half drinks in, I swayed gently to the music, unbothered by the smile creeping on my face as I watched the two magical people dance and mingle. "You're as smooth as Tennessee whiskey..." Singing along was a pesky habit of mine that manifested itself after a certain amount of liquor circulated through my system. It wasn't like I was a bad singer - my parents had made me take music classes until I was sixteen - but it was generally an embarrassing moment nonetheless. In that moment, I didn't give a damn. "You're as sweet as strawberry wine..." Trust Tony to pick the kind of music I actually knew and liked.
A flash of purple and my glass was snatched out of my hand and promptly downed. Shamelessly grinning, Pietro gave me a look with that cocky tilt of his lips, blonde hair in utter disarray. "That your work?" He nodded towards the dancing couple, giving the empty glass to Bruce who was now watching my swaying with a careful eye.
"My and Loki's," I replied dryly."Thank you," Pietro replied sincerely. "Wanda needed this," Briefly looking me over (fuckin' glitter! I was missing out on so many hugs!), the blonde settled on squeezing my hand between his own. "May I steal your lady for a dance?" He addressed Bruce, seeing as Tony was immersed in a conversation with some dude dressed as Marty from Back to The Future. IT department, maybe?
"You may, but no funny business," Bruce looked godly in his outfit with the stern expression: eyebrows drawn together, lips pursed and irises having just a tinge of green. Hulk watching me added an unexpected sort of spice to our interactions. It made me feel...
"Let's go, Printsesa," Pietro unceremoniously dragged me to the dancefloor, all but stomping over other people's feet, shoes, tails and various other accessories. Boys will be boys... And we danced, and we laughed - until Loki and Wanda floated over to us, promptly swapping partners with fluidity I didn't expect from either of the twins. I watched Pietro spin Wanda with a smile as the Witch shrieked and cursed at her overenthusiastic brother.
"How's it going, Lokes?" I addressed the resident vampire, placing an arm on his shoulders. Tall ass bastard.
"Better than I expected," He admitted. "Although I cannot say I appreciate intoxicated Midgardian males."
"Nobody likes drunk dudes," I rolled my eyes. "I've lost count how many faces I've punched and balls busted at parties. They just don't learn."
"Oh, indeed, you're a fighter, little one. How could have I forgotten?" Loki teased me, doing an elaborate twirl to narrowly avoid the slap I was aiming at his chest. Tall, cheeky bastard.
I definitely should have put salt in his tea sugar.
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Soul ties - Part 12 (Bucky Barnes au)
“Send your dreams where nobody hides
Give your tears to the tide”
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Rushing to the compound felt surreal. Sam was driving as fast as he could as you were already thinking of the most efficient way to deal  with the situation. You were a doctor in biology and chemistry. Healing was a piece of cake for you. This shouldn't be any different.
"What injury did he suffer?" you asked, hiding the panic in your voice and leaving a crack in the car window to get some fresh air.
"Stab wound. It's pretty bad."
You scratched your forehead, doing your best not to give any thought to the pain Bucky was most likely going through.
"He was injected with the same serum as Steve, meaning he has the same healing process as him. One simple stab wound shouldn't be 'bad', so it has to be more than that."
Sam's grip on the stirring wheel tightened. He kept looking straight away, but he squeezed your hand once.
"Steve was freaked out. He might've overestimated the damage."
"Or underestimated. They might be super soldiers, Sam, but that doesn't make them invincible."
"I know."
"Sorry. I shouldn't be so dry. I'm just thinking. If..."
"We're almost there," he said, cutting you off. "I know the way you work, and I'm convinced you'll know what to do as soon as you see him."
The wind in your hair wasn't enough to calm you down and Sam had barely stopped the car when  you opened the door and ran to the compound. You were moving so fast your throat and lungs were burning, as you were not used to such physical exercises. You'd never been shaped for the field, nor had you ever wanted to be. You barged in the lab and put your hair up in a ponytail to keep it away from your face. Bucky was lying on a metal table :  you noticed he was pressing the side of his abdomen. Blood had stained his tight grey shirt. The blood on his face and shoulders, however, you concluded came from Steve carrying him. His eyes were open : good. After putting on sterilised gloves, you grabbed a pair of scissors and cut through his shirt. You hadn't even noticed Steve and Bruce's presence.
"Go, both of you," you told them as you assessed the wound, ignoring how Bucky's mouth was twisted with pain. "I've got this."
Bruce didn't need to be told twice : he trusted your skills with his life. It might have been Steve's case as well, but leaving his friend's side seemed harder for him to do.
"Steve, go. I won't be able to focus."
Your stern voice was what finally made him leave the room, closing the doors behind him. Bucky, still lying down, grabbed your wrist, staining the white gloves with red.
"It's bad, isn't it?" he asked.
"Nothing I can't fix," you assured him. You'd switched to working mode as soon as you'd seen him, but totally getting rid of your emotions wasn't the easiest thing to do.
"Your voice is shaking," he noted. "I.." – He let out a small grunt. – "Are you sure you're okay?"
You let out a sarcastic and nervous scoff. "Yeah, my voice is shaky but my hands are not. I'm the one who should ask if you're okay. Now shut up, unless I ask you something."
You didn't pay attention to his furrowed brows or confused look. The only thing you were looking for, while applying pressure to his wounds, was any particular sign of pain. He wasn't hiding it, unlike some of your teammates (Natasha came to your mind).
"It's deep," you explained. "Can you press this cloth for a second?"
He nodded and immediately got to it, allowing you to grab a scanner to see if any vital organs or blood canals had been severed. Locating the most damaged canal took you two seconds. You had no time for an anaesthesia ; you didn't have much doubt about Bucky's ability to bear pain. You used clamps to keep the wound open.
"This might itch," you said as you grabbed the electrocautery and applied it to the bleeding canal. You knew his face was contorted with pain, but you couldn't let your soft side win in those situations. Seeing people in pain was the hardest part of your job.
The rest of the surgery went on in silence, aside from Bucky's occasional grunt or sigh. Once you were done stitching the wound, you helped him sit up and bandaged the area. You wiped the sweat on your forehead with a towel, moving wet streaks of hair out of the way. Caring for this spectacular stab wound had taken around two hours, so you allowed yourself to drink some water before handing Bucky the bottle and tending to his other scratches. He probably didn't need this kind of medical assistance, but leaving him scathed was out of the picture.
"You need to hydrate yourself."
He took a long sip as you cleaned the multiple scratches he had on his right harm. His shoulder had taken the most of it, leading you to think he'd fallen from a higher place.
"What happened?" you finally asked. "I thought this was supposed to be an easy mission."
Now that you didn't need to focus as much and that the overall fear for Bucky's safety had passed, tears were threatening to come to your eyes.
"It was. Doesn't mean those guys weren't jerks."
"Bucky," – you carefully captured his chin between your fingers to make him look at you – "what happened?"
"Natasha got in harm's way. I knew she couldn't take it as good as me. It was the smart play."
"No, it was the bold, reckless way," you retorted. "You have no idea what Steve's call put me through. I thought..."
"Hey, I'm okay. Thanks to you," he whispered as he stroked your cheek. "I couldn't let them hurt someone who might've died. I knew I'd come out of this, that's why I did it."
You lowered your gaze and your eyes lingered on the numerous scars his naked torso displayed. You traced some of them with your fingers : on his collarbone, on his abdominal muscles, on his shoulders, and so on. You could tell there was a story behind each of these, and you assumed they were stories he would rather not talk about.
"I'm sorry you had to see those," he said. It was barely a whisper, so low you weren't sure you'd heard it right. "They're from my time with H.Y.D.R.A."
"Don't be sorry. Remember what you asked me about your arm?" – He nodded. – "This is no different. It's you, and that's all I care about."
You ran a hand through his hair : it'd been hardened by dried blood in some places. You closed your eyes and laid a kiss on his forehead before going to one of the cupboards to get him a lab coat. A warm sensation made its way to your stomach as you realised how easy it was being with him, how natural it seemed, how meant-to-be it felt, how...
"Wear this," you told him. "We need to do something about all this blood."
As if they'd been expecting you to come out, Steve, Nat and Sam jumped to their feet when you  opened the door. Bucky tried getting up on his own as well, but you grabbed his arm just as fast.
"You might be healing fast, Sergeant Barnes, but I'm not keeping you out of my sight just yet," you joked lightly.
Bucky was holding the coat closed over his chest, his other hand squeezing your back in gratitude.
"How are you, Buck?" Steve asked.
"Good, don't worry. 'T was just a scratch."
You gave him a grave look. "It was not a simple scratch," you corrected, "but he's fine. All I ask is that you rest for today. That should be enough, with your metabolism."
"Go rest, now, or you won't hear the end of it with this one," Sam said, gesturing in your direction.
"He's right," Natasha joined in. "She's secretly quite bossy."
You smiled to her. "I have to be! None of you listen to medical advice, so I have to be assertive. It's for your own good."
"And we love you for it," Steve added with a grin. "Now go put this guy to bed."
Bucky couldn't help but chuckle lightly, making him reach for his healing wound. It was obviously still hurting a little. You finally left the others and took him to your bathroom. Your bathtub was lower than the floor, which allowed you to sit on the edge as Bucky got in, after taking off his clothes, staying in his underwear. None of you spoke a word as you washed his hair and rubbed the remaining blood off of his skin. You ended up plunging your legs in the tub and let Bucky rest his head on your knees as you ran your fingers through his hair, silence embracing you both.
"Are you still hurting?" you asked.
"Only a little." He seized one of your hands and kissed your fingers. "Thank you," he added.
"Don't thank me, I'm doing what I vowed to do."
A smile made its way to Bucky's face as he sat up and turned around. "Do you wash every single of your patients' hair?"
You shook your head. "No. That's the unexpected, coffee-spilling, caring soulmate package."
He looked hesitant for the smallest second before extending his arms, waiting for a hug.
"You're soaked," were the only  words to come out of your mouth.
"Do you care? Your pants are already in the water, so..."
"Might as well," you said, finishing his sentence. You leaned on the bathtub's edge as your knees hit the bottom. Resting on your arms, you were only a few inches away from Bucky's face. You pressed your lips against his and closed your eyes, wondering what allowed it to feel so good. You didn't give a damn about your clothes anymore and they were bloody anyway, so you broke the kiss and laid in Bucky's arms, resting your head on his chest and your legs entangling. You'd made sure the water was warm enough and it still hadn't cooled off, thankfully.
"We probably shouldn't stay in here," you admitted. "We might just fall asleep and drown."
"Now that would be a shame," he agreed. "Just a few more minutes then. Please?"
You tilted your head up to look him in the eyes and smirked.
"I'll give you all the minutes you want, Buck."
--- Damn, I sure loved writing this part. I hope you liked it too! Part 13 will be the last one. :)
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So, it's time! After forever, I finally managed to fill my first prompt!
We got...pinned by wreckage, with some lovely ✨ Siblings ✨!
Time for Loki, and today you'll all get to know his younger brother too.
Also, you all are absolutely free to request something, a prompt with or without some specific...dynamic, if you will! I take forever to make decisions by myself, sooo,,, yes!
Fandom: Original work
Prompt: Pinned by wreckage
No. This wasn't supposed to happen. This was bad, this was so bad. He whimpered as he pulled his arm out underneath a jagged piece of metal, tearing through his sleeve and leaving long, bloody marks that were sure to stay. Though, that was the last thing he'd have to worry about now.
Loki's attempts to prop himself up and push off the rubble laying atop him that was keeping him pinned to the floor, making his breaths each involuntarily shallow and painful, so painful, were cut short as he just didn't find the strength to push himself up, not even an inch, before his arms buckled under the weight again. Tears blocking his vision, blurring what was left after his glasses had been knocked off his face and a few feet away almost entirely beyond recognition, a choked sob escaped him.
What he tried, he couldn't get rid of the weight on his back, he couldn't free himself of the rubble keeping his legs trapped and unable to move - if he could move them anymore at all, at this point. Calling the lack of pain, the lack of general feeling below his hips frightening would be an understatement - it was excruciating.
The dust that was slowly settling to the ground was tickling, itching in his throat, his lungs, aggravating the shudders that ran through him as he tried everything to keep himself from crying out - his chest had no space to rise after all, he'd suffocate from not getting enough air, he was sure of that.
And yet, all his attempts were not enough - a cough he couldn't keep anymore rippled through him, another one, his throat was burning, the pressure on his chest getting more and getting heavier and more tears were running down his cheeks and falling to the ground where they mixed with the dust and he cried out and he couldn't breathe there was no space anymore he couldn't move he couldn't breathe-
The repulsing, metallic taste of blood filled his mouth, and he spit out, droplets trickling down the corners of his mouth - Did he bite his lip, his tongue in his fury? Did he bite his lip, or did it come from further down, from where he could just assume that something must've been so badly damaged? It didn't matter now - What mattered anymore? There was blood running down his chin, there were bricks on top of him, there was not enough air for him-
The faint shimmer of lights shining through the piles of rubble and dust in the air before him slowly started fading. His coughs subsided, left was his pathetically small, weak form, shuddering violently and panting shallowly against the ground below and the rubble on top.
There was no way out of this anymore.
He couldn't move.
Couldn't breathe.
Closing his eyes, he lay his head down. No one was coming for him. Not fast enough. He wanted nothing more than to be back in Mikkel's arms once more - Than to make up with Egill again - Than to argue with Lucia over the consequences of being careless with fire just one more time.
Just one more time, please.
Something was wrong. So, so wrong. Egill winced as his mind would not let him rest, kept him nervously fidgeting with the handle of the knife he kept in his pocket, his eye scanning everyone passing nearby, every corner he could catch from where he was sitting on a bench a near the town square. Where was Loki? Surely he should have passed here by now on his way to his favorite cafe, as he did regularly - not to get actual coffee, but just for the sake of the cookies they sold there. The big ones, chocolate dough with white chocolate chips and cinnamon frosting. Every time the same order, no exceptions so far.
Before he realized it, he was up on his feet again, heading away from the town square, his phone in hand. A few taps on his screen, taps he could execute blindly by now, and after just few seconds, a location popped up. A tiny smile found its way to his lips - after all his complaining, Loki still hadn't gotten around to remember turning his phone's location services off.
He was just going to check on him, make sure he hadn't gotten in trouble again - as a good little brother did. Or so he thought. There was no way for him to know. There was no way for anyone to know - anyone, except Loki himself.
A sinking feeling grew in Egill's stomach as he followed the streets further out of town, to where there were only fields anymore, only fields and the occasional long abandoned home. He could easily figure what Loki was doing out here, for he had never been much of a person for nature if it wasn't for that one particular cause, that one thing he could not control - though the lack of rising smoke wherever he looked only made the feeling worse, and the awful suspicions in his mind grow and become more by the second.
That was, until he once more checked the location in his phone. He froze, his breath catching in his throat, then ran. If his thoughts were running crazy earlier, they were now sprinting a marathon of insanity.
His hopes that this was all a mistake, that his phone must have been wrong, that this was all a false alarm were quickly crushed the closer he got to the wreckage of what once was an almost luxorious manor, where now only few walls managed to stay up, the rest little more than a massive heap of dust and debris.
"Loki!" Egill's voice rose significantly in pitch, cracking halfway through that single word. The closer he got, the bigger did the lump in his throat grow.
This couldn't be happening.
He didn't hesitate, stumbled right into the ruins - not caring about how jagged edges caught in his jeans, scratched up his shins, cut up his hand as he climbed atop of a pile, hoping to be able to see what, or rather who he was looking for.
"Loki, p-please! Are you here somewhere?" No answer.
While his worry was growing - if he was here, then it could be a matter of minutes anymore, who knew how long he had been here already after all - if it wasn't too late already - there was also a sense of...relief. He didn't find him yet. What if it was a mistake after all? Maybe he wasn't here at all. Maybe he was here earlier, but fled and just lost his phone. Maybe he was standing outside, laughing his ass off about how stirred up Egill was, how his mind went crazy at the thought of him losing his oh so precious older brother.
Maybe-
Something caught his eye. It took barely a second for him to register. Fabric. Red fabric. Red fabric, stained and soaked in something dark.
Something dark, staining not only the fabric, but also the ground.
"...no- NO!" Panic rising in his stomach once more, panic he hadn't felt before, Egill dashed over pieces of stone and metal - just to come to an abrupt stop before his brother, who was laying limply, arms tucked under his head as if trying to find the last bit of comfort one could possibly find here. Horrified at the sight, he dropped to his knees, ignoring the little and the less little stones pricking through his jeans. Egill gently took the other's face in his hands, desperately looking for any sign that he was going to wake up again.
"B-Big brother- Please-! Answer me!"
As expected, there was no response. He tried calling out once more, then again, again, though it was drowned out by his own sobbing. Every bit of hope he had left previously was gone, his life in shatters before him.
He couldn't help himself falling to the ground, head pressed against Loki's shoulder, hands curled into his shirt in a deathgrip. Unable to form any more proper words, he kept on sobbing, babbling apologies, tears soaking the shirt he was nuzzled up against.
He promised he'd never let him get hurt again. He promised, he swore it - and yet, here they were, and there was nothing he could do.
He failed. He failed again. He failed so badly.
"I'm sorry! I'm sorry, s-so sorry!"
Tears continued to spill, until -
until a tiny, almost unnoticeable movement let him flinch.
"...you...you little stalker...found me again…"
His eyes widened, and he looked down. "B- Big brother-?"
Pale blue eyes fluttered open, and for half a second, Egill thought he found something resembling a smile on Loki's lips.
"Y-you're okay! I thought- I thought I lost you- Hey! No, stay w-with me!"
Reaching for his phone, Egill barely managed to get his shaking under control far enough to be able to finally call for much needed help, all while not letting his gaze wander off the broken form before him for just a split second. As gently as his jittering hands would allow, he ran his hand across the side of his brother's face - wincing as he brushed over one of the scars that always seemed to bother him more than Loki himself -, through his hair that now had little left of how it looked before - the once bright, red strands matted by dust into a grey, knotted mess - and to his arm, down to his hand he grabbed tightly, in a desperate attempt to get him back to consciousness, and keep him there.
"Come on, you have to say something! Say something, you can't- You can't just give up! H-help is almost here, okay?! We- We'll get you out of this! But please- Please say something, say anything!"
It took moments, so many moments, before something came. It weren't words however - just the feeling of his hand being gently squeezed in return. It wasn't a lot, and yet so overwhelmingly much.
"Okay! Okay, good! Good, just- just don't let go! Don't let go again, I'll stay with you, and- and you just don't let go!"
Shifting closer, the other arm wrapped around his shoulders, Egill rested his head just next to Loki's - if he did so, he was faintly able to make out the slow, yet continuous heartbeat, the shallow, raspy breathing, giving him this one last, tiny sense of safety. He could make it. He knew it.
He knew it when he felt Loki shift a tiny bit himself, weakly melting into the embrace instead of fighting against it. And he was sure when Loki refused to let go, even when people started crowding and fussing, instead just giving once another small squeeze, accompanied by a moment in which Egill could now tell more of his old, genuine smile again.
Yes, he would make it, no doubt about that. Somehow, he always did.
Always.
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lareinenoir · 4 years
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∆ The Unwanted Marriage ∆
Loki × Reader
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Request:Hey dear! I loved your fic Monster. Could you please do some Loki x reader where they are in arranged marriage and Loki doesn't like her. But one day she got hurt by someone and he got in his super protective mode. And then some fluff. Please!!!!
Authors Note; HAD A BLAST writing this!!! Hope you all enjoy this Loki fluff! 💛
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"You don't have to kiss me when he says, 'you may now kiss the bride'. I don't want you to think you have to do that." Said Y/N
"Your attempting to make it sound like it was a requirement to begin with." He scoffs looking up from his pedistol. "I never planned on kissing you..."
Y/N continued to look straight ahead as the servants continued to hem and fix her dress. Her eyes watered a bit and her heart beat a little faster. He was angry with Y/N. Always had been. She never knew why, though. Their were rumors around the palace that he was broken. Still broken after the loss of his first love, two years ago.
Then his mother to the dark elves.
Loki made it clear that her (his former lover) name was to never be spoken. He was left to father their son, alone. The fact that she was forced to marry Loki, but now forced to be a mother as well. She hoped that for however long the marriage lasted, which was forever, that they could overcome their differences and practice raising his son together.
So, the day came to where Y/N and Loki, arm in arm walked down the isle. Y/N looked ahead because if she dare looked back she'd run. And when they stood hands held, she gave him a gentle smile. Maybe hoping he'd return it and give her a reason to look forward to this marriage. He did smile, but it was a forced one. His lips parted as he said, "I do." and Y/N did the same. "I do."
"You may now kiss the bride."
Everyone was cheering and Loki looked to Odin with a sly grin. "I think we'll save that for the consumation."
"Now introducing Lady, Y/N and Prince Loki of Asgard!" Shouted Odin.
And so it was. Or, so to speak. Loki and Y/N were walked to the room, maids, servants, ladies in waiting, lined up at their door with flowers and gifts for "after."
Y/N and Loki separated to opposite sides of the room. She sat at the vanity and he stood near the bay window staring outside with his hand behind his back. Y/N began to take down her hair, all the hair pins and needles.
"So, what do they expect us to do." She asked quietly, finger combing her hair.
"Wrong question." He stated "You," he habe her a sideways glance with emphasis on 'you' "want to know what were going to do. Because outside those doors they want to hear lavish moaning and witness me take your virginity. Usually their are people in the room to see it for themselves, but I convinced my father to give us our 'alone' time." He said bitterly
"What does the consumation symbolize? I've heard of it and I was promised my virginity to be taken when I was to be wed. My sister went on and on"
"Get to the point." He said coldy as he continued to stare outside down below.
"I mean...if it means nothing to you then...what does it mean, Loki?" Y/N asked
"To them, we are married. Under the Gods name we are married. The consumation means, that to us, we are one. When we consumate a marriage it means we are truly in love and in it for the long run..." He said. The his eye snap towarda her and a little smirk appeara on his face as he scoffs. "I will not be sleeping with you, sharing a bed with you, because I do not love you. I have no love for you and I will never have love for you."
"You don't have to be so cruel. I see how you are with your son and I know how much he means to you. I see the way you look at him, you love him-"
"And because of him I chose to marry you! I agreed to this ridiculous marriage because of him! Because every boy...every boy deserves a mother. Every boy needs a mother. So that is your job. Be a mother to him." He said with a glare, his fingers pointed directly at her and she swallowed the lump in her throat.
"Nothing." She nodded "That's what we do, nothing? And what do we tell those people outside our doors?"
"Our marriage is none of their business." Loki said "If you find any opportunity to take on a lover then I may remind you to help discreet. Whispers around the palace about how my wife decided to be an idiot and-"
"I know the rules, Loki." Y/N spoke up rolling her eyes. She was getting a bit fed up with his attitude. "If the sides were swapped and you took on a lover...a mistress, you'd be commemorated. In the last thousand years Asgard has been a place where men can do as they please in regards to marriage." Y/N made clear standing to her feet and pushing her hair to the otherside of her shoulder. "You'd think they'd change that law for the many of women who were forced to give everything they have into a relationship that clearly wasn't wanted."
"You think I wanted this?" Loki scoffed walking closer to her and she sfiffed her neck and stood taller as he peered down at her with a scoff.
"We both don't want this!" She exclaimed her jaw tightening. "You...you clearly didn't have any hopes or dreams of the day you were to be wed. I was promised a life of love and happiness with someone who respects me-"
"You know nothing of what I dreamed!" Loki says between his teeth. "You don't know me at all." His finger now at her chest as she backed into the vanity with her hands on the counter.
"Don't hate me. That's all I ask." Y/N protested softly. Her lip began to quiver and her voice getting tighter as she held in her tears.
And so, that night they did nothing. They went to their respective corners and didn't speak for the rest of the night. Y/N and Loki didn't have a relationship really. At least in her opinion. Three months into their marriage, Loki would bid her a "good morning" followed by a "How did you sleep."
In which Y/N would reply, "Well. And you?"
"Same as it is every night."
Occasionally Loki would ask, "What brought you joy, today" And that was every once and a while when he was feeling friendly. Y/N didn't mind it. She sort of liked it. Loki was beginning to feel it too a bit.
They slept in separate rooms and sometimes on occasion Y/N would fall asleep in her new son's bed with a book on her chest and him in her arms. Loki would walk in to bid his son a goodnight and catch her asleep. He would smile to himself and then tuck them both in. Gently placing the covers over them and walking out the room.
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"I won't be here for bed time." Y/N explains as she sipped her tea.
"And why do you feel the need to express that in my direction?" He asked sarcastically as they continued to eat breakfast.
"For once Loki, at least attempt to listen before opening your mouth to speak." Y/N challenged making Loki clear his throat and set his fork down, giving her his full attention.
"Pardon me...I'm all ears." He grinned with a roll of his eyes.
"I won't be here because a few of the ladies and I are going out." She says appearing from behind the little divider. Loki gulped and stared at her. His wife was wearing a very revealing outfit.
"You look like one of the women at the Brothel." He commented taking his eyes off Y/N and looking to the side.
"For one night I am going to enjoy myself. You aren't going to take my joy, Loki." Y/N stated taking off the little crown and grabbing her cloak. "Read a story to him tonight and warm Goats milk. He likes it better than the cow." She giggled
He rolled his eyes and sighed as she walked out. "Just...just be careful. The dance festivals can get out of hand. I wouldn't...um- well- I just want you to safe." He warned.
As if he cared and Y/N sort of loved that. In his bitter way, Loki had been issuing sweet and concerned little comments here and there. The kind that would make a girl blush and her eyes dart to the deck so she didn't have to look him in the eye. And sometimes she'd catch a little smile on the corner of his mouth, so Y/N didn't hate him as much. There was still a warm spot in his heart no matter how much he tried to push it down.
Last week, Y/N put her hair in a different style. A nice half up half down with gold beads and it grabbed his attention. "The hair jewelry suits you, Y/N."
Then a couple more times later on in the week, Loki told Y/N "Thank you for telling my son stories. He has sweet dreams when he sleeps."
Loki laid his son to sleep and decided since he wasn't tired, he'd stay awake with a book of his own. It was only reading...reading the history of Asgard. The thickest book in the library, besides his mothers spell books. He knew the history. Page to page, but maybe just once more. At least that's what he told himself. Loki was waiting for Y/N to return home. He sat in her bedroom on the chair near the fire place waiting to hear those lovely footsteps enter the door.
"What are you doing in my room?" Y/N asked, stumbling across Loki's head resting in his hand as he blinked his eyes open.
"Y/N!" He exclaimed trying to get the sleep out of his eyes. The book is shut and he rushed to his feet. "You're back."
"I am." She said with the hood of her cloak on her head. She spoke in a low voice and faced somewhat in the opposite direction. "Could you leave? I'd really like to get some rest. It's rather late...or early in the morning." She said walking to the door as if to lead him out.
He narrowed his brow at Y/N and reached out to touch her face. "Y/N...your face..." He was referring to the bit of red near her lip and cheek as it began to turn purple.
Y/N grabbed onto his hand to stop him, revealing scratches and burns on her knuckles and palms. "Stop!" She said still attempting to kick him out.
"Y/N, what the hell-"
"Please...get out." She says walking away from him hiding her hands a bit. "I'm fine, please just go."
"Who hurt you?" He asked, jaw clenching tight as she continued to ignore him. "I said, who. Hurt. You."
Y/N was too tired to explain. She really did just want to rest. The constant nagging about what happened during the festival, by Loki, was driving her crazy. "It was an accident." She almost shouts spinning on her heel to give him an aggravated glare.
He rushed at her, his hand, yet again, reaching to touch her bruises. "What kind of accident!" He roars, looking at her injuries with dismay. Y/N saw the fire in his eyes and he began to shutter.
"It was my fault. OK? I wasn't watching where I was going and I ran into his cart. I fell and that's it"
"Name! I want his name!" Loki said pacing back and forth. "What's his name"
"I don't know." She said with a little giggle. Y/N was more amused at how upset he was than anything. "Calm down"
"No! If you don't know his name, then I'll find him myself. I'll search-"
"Don't you think you're being a wee bit dramatic?" Asks Y/N with a sarcastic smile, still in disbelief. "I said it was an accident. Why all if a sudden-"
"Because!" He shouted and she tensed up a bit as her eyes widens. Loki finally took in a few breaths and closed his eyes to try and find the right words. "Because, I need you."
It echoed through her ears rapidly. Why? She wanted to ask, but she sort of knew. Y/N just wanted to hear him say it. Her legs shifted position and Loki bit his lip.
"I need you because I have no one." He shook his head. "I have no one left, Y/N. Besides my brother...you are all I have left."
She waltzed toward him with a bit of a gentle smile on her lips. She felt his pain and reached out to touch him as if to take some of it away. Y/N felt his arms creep around her waist, pulling her close and Loki bit his lip. He knew she understood.
"I'm not going anywhere." She whispers as their noses touch and her eyes close as she put her hands on either side of his face. Loki felt his grin radiating off him and nodded.
"I'll be forgiving this time." he said to her, eyes staring at her bruises and he brought Y/N hand to his lips, kissing her palm gently with his eyes still fixated on her. She got goosebumps and looked down. "Don't let anyone else hurt you, for as next time, I won't be so forgiving."
The End
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icybarnes · 4 years
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Loki x FrostGiant!ReaderChild
Just some cute fluff below!
Several years passed, I turned 11. Just like any other 11 year old I ventured out to the play ground to swing. Kicking my legs restlessly--my mother always said I had too much energy. Like a rabbit. Gray clouds formed in the sky, circling around the school as if they were waiting for the right time to make it rain. I sighed, "You seem rather annoyed, child." A smooth voice spoke up from behind causing me to jump off the swing. Immediately turning around, a growl climbed up my throat but I hadn't let it escape. "Relax, I mean no harm."
I didn't know that, I didn't know if I should trust that. Being taught everyone could hurt you was a very hard time in the real world. "I'm not annoyed. It gets boring around here, not having friends stink. No one likes me because I'm weird." The man was tall, thin, long black hair, on his right cheek was a small cut. He seemed off, something about him seemed 'not human'. With no word said he reached out grabbing ahold of the swing, glancing down at it, motioning for me to sit. As I did he began to push me, gently.
"You are weird? I see nothing off about you, child. You seem to be overreacting, much like most humans do." The man spoke up, continuing to push me. I kicked my legs listening to his words, a frown appearing on my lips, grabbing onto the chain I jumped off mid air. Landing on my feet I crossed my arms gazing up at him. He raised a brow in interest.
"That's not true! My step father says I'm weird! He says I'm a freak." With a loud 'humph' I plopped down on my butt in the dirt, grumbling to myself. The man sighed rolling his eyes making his way over to me, kneeling down. "He says I don't belong here, I should be locked up like they did to my real mama!"
That perked an interest to the god, tilting his head rubbing my back he smiled, "What could you mean by that, child? Your mother is at home, correct?"
Shaking my head violently I shot my gaze up to meet his piercing eyes, "No, no. She's not my real Mama. She's my fake mama. My real mama was...the bad men took her away in a cage when I was small..." I trailed off, "She's not a freak!" Snapping I yanked away from the trickster, climbing to my feet clenching my jaw. As I stared at the tall male his eyes seemed to grow wide in surprise/shock or maybe fear, no, it wasn't fear. He didn't seem like the type to get afraid easily, not like my classmates.
The man cleared his throat, "Child, what's your name?" His hand rested upon my shoulder in a comforting sort of way, only to me I wanted to shake it off.
I huffed, "I'm not supposed to talk to strangers."
He sighed mumbling something to himself before responding, "Fine, I'll tell you my name if you tell me yours. My name is Loki." My eyes glistened growing wide.
"The Loki? The one who—" I was nearly bouncing with excitement gazing up at the male with such happiness.
"Yes, that Loki. That's me. Now, tell me your name, Child." Clearly he was losing his patience but I couldn't notice, I never noticed when someone was growing impatient with me.
"My name is [Y/N]," I said cheerfully, climbing to my feet. "And I'm special." Loki smiled (forcefully?), rubbing my shoulder guiding me closer to him.
"I'd say you are very special. Tell me, can you do that thing again with your eyes?"
I stopped, tilting my head to the side gazing up at him in such confusion. What thing with my eyes? Did he mean the thing my mum did? My real mom did. "I don't know if that's a good idea, my mom used to do it. But people got hurt."
Loki rubbed the middle of my back smiling softly, kneeling down to meet eye level, "I'll make sure you won't hurt anyone. Show me."
Nodding gently I closed my eyes gripping onto my loose shirt, as I opened my eyes I looked up at the god. Loki seemed happy enough, to me I had no idea why he was so happy. Or excited so it seemed.
Loki stared into the little child's dark red eyes. Oh how did Odin miss this? A frost giant child walking among earth. A frost giant was living on earth. How did Heimdall miss this? "I know what you are, [Y/N]."
My heart skipped a few beats, would I finally get some answers? Some solid answers? "Really? What am—" Then Loki's eyes changed, his skin turning a cold blue color. Shocked I stepped back eyes growing wide, "Am I that? That...that's—"
"Monstrous?" Loki pipped up.
"So cool!" I grinned ear from ear grabbing ahold of Loki's wrist, "What's it called?"
Loki seemed confused and somewhat shocked at my response, he seemed to half expect me to think he was some monster. Most would if you looked like this. Most would run away and scream. But I did not.
"You are a Frost Giant, child."
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x-avavarts-x · 4 years
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A final fantasy fanfiction for my oc and her family.
Characters: Cor Leonis, Laura lucis caelum (my oc), Loqi Tummelt
Warning:
 My national language is not English. I apologize for spelling and grammar mistakes.
Summary:
When your flesh and blood are mixed with pain and you are nurtured with it, you dedicate your whole being to those who were trying to improve your suffering by touching their love. What's wrong with you? It does hurt to lose these loved ones, even thinking about it bothers you. At that time .. you grab everything to stop the destiny .. like a bird stuck in a cage and trying for freedom, you knock yourself on the door and the wall to find a way ... and if you find it. Nothing can stop you, even if it is a God!
Part 11:
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A few meters away from Laura's car, she had an argument with Loqi. Loqi was now a neutral man and Laura was trying to attract him, it was hard work, it didn't matter to Laura or Loki!
"I want you to accompany me on my mission!"
The words that came out of Laura's mouth surprised Loqi. He frowned and looked at her, who was about three or four centimeters taller than him:
" What mission?"
To keep Laura's secret a secret, she stared around for a moment and then looked at Loqi again:
"I have to get to Gralia for the crystal and open it!
Smil sat on Loqi's lips and then he laughed at Laura in a mocking manner:
" I thought the King of Lucis is Noctis! And of course, I thought this was only possible for the king, not the neutral princess!"
Laura's face did not change because she was used to those suspicions. She continued in a firm tone, just like a superior soldier:
" This is not to take over the government of Noctis! This is to save the land! My goal is much higher than to break because of the words of people like you!"
This tone of her surprised Loqi. The girl's words were strange and Loqi was dying to understand what this goal was!
"tell me! I would like to know what is the purpose of taking you away from your brother!"
"Where should I trust you when you can tell it everywhere and stop me!"
"Because you risked your life to save me and my sister! This is very important to me !! Betrayal is not in my blood. I fight with honor, not with hypocrisy and humiliation! Tell me and see me with your companions! I just didn't promise to be able to cope with Cor !!!"
Laughter destroyed Laura's serious face and she returned to her usual state! Slowly, she tapped Loqi on the shoulder and took a step toward her car:
"Tell your sister to come by car, I'm waiting for you!"
"Can she stay here? I don't want to endanger her!"
Loqi said and caused Laura to stand in her place. She understood Loqi's sense, so she answered easily:
"Of course!! You can take her to camp or put her here with Monica! Go and say goodbye and come!"
Laura had tried to leave, but Loqi took her arm to stand! She turned to Loqi without being upset:
"Yes?"
Loqi's pause did not last. After a few moments, he repeated his question:
"What do you want to do, princess?"
A faint frown settled between Laura's eyebrows. She turned her head and stared at the ground. There was no doubt about achieving her goal! Without looking at Loqi, she replied:
" I want to kill Bahamut!"
Loqi's eyes widened in surprise and he let go of Laura's hand. Her words did not smell of betrayal to the gods, her goal was exactly betrayal !!
"You are from the blood of the Gods! Your faith must be greater than ordinary people! How can you talk about killing Bahamut !!"
Laura's tone did not change. Her voice was quiet and her words were shocking! She raised her head so she could look at Loqi as he spoke:
"I'm an infidel !!"
Silence sat on Loqi's lips in surprise. He looked around a bit to digest the idol and then stared at Laura:
"A god-born infidel?"
"I'm just infidel about Bahamut! I know it's weird, but I want to get rid of it! I'm sure he knows and throws a lot of stones in my way to stop me, but I will run away from all his actions!"
" You lost your mind !!"
Silence reigned for a while between the both of them. Laura's tone slowed slightly. She tilted her head toward the horizon and stared at the rising sun:
"You're going to die to keep Aurora ... aren't you?"
She stared at Loqi again:
" I lost my father .. because of you ... I can't lose Noctis either .. just because a great power has said he must die!"
She pointed her finger at Loqi's lips because she guessed he wanted to ask, but Laura didn't want to answer him !! Her action silenced Loqi. Only to Laura's eyes that anger and hatred and power. He stared inside them. Laura, who had reached the desired silence, put her hands in her pockets, raised her head a little:
"I am fighting to protect my family! I'm fighting to keep my brother! Nothing can stop me ... even Bahamut!"
In front of Loqi's eyes, Laura stepped towards Leonis' daughter! That didn't look like his father at all! At that moment, he could easily stop thinking and hating Cor! Because his mind was on Laura! That woman .. !! It wasn't something Loqi imagined! Miles away from Loqi's expectations! He was sure that the reason for asking for his help was not that she wanted to ask for the price of what she had done! When Loqi told her that his work smelled of betrayal of Noctis, Larua's tone changed! And now Loqi knew what Laura's goal was .. !! And it was really a big goal .. what if she succeeded !!
"She will be a commander, a commander in the face of a storm of problems!"
An anonymous woman's voice made Loqi turn back quickly. A woman with black hair and closed eyelids. Her smile is all over
It was calm, but Loqi didn't know the woman! That's why he tried to ignore it!
"Who are you ?!"
"Listen to the call of your heart .. and rest assured .. the commander will not allow her people to be sacrificed for her own personal purpose !!
Gentiana was in payment of Loqi, but Loqi didn't know it was so important that Gentiana came to him! He turned his head to see Laura, what kind of commander was she? He turned his head towards the woman to understand what he had heard with a faint frown. But the woman's vacancy shocked him. This was normal life for Lucian, but not for Loqi! He dyed his golden hair and went back to the tents to tell Aurora what he was going to do! But before he could reach Aurora, Laura's voice noticed him:
"Hey, Loqi?"
He stood up and stared at Laura:
" Yes, princess?"
A faint smile settled on Laura's lips. This respect that Loqi gave her was lovable. He pointed to her car:
" I'm going to hammerhead. I have to put adamentoise here so that Cindy can be taken care of and washed it.
Loqi's gaze was just staring at Laura. These Lucian are very interesting for their cars. Adamentoise ... the car had a name !!! Apart from this, should the car be inspected? He said nothing and let Laura continue:
"When your airship arrives, come follow me. I'm Waiting!"
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Hammered:
The teapot lifted the coffee pot and filled the large, black cup! To serve two people, he always made coffee like this, for his dear friend who had now reached eternal peace ... and for his dear daughter, he lifted the cup and went to the black and bitter coffee next to the stairs without any other taste. He could see Laura from above talking to Cindy about her car! He walked slowly down the stairs and addressed Laura:
"Reggy used to tell me this many years ago! He was also annoyed that Regalia would scratch or scratch his engine."
Laura and Cindy's gaze turned to cid! At the urging of Cid, his lovely grandson left the garage, albeit with brief respect for the princess!
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Laura's smile settled on her face. She took the cup of coffee from Cid's hand and put the chair on him regularly so that he could sit down! When Laura sat on another chair, Cid's gaze turned to the picture frame on the table. He took it in his arms and smiled faintly:
"Reggy and Clarus children left their children for me! Children who are constantly in danger!"
He placed the photo frame and looked at Laura, who was drinking her coffee in peace. He slowly got up and stood in front of her. He loosened the edge of his hat slightly upwards and broke the silence again:
" The path you took is full of danger for Laura ..!"
Cid's sentences were amazing for her. She raised her head so she could see Cid!
"Which route?"
Cid spoke again as he sat next to Laura.
" A princess does not give his weapon for no reason to be strengthened! The airship parked in front of my garage also shows what decision you have! Getting back the crystal is not the job of three people, Laura !! You have no power there !!"
Laura's gaze was fixed on the ground. She smiled confidently and drank some of her coffee to make her throat water again! She raised her head and stared at the sunlight that had crept in through the window and fallen into the garage floor:
"My dear uncle! I'm not going to take back the crystal."
She put the cup on the table and got up, put her hand in her still-wet hair to guide them back:
"Thanks for the coffee, thank you. See you soon!"
She bent down and kissed Uncle Cid's wrinkled cheek. She straightened her back and went to the door. But before she left the garage, her arm was captured by Cid. Slowly, she stood up and turned to him. Her surprised face in front of Cid On's eyes reminded him of the past. Laura was a lovely little girl. How you did forget where it came from. A smile on his dry face opened his seriousness. He took Laura's hands between his hands and squeezed:
"Dear heart ... I don't want to return to your place ... to be bad news. If one percent is not possible for you to succeed ... don't go!"
Laura's kind tone was unchanging. He squeezed Cid's hands and answered with a smile.
"When you Started making coffee tomorrow, I was back!!
Laura's confidence in her return shook Cid's heart even more. That girl was more stubborn than listening to Cid and not. When Laura had a goal, it was impossible for her to pass that goal to keep her chin .. just like her father. She may have been significantly different from Regis in terms of behavior, but her daughter's nature was of her father. Something less common in Noctis. Noctis was not timid, this was not Cid's opinion! Although Cid did not know the boy, he showed fewer morals than his father compared to Laura, perhaps he was not in his position or maybe he was less experienced and younger than Laura, and it was not yet developed in him to show whether it was worth it. Whether he is like his father or not.
He lowered his brimmed hat so no one could see. Not only his eyes but also the tears that penetrated his eyes because of his friends' nostalgia.
After a few days of stress and straining, Laura now felt light. Dirty stains had cleared from her face, and the fresh, clean clothes made her feel light. She had no troubled heart for himself, but her heart trembled at the saw Cor fell in asleep. The smile faded from her face and she stopped in the distance from her car. Laura's troubled heart was so strong that her breath was slowly released. She didn't know why, but she saw Cor in great danger!
"Aren't you waking him up ??"
Loqi's voice reached Laura's ear in time. Because she could reject those headless thoughts that had suddenly invaded her brain! She turned her head towards Loqi and answered in a quiet voice:
"I want him rest!"
This sentence of her drowned Loqi in happiness! that's better!! He could not be tolerated Cor in any way in the position of a colleague!
"So let him sleep an let's go!"
But contrary to Loqi's thoughts and pleasures, Laura went to the car and opened its door. She turned to Loqi and lowered her voice:
"Can you give order to your long MT to transfer Cor to the airship?"
The smoke rose from Loqi's head, so nervous that his frown quickly dissipated. He didn't raise his voice, but his tone quickened:
" What do you want him to do? Let's go. His daughter is with us, let's not tolerate him anymore!"
Laura's frown didn't go away. She nodded to MT and, looking at Loki, realized that he had to fulfill! At that moment, it was easy to read the misery from Loqi's point of view, he had no choice, so he ordered his MT to do it. He wanted to hit Cor's head on the car and laugh in his heart. But when MT went to Laura's car, she appeared with a point warp next to him, slowly bowed her head and whispered in his ear:
"If he Wakes up, I'll cut your head!'
Contrary to his inner desire and, of course, with a long pause, Loqi turned to MT to order him to transfer Mr. Immortal with caution! However, he enjoys it if he throws it on the ground. Or he would hit his head on the car but he would be afraid of Laura! Aside from the knowledge he had about Laura and her nature, her frown was scary !!
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