#it is winking at you! the sun is winking flirtatiously at earth. wink back

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it's cute really, how excited humans get when the sky blinks

#it is winking at you! the sun is winking flirtatiously at earth. wink back

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Stargazing

Wanda Maximoff x fem!Odinson!Reader

Summary: the six times you embarrass yourself in front of Wanda Maximoff, and the one time you impress her.

Warnings: None! all fluff

Word Count: 8.6k

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Terra, Midgard, Earth. All are among the names of the small planet that apparently, you’ve been called too. You know of both your brothers’ fascination with the place and its inhabitants. Humans, you believe they’re called.

Personally you’ve never had any interaction with the terrene, but the stories brought back by Thor of his travels there and the amusing nature of humans happened to peak your interest.

Unfortunately you’ve never had the time or warrant to go, your brother’s might providing sufficient power to defend the tiny planet. Today though, luck just happens to be in your favor when you’re informed of his new quest: chasing knowledge of the infinity stones across the galaxy.

It’s a beautiful day on Asgard, as it always is, the sun shining happily upon your home and its people. A gentle breeze swishes the golden cape you adorn back and forth as you make your way towards the Bifrost where Heimdall is expecting you. The light glints pleasantly off of the light silver of your armor, the darker blues that accent it contrasting nicely.

There’s some mission waiting for you on some allied planet of Asgard. Negotiations, politics, diplomatic relations, etc. are all part of keeping the Nine Realms in order, and you’re Odin’s chosen one to handle it all. As the god of light, joy, and purity you radiate a natural beauty and charm that gives you the ability to, say, persuade any rivals of your father’s into benefiting the king.

In other words you’re his little errand girl tasked with mopping up any of the All-Father’s messes, of which there are plenty. He’s most definitely not well known for his graciousness or patience. It’s not ideal, show ponying around in order to maintain peace, but your job is necessary for the preservation of Asgard. Your work of amity and harmony has gained you a reputation as the golden girl of Asgard, a figurehead for beauty and allure, a juxtaposition to your brother Loki, and a parallel to Thor.

Might you occasionally take advantage of this draw? Perhaps, but where would be the fun of possessing this power of magnetism if you couldn’t use it to attract some attention? In this way you are also known as a bit of a player, as you would come to know it on Earth. This label doesn’t bother you much, in fact it only seems to increase your larger than life prestige, somehow making people even more enamored by you.

Case in point, as you stride into the domed Bifrost a guard comes crashing into you from around the corner, causing you both to fall to the ground. You’re quicker on your feet than the other lady, who, as you offer your hand to help her up, is quite beautiful. She has black hair that looks impossibly soft on top of her head and round brown eyes that stare up at you in surprise. You flash her a disarming grin as you help her up, one that works to fluster her as she looks down to brush imaginary dirt from her clothes.

“I’m sorry, I wasn’t watching where I was going,” she apologizes quickly, her face reddening from a mix of embarrassment and bashfulness.

“It’s quite alright,” you assure, nodding your head and offering a flirtatious smirk upon noticing how easily the woman blushes. “Just be more careful next time, I wouldn’t want anything to happen to that pretty face of yours.” A wink this time for good measure, sending her off after her friend down the bridge. You make a mental note to find the name of that guard later, and to pay her a visit when you do.

“When you’re done trying to seduce another guardswoman will you get over here,” a deep voice calls out from the center of the room.

“I’m just having a moment of fun before I go off to talk politics for the next few days. It’s boring, Heimdall. And I need something to look forward to when I get back.” A shrug accompanies your words as you cross the space toward him, the pair of daggers along your belt jostling as you move.

“Actually, you’re going to Midgard. Thor has requested your assistance with keeping watch over the people there. He’s departing soon and wants you to take over for him.”

At that you cock an eyebrow, this could prove to be at least mildly interesting. While the planet is far behind the majority of the galaxy technologically speaking, and its inhabitants are rather tiny, there has to be a reason for your brother’s fondness of the place; a hidden charm that you want to seek. “What are we waiting for then? I’ve got a planet to defend.”

He shakes his head at you as he opens the Bifrost, “Oh, and did I mention I’m dropping you into the middle of a fight?”

“What!?” You turn to him with an incredulous look on your face, barely glimpsing the devious smirk on his before you’re hurtling through the portal.

One

Unprepared for the landing, you crash into the ground in a flash of burning light, which thankfully clears some of the space around you as you fall onto your face. “Not cool Heimdall,” you mutter, shaking your head and getting on your feet.

You look around to see exactly where you are and what you’re dealing with. You’re in a city, one that looks terribly worse for wear as people run about, tripping over debris from the ruined buildings around you. A child stops and stares at you, and you realize how out of place you must look, standing alone in the middle of the war torn street, your shiny armor glaring harshly amidst the dust and smoke. Ash covers the sky, pulling a gray blanket over the atmosphere and you instantly miss the clear day back on Asgard.

Your little staring contest with the girl is broken when you spot something moving behind her, aiming to shoot her where she stands. “Watch out!” You yell as you lift your arm and allow a beam of white light to blast from your palm, melting a neat hole through the robot’s head.

“Are you okay?” You ask as you run up to the kid, putting your hands up to show you’re not going to hurt her. When all you receive is a blank look in return, you realize that wherever you are they don’t speak English, giving you no way to verbally communicate with her. “Um, just. Here.” You hold your hand out for her to take and together you run through the town, with you shooting down robots as you go.

There seems to be an endless amount of the droids, and you constantly have to maneuver the child behind you and out of harm’s way as you race down the street. It’s quieter over here though compared to where you’re headed, following the sound of gunfire as you’re eager to find your brother and figure out what is going on. Surely once you do he can explain everything and you can deposit this small human into someone else’s custody.

Eventually you spot a red cape, similar to the one you wear through the chaos. “Brother!” You shout and wave your hand. He’s fighting off a horde of the androids, throwing his hammer around and leaving nothing but broken parts in his wake. Fighting next to him is a group of humans, all wearing colorful costumes and suits. You spot a man with a huge circular shield, one flying around in a metal suit, and even a giant green monster. At your call they all stop for a second and look at you as you rush toward them, child still in tow.

“Ah, I see Heimdall got my message and sent you here. Good to see you sister,” Thor greets, grasping your forearm in acknowledgment.

“Thor, who is this?” The blonde beside him asks, chest heaving from the fight.

“Well this is my sister, Y/N Odinson.”

At the mention of your relation to your brother the man stills, eyeing you with wariness. You’re confused until you remember Loki’s attack on Midgard a few years ago. This must be one of Earth’s champions who had fought him off.

“I’m here to help,” you insist, pointing to the frightened child you’ve collected on the way. “Look, I've brought you one of your younglings.” A beaming smile overtakes your face as you transfer the girl over to the soldier’s care.

“I’m sorry, am I interrupting something?” A synthetic voice rings from the air above you, and you finally notice the giant robot hovering over the group. “I was kind of in the middle of my big villain speech,” he snarks, arms held out in annoyance.

Puzzling out that that’s what you’re here to stop, you turn to him, overconfidence flowing from your posture as you yell, “Hi, I don’t think we’ve met, I’m Y/N!” As you so kindly introduce yourself you launch white hot light from your hand, searing the metal of his chest.

“You Odinsons are bothering me,” he spits, flying toward you. You unleash two beams as he nears, starting to melt his body. But he’s too fast and you’ve barely begun to make a dent before he seizes your shoulders and throws you across the street.

The Avengers all watch in shock as you go flying through the air, crashing into a building a hundred yards away.

Among them is a brunette witch with magic of a scarlet shade.

Thor’s words mark the resuming of the battle. “She’ll be fine.”

And that was your first impression on Wanda Maximoff.

Two

After a couple weeks of living and training with the Avengers you quickly realize that somehow you’ve managed to find the one person impervious to your magical charm. And unfortunately for you, it’s also the one person here that you have any interest in pursuing.

It’s not like she dislikes you persay, just more like she only speaks to you only enough to be polite. It’s a ‘hello’ in the hallway or a passing nod when you happen to be in the same room. She pays you no mind and it confuses you, hell you’d have more luck with her brother.

The two of you get along scarily well, your flirtatious and carefree nature lining up perfectly. And because of the time you spend together, and his twin intuition with his sister, it doesn’t take him long to figure out your little crush on the witch.

He notices how your eyes linger on her in ways they don’t on anyone else and how you’re constantly trying to strike up a conversation with her. And he finds it absolutely hilarious that she’s able to brush off each of your attempts at gaining her attention like it’s nothing. Equally amusing is your confusion each time she walks off oblivious to your advances.

You have good reason to be confused though. In all of your encounters with well, anyone, you’d never met someone who wasn’t swayed by your beauty. You’d normally walk into a room and effortlessly capture the attention of everyone there, your charisma and ability to radiate joy making you supernaturally desirable.

Her own magic must be working to block yours out. And you did not find that anywhere near as amusing as the speedster beside you.

You’re both in the gym, you serve as a moving punching bag for him as he rushes at you with inhuman speed and tries to land blow after blow on you. The goal is to get you to the ground. A task that you know to be near impossible for the boy circling you. Your own ‘super’ Asgardian strength and speed combined with your invulnerability to all of his jabs makes you a pillar of stone, and him, a fly.

It’s rather amusing for you and a good exercise for him though as he rushes at you in an attempt to tackle you, but you sidestep the blur, causing him to smack into the wall. “Too slow, Maximoff,” you tease, playfully shaking your head at him as you mock chastise him.

As he gears up for another run at you, someone walking into the room catches your attention. It’s Wanda, and she looks as stunning as ever with her hair pulled back and workout clothes on. She notices you watching her and turns her enchanting green eyes on you, offering a small smile as she does.

Completely caught up in the girl’s gaze you don’t notice your training partner barreling directly into you. His momentum gained from his running start from across the room is enough to send you both flying across the room, tumbling over each other as you slide to a halt.

“Ha ha! I told you I’d get you! The mighty Asgardian has fallen,” he dramatically yells as he prances around your bewildered figure on the floor. That is until he notices his sister by the entrance of the gym. A devious smirk finds its way onto his face now as he looks between you and her, connecting the dots. “Ohhh.” And you can practically see his mind coming up with a new plan to expose your crush on the girl.

You’ve never been quicker to get up and rush over to the speedster, clapping a hand over his mouth right as it opens again. His hair is blown to the side from the force of the wind generated from your speeding by him.

“Pietro, I swear. Think very carefully about your next words,” you warn, desperation in your eyes as you stare him down.

He nods, miming zipping his lips as best he can with your hand in the way and you slowly remove it, trusting him to stay quiet.

You move to leave the room, and just as you’re  about to make your exit you hear him call from the other side of the room.

“Sestra! Y/N wants to ask you out!”

You whip around, mouth agape in astonishment. No he did not. She turns to you, a question in her eyes and your face heats up in embarrassment, a red color creeping up your neck all the way to your cheeks. You see the boy who was supposed to be your friend laughing out of the corner of your vision as you stand there completely caught off guard.

Having no idea what to do, you run out of the room, you’d deal with this later.

You’d left in such a hurry you hadn’t even noticed the girl watching you with an adoring look on her face. She’d never noticed how cute you were before.

Three

Another thing that greatly confuses you about Earth is its technology. It isn’t very advanced, but way overly complicated in your opinion. Especially when you just want to get something to eat. You find yourself in the cooking room, you can’t remember the name they have for it, and you’re rummaging through all of the drawers and cabinets, looking for something to fill your growling stomach.

You also have no idea what any of these foods are or how they’re meant to be prepared or what they taste like. Oh no. You finally open a cabinet and find a box labeled Pop-Tarts. Pietro had introduced you to these a few days ago and you found them delightfully sugary. The perfect snack.

You open them up and start to eat one, and it’s good, but it feels like something is missing. Oh that’s right, he had made them warm when he gave one to you before, but you can’t remember how he had done so. You glance around the room, eyes finding a number of strange machines that could possibly be the one he had used.

There’s two box-like ones inserted into the wall, one smaller than the other, and both with doors on them. You open both of them, completely unaware of the brunette watching you from across the room as you continue on your quest to heat your snack.

She stifles a laugh as you press all of the buttons on the microwave and the oven, accomplishing nothing with a half eaten Pop-Tart placed in between your teeth.

After Pietro’s little stunt, interactions between you and her had become both more awkward and more frequent. She wants to get to know you more now, but everytime she talks to you you freeze up and end up leaving the room.

You aren’t sure what’s wrong with you, and it frustrates you that your lifetime of flirting and charming half the galaxy seems to disappear whenever she’s near. Normally, you’d be able to enchant whoever you desire with ease, many people, men and women alike back on Asgard being able to testify to such. But whenever you’re confronted with talking to her, you find yourself stuck, all your usual tricks evaporating into the tense air around you. Then your opportunity passes and you curse your brain for stalling out on you again.

Wanda finds it endearing, your big dog attitude dissolving at the sight of her. She thinks it’s cute whenever your eyes go wide and you blush, clumsily leaving the room before she can properly speak to you. Those feelings only grow as she watches you fumble your way around the kitchen, inspecting each appliance before using it wrong, and then moving onto the next one. You remind her of a lost puppy, trying to navigate a new world.

She also can’t help but notice the tight shirt you’re wearing, and the way it hugs your back and shoulders nicely, showing off your lean, but muscled frame. You must be taking fashion advice from Steve.

It’s when you stick your fingers inside the toaster after plugging it in that she steps in. She knows it’s not likely you’d be able to get hurt, but she’d like to prevent you from getting electrocuted today. “Hey do you need some help?”

You startle, yanking your fingers out of the new metal box you’d found on the counter and turning to look at who had spoken. When you find an all too familiar face looking at you in amusement, her hair falling in long waves across her shoulders you grimace. Of course it had to be her giving witness to you stumbling around the cooking room like an idiot.

“No.” You try to play it cool, like you hadn’t just been wandering from device to device, playing with switches and pressing buttons at random. And you still haven’t figured out how to fix the box of pastries sitting on the counter.

She fixes you with a look that says “really” and you relent, sighing in defeat. “Your people’s food machines are being difficult.”

She laughs at your blaming the appliances and you can’t help but think that it’s the most wonderful sound you’ve ever heard; and you’re instantly addicted. You want to hear her laugh, to see her smile all the time, and you want to be the reason behind her joy.

“Here. Just take one and put it in the slot,” she explains, grabbing a Pop-Tart and slipping it into the toaster. “Set it to a low number,” she puts it on two, “and push this down.” You watch as the food drops down into the machine and the insides start to glow orange.

“Thank you,” you laugh nervously, slightly embarrassed that she had to help you with such a simple task.

“Anytime,” she replies, looking into your eyes and you think you’ve found what you’ve been searching for right there as you gaze into her soul.

And then the moment ends, your snack popping up from the toaster and breaking the silence around you.

Four

You’d heard about the infamous Tony Stark despite not having seen him since the battle against the giant robot named Ultron. From what the team told you he was kind of like one of the leaders of the team, funding the entire compound you live in and designing everyone’s suits and weapons. Kind of a big deal.

So that’s why you’re eager to impress him when he comes to visit the Compound one day.

Everyone is excited to see their teammate, who had stepped away from the superhero life for a while to take a much needed break. They’re also pleasantly surprised when he’s joined by Pepper, maybe he’d behave a little better with her to keep him in line.

You’re all waiting in the lounge area when the couple walks in, the billionaire asking with his usual arrogance, “Did you miss me? Of course you did.”

The team starts up the usual conversation, Tony asking how things are going without him and the others wanting to know civilian life is. Well as civilian as things can be with Iron Man that is.

Feeling a little out of place within the group who’d worked together for years, you hang out in the corner, not wanting to step away in fear of being rude. The tall redhead notices your quiet form standing awkwardly away from the conversation and moves to introduce herself. “Hi, I’m Pepper. I don’t believe we’ve met before,” she says with a smile, reaching out to shake your hand.

You take it, a grateful grin on your face as you tell her your name. Upon hearing your surname she lights up in recognition, “You’re Thor’s sister?”

“Yep, I’m an Odinson through and through,” you say, happy to talk about your family and your home. Although you hadn’t quite processed how much you miss your brother and how homesick you’ve become. You like Midgard, you do, but sometimes you want nothing more than to travel home for a few days. To be back among your own people.

The woman notices your distant look and asks, “Are you alright?”

“Yes, of course Lady Pepper,” you snap back to reality, hoping that you hadn’t offended her by spacing out. Worried that you had done something wrong you hurriedly add, “Let me just tell you that you are a babe.”

At your words the entire room goes silent, everyone turning to you in shock. The woman you had been talking to just stares at you, wide-eyed and confused, had you meant what you just said? Wanda looks at you too, a different expression painted onto her face. She knows you’re a flirt and have somewhat of an ego sometimes, but hitting on Pepper Potts? Surely you had to know how out of pocket that was. A third person stifles a snicker from his seat across the room. He may have taught you that word, but without the correct context, and you had just played right into his prank. As you take in the array of disbelief and incredulity on everyone’s faces you begin to think that maybe you had messed up.

“I’m sorry, what did you just call her?” Tony asks, clearly insulted by what you had just said. You back up into the wall as he advances on you, an accusing finger pointing at your face.

“Um,” you stutter, at a loss for words as you can feel the anger radiating from the man in front of you. “A babe?”

“Yea, no. That’s not going to fly mini Thor.”

“I’m sorry Son of Stark, but I was told that was what you call beautiful women here,” you explain. “I'm starting to get the feeling that that’s not correct,” you grimace, letting him know it was an accident, whatever you had just called her.

He shakes his head now in exasperation and turns toward the group watching the exchange, allowing you to relax against the wall. “Alright, who was teaching Luke Skywalker incorrect slang?” You’d earned the nickname after he noticed your powers affect things much like a lightsaber, and you just kind of gave off those vibes.

He studies the crowd of faces around the room, picking out the one that looks more amused by the interaction than anything else. “Wilson. It was you wasn’t it?”

At being found out he doesn’t bother to hide his grin anymore, admitting to teaching you that calling someone ‘babe’ was just an innocent way to compliment a woman’s appearance. “Yea, but you can’t tell me that that wasn’t funny. Come on!”

Tony does not seem entertained, although it’s exactly the kind of joke he’d pull on someone else without blinking twice. He’s just not happy that he’s the one being played this time.

You look down in embarrassment, Wanda’s sympathetic eyes on you the entire time.

Five

Apparently, the time has been long overdue for a famous Stark party and the man himself has invited all of you to what has now been reverted back to Stark tower for a ‘small get-together’.

As you walk in, the endless chatter from the huge crowd of people, the clink of dozens of glasses, and the music being boomed from speakers along the walls slaps you in the face.

Small get-together my ass.

It doesn’t matter much either way to you though, the parties back on Asgard could easily reach volumes double this, and you’d been navigating the social world for centuries.

Your original plans have to do with Wanda by your side as you converse with the many humans who had been eagerly waiting for the arrival of the famed Avengers, but those are dashed when you see her brother sidle up protectively against her, and steer her away from the bulk of the crowd. That alone wasn’t going to stop you from still joining them, but as you turn to follow after the pair, a different arm seizes yours and begins to drag you into the sea of people.

You pivot to see who was responsible for your abrupt change in direction, your eyes settling on the man of the hour. The faint scent of alcohol and overwhelming stench of expensive cologne hits your nose as he looks at you. “Did you really think I’d just let you slink off into the corner and hide the entire night? No, no. I promised a bunch of lovely people they would be able to meet our newest recruit tonight, and I do not intend to let them down. Maybe if you’re lucky you can leave here tonight with one, or two I don’t discriminate.” He sends you a wink with that last comment and based on his animated attitude and wild gesturing you take it he’s already had a fair amount to drink.

Your dress shoes clap along the floor as you’re pulled into the throng, immediately being swarmed by a mob of overeager mortals. You scowl at the host of the party as he slips away, mouthing ‘good luck’ as he disappears.

“Is it true that you’re Thor’s younger sister?”

“What kind of powers do you have?”

“Tell us about Asgard! Is everyone there ultra good looking, or does it just run in the family?”

You quickly tire of the incessant line of questions, it seemed a lot of these people are reporters, or just fans, or maybe both. All of them are talking at you more than talking to you though, and it bothers you greatly, so you run off, telling them you have to go to the restroom.

You head there anyhow, finding a moment of peace as you stand back away from the roar of the party. Your head settles in your hand as you close your eyes and methodically massage your temples. You’re supposed to be impervious to headaches, but your mind feels seconds away from exploding.

Footsteps alert you to someone nearing your makeshift sanctuary and you hurriedly spin around to face the sinks and roll up your sleeves, pumping your hand full of soap right as the door opens. You don’t bother to see who it is as you wash your hands, mentally preparing for going back out there and facing the crowd.

You make your way over to the bar where a certain redhead is mixing drinks, dodging everyone who tries to grab your attention on the way. You let out a huff as you sit down, and noticing your exasperated state she clears the counter of any other stragglers.

“Leave it to Stark to throw a party tumultuous enough to tire a mighty Asgardian.” She gestures out to the huge area packed with people and you shake your head, the mere thought of going back out there stressing you out.

“I wish I could get drunk, but I’m afraid your alcohol is nowhere near strong enough to affect me.” You throw a wistful glance toward the rows of bottles behind Natasha as a knowing smirk spreads across her face.

“Well Odinson, you just might be in luck.” You watch her, wondering why she has to be so damn mysterious all the time as she ducks under the counter, searching for something. She reappears, a flask in hand. It looks completely unassuming, its contents probably nothing you couldn’t find in one of the many bottles in Stark’s collection. She pushes it toward you now and you take it, unscrewing the cap and taking a cautious whiff. “You’re welcome by the way. I had to hide that so the guys wouldn’t kill themselves trying to drink it.”

You smile when you realize what it is. Asgardian ale. Your brother must have brought some over last time he was here, and now you’re going to be stealing the leftovers. “Thank you Natasha. You have just saved my night,” you tell her as you take a big swig from the bottle.

“No problem, kid.” She leans back, taking a sip from her colorful drink as well, apparently you aren’t the only one who needs a little help tolerating the evening.

“I’m older than you, you know,” you insist, a small frown warping your features as you raise your flask in her direction.

“You look and act like a college student,” she deadpans, which only serves to deepen your frown.

Instead of arguing back your eyes sweep the room, on the lookout for someone in particular. “Hey, have you seen Wanda?”

Cracking a slight smile at your antics, which only prove her previous point, she shrugs, nonchalantly moving over to the other side of the bar where Maria Hill waits.

“Hold on, hold on.” You get up from the barstool, staring after her, unnecessarily mysterious, you swear.

“Come on Natasha, don’t leave the poor girl hanging,” the well-dressed SHIELD agent remarks upon seeing your pleading face and the sly smirk on her girlfriend’s.

Finally relenting, she gestures to a door up on the second level of the space. “I think I saw your crush head out to the balcony a few minutes ago.”

“I’m not a kid,” you mutter as you start to leave the bar, snatching the flask from the counter on the way. You’re halfway to the staircase when the redhead’s words dawn on you. “And she’s not my crush!”

You catch the pair laughing to each other before jogging up the stairs, eager to see your friend.

You push the door open, relieved to see that she really is out here, and that the former spy hadn’t tricked you for her own amusement.

She looks gorgeous, the pale moonlight highlighting her face as she stares up at the sky, a beer bottle clutched in one hand.

“You’re late.”

“Yea I know, believe it or not I’ve been trying to get to you all night, but Stark, he is smooth.” The cool breeze hits your face, and until now you hadn’t realized how warm it had been inside the tower. The night air is a welcome relief after being surrounded by way too many people for the last two hours.

“Well I hope you don’t mean he’s been flirting with you.” She raises a skeptical eyebrow at your choice of an excuse.

“No! No. Of course not. He just kept pushing me to talk to person after person, and I couldn’t catch a break.”

“Well I wouldn’t blame him, you look very dashing tonight Stargirl, purple is definitely your color.” A blush rises along your cheeks so you take another gulp from your drink, hiding your face behind the container. You'd been receiving compliments all night long, yet somehow hers is the first one that feels real, that makes you want to give her a million in return.

“Thank you, Wanda. I love your dress. The color, it compliments your eyes quite well.” You’ve moved to mirror her position now, arms resting against the railing as you both peer down at the busy city below, a view neither of you are used to.

“You know when I was little, I used to dream of a life in America. And now I’m here, and it still doesn’t feel real.” She doesn’t know where the admittance comes from, just that it’s a feeling she needed to get off of her chest, and that you’re easy to talk to, she feels comfortable here with you.

You nod your head, eyes still scanning the view before you; the cars racing down the street, couples strolling past block after block, the twinkle of lights from a thousand windows. “Do you miss your home?”

She sighs, but it lacks any heaviness or malice, it’s simply an exaggerated exhale as she thinks about her answer. “Sokovia… it wasn’t a place without troubles. In fact, it probably had more trouble than most places, especially when I was growing up.”

You watch her face as she speaks, how it grows sadder as she thinks more about her old home. You want to hug her, as if that would shield her from the forlorn memories, but you feel as if that gesture would be inappropriate now, so you settle for just being here for her. To listen as she explores her complicated feelings.

“But I do miss it, my parents mostly. How we managed to make the best of our situation, and how much love they had for me and Pietro.” Tears shine against her eyes now, threatening to create a stream down her face. As soon as the first one falls, she quickly wipes it away, shaking her head as if to clear the grief from her mind and taking a sip from her beer. “Enough about my home. Do you miss yours?”

The question takes you aback, even when it shouldn’t. You’d been talking about her home, it only makes sense that she’d ask you about yours. You’d just been so focused on how Wanda felt that you’d neglected your own feelings.

“Yea I miss it. I do.” When confronted with the task of articulating those feelings however, your mind drew a blank. You heave a sigh, realizing there’s a lot you have to unpack about Asgard, your family, your path in life. “It’s complicated.” With another swig from your flask you notice the slight buzz from the alcohol starting to kick in.

“I get it. I’m here to listen whenever you figure it out though.” Of course she’d be understanding about this. Your mind tracks back to hugging her again as her green gaze settles on you. Scratch that, you want to kiss her.

The door banging open startles the two of you and you turn to see the Falcon grinning at you from the entryway. “Come on lovebirds, we need you for a round of pool.”

“We’ll be right in, Sam.” The girl answers for the both of you while you silently curse him for interrupting your moment. She saunters over to the door, looking back at you over her shoulder as she heads inside. “Come on, it'll be fun.”

You make your way over to where the Avengers are crowded around a green table with brightly colored balls laid out neatly in a triangle at one end. You’re pleased to note that the rest of Stark’s guests have cleared out by this hour, only leaving your small group.

“I heard we have been invited to play this game of pool,” you spread your arms out wide as you finish trotting up the stairs, tripping over the last one. You’d forgotten how strong that ale was, too long spent away from drinking with your brother. You recover before face planting though, striding up to the table with a bolstered confidence.

You’re handed a long stick and are told to use it to hit the white ball into the huddle of colorful ones. Easy, you think, going over to line up a shot. Wanda follows behind you, taking up a spot standing next to you as she watches you concentrate on aiming the ball.

Just as you’re about to strike the stick into the ball, she drapes an arm around your waist. The mindless act of affection startles you, the contact sending a giddy jolt through your body, causing you to overshoot your hit.

Overshoot might be a bit of an understatement, as you watch the white ball crash into the rest, sending all of them flying off the table in different directions. You have no idea how this game works, but you’re pretty sure that was not the goal.

The laughter flowing from the girl next to you confirms this, embarrassment flooding your senses as you realize the slip up had come from her closeness to you. The others seem to recognize this as well, joining in on making fun of your reaction to being held by the girl you obviously have feelings for.

The only one who seems oblivious as to what had caused your mistake is the person responsible for it.

“Oops.”

Six

A number of weeks go by as you and Wanda continue to skirt the line between friendship and something more. Locked gazes are held just a little too long, she falls asleep on your chest as you watch an unhealthy amount of old sitcoms, both of you glance at each other’s lips when you think the other isn’t not looking.

Eventually you’re fed up with dancing around the question, of avoiding taking the next step out of fear of rejection. You’re going to ask her out, formally, and you know just how to do it.

You take a motorcycle out to the city, plans of visiting Wanda’s favorite coffee shop and grabbing her a drink and a pastry at the front of your mind.

The weather is dull, heavy clouds crowding out the sun and threatening to open up and give way to a nasty storm. You refuse to let the weather interfere with your day though, and besides, what could be better than some comfort food on a day like this.

You smile up at the sky as it starts to sprinkle, imagining that it’s just your brother encouraging you on your mission to romance the girl you think you just might be in love with.

You pull up to the quaint store and cut the engine, swinging your leg up and over as you dismount your bike.

A bell rings as you enter, the strong scent of coffee hitting your nose. You inhale deeply, letting the aroma envelop your senses as you look around the calmly lit room.

You stride up to the counter, the noise of idle chatter backing you up as you recall the name of the coffee order Wanda is most fond of. Too lost in your search of the menu above you you don’t notice the barista that moves to greet you and take your order. Whenever you stop by while she’s working she makes it her mission to incessantly flirt with you, despite your obvious disinterest and outright discomfort in her doing so.

You finally find what sounds like the right name of the brew the witch likes and you look across the woman poised to not only make your coffee, but also to try her hand again at asking you out.

“Hey Y/N!” She chirps. yeah, she knows your name.

“Hi, can I get two grande mochas please? Oh and two chocolate chip cookies?” You try to keep your voice as professional as possible and leave her no room to start an uncomfortable conversation with you.

“Of course, anything for you.” You nod your head and only offer a tight smile in acknowledgment, turning to go wait a ways back when you hear her call you over. “Hey, can you come back over here? I just need you to sign the receipt.”

You trudge back over, taking a hand out of your pocket and setting it mindlessly on the counter, waiting for her to hand you a pen and the little slip of paper. Instead of giving you a receipt, she grabs your hand harshly, not at all like when Wanda takes it, you note, and the abruptness of her actions startles you. You stare at her, about to ask what’s going on when you notice she’s writing something on your palm. “Hey!” You yank your arm back, but not before she’s finished scribbling down a series of numbers in pen.

“My number,” she beams at you, a hint of crazy in her eyes as she clarifies. “Call me, pretty girl.”

All of a sudden a clap of thunder booms from outside, causing you to look out the window to see rain falling in heavy sheets now, just as you had predicted before. Maybe taking the motorcycle wasn’t such a great idea. Something else catches your eyes though when a flash of lightning streaks through the sky, a figure stomping angrily away.

It couldn’t be. No. It was most definitely the girl you had been planning to ask out tonight, and she had obviously just seen your entire incriminating interaction with the barista.

Shit. You have to explain to her that it wasn’t what it looked like from her position outside the shop.

You race outside, your clothes becoming soaked through in seconds as you shout. “Wanda, wait!”

She pauses for the slightest of seconds before continuing on towards the car she had taken, hurt and embarrassment flooding her heart. You catch up to her before she can get in, imploring her to look at you through the water dripping from her face, you’re not sure if it’s from the rain or her tears.

She glares at you, not giving you a chance to defend yourself before she jumps on you. “What’s going on? Tell me you weren’t just in there letting that girl give you her number, flirting with her!”

She looks so small and sad standing there, drenched to the bone, shivering from the cold, and you take a step toward her, instinctively wanting to wrap her in your arms and keep her warm. She steps back in retaliation as you do, so instead you open your mouth to speak, but she cuts you off, continuing her verbal assault. “I knew you were a princess back on Asgard. That you probably had people throwing themselves at you left and right.” She’s moved toward you now, close enough to give you a shove with her next words.

“I can’t believe I fell for your stupid little girl next door act, Y/N!” You stumble back in surprise as she pushes your chest, shoes slipping on the slick pavement beneath your feet. “Did you get bored playing with just one person? Was I not enough? I bet you missed all of the attention, so you snuck out here to reclaim that high.”

She finally finishes unleashing her piece, frustration lacing her bout of yelling, the rumble of the storm providing a dramatic undercurrent. Water droplets roll down the back of your exposed neck, sending shivers down your spine as you shake out your hair, sending an extra spray of water into the fray.

“Wanda, no,” you catch her hand as she turns away from you, stopping your speech until she looks back at you. “I tried to leave the Compound without you noticing because I wanted to surprise you. I know how much you like this place.” A flash of lightning illuminates both of your faces, revealing the desperation on yours and the distraught expression she wears.

“Then that girl in there… she messed it all up.” A defeated sigh escapes your lips as you shove your hands in your jacket pockets, and looking down, you discover your white t-shirt has totally soaked through, making it see through. Something that would certainly work to undermine your next point. “The truth is I haven’t missed who I was back on Asgard. I think I was hiding behind my powers, using the easy pleasure to distract myself from reality.” The confession works to stun the girl in front of you, and it even takes you aback.

“I could never tell when anyone was being honest with me, if they liked me because of me or because my powers were always subconsciously drawing them in. It was exhausting so I stopped trying to find something real.” You have tears in your eyes now too as you meet Wanda’s somber ones. You stop your anxious pacing for a second as you step closer to her, needing her to hear what you have to say next. “I didn’t think I’d ever find something real… until I met you. Wanda I want you, not that stupid barista, not anyone else in the entire universe. Because you’re beautiful and amazing and you terrify me but in the best way and-.”

She cuts off your nervous rambling and wild gesturing as she grabs the collar of your leather jacket and pulls you close, smashing your lips together. She tastes even sweeter than you had imagined, and you tangle your fingers in her hair as they come to rest on the sides of her face. You both savor in the tenderness of the kiss, even if it was rushed and filled with a million unsaid emotions.

Eventually you pull back for air, cheeks flushed and chest heaving as you stare at each other, breathless. The rain continues to patter down on your unguarded silhouettes as she gently takes your hand and rests her forehead against your own.

“I want you too.”

One

You race about the Compound, grabbing various items here and there, making sure that everything is set up to perfection.

Wanda is due back from her busy day in the city (thank you Pietro) any minute now, you’ve planned the perfect first date night.

You hear the door to the main entrance of the Compound open and you sprint downstairs, making it just in time to greet the returning siblings.

“Y/N!” The girl you’ve been waiting for almost trips over her own feet in her haste to get to you. “This fool has been running me around town all day. I am exhausted. And now you’re going to watch sitcoms with me.” She takes your hand and starts to drag you upstairs, and you let her. As you round the corner, you see Pietro send you a wink before you’re whisked away.

“Wanda this way.” You tug on her arm, pulling her past your room that she’s practically made hers as well with all the time she spends with you.

“Wait.” She slips her wrist from your grasp, standing stubbornly by the door. “We’re going to lay down and watch Dick Van Dyke and then you’re going to get me dinner.” Her arms are crossed and she looks at you defiantly, motioning toward the room.

You have other plans though, and a mischievous grin spreads across your face as you slowly walk backwards towards the end of the hall. “Trust me, I’ve got something much better planned.” You gesture with your arm in a signal for her to follow you and turn your back to her, silently telling her you’re leaving either way.

Intrigued by the eager look in your eyes and the energy that has you almost bouncing off the walls, she abandons her original plan in favor of following you. You open the door to the stairwell, sparing one sneaky glance back just to make sure she’s coming. When you note her figure making her way down the hall, you climb the steps, not stopping until you reach the roof.

Before you head outside you wait for her to catch up, accidentally getting way ahead of her in your haste to lead her up here.

“What are you doing?” Her voice echoes around the stairwell as curiosity shines through her expression.

Choosing to ignore her question, you send one back her way. “Are you ready for the most romantic night of your life, Wanda Maximoff?” A knowing smile and a pair of raised eyebrows crosses your face as you lean against the door, your hand on the handle in anticipation.

Without giving her the chance to answer, you fling it open, revealing your little setup. A picnic blanket lays flat on the ground, enough food to feed much more than two people lined meticulously around its edges. It’s almost completely dark out, the sun having conveniently set thirty minutes before, the only light coming from the soft glow of the lanterns that line the perimeter of the roof.

Beyond the Compound lies absolutely nothing except the surrounding nature. That’s one giant perk of being stationed in the middle of nowhere, any light or excess noise from the city fails to reach you, always leaving you with peace and quiet whenever you need a moment. The night sky is free to shine out here, the sea of stars stretching out farther than the eye can see uncontested by the touch of humanity. That’s why you picked this spot, the beauty of the landscape reminding you of the girl before you, and the secluded space would allow you to truly enjoy your night without interruption.

You step aside so she can take it in, watching her eyes go wide at your gesture. The silence is stifling, insecurity warping your mind as a hint of a smile appears on her lips. “Do you like it? I wasn’t sure how people here usually court others, but I saw this on TV once and I thought it was cute and then I remembered how you told me that one time about how you used to love studying the stars when you were younger and, well I thought this could be a nice way to spend the night.”

She waits patiently for you to finish your long-winded speech, unable to stifle the small laugh that bubbles up from her chest.

“What?” Dumbfounded, you cock your head, wondering what she found so funny.

“Nothing, you’re just cute when you’re nervous,” she casually remarks as she brushes past you and further onto the roof.

You stumble after her, smoothing out your shirt and fixing your hair as you do. “What? Me? I’m not nervous. No, not at all.”

You eye her carefully as she takes in your little setup. “You’ve really outdone yourself this time, Odinson.” She sends a coy smile your way and you reach out to take her hands in yours, a dopey grin lighting up your face.

“You really think so?”

“I know so.”

And with that she kisses you right there under the moonlit sky, the stars the only witnesses to the small display of affection. The kiss is gentle and filled with passion, the beginning of a new journey you’re about to embark on with the girl you’d give everything to.

The airiness of her perfume mixes perfectly with yours as you break apart, staring with a sickening amount of love and admiration into each other’s eyes.

Yeah, you could get used to life on Earth.

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[sweetpandorabox]

Hoodie - Oliver Wood x Female reader (One Shot)

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Synopsis: You and your boyfriend Oliver, has been together for a little over 6 month now, due to your age difference him being the 6th year and you being the 4th year you both decided to take it slow and kept your relationship quiet not letting anyone except your closest friends know about the situation until today's Quidditch match where it all changed.

Pairing: Oliver Wood x Female Reader

Story Setting: This fanfiction is set in your 4th year of Hogwarts during the Chamber of Secrets (you're in the same year group as Fred and George's instead of Harry's)

Warnings⚠️ : None this one is pure fluff.

A/N : Hey sexy it's Angel here, this week I've decided to write some more super short one-shots for all of you, I'll be sure to make one for at least all of the Harry Potter boys and girls because it's super easy, and, and don't require a lot of time, anyway enjoy love you. xx

Word Count : 845

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You watched as the Hufflepuff Casher threw the Quaffle into the Gryffindor's goal with anticipation, as Oliver Wood yet again block the leather ball out the way just in time for Harry Potter to catch the golden and swift little snitch. "Harry Potter has caught the snitch, and Gryffindor has won the match", Lee Jordan announced causing an uproar of excitement from the red and golden colored crowd along with yourself, you smiled excitedly at the well-built and burly Gryffindor keeper flying on his broom, as he indicates all his attention to you smirking playfully following in with a wink, turning your cheeks tomato red before exiting the tall and high Quidditch stands.

You waited outside of the Quidditch changing rooms, keeping yourself hidden behind a bush peeking at the door and counting in all the players that have left back to the Hogwarts castle, rejoicing to celebrate their win with a big lunch at the great hall. After a thorough count of people, you reveal yourself quietly entering the changing rooms and closing the door behind you. You make your way to the boy's side to find Oliver's muscular torso facing you, changing out of his sweaty gear with his pant's waistband settling in low exposing his abdominal v line inflaming your body into a highly abnormal body temperature like it was set on fire and keeping your face bright red like a sun-dried tomato. You swore your heart could jump out within minutes of this view until Oliver finally looked over and noticed your small figure.

He smirks, "You know you should just take a picture, maybe then it'll last longer" he teased you flirtatiously, striding over to you before he kissed your forehead wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you close to his body. "Hey I can look at you when I like, plus what girl on earth doesn't want to look at their much older, athletic, and handsome boyfriend huh? you tell me?" you responded gazing into his pair of milk chocolate eyes, he stares back at your ethereal pair of eyes responding with a smile, pulling you into a sweet kiss and sweeping you off your feet before asking "why aren't you wearing something warmer? it's bloody windy outside" he mentioned rubbing both sides of your arm keeping the goosebumps away, "Oh well I wasn't feeling very cold and I thought it was warm enough not to bring a coat or something a bit warmer...I'll be okay though" you chuckled softly ensuring your protective boyfriend.

He shakes his head with a smile, walking over to his stuff and quickly putting on a long sleeve and black turtle neck top, before rummaging through his duffle bag and taking out his red and gold Gryffindor Quidditch hoodie with a large 'Wood' embroidered on the back of it signifying that it was his and his only, he swings his bag on to his shoulder as he hands you the hoodie, "Here put it on then I don't want you to catch a nasty cold, its better safe than sorry" he command. "Uhm Ollie what about you, won't you get cold?" you ask innocently giving him a doe-eyed look, "No love, don't worry about me I'll be alright, here let me help you" he lifts both of your arms up putting the hoodie on to you, the hoodie fits very loosely amplifying your already small figure and built way more then before.

He chuckled at your sight taking your hand in his as you both walked out of the changing rooms making your way to the Hogwarts castle aiming straight for the great hall for lunch, you and Oliver talked your way into walking with laughter but listening to each other at the same time before stopping abruptly in the halls "Ollie I'm wearing your hoodie I need to take it off before we go in" you stated lifting the hoodie up to take it off before Oliver pulls the hoodie back down looking into your eyes, "Y/N I uh I think I'm ready to show you off to everyone as my girlfriend rather then a younger friend I mentor through school" he stated in his sweet Scottish accent melting your heart into a warm puddle, "Ollie I had no idea that you were ready...I've been ready to show everyone what we are as well" you smile looking down on the floor not meeting his eyes with a red tint smearing on your cheeks.

He masters up the biggest smile he can before lifting you off your feet and kissing you, you kiss him back being the happiest you've ever been before walking hand in hand with him through the great halls turning heads left and right as people comment on the hoodie you're wearing, your age differences and how you're holding each other's hands before kissing once more as everyone around the red and gold table cheered at your relationship and Oliver's goal save which leads Gryffindor into another win engraving one more Oliver related happy memory into your brain.

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[littlefreya]

Vanilla Milkshake

Summer: Henry and a long time friend hangout at their usual spot when things turn chaotic because of an innocent misunderstanding...

Prompted by:  

 Oooh Freyaaaa I just *need* some scene featuring Henry and ofc drinking milkshake. 

Pairing: Henry Cavill x Unamed OFC (no description of ethnicity or body type).

Word count: 1.7K

Warnings: RPF, major fluff, friends to lovers, sexual innuendo, mild seduction, sex talk, an unwanted boner, Henry being a boomer, Henry having a meltdown. 

*No permission is given for reposting my work, copying it, ideas or parts it and claiming it as your own.*

A/N: So, first thing first, thanks @agniavateira for quickly beta’ing my work! And of course thanks @the-soot-sprite for bouncing ideas with me and being an emotional support. Decided to go with friends for lovers because I live for that stuff. Also, I am aware that “Milkshake” can be interpreted in several ways but for the sake of the story I went with that particular reference. Divider by the lovely @firefly-graphics

Please comment and reblog if you enjoyed.  🖤

Title: Vanilla Milkshake

“I swear, this diner looks like Barbie had an orgasm all over the place.” A whimsical grin sliced between Henry’s marble cheeks. Eyeing the pastel-esque surroundings, he huffed scornfully and adjusted the cap over his nest of unruly curls. 

“Remind me again why we always meet here, young lady?”

Staring at the beastly man who barely managed to squeeze into the plastic-pink faux leather booth, she couldn’t help but chuckle. Henry carried himself with something that was both eloquent yet unmistakably feral, reminding her of a burly forest creature. Sturdy tree trunks stood for limbs, torso, and shoulders—the widths of icy mountains and a blanket of thick fur coated the entirety of his body, deeming him a dangerous bear. 

No wonder he preferred himself clean-shaven. The sharpened edge of a razor kept him a cut away from becoming ‘Henry the Barbarian’. 

Seeing him surrounded by pastel and sparkly fairy dust brought far more joy than she could ever imagine. The utter look of contempt gleamed on the surface of his shifty eyes. 

Oh, by God, how much he hated glitter!

“And what would you know about Barbie’s orgasms?” she teased with a crooked eyebrow and a comical suspicious glare. 

Readjusting his cap over the messy mane of chocolate curls, Henry offered a terrible wink and shrugged, “a gentleman never tells.”

Her fingers rapped on her thigh while she contemplated whether to allow this naughty joke slide, but then the urge to provoke him was far too great. After briefly chewing on the inside of her cheek, she broke into a wicked grin.

“Is that… like a role play you have with the missus? She’s Barbie, and you’re G.I.Joe? Because I kinda don’t want to hear about it, but then I kinda do.”

Henry’s smile gradually faded along with the playful glee in his eyes, his melancholic gaze dropping to the sparkly table. He slumped into a heavy sigh, “If by missus, you mean ‘Miss Hand’, then no… not really.”

Dumbfounded, she frowned at Henry with confusion when then it struck her; a sense of incredible embarrassment drained the blood from her head to her gut.

“Oh…”

“Yep.” Henry blurted and grabbed the menu, pretending to be incredibly interested in the kids’ meal options. 

Just in time to rescue them from a prolonged awkward silence, the waitress arrived with their order, serving Henry a hot cup of double espresso while she received a tall glass of a luscious vanilla milkshake. 

“Enjoy your drinks, guys!” the waitress smiled sweetly and kept her eyes glued to Henry as she walked away. But the gloss of the waitress’ flirtatious excitement was lost on him; drenched with greed, Henry’s blue sapphires were fixated on the generous scoops of ice cream and the dark chocolate swirls that decorated his companion’s dessert. 

“Henry, my eyes are up here!” she provoked and grabbed the straw between two fingers while throwing an amused glance at his simple cup of coffee. Henry followed her gaze and scoffed before raising the cup to his mouth and blowing to cool his drink.

The way his lips pursed together and his finger stroked the ceramic surface did not escape her observation. A sudden tingle swam down the length of her spine once it resonated in her mind that kind, charming, and beastly Henry was now single. Here they were, long time buddies, but now sitting together felt less comfortable than before. Her limbs felt like pins and needles while staring directly at his eyes was as risky as staring at the sun.  

“Cheers,” Henry mumbled and took a sip from his cup. 

Almost jolting in her seat, she stiffened and then grabbed her straw.

“Cheers.”

Giggles came from the other side of the diner. Among the retro gumball machines and rounded plastic bar stools, the waitress and a colleague leaned against the counter and stared at Henry, who turned his head for a brief moment and tipped his head.

Their giggles turned even louder.

She frowned. 

“So, have you been single for a while?” she heard herself asking with a rather urgent tone. Right away, a look of contrition crept on her face as she regretted her verbal onslaught and lack of sensitivity. 

Henry directed his gaze back to her and watched as she slowly sipped from the milkshake and then suckled the cream off her mouth. 

Absentmindedly, he licked his lips. “Since May. How about you, weren’t you with…?”

“No, ended, dodged a bullet.” she spat and pumped the straw up and down the thick beverage. “My milkshake brings all the boys… except it doesn't.” she sighed.

Henry frowned and shook his head with confusion. “What? You never told me you make your own milkshake. How come I never had some?” 

Her face abruptly froze, her eyes rounded with surprise before she snorted so loudly the waitresses stopped their whispering.

“Umm… Hen?” she called out, trying to hold herself from bursting into chuckles as her friend accidentally asked for a very sexual favour, “you honestly don’t know what ‘milkshake’ is slang for...?”

“Uh…”

“Omg, you’re such a boomer.” 

“No, I was born in ‘83! I’m a millennial. But please, indulge me.” he begged and crossed his arms together.

Clearing her throat loudly, she did her best to fight the wicked grin that stretched on her already painful cheeks and wrapped her fist around the straw. “So you know... how… certain male bodily fluids are sometimes white and creamy...? And when you perform a certain motion it’s like you’re shaking it…?”

Henry blinked and became silent. An unbidden rush of blood pooled at his groin as he watched her thumb graze over the tip of the straw and her fist pumping it into the smooth liquid in a slow, gentle motion. Wickedness glazed her eyes, but he tried to dismiss it as nothing but their usual playful banter; yet his adam’s apple bobbed up and down while his shoulder tensed at the oddly arousing sight of her performing a sinful act on a milkshake. 

There was an unmistakable stir in his cock and for once, he was thankful for narrow spaces as it hid his predicament.

Leaning forward, she opened her mouth and swirled her tongue around the straw. She went deliberately slow, making him watch while she playfully licked and suckled the tip until finally wrapping her lips around it and taking a generous sip.

Henry gawked utterly smitten, unaware that his jaw was nearly at the floor.

And to make things worse, she moaned—not too loud—but definitely enough to make his shaft harden more.

She wasn’t sure what stirred this whimsical boost of confidence, only that seeing the large, handsome man pale at her provocations made her feel like the most powerful woman on earth. She also gathered she’d regret it forever and a day once they’ll part ways, but it was too late for that now.

Gingerly she pulled back, though not before allowing a single drop of cream to trickle down the corner of her lips.

“Oops,” she smirked casually, wiping the cream with her fingertip and sucking it clean. 

“Please stop…” 

It was then when she noticed that Henry’s playful mien was all but gone. Far from amused, he glowered with a clenched jaw. “If you’re going to keep doing that, I’ll have to leave,” he stated matter-of-factly. 

A rush of panic made her freeze in her spot, the same needles that pricked her skin were now setting jolts of electric bursts. “I’m so sorry, I crossed the line,” she said and covered her mouth with shame, “did I offend you? Do you want me to leave?”

“What? No, no, not at all.” Henry’s voice softened right away, and he reached a hand in the air, as if trying to stop her from leaving. The last thing he wanted now is for her to think he is angry with her. If anything, he wished they could spend more time together, not because of his obvious arousal, but because for the first time in a long while, he was having fun.

Still, she looked at him so utterly distraught.  

“Then…?” 

Henry scanned the diner as if trying to make sure no one was staring or taking any photo and then shifted in his seat uncomfortably. His eyes altered between his spread thighs and her several times, trying to signal toward his… trouble.

“Oh...” she gaped. 

An odd sense of pride began to permeate her chest, battling over the burning embarrassment that flamed up her neck and cheeks. At this point, she wasn’t sure what she was supposed to feel, only that it was definitely the most awkward hangout they had to date. 

Problem was, she never knew when to shut up. 

“Is little Henry hungry?”

Hearing those words, his brows dropped to an irritated sulk. “There is nothing little about it.”

“Ha! Prove it!”

It was as if the entire diner and perhaps the world fell into silence. Had the clatter of the dishes being washed in the back kitchen not rung their ears, she would have thought she grew suddenly deaf. 

“I didn’t mean it… sorry, I’ll stop,” she mumbled slowly and pressed her fingers to her mouth while shaking her head at her stupid behaviour. That was it, this was to be the last afternoon she would ever hang out with Henry and right now, she couldn’t even bring herself to look at him.

Henry chewed onto the inside of his cheeks, trying to stop the words that came faster than his thoughts.

“You didn’t?... Because I’ll definitely be up for proving...”

She blinked at his words and tilted her head, hoping that he won’t notice the wild tremors that shook her limbs, “What was that?” 

“I... yes? No?...I… fuck!” 

Henry lowered his head and slapped his palms across his face, rubbing back and forth with an utter meltdown while mumbling, “Forgive me,” a couple of times. He couldn’t care less of what the waitresses or whoever was watching would think of him; all he cared about was to make her feel comfortable around him again and maybe… even make her like him?

“Henry?”

Soft and warm her voice called to him, slowly pulling him from his anguish like a sailor being rescued from a sunken ship. His blue sapphires shone, an ocean of confusion and anxiety still pooling within while he peered back at her face that was now smiling at him a mixture of comfort and exhilaration. 

“Would you like some of my milkshake?”

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[gladerscake]

Hungry Eyes

(Gally x Reader)

Requested by the incredible @ultraintrovertedgryffindor 💯 This is a little more heated than all the other imagines I’ve written so far. No smut though! So if you’re not into that kind of stuff, don’t worry, it isn’t actually in there. Enjoy!

For the life of you, you could not focus on your work. As hard you as you tried to keep your attention on what you were supposed to be doing, it was proving to be an immensely difficult task. The surplus of weeds at your feet with their urgent need to be plucked didn’t stand a chance against something much, much more interesting, just across the glade…

You leaned against your shovel as your gaze, for the umpteenth time in the past twenty minutes, traveled all the way to the builders. Well… one builder, in particular. Your builder.

A familiar warmth encompassed your abdomen with an unsurprising quickness as your eyes landed on Gally.

It has been an especially hot day, the blazing sun making more than a few gladers positively miserable as it made trudging through their workload that much more challenging. The builders seemed to be affected most of all. At some point Gally had slipped out of his shirt, and now, all you could do was watch, with bated breath and skipping heartbeat, as he lugged around massive hunks of wood like they weighed nothing to him.

Gally’s strength never ceased to amaze you. It was something you were sure you would marvel at until the end of time. Of course, his job as the Keeper of the builders demanded a certain amount of physical superiority, but holy shuck, was it something to leave your jaw hanging.

You stared, rather indiscreetly, as Gally’s mouth-watering torso glistened in the sunlight, damp beads illuminating his skin and making it appear as though he was sweating diamond dust. His impressive muscles were on full display, tensing and flexing, the prominent indents of his abs pulling your gaze in like magnets. His burly arms were also nearly impossible to look away from. A small grin crawled onto your lips as you recalled the way those same arms encompassed you in the bed of your shared hut, just earlier that morning. Your boyfriend looked absolutely breath-taking, and the exquisite sight you were currently being gifted with left you frozen, longing, and maybe just a little dazed. If you were to suddenly feel dizzy, it definitely wouldn’t be from the sun. The heat was notable, sure, but it was easy to ignore as your body was pervaded with a heat of a different kind.

“Oh, pick it up, would you?”

Newt’s slightly annoyed British lilt momentarily brought you out of your trance as you snapped your head towards him, returning back to earth. Although, you couldn’t deny, a part of you was somewhat discontent with being returned.

“Pick what up?” Your forehead scrunched in confusion as you peered at your friend.

“Your jaw. And your bloody dignity, for that matter.” Newt scoffed, a thoroughly amused grin dancing on his lips as he had clearly caught you gawking at Gally.

Just a few weeks ago, you would’ve been so embarrassed by that, you’d turn redder than the tomatoes growing in the garden, but ever since you and Gally got together, you have been feeling increasingly less bothered by these things. Why should you feel embarrassed for looking at what was rightfully yours?

You merely gave a small shrug at Newt’s teasing comment, an unapologetic grin tugging at the corner of your mouth “It’s my boyfriend. And I’ll stare if I want to.”

Newt released a hoot of laughter, seemingly not having expected you so casually brushing it off “Oh, alright! And what happens if he catches you?”

Your grin only widened, your stomach bubbling with an involuntary spark of excitement at the thought “I’m sure he’ll be nothing short of thrilled.”

Your twinkling gaze darted towards Gally once again… Only this time, your eyes met.

Your heart jumped up to your throat, your breath halting in your airways as your boyfriend stood tall, hands propped up on his hips while he looked right back at you from his working area, his piercing bluish-green eyes narrowed with palpable interest.

Clearly he had noticed you blatantly checking him out as a borderline cocky smirk etched his lips. Now, that has always been effective in bringing a blush to your cheeks. You bit your bottom lip as you accepted the wordless challenge and didn’t look away, instead responding with a playful grin of your own.

Gally chuckled, purposely flexing his abdomen and sending you a tantalizing wink, causing your cheeks to burn hotter. He knew what he was doing to you, and he was enjoying every second. He loved getting you all flustered, and you, with your pounding heart and pink-tinged skin, made it so easy for him.

Your gaze trailed over his chiseled bare chest, the heat swarming your body beginning to feel more like an ache. The urge to stride right over to Gally, throw your arms around him, pull him close and kiss him senseless, was beginning to cloud your mind… However, it was at that moment that Newt deliberately cleared his throat, forcing you to tear your eyes away from your boyfriend.

Okay, okay, enough of that, for now. You needed to get at least some work done. As yummy as your keeper looked at the moment, you didn’t want your friend getting mad at you for being too distracted.

“Sorry, Newt. I’m back. Promise!” You chuckled, internally commanding your flushed state to simmer down, the blush on your cheeks gradually dispersing, along with the foggy feeling over your head.

“You better be.” Newt shook his head “As fascinating as it is to watch Gally get you riled up from across the glade, I’m not doing all the work by myself.” He stated with an underlying scold, making you feel just a tiny bit of remorse.

“Well, I can’t always help it…” You muttered under your breath, returning your focus to the weeds you needed to pull. The thought of seeing Gally at lunch, in about an hour, graced your lips with a smile. Knowing him, he would have plenty to say to you, after what had just transpired…

-later-

The Lunch bell had rung, calling all the gladers to come grab something to eat, and you were about to make your way over to Frypan’s shack. You were finally done with this one row of carrots, falling slightly behind Newt, who had already left a few minutes prior.

You pulled yourself up from your crouching position, stretching your back and brushing the dirt off of your hands, when you suddenly squeaked, a pair of muscular arms, strong like tree trunks, wrapped themselves around your waist.

“Hey!!” Your surprised cry melted into melodic laughter as you turned your head to your captor.

Gally was grinning from ear-to-ear as he pulled you close from behind, your back pressing fully against his still bare torso, making you feel the heat radiating off of his skin.

“Hey yourself!” He chuckled, promptly dipping his head into your sensitive neck and peppering it with multiple kisses. It tickled a bit, but the feeling absolutely delighted you, as you slightly tilted your head back against his shoulder. You could feel his lips grinning against your delicate skin as he pressed a final peck to your pulse point and drew back, catching your gaze with his “Did you enjoy the show earlier?”

Of course he would lead with that. You hadn’t had a single doubt. Nonetheless, you pursed your lips, feigning confusion and batting your eyes at him. A picture of innocent cluelessness.

“Hmm? What show, my keeper? I have no idea what you’re talking about!”

Gally playfully rolled his eyes, giving your waist a mischievous squeeze “You sure about that? Because I think you know exactly what I’m talking about.”

You hummed, furrowing yours brows as you imitated deep thought before shaking your head “Nope. I’m totally stumped. Not a clue.”

Gally huffed, his openly flirtatious grin unfaltering “Really? So you weren’t staring at me while I was working my ass off under the scorching sun?”

You swallowed a giggle, your clueless expression paving to a little smirk, a fiery glint flickering in your eyes. Fine, you could admit to it. But that didn’t mean you would succumb to his teasing. He’d seen enough of your blushing cheeks for one day.

You feigned a dramatic gasp, pretending to be shocked and mortified “Oh no! You saw that? I thought I had been so subtle…”

Gally squeezed you tighter, holding you so close that you could feel his heart thumping against your back “Didn’t really look like you were trying to be.”

You grinned at him, his captivating eyes nearly making you forget that anything else existed around you “On second thought, maybe I wasn’t.”

Gally hummed in satisfaction. Good answer. Sometimes he still couldn’t believe your were his, and the fact that you were made him feel like the luckiest shank in the glade. His heart leapt every time you melted into him, every time you responded to his teasing with matching energy, every time you showcased that you were just as happy to be his as he was to be yours. Each loving and yearning gaze you sent his way, each brush of your fingers over his skin, each hypnotising kiss you two shared… all of it was electrifying to him, addictive, like sugar.

He cupped your chin in between his two fingers, gently pulling your face closer to his and capturing your lips in a searing kiss.

You softly moaned against his mouth as you readily kissed him back, just like you had been waiting to do all morning. Your arm reached up and wound itself behind his neck, drawing him in more and being rewarded with an approving grunt from his throat. Gally’s kisses never failed to leave you breathless, he was fantastic at it. You didn’t care that you didn’t have anyone to compare to. You didn’t need to try anyone else to know that he tasted the best.

You whimpered as Gally’s teeth temptingly grazed your bottom lip before he pulled back, licking his lips as he gazed down at you with a near-predatory glow in his eyes. You felt a shiver crawl up your spine at the sight of his dilated pupils and slightly reddened parted lips. He looked so mesmerising…

Despite your body screaming at you not to, you attempted to wriggle out of his tight grasp, the sound of other gladers chattering in the distance reminding you that it was lunch time.

“Don’t get me wrong, I could do this all day, but we really should be heading over to Frypan’s. Aren’t you hungry?” You smiled, tracing your fingers down his jaw, the loving touch doing the opposite of making him want to pull away from you.

With an irresistible smirk, Gally finally whipped you around in his arms, so that you were facing him, his large hands latching onto your hips as he whispered against your lips “Oh, I’m hungry alright… Just not for lunch.”

You yelped as your feet suddenly left the ground, Gally’s strong arms engulfing you and leaving you no choice but to wrap your arms and legs around his glorious half-exposed body and hold on tight.

“Gally!” You halfheartedly tried to object, biting back your excited grin “What are you doing?”

The builder snickered, deeply, already turning in the direction of the Deadheads as he held you impossibly close, a devious spark flashing in his eyes.

“Staring like that can get you in trouble, baby. Guess you’re about to find out…”

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[kassandras-one-braincell]

Kassandra x Fem!Reader - The Most Peculiar Wingman

Can be found on AO3 here.

Summary: You recently moved into a new flat and you’re hearing some rather unusual sounds from your next-door neighbour’s abode. You’re worried the mysterious woman next door is involved in something dangerous. Kassandra is worried that you’re the landlord about to bust her for her lease violation.

(Sorry if you don’t like coffee and/or you speak fluent Greek.)

Word count: 2568

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Damn, you’ve lucked out with your new flat. The area is pleasant, the décor is tasteful – the windowsills could use a bit more greenery, but you’ll get to that – and the letting agent wasn’t a dick. Zero hassle with bills, minimal scuffs on the walls…it’s bizarre how simple your moving process has been.

But nothing can be perfect, can it?

Over the few days you’ve lived in your new home, you noticed some rather disconcerting sounds coming from the apartment next door. Nothing that disrupts your sleep, thankfully, although your post-unpacking nap was interrupted by a very loud thud against the thin wall connecting the two flats. Thumps, crashes and very disgruntled cursing in a language you can’t quite place tend to crop up in quick succession once or twice a day. Today, though, the odd sounds seem to be omnipresent.

The strange symphony is starting to get alarming; you’re beginning to ponder if the seemingly perpetually angry woman next door is involved in violence…or, forbid, organised crime? That would certainly explain the forceful thuds and grumbling. God, what if she manages to rope you into her shenanigans? What if she is armed?

After a loud bang and an exasperated “oh, fuck you” reverberates into your apartment, you decide to investigate.

Anxiously, you pop on some slippers and step into the hall, locking the door behind you (‘I’m not about to get robbed less than a week after moving,’ you think to yourself, ‘Oh, shit, I need to get insurance…’). Stomach churning with speculation, you make the arduous four-metre trek to your neighbour’s door. Biting your lip, you rap your knuckles against the wood.

A chorus of panicked shuffling echoes through the door, causing your throat to tighten. Footsteps sprint from one side of the room to the other, the sound of shattering ceramic shrill against the heavy thudding. “Shit, shit, shit, shit,” the woman hisses, muffled by the walls, followed by some shushing and the rattling of something metal. Who is this woman, what the fuck is she hiding, why am I doing this—

Suddenly, the door swings open, revealing…oh, wow.

Your neighbour is an amazon.

Flawless bronze skin, chocolate hair strewn into an unruly braid, tall and shredded with lean muscle. Her eyes are a gorgeous tawny brown, the split second of alarm disappearing from her gaze, replaced by a sparkle that makes your heart hammer against your chest. Very kissable lips upturn into a charming smile, bringing your attention to a small scar above her upper lip quirking adorably. A deeper scar sits on her nose, and the pang of anxiety returns, but your eyes need only flicker back to hers and it melts away.

“You’re not the landlord,” she says with a rich accent and curious lilt. Your cheeks feel warm.

“Uhm, hi.” You fiddle with your thumbs, mouth suddenly dry. “Sorry, I moved in a few days ago next door. I just heard some loud noises and was wondering if everything was alright?”

Lips curving furthermore, she braces her arms on the doorframe above and, fuck, are they nice arms. Sun-kissed, bulging against her white t-shirt, three gnarly rings cutting into her right bicep that just scream to be touched. Is this her distraction tactic?

“Oh, sorry about that. I hope I wasn’t too much of a disturbance?”

When you finally pry your eyes from her arms, a tiny smirk registers on her handsome face. Bashful, you stammer, “No, it’s fine. But, uh, what caused it, if I may ask?”

The woman cranes her neck to scan the hall. “Can you keep a secret?”

Mob boss? Arms dealer? Axe murderer?

Clearly, your nervous speculations are apparent, because her eyes widen slightly. “Don’t worry, lovely, it’s nothing dangerous. I just have a pet bird.”

Breathing a shaky sigh of relief, you run a hand through your hair. Just a bird. Just a bird. Her face relaxes back into a casual smile. A fresh wave of warmth caresses your cheeks at the name she gave you.

Chuckling, you joke, “Must be one big bird.”

“He’s…an eagle.”

You blink back your shock. “How on earth did you manage to get a pet eagle?”

She laughs, the melody warm and addictive. “Poor fucker followed me all the way from Kefalonia. I didn’t have it in me to say goodbye, even if it violates the lease.” Her tone is affectionate, despite her less-than-endearing name for the bird. Pushing back from the door frame – hands flexing wonderfully while she does so – she gestures for you to step in. “Come and meet him, if you’d like.”

Everything about this woman is so inviting, you can’t help but gravitate into her apartment.

“I don’t think I caught your name?” you ask shyly.

“Kassandra,” she replies, flipping the ‘r’ in her buttery accent. “And what can I call you?”

Anything you fucking want. “(Y/N) is fine,” you manage, debating whether her flat is hot or your face is akin to a beetroot.

“That’s a lovely name. Suits you perfectly,” she winks. She saunters over to a shelf with a blanket hastily thrown over it. You can’t help but observe her firm-looking behind through her jeans. Kassandra tugs away the blanket, revealing a large eagle sitting grumpily in a cage. It remains put when she unlocks the cage, standing almost defiantly.

“Don’t be like that, Ikaros,” she chastises. The eagle – Ikaros – begrudgingly flies out of his confines, perching atop the sofa in the middle of the open-plan room. “He’s gentle, I promise.” You’re doubtful, but he isn’t making any sudden moves.

“He just likes winding you up?”

“Loves it,” she grins. “He’s a little bitter I put him on a diet since he was getting a bit fat. That’s why he’s been throwing some tantrums lately.”

You smile as she scratches the top of his head before heading to the kitchen. “Can I get you anything to drink?” Kassandra asks, giving you another heart-melting beam. “I have coffee, orange juice, I might have some tea somewhere—”

“Coffee would be nice, thank you.” She asks your preference and you state it, taking in the layout of her apartment. The place gave off a very homely, Mediterranean vibe, with warm colours and white furnishings. A few hand-painted ceramic vases were dotted about – maybe she did pottery – alongside some family photographs. Atop the dining table was a woven basket brimming with ripe fruits, as well as a laptop with a pile of messy papers next to it.

“Have a seat, get comfy,” she calls over the whirring of an expensive looking coffee machine. Shyly you take the chair by the unoccupied end of the dining table. Feeling nosy, you scan the documents by her laptop, but the handwriting was all in Greek.

A minute later, Kassandra joins you with a steaming mug in her hand. “Your coffee, madame,” she announces with a pantomimic bow, evoking a laugh.

“Merci,” you thank her. “How would I say that in Greek?”

“Efharistó,” she replies. You test the word hesitantly, wincing on the second syllable, making her laugh. “Not bad,” she chuckles.

“I butchered it.”

“Try it a little softer,” she smiles, lowering her voice, giving it a sensual cadence that made your head spin. Oh, she knows she’s attractive.

“Efharistó,” you border on whisper, gay little brain surging with the overwhelming instinct to do whatever she tells you.

“There we go!” The proud quirk of her lips is all you need to see.

Feeling your cheeks flush, you bring the coffee mug to your lips, hoping the steam from the beverage will help mask your fluster. You blow on the liquid and take a sip, immediately regretting the decision as you scorch your tastebuds, repressing the urge to hiss in favour of looking cool for the hot Grecian.

“Do you, um,” you start, ignoring the numbness of your tongue, “work from home?” You wave your hand at the paperwork by her seat.

“As often as my job lets me.”

“What do you do?”

“I’m a museum curator,” Kassandra beams, evidently proud of her job. “A glorified history nerd who couldn’t be fucked with the extra academia, basically.” You snort against the mug, nearly spluttering coffee over her. Smooth.

“What time in history?” Her eyes sparkle at the question, passion shining through her irises.

“Mostly the classics, ancient Greece and Rome and all that. But I did my thesis on the evolution of weaponry.” You prop your chin up on your hand as she talks, eyes lazily focused on her lips. If not for the conviction in her tone, you would have zoned out and chased some daydream about kissing those lips. Kassandra reclines back in her chair. “Enough about me, though. Tell me about yourself.”

“You sounded really passionate, though. I don’t mind if you keep talking about your job.” God, you sound like a dizzy schoolgirl who’s hot for teacher. You scald yourself with another sip of coffee in reprimanding.

Kassandra’s eyes twinkle. “I don’t usually invite beautiful women into my home to ramble about cool swords.” You blush and set down your coffee.

The two of you talk for quite some time, getting to know each other, peppering in the occasional flirtatious remark. In her company, you somehow simultaneously feel comfortable and skittish. She’s so relaxed and easy-going, but her physique and seductive demeanour fills your stomach with butterflies.

An irritated squawk cut your conversation short.

Kassandra shoots Ikaros a look before turning back to you. “Sorry about him.”

You shake your head. “It’s fine, really. Damn… What was I saying again?” you ask sheepishly.

Squawk.

“Nevermind, I was probably babbling anyway,” you dismiss, sipping on your now cold beverage.

Kassandra chuckles softly. “Don’t be silly, you have the voice of an angel. You could read me the dictionary and I’d still be interested.” She probably said this to every woman she took a liking to, but you can’t bring yourself to care, far too flustered and feeling, for once, special.

Squawk.

Her eye practically twitches in anger as Ikaros flies over to the windowsill, makes unwavering eye-contact with his owner, and shits on the wood.

Kassandra looks like she wants to be euthanised.

“My god,” she mutters as you burst out laughing. She awkwardly rubs the back of her neck and grimaces, mouth parted as if trying to form some kind of apology for her eagle’s behaviour.

“I’m guessing you’re used to being the only one doing the flustering?” you tease, trying to lighten the mood.

Her disgraced expression shifted back to a playful one. “If I say yes, do I sound like a whore?”

Grinning, you shake your head. “A little cocky, perhaps.”

“I’ll take cocky.” She winks and gets up. “Your coffee is probably cold, can I get you a fresh one?”

“Oh, no, thank you. I’m fine.”

“The finest,” she smirks.

“Real smooth,” you roll your eyes, smiling regardless.

Ikaros caws from the windowsill, as if mocking Kassandra’s advances. Once again, her effortless charm dissolves into a look of frustration. She grabs kitchen towels and a bottle of disinfectant from by the sink and walks over to the window, nudging the eagle so he’d move out of the way. “Maláka,” she groans, cleaning up the mess from the surface. “Μη μου το χαλάς αυτό,” she mutters to Ikaros, earning a confused look. Kassandra sighs. “Usually I wait until after the first date before introducing a beautiful lady to this little shit. That way people don’t immediately think I’m just a weird bird lesbian.”

Testing the waters, you remark, “I happen to quite fancy women with an affinity for animals.” You bite your lip and add, “And, well, you’re…very attractive.”

Smugly, Kassandra finishes disinfecting the windowsill and walks to the kitchen with a little more vigour, your compliment proving to be an ego boost.

Once again deprived of attention, Ikaros decides to flap over and join you at the table. Instinctively, you flinch as the large bird flies in your direction, but all he does is stare at you, trying to analyse the stranger in his home.

“Does – does he bite?” you ask, hesitantly standing up.

Kassandra discards the kitchen towel in the bin, washing her hands. “No, he’s very kind to everyone who isn’t me.” She flashes you a wicked grin. “I only bite when asked.”

Stammering, you choke on air, struggling to find a response. Ikaros gives her a disappointed look.

“Shit, too forward?”

You shake your head. “Not at all,” you blush. “I’ve just…never met anyone quite like you before.” Ikaros seemingly gives you a judgemental leer, and you swiftly find yourself adding, “I-in a good way, that is!”

“Oh?” Her brow is upturned, her interest piqued.

“It’s…exciting.” The eagle shuffles towards you and nuzzles your hand, apparently deciding you’re worthy of his affections. The dark feathers atop his head are surprisingly soft to touch. Smiling, you give his head a few pats, inhibitions to the wind when cute little coos vibrate from his throat. “I’m rambling, aren’t I?”

“I think it’s adorable,” Kassandra says softly.

You look up. “Really?”

“Really.” She joins the two of you and plucks a damson from the fruit bowl, feeding it to Ikaros while you pet him. “You’re the loveliest person to have ever set foot in this building, that’s for sure.”

Ikaros cocks his head in agreement. His beady eyes meet yours, damson juice dribbling from his beak. Do it, he’s silently telling you.

Screw it, let’s shoot our shot.

You clear your throat, mustering up some courage. “Are you free next weekend?”

Kassandra beams amorously. “I was about to ask you the same thing,” she grins. “How does dinner sound?”

Fuck yes. “Really good,” you blurt out excitedly.

“There’s this great Persian restaurant a couple streets over. I’ll book us a table?”

You gasp, having seen the building on the drive when you were moving in. “The place with the garden and the pretty lights, right?”

“That’s the one.”

“Sounds amazing.” Red in the face and heart pounding, your eyes dart about the apartment, fearing that you’ll combust if you look at Kassandra any longer. They settle on Ikaros, who gently butts his head against your hand, almost like a fist-bump. “Well, uh, I have a home insurance company to ring up, so I should probably get going,” you stutter.

“I won’t keep you, then,” Kassandra says, a tinge of disappointment in her tone. Ikaros squawks sadly.

“Thank you for the coffee.”

“It was my pleasure. Thank you for staying,” she winks. The eagle coos in agreement. You give him one last pat before walking to the front door.

“Oh, before you leave, there is something you should know…” Kassandra calls, moving over to you. She delicately takes your hand, frying your brain, and leans down to your ear. You feel faint. Lowly, she whispers, “…Our Hermes guy likes to drop-kick our parcels.”

Snorting, you look up at her in disbelief. I mean, what was I expecting? A kiss? Get a grip, woman. Kassandra laughs at your expression. “Use the amazon locker down the road instead.”

“You’re amazing,” you murmur, grinning. “I’ll probably see you before next weekend, but bye, I guess?”

“Chaire,” she bids softly, opening the door for you.

When the door closes behind you, you let out a ragged breath, excitement coursing through your veins.

You are so glad you moved here.

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( The Greek clause is meant to say "Don't blow this for me" but I used 5 different translators and all 5 came back with slightly different things and I sort of ip-dip-doo'd it and chose one at random...sorry. )

#kassandra of sparta #kassandra x reader #sapphic september #assassin's creed odyssey #modern au

[dcbutinamrev]

How much you wanna bet, Hamilton and Laurens finally got married once they were finally together again? So have this short fluffy oneshot. I have never made a oneshot before and I normally don’t write in third person so this is gonna be new-

I’m gonna make ya’ll cry-

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“Where are you taking me?” Hamilton asks as Laurens dragged him by the wrist across the light green open field, a flirtatious grin on Hamilton’s face as he raised an eyebrow suspiciously.

Laurens whips his head over his shoulder, smirking with his beautiful sky-blue eyes twinkling. His honey-blonde hair pulled back into his loose, low ponytail with a dark blue ribbon securing it, glows like a golden halo under the sun shining down on them.

It’s a beautiful day, a clear blue sky above them—no clouds in sight—birds could be heard chirping in the distance but there was none to be seen close by. A soft breeeze blows around them, causing Hamilton’s auburn curls to dance slightly on his forehead.

No one was near. Not even his son, or Lafayette, or anyone else. It was just them, out in this beautiful open filed filed with peace and happiness and love. For once, Hamilton feels as though all his burdens were lifted and he could finally breathe easier. There was nothing to worry about: being discovered, the fear of death as a punishment, no war, no restless nights of translating letters. No fear of losing the other. Hamilton and Laurens were both at once at peace.

Laurens slows his pace as they come to a wide open spot. Hamilton tilts his head with a grin followed by a quiet laugh filled with confusion. He furrows his brows together, causing a crease to form in his forehead. Laurens winks as he answers Hamilton’s question.

“I’m about to change your life!” Laurens exclaims.

Hamilton merely laughs, his confused expression softening into something of fondness as he admires Laurens’s beauty. He couldn’t believe he was here with the man he loves so dearly. He couldn’t believe, after all those agonizing years without Laurens by his side, he’s here. Standing in front of him, a few inches taller than he is. Hamilton scowls a little at the thought of Laurens’s height, grumbling with jealousy.

Stupid long legs. Lucky bastard, Hamilton thinks, folding his arms over his chest once Laurens has let go of his wrist. But he fixes his scowl when Laurens turns around to face him. Hamilton frowns, tilting his head to one shoulder as Laurens puffs out a nervous breath when they finally stand in front of each other out in the open field. The grass just up to their ankles.

“Jack?” Hamilton says, worry in his voice. He can tell something is upsetting his dearest Laurens, but he couldn’t tell what it is for sure. “Are you alright, love?”

Laurens blushes at the nickname, his lips pressed together. He ticks his blue eyes up only to lock up with Hamilton’s beautiful violet irises. Laurens feels his heart stop beating as if the bullet had penetrated right through it again. Laurens stares lovingly into Hamilton’s eyes, getting lost into them. He thinks they are beautiful.

“John?” Hamilton chirps, snapping his fingers in front of Laurens. Laurens jerks back into reality, shaking his head as he blinks his eyes. A light red blush dusting across his cheek. Hamilton laughs awkwardly. “Are you alright?”

Laurens pinches his lips together and clears his throat awkwardly, his body warming up slightly. Though, he can’t tell if it was from embarrassment or from the heat coming from the sun. Laurens sinks his teeth into his bottom lip and nods, a small smile of reassurance on his face. He scratches the back of his neck.

“Um...yes, darling. I’m fine. It’s just...my God, Alexander. I missed you so much, dear boy, and my God...you are the most beautiful creature known to Earth,” Laurens says.

Hamitlon scoffs out a laugh as he watches with fondness as Laurens grabs hold of Hamilton’s hand, bringing it up towards his lips and Laurens presses a soft, tender, loving kiss to the back of Hamilton’s knuckles and squeezes his hand tightly. Never letting go. Not again.

“Ah...my dear, you flatter me,” Hamilton replies, a blush as red as his hair creeping on his face.

Laurens looks up and grins. “I meant every word, my dear boy.”

A pause. The two just smiles fondly at each other, gazing longingly and lovingly into each other’s eyes and enjoying the peace and quiet around them and being finally together in each other’s arms.

“John...why did you bring me here?” Hamilton suddenly asks, breaking the silence.

Laurens swallows nervously, worrying his lower lip as he feels his palms beginning to sweat. His fingers twitches at his sides every now and then. Hamilton frowns with worry again, tilting his head towards one shoulder and lifting an eyebrow.

“Um...” Laurens says, clearing his throat as he scratches the back of his neck. “Um...he he...well...uh...God, why is so difficult?”

“What do you mean?” Hamilton wonders.

Laurens turns back to Hamilton. He closes his for a moment as he grabs both of Hamilton’s hands once more, squeezes them tightly as he slowly exhales in hopes it would help his pounding heart. He opens his eyes to lock with Hamilton’s again.

“Alexander,” Laurens begins, a small smile on his face. “Alexander...Alex...my Alexander...”

Hamilton smiles softly and squeezes Laurens’s hands back. “My Jack.”

Laurens looks up and smiles, letting out a small laugh. He swallows and clears his throat again.

“Alexander, my dear boy,” Laurens says. “We’ve been together since 1777. And when I saw you first enter that tent when General Washington introduced me to you as his aide-de-camp, I...I was stunned.”

Laurens looks up from their clasped hands back up at Hamilton. Hamilton doesn’t interrupt, only smiles encouragingly for him to keep going and nodding.

“You were...as I’ve told you a million times...you were and are the most beautiful creature to walk the Earth.” A pause. “You’ve changed my life, Alexander. You changed me. You...you were always there for me...you were...you supported me for my Southern campaign. And when I was prisoner of war and on parole in Pennsylvania, I...”

“Jack, what are you trying to say, love?” Hamilton interrupts.

Laurens swallows again and licks his dry, chapped lips nervously before gripping his hands tighter than before.

“What I’m trying to say is...Alexander...” Laurens continues, letting out a shaky breath. “There isn’t a day where I wasn’t thinking about you.” He locks eyes with Hamilton’s again and Hamilton could feel his heart go boom. “Even when I couldn’t write to you, as much as I had promised you would, I would always think of you.”

A pause. Laurens now hangs his head in shame. Guilt squeezing his chest.

“I’m so sorry, Alexander,” Laurens whispers. Hamilton frowns confusedly. “For breaking your promise. For breaking our promise...”

“Jack—”

“Please...just let me finish,” Laurens gasps. He clears his throat. “What I’m trying to say...Alexander...is...there wouldn’t be anyone else who I’d want to spend the rest of my life with. You are the one thing I love, the one thing I wish to be. I wish to be your life Alexander, and I hope you wish to be mine.”

Silence. That’s all there is between them is silence. Hamilton is still trying to process what Laurens had just said just as Laurens is beginning to slowly reach into his pocket in his wait coat. He grips Hamilton’s hand with one hand and Hamilton can feel his heart stop as he watches Laurens drop down to one knee in front of him. Hamilton gasps with unshed tears brimming in his eyes.

Laurens smiles shakily as he shakily pulls out the small, dark violet box out of his pocket. He clears his throat as he glances up at his beautiful Hamilton before him. Laurens’s vision begins to blur as he laughs a little at Hamilton’s shocked reaction. Hamilton’s eyes fly wide and he gasps as he realizes what’s happening, stifling the gasp with his free hand clamped over his mouth.

“Alexander Hamilton,” Laurens says. “Would you make me the happiest man in the world and do me the honor...” He slowly lifts the lid up to reveal a beautiful silver diamond ring, glistening against the sun. “And marry me?”

Laurens looks up at Hamilton hopefully, his expression a mix of hope and fear. He inhales sharply, holding his breath as he dreadfully waits for Hamilton’s response. Would he reject or would he accept?

After a few minutes of utter silence, Hamilton lets out a choked sob and he nods wordlessly. His head bobbing up and down with tears now escaping him and rolling freely down his freckled cheeks, trying to come up with words but they seem to be caught up with each other. For once, Hamilton was totally speechless.

Laurens opens his eyes to find Hamilton nodding his head with tears streaming down his cheeks like a river and a wobbly smile on his face. Laurens eyes widen. He couldn’t believe this was happening! Finally! Finally! After months and years of always being separated from each other, they are finally getting what they’ve always dreamed of: Unity.

“Yes?” Laurens gasps, eyes wide and his voice strained.

Hamilton nods again, trying to catch his breath as he continues to let out ragged sobs. “Yes...yes...yes...dear God, yes!”

Laurens’s smiles wide as he stands up, pulling Hamilton close to him by the small of his back and laughs. Hamilton laughs as well, leaning his head against Laurens’s chest as Laurens slides the ring onto Hamilton’s ring finger. Hamilton sighs dreamily as he gazes at the ring, tilting his hand and before looking back up at Laurens.

“Shall we seal our matrimony, my dear?” Hamilton gasps, trying to hold back his sobs.

“Matrimony!” Laurens gasps with disbelief. He runs a hand through his honey blonde hair. “Holy shit!”

Hamilton only laughs as Laurens pulls away slightly and grips Hamilton’s hand. Hamilton frowns.

“Wait...what about your ring, Jack? Aren’t you supposed to wear one too?” Hamilton recalls.

“Oh, right!” Laurens says. He reaches into his other pocket and pulls out a simple gold ring and slides it onto his own ring finger and grips Hamilton’s hands in his again. “Now, where were we?”

Hamilton laughs, shaking his head fondly. “Our wedding?”

“Ah, yes!” Laurens breathes, eyes wide and a smile bright as the sun on his face. He looks back down into Hamilton’s stunning violet eyes.

“I, John Laurens, take thee, Alexander Hamilton, to be my lawfully wedded husband to have and to hold, for richer and poorer, through sickness in and in health. Until death do we part.”

Hamilton laughs, more tears of joy running down his cheek. He sniffs, wiping away away the tears as best he can and clearing his throat before staring.

“I, Alexander Hamilton, take thee, John Laurens, to be my lawfully...” A sob escapes. Laurens smiles encouragingly. Hamilton continues as he sniffs. “Lawfully...l-l-lawfully wedded h-h-husband...to have and to hold, for richer or poorer...through sickness and in health...until d-death...death...d-do we...do we p-part...”

“Do you, Alexander Hamilton, take thee John Laurens, to be your lawfully wedded husband?” Laurens asks, sniffling as grips Hamilton’s slightly smaller hands in his slightly larger ones.

Hamilton nods. “Oui! Oui! Yes! Yes! I do! I do! I do! I do!”

Laurens smiles shakily, sniffling as he wipes emotional tears off of his cheeks. He presses a kiss to the back of Hamilton’s hand.

“Do you, John Laurens, take thee Alexander Hamilton, to be your lawfully wedded husband?” Hamilton asks.

Laurens nods. “Hell yeah, I do!”

Hamilton laughs dryly as he tries to calm himself down. “By the power vested in me I now pronounce you...husband...and...” His voice squeaks. “Husband!”

Laurens laughs, starting to lean in. “You may now kiss the groom.”

A pause. Laurens leans in closer and closer, just enough so their noses touch and their foreheads are pressed together, eyes fluttering shut, their lips grazing against each other.

“You ready, dear boy?” Laurens whispers against Hamilton’s cheek.

Hamitlon shudders against Laurens’s voice, and feels himself relax. He grabs Laurens by his lapels which only made Laurens giggle adorably.

“Shut up, Laurens, and kiss me!” Hamilton demands.

“Yes, sir,” Laurens complies.

Hamilton yanks Laurens down by his lapels of his blue Continental uniform and smashes his lips against Laurens’s. The kiss goes from a slow, longing chaste one to a rough and heated kiss. Hamilton grunts as Laurens pulls him closer by the small of his back, looping his arms around Hamilton. Hamilton slides his hands up to cup Laurens’s cheeks and to slide his fingers through his blonde hair as Laurens dips Hamilton slightly in his hold. Laurens squeezes his hold, never wanting to let go of his husband again, God, husband!

After a few minutes, Hamilton unfortunately has to break their passionate kiss to catch their breath. Laurens giggles, a giddy smile on his face as he rests his forehead against Hamilton’s, nudging his nose agaist Hamilton’s.

Laurens and Hamilton share a quick kiss. A kiss signifying their devotion to each other and their union.

Hamilton rests one hand on Laurens’s chest while the other cradles Laurens’s cheek. They’re eyes closed, foreheads pressed together, noses bumping against each other’s, both smiling like they’ve never had before.

Hamilton’s eyes flutter open and so does Laurens at the same time.

“My Jack...” Hamilton whispers. “My dear Jack...”

“My Alexander...” Laurens gasps, pecking Hamilton’s lips once more. “My dear Alexander.”

“I love you, Jack,” Hamilton says, tracing Laurens’s jaw with the crook of his finger. “I love you...”

Laurens smiles adorably, pressing a kiss to the inside of Hamilton’s palm. “I love you too, dear boy. So much. I’m so sorry, Alexander. About everything. About...Manning, about...pushing you away after...”

“Shh, my love. Shh. You’re home,” Hamilton says, locking eyes with Laurens’s. “You’re home...”

“Home...” Laurens echoes, closing eyes as he leans into Hamilton’s touch.

“You’re home to me,” Hamilton continues. “Where you belong. You’re home, Jack.”

Laurens opens his eyes and smiles down at his husband. He closes his eyes again as he pulls Hamilton closer to him, pressing a kiss to Hamilton’s brow and resting his chin on Hamilton’s russet curls. Laurens closes his eyes once more, a small smile on his face. Hamilton smiles dreamily as he rests his cheek against Laurens’s chest, sighing through his nose with content.

With peace.

“Home.”

#oneshot #lams oneshot #historical lams #lams fanfiction #hamilton fanfic #lams #short fic #short one shot #fluffy #fluffy oneshot #together again #hamiltrash #amrev #this took so long #this took longer than expected #this took me way too long to make #like an hour #why am i so descriptive at writing?? #talented writer

[josephinemontilyace]

Frozen 3: Melt (Act 1: Scenes 4-6)

Scene 4

It’s dusk - the setting sun casts long shadows along a dock. We see a figure moving stealthily past shipping crates and between ships. A close up reveals that it’s Hans. A few people give him a brief glance, but no one recognizes him with his unkempt hair, scraggly beard, and common clothes. He ducks beneath the ship that his brothers Frederick and Gregor are on and overhears them.

Frederick lays out the plan. We only see the brothers' shadows moving around, and focus on Hans’ determined but frightened face.

“At this rate you will arrive in Arendelle at dawn in two days’ time,” Frederick tells the ship captain. “You and your crew are transporting our arsenal - swords, bows and arrows, shields, medicines, all the supplies we may need for the siege. We’ll arrive the next day, and consult with your scouts on the status of the kingdom. Focus on the location of the Queen. That is priority number one. We take her, we take it all.”

Heavy footfalls descend the plank back down to the docks. Hans slinks around and climbs aboard the scouts’ supply ship. He will arrive at Arendelle a day before his brothers.

He blends in easily with the other unknowns, commoners recruited due to their inconspicuousness.

Laying down upon a sackcloth to rest, Hans has a nightmare.

His brothers shove him into his room, locking him in. He’s crying, pounding on the door, calling out to his brothers to please let him out. We see the palace from outside his door. Others walk by, day and night, time and time again, but no one does anything. They've been told to ignore the youngest prince.

He sits back on his bed when he hears something at his window - frost is forming around the frame. He walks over and sees a small handprint in the condensation. When he turns around, Elsa, as a child, is standing there in his room, at the door, softly knocking on it, asking Anna if she’s there. We hear Anna’s voice, sounding desperate, calling out for her older sister. Elsa begins pounding on the door with all of her strength. She tears and claws at the door knob. “Anna? Anna! I’m coming!”

Hans wakes up when a scout sloshes cold water on him.

“Some help you were, kid. We’re here. Help me pull in the sails.”

“What?”

“Arendelle. Here. Now get up, boy.”

Scene 5

Anna and Kristoff are lounging on couches in Anna’s room. Soft sunlight shines in as the sun rises. Anna is in a modest gown and Kristoff is wearing something in between royal clothes and his typical garments. They’re flirtatiously discussing wedding plans.

“So we’re set on the tiramisu… AND cake… AND chocolates?” Kristoff asks.

“You tasted those pastries! How could we not? It would be rude to decline the baker's many services,” Anna winked.

Kristoff laughs and walks over to Anna, gently lifting her to her feet.

“Who needs pastries when you’re so sweet yourself?”

“Pfft. Kristoff. Just picture it! The cake, the candlelight, ice sculptures, the food, and - HANS?!” Anna gasps and takes a huge step back, Kristoff instinctively shielding her, but she pushes forward.

They need better security. Hans has climbed up the balcony and right into their room.

“Anna, good, okay, please, I’ve come to -”

“What? Steal the throne again? Take the kingdom? Leave me to die?” Anna speaks bitterly and clenches her fists, leaning forward with confidence.

“That worked so well for you last time,” Kristoff sneers, his eyes taking in Hans up and down, surveying him for weapons.

“GUARDS!” Anna calls out.

“Please, wait, my brothers are on their way. They know Elsa is gone, they want to overthrow you!”

“Or this is a ruse and you’re lying because that’s all you’re good for!” Kristoff smacks back.

Hans relaxes his shoulders and laughs. “At least I’m a prince and not, what, a reindeer farmer? Ice boy?”

“You don’t look like a prince from where I’m standing,” Kristoff says as guards rush in and take Hans by the arms, pinning them behind his back. He doesn’t resist.

“Take him to the dungeon. He says we’re under threat. Please summon my council,” Anna orders the guards. “Once they arrive we’ll speak to Prince Hans.”

“There’s no time, I insist, they’re going to take -”

“Stop. Talking.” Anna orders.

“Yes, your highness,” Hans concedes, rolling his eyes.

After he is led from the room, Gale rushes in with a letter from Elsa. Anna plucks it from the air.

It reads, “I had a dream. Or it might’ve been a memory. I’m not sure, but I’m coming.”

Scene 6

Hans looks out the window of his cell, the ship he sailed here on in the distance. Some of the scouts are still aboard, but clearly some have gone off to, well, scout the premises. They’re sure to find loose security.

Hans becomes startled as the water of the fjord begins to ripple, a shimmering dance upon it. He sees a woman on a… horse? He closes his eyes, shakes his head, and looks up again. It’s Elsa. She’s riding on a horse made of crystal, it seems. There’s a small lizard on her shoulder and wind whipping around her loose hair.

Sadly, the earth giants are not here, they can’t swim and they’d sink any boat.

Hans stands at the window in amazement. He remembers when he first met Elsa, when she accidentally revealed her powers. They were so out of control, and here she was, looking more spirit than human. Hans remembers carrying her back to Arendelle from her ice castle. He remembers trying to kill her… then flashes back to the dream he had last night, when she was there, in the same room, locked away with him.

At that moment Elsa looks up and, despite the distance, she and Hans lock eyes. Hans’ face is frozen, jaw agape. Figuratively frozen, I must clarify. Elsa’s face is one of surprise, then determination and anger.

#frozen 3: melt #frozen 3 #helsa #frozen #elsa #prince hans #anna #kristoff

[cakers-2000]

hii! would u do kokichi tryna ask his crush out but they like playing ‘hard to get’ so it’s frustrating and takes him forever or smtg ? if not that’s alright :) have a nice day n ur writing *chef’s kiss*

First off, thank you so much I’m so glad you enjoy my writing!

Secondly, I hope you enjoy your request, it was really cute! It’s not as great as I had hoped but I still hope you like it!

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~Playing Hard to Get~ ~

Word count: 715

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Kokichi was never one to shy away from a challenge. We’re talking about the same boy who flaunted around his “criminal organization”. The same boy who openly suggested playing a game of Russian Roulette, with a gun full of bullets. Needless to say there wasn’t much that could really get under his skin.

But you.

You were a different story.

He had thought his flirtatious advances towards you were obvious, but you either weren’t getting the hint or you were actively going out of your way to ignore those advances of his. No matter the case though, the more time grew the more frustrated he became.

And eventually he had to act out on these frustrations. He couldn’t hold them bottled up any longer.

But when he went out to search for you day by day it seemed as if you had vanished off of the face of the earth. Were you purposefully hiding from him? Were you toying with him? Sometimes he would swear he would catch a glimpse of you out of the corner of his eye but when he investigated you weren’t there… or were you hiding yourself from him?

Before he knew it weeks had gone by and he had yet to confess his overwhelming feelings for you.

And he had had enough.

After searching and searching and finally seeming to give up on the fruitless endeavor he finally found you.

You spent most of your days sitting in solitary confinement reading a book, it honestly surprised you that it took him as long as it did to find you.

Today your ideal spot was underneath a tree behind the school, basking in the warm sun as you were completely engrossed in the pages in front of you, you were only brought back from the fantasy world scrawled on the pages when you heard a shout from in front of you.

“(Y/N)-chaaaaaaaaan!”

And you instantly knew who it was.

Kokichi Oma.

You slowly lifted your eyes from your book to watch him approach. As soon as his eyes locked with your own he sped up to a jog and threw himself at you in a rather tight embrace.

“Kokichi what do you want?”

He seemed hurt at the rather harsh tone in your voice. “(Y/N) don’t be mean.”

You rolled your eyes and attempted to push him off of you so you could resume your reading. “I’m a little busy you know.”

He pouted at you before moving to sit on the grass beside you.

You turned your attention back to your book, so enthralled by the words you didn’t even notice his eyes practically boring into you. A small smile tugged at the corner of his lips as he watched you mumble to yourself as you read.

He was so engrossed in everything you did.

God you were adorable.

“(Y/N)... why do you hate me?”

The words escaped him before he could even process them. You stared at him in utter shock and he stared back at you with the same look of confusion.

“Wh-What do you mean? I don’t hate you.”

He didn’t seem to be convinced by your words. “Then why have you been avoiding me lately?”

“Avoiding you? Kokichi I haven’t been avoiding you. You just haven’t been looking hard enough.”

You sent a wink in his direction, knowing fully well just how much your words could tease him.

“Ugh (Y/N) you’re the worst!”

“Look who’s talking.”

Your snarky remarks only made him smile and he slowly rested his head on your shoulder. “So like, you wanna go out then?”

“What you mean like… date?”

“Oh my god what else would I mean? Don’t make me ask you again dumbass.”

You couldn’t hold back your laughter at the anger in his voice. He clearly had had enough of your shit. “Okay, okay, I get it. Yes I’ll go out with you Koki… Happy now?”

He giggled a bit to himself and snuggled his head down onto your shoulder. “Very.”

Of course you had purposely been playing hard to get, it was kind of fun to see him scramble after you. You did feel bad, but you were glad that he had the determination to keep chasing you and you knew that he loved you oh so much.

#kokichi oma #kokichi #danganronpa kokichi #kokichi x reader #kokichi scenario #danganronpa #danganronpa v3 #danganronpa killing harmony #danganronpa x reader #danganronpa scenarios

[yandere-society]

Ih-pif-uh-nee

Synopsis: After successfully finding matches for humans for a millennia, Cupid grows irritated when he repeatedly fails to find YN’s soulmate. He decides to go undercover and disguise himself as a normal human to attempt to get closer to her, only to become convinced that HE is the mate he’s been searching for all along.

Pairing: Jimin x Reader

Word Count: 2k

Admin: @chimchimsauce​

Valentine’s Day Event Masterlist

Trigger warnings: yandere-themes, stallking

Cupid is on cloud nine, staring up into the painted sky, the soft coldness of a cloud caressing his large, folded wings. As the sun slowly begins to sink, the god of love rolls onto his stomach, dragging his finger through a passing cloud.

Another day, another match made in heaven. Satisfaction warms Cupid’s heart as he thinks of the young couple he recently paired up - a rich girl from a very influential family and a poor young man struggling to put himself through college. Pairings like that have always been Cupid’s favorite. Unlikely love always blooms faster, roots deeper into the lives of those he strikes with his arrows.

As the sun falls completely beneath the Earth and the moon rises to shine, Cupid sits up, reaching into the sky to pluck a falling star from above. The star shines brightly in his cupped hands, glowing before Cupid cracks it open like an Easter egg to reveal his latest assignment.

While the god is ultimately in control of his matches, every so often, Aphrodite will send tell him of someone special, someone who will require a bit more than a few well-timed coincidental meetings and an arrow to the chest. His mother’s always been a bit of a know it all and a meddler, so it’s not terribly unusual for her to push her own agenda through her son.

Cupid sighs. It’s nearing Valentine’s Day, so hopefully, he’ll have a bit more luck with this assignment than he did with the last one. Last time it took Cupid a fortnight to get the seed of love planted deep enough between a cynical old man and the lady he’d worked with for over two decades. But still, Cupid’s never been unable to make a spark between two people, not even when he was younger and would shoot arrows at random people just for fun.

Of course, he’s matured significantly since then. He doesn’t play such games anymore.

Reading the note he pulls from the star, Cupid reads the name.

YN LN

There’s nothing particularly remarkable about the name. He’s heard it before, used by other people throughout the years. The photograph he’s been given also does not stir anything in him. He wonders briefly what his mother is planning, sending him this assignment without any context. Usually, she’ll at least send some background information on the person and who she wants them to end up with, but there’s nothing else in the star but her name and photo.

Cupid seals the star back, tossing it as far into the sky as he can, letting it return to orbit. He places the photograph into the folds of his angelic garment, standing up and stepping off of the cloud, plummeting towards the Earth’s surface.

He might as well get started now.

Cupid lands gently on a large hill overlooking a sleepy college town, bare feet touching the soft grass. He disappears into the night as he descends upon the town, slipping between dimensions as only gods can do.

It practically takes him no time at all to locate her, YN studying diligently at a library that looks as old as Cupid himself is. Quietly, he lets his presence rest beside her, eyes going over her form, trying to figure out what’s so special about her that she caught his mother’s attention. She’s pretty enough for a human but her face isn’t anything you’d double take on. She almost seems . . . plain.

Cupid can’t help but be a little disappointed. He’d hoped this assignment would be interesting, but it seems like it’ll end up being a bore after all. He’s half tempted to just shoot her and be done with it, but he has a feeling his mother won’t be pleased with him if he does that.

Deciding to give this assignment his all (if for no other reason than not having to put up with one of his mom’s hissy fits) Cupid spends the next few days trailing YN, figuring out her habits, likes, and dislikes. He even sets up a few matches - the guy in her class, one of her pretty friends, a worker in the local grocery store - but to no avail.

Despite shooting the girl with three arrows, not even a lick of love sparks within her. YN just continues her monotonous life, boring the hell out of Cupid.

After an entire week of this, Cupid grows impatient and decides to handle this matter even more personally.

Transforming into human form, Cupid feels the elements against his skin for the first time since . . . he shakes that thought out of his head. A little bit of persuasion is all it takes to get him a new identity and set up at a small bed and breakfast just a few minutes’ walk from YN’s dorm.

He has it all planned perfectly. He’ll run into her at the coffee shop she works part-time at and befriend her, using their time together to find her perfect match. He’s never had to put in this much effort before.

But as soon as Cupid walks into the coffee shop, the little bell over the door rings and the two of them lock eyes, the god’s breath catching in his throat. She smiles at him, the very first time she’s smiled since he’s been trailing her.

Something pulls at his subconscious, just out of reach. Whatever it is is familiar, comforting to him. He doesn’t realize that he’s staring until she clears her throat uncomfortably.

“How may I help you?” she asks.

“I . . . just a coffee, please. Black,” he says once he’s regained a bit of his sense.

“Sure thing. What name would you like me to put it under?” YN asks, already beginning to create the drink.

“Jimin,” he says before he can stop himself, his true name tumbling out between his lips.

Because she’s faced away from him, YN doesn’t notice the shocked look on Jimin’s face. His hand covering his mouth. He can’t believe he said that!

The name ‘Jimin’ was given to him over a thousand years ago, by someone he can’t remember. His mother forbade him from using it and he’s gone by Cupid ever since. So why . . .

“Your total is $3.50. Will that be all for you today?”

“Yes,” Jimin says, rummaging through his pockets to pull out some money he’d manifested earlier that day.

The coffee shop is empty besides the two of them, Jimin choosing to sit by the glass storefront while YN hums quietly to herself, wiping down the counters and tidying up. Soon though, it becomes apparent through his side-eyed watch that she’s out of things to do, just sort of idling around. It’s only then that he god of love remembers that he’s on a mission.

“So uh,” he speaks up, the coffee cup warming his hands, “I’m new in town and I was wondering if you knew of what all there is to do?”

Jimin hates how unconfident he sounds. It’s so unlike him.

“Well,” she begins, grateful for a distraction, “There isn’t all that much to do. It is a rather small town after all.”

“Surely there must be something,” Jimin pushes, really eager to speak with her.

“Hm,” she begins, “There’s actually this very pretty underground lake. You can only see it once every couple of weeks because the cave it’s in is usually flooded - it rains here a lot by the way - but it’s absolutely gorgeous,”

“I’ll have to go sometime,”

Over the course of that singular trip to the coffee shop, Cupid completely forgets that YN is supposed to be an assignment. He becomes completely and utterly enthralled with her and her boring little life. The gods always have something going on, some drama or scandal or fight. It’s so nice just to be able to relax with someone - to actually become close to someone. Jimin sees YN every day. First, he just stops by to get a morning coffee, but soon enough he ends up walking her home after her shift ends and helping her study at the library.

Every expression of hers he has memorized. He lies awake at night and thinks about her, anxious to spend time with her again. It consumes his entire being, is his motivation for his every decision.

Until . . .

Until . . .

Until two months later, when the most gorgeous woman alive is at his doorstep. His mother catches the attention of everyone who walks by, sending one gentleman a flirtatious wink and causing him to walk into a pole.

“What are you doing here, Mother?” Jimin asks sharply, less than thrilled to see her.

“Checking on you,” she says, eyeing him up and down with a hand on her curved hip, “It seems you’ve gotten rather . . . distracted.”

Jimin bristles, growing visibly upset.

“I assigned you to find this girl a mate, not to fall for her,” Aphrodite says, her tone leaving no room for debate.

“I’m not falling for her,” Jimin hisses through his teeth, the lie obvious even to himself.

“You have one more week,” she threatens, “Or else.”

She doesn’t need to elaborate. Jimin knows his mother well enough to know whatever she has planned is awful.

As soon as she leaves, the god has an anger fit, trashing the small rented room he moved into just three weeks ago. He has to see her - he has to go be with YN. She’s the only thing that can calm him down enough for him to make a gameplan.

But as Jimin hurriedly makes his way to her house, he stops when he sees someone - an unfamiliar man - sitting on one of the dorm porch swings and chatting with her. The stranger looks up briefly, catching eyes with Jimin.

“Apollo,” Jimin curses, vision turning red from how pissed off he is.

Before YN can even blink, Jimin has Apollo by the throat, ignoring YN’s panicked cries.

“Stay away from her,” Jimin warms, nails digging into the other god’s skin, “You run and tell my mother to keep her nose out of my business. I’m done doing her dirty work for her.”

He tosses Apollo to the ground, unaware that he’s partially revealed his true form to the terrified young woman behind him. Apollo flashes away, clutching his own throat, fear in his eyes.

When Jimin finally turns towards YN, she’s petrified, a scream caught in her throat.

What’s going on? What had just happened?

“Oh, baby, no, don’t be worried,” Jimin coos, taking YN into his arms.

He doesn’t care that she’s as stiff as a board, immobilized by fear.

“The bad people are gone now. It’s just us, okay. You don’t have to be worried.”

His overly calm tone causes YN to snap out of her reverie, trying to pull away from the man she thought was a friend - the man she thought was human.

“I’m in love with you, YN,” he says, ignoring her attempts to flee and crushing her to his chest like a small child, “I didn’t think I could fall in love, but here I am. I think about you every waking moment, desperate to be around you, desperate to touch you. You feel it too, don’t you, YN?” Jimin says, a crazed look glossing his eyes.

Tears well up in YN’s eyes as she looks at him and realizes what danger she’s in.

“I know you do,” Jimin says, falsely taking her silence for agreement, “Kiss me.”

It’s a command, one she’s much too afraid to ignore. Trembling, Yn shakily presses her lips to his, unaware of the visions she’s just spawned in his head.

All at once, his memories come back to him, hitting the god-like a pile of bricks. He pulls back from her only briefly to wipe her tears away before recapturing her lips in a deeper kiss, never wanting to be parted from her again.

Psyche. His Psyche. The one he’d fallen in love with all those millennia ago, only to be ripped apart when his own mother killed her and their unborn child. No wonder she felt so familiar, so comforting. YN is his soulmate, no one else’s.

He wipes away every one of her continuously falling tears, moving to kiss her forehead.

“Don’t worry, darling. We’re going to be together for the rest of eternity . . . right after I kill my mother.”

#yandere #yandere bts #yandere x reader #yandere jimin #jimin x reader #bts angst #soft yandere

[iwritefandomimagines]

SIMM!MASTER x READER: “Do you believe in love?”

prompt #11 — requested

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pairing: simm!master x reader

description: visiting a famed romantic hotspot (to cause trouble, obviously) with the master leads to you pondering one major question: does he even believe in love?

warnings: angst, as ever with me writing the master !

words: 1,535

You leaned forward to rest your palms on your knees and catch your breath again as the Master, a few paces ahead of you, turned to laugh at your exasperated expression.

“Would you stop laughing at me?” you grumbled, standing up again and following him back into his TARDIS with a scowl on your face, “If you weren’t so intent on pissing off every species in the universe, I wouldn’t have to run so much and end up so bloody tired!”

He smirked, pausing at the TARDIS doors while you caught up to him, “You should be used to it now then, love.”

You followed him inside, your expression still irritated as you folded your arms over your chest dramatically.There he goes again, you thought with a sigh, calling you love whilst mocking you just as he always did. 

It bothered you more today than usual, and you knew exactly why.

You’d been visiting the Four Moons of Tirus, famously frequented by couples for romantic getaways and often either weddings or honeymoons. Of course, travelling with the Master you knew that this hadn’t been a romance-fuelled trip -- instead, he wanted to cause chaos as ever and so dragged you along with him. 

At first it had been fun, stealing food from buffet tables and skipping through fancy venues. But he’d torn you from a conversation with a Commander of a fleet attending a wedding on one of the Four Moons, and from then on the day had been miserable.

You’d hoped he was jealous -- you couldn’t deny Commander Fluxx II’s flirtation towards you -- but his behaviour crumpled your hopes swiftly.

Watching him flirt with taken women of every species weighed heavy on your chest for multiple reasons: One, you were admittedly jealous. Your feelings for the Master were becoming increasingly potent, and his teasing was becoming increasingly infuriating. And two, it felt shit to see him so blatantly disregard the notion of love and relationships.

Above all else, though, you were devastated by his reaction to being told you made a cute couple. Once he’d pulled you away from the commander, an elderly alien woman had winked and complimented you both, telling you that you were perfectly suited to eachother. 

He’d scoffed, told the creature that you were ‘merely a companion, more like his pet’ and stormed away as though he’d never heard such a disgusting accusation in all of his existence.

You’d hoped maybe there’d been some small romantic undercurrent to him bringing you to the Four Moons, perhaps even if very subtle. Maybe he’d kiss you under the nightly Tirusian aurora, or buy you a bouquet of their native flowers. 

But of course, he was just here to wreak havoc with you at his command.

You’d finally composed yourself now, no more jagged breaths as you stood at his side, hand on your hips, “Don’t you get bored of just messing with people’s feelings, Master?”

You were directly referring to his previous actions, but your words were laced with dismay at his disregard for your evident feelings, too. 

“Whatever do you mean, Y/N?” he smirked, bringing his hand to his face in a falsely inquisitive manner.

“Well, that woman was literally stood next to her husband and you were blatantly disrespectful and embarrassingly flirtatious... the look on his face was terrifying, you’re lucky we got away or he’d have torn you to shreds. Did you see his claws?” you rambled, shuddering at the thought of the alien who’d chased you all the way back to the TARDIS.

“He would never have gotten to us, Y/N.” the Master too crossed his arms now, brows furrowed, “I don’t see what’s gotten you so riled up.” You could see in his face that he was lying. He knew. Of course he knew.

You grunted, shaking your head, “You spend all of your time treating people like they’re beneath you, like they’re expendable. You tease people, you flirt with people. Hell, you flirt with me. Then you go and act like I’m nothing but shit on the bottom of your shoes. You’re pathetic, frankly. Shameless, and pathetic.”

“Ah, so that’s what it’s about, us?”

You scoffed, “There isn’t an us, Master. Don’t you dare stand there so smug and talk like you even care about me. This isn’t about that. It’s about the fact that you’re selfish and self-important and you act like nothing matters to you. It’s ridiculous!”

Your chest was heaving as you spat these words at him, fury coursing through your every vein. You knew that it was obvious why you were predominantly angry, and that maybe you needed to calm down, but you were furious and upset and heartbroken all at once and this tornado of emotion couldn’t be stopped easily.

The room fell silent, the Master’s face no longer painted with a smirk but instead simply blank. You didn’t know what more to say for a moment, gathering your thoughts and trying to steady your erratic breathing.

You remained in silence for a good few minutes, both deep in thought and refusing to make eye contact with each other. 

You let out a deep breath then, leaning forwards and resting your chin in your palm, “Do you believe in love?” you whispered, still avoiding his gaze and speaking so quietly he wasn’t sure he even heard you right.

He swallowed thickly, straightening his stance and relaxing his arms.

“I didn’t.”

“What?”

“I didn’t before. Believe in love, that is.”

“Before what?”

“You, Y/N.”

Your face twisted in confusion, eyes narrowing as they snapped up to meet his all of a sudden. 

How on earth could he stand there and say that, especially seeming so serious, after all that had just happened? Did he really respect you so little that he believed providing you with such lies would give you enough false hope to stop being so angry with him?

“Please don’t say things like that. It’s not fair, and you know it isn’t.” you frowned, shaking your head again and biting your lip.

“I know it’s hard to believe, Y/N, but it’s true,” he shrugged, stepping towards you, “And that was why I brought you to the Four Moons of Tirus. At least initially.”

You cocked your head to the side, “Why were you acting like such an arsehole then?”

He raised his hand to rub over your upper arm for just a moment before returning it to his side, “Because when that disgusting Commander was shamelessly all over you I questioned the point of being in love, anyway.”

You were confused, and so said nothing, allowing him to continue.

“You called me pathetic, but you didn’t see his wife watch him touch you and run off crying,” he sighed, “So many species disregard love even when they claim to feel it. Why bother? I’ve spent long enough on my own, I needn’t fool myself into relying on someone when there’s every risk of ending up alone again anyway.”

You scoffed even more abruptly now, baffled by his words.

“So you got jealous and decided to be petty and hurt me anyway?” you questioned, venom dripping in your tone, “I’ve been waiting for some inkling that you cared about me, and now you finally tell me you love me and still somehow manage to invalidate that and make me feel worthless! I can’t keep playing your games, Master. I’m tired.”

He took your hands in his delicately, “I’ve spent so long alone, Y/N, you have to understand that. I never meant to fall in love with you, and a relationship with me would be about as dysfunctional as you could get. I don’t want to risk hurting you, or getting hurt myself.”

“Flirting with everyone under the sun and making me feel like I don’t matter won’t make feelings go away, Master,” you clenched your fingers around his, somewhat in an effort to reassure him whilst you were being honest, “You’re stuck with me, and I hate to break it to you but love doesn’t just dissipate overnight, even if you claim it’s ‘pointless’ anyway.”

“I’m sorry Y/N. And I’m sorry for ruining what could’ve been a chance to make things up to you.” he pouted, and you felt your stomach swarm with butterflies.

“Look, I’m not going to tell you I forgive you, but I’ll give you the chance to prove that this is more than just some twisted game of yours, because I’m that stupid human whose gone and fallen in love with you, eh,” you half-joked, bringing your entwined hands up to kiss the back of his, “I overheard one of the Commander’s fleet talking about the Perpetual Sunsets of Parboon. It’s like... always sunset and sounds incredible. Take me there?”

He nodded, kissing your temple and swiveling towards the TARDIS console with a newly returned smile. Your heart warmed; It wasn’t his usual arrogant smirk now, but instead a smile of genuine happiness.

“Parboon it is,” he grinned, pulling you closer to his side, “But if any silly alien soldiers make a pass at you again, I won’t be so kind to them this time.”

“Sure, spaceman,” you rolled your eyes teasingly, “Whatever you say.”

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hello !! thank u for the request & i hope you enjoyed this, not sure how i feel about the ending but i wasn’t sure how to wrap it up, i hope this was alright though !!

feel free to keep requesting as ever, here is my prompt list if you’re short of ideas, and here’s my masterlist for you to read for the time being! thanks again for reading & supporting my writing, i really appreciate it <3

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Cactus Juice - Zukka

Fandom: Avatar, Zuko x Sokka

Summary:

Part 1/1

The heat was suffocating, every minute felt like an eternity. The group took a second, arms coming up to block the wave of sand the wind had sent pelting their way.

Zuko sighed, wiping away the beads of sweat from his forehead. It was becoming increasingly hard to breathe by the second. He knew blindly following these idiots around the world was a bad idea..

If it was this excruciating for him, he didn’t dare to think of how it felt for North Pole natives. Personally, he’d grew up surrounded by fire and heat and this detour was painful enough for him.

"Why are we doing this again?" Sokka groaned from beside him. Fists clenched at his side as he tried his best to keep from falling straight onto the heaps of sand that were devouring each step he took.

"Blame Appa! He's the one that landed here for no good reason!" Toph exclaimed, nobody hated the desert more than she did. She couldn't see a single thing here and the guilt she felt from the last time hadn't faded - even if she and everyone else knew there wasn't much else she could've possibly done.

"He was exhausted! We've been flying for days alright, he needs rest and so do we" Aang pitched in, explaining he'd find them shelter for the night and to keep walking north before flying off in to the distance.

"I'm so thirsty" Sokka complained moments later, hoping his remark would be enough to tug on his sisters heart strings but he’d be a fool to truly believe that.

"Sokka, no! If I keep giving you all the water we're going to run out" Katara stated firmly, shaking her head at her brothers annoying complaints.

"He can have my ration" Zuko said, offering Sokka a small smile. The smile was returned ten fold, a wide thankful grin plastered stupidly on Sokka’s face.

"You'd really do that for me?" Sokka stopped, his eyes dangerously flirtatious but Zuko knew this was just how he acted. Though god bless him for the period in time where he hadn’t quite understood Sokka and his playful nature. He’d never been closer to dying in his life and that’s saying something.

Katara shook her head. Zuko was an idiot to offer up his share, this journey was about to get unbearable if Aang didn't find shelter soon. They couldn't sleep in this heat and Appa needed rest if they ever planned on getting out of here.

Zuko nodded sternly, not understanding what the big deal was. Sokka was his friend, he'd helped him understand kindness in a way only his uncle had ever done so previously. He didn't mind returning the favour once in a while.

"I'm moved prince Zuko, but I must decline.. you're gonna need it trust me" Sokka started his sentence with a teasingly light tone but ended it with anguish. Oh how he longed for a drink.

"Alright, but the offers there" Zuko finishes, his mind having not being changed in the slightest. In truth he'd do the same for any of his friends. They'd all helped him grow in ways he'd never thought possible.

Momo chirped, jumping from Sokka’s shoulder before flying off to the west of the group.

"Momo, dearest momo.. wait where is he going?" Sokka pondered, wondering if perhaps he should follow. They all stopped momentarily, awaiting their friends return.

"Alright you two stay here, Toph and I are going to go to the top of that hill and see if we can find Aang" Katara said, Zuko nodded but Sokka wasn't paying much attention. He'd already fallen to the floor with his hands covering his face from the sweltering sun.

"You're gonna make me climb a hill? I can't see you know!" Toph exclaimed, hoping that for once this card might work on Katara.

It didn't. She just softy grabbed Toph’s arm, muttering something about how dumb it would be to leave Toph and Sokka unattended together. It really didn't have a good track record.

"This. Is. Hell." Sokka cried out. Zuko tried his best to block the sun from his friend but realised he couldn't do much else. Momo returned soon after with a strange looking cactus, flying a little lower and sloppier than usual. Zuko frowned, something was wrong with him.

"Oh momo! I knew there was a reason you were my favourite!" Sokka beamed.

"What is it?" Zuko asked, trying to examine the strangely juicy cactus in Sokka’s hand.

"This my friend, is drinkable and I'm going to drink it.. So what if maybe it didn't go so well last time I'm sure not every cactus here is as weird as that one" Sokka says, he looks as though he's talking himself into that. Looking at it hesitantly for a second before taking a sip from the top of it and offering it to Zuko.

Zuko went to take it, unsure as to weather or not he would drink it yet when it was suddenly knocked from Sokka’s hands.

"Sokka! You have got to be kidding me!" Katara screeched, standing on the cactus that had fallen to the ground.

"I'm sorry Katara, I'm just so thirsty" Sokka said before falling back to the floor, his pupils dilating as he giggled at nothing.

"What was that?" Zuko pondered, looking down at the crushed cactus he thought he'd be getting a taste of.

"Cactus juice, last time we were here those two idiots drank some of it and were out of it the rest of the day.. I guess you'll see" Katara sighed.

"Anyway, Aang is just up ahead and I think I see structure’s so let's keep moving" Katara instructed, taking Toph’s arm as the two took the lead. Zuko followed close behind, trying to keep an eye on Sokka who had become rather slow and distracted. He was jumping up and down like an idiot trying to catch Momo’s tail.

"What is he doing?" Zuko asked, completely bewildered by this entire day and how calm everyone was being about it.

"Oh just leave him, it's his own fault and he'll be fine by tomorrow, Momo too"

Zuko sighed, looks like it would be his responsibility to look after the idiot. Great. As if he didn't have bigger things to worry about than the cute boomerang lunatic.

Zuko went to grab Sokka’s arm to guide him in the right direction but stopped when Sokka reached straight past his offering hand and directly for his face.

Zuko felt his cheeks heat up considerably as his friend's fingers tugged at them.

"Hmm, scary fire prince guy" Sokka said and Zuko stepped back a little. Perhaps he'd forgotten the last few weeks in the state he was in. Or perhaps he’d messed up so much in the past that he’d always be known as that person to Sokka and many, many others.

"Always trying to catch us"

"Yes, I'm truly sorry for all of that" Zuko frowned, he'd thought everyone had forgiven him, he'd thought Sokka had forgiven him.

"Yup! Now pretty fire prince is on our side! Momo did you hear that? We've got the best looking fire bender on our team!" Momo chirped and Zuko hid in his hands. Katara laughed.

"Sorry, guess he's very lose lipped when he's drugged" She smiled. A gust of wind hit them suddenly, Zuko parted his hands slightly, peaking through his fingers he watched as Aang came into view.

"There's a group of earth benders not far from here, they said we could stay the night in their barn" He exclaimed. Flying happily on an air bubble.

"That's great Aang, I'm not sure Sokka could last much longer" Katara said, motioning over to her brother. Her bother who's arms were wrapped around Zuko’s neck as he smiled up at him.

"Oh.. okay then. Let's make our way there then" Aang laughed, he'd known about Sokkas feelings for a while now so this was far less of a surprise to him than it seemed to be for Zuko.

The group made their way straight towards the earth benders, following behind an excitable Aang.

Katara shared the last of her water around when they were about ten minutes away, figuring they could stock back up once they arrived. Sokka, on the other hand, continued making flirtatious comments to Zuko all while chasing Momo around and paying far much attention to every single thing.

"I found this rock, it's hard around the edges but look the inside is smooth!" Sokka beamed, handing the newly discovered rock to Zuko.

"It reminded me of you, pretty boy" Sokka winked and Zuko blushed, rubbing his finger over the rock before placing it in his pocket. He kept telling himself to ignore Sokka, he was high and he didn't really think any of this. But still, he couldn't force his heart to stop fluttering.

Soon after and they'd safely made it to the earth benders. A man dressed head to toe in beige clothing and bandages stepped forward. Slowly unwrapping his face protection as he smiled.

They were greeted warmly, given food and water and told they were free to stay as long as they'd like.

"We'd be honoured to house the Avatar" The man had said, bowing his head before showing them to their spare barn. It was nice enough. Piles of hay, a roof, lots of water for Appa and that's all they really needed. They just had to wait for Appa to sleep then they could get out of here and onto land where breathing wasn't as hard a task.

Though Zuko thought the desert air was fine to breathe through in comparison to Sokka’s remarks and sudden close proximity.

They all did their part in setting up the base, no fire was necessary for once but still, sitting on the floor was never comfortable.

Aang disappeared momentarily before returning with some blankets for everyone to sit on, smiling though a story as he placed each one down in a circle formation.

Sokka’s blanket had originally been placed between Aang and Toph, everyone thinking it a good idea to keep him as far from Zuko as possible. Zuko tried not to sulk, it was annoying Sokka had to be so far from him after being stuck to him for the last hour.. But it was definitely for the best.

Sokka on the other hand didn’t like this arrangement at all…

"No! I wanna sit with Zuko!"

"Sokka no! You're being weird you're going to make him uncomfortable!" Katara said, gulping down some water before using the rest to fill up her water bending pouch.

"Oh.. I don't want him to be uncomfortable.." Sokka frowned, looking down at his hands and Zuko felt a pang in his chest. He picked up his own blanket and placed it ridiculously close to Sokka’s. Who needed logic when your incredibly cute best friend was pining over you.

"Hey, I'm not uncomfortable" He smiled and Sokka beamed. His hands reaching for Zuko’s own and lacing them together.

"hmm good.. you're the best!" Zuko’s chest tightened, oh how he hoped Sokka actually meant this.

"But make sure you drink this alright? It'll make you feel better" Zuko said, placing a water bottle in Sokka’s free hand.

Aang smiled at how carefully Zuko was treating his friend and felt his heart warming at how much Zuko had become a member of the group. At how much he'd changed. There was a point where he'd wanted nothing more than to hunt them all down, now he was smitten with the boomerang guy.

"Uhhh no! I already feel great, you're here!"

"Gross! Why's he so soppy when he's high" Toph fake gagged. Sokka’s face was enveloped in a pout and Zuko frowned.

"Don't listen to her. Drink this and I'll stay here all night all right?"

"With me?!" Sokka bounced when Zuko nodded. Gulping down his water as though his life depended on it. Then he threw the water bottle, looking towards Zuko for his praise.

"Ow" Aang frowned. "I see, no regard for your other friends then!" He joked and Sokka glared at him.

"Hey! I love you all, but Zuko is hot! Ahh! Don't tell him I said that" Sokka shouted towards Aang. Whisper shouting the end part but it wasn't even close to being an actual whisper, and even if it was Zuko was still going to hear it, what with being right next to him and all.

"Oh! Fire prince! Didn't see you there... How ya doin'?" Sokka winked when he turned to face Zuko again.

"You think I'm hot?"

"Did Aang tell you! No loyalty I'm telling you!" Sokka shouted. Earning a small "heyy" from Aang.

Zuko smiled, newly found confidence seeping into him. He'd never felt like this before but Sokka’s sincerity made him feel safe and secure enough to do anything.

He pulled at the hand he was holding, Sokka’s face flying forward and he caught it with ease, his mouth grazing Sokkas ear as he whispered.

"Not so bad yourself" Sokka screeched, nearly taking out everyone’s ear drums on his way before wrapping his arms around Zuko’s neck, his legs overlapping Zuko’s own.

"Guys!! Hot stuff likes me back!" Sokka smiled.

“Um.. What exactly does he mean?”

“He means he’s been trying to get your attention for weeks and apparently it hasn’t been working” Katara says, shrugging.

“Now he thinks you do feel the same, which we all knew of course but he’s an idiot” She finished and Zuko quite literally felt as though he could explode.

“Will he even remember this?”

“Probably not”

“Oh” Zuko looked down, Sokka’s head was in his lap, fingers tracing along his jaw and Zuko caught them.

“Hey! Lemme touch youuu” Sokka whined and Zuko knew he couldn’t exactly say no to those eyes. He let go of his hand expecting it to go back to his jaw but instead it fell and hit Sokka straight in the face.

“Ouch” Everyone laughed at that, everyone except Zuko and sokka.

“I’m so sorry, I thought you’d-“

“Shh, you’ll get worry lines on your perfect face!”

“I’m sorry, I really did think my brother had a little more integrity than this.. A little but not a lot..”

Sokka huffed, his arms crossing on his chest.

“I think it’s brave. He’s very open, takes a lot of courage” Sokka smiled again, tugging on Zuko’s shirt and going up to kiss him.

“Okay no kissing me while drugged” Zuko stated, he definitely wanted it more than anything, but not when Sokka wouldn’t even remember it…

“I’m sure it doesn’t take any bravery when you’re that high” Toph scoffed, shoving some of the food they’d been given into her mouth.

“I’m super brave! Me and boomerang could rule the world!” Sokka yelled. His hand slamming into the air as he made a throwing motion.

“Aren’t I invited?” Zuko frowned down at the head on his lap, which gasped and sat up, just barley avoiding a collision on his skull Zuko readjusted.

“Of course! Zuko, sokka and boomerang! Dream team”

“Sure, dream team of doing nothing! It’s the three of us that have kept us alive this long..” Katara says scoffing.

“Ahh let him have it Katara, I haven’t seen him this happy in a long time” Zuko smiles at that comment. He doubts it has anything to do with his arrival but a guy can dream.

Hours had passed and Sokka still wasn't regaining any form of normality, he'd been attached to Zuko all night. Everyone had found it all very amusing, but Zuko hadn't felt this alive before. He'd never have thought that the water tribe boy would've liked him back, never mind this much.

Sokka hasn't gone ten minutes without calling Zuko pretty or beautiful in some sort of way, he felt a little guilty about it but Zuko really didn't want this to stop. He didn't want Sokka to wear off from the drug and say he didn't mean any of it, he was just high.

It hurt too much to think about that, so he shook his head. Besides if that really were the case then wouldn't it be best to make the most of tonight?

"Hey hot stuff? What ya thinking about? Is it me.. are you thinking about me?" Sokka smirked, resting his head on Zuko’s shoulder.

"It's a little hard not to when you're all over me" Zuko replied, earning only a "hmm" from Sokka - who had seemed to take this as a request for him to get even closer. He pushed Zuko down onto his blanket, then fell down onto it himself. They were face to face and Zuko swears he hadn't actually had any oxygen in an hour.

Sokka smiled, moving closer and burying his head in Zuko’s neck. The rest were all asleep now, luckily for sokka as they would likely tease him about this for weeks.

"Sleep with me" Sokka mumbled and Zuko jumped, pulling his head away.

"What?!" Zuko sat up, stunned. It had came out a little louder than expected but there were only a few stirs.

"I'm tired and you're warm.." Sokka smiled, pulling Zuko back to him and pushing a leg under Zuko’s - who had just been brought back down to earth in realising Sokka didn't mean what he thought he meant.

"Goodnight Sokka.." Zuko smiled, his hand holding Sokka’s head as his breaths got slower and deeper. Zuko didn't want to sleep, he wanted to cherish this moment incase he never got another like it.

Yet the warmth and the safety was more than he'd ever felt and soon enough sleep was overtaking him.

———

"What the -" Sokka screamed, jumping out of Zuko's grip, legs taking him as far away from the sleeping Firebender as they possibly could. He turned to look at his friends who were all staring at him with raised brows.

Then he whispered.

"Please tell me why I just woke up entangled with the fire prince!" He whisper shouted and Zuko stirred. He walked closer to his friends so as not to wake the very subject of his confusion.

"Because, you idiot, you decided to drink cactus juice again.. you know, because it worked out great last time" Katara scowled. Sokka shook his head, wanting an actual answer.

"Yeah, then you clung to fire fingers over there the entire night. It was gross, you kept calling him pretty" Toph turned up her face.

"It was cute, Zuko looked after you the whole time.. but you're gonna have a lot to talk about when he wakes up" Aang smiled warmly and Sokka felt his insides churning. He was mortified, no way had he fallen asleep in Zuko’s arms.. no way had he spent the whole night calling him pretty..

"Please someone just kill me now" Sokka whined. He was about to step outside for some air before remembering they were in a giant desert and decided against it. Clearly he didn't mix well with the desert.

"Morning sleepy head" Toph said when a eerily quiet Zuko came towards them. He was rubbing his eyes and his hair had fallen in front of his eyes.

"What are you staring at? Aren't you going to call me pretty today?" Zuko teased, unaware that the cactus juice had most definitely worn off.

He certainly caught on to this development when Sokka’s face was overcome with horror. Zuko’s own cheeks reddened and he let out a quick "oh" before returning to his blanket to wake up properly. Sokka looked between his friends and Zuko, each of them pointing with their heads to talk to him.

Sokka took a deep breath and ventured forward. Taking a seat beside Zuko, smiling cautiously when Zuko looked at him.

"Sorry, I thought you were still... You know" Zuko said, looking down at the water in his hands and taking a quick drink of it.

"Yeah about that.. the gang just told me what I did and I'm so sorry"

"No! I mean.. it wasn't bad.." Zuko said, trying with every fibre of his being to keep a straight face but get his point across properly. Sokka raised a brow, realisation dawning that perhaps Zuko felt the same. After all, he had let Sokka sleep with him..

"oh.. well in that case, you look adorable this morning" Sokka smiled, reaching over and pressing his lips to Zuko's cheek. Laughing fondly when he saw the heat rising to them.

"Yup, definitely adorable"

#zuko #sokka #zuko x sokka #avatar #avatar the last airbender #gaang #zukka #zukka fanfic #i wrote this on no sleep #probably gonna edit this HEAVILY when i am functional again #i just hope its coherent #zukka fluff #pure fluffy #apparently im soft asf when tired #send me zukka prompts #my writing #fanfiction

[hanabiira]

Excuse me I am now going to post a drabble @syncopxtc​ wrote me like a 1000 years ago but is still really fucking nice and I was thinking about it: 

Sometimes he mistakes her for a part of the earth. When she’s in the garden, it is as though she grows right from the flowers. It is impossible to tell where she ends, where the garden begins, and if he is looking adoringly at a mirage or a mythical creature. She is often smiling, but it takes on a different value when she’s surrounded by all that growth. She does not even smile that way for him, but he doesn’t mind. He has his own. He has the joy of being the only man she looks at in his earned way.

She notices him, and she lifts her head from her sister begonias and greets him with a slow, certain blink of her eyes. He grins, lifting his teacup as if in a toast to the sight of her.

He had offered to help, but she let him down very gently, citing the decaying spider plant in his office. How he had managed to kill something so hardy, she could not figure out. There had seemed another thought ready to escape her lips, but she had stayed silent, absolving his lack of a green thumb with a kiss, instead.

She has enough nurturing for the two of them. He is surrounded by the evidence.

She passes a hand over a thick bed of marigolds, whose petals, he’s noticed, are a little velvety up close. He doesn’t trust himself to touch them as she does, her fingers starkly pale against the sea of deep maroon and curls of orange and yellow. The marigolds all seem to happily shake beneath her. They grow a little brighter, as if she had guided them toward the sunlight.

When her work is done, she comes to him. He is sitting on the steps of the engawa, and when she approaches she slides her arms over his shoulders, briefly holding him against her chest. They have settled into the comfortable silence of love, when it lasts long enough. You no longer have to fill the moments with chatter. You can speak, even chastely, with your body.

She pours herself some tea, and while it cools, she lays her head upon his shoulder. She is no longer framed by flowers, and it always takes him a moment to adjust. She looks so right, blending with the earth, that when she is instead surrounded by wood and stone he worries she will wither. But then, when they touch, he feels certain of her once again.  

“I’d like to grow some lily-of-the-valley,” she says, soft, her voice always the joyful blend of a sigh and a song. “Your division’s flower…”

“Aw,” he teases. She gently nudges her elbow into his arm.

He imagines it, the pale white blooms hanging heavy in a bough. He’s always thought they looked like tear drops or bells. When the wind blew, he always expected to hear ringing. He’d like to see them here, as a part of her.

“That way everyone’ll know yer my girl, huh?” A signifier of him, planted in her literal garden.  

“Something like that.” Which meant: no. He grins though, and slides an arm around her back. The sun goes behind a cloud.  

                                                                         -

It has always been difficult to focus during meetings. It has only gotten worse since he has loved her, that she should stand across from him looking regal, pretty, proud, and perfect. Already he was easily distracted, prone to daydreaming. And now, even the bow in her hair manages to drive him wild.

Rose is beside him. He notices. He gives him shit. But he’s taken a century’s worth of his teasing, so he doesn’t see the harm in enduring a little bit more, for her sake.

She lets her eyes float to him from across the room. Usually he finds it easy to slip into some flirtatious routine, to wink or wiggle his eyebrows, or to send some concentrated, steamy reiatsu her way and her way only. But today, he just looks. There is a defenselessness in his eyes, an earnestness. He has nothing charming to offer her. He bites his lower lip. Her own, they part, as if it would be appropriate to speak, to ask him what he’s so moony about all of a sudden.

She finds out later, when the meeting’s been dismissed. As they exit the room, he reaches for her wrist to catch it in a gentle, loving hold.

“Mm?” she asks, trying to be professional, though her eyes always burn on him now. It is unavoidable, and everyone already knows. They’ve not said it out loud, but he’s keen enough to know that it’s not so secret.

He says nothing, just smiles and lifts a hand to her cheek, fingers lacing into her hair. The room is empty, and Ise-san has turned off the lights.  

“I just love you,” he says, casual as one can manage.

“Is that all?” Always she teases. But still she lifts herself up on her toes, helped by his arms around her back, and kisses him sweetly. In his ear, she whispers. “I love you too.”

It is a blur that brings them to the darkened corridor. Her love tends to make him dizzy and foolish, out of his own head even as his focus is narrowed on her. It’s quick, and has the tone and urgency of something far less loving, but when it’s over, he just holds her for a while. Their uniforms still parted and askew, pressing her to him as if...as if he could be as one of her flowers. There is no telling where their bodies separate.  

After some quiet, further admissions of affection, they are at it again. He leaves lewd marks all across her chest. She leaves reddened lines in his back from her desperate scratching.

But in the evening, they lay nestled like spoons in a warm, freshly-made bed, and there is nothing but softness.

                                                                          -

He feels that he is not as magnificent as her. That there are no pieces of him in the world. No flowers left behind in his wake. He makes nothing brighter. He can turn things upside down, maybe. He can make things confusing. Hopefully not for her. But he must. He’s sure she doubts him. That his years of flirtation and philandering have made her suspicious of his devotion.  

So he leaves pieces of himself behind. Things to make her sure that he is tethered here, to her.  

One morning, combing his hair before her vanity, he hears the familiar scratching of a needle to a record. Not expert, like he does it, but careful and practiced. He’d bought her the turntable, but all the records were his. Or, they were. Every record that he left in her quarters, he thought of as a gift. A token of his love. He told the story of it through songs. He’s danced with her to Sam Cooke’s “You Send Me,” made love to her beneath the sad Lady’s “Bewitched, Bothered, and Bewildered.” She’s offered her opinions on them, vaguely, and he’s sure she says she likes them simply to pacify him. Until this morning.

Above the smell of fresh tea, through the warm yellow light of dawn, he hears it. He’d turned her onto Carly Simon months ago, and found her reaction to it tepid. Carly wasn’t for everyone. But once the scratching stops, once the needle finds its perfect groove, he hears the throaty crooning.

Nobody does it better…

He grins wide, and places his comb onto the vanity, turning his head to the hallway, where the sound carries.  

Baby you’re the best…

He cannot stop the smiling as he saunters down the hallway. I wasn’t looking, but somehow you found me. When he makes it into the living room, he sees her. She is spinning lazily to the music, her freshly donned shihakusho billowing around her. There is still some morning sleepiness in her eyes, though she glows as if she is ready for the day, the afternoon, the evening. She is smiling, and she smiles all the more when she sees him watching from the doorway.

With a raise of her eyebrows she invites him to join.  

Nobody does it quite the way you do.

He cannot tell where the music ends, where her laugh begins. He cannot tell where their hands meet. They turn in an endless whirlwind of love, and the dizziness makes them late for work.

Even once the record ends, and the room is filled with silence, he can only hear the sweet music.  It is her breathing, and his. Maybe he is only magnificent, is only a part of the earth, when his head is resting on her perfect chest and their limbs are indistinguishable. This is what people mean-- and he used to think it was so silly-- when someone is the world to you.

#not my writing lol #pretty sure its obvious that it isnt though lmaooo #I read this periodically and love to cry obviously #i had this lost on my old laptop for a while #syncopxtc

[littlegrrl7]

Fireworks in Oshu

For @garbageangie winner of the tumblr follower appreciation fic 

Ikemen Sengogu- Masamune/OC NYE Fluff

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 She missed seeing the birds fly south for the winter; the low honking in a bright blue autumn sky. The v formation and steady flap of wings as groups would pass over the golden fields of her farm. She even missed seeing their black and white forms dotting the rolling hills around her home as they foraged the fallow fields after the first snow.

     I’m a long way from home, Mizuko thought wryly, chewing on the stem of her unlit kiseru.

 She tucked a lock of her wavy brown hair behind one ear, looking out over the snow-covered gardens of Oshu. They were wrapped in crystalline splendor. The glittering snow had just eased up as the sun parted from the sky. Another day done.

 With a shiver, Mizuko wrapped her blanket around her a little tighter. It never mentioned in all the beautiful photos she’d seen of a wintery Japan just how freakin’ cold it was without modern heating. It was almost too cold to reach out from under her wrappings to take another sip of sake.

 But she did.

 “Why on earth did I ever agree to this trip?” she said aloud. It had been two months since she fell through time to the Sengoku period, and she was still shaken by how foreign everything was. Some days, she just wanted to hide in her blankets and squeeze her eyes tight until the dream ended.

 “Mizuko? Ah, here you are, lass.”

 She peeked out from under her blankets at the man who talked her into leaving Azuchi. Where it was warm, where she had a lovely large brazier heating her room, maybe it was that sparking deep blue eye of his that had tempted her - or his flirtatious nature. Mizuko watched the warlord walk across the room, balancing a sizable tray on his slim hip. He gave her a saucy wink, or she guessed it was a wink - it was tough to tell with the eye patch he always wore - and set the covered tray beside her.

 “Are you warm enough?” His brows knitted in concern, and he lit another brazier nearby before whisking the blanket she was bundled in away. The icy air stroked along Mizuko’s skin, instantly raising goosebumps.

 “I was almost there— Masamune!” she squealed as he lifted her into his lap, then settled the blanket around them both. His lips brushed her cheek, and she could feel her skin heating. His hard body pressed intimately to her back. She squirmed as if to move, and he put an arm around her waist, resting his chin on her shoulder.

 “There now, lass. I wouldn’t be a good host if I didn’t keep you warm and fed,” he flashed her a grin and lifted the cover off the tray, “I figured we could see the new year in together, just the two of us.”

 “You mean the three of us,” Mizuko smirked as she saw Shogetsu stroll into the room, prowling intently toward the tray. The kitten made a frustrated little noise as he lifted it onto a small stand.

 “Well, it’s a special night now that I have both my kittens,” He dropped the jovial smile for a moment for a look of concern, “Feeling any better?”

 “A bit. It’s quieter here. I really miss my home,” she paused for a long moment before adding, “but it’s nice to be here with you.”

 His arms tightened around her briefly, then he lifted a bowl of dumplings before them, offering her one with his chopsticks.

 “Here you are, our New Year’s Eve feast.”

 Shogetsu snuggled into Mizuko’s lap, perhaps hoping she would drop food. The purrs from the kitten rumbled against her thighs, tugging a small smile on her lips. She snaked one hand out of the warm blankets to stroke the tiger’s soft fur.

 They ate in silence for a while, enjoying the cerulean streaked sky turning to indigo. The snow stopped completely, and the stars came out to dance in the midnight blue velvet of the heavens. Mizuko leaned her head back against Masamune’s shoulder, tempted to close the screen for warmth but still enraptured by the view.

 “What would you usually do on this night, Masamune? Do you always come home?” she asked, her fingers still stroking the purring kitten in her lap.

 “Usually, I’d be in Azuchi, just another night, honestly. You seemed like you were feeling a little crowded, so I thought it would be a perfect time of year to disappear for a few weeks.”

 “You know they will all be gossiping about us when we return,” Mizuko teased, picking her pipe back up to toy with nervously.

 “I hope so.” Masamune grinned against her neck, leaving a trail of soft kisses in the wake of his warm breath.

 “I should probably close the screen. It’s getting cold.” Mizuko shifted to rise, but his strong arm held her tight against him.

 “Not yet, kitten, I have a surprise for you,” she turned to eye Masamune curiously, and he placed an affectionate kiss on her nose, “Just watch.”

 Mizuko gazed out at the night sky. The moon was only a sliver tonight, the snow making everything unusually bright. She made a small huffing noise of impatience, and Shogetsu shifted in her lap.

 “What should I be watching for? Oh!” At that moment, a shooting star darted across the sky.

 He grinned. “Well, I guess now you can make a wish.”

 “You’ll have to make one with me.” Her hands folded over his, letting her pipe drop forgotten onto the tatami mat.

 “What shall we wish for then?” Masamune teased, seemingly more interested in nuzzling her neck than any wish a star might grant.

 Mizuko mused for a moment. She thought she wished to go home. To be back in her own time with all the modern amenities that entailed. But right at this moment, sitting in Masamune’s lap in his home, with a belly full of good warm food? Being here was actually pretty good.

 She closed her eyes, making a wish.

 Her hands squeezed his again, and Masamune smiled.

 “What did you wish for?” His hand boldly slid into her kimono to rest warmly against her stomach.

 “If I tell you, it won’t come true.” She laughed as he tickled his fingers lightly against her skin, then leaned forward for her drink. Sipping it, she looked back out to the night sky. “So, what else should I be watching for?”

 With a whistle and a crack, the sky lit up in reds and golds. The fireworks reflected off the snow casting the whole landscape in a wash of colorful lights.

 “Surprise, kitten.” Masamune kissed her cheek. He held her close as they watched the bloom of light dance across the sky. Every new flower-like burst lit the gardens before falling in a trail of sparkles back to the earth.

 “What did you wish for?” Mizuko asked, turning to look at Masamune. He wasn’t watching the fireworks, though. His eye had been solely on her. He was silent for a long moment, the glittering lights outside casting him in an attractive show of shadow and light. Masamune raised a hand to tenderly stroke her cheek.

 “You.”

 Her dark lashes fluttered shyly to her cheeks for a moment, and then she raised her gaze to meet his boldly.

 “I think I could grant that.”

#ikesen masamune #masamune date #ikemen sengoku #fan appreciation #newyear #fluff

[cbspams]

District 8: Textiles

“Turn.” Felix does with ease, watching with no small amount of awe as the fabric on his body flutters gently. One of the best things about coming from Eight meant that the stylist, Irene, could do whatever she wanted. Any fabric, any silhouette, any embellishments and accents. Because it’s Eight and all the best fabrics come from Eight. Irene had done her job with gusto, dressing Felix beautifully in a tailored suit, made of midnight black velvet with deep blue and purple high lights, silver glinting off the interwoven threads. In essence, Felix looked like Irene had plucked the night sky and draped it on his body. Made him look tall but slim, elegant in a way he would never have been back in Eight. Because this is the Capitol and being beautiful will get you so much farther than you could even know.

His pale blond hair had been fluffed up and then smoothed out, giving the illusion of a star’s birth. Irene had even painstakingly parted and spray dyed a few strands here and there so that under the light shine, his hair would look white with blushes of color underneath, never quite the same when you looked at it. Then she’d decorated his ears with simple silver rings on his right lobe, small and thin. A silver star ear coil on the left side. But really, all that was just to frame his face. That was the bit that would tie it all together.

When Irene had first met him, she had exclaimed that he was perfect. His skin was flawless. But it was his natural freckles that would be the perfect canvas for her starry image of him. She had stuck to light makeup, nothing too dramatic because she wanted his skin to stand out, in its soft glowing glory. A touch of highlighter, a smidge of eyeshadow and a quick gloss on his lips. The real show was how she had glued small gems to his face, on top of some of his real freckles. And then she’d connected the dots with a shimmering eye liner. Holographic, like the rest of him. Made to change and glimmer under the light. Made to look like the twinkle of stars in an artificial sky, since the real one has long since been polluted.

She had debated giving him colored contacts, since they’d make him stand out more but they might make him unrecognizable in the games somehow. In the end, she decided to give him one in his left eye, so it’d be seen but not a main focus. And because it gave him the option of duality. Whoever he wanted to be. After watching him turn, Irene grasps Felix’s hand and presses a kiss to the palm. “For luck,” she says before disappearing down the corridor and leaving him alone with Kibum.

But Felix doesn’t need luck. Not when he looks like the stars fell to earth and birthed a champion themselves.

——————

Just before Felix is called up, when his partner tribute is around halfway done, Kibum grasps his hands and squeezes them once. Stares into his eyes, one a chilling blue grey and the other a warm melting hazel and whispers one last bit of advice: Don’t forget who you are.

As if Felix could ever forget.

He squares up his shoulders, blinks his lashes slowly and then stares out where Park Jinyoung sweeps a hand out and beckons him forward.

“Please welcome, the tribute from Eight: Lee Felix!”

The cameras flash, the lights gleam and the crowds gasps as a delicate celestial being flounces forward, so light on his feet that he really must be a star made of gas. Felix settles himself prettily on the chair opposite Jinyoung, carefully turning his face so that only the soft hazel of his eye can be seen. After a moment, the crowd shuffles into silence and Jinyoung starts to dissect Felix’s entire being.

“Well well! What a stunning outfit you have on today Felix. Truly, how many of us can claim the stars to our skin?”

Felix giggles, the sound ringing clear and true. “Would it be too cliche to say all of you? When I first peered out of the train, I thought surely I’m among angels and fairies and gods.” The crowd titters, pleased. Jinyoung’s smile grows fractionally.

“Well now! You’re on your way to becoming the star you were meant to be, pun intended.” Jinyoung winks as Felix laughs again, forcing his body to relax. “Now dear boy, tell us. A nine in training, not a usual score from your district. Did you cast some kind of magic on our darling Gamekeepers?” Jinyoung lowers his voice for the last part, conspiratorial but only jokingly. Of course there’s no real controversy here.

Felix just winks at the crowd, raising a finger to his lips. “That’s for me to know and you all to find out now isn’t it?”

It’s so easy to melt into this flirtatious, crowd pleasing persona. Felix is the sun, warm and gentle and bright and genuine, something the people of the Capitol adore. Something they want desperately for themselves, hands outstretched to try and take a piece home. Because everyone wants a piece of the star that fosters life. But he’s a tribute and the best they can do is throw money at him to ensure he survives, somehow. So he can keep being their star somehow.

Jinyoung continues, a few back and forth banter questions to allow Felix to butter up the audience more. Time ticks away slowly and it’s time for the final question, usually some kind of wrap up. Felix feels a little high honestly, his head spinning with how much he’s had to giggle and laugh and flirt. He wonders briefly what his parents must think, looking at him.

“Well, this has been a true delight Felix. Is there anything else you’d like to say to the crowd?” Here it is, the defining moment. Will they remember him as Lee Felix, the flirt, the forgettable? Or will they remember him as Lee Felix, the kid who shot across the sky like a burning star, who crash landed on earth and brought the entire world down with him.

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Profile

Name: Lee Felix

Age: 17

District: 8

Specialty: Pyrotechnics and explosions

#hunger games event #hg profile

[a-spectacle-in-the-morning]

“Off the Playground” -- Sonny Carisi

Notes: Part 2 for this as promised, though I think it works as a standalone as well. 

Summary: Sonny comes over to help you unpack. He notices something he gave you when you were younger that he didn’t think you’d have kept.

-- 

“You’ve got to be kiddin’ me,” Sonny sighs as he takes in the state of your apartment.

“Hey, I told you you didn’t have to help if you didn’t want to.”

“Yeah, sure. You know I don’t have a choice with those puppy dog eyes.”

You give Sonny a wink as you shut the front door behind you. You’re making your way further into the kitchen and living room area when you hear him exaggeratedly clear his throat.

“Forgettin’ somethin’?” he asks, facing you but pointing his thumb back at the chain lock left dangling on your door. 

Begrudgingly, you head back to the entryway. “You know I actually did live in this borough for eighteen whole years, right?” Sonny hasn’t moved from his spot by the door so you’re forced to push him a bit to get full access to the lock.

“You’re not actin’ like it.”

“Well,” you slide the bolt into place, “excuse me for being distracted by the big, strong man that I thought would protect me if a burglar got in.”

“I would,” Sonny leans into you, “but I’d prefer not to on my day off.”

You roll your eyes, but you’re grinning as you once again make your way into the living room. As Sonny follows you he notices an odd organization to your collection of moving boxes. A majority of them are scattered around the space and tucked in corners. One large one is acting as a sort of coffee table in front of your loveseat. What caught his interest, though, is the pile set semi-neatly against the wall to his left.

As if picking up on what he’d just noticed you point to the pile of boxes and say, “You can start over there. I tried to get all the boxes with my bookshelf together, but it’s in about five thousand pieces so some parts might be missing. There’s a toolbox by the window.”

“I’m gonna need tools?”

You grab the toolbox and set it at his feet. As you straighten back up you get close enough to kiss him, but instead you whisper, “The Allen wrench’ll be near the bottom.” Then you leave his space to sit in front of your own pile. 

After half an hour of sifting through boxes you’d un-helpfully labeled just ‘junk’ you stand to stretch out your legs. The sound of fabric being wiped across something then hitting the ground catches your attention. You dare a glance over your shoulder and see that Sonny has removed the unbuttoned flannel he’d arrived in. Just the sight of him in a white t-shirt and jeans has your stomach twisting. The bookshelf is nearly finished with just one box still unopened.

“You, um.” So, all it takes is a sweaty Sonny in a tight shirt for you to drop the flirtatious act? “You hot?”

He gives you a look, one eyebrow raised at your sudden lack of words. Your eyes involuntarily flicker to his chest a couple times. He notices, of course. With a little lop-sided grin he just replies, “I hot.”

There’s something caught in your throat so you just nod your head and shuffle over to the window. It’s already open, but you pound on the side jambs and make enough space to heft the nearest box fan into the opening.

“Wait is this…” Sonny trails off and you turn around to see what’s up.

The second you recognize what’s in his hand you rush over and try to snatch it. But Sonny pulls his arms up and away, just out of your reach.

“Sonny I swear to God-”

“Ay! Don’t make me tell your ma that you took the Lord’s name in vain.” Sonny tries to sound serious, but his massive grin exposes the fun he’s having.

Jerk.

You step back and slump your shoulders. “Go ahead and ask.”

“Is this the troll doll that I won for you?”

You can’t help the deep sigh of embarrassment that escapes you. “Yes.”

-

On a similarly hot day in the late nineties your family and the Carisis had driven forty-five minutes out of town to go to a fair. It started out as one of the worst days of your life. The sun was unrelenting, you kept getting static shocks from the rides, and everyone kept asking Sonny about college. It was the summer before he left. He was abandoning you and everyone was so happy and the air smelled like cotton candy and sweat. It was torture.

You spent half the day wandering by yourself as far from Sonny as you could get. Every once in a while you would stop to waste some money on something. You were stuck at a duck hunt-esque game when you realized someone was watching your shots.

“You’ve gotta aim a bit ahead of the target or you’re not gonna get it in time.”

Sonny’s words bang around in your head as you miss your last shot. “You messed me up.”

You turn to face Sonny, squinting in the sun. He’s all long legs and bright blond hair. 

“Oh sorry. Didn’t realize my good advice would ruin your incredible score of two.” 

“If you think you’re such a good shot, prove it,” you challenged.

He does. For a lanky kid Sonny had great aim. He beat your score in a couple seconds and did well enough, much to your chagrin, to earn a prize. As you kept your gaze directed at the bumper cars you noticed Sonny holding something out for you. 

“I don’t want your pity prize, Sonny.”

“It reminded me of you.”

You hadn’t actually looked to see what he was offering until that moment. His sweet tone had you imagining a teddy bear or some other stuffed object, but when you saw what it actually was you had to stop yourself from punching him. 

“Seriously? A troll doll? Nice, Sonny. Thanks,” you snapped. But before you had stomped off you had aggressively snatched the toy from his hands. You were pissed, but it was like a going away present from Sonny and you had cherished it dearly after he left.

-

“You know I’m terrible with throwing things out.”

He nods but gets quiet. The troll doll is still in his right hand and it's making you nervous. 

“You know that whole summer I kept tryin’ to work up the nerve to tell you how I felt. This day, when I gave you this,” he shakes the doll a little, “I was holdin’ my breath the whole afternoon. You wore this little olive green sundress that made you look warm and bright. Made me lose my damn mind watchin’ you walkin’ around in it. But you were also wearin’ black sneakers with sharpie all over ‘em and your knees were scuffed up. Like you’d just skipped off the playground or somethin’. You looked so young I felt wrong for just thinkin’ of you that way.”

The revelation is bittersweet. You love knowing that he had also liked you long ago, but it tears you up to think of how complicated you had made things for him.

“I’m sorry.”

“For what?” Sonny sets the troll doll down on a completed level of your bookshelf. “For bein’ born a couple years too late?”

You shake your head and step forward to lessen the distance between you and him. Your eyes stay focused on his hands and arms, unable to make eye contact. Without thinking you reach out and rest your fingertips on one of his elbows. “But it’s not too late for us now, right? This isn’t too weird after knowing each other so long?”

Sonny very lightly grabs your chin and directs your gaze back up to his face. “I think we’ve finally got it right.”

The sunlight sets half of him aglow and you feel like your heart has stopped beating. He reaches across his body to grab your hand still idling by his elbow and gently places your palm on his chest. Oh, there it is, you think. That pounding heartbeat beneath your touch gets your own drumming again. 

You lift up onto your tiptoes and brush a kiss on Sonny’s lips. He smiles against you at first, but then presses your hand more securely against his chest and kisses you fully. Everything gets heated quickly: the sun on your shoulders, the feeling of only cotton separating your hand from his skin, the way his mouth opens to deepen the kiss. By the time you’ve stopped a new, thin layer of sweat sits on your bodies. 

Sonny breaks the silence first. “Maybe I can finish helpin’ you unpack another day?”

You bite your bottom lip and nod, pulling him back towards the couch a few feet away. As you step backwards Sonny stumbles over something. His brow creases and he reaches down to pick up whatever tripped him.

“Yoga to Relax the Mind and Body? Why on Earth is this unpacked, but not your toaster?”

You grin and snatch the DVD from his hands, tossing it back to the floor. “Don’t ask.” 

--

You guys I apologize if this was more of a mess than usual. I have an unholy amount of papers to write for finals and I am overwhelmed. I’m hoping to get my groove back in a couple weeks when the semester is over.

#sonny carisi x reader #sonny carisi fanfiction #sonny carisi imagine #sonny carisi fanfic #sonny carisi #law and order: svu #Law and Order: Special Victims Unit #law and order: svu imagine #law and order: special victims unit imagine #law and order: svu fanfic