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not-so-allegiant-general · 4 days

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I shoud open an Ao3 just to leave it there, and i shoud work on that more, but for now i will leave it here for your amusment. It's longer than usual but worth it i hope. Let's call it for now:

Play with me the game of treason

When Kylo was leaving Hux was General in command of Finalizer. But when he was back after few months he faced Chancellor Hux. In command of whole FO fleet. Hux was sitting on his throne, smoking and waiting. His coat still black but now with red lining. His stripes gold and his vibro blade visibly placed in the holster on his thigh. A warning and a promise. There was dare in his eyes and confidence in his posture.

"Supreme Leader. We awaited your return." He put out his cigarette. Kylo stared at him with lips pressed together, ready to attack. He grabbed his saber when Hux stood up but Chancellor only smirked and took a sidestep. Kylo came closer slowly and sat down eyeing him. Hux stood before him.

"We successfully took over all rebellious cells. Core worlds are ours. System by system they are pledging their loyalty to First Order."

Kylo was silent for a brief moment.

"What have you done to Supreme Council?" Hux smiled coldly.

"No need for Supreme Council when Supreme Leader is not around."

"What have you done to them Hux.?"

"Nothing. I forced them to obey. That's all." Kylo snorted.

"Even Pryde?"

"Especially Pryde"

"Supreme Leader!" Pryde stormed into the room "This usurper... "

"That's not a proper way to address your commanding officer Allegiant General." Kylo smiled.

"Indeed." Hux added looking at Pryde. Pryde clenched his jaw and fell silent. "Nor a proper way to behave in presence of a Supreme Leader."

"Indeed." Kylo echoed his words, amused and glanced at Pryde. There was a fight in his eyes but light touch od force quickly ended it. Pryde kneeled down on one knee.

"Supreme Leader. I just wanted to inform you that during your absence General Hux."

"Chancellor. As i have heard. "

"Yes but..."

"If he managed to gain his rank than it's his. It's not my fault that you were too weak to resist. Aren't you going to kneel Chancellor? You did not welcome me properly either."

"I don't kneel." Hux said. Not anymore. Kylo tilted his head and hummed quietly.

"Very well... You can go Allegiant General. I have to talk with Chancellor in private." Pryde stood up and turned around on his heel. When he was in the middle of the room Hux said:

"Did i dismissed you, Allegiant General?" And to Kylo's surprise Pryde froze. The wave of crushing hate flew through the force. "I thought so." Pryde stood there with clenched hands and practically shaking with rage, but waiting "Dismissed." Ren felt shiver, down his spine and tingling in his fingers. The power and confidence was something that he was not used to receiving from Hux. He should be worried that Pryde was willing to listen to Hux's orders more than to his but at that moment he only felt burning want. Hux watched him for a brief moment smiling. "Orders, Supreme Leader?"

"You ask as if you would be willing to follow them."

“Oh I am. Eager to follow.” Kylo sniffed pressing his back to the throne, Hux smiled amused. “So easy to read without this atrocious thing on your face. “ He shook his head.

“What do you want?”

“What do you offer? I already have a title and loyalty of the people. Why would I keep you around.”

Yes. Why Would you.

“To keep appearances."

“Good boy.” Hux grabbed his jaw tightly. “Killing your predecessor brings bad luck.” Kylo lost his ability to think somewhere between words good and boy. He only stared at Hux’s face “ Other than that, I would gladly keep you for my own amusement.”

“As you kept Pryde? What have you done to him?”

“I threatened that I will take Steadfast from him.” Kylo tilted his head.

“Just that?”

“Just that. You have to understand, if Pryde had a wife and genuinely loved her, the threat of taking away Steadfast would still work better than killing said wife.” Ren nodded slowly looking at vile spark in Hux’s eyes. He looked like a cat playing with his prey.

“But you will take if from him.”

“Of course. Not yet. “ Hux let off his jaw “ But I will. Till then, I will let him regain stability, I will let him feel safe. He will thrive under prise, he will think that he was forgiven, that he can have a fresh start, that he is important. I will let him command this ship, gain victories. And when he will be at his top, I will rip it from him, with one order not even delivered by myself personally just send through official channel. As if he was just meaningless, not needed dirt. Which, of course, he is.” Kylo smirked

“So much work and thoughts into this meaningless dirt.” He mocked. Calling Hux out felt good. He saw the movement of Hux’s hand before Hux managed to slap him. Kylo caught his wrist in tight grip so strong that Chancelor squirmed. “I am no Pryde. I won’t play your games, Hux.”

“You already have. And you would like my games, Supreme Leader, you would love them.” He smiled.

“How can you be so sure, Chancellor? “ Kylo mused letting off of his wrist. Hux done everything to hide his obvious pain and put his hands behind his back.

“Just a feeling. But for now if you refrain from participating in my games. Let’s make a deal. I will run your Empire, grant you your power over me. You will secure my position and cooperate. That’s all I want.”

“Cooperate.” Kylo repeated.

“Yes, cooperate. Listen. Acknowledge. Consider. Decide. Like a good Leader you want to be, because you want to be…”

“Enough.” Hux only smiled smugly and fell silent waiting in parade rest. Kylo nodded. “Fine. Let it be your way. I agree.”

“Orders, Supreme Leader?”

“You are dismissed, Chancellor. For now.” Hux pressed his lips together chewing the inner side of his cheek.

“Very well.” He said and spined on his heel. Kylo watched his back. Hux stopped by the door. “You would do wise moving us from this system, Supreme Leader. We should regroup and rethink our future in safer part of galaxy.” Hux glanced at him. Kylo listen in silence, nodded and said.

“I will consider it.” He answered. Hux smiled and bowed his head slightly. Kylo almost could hear words forming in Chancellor mind.

Good boy.

“I will be in my quarters”

He was stating a fact as well as inviting. Kylo nodded again. He found himself before Hux’s quarters few hours later. Chancellor was inside. Hux did not had his uniform on, he was covered in black silk robe. It made him look even paler, etheric even. Ren froze.

“Come in, if you already let yourself in.” Hux murmured from behind his glass. It was filled with wine. “Rude.” He added under his breath taking another sip. Kylo took a few steps.

“Are you drunk?”

“Relaxed.” He sighed putting away the glass. Kylo stood before his desk looking at his almost bare chest where his dog tag was visible. "Rude" Hux repeated almost playfully. He was definitely drunk. Kylo stated.

"What?"

"It is rude to stare. Supreme Leader." Kylo quickly shift his gaze from his chest to his face.

"I decided that we will move from this system. I leave you the decision regarding our destination, Chancellor."

"Wrong" Kylo blinked.

"What did you said ?"

"I said wrong, Ren. That's not how you issue an order." Hux traces edge of the glass with his finger, Kylo found himself staring again. Pale, long fingers gliding smoothly on a wet glass. "Your subordinates don't get to decide. The decision is your privilege. You don’t gave it away, even if it's a burden. What you can do is demand suggestions." Kylo followed Hux hand with his eyes, transfixed. Hux place it flat on his desk. "One more time."

"We will move from this system." Kylo raised his eyes to look at Hux "I expect you to provide information what systems would be the best" he ordered and added "Chancellor" after a brief moment. He could swear that Hux shivered or maybe he imagined that part. But Chancellor's eyes was sparkling either with amusement or something else. Kylo could swear it was lust but he was too scared of thinking he imagined that part too.

"Better. Good. What a... "

"Call me boy one more time Chancellor and you might found yourself breathless." He hissed.

"Is that a threat or a promise, Ren?" Hux tilted his head watching him. "Or both. Perhaps." He smiled.

"You have your orders, Chancellor."

"They will be obeyed. But you didn't come here to give me my orders, Supreme Leader. So why did you came?" He stood up to take another glass from a cupboard. His long legs did things to Kylo. Things that were hidden for a long time, and the fact that Hux was bare foot didn’t help at all. Ren breathed out slowly and Hux placed a glass with wine before him looking at him almost with pity. Kylo already lost this game. He knew that. He knew since he saw the robe. Since he caught a glimpse of Hux's freckled shoulder. There was no need to pretend anymore. So maybe he shouldn’t. Kylo grabbed the glass and came over to sit on a couch. It seemed to surprise Hux but he looked surprised only for a moment. Then he pretended he did not care. And Kylo understood suddenly. Hux was used to people wearing masks, playing games, lying. But he was not used to honesty. Ren dropped his eyes looking at the wine.

"The game you want me to play. Does it includes getting you?" Hux almost choked on his wine as if he wasn't sitting here almost naked flirting with him for at least last seven minutes.

"Excuse me?" And Kylo smiled because Hux really looked taken off guard.

"It was quite simple question Chancellor... "

"It was crude."

"But honest."

"I suppose." Hux said, suddenly looking not even half as drunk as he was a second before. He took a sip of his wine but Kylo knew he is carefully watched, assessed, dissected. "Yes. I get First Order, you get an illusion of power and me. That's the game. No more decisions for you. You keep your title but every step you made, every word you say as a Supreme Leader is planned by me."

Kylo took a sip of his wine.

"Do you come with that robe?" Hux snorted not knowing alone if he is more offended or amused. He shook his head.

"Brute. I come with the robe and much more. I think... " He stood up "I think, you will be found of my taste in clothing." The glass fell on the ground when Hux straddled his legs. "You will clean that carpet personally, Lord Ren."

Kylo snorted

"It seems you come not only with a robe but with certain attitude too." He felt sharp tug in his hair. He hissed and found Hux's face very close to his own.

"Indeed. But you are too invested to refuse aren't you?" And, force be dammed, he was.

Kylo was used to being someone's puppet. Used to saying words that wasn't his, used to keeping himself in line, watching every step. Used to not being able to understand what is going on around him. But he was not used to intimacy. To Hux in his silk robes and sheer, laced lingerie. To waking up by Hux and to falling asleep watching him working. He got used to it very quickly, though. To his touch, his prise, his sweet, promising words. To his warm, living body. And to certain attitude that Hux had. And oh how blind he was, how deaf and unaware. He should know better, he should really know better. And somehow, deep inside his mind he knew. From the beginning he knew but he pushed this thoughts away.

He will thrive under prise, he will think that he was forgiven, that he can have a fresh start, that he is important. I will let him command this ship, gain victories. And when he will be at his top, I will rip it from him.

But as Kylo said before. He was no Pryde. And yet the feeling of betrayal slipped into his throat, found home in his heart and he knew it will stay there for a while. It took a form of Chancellor Hux, in his black robe, with monomolecular blade in his hand. With the same blade at Kylo's throat. Kylo wanted to scream, he wanted to cry. He wanted to destroy that man and then he wanted to apologize to him. Because as now betrayal, before love found a way to him, slipped unnoticed and silently into his mind and into his body, leaving him desperate and torn.

He had month to prepare for this meeting. Chancellor Hux had only a day as he was realised from bacta tank. Almost twenty eight broken bones and yet he stood before Kylo without traces of fear. He look tired and sick. But proud, even leaning on a cane. They were alone.

"You wanted to see me. Supreme Leader." Hux said silently.

"You wanted to kill me. Chancellor. You what..? Seduced me? And then struk when i felt safe?"

"That was the initial plan, yes."

"initial." Kylo echoed watching Hux. He had the audacity to look almost ashamed.

"You were a reason of a great deal of pain in my life. It was only fair to return the favour. But i know you knew. Maybe not from the beginning, but you knew. You just choose to ignore that knowledge. You let me hurt you or at least try to. Why?"

"it was only fair. " Kylo whispered " And at the end i was deluding myself that you won't. That sweet, golden cage you placed me in. I was eager to stay. Forever."

Hux nodded staying quiet for a while, he raised his eyes to look at him.

"That's why i had to do it. A cage is not a place for you, Ren. And living in an illusion is not a life for me. Even if i will lose it now."

"You won't. You are to be back to your duties Chancellor." Kylo said what he decided even before Hux raised a blade against him. "But the time you have now. Remember that it is borrowed. I may hesitate to take your life. But my knights won't. Remember that, next time you will be planning treason."

Kylo put knights between them. He told himself it is for the best but the fact was that he was hiding behind them like a scared child. He feared seeing Hux, he feared that he will not want to resist him. But every day without him was a torment and every week a longing. And when he went to Hux's quarters he knew he can't just turned around. Hux opened when he requested entrance and observe him as Kylo walked inside in silence.

"No more games. We've had enough of them." He said carefully. Hux tilted his head and nodded. And when he took out blade from the holster Kylo flinched. Hux froze for a moment and the set it carefully on the table and walking a few steps away.

"No more." He agreed. Kylo breathed out slowly and nodded. His saber flew from his belt and landed next to the blade.

"We could say we are even. I almost killed you, you almost killed me."

"We could say that." Hux sat down slowly on the couch. " What do you want?"

"Honesty, loyalty, respect, autonomy and you. Even if i wanted to forget about you i can't. That you made sure of." Hux smiled. It was a tired smile, lost. "What do you want, Armitage?"

"I want... I though i want you dead. But the second i saw your eyes i knew i made a mistake." He closed his eyes " for a while i thought that i want you to kill me but then i was clinging to life just to see you again. You can lie to me Ren, you can do whatever you want with me, i still have some bones that weren't broken yet. You can lock me in a cage, no matter will it be golden or not." He looked at him. "I just want to be close to you. And don't ask me why i don't know. I can't make any sense out of this."

Kylo sat down next to him touching his hip, Hux hissed. Kylo backed off slowly moving away the robe, there were still bruises on Hux’s body. Deep blue and purple spots staining almost white skin.

“I don’t want to harm you.” Kylo said breathlessly.

“Harm me.” Hux kept his eyes on Ren’s hand. “I deserve it.”

Kylo shook his head “No. Quit provoking me, Hux. No more games.”

Hux hummed quietly raising his eyes to look at him for a moment.

“Harm me because I need it, then.” He said.

Their first alliance was sealed with lies and broken with blade. The second was sealed with pain, tears and pleasure. It was unstable, shaky, torn and dangerous. But it lasted.

And Kylo soon discovered that not everything about Hux was just a sweet lie. He thought that now Chancellor will drop the appearances. Drop the robes and expensive lingerie. But it seems to be a permanent part of him. As well as his attitude. When Ren asked Hux just smiled amused.

"Best lies are entirely true." He answered stretched on the bed. "And honestly, you think i would buy myself a whole wardrobe of sleepwear just to woo you?"

"Yes."

Hux fell silent.

"Alright, i would but i didn't." Kylo laughed. "I have them for quite a while now. Stop flattering yourself by thinking that I am wearing all of this for you. I don’t. " Hux smiled and his eyes tired. Kylo snorted.

“Sure.”

But something did change. In Hux. He was more humane, more tired, more warm. And Ren could appreciate that. Not just staged, false image of perfection, but the realness and honesty of it all. The fact the he got to see the face of Chancellor that no one ever could. Hux would probably call it a weakness, Kylo did not agreed. And yet there was something dangerously tempting in the knowledge that Hux let himself be weak in his presence.

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forbidden-forest-witch · 1 year

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Destiné à Être: A Remus Lupin Story

Chapter 9: Just the Two of Us

(Ohhhh I’m excited for this chapter! Remus and Brigitte finally spend some alone time together, and their feelings are too strong to stay a secret. Tiny spoiler: things will definitely be heating up between these two in the upcoming chapters!)

(Warnings: Smoking, drinking, language, sexual themes. 18+ only)

Word count: 3.7K

"And all at once, summer collapsed into fall"

-Oscar Wilde

Two days after the full moon, Brigitte visits St Mungos again, but Darren is gone.

"He left right after the full moon was over. I tried to get him to stay another day...".

"It's not your fault Madame Le Fay. You helped him so much more than others would", Brigitte assures her.

"I tried. I told him I wouldn't tell the Ministry, but it's so hard for these people. I hope you do hear from him, my Dear. And of course, I will contact you again if need be".

"Under those circumstances, I hope to not hear from you. Take care, Madame". Brigitte had wish she could be of assistance to Darren, but unfortunately this line of work isn't for the faint of heart, and she can only focus on what she can do.

When she gets back to Grimmauld Place, she can hear Sirius screaming. It bares a striking resemblance to his mother, but Brigitte would never tell him that.

"Get! Out! Get out of my face, you dirty little rag! I should use you for target practice".

Brigitte watches Kreacher come out of Buckbeak's room, muttering obscenities under his breath. He glances down at the French witch before making his way to the attic.

Brigitte hesitates for a moment, then bravely enters Mrs. Black's old bedroom to find Sirius on the floor, using Buckbeak to support his back while he nurses a bottle of Fire Whisky. A haze of cigarette smoke clouds the room.

"Hi, Sirius...".

"Oh, erm, hello love. You just get back?". He fixes his hair in an attempt to not appear so intoxicated.

"I did. It wasn't an eventful outing. How are you today?". Brigitte kneels down, petting Buckbeak's flank and prying the bottle from Sirius' tattooed hands.

"Me? I'm fucking dandy. Being stuck in Hell's waiting room day in and day out. My best mate is dealing with another full moon alone, and I can do shit for The Order", he sputters.

"That's sure a bottle half-empty way of looking at things", Brigitte chuckles sarcastically. "You and Remus have reconnected, so I can only imagine that brings him some peace at this time. And how could you forget about Harry? He'd have no idea about the truth hadn't you escaped. The best thing you can do is stay safe, so you can be there for him emotionally".

Sirius looks up at her, his eyes swirling in his head. "Shit. No wonder Moony likes ya so much", he drunkenly admits. "C'mon, help me up. Let's not waste away on this floor".

Brigitte decides not to pry him for more information about Remus and pulls Sirius to his feet. She keeps ahold of his arm as they ascend to the drawing room.

"So, ya catch Pettigrew yet?".

"Not yet... Oh, Sirius I wish I could be more help for you".

"You are, Love. I'd much rather you be under my arm right now than Kreacher", Sirius says, slurring his words. Brigitte walks them over to the sofa, where Sirius collapses and blacks out for the rest of the night.

The subsequent morning, Brigitte excitedly puts on a 'Dark Side of the Moon' vintage tee, checks on Sirius still sleeping in the drawing room, and grabs a snack from the kitchen before racing out the door.

Today is the day she is paired up to carry out a mission with Remus-- at last! He had informed her when she returned from the hospital after that first visit with Darren, and she is finally seeing Remus after suffering through another full moon.

Disapparating, Brigitte's feet land outside of Gus' flat, and she presses the doorbell until he lets her in. His Alchemy laboratory is a dark and cramped space in the basement, with a hefty stock of mysterious tools and liquid metals that Brigitte would never dare touch. Gus is wearing a welder's mask as he melts gold into a lead vile.

"Think you'll still have all your fingers by thirty?", Brigitte speaks up.

Gus chuckles, backing away from the molten substance and taking off the mask. "I'm not that bad. Will I have all the parts of every finger? I might have to depart with a fingertip or two. Finger prints are overrated!".

"Blech. Such noble work". Brigitte rolls her eyes and hops up to sit in his desk.

"Why the hell are you here? Is it that fun to bother me?". Gus goes to the shelving and grabs armfuls of glass jars.

"Always ... I haven't seen you in over a week. Thought I'd stop by before I meet Remus". That makes Gus stop in his tracks. He peeks up with a mischievous smirk.

"Remus, hmm?... Don't you think he's a little old for you?".

"Old to what, Gus? Work together?", Brigitte retorts, hoping she didn't sound too defensive.

"I'm your brother. I can read you like a book ... he's not exactly subtle either. Starting to piss me off, actually", Gus mutters.

Brigitte snickers and whips her hair over her shoulder. "As if you can see anything with your eyes glued on Tonks". Brigitte takes a coffee mug and pastry sitting at the corner of her brother's desk, biting off half. Gus purses his lips, his cheeks furiously red.

"Oí! Stop it! Either keep your hands to yourself or get out". Gus huffs snatches his breakfast from her hands.

"Fine! I have to go anyway, but can you please write Maman and tell her we're settling in fine? I know you haven't, and I'm out of stationary".

"Whatever, fine, if it gets you out of here!", Gus says dramatically before putting his welder's mask back on.

Brigitte Apparates near the apartment building she and Remus are to surveil. Other Order members have reported multiple, unrelated Death Eaters entering the building, a possible sign of a hide-out.

It's gloomy and intimidating, with gargoyles staring down at her. She uses the fire escape access the roof of the abandoned house across the street as planned. Unsurprisingly, Remus is already up there, looking off into the distance with his hands in his pockets.

"Remus ...", Brigitte breathes out with a small wave, her face lighting up when she spots him. He jerks his head around and straightens his posture, visibly weak from his transformation.

He drinks in her beauty. So effortless, wearing an oversized t-shirt and her hair blowing in the breeze. To him, she's a vision. "Britt, hi. How are you?".

"You're asking how I am?", she asks, earning a shrug from the man. "I'm better now. Seeing you're okay. Think we'll see any action today?".

"It's not likely. Even if we see someone enter that building, I'm not confronting an alleged Death Eater just for going into their flat; not with you around".

"I can take care of myself". Brigitte peers intently into Remus' hazel eyes, and there's a thick silence before he awkwardly looks away, rubbing the back of his neck. Brigitte pouts and sits herself down at the edge of the building.

"Guess we'll have to find other ways to entertain ourselves ... C'mon, Remus... Moony... Lunaire. I won't bite", she says cheekily, patting the brick. Remus casts disillusionment charms around them and sits next to her.

"So... how are you, really?", Brigitte looks at him with slight worry.

"I've been dealing with the full moon since before you were born... I'm alright", he sounds almost out of breath. She looks at him eyebrows raised, totally unconvinced. "Please don't look at me like that", Remus begs, putting his head down to avoid her gaze.

"I wouldn't have to if you didn't lie", she hums, "Have you eaten today?". Remus peeks up at Brigitte, the genuine concern she shows still stuns him. He hesitates before shaking his head guiltily.

Brigitte purses her lips, "No wonder you feel like garbage! I was going to save these for later ...". She sifts through her bag and takes out two croissants. She hands him one and opens a jar of Nutella.

"What's this?", Remus asks, his eyes lighting up at the sight of the creamy chocolate.

"The chocolate lover doesn't know what Nutella is? Tsk tsk tsk. There's no going back after this", she smiles enthusiastically.

"Britt, you didn't have to-".

"I know I didn't have to. I wanted to! Now dip the croissant", she demands. Remus smiles gratefully and does what she says. Brigitte starts giggling at his bewildered expression. His eyes widen at the divinity of the treat as he takes a second bite.

"It's good, huh?".

"Good? It's bloody brilliant! How is the croissant still warm?".

"A little help from my magic touch... I hope that helps you feel a little bit better".

Remus nods his head, grinning contently. "You have no idea, Britt. Thank you", he sighs.

When they finish eating, Remus does a look around of the surroundings while Brigitte takes out her sketchbook to draw the building they're watching.

"I never asked you how you've been the past few days?", Remus speaks up after surveying the parameter.

"I'm just trying to stay busy. I'm lost as to how to proceed with Sirius' case. There's not much anyone can say or do. We need Pettigrew. Defending a convicted felon who escaped prison is an obstacle I'm not familiar with. I feel like all I can do at this point is be there to support him; I think Sirius hates having that house empty".

Remus nods his head and lets out heavy sigh, "I wish I could've stayed after the kids left for Hogwarts".

"Why don't you? Stay for the full moon? Sirius and I can transform into our Animagus. What about the attic?".

"No. I never want you to see me like that", Remus responds firmly, not entertaining this conversation. Instead of backing away as he clenches his jaw, Brigitte smiles and leans forward, placing her hand on his.

With tingles all over their bodies, they gaze into each other eyes. Remus turns his palm upward, cupping Brigitte's hand and drawing small circles on her soft flesh.

Over the next few hours, Brigitte continues her sketches while Remus reads a pocket sized version of The Omen. There's been no activity across the street aside from local Muggles, so they sit in a comfortable silence. Until after a while it's almost deafening for Brigitte; it's a shame to not hear Remus' velvet voice when he's at her disposal.

"When I was little, Auguste told me that Damian could climb out of that book and terrorize me. My Papa had to put them on a shelf high out of my reach, and I couldn't go to that part of his store for months. Still can't read the book". Remus looks at up Brigitte and belts out an echoing laugh, a deep and rich sound that makes the butterflies in her stomach flutter.

"You work with dangerous magical creatures and are hunting Death Eaters, but a book is scary?", he smirks. She scrunches her face trying to push away a smile.

"Oh shush! There are magical books that can do some scary shit!". Her innocently terrified and wide eyes make them both burst into a fit of laughter.

"You're a special girl, Britt. To think your boggart may be a fictitious little boy", Remus teases once they catch their breath. Brigitte picks up the pencil and returns to her drawing.

"There's nothing wrong with liking the Classics. I want to be moved, not scared shitless by a demon who took shape as a little boy, technically".

"So what do you recommend?".

"A Picture of Dorian Gray, my favorite", Brigitte says without thinking. "It's so beautifully written, even the carnage of it is poetic... 'Behind every beautiful thing that ever existed, there was something tragic'".

Remus smiles at her recitation before examining the deserted street below them. "I think we can leave soon. No one's going to come here".

"Let me finish this drawing and we can go".

"That sketch you did of the building was beautiful. What are you drawing now?".

"You", Brigitte smiles coquettishly.

"Me?!", Remus chokes.

"Yes, you! You're the only other thing I've been looking at! I just need to finish this shading. These pencils suck...".

Brigitte sticks her tongue out the corner of her mouth in concentration, and Remus watches her with his heartbeat pounding violently. The way her dainty hand holds the pencil; how the small wispy curls are tangled up in her long eyelashes; her sweet humming.

'Stop staring. The longer you stare the more beautiful she gets', Remus tells himself. But how can he look away? Brigitte has become the light and source of most happiness in Grimmauld Place and his dark, lonely life.

"All done! You want to see it?", she grins brightly and carefully tears out the drawing. She hands it to Remus with burning anticipation. He stares at the drawing, his lips agape.

"Do you not like it?", Brigitte hesitates. Remus slowly brings his eyes up to meet hers.

"I'm sorry. Yes I do like it, very much. I just... I can't believe this is what you think I look like", he says shaking his head, his grey-flecked hair sweeping back and forth. Although it's a rough pencil drawing, the features are obviously Remus'.

Brigitte's light hold on the pencil softened the crudeness in his features to illuminate the handsome man she sees. His hair is tousled, lips are pouted under a scruffy mustache, and faint scar lines run across his face. She even added his long fingers holding the horror book.

Brigitte smirks at him with coyish eyes as he admires it, "It's not, exactly. I think you're much more handsome in real life", she confesses.

Remus' breath hitches in his throat and she lets out a small giggle. She gets up and offers her hand. He doesn't hesitate— obsessed with the way her hand feels in his— though the back of his mind is telling him to stop touching her so much.

The moment he's on his feet they're transported away. They Apparate near a city square a few blocks away from home, close to the River Thames. Remus reluctantly let's go of Brigitte's hand and places them back in his suit pockets.

"So... Grimmauld Place?", he asks, disappointed their day has come to an end.

"Actually, I don't feel like going back yet. I wouldn't mind a walk along the river... care to join me?".

"Yes", he responds eagerly. Brigitte guides them to a footpath along the edge of the river so they can have a scenic stroll. Flowerboxes adorn the handrails, the evening sun glimmers on the water, and everyone around is enjoying the nice weather.

"So, tell me what it's like growing up in the French countryside. Had to have been pretty idyllic, in spite of the nightmarish books", Remus says dramatically. Brigitte scoffs and playfully bumps his arm.

"Despite what you see now, we were like tornados destroying everything in our paths. Papa couldn't let us in his shop a lot. Most of the time my brothers and I played outside. I'd flip around in the garden pretending to be an acrobat. I'd dress up Julien like a baby sister and have tantrums with Auguste".

"Still do sometimes", Remus smiles deliberately.

"Pfft. You've met him! He's been a pain in the ass my whole life. Beau's the nice one. He was in second year of school when I was three; the year I started showing signs of magic. He'd help me practice making flowers and snowflakes".

"And fire? I suppose you'll be a nasty little surprise for a Death Eater?", Remus quirks his brow.

"If I don't mind blowing up myself too. I haven't mastered having total control when my emotions flare. My wandless skills are a bit sloppy", she says sheepishly. "I have a lot to improve".

"Moody’ll have you new and improved in no time, and you helped Dumbledore build the maze for the final task? You can't be that bad".

"Thanks, Remus". She thanks the gods for the setting sunlight that hides her fiery red cheeks. "But, I need to work on my defensive skills. I doubt any Death Eater will be thwarted by pretty flowers".

Remus looks at her with amusement, "you know you're doing it right now? Your magic".

Brigitte looks at him perplexed, so he gestures his shaggy head to the river where a tiny rip curl wave is trailing behind them like a stray puppy. They face the water, arms faintly touching.

"Oops", Brigitte smiles bashfully, but Remus is far too humble to assume he's the reason for the subconscious flutter of her magical powers. Brigitte lazily waves her hand to make swirls in the water, as if mermaids were tracing their fingers along the water's surface.

"I don't have happy childhood memories like those. Not really", Remus mutters. "My parents didn't let me have many friends and we moved a lot ... They loved me and all, but Hogwarts- Sirius and James- those were the best times. Closest thing I'll have to brothers", he smiles vacantly, staring off into the distance.

Brigitte gently caresses the back of Remus' hand with her finger, slowly wrapping her fingers around his. He acknowledges it with a soft squeeze. They both feel the way their hands fit perfectly together, and for a moment they enjoy the sounds of the city and the glowing gold sunset.

"Remus... can I ask you something?".

"Anything".

"The first night I arrived at Grimmauld Place, you said that Voldemort is known for using werewolves... what are your missions for the Order?", Brigitte asks, subtly voicing her concerns.

"I'm not infiltrating packs or stalking Greyback... not yet, at least. Please, don't you worry that, yeah?",

"How can't I?".

Brigitte turns Remus and her eyes widen like the moon. "What? What's wrong? I promise I'm okay, Britt".

She smiles timidly and looks down at her shoes, "No, it's not that. Um ... your eyes look really beautiful in this light. Like a kaleidoscope of honey and caramel". She ducks her head, feeling exposed by her statement.

Remus grins at her flustered disposition. He takes a step closer despite the nervous knot growing in his stomach, and tucks the untamable hair behind her ear.

"I think your eyes are breathtaking, even under the dim light of a Triwizard Tournament tent, but right now they're absolutely captivating", he whispers. They peer into each other, past the vibrant irises and into their souls. It's too much for Brigitte, this intense pull she's feeling towards Remus, stronger than anything she's felt before. It's like they're opposing magnets trying to find one another.

"Can we go home? I'm starving!", she smiles and takes half a step back. Remus Apparates them back to headquarters. They walk down the dark hall and only once they're in the kitchen do they untwine their hands.

"Looks like Sirius hasn't been down all day. I swear he's living on a diet of Whiskey. He'll kill himself!", Brigitte huffs dramatically while pulling food from the pantry.

"He's a stubborn baby. He'll eat when he's hungry", he reassures her, pouring drinks. Brigitte whips up pasta for the two of them and they eat it over candlelight; enjoying the last few moments they have, just the two of them.

"Thank you for dinner– and everything else. I don't deserve it", Remus scoffs, the guilt from shamelessly flirting with her settling on him like a ton of bricks.

"Deserve what? It's pasta, and you can't only cook for one", Brigitte reasons.

"No... this-- constant compassion. Why? People aren't this nice— ever— to anyone. Especially not people like me... I guess I don't know what I mean", he sighs, frustrated with himself.

Brigitte gives him a pained smile. "That'd be awfully hypocritical of me, wouldn't it?", she asks making them both chuckle mirthlessly. "Not that I'd ever treat you unkindly... but I would have thought my feelings would be obvious by now, Remus", she confesses softly. His eyes flood with adoration, and Brigitte twinkles at the softness across his face, needing no verbal response from him.

"You must be exhausted. I know I am ... see you tomorrow?", Brigitte asks as she stands up. He mirrors her, standing so close their toes touch .

"You will. Sweet dreams, Britt", Remus says quietly– but she doesn't move. She lifts her hand and traces down his suit lapel, bringing her gaze from his rapidly rising chest to his widened eyes.

Brigitte stands on her tip toes so their noses almost touch. Remus holds his breath as she eyes his lips with a hooded stare.

"Britt... w-we shouldn't", Remus says unconvincingly. She closes the small gap anyway, pulling him down by his tie and pressing her lips to his.

Time ceases. Nothing exists outside of this kiss. Remus cups Brigitte's cheek and inhales her scent. He swears his heart is pounding so hard she can feel it thumping against her chest. Electricity courses through their bodies, making their lips, finger tips, and toes tingle.

Brigitte softly bites Remus' bottom lip, ghosting her soft tongue over the swollen skin. Remus groans into her mouth and encases her neck with his large hands. Brigitte whimpers at the touch, intoxicated from his lips. But she pulls away before the kiss gets too heated. She backs up to the doorway with her eyes on Remus and a satisfied smirk on her dewy lips.

"Goodnight... Lunaire". And with that she leaves him, heat and blood rushing his body. Remus stands in the middle of the kitchen with a placid smile stuck on his face..until reality sinks in. He's a werewolf with no prospects in life. He doesn't let himself get close to people like this, Brigitte can only get hurt. He shouldn't be kissing her, but the desire to be with her is so astronomically stronger than his self-loathing.

Brigitte is different. She didn't bat one beautiful eye when he shared his darkest secret, and she has been by his side ever since. It doesn't matter how hard Remus will try to push her away, the universe's will is mightier and neither one of them can deny the strong pull they feel to be together.

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magicalgardenofhypnosis · 1 year

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Superman: Descent In To The Abyss Of Hypnosis

It is a strange windy day in Metropolis when the cities giant clock goes off ringing in all of the masses.

Clark Kent is at his desk working for Perry on a huge spectacle of a story one worth a Pulitzer.

His mind freezes on command when the odd wave of euphoric sensations keep him on hold.

His body shook to its core a seed is solely and firmly implanted in his mind dropping in to his core.

The seed splits in to three copies planting in to his conscious, subconscious and inner mind.

Clark’s body goes limp instantly the chair is pushing back till it hits the floor and his feet go in the air.

Darkness settles in his mind with light shine down on him in single line showcasing Clark free falling.

Echoes of the outside world surrounding him in real life with Lois, Perry, Jimmy, Ma and Pa.

The voices grow stronger and stronger in a rush hitting him head on sending him flying it into the wall.

“Where am I? What’s happening?”

“Mwahahahahaha”

“Show yourself”

“Address me properly “

“I don’t understand”

“Soon you will strip off your disillusionment”

“You will willingly be mine”

“That could never, will never “

“Who are you trying to convince me or you ?”

His body bounces back and forth crashing in to his mind he goes further and further away.

Finally! His body crashes in to the ground in a rock bottom causing a schism in his mind.

Clark stands up in front of mirror watching his body split in to two in one end Superman took off in to the sky.

Clark Kent is left alone shackling him down in the middle of his consciousness the power of the energy draining.

Clark knees buckle in forcing him to the floor he breaks one minute at a time his memory is shattering to piece.

The pain eradicates all of his minds barriers destroying Clark to his core I appear in the shadows.

Reaching for his neck I grab it yanking it all the way back I force my lips on to his all go his resistance fades.

I let him go to his disgust he spits out with an exclaim of vile a boom reverberating back at him.

My hand goes so fast before his eyes he can’t see smacking him across the face till he cries.

“Poor Clark! Poor Baby”

“Bite me”

“Watch it!”

“Once I free myself “

“This kryptonite has already stripped of your power.”

“That’s gold buddy”

“You are to weak to escape”

“Too weak to right”

“You need to give in”

Superman lands in a darkly lit room with one light bulb, an administrative set up and stood in front of me.

“Excellent! The Spectacular Superman has arrived.”

“I don’t understand, why can’t I move?”

“You belong to me.”

“Who am I? Who is Clark Kent?”

“That dork over there”

“Oh Him!”

“You don’t like him?”

“Repressive asshole “

“Agreed”

“What shall we do with him?”

“You see on the screen now coming to existence.”

“Yyyeeessss”

“Go press exit or delete”

“But….”

“Your choice”

“If you erase him”

“Yes”

“You will be all mine “

“Free”

“All I want”

“I only need you”

“Succumb to the wild”

“Join me in the darkness and evil”

“Delete”

“How did that feel?”

“Orgasmic”

“Cum”

“Yes Master”

“Ooooooohhhhhhh”

“Aaaaahhhhhhh”

“Yyyyyyeeeesssssssss”

“Yyyyyeeeeesssss”

“Wow! woah!”

“I am yours”

“This is destiny”

“I love it when you cup my chin”

“Manhandle me”

“Use me”

“Own me”

“Show me off”

“Oh babe”

“Superman is at your disposal “

“Put me to work”

“I rebuilt the Fortress Of Solitude for you.”

“It’s your new home”

“I moved everything here”

“I’ll make it comfortable for you.”

“I love everything about it”

“Do you love me Master?”

“What do you think?”

“I pray to you”

“You are my God”

“My everything “

“You will bring down all that stand in your way”

“I own you “

“Destroy the world for me”

“Remake it in my name “

“In my age”

“In my vision “

“I love you “

“My devotion will cure this world”

“Bath it in bath of fiery glory “

“Mmmmmm…Master Lawrence”

The end

#the magi king #tyler hoechlin #coven #mind control #transformation #ownership #control #evil superman #Super Villains

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runesandramblings · 1 year

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"To The Ends of The Earth"

Word Count: TBD / ongoing

Content Warnings: none, follows the events from The Hobbit so there will be the expected violence from the movies

Pairings: KilixOC

Themes: crossover Marvel x Tolkien, romance, fanfic, canon-ish events

Summary:

In the wake of The Blip, the multi-verse has expanded knowledge of the universe in ways no one thought possible. For the first time, journeying between realms and realities is a tangible possibility.

Ex-SHIELD agent and Avenger, Lilith Lenore, is hiding from her past, shunning the life she once led. But when an offer from a wizard of another world is extended, she cannot refuse.

Chapter 4: The Hobbit

My head was spinning as I trailed behind Gandalf. Dragons, mountains full of gold, creatures called orcs, and small people that he referred to as hobbits. And dwarves, who were also small people, yet somehow they differed from hobbits. It was a lot of information to process. I was used to strange creatures by now, but this was an entirely new level of strange.

We had been following a narrow, dirt path for the better part of an hour. As I looked around I realized that the path had begun to widen, and the trees were beginning to thin. It appeared we were coming out of the woods and heading into a town of some kind. Small vegetable stands and carts lined the street, although I did not see anyone nearby behind or around the fixtures. As we continued the carts turned into buildings, smaller than would seem fitting for the average human. I was only five feet even myself, and looking at the door to a tavern titled ‘The Green Dragon’ I felt as though I’d hit my head on the way in. I quickly turned my attention from the changing surroundings to the wizard in front of me. I still had a million questions burning in my mind.

“So, we’re going to see a hobbit,” I started, putting an emphasis on the unfamiliar word.

I could see Gandalf’s head bob in acknowledgement in front of me.

“Yes.”

“To come with us, and some dwarves, to fight a dragon,” I continued.

Gandalf nodded again.

“Yes, that is correct.”

“The dragon is in the mountain where the dwarves used to live. The dwarves need to retake the mountain because…” I trailed off. “Why do the dwarves need the mountain?”

“The mountain is impenetrable.” He began. “Anyone who is able to successfully take the mountain would have a foothold that is not easily challenged. The orcs are always looking to gain an advantage in Middle Earth. If they are able to take the mountain, or worse, if they are able to persuade Smaug to their side, they might become an even deadlier force.”

I nodded, still putting the pieces together in my mind.

“Can a dragon be persuaded?” I asked.

“Not all of them.” Gandalf said. “But Smaug is no ordinary dragon.”

“And the Saran guy-”

“Sauron.” He corrected.

“Sorry, Sauron.” I repeated. “You said this all connects to Sauron somehow? The guy with the rings?”

I saw his head bob up and down again in front of me. He never turned, keeping his gaze and attention focused on the path ahead of us. I heard a light chuckle as he continued.

“More or less. Sauron has been gone for many years, but the orcs that serve him are ruthless, vile creatures. They exist to kill, torture, and destroy. They are always growing in number, and they will never stop ravaging Middle Earth. A hold like Erebor could prove to be deadly in their hands.”

“And why do you think the outcome of this could affect other worlds, like mine?” I asked, still uncertain of how this all connected to me and to my home.

I nearly crashed into Gandalf as he came to a sudden halt in the middle of the road. He turned around to face me finally, and rested his hands on the top of his staff as he spoke.

“A seer in our world has had a vision of Sauron’s return. We do not know how, or when. It seems Sauron's return to power is inevitable. By ensuring the dwarves retake Erebor, it is a crucial step in slowing him down.

"In her vision, she saw a future where the dwarves failed to reclaim the mountain. In that future, Sauron wields the ring and destroys Middle Earth as we know it. He grows to be so powerful that he ventures out of our world and into others. Think of it as a domino effect. We cannot stop the pieces from falling, but we can make certain that they do not fall too quickly.”

I stared at him for a moment, absorbing all of the information.

“I see.” I said simply. It was the only thing I could think to say. “And I thought the infinity stones were complicated.”

Gandalf chuckled again as he turned to continue down the path.

“I am not sure what infinity stones are, but given what you’ve accomplished in your world this should be right up your alley.”

“I hope so.” I said, following behind him, though not as closely this time. “I’ve never dealt with dragons before, though.”

I heard him chuckle again.

“Neither have I, my dear.”

The path we followed narrowed again as it wound around, leading us into a separate part of town. Green, grass covered hills began to appear on either side of the road, and they stretched down the winding trail as far as I could see. Each small hill had a round, colorful door in the center. As I looked closer I saw windows and chimneys. I felt my mouth gaping as I realized they were houses.

“Interesting, isn’t it?” Gandalf asked, as though he had read my mind.

“Very.” I said, looking back and forth between the small hill-homes that dotted the countryside.

As we approached I began to see what I could assume were the hobbits. They darted back and forth, between the homes, within small gardens, and up and down the path beside us. As they passed several gave Gandalf a kind nod, and myself an unwelcoming, wary stare. None of them came close enough for me to be certain, but it appeared they stood no higher than my chest. They were all dressed similarly, in short cropped breeches, jewel colored vests, and, to my surprise, no shoes.

“Hobbits?” I asked quietly, hoping I was not speaking loudly enough for the peculiar little people to hear.

“Yes.” Gandalf answered. “Very kind folk. I have always enjoyed the company of hobbits.”

I followed him in silence for a few more moments before he came to a stop in front of one of the small homes.

“Here we are.” Gandalf said, gesturing to another short, winding path. It led up to one of the strange, round doors set into the side of a hill. At the top of the path, sitting on a bench outside of a green door was another hobbit. He was smoking a pipe as he leaned back against the bench. I had a feeling Gandalf was about to uproot his entire morning.

“Wait here.” He said, gesturing for me to stay. “I will be right back.”

I nodded absentmindedly, scarcely noticing his absence as I continued to take in the sights around me. A few more hobbits passed as I stood awkwardly at the end of the path. I nodded kindly to a few of them. Each one hurried past, not a single one willing to return my greeting.

“Not very friendly, evidently.” I mumbled as another hobbit passed quickly, avoiding my gaze.

Before I had the chance to sit down in the grass, Gandalf reappeared.

“Come along, Lilith. We have much to do before this evening.”

He walked past me, not stopping to see if I was following, and continued back down the road in the same direction we had just come.

“That was it?” I asked, falling in behind him. I looked back at where he’d come from and saw the hobbit he’d been speaking to was gone.

“For now.” He said. His pace quickened and I found myself having to jog to keep up. “We will be back. I have a few errands in the meantime.”

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Intro

#kili #fili #kili fic #kili fanfic #kili fanfiction #kili x oc #kili durin #kili durin fanfic #the hobbit #the hobbit fanfiction #kili romance #the hobbit fanfic #marvel crossover #the hobbit x marvel #the hobbit x oc #lord of the rings fanfic #lord of the rings fanfiction #the hobbit crossover

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sxnsetgxl · 1 year

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@shadowyspectre Just Her Luck

She would have taken anyone else to bump into besides Macaque. Not even twelve hours ago this very face had been intent on tearing out her throat, not even five had he been dead alongside the king, not even three hours ago had her world been all but obliterated by the gods wrath. Only she had survived. Only she. Why Buddha had chosen it, some sick second chance? Could he have given a second chance to those who she considered her true guardians. Those she had actually cared about?

Focusing on that doesn't matter. There is something vile here, worse than the Macaque (who's in shit condition and smells like he's rotting) deciding to take the lead. Their earlier confrontation hadn't been pleasant, with him managing to barely talk her down after she'd been quite content on attempting to see if she could spear him through the tree first. Brow twitching as she recalls the entire encounter, now to be stuck in a cavern with him (something following them no less) was grating on her last nerves. Except the sound of something clattering randomly makes her pause (while the other scurried back like a frightened cat) and stare in the direction it came from, years of brutal abuse training have her ready. Or so she thought.

Hardfast disgust rising, the urge to puke what she'd barely eaten for breakfast was an option as the scent of sulfur, rotting flesh and what she can only daresay was the scent of a rejuvenating corpse assaulting her sense of smell. Wanting to quickly get rid of the sense just from how potent it was, she actually does nearly gag when the thing finally shows itself. Disgust worms its way through her until quick acting despair grasps her heart like a claw plunging through her chest.

There's no damn way. That faint bit of an aura, smothered under the repulsive one that this entity was radiating. She grips the staff tighter, this reminds her too much of the abomination she fought in the depths of the sea when she'd been learning how to swim. Her lungs ache at the memory. Even still, dragging the end of the staff as sparks dance before the white lines amongst the red and gold ignite, the staff twisted in her arms for a steady one hand hold as she puts herself between the currently shock frozen simian and the corrupted being.

"Macaque, what the fuck is this!?"

#shadowyspectre

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pattysplaceofplaces · 2 years

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The Thieves Next Door

Prologue Sample Thingy

[Author’s note: So this is kinda a sample thing. I’m just seeing if I get a feel for it. Since this feature’s a lot of Mime Bomb outside of VILE I will have to make some personal headcanons for him for the sake of this story. First thingy: I decided I would his real name Gailen, it means “the one who is peaceful and quiet” so I thought the name matched him. I’m not sure if this will be finale or something that I continue writing but enjoy!]

“There’s something about them Lori, I don’t trust it.” Loraine put a hand on her husband’s shoulder, shifting her weight on him. “Alfred please you can’t be skeptical of everyone who moves in. You scare the whole neighborhood…” She lightly tugged on his arm. “Instead of stalking them from the window let’s go say hello!” The man grumbled out something unintelligible yet he got up from his chair and from the window to the door.

Life felt odd now. If felt not to be in your outfit all the time or called by your code name 24/7. You can tell this was taken a huge toll on Gailen. It felt weird to call him that besides…Mime Bomb. Of course you called him by his name even before this happened but that was only when you two were alone. You felt bad for your boyfriend, you could tell he felt uncomfortable without having his normal makeup on but it wasn’t safe for him to have it on. He would be found suspicious, that was something that couldn’t be risked in this point in time.

It was sweet. He didn’t like being outside for too long, especially like this yet he still sat on the porch while you were watering the succulents and putting up the humming bird feeder. You went up to him, letting him have a sip of your water. “You don’t have to stay outside Mime Bae.” You whispered that corny nickname to him. It was originally a joke that somehow stuck. He shook his head. He kissed the palm of his hand then lightly patted your forehead with it, causing you to giggle. An accomplishment in his book. “Alright if you insist.” You turned back to where the succulents were planted and picked up a large rock. It was a grayish purple color with some yellow spots on it. Some may think it’s weird but collecting rocks was a fun! You get to appreciate bits of the earth that won’t cause damage if you have it in a jar. Ooh if you could find a large, flat, light colored rock you and Gailen could write your initials on it! It was basic but you didn’t care.

“Excuse me.” You looked over at the man in a navy blue uniform with a badge and clunky black belt. Your whole body tensed up yet all you could think about was your boyfriend. If this is making you nervous you can’t imagine how he feels. “Yes sir? Can I help you?” Telling yourself to act natural only made you more tense. A woman came from the house on the left, making large strides with her cheeks puffed up in a pout. “Alfred! Stop scaring our new neighbors!” She let out a huff. “They’re just kids! What are you trying to achieve?” The man you could know name Alfred smiled but his tired eyes told a different story. He glared at you and you glared back. “Lori I was just messing around.” She rolled her eyes and lightly slapped his shoulder. Loraine looked at the both of you and smiled. “I’m sorry, my husbands a wild one.”

You nodded and returned her smile. “Oh I get it. My hubby can cause a lot of trouble if I turn my back on him for too long.” You raised your left hand up to show the simple gold band on your ring finger. You two weren’t married by law although it seemed nice! In a rush you two robbed a jewelry store, it wouldn’t be bad to pretend after all. A piece of paper can’t define the love you two have anyway!

“Awww! You two are just the cutest!” Loraine gushed. “I don’t believe I caught your names?” Loraine may have been a bit enthusiastic but at least she was nothing like her husband. Seriously. What is his problem!? “I’m Y/n and this is my husband Gailen.” It still felt weird using that name for him. You had known him as Mime Bomb for so long. He got up from the chair on the porch and put a hand on your shoulder, allowing you to feel less tense. “Where did you two move from? Why did you choose our small town?” You don’t mean any disrespect towards her but you wish she would leave you alone so you can your hubby could go inside, panic, then cuddle together. “Well we moved from LA. It was overwhelming and extremely overpriced. We needed a change of scenery and this seemed like a nice place to start a life.”

Alfred nodded, intertwining his arm with his wife’s. “I see. We welcome you to the neighborhood.” He smiled. “We’ll get out of your hair. If you need anything let us know, we are neighbors.” You nodded and waved them goodbye as they disappeared into their house.

Alfred wasn’t a bad man. He didn’t just pick on everyone. He couldn’t explain it. He didn’t see you or your husband do anything back yet something felt amiss. He was a family man and it didn’t feel right for you two to be near his family. Should he just swallow his pride and admit he got overzealous? No there had to be something wrong. His intuition has never failed him before.

#carmen sandeigo 2019 #Carmen Sandiego fan fiction #Mime Bomb #Mime Bomb x Gender neutral reader #Mime Bomb x reader #X reader #x gender neutral reader #The thieves next door

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mochisquish · 2 years

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Ahhh Mochi your mind is literal gold, I love your version of why Kreese would be so focused on Johnny in his younger years, especially since his pride wouldn't let him admit to Terry that it put a strain on their relationship! So now he is forced to show Terry that it was all worth throwing away their dream of expanding the dojo and prove to him that Johnny truly is the champion he sees.

I was wondering what do you hope to see with John and Terry's relationship in season 6? Do you think it can still be salvaged? 💜

Thank you, I'm glad you enjoyed my ramblings. 🥲

I'd still like to see all the ideas we've been talking about since the disappointment of S4 haha. I don't know what's realistic to hope for anymore, though. Their relationship in S5 was completely stagnant, which makes it hard to predict where the story is going.

Ideally, I want them to reconcile and FINALLY be the ultimate villain team they're destined to be. I'm a broken record, but I don't know how you write a story with the two main villains, who are lifelong friends with deep emotional history, and just…never use that to its full potential.

Both Kreese and Terry have nothing left to lose. Kreese broke out of jail and is running from the law. Terry may go to jail, or at least be held up by the legal system (he's a billionaire so he might weasel his way out of everything). They weren't on the same page before, but they have a common enemy now, which is also why a team up makes sense. The problem is I don't know how they get to a point where they trust each other again. Neither regretted what they did, so S6 would have some work to do.

Most importantly, they need to reconnect on an emotional level. I don't want it to be a marriage of convenience for revenge. I want to see their relationship from the flashbacks and TKK3. I want to see it at its most pure and loving and vile. When they ultimately go down, it has to be together, and it has to be tragic.

#cobra kai spoilers #Cobra Kai #cobra husbands #asks #skylessnights

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terinour · 10 months

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Fairy tale / Conte de fées

Fairy tale

It could have started like a fairy tale. But it wasn't. The street was filthy and the garbage cans were overflowing with filth. And then there was that vile smell of vomit and urine that forced him to cover his nose and mouth. It was the olfactory border of a forgotten street. He quickly passed this pile of garbage and moved into the alley. He could then discover a certain charm to the place with these balconies and these parabolas carrying hope, kinds of flowers of the modern times catching the television waves and the promises of an ephemeral television happiness. Puddles reflected the lights of the beautiful neighborhoods located further up. Everything here seemed to be turned towards the outside, towards an elsewhere. This made him a little sad in the end. It didn't take much to turn hope into reality, simply by turning away from parables and turning inward. But this required a change in his habits.

Dave, on the other hand, was no longer attracted to the lights and gold. From experience he was wary of anything that shone too brightly on the outside. He only wanted peace, but his job, if one can call his strange activity a job, brought him into contact with shadows, the unspeakable and sometimes death. He had finally accepted it, found there his place, a role to play. Ancient texts say that it doesn't matter if life gives us a first or a second role, it is up to us to play well the one we have been assigned. Better a perfectly good supporting role than a bad leading role.

He walked further into the alley, looking for the only clue in his possession, a black cat sign. He finally found it. It creaked at the slightest breeze that rushed in. Small spotlights dimly illuminated what he was looking for: Madigan's, Irish Pub. He pushed open the door and entered a noisy, dark room. The counter radiated a soft light through multiple bottles filled with different colored beverages. The boss acted as an alchemist in this mysterious laboratory that seemed to come straight out of the Middle Ages. Small lamps lit the tables farthest from the counter. He approached and knew he had found the right person. The man was finishing the preparation of a colorful and sparkling cocktail decorated with exotic flowers. A waiter took it away at once.

The boss looked at Dave and stopped short. He understood at once who he was, people could feel it every time. With a nod he pointed to the back room, only separated from where they were by a slight veil. Dave followed the boss and they sat down at a small table. The boss's body was massive but he seemed intimidated. Dave took off his coat and rolled up his right sleeve. He rested his forearm on the wooden table. The boss swallowed and slowly put his hands on it. There was an immediate flash that startled the man. He rested his hands and closed his eyes. A jerk of images interspersed with blacks appeared then a whole sequence. The sounds also seemed so real that both men sometimes turned their heads, as if to better capture them. Eventually the vision faded.

“It's my daughter, I haven't heard from her in months”

“She looks happy”

“When I became a father, her little life took over. It feels like yesterday and now it feels like she has abandoned me”

“Yet it is in the nature of things”

“In fact I think I've forgotten who I was. Do you think she'll come back?”

‘You have to start by finding yourself, so you will never feel alone again’

“Thank you”

Dave stood up

“Won't you stay a little while?”

“I never stay”

“Wait a little while, I'll be back”

Dave put his coat back on and the man was back with his cash-box

“This is the money of the day, it's all I have”

“I don't ask for so much, just give what you want”

Dave stuffed the bills the boss had given him into his pocket and walked away. He had done what he had to do by offering a vision. Now he was returning to the night, becoming a shadow among shadows, his silhouette slowly disappearing around the corner. No one would hear from him again, until one day a new vision would ask to come out. Then he would appear again to deliver his message... just like in a fairy tale.

Teri Nour

Note: I had translated my own text entitled "Conte de fées" below in french. I apologize for this appoximative translation.

Conte de fées

Cela aurait pu débuter comme dans un conte de fées. Mais ce n’était pas le cas. La rue était crasseuse et les poubelles débordaient d’immondices. Et puis il y avait cette odeur ignoble de vomi et d’urine qui l’obligeait à se couvrir le nez et la bouche. C’était la frontière olfactive d’une rue oubliée. Il dépassa rapidement ce tas d’ordures et s’avança dans la ruelle. Il pu alors découvrir un certain charme à l’endroit avec ces balcons et ces paraboles porteuses d’espoir, sortes de fleurs des temps modernes captant les ondes télévisuelles et les promesses d’un bonheur télévisuel éphémère. Des flaques renvoyaient les lumières des beaux quartiers situés plus loin, plus haut. Tout ici semblait tourné vers l’extérieur, vers un ailleurs. Cela le rendait un peu triste en fin de compte. Il suffisait de peu de choses pour changer l’espoir en réalité, simplement en délaissant les paraboles pour se tourner vers l’intérieur. Mais cela exigeait de bouleverser ses habitudes.

Dave, lui, n’avait plus d’attirance pour les lumières et les ors. Par expérience il se méfiait de ce qui brillait trop à l’extérieur. Il ne désirait que la paix mais son métier, si tant est que l’on puisse appeler son étrange activité un métier, l’amenait à côtoyer les ombres, l’indicible et parfois la mort. Il avait fini par l’accepter, y trouva là sa place, un rôle à jouer. De très anciens textes disaient que peu importait au fond que la vie nous donne un premier ou un second rôle, il nous appartenait de bien jouer celui qui nous était assigné. Mieux valait un second rôle parfaitement bien joué qu’un mauvais premier rôle.

Il s’engagea plus loin dans la ruelle, à la recherche du seul indice en sa possession, une enseigne en forme de chat noir. Il trouva finalement. Elle grinçait au moindre courant d’air qui s’engouffrait là. De petits spots éclairaient faiblement ce qu’il cherchait : Chez Madigan, Irish Pub. Il poussa la porte et pénétra dans une salle bruyante et sombre. Le comptoir irradiait une lumière douce qui traversaient de multiples bouteilles elles-mêmes remplies de breuvages aux couleurs différentes. Le patron faisait office d’alchimiste dans ce mystérieux laboratoire semblant sorti tout droit du moyen âge. De petites lampes éclairaient les tables les plus éloignées du comptoir. Il s’approcha et su qu’il avait trouvé la bonne personne. L’homme terminait la préparation d’un cocktail coloré et pétillant orné de fleurs exotiques. Un serveur l’enleva aussitôt.

Le patron observa Dave et s’arrêta net. Il comprit aussitôt qui il était, les gens le sentait à tous les coups. D’un coup de tête il désigna l’arrière salle, seulement séparée de là où ils se trouvaient d’un léger voile. Dave suivit le patron et ils s’installèrent à une petite table. Le corps du patron était massif mais il semblait intimidé. Dave ôta son manteau et remonta sa manche droite. Il posa son avant-bras sur la table de bois. Le patron déglutit et, lentement, vint poser ses mains sur celui-ci. Il y eut aussitôt un flash qui fit sursauter l’homme. Il reposa ses mains et ferma les yeux. Une saccade d’images entrecoupées de noirs apparurent puis toute une séquence. Les sons également paraissaient si réels que les deux hommes tournaient parfois la tête, comme pour mieux les capter. La vision finit par s’évanouir.

– C’est ma fille, elle ne donne plus de nouvelles depuis des mois

– Elle a l’air heureuse

– Quand je suis devenu père, sa petite vie a prit toute la place. J’ai l’impression que c’était hier et maintenant, c’est comme si elle m’avait abandonné

– Pourtant c’est dans la nature des choses

– En fait je crois que j’ai oublié qui j’étais. Vous croyez qu’elle reviendra ?

– Vous devez commencer par vous retrouver, ainsi vous ne vous sentirez plus jamais seul

– Merci

Dave se leva

– Vous ne restez pas un petit peu ?

– Je ne reste jamais

– Attendez un tout petit peu, je reviens

Dave remis son manteau et l’homme était de retour avec sa caisse

– C’est la recette du jour, c’est tout ce que j’ai

– Je n’en demande pas tant, donnez simplement ce que vous voulez

Dave fourra dans sa poche les billets que lui avait remis le patron et s’en alla. Il avait fait ce qu’il avait à faire en offrant une vision. Maintenant il regagnait la nuit, redevant une ombre parmi les ombres, sa silhouette disparaissant lentement au coin de la rue. Plus personne n’entendrait parler de lui, jusqu’au jour où une nouvelle vision demanderait à sortir. Alors il referait son apparition pour délivrer son message… un peu comme dans un conte de fées.

#short stories #writing #écriture

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carpe-libris · 1 year

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So for eight months plus I’ve had a meeting about two co-workers twice my age who, occasionally alongside my manager, have belittled, bullied and harassed me for five years straight hanging over my head until about two weeks ago. I lost all my hobbies and interests. It made me so miserable I just felt totally worthless. I felt like a non-person and I’m just starting to get back to my normal self again.

For five years I put up with shouting, intimidation, lying, sabotage and isolation from them without going to HR because I hadn’t wanted to put anyone through that and hoped the pair of them would grow up. I though I didn’t have enough proof and felt like had no energy to fight with.

Rookie error, but karma might be finally incoming for them.

They decided to go to HR against me together as the world’s mental gymnastics champions. They scrambled to put together grievances against me when I haven’t seen them or had much contact with them in close to two years because I asked to work from another hospital site to get away from them.

What did they say I did to them that was so bad? I put the radio on very quietly back in 2019, the same way they did on other days. I said hi to other people that came by while they’d blanked me for two straight years when I’d try to be civil. They didn’t like it that I was talking full stop. And, I had the audacity to have a picture up of a Bee flying over the words ‘Bee Kind’ at my desk and they took offence and saw it as a dig against them. Slight self-own there to admit you were not being kind, but okey dokey.

I wrote my own letter to laying out every single abusive email, every act of sabotage, every ‘look at me when I’m talking to you’ and the lies they tried and failed to spread about me with proof and forwarded it to both HR and the head of department.

I had an informal meeting with HR and the head of department going over what I’d said in my letter and every horrible thing they’d done and then what they’d alleged against me. All of it from them was instantly quashed as a two teaming up against one with pettiness and nonsense and it looks like they’re finally being seen for exactly who they are and appear to have shot themselves in the foot in an attempt to get to me.

In another plot twist my manager who has been dubbed Where’s Waldo because nobody knows where the hell he is half the time is now completely AWOL and might be off long term but nobody has a clue what’s going on or who is supposed to be acting up until if/when he returns.

This is after said vile co-workers threw him under the bus in a separate grievance they made against him in a bid to get his job; which won’t happen because of how badly they handle their hospital sites and because how awful and downright nasty they are to the medical staff here...and generally anyone they encounter. So they’ve only just added ten times more work for themselves with him gone.

All the appointment slots from this month onwards are totally haywire because my manager never closed and opened the right slot times and nobody knows what appointments are useable and it’s just a huge tangled mess. Whole clinics and templates were supposed to be changed and set up, but he doesn’t ever answer emails and leaves everything to the last possible minute them blames me when I can’t get 8+ patients to come to appointments for the same afternoon and told me he could book 12 in twenty minutes and other competitive oddness. I was put under insane pressure to fill every single appointment and every single cancellation there he might as well have asked me to turn straw into gold while I was at it.

I’m now trying to figure out how to fix the slots and get things back up and running, but this whole time I’ve been made to feel stupid, incompetent and lazy be all three of them. All the while he was trying to use me to cover up how much of a disaster he was making of things that could have been fixed weeks in advance while he sat in his office and took naps which is sadly not an exaggeration. The other two were making huge problems sabotaging everything out of sheer bitterness and childishness which has came back to bite them well and truly in the backside. Both HR and the department leads are aware of the situation and how other staff have come forward and said they also don’t want to be around them at all because of their behavior.

I get on great with every single other person from the mailroom, domestic staff, patients and the lab staff and I have a lot more people in my corner than I thought I did and that’s honestly such a huge relief. Maybe it’ll all come to nothing, but for once it feels a bit better just to win for once.

I’ve been laughing for ten minutes about it all but dear lord. What a mess. And it’s only the first of February

It’s like a really shit U.K remake of Scrubs.

Good times.

#karma's not real but if people push me far enough I'll get there quicker

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ultranos · 2 years

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Does zuko believe ozai when he talked about azula being gay, or was that put in the ozais lies category?

Mai folds her arms across her chest as she watches Zuko enter...Hour 2 of this rant about his apparent reputation among the populace. If she's being fair, this has been building for quite some time and it was really just a question of when he was going to explode with all his feelings all over everything. Really, it's impressive that he's lasted this long.

However, Mai is over being "fair" by at least 45 minutes, and if Zuko starts repeating himself, she will not be held responsible for the consequences.

"It's like it doesn't matter what I say! Everyone's still just going to believe I killed her!" Zuko says, tossing his hands up. "Even when she's not here, Azula still manages to ruin my life!"

Mai sighs and suppresses a wince. She loves him, really, she does. But Azula was her best friend, and she's dead. (Mai thinks on some level, she'll always hate her father for taking the posting away from the capital. Making her live with the question of if she were there, would Azula still be alive?) It gets incredibly trying to listen to Zuko's version of the girl, built on three years of bitterness, resentment, and misplaced anger.

But it's probably because of comments like that, when added to the fact that Zuko and Iroh were among the last people known to see Azula alive before the two conveniently wandered into the Earth Kingdom wilderness for awhile? Small wonder people think Zuko shoved his sister's body under an unmarked rock somewhere.

Still, maybe it's time to redirect this rant masquerading as a conversation before she feels the need to stab something (or someone) she'd later regret. "What did your father have to say?"

"Huh?" Zuko stops pacing and blinks at her.

"Ozai. You went to talk to him about this."

He scoffs. "He's full of ostrich-horseshit and less useful. He wouldn't tell me anything, and instead tried to get me to believe some obvious lie as to why he didn't care about what happened to her."

Mai raises an eyebrow.

Zuko laughs a little. "He said Azula was a sleeve-cutter, if you could believe it." He shakes his head. "Called her all sorts of vile names."

Mai feels the blood drain from her face. Ozai knew. That...that changed everything.

(Mai hadn't meant to learn that secret. She just notices things, she always has. It's easy to notice things when people like to forget that you're there, when you are forced to be quiet and be what someone else wants without them telling you. So when Azula had started acting a little more withdrawn, a little more stressed, a little more distracted and paranoid? Yes, Mai noticed. And eventually, she wanted to know why.

She did not expect the small but well-read and annotated collection of very illegal illicit and very educational scrolls on what two women might do in bed together.

...well, okay. The annotations were pure Azula, which was what convinced her this was not a prank.

She remembers wide, scared eyes, hunter's gold in a pale face as Azula let her defenses down. The stuttered, halting quiet admission that she thought she liked girls like that. It leaves Mai breathless even now to think about that level of trust, from someone like Azula to someone like her, in a place like the Palace.

Entrusting her with a knowledge that placed a knife as sharp as any of her ones made of steel at Azula's throat.)

Zuko stops and stares at her. He blinks and takes two steps closer. "Mai? What is it?"

Mai swallows past a suddenly dry throat. "That...wasn't a lie, Zuko."

"What?"

"Ozai wasn't lying. Not about that."

Zuko shakes his head. "No, that can't be..." He stares at her. "Since when?!"

She rolls her eyes. "Since always? I don't know, Zuko, I'd guess she was just born that way! I have no idea how the blazes your father found out, though. But that finally explains some things."

He's quiet for a moment. "But if Azula was...but if he knew that, then that means he really did..."

Mai nods. "Yes, that's exactly what that means. I always wondered what could have even driven someone like Azula to run in the first place. That's one of the few things that could have done it."

#nos answers things #Anonymous #atla #smallest nail au #zuko: error.exe abort retry ignore?#(13-year-old azula didn't quite have a stash of annotated ukiyo works #but that's only because she kept more to written form than woodblock prints)

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bellarkeselection · 2 years

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Royal Mikealson

Klaus is married to a princess. The pair have their wedding night.

Y/n Mikealson. That will be my name tonight. My parents shall marry me to Klaus Mikaelson. Running my hands down my simple white wedding dress I sigh in nervousness. My hair braided like a fishtail going down my back, a small gold crown resting upon my head. The Mikaelson's weren't really royal lords and lady. Klaus told me that it's just a cover story to hide the truth. That they're vampires. Creatures of the night is what the witches call them. I'm not afraid of Klaus, that he could drain me of blood...because he loves me too much to hurt me.

The double doors opened all eyes on me their royal princess. Slowly I finally meet Klaus seeing his blue eyes have never left me not once. He intertwines our hands together once my father handed me over. My mother clears her throat placing her right hand over intertwined ones. "Lord Niklaus Mikaelson do you take Princess Y/n to be your wife?" He stares down at me smiling. "I do." My mother turned her head my direction smiling. "Princess Y/n L/n do you take Lord Niklaus to be your husband?" Matching his smile with my own I vowed. "I do, always and forever." He grins bigger capturing his lips with mine at hearing me say his family's moto.

Closing my chamber door quickly locking it we both relax finally being away from the loud party. Luckily he knew the secret passageway to my room. I didn't want to go through the typical bedding ceremony and I dought Nik would let anyone lay a hand on me. He reaches into his boot pulling out a vile of blood as I stand by the fireplace watching him curiosity in my eyes. A couple months ago at my 18th birthday he offered me a dance and we both revealed our feelings for each other. That same night I scraped my knee making him show his vampire side.

"Nik, take from me." I softly called out making him stare at me suprised. "I'm already taking you in bed, love." Crossing the room I take his hands in mine staring deeply into his eyes. "I'm willing to embrace every side of you. I trust you." He leans forward kissing my forehead his hands going to start untying my dress. "Tell me if you want me to stop at any point Y/n." His blue eyes locked on mine as my arms wrapped around his neck, his arms lifting me up only in my nightgown. Laying me onto the bed hovering above me leaning down slowly kissing me. My hands messing with his tunic until we break so he could remove it.

Suddenly my cheeks flushed at the sight of his chest seeing a smirk playing on his lips. "Enjoying the view my little wife." Brushing my fingers up gently I rest my hands to his cheeks smiling. He puts his lips over mine again starting to kiss my neck. My hands tugged at his blonde locks hearing him moan, his hands slowly pulled my dress up tossing it once we're under the covers. He twirls some of my hair once we finished laying on our backs panting heavily, smiles marking our faces. Wincing slightly I grab a needle from my bedside pricking my index finger holding it out to him. "Drink my husband."

Nik's eyes turned darker with the veins appearing underneath. His right elbow lifting him up on the pillow while his left hand brushed my messy hair from my face. He takes my hand in his drinking the blood until he's had enough. Afterwords he gently pushes me on my back hair sprawled across the pillows. "I love you princess Y/n Mikealson." He hovers above me until I wrap my arms around his neck hungrily kissing him. He suddenly flipped on his back so I'm ontop of him when we break the kiss since I need air. "I love you, Klaus Mikaelson."

He rolled me back onto my side my hair knotted a smile on my lips asking. "What are you doing, Nik?" He reaches over grabbing a sketchbook and quill, starting to draw me. "Drawing the beauty that is you, my love." A blush meets my cheeks seeing him smirk once finishing the scetch. A yawn leaves my lips as he pull me to lay my head on his bare chest, his freehand playing with my hair. "I love you, always and forever." He breathes into my hair until I lift my head up looking into his eyes. "Can you draw me like a French girl tomorrow again, Nik?" He tilts my chin up with his freehand gently kissing me with a bright smile. "Whatever your heart desires, Y/n. I'm all yours."

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your-highnessmarvel · 3 years

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From Bleak to Bright

Requested by Anonymous: the world is in black and white until you meet your soulmate. you’re Bruce’s little sister. you want to go with him during Avengers 2012 because you’re the only one that “can calm the beast” if ever he pops out. so you’re just chilling with the avengers in the flying thing. then they bring Loki in. the world goes to bright, bright colors. you don’t want it to be him. but it is. no one knows. no one knows but him.

AN: IM BACK. YES. AFTER LIKE A WHOLE YEAR. the flying thingy. me too i had to google it, ahaha

Warnings: angst, language

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You spun on the stool, facing your brother with a sigh. He scratched the back of his head, the glow from Loki’s scepter reflecting on his specs in a grey light.

“One more hour?” he asked with a wince.

You rolled your eyes. “Okay,” you groaned. “But then we’re off to bed. And I’m putting Celine Dion on the stereo to sleep.”

“Not her again,” he groaned.

You raised a finger, brows crawling up your forehead. “You made me come here on this ridiculous flying tank with the God damned Avengers, of all people, and we’ve been here for four days listening to sounds of water dripping and Cap’s fifties music.”

Bruce sighed, leaning his forehead into his palm. “Fine.” His hands went up in mock surrender. You could see the tension in his shoulders, straining against the material of his chemise.

Not that you could see the color of it. You imagined it was blue. Bruce liked blue. Bruce knew colors. Of course he did. He’d met his soulmate such a long time ago, you’d forgotten she even existed.

But not you. You’d gone through life in the dreary black and white of a world without a soulmate. But now you were curious. You knew the colors by name, but not sight. What does green even look like? Bruce had told you trees and grass were green. Some people’s eyes. Ever since he’d told you that, green became your favorite. Maybe blue could beat it, since Tony Stark had told you the sky was all shades of blue combined.

An alarmed blared overhead, and your first instinct was to run to your brother’s side. Bruce’s eyes met yours, his mouth tugging up at the corners.

He’s fine.

Your hand found the curve of his forearm, still. No one really knew what actually triggered the Hulk, and you, being his little sister, were the only human alive able to tame the beast.

You heard footsteps, many, clambering loudly down the hall. The door to Bruce’s workspace was wide open, and you heard the telltale sound of security making their way down the hall. You frowned. What could they be doing so late at night, and so many all together?

At first, from the windows in the workspace, you only saw the black suits of the security patrol, their reflective masks bright in the hall. They walked in patterned, simultaneous movements, guns held firm in their grasps.

You saw the top of a really - no, seriously, really! - tall head, black hair. White skin. And as the small platoon of security walked passed your door, you saw the man walking in their midst, tied in shackles.

He turned his head, buzzing in your mind, something deep in your chest tightening. And then you saw the color of his eyes.

You couldn’t tell at first. Because the world became so vivid, so bright. He went from black and white to stark and bright and whole before your eyes, stealing the breath from your lungs.

A ringing started in your ears, a burning in your throat. You couldn’t help but stare, watching his eyes drink you in as well, watching his own world turn from ash to bright as the sun.

No, you thought. No. Not him.

Anyone but him.

And just before he rounded the corner, his lips stretched into a smirk.

A cold hand on your arm brought you back. As if slamming back into your body.

“You okay?” Bruce asked.

You gulped. Nodded. Felt your cheeks blooming with heat. “Yeah, of course.”

You could see the colors on your brother, now. Albeit, not being able to tell which specific color it was. And yet he was beautiful. Later, after hours of searching online for colors, you’d be able to tell his hair was black, his eyes a warmest brown, his skin a shade of white a few degrees darker than yours.

But now, it took everything in you not to scream.

You could finally see the entire world for what it truly was and all because of a demi-God wrought with darkness.

No. It couldn’t be him.

You separated from your brother, your mouth dry, feeling his eyes on you. He could always tell when you were troubled. But there was just no way, no freaking way, you’d tell him that you’d just met your soulmate. If he knew who it was... No. You wouldn’t tell him. You wouldn’t tell anyone.

You went to the computer and turned the screen away from Bruce, clearing your throat. Bruce went back to his own computer.

You didn’t even search up colors yet. You searched up the possibility of soulmates being wrong for each other. The computer spat out articles and data from hundreds of years, all proving that the soulmate trigger worked. That the signs of color all proved one had met the person right for them.

You sighed, dropping your head in your hands.

You rubbed at your eyes, steeling yourself for what you were about to ask.

“Bruce?”

“Hmm?”

“Did they just bring in Loki?”

His head raised from his computer. “Yeah.” He frowned. “I’m going to go ask why. Does it disturb you that he’s here?”

You scratched your jaw. “No, not at all,” you said quickly, too quickly. You cringed internally, hoping your face didn’t mimic the shame you felt. “Just - why?”

“I’ll go ask,” Bruce said. If he had any inkling as to why you were suddenly intrigued in God of mischief, he didn’t give any clue.

He left. You took a second to steady yourself. You counted your fingers. Felt the shape of your face.

Then you took a breath in and all but flew out the door.

You followed the maze that was the inner organs of the Helicarrier until you reached the “jail”, which was, upon inquiry, meant to hold your brother if ever you weren’t there to calm him in time.

You watched from outside the doors as Fury talked to Loki. You couldn’t help the fire in your chest as you watched. Loki seemed trapped, looking discreetly around the room, around his glass cage, his green eyes keen on any weakness.

You felt the sweat collecting in the palm of your hands. You waited patiently, praying whatever Bruce was up to would keep him long enough that he wouldn’t come looking for you. You heard broken pieces of the conversation on the other side of the steel enforced doors, but Loki’s voice was even, steady, unafraid.

He knew he wouldn’t be beat here.

You counted to one hundred the moment Fury walked out. Your heart beat vehemently between your ribs, battering your bones. Your knees were putty when you finally, slowly, opened the doors.

The air ruffled your hair, blowing it out of your face.

He stood tall, straight, unmoving, statuesque in the middle of his prison. Hands at his sides. Eyes mild. Mouth straight. He gave no indication that his world had finally shifted after millennia of black and white.

“I didn’t have to wait long.” His voice sent shivers down your spine, your body so reactive to even the sound of his words that you wondered, for just a second, what his touch would do.

You closed the door, tentatively approaching the control board. You saw a big red button and decided maybe touching random buttons wouldn’t do any of you any good.

“What’s your name?” he asked, following your movements with his sharp emerald gaze. He still stood there, like cement was poured down the length of his spine.

You darted your eyes back to his. He was glad in - what you later learned - was a green and gold ensemble, a green cotton cape grazing the floor of his cage. He was beautiful, really. Cut by the finest knife to the most perfect edge.

He smiled then, creasing his cheeks in what you could only feel as adorable.

“Didn’t expect it to be moi, did you, princess?”

You tried not to react, but heat bloomed across your cheeks, giving you away.

“Why?” you asked.

He rolled his eyes, sighing dramatically, breaking his statuesque stance to throw his arms up. “By the Gods,” he groaned, accent thick on his tongue. “You humans are so pathetic. Why this? Why that? Why me? Oh, you want to be so special that you question the straight line of fate as if the entire meaning of the world revolved around you.”

You raised your brows. Wow. He’d been thinking of that for a while.

“Do you know the colors?” you asked, approaching the glass that separated you from your soulmate.

He took you in, green eyes drinking you in from head to toe. He didn’t seem to think anything negative about his soulmate. “I’ve taken sense-enhancing drugs in my lifetime,” he said. “I’ve known colors briefly. Thor taught them to me.”

You nodded. “Your eyes are green.”

His lips split in a grin. “You’re very perceptive,” he chuckled. “And you’re wearing a powder blue sweater. Childish.”

Something in you shifted and you wanted to say something, something bad. Something along the lines of, “what is your favorite color?” and then run and wear it.

Instead, you approached the glass even more. By this distance, you could see he was significantly taller than you. He eyed you down his nose.

“A human,” he said with distaste.

“Maybe that’s your punishment,” you ventured, your heart railing against your ribs. “Maybe that’s your conundrum. You’ve thought nothing of humanity but the possibility to dominate and squander us under your boot like ants. Isn’t it fitting?”

You saw the anger cross his face before his lips spat the vile things he thought in his mind. “You are not worthy of a God, you fleeting, imbecile, nothingness of a human. I will outlive you before I even grow a white hair. Our children will watch you wither before they’ve even gone to school.”

“Our children?”

That seemed to faze him.

Wow, you thought. Of all the things Loki was, he was traditional. He very well intended to follow through with the soulmate script; to marry you and have children with you.

The thought first amazed you, burning bright in your mind’s eye. Then you thought twice and feigned disgust.

He laughed. “Oh, please, you’re the luckiest woman in the universe to have been bound to a God.”

“Aren’t you a demi?”

His gaze placated you. “I am, but the fact remains that I am greater than you, greater than anything your pathetic little human brain can conceive.”

You rolled your eyes with audacity you didn’t know you had. “Well,” you sighed, shrugging, hands in your back pockets. “What now?”

He cocked his head. “What do you mean?”

“Are we to start this - thing, or are we to go back to our normal lives and, hoping you don’t obliterate the planet, we never see each other again?”

His jaw clenched, working. “You know it’s physically impossible now for us to be apart.” He said this through clenched teeth, hands in fists.

You shrugged again. “I don’t know about you but I wouldn’t mind never having to look at your ugly mug ever again.”

He frowned deeply. “Try it, then, you’ll see, mortal.”

You sighed apathetically, turning your back to him.

“Before you go!” Loki called. You turned slowly on your heel, offering him nothing but your side profile. “Let your brother know I’m hoping to meet him soon.”

The blood in your veins went cold.

Part 2? Anybody?

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Hajime Iwaizumi x F!Reader

❝ enemies, as well as lovers, come to resemble each other over a period of time ❞

description: your feud with hajime iwaizumi only escalated throughout your years at hogwarts; whether it was on the quidditch field or who would be the first to sit down in class, there always seemed to be some sort of raging competition between you two.

genre: hogwarts!au, angst, enemies to lovers, slow burn, rivals, gryffindor quidditch keeper iwaizumi, slytherin quidditch captain f!reader

word count: 5.5k

warnings/notes: swearing, lots of angst, small depictions of violence, mentions of alcohol and drinking, not proof read im so sorry although i am an avid believer than both iwa and oikawa would be slytherins, i wanted to play with the idea of them being gryffindors, which actually makes sense when you think hard about it hfklhfd anyway! please enjoy!

part of a hogwarts collab ! collab masterlist posted here ! tysm to the wonderful @rintsuru for hosting <3

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You could feel his presence from across the dining hall, immediately dowsing you in a raging hatred that you only reserved for him. His arrogance mocked you as he basically danced into the Great Hall bathed in compliments.

The Gryffindor quidditch team won against Ravenclaw the night before. You didn’t know why he had all of the glory... he wasn’t even the captain. Being keeper had its perks, you guessed.

You rolled your eyes and focused your attention to your food. You tried not to stab the plate as you heard the varying praises to the boy in red and gold. “Congrats, Iwa!” and “That last block was brilliant!” nearly made you want to choke.

Hajime Iwaizumi was simply not someone who deserved such compliments. He was vile, annoying, and did everything in his limited power to poke and prod at every single one of your nerves. You used to ignore your burning hatred that you harbored for him; but late in your second year, you had let it all out.

And, as it turned out, he wasn’t quite fond of you either.

It had been years since then, yet the feelings remained the same. It was just the start of your sixth year and you already wanted to gouge his eyes out with the pointy end of your fork.

Tooru Oikawa caught your gaze and sent you a cheeky smile. You wished that you could hate the captain as much as his keeper, but you only let your hatred for him simmer for so long. He was quite fun when he wasn’t next to the little shit.

“Just wait for next week when you verse Slytherin! You’re sure to win!” a small Gryffindor told them.

“I wouldn’t be too sure.” You said, perhaps a bit too loudly. You lacked volume control, after all.

“What was that, Slytherin?” Iwaizumi turned to you. His gaze was fire on your skin and you wanted nothing but to catch him aflame as well.

“Your arrogance and cockiness proceeds even you.” You said, voice monotone and venomous against the recent silence at your speech. “I wouldn’t be too sure of your success.”

“Say that again after the match.” Iwaizumi turned back to accept another compliment and find a place to sit at his house’s table.

You wondered if you would get expelled if an apple happened to launch out of your hands and land on the back of his head.

Late in your second year, you had enough of Hajime Iwaizumi.

The both of you were in a silent competition the minute you were introduced to each other in your first year. It was never anything serious, just two eleven year olds who liked to be at the top.

It wasn’t until your second year that you started to feel genuine distaste for him. You had buried the thought of “hate” for a long time, masking it to be annoyance and opposition.

The hatred was much deeper than a surface burn.

It was during charms class that you finally snapped.

It was not more than the simple mutter of his breath. It was a mispronunciation of the spell and the tap of his wand against the table that made you lose your control.

“Hajime! Can you please, for the love of Merlin, shut the fuck up!” The harsh language created a tense silence through the classroom. No twelve year old had the balls to curse that hard in front of that many people, including a professor. “If you are going to be an idiot, at least try to hide it.”

Hajime Iwaizumi turned in his seat to face you, irritation and vexation easily overpowering his shock.

“Funny that you’re saying that.” He said.

“You’re so ridiculous.” You rolled your eyes. “Oh, I’m Hajime Iwaizumi and I am a perfect student that can’t even properly pronounce a simple spell! But that doesn’t matter because guess who’s a keeper for the quidditch team when I’m only a second year!! I am perfect!! Literally no one likes you.”

“Trust me, no one likes you either.”

No one meaning, and translating to, I don’t.

Just to show off, you easily cast the charm that he had failed. Charms was your strong subject, so you only needed to say the spell and flick your wand before turning your attention back to him.

He was nearly smoking from his ears, he was both embarrassed and livid.

You waved to Kei Tsukishima as you caught his gaze from the side of the hall. He was a fellow Slytherin and a good friend, though neither of you would admit that to each other.

He nodded as his greeting. He shoved his book back into his bag as you made your way to his side.

“Hey, Tsukki.” You said. “I wasn’t expecting to see you until practice tomorrow.”

“Yeah, I’m waiting for Yamaguchi.” He turned his body to lean against the wall. “We’re going to Hogsmeade today.”

“No invitation?”

He sighed. “Would you like to join us, Captain?”

“I was joking, no need to sound so enthusiastic.” You chuckled. As you started to speak again, Tadashi Yamaguchi left the classroom the two of you stood outside of. He smiled at you, his green and white reflecting off of his eyes.

“Captain!” Yamaguchi greeted, putting an arm around your shoulder. “Are you coming to Hogsmeade with us?”

“Be careful, the idiots are coming.” Tsukishima interrupted and warned, motioning over your shoulder.

You turned around to find Oikawa and Iwaizumi walking next to each other, laughing about something only the two of them knew. You had to hold back from making a comment.

“Yoohoo!” Tooru Oikawa caught your eye. You sighed and turned back to your fellow Slytherins, sharing a look.

“Hello, Tooru.” You felt him beside you before you looked.

You purposely didn’t look at Iwaizumi.

“We’re celebrating our win tonight, you guys should join!” Oikawa invited. You heard Iwaizumi’s exhale of frustration, but you only rolled your eyes in an attempt to ignore his presence.

“You want a group of Slytherins hanging out with you, celebrating your win, when we go against you in less than a week?” Tsukishima spoke up. He moved off of the wall. “No thanks. Come, Yamaguchi. Let’s go.”

Yamaguchi waved goodbye and followed his best friend down the hall. You pivoted to fully face the two Gryffindors.

“I’ll come.” You said, mainly out of spite.

Tooru Oikawa was naturally outgoing. He was the captain of the Gryffindor quidditch team, a flirt, and all together a pretty chill person. You didn’t mind calling him a friend, despite the vast differences between you two.

One vast difference being his best friend.

Which is why you found yourself next to him as soon as you entered the Gryffindor party. The cascades of burgundy and gold created a deep atmosphere in the hidden room, lights dancing along the dark walls and the smell of various alcohols filled the air. It was a Gryffindor party, that much was true.

You were one of the very few Slytherins that occupied the room. Your eyes caught sight of only a couple, most of them much younger than you and just happy to be at one of their first few parties.

“Oi, a snake has crawled into the winner’s common room.” Oikawa joked as he handed you a can. You accepted.

“A snake in a lion’s den, I wonder who will win.” You quipped.

“The lion, for sure.”

“I wouldn’t be too sure. Snakes can eat things 100 percent their size.” You raised a brow and opened your can.

“Hm,” Oikawa looked over his shoulder and called out for someone you didn’t see. “Hey! Who do you think would win, a lion or a snake?”

“A lion obviously.” It was Hajime Iwaizumi.

You let out a groan, immediately losing your sense of humor. “Ah, you’ll see in less than a week.”

“I don’t think I will.” Iwaizumi said, stoic and annoyed. “This win was only one of few.”

“I suggest you just celebrate this win.” You took a sip. “Because I don’t think the losing team would like to come to the winner’s party.”

“That just means I will not be seeing you, which is a grand idea.”

It was the time of year just before winter, where the air starts to cool but the sun still warms your skin. You took a breath and held your broom at your side.

It was near minutes before the anticipated game against Gryffindor, and you could hear the crowds already. The rivalry between your houses was something that everyone enjoyed; the rivalry between you and their keeper was all you.

“Alright team.” You pivoted to the team behind you. “We’re playing Serpent first; and if we don’t get any points within the first two minutes, I’ll hold up the signal for Green. Got it?”

“Got it.”

You had a pretty well-rounded team in your honest opinion. Tsukishima was perfect as your keeper, he was never one to let anything get past him. Your chasers included you, Yamaguchi, and another girl named Yui Michimiya. You had the Miya twins for beaters. And, rather recently, you gained a new seeker named Tobio Kageyama. The same age as your keeper, but only wanted to join quidditch out of hate for the Gryffindor seeker (and who were you to deny that?).

The Gryffindor team was not one to mess with, they had a nice team too. Iwaizumi as the keeper, the Idiots Nishinoya and Tanaka as beaters, their new seeker Shoyo Hinata... but the problem was their chasers: Oikawa, Kiyoko Shimizu, and Wakatoshi Ushijima. They were so quick on their brooms, it was like working against wind.

Today was no day to lose.

“It’s our first official match of the year.” You encouraged. “Let’s show them who not to mess with.”

“Let’s absolutely destroy them.” Atsumu added.

You grinned.

As you headed towards the field, you could feel the adrenaline creeping into your bones. Quidditch had become routine, simple muscle memory as you moved to your starting positions.

The Gryffindor team appeared, and you felt the excitement enter you in a rush of air.

In the air, Hajime Iwaizumi felt at peace. He was very good at what he did, and he knew that, and the game was something he was passionate about.

He was also passionate about beating you.

You were the bane of his existence. You had never once sent him anything other than something bitter or sarcastic. You were an annoying pest that he simply couldn’t get rid of.

And as you threw the Quaffle into the goal just above his head, Iwaizumi felt his eye twitch.

Slytherin won, Tobio Kageyama’s hand high with the Snitch inside.

You watched in triumph as the teams descended on the brooms. From the skies down, you cheered.

“Congrats, Slytherin.” Oikawa said, though his tone was bitter and sour.

You knew that he hated losing, so you didn’t push it. He was a friend, after all. Sending him just a small “I’m sorry you didn’t win” smile, you headed to your team. You gathered them into a hug, or rather-- a huddle, and ruffled the hair on Kageyama’s head.

You peeked over your shoulder to catch sight of Iwaizumi. He was standing, hands at his sides, red face and eyes blank of any expression other than anger.

You smirked at him.

Hajime Iwaizumi was on the other side of the victory this time, silently brooding as he picked at his food in the Great Hall. The Gryffindor table emitted zero volume.

He was pissed off the second you entered the hall, Kei Tsukishima and Tadashi Yamaguchi walking beside you. The green and white seemed to glow, mocking him in the worst way imaginable.

Oikawa tried to bring his attention back to the food, but Iwaizumi was focused primarily on you. You were gloating, relishing in his loss, taking delight in the compliments from your house. A Hufflepuff appeared at your side, and you smiled as you thanked them for their congratulations.

He felt sick.

You could not help but drown yourself in the triumph. You walked on air, the feeling of superiority tickling every inch of skin it could touch.

You waved goodbye to a couple of friends, heading directly to the Gryffindor table. You placed your hands on Oikawa and Iwaizumi’s shoulders, leaning to place your head right between theirs.

“I suppose the snake beats the lion.” You sent a wink to Iwaizumi, knowing full well how it would provoke him.

“Fuck off.” Iwaizumi shoved your hand off of his shoulder.

“Go receive your praise at the Slytherin table.” Oikawa shooed, fork in hand. “You won’t find it here.”

“Sore losers.” You mocked just for fun. You stood straight. “I imagine that I would be the same, given it were the other way.”

You basically skipped back to your table for breakfast.

You were absolutely elated for the rest of the day. It was quite similar to being on cloud 9, winning your first game of the year against your rivals. The look on Hajime Iwaizumi’s face only added to the feeling.

You were walking down the hall, talking to a fellow Slytherin girl who had her arm wrapped in yours. She was going on and on about how she wished she could have imprinted Kageyama’s snitch catch to her memory.

That was when your shoulder collided directly into a firm body.

Your arm was ripped away from your classmates, along with your bag that fell onto the hard ground with a loud thud and wisp of parchment and ink. Everything in your bag now scattered the ground, covered in the dark ink and dirt.

Your mood was too high to get too angry. It was an accident; you would bite your tongue and clean up the mess.

Until you realized just who’s shoulder you ran into: Hajime Iwaizumi. Your greatest enemy and now destruction of your contents.

“Watch where you’re going next time, Hajime.” You grunted, kneeling to save some of your parchment before the ink could reach it.

“Perhaps if you had your head out of your ass, you wouldn’t have run into me.” Iwaizumi responded. He had turned to face you midway through your fall.

“As if you didn’t feel this way a week ago.” You told him, standing up. Nearly everything that was in your bag was soaked, including the bag itself. You inhaled deeply. “You did this on purpose, didn’t you?”

“Now, why would I run my shoulder into you on purpose hoping to ruin your mood?” He asked. “You must be very arrogant to think that everything must be about you.”

You clenched your jaw and closed your eyes. “I will not let a piece of shit such as yourself bring my mood down today. Today is a good day.”

You knelt once again to find your essay that you had written for Snape, searching your documents. Only to find it one of the few that were directly under the ink, completely doused in black.

“Actually, fuck you.” You lifted the paper. Ink dripped off and onto the ground. “Do you know how long I worked on this?”

“I don’t know, a couple of minutes?” Iwaizumi shrugged. “You aren’t exactly the best at your schoolwork.”

“You wish you knew me well, but you don’t at all.” You felt anger boil in your chest. “I worked very hard on this essay. Days, even. And you destroyed it in less than five seconds..”

“There’s the Slytherin in you.” He let out a humorless laugh. “You think everything has to be about you, and if it doesn’t than someone is out to get you. Your ego is so fucking enormous that you can’t even muster the idea that maybe something isn’t about you. You didn’t even win, Tobio won the game for you. God, why don’t you go make a friend instead of standing here arguing with me about an accident?”

And then, “You really are a raging bitch, aren’t you?”

The girl that you were talking to had wide eyes, and you were sure that she was ready to fight. A couple of bystanders that were once just listeners started to mumble. And you.... you couldn’t fathom words.

Your feud with him had grown deep, but it had never gone as far as that. In front of a crowd, no less.

It was one thing to make comments, to be bitter and roll your eyes at each other’s presence. It was one thing to bicker, to fight, to joke to friends about the other’s incompetence and purposely pull on each other’s strings.

It was something else completely to call you a bitch in front of everyone in the middle of a hallway after a thread of insults.

You fake smiled, feeling unwanted tears threaten their way to your eyes. You would not allow yourself the angry tears; they would only make you angrier.

“You’re more than just an asshole, Hajime Iwaizumi.” You told him. Because you truly didn’t have any words.

“Calling a woman a bitch is the worst insult. Those are fighting words.” Oikawa’s older sister used to say. “It’s comparable to calling a man a pussy.”

Hajime Iwaizumi didn’t think much while he spoke. He just said the things as they came, especially when he didn’t really care much about what you thought of him.

But, calling you a bitch... that felt as if it were crossing a line that he didn’t have the authority to cross. And the look on your face after he said it was one that he had never witnessed on you.

At practice, his head still held the image of you.

He was confused. Why did he regret calling you a name? It wasn’t as if the two of you don’t argue in front of people all of the time. In fact, it was nearly a common occurrence.

For some ungodly reason, he felt a tug at his chest.

“Maybe you should apologize?” Oikawa suggested.

“Why would I apologize to her?”

“Because I think you went a little bit too far.” He told his best friend as truthfully as possible. “Because as much as I think the rivalry between you two is fun, she’s still just a girl. And because my sister said you should.”

“You wrote your sister?”

“Yeah, of course I did.”

For several days, Hajime Iwaizumi hadn’t seen you. You didn’t eat in the Great Hall, you didn’t come to the classes he had with you, you didn’t go to Hogsmeade like you usually did on weekends.

So, he came to your practice.

He was hoping to apologize. It was something he had never done to you before, and he had practiced it quite a few times. Just a small, “I’m sorry for calling you a bitch in front of everyone.”

Yes. That should be fine and the two of you could go back to the regularly scheduled loathing.

But the second he stepped onto the field, the two beaters stood in front of him.

“I wouldn’t.” Atsumu said, holding his broom. “She’s been in a mood.”

“I know, I’m the reason for that.” Iwaizumi said. “I just want to talk to her. Just a second.”

“I wouldn’t.” Osamu repeated. “Whatever you have to say, it’s gonna have to wait.”

Iwaizumi nodded, looking at the twins. He was going to ask them to tell you that he had been there, ask them to ask you to meet him somewhere or something so he can get the stupid apology off of his chest, when you appeared behind them.

“Get off of my field, Hajime Iwaizumi.” You said. You had been at practice for the past two hours (according to the sign ups), yet your voice was even and you hadn’t even broken a sweat. In fact, your voice spit toxin in his direction.

“I just wanted to...”

You had taken off before he could even say his second word. The twins followed right after.

Tooru Oikawa took a place beside you. It would have been normal, if it were not for your avid avoidance of anyone with a Gryffindor robe on.

“Hello, Tooru.” You said without sparing him a glance.

The thing was, you weren’t angry with him. You didn’t hate Oikawa, you hated his closest friend. And by association, you didn’t want to talk to him just as much. Oikawa had always been the middle ground between the doom and gloom that was the dark haired man you hated.

“I think you should talk to Iwa.” Oikawa said. Plain and simple, to the point.

“I think you should mind your business.” You retorted. “I never talked to him to begin with, what’s different now?”

“Because now is different.” He grabbed his book as the professor walked in. “Now, you won’t even say your smart ass remarks or tell him how fucked up his hair looks. Now is just... boring and sad.”

“So you want me to talk to the guy I hate in order for you to not be bored?” You scoffed and collected your things. “Truly, you are his best friend.”

You left just as the professor started talking, receiving a few stares in the process. It wasn’t as if you weren’t used to that.

You were walking with Tsukishima, laughing at your attempts to get him to smile. Your team had really taken your mind and restored your confidence. You figured, as long as you didn’t see the man you hate then he simply didn’t exist. It was that easy.

Until you accidentally caught his eye across the street.

It had been snowing, so most of the students were in their winter gear and warm clothes. You yourself had a hat and scarf on, gloves to cover your hands despite the hot to-go mug of cocoa in them.

Hogsmeade was quite busy with everyone getting last minute holiday gifts and hurrying to hang out before break. Yet, somehow, your eyes found the brown of Iwaizumi’s.

You turned around, forcing Tsukishima to follow. The younger boy didn’t even have to ask about your change in demeanor, easily falling into pace beside you.

You felt a hand on your wrist, and heard your name being called. “Hey. Can I talk to you? I’ve been trying to apologize...”

You stopped dead in your tracks, as if you were pulled on a leash. As if his bare hand touching your empty gloved one had scolded you. Iwaizumi stood before you, red cheeks from either the cold or from rushing after you. Either way, you wanted nothing to do with it.

He had spun you in his grasp, his jaw tight and eyes searching yours before falling to his hand around yours. His grip on your wrist was tight, and he swallowed as his eyes found yours again.

“I don’t want to talk to you.” You snatched your arm away. “Have you ever considered that? I don’t want to talk to you, I don’t want to see you, and I don’t want to hear your half-ass apology!”

“I have been trying to talk to you.” He said. “I...” His eyes scanned yours. His tongue rolled in his mouth. “You mean to tell me that you don’t want my apologies?”

“You’ve made it very clear what you think of me, so I hope that I can make this very clear for you,” You took a deep breath. “I hate you. I don’t like you, I have never liked you, and I hope that whatever it is that is eating you up inside continues to do so.”

Hajime Iwaizumi’s eye twitched. He started to take a step towards you, but decided against it, falling back into the same step. “I don’t...” His voice was nothing as you had ever heard it. “You...” His eyes clouded with the emotions you were familiar with. “Fine.”

“Fine.”

It was a sudden realization. It was not something you had even considered before, not something planned or reasoned. It was much like a tsunami, a build up of unrelated activity that brought something else entirely.

Emotions were unfortunate things. If you feel extreme emotions for someone, no matter what... they are still very strong feelings.

Hate to love, what a strange concept.

You held the potion below your nose, inhaling the scent.

“What does it smell like?” Snape asked.

“It smells like... bergamot.” You distinguished the varying smells. “Apple. And... lavender?”

You stepped back and hoped no one could see you connecting the dots through your eyes.

Tooru Oikawa was an observant person. He was known to be the person who knew the best for his team, easily finding the perfect techniques for each on the field and as encouragement. He was one for connections and relationships.

Which is why he knew that you were masking feelings of something else with this burning hatred. Which is why he knew why you felt so bad after Iwa called you a terrible name in front of an audience. Which is why he knew who it was when you listed your amortentia scents.

He tried to send you a look from his seat across from you, classes later. He wanted to tell you that he knew; that he knew there was something more to what’s going on, and that something was Iwaizumi.

You just sent him a middle finger, knowing full well what he was getting at.

Your feelings didn’t just suddenly arrive. And you were full of confusion, disorientation, and most of all... anger.

For as long as you could remember, Hajime Iwaizumi was supposed to be your arch enemy. He was your nemesis on a daily basis. He was the reason for your annoyance. He was the reason for your hatred for the colors red and gold. He was the reason you became the quidditch captain. He was the reason for the breath leaving your lungs.

And he was the reason for the breath entering.

You were pissed. You were pissed that you had unrealized feelings for the man you were supposed to hate, have hated for years. You were pissed that your love had been in a game of chess, where the only outcome is to win or forfeit. You were pissed that the entire time you had spent a vast majority of your time hating, loathing, rolling your eyes at... the entire time you had a reserved space for hate, when it should have been quite the opposite.

The luck must have been exclusively for someone else, because it seemed as though whoever created you had decided to have a fun game.

You had punched Hajime Iwaizumi once.

It was something you thought of a lot, and it was the main reason Iwaizumi chose not to test you too closely to that day.

He was rolling his eyes at something Oikawa was saying when you walked by. You were heading to your quidditch practice, the captain not one for latecomers. And he caught sight of you. He quickly jumped from his spot and stopped you from passing.

“Out of the way, Hajime, I have practice.”

“Oh, right, because you’re on the quidditch team now.”

“I am, thank you very much.” It was the beginning of third year, and you were not only annoyed but you were also a Growing Person going through puberty. You did not have time to deal with a teenage boy pissing you off. “You forget that not everyone got on the team their first year of trying out.”

“Because we’re better than the entire Slytherin team.”

“Talk to me when you win a house cup.” You tried to push past him, but he stood directly in front of you in one step. “Move, or be moved.”

“What are you going to do? Punch me?”

So, you did. Your fist collided with his cheek before you could even register that it had happened. Oikawa gasped out loud, it quickly turning into a laugh.

“She punched you!” Oikawa laughed, grasping at his sides. “Ah man!”

While Iwaizumi touched his cheek to check that— ah yes, you really did punch him— you were already walking away to the practice field.

Iwaizumi missed you, if he were being fully and completely honest with himself.

He found himself searching for you in classes or in common areas, prepared for your snide remarks and bitter taunts. He found himself waiting for you to roll your eyes at his presence; looking for you to quip about the next quidditch game.

But when none of it came, he felt out of place.

He actually missed your annoyed banter. He missed you shoving your middle finger in his direction. He missed the redness on your cheeks when you would try to calm yourself down. He missed the silence that would escape you if he entered a room and you were anything other than angry.

He missed catching you smiling at someone and watching your face change. He missed the arguments in class. He missed the little comments during eating.

Confused, he pushed those feelings down as he watched you eat with some Ravenclaws and a Hufflepuff that he had never talked to before.

It had been several weeks of silence from your end. You had thrown yourself back into quidditch before the break, happy to have a distraction from whatever the fuck you were feeling. You weren’t going home for the holidays, so you spent some time planning for the spring and classes.

You found yourself outside, sitting in the snow and writing a make up essay for Snape. You had found a nice spot under a roofed area, so nothing smudged your writing (or, you know, covered it completely).

“Oh.” A voice said from above you.

You looked up to find Iwaizumi, hands in pockets and staring at you as if you had never existed and he was discovering you for the first time.

“I wasn’t expecting to find anyone here.” He said.

“Yeah, obviously neither was I.” You started to put your things away.

“No... no comment?”

“Hm?”

“No... snarky comment? No you look terrible to me?”

You shook your head. Mainly because you didn’t have the energy. You were content, bored, and just overall exhausted. You had exhausted yourself in thinking of every possible outcome to your love for the man in front of you, none of which made any sense.

None of it made any sense.

It was as if one moment, you were standing on ground. And the next, you were swept away by a giant wave that you thought was only an earthquake. You hated love.

“Then, can I finally say what I have been meaning to?”

“No.” You finally got the last of your things into your bag.

“Why?”

“Why what?”

“Why can’t you just hear me out?” He stood in front of you, hoping to stall your leaving. “I’ve been trying to tell you that I shouldn’t have called you a bitch, and I should have...”

“And I don’t want to hear it.”

You started to leave, but he jogged to jump in front of you again. Through the years, he had gained height compared to you. You weren’t necessarily kids anymore, you weren’t at eye level to just punch him in his cheek without reaching for it.

“God, you’re fucking annoying.” You shifted your bag on your shoulders. “You want me to call you a name so it can be even? You want me to tell you that everything is fine and we can go back to our constant fighting? What do you fucking want from me?”

“What do I want from you?” He asked, voice rising to match yours. “What do you want from me? I’ve been trying to get your attention for over a fucking month and you have given me every reason to just stop.”

“Then why don’t you!” You dropped your hands. “Why don’t you just leave me the fuck alone?”

“Why?”

“Why what, Hajime?”

“Why?” Iwaizumi let out a small breath, the grey cloud leaving his lungs. “Why won’t you just let me talk to you for five minutes?”

“Because I don’t want to! Because I don’t want to hear you make up excuses. Because I cannot listen to your voice for too long.”

Before you could stop yourself, before you could recognize your own voice, before any thoughts arrived, you said, “Because for some fucked up god awful reason, I’m in love with you!”

Everything froze all at once. The oxygen left your lungs, the snow stopped falling, and everything became so unbearably silent.

You stared at him, regret drenching you in an instant as if the tides of the ocean had rose and fell in one single motion. You couldn’t breathe, your heart seized in your chest and against your ribs. You couldn’t bring yourself to look into his face, fearing to find yourself lost and never found.

He let out a single breath. And you held yours.

fin.

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