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The sniffles

TITLE: The sniffles CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: ONE SHOT AUTHOR: fanfictrashdump ORIGINAL IMAGINE:

After the Chitauri attack on New York, imagine Loki being sentenced to public service on Earth, specifically in aiding people who got hurt during the attack. His magic has been limited to only be enough to aid keeping Odin’s spell in place so he wouldn’t turn blue. His task is to help people with special needs, to do house chores, help them get around, do their grocery and keep them company while they recover. He is assigned to a girl who ended up blind after one of the Chitauri shot at her.

Imagine that against everything you both thought possible, Loki gets the flu.

RATING: T NOTES/WARNINGS: It’s getting to be chilly season, so the flu is lurking about. Get your flu shots! Be careful! Socially distance! Language, maybe? Mostly fluff. Mentions of illness? (Do people tag that?) Not beta’d or edited, really–probs lots of typos.

SUMMARY: Loki gets sick, though he insists it’s just allergies. Charlie puts on her bossy pants and shows Loki she’s a bamf. Loki is a Nervous Nelly.

Loki had nearly frowned himself into an alternate dimension when it first happened–a simple sneeze. He had been sorting through some paperwork that Stark had asked him to complete, a mindless task meant to keep him occupied under the guise of his rehabilitation. With a shrug, Loki aired out the papers, assuming dust had tickled his nose for the briefest of moments, but thought nothing more of it.

Two years into his exile to Midgard and working under the tech guru, Loki had pretty much worked off his sentence in Tony’s eyes. According to anyone with half a brain, depriving Loki of his magic, the major condition of his exile, was punishment enough for the Prince (Loki would never admit that the act of cleaning a whole kitchen to perfection on his hands and knees was methodical and soothing, but it was one of the many joys of his near mortal existence). Still, it turned out that Stark was a bleeding heart and could recognize the tell-tale signs of a son who never got proper validation from their father (or enough hugs). It could have also been the fact that the former hissing-serpent-of-an-Asgardian all but turned into a golden retriever after he fell in love. Or maybe, just maybe, it was the fact that Stark was deathly afraid of the five-foot-nothing woman Loki now shared an apartment with, and who would most definitely cause him bodily harm for overworking her boyfriend.

All in all, within the constraints of this supposed punishment, everything was wonderful.

Then, Loki sneezed again.

And continued to do so.

But, of course, he wasn’t ill.

Achoo!

Charlie started, letting out a half-strangled shriek that soon turned into a groan as objects clattered on her desk. Her jaw clenched together so tightly, she thought her teeth would crack.

Now, Charlie wasn’t irritated that her dork alien of a boyfriend was sneezing in her presence while she was trying to get work done. No, she was irritated because she had sent him to bed (again, for the sixth time) twenty minutes ago when his fever and chills started to turn him into an unintelligible, hallucinating mess. She thought she had been quite clear in her order for him to get some rest. After all, it had been three days since Loki first sneezed, and though he had brushed it off as a bad case of seasonal allergies, his denial was starting to get ridiculous, not to mention, harmful.

Turns out thousand year old demigods-turned-mortal are no better at following orders than any other man on the planet. In fact, Charlie was pretty sure he was being more of a brat than any other mortal… not that she’d ever tell him.

Pushing away her keyboard, she stood away from the desk, taking a second to orient herself and stare in the general direction she had heard the sneeze come from.

She schooled her facial expression into what she hoped was a no-nonsense expression. “Go. Back. To. Bed.”

Loki grumbled, his voice particularly hoarse and gravelly with an added nasally quality from his blocked passages. “It’s allergies and I have things to do,” he retorted stubbornly, ignoring the fact that his whole world seemed to tilt ever-so-slightly with each step he took.

“Allergies, my ass. Loki Odinson, you have the flu. You belong back in bed. Don’t make me be the bad guy here.”

He let out a half-hearted snort, pretending that he did not at all feel the need to double over and repeat whatever little breakfast he was able to get down his gullet that morning. “I am not sick. I haven’t been sick in four centuries. Your sorry Midgardian microbes cannot infect me.”

“Yeah, when you had your full powers. Now, though–”

“I’m fine-d.”

It was a small, momentary miracle that Charlie wasn’t able to see the way he swayed on a spot, holding his head pathetically against the sudden bout of vertigo that assaulted him. At least he thought she couldn’t. Though Loki could not explain the fact that her hand grasped him by an elbow a moment later with what appeared to be no difficulty. Clearly he was off his game, and he didn’t even bother complaining when Charlie half-dragged him all the way to the sofa and forced him to sit.

He couldn’t help but smile at the brows knitted together in worry or the lower lip being chewed within an inch of its soft, supple life. The extreme gentleness and care she took in smoothing back his hair and pressing the back of her hand to his forehead made his stomach twist in the most pleasant way. This was the best antidote, he supposed, just watching her fuss over his shivering body. Loki certainly wasn’t used to being taken care of in this manner. It felt almost wrong to succumb to the desire of slumping into the pillows and letting her dote on him.

“I love you,” slipped from his lips before he was even aware that his brain had attempted to convey the message.

Charlie beamed in response, cheeks turning warm copper with a blush. Her fingers trailed down the sides of his face to cup his cheeks. “I love you, too, sweets, but if you don’t stay still and rest, I will put on Stark’s suit and make you.”

Loki smirked, twining one of her curls around his finger and letting it bounce back with a gentle tug. “Have I told you how attractive I find you when you get all bossy?”

“Only every single second this week, Lo.”

“Well, I firmly believe in truth-telling, dove,” he added, voice betraying the exhaustion that seeped into his bones. If he didn’t know any better, he would have thought that the gentle circles she drew around his temples were some sort of ancient magic. “I’m late for work,” he protested, making an effort to sit back up. He would admit that they way Charlie shoved him back onto the cushions was a little distracting for two entirely different reasons: one, he was weak enough that Charlie could push him down like it was nothing; and, two… it was sort of… sexy. He would take them both to his grave.

“I called Tony and told him you were sick.”

Loki frowned. “What did he say?”

“He asked FRIDAY to queue up ”Ding dong! The witch is dead“,” she joked, lips tugging up in a smirk. “He said to take the week off. No one needs your Asgardian super bugs rolling around the Tower.” Charlie’s lips pressed against his forehead, followed immediately by a sigh. “You’re burning up again, Loki.”

“Everything hurts,” he conceded in a small voice, feeling like a failure when the concern etched in her features deepened further.

Charlie took in the complaint with a resolute nod.

“OK. I’ll go to the pharmacy down the street for some medicine and some electrolytes. You get some rest.” She patted his cheek and made to stand when Loki’s hand wrapped around her wrist.

“I’ll come with you.” He assured, at once, hoping the edge of nervousness wasn’t obvious in his voice.

“Nice try, super spreader.” Her fingers peeled his, dexterously. “No. Get some rest. I’ll be back in twenty.”

“But–”

“I promise you I will be fine, Loki. It’s nothing I haven’t done before.”

Loki was still reluctant as he watched her cool and confident expression. He shifted awkwardly. He knew that Charlie was entirely capable of any task and she had adapted well to the technology available to her as a non-seeing person, but… Norns, he was just a pathetic mess when it came to her. The thought of anything happening to her… “I know, but–”

“You worry. I understand, but this is important, Loki. You’re important and you’re sick and you need me to go get you medicine.”

He sighed, resting his forehead against her hand for a long moment before finding the courage to speak. “Just… be careful, alright? Maximum alertness, yeah?”

“I promise,” she assured in a whisper, leaning in to kiss his crown. “Please get some rest until I get back.” Her fingers were back to scratching his scalp, combing through his shaggy locks until he could no longer fight against the heaviness of sleep. He uttered half a protest before drifting off, leaving Charlie to cover him up with the spare blanket she kept on the sofa and tucking him in.

Charlie would not say that she was nervous about going out without Loki, but she was certainly not not nervous. She wrapped herself up warm to ward off the autumn chill and triple checked her belongings: keys, phone, card wallet, cane. Her head turned over her shoulder on instinct, as if attempting to spare a glance at Loki sleeping on the couch, before she closed the door behind her.

Loki awoke with a start what felt like an eternity later. His hair was sticking out in all directions and his clothes felt like they were pasted to his body with sweat. He was no longer on the couch, but in bed, and he felt… marginally better. Still, his heart was thumping loudly against his ribcage with a sense of uneasiness.

Charlie.

Where was Charlie?

“Oh, gods, please no.” It was too still. Too quiet. “CHARLIE!?” He called frantically, kicking the covers off of himself, despite the fact that his head disliked his sudden change in momentum. He grit his teeth against the nausea that rose immediately after. He needed to get out of bed and–

“Oh, you’re up!” Charlie chirped happily from the doorway.

His head snapped toward her voice to find her standing with a tray and very carefully balancing a bowl of soup, a sports drink and a bottle of water atop it. The grace with which she was managing to balance the liquids over the wooden serving tray was uncharacteristic–Charlie had never been particularly poised due to her impatience and going blind had not helped matters. After a minute, she placed the tray beside him on the bed and managed to sit down without any major spillage. Loki beamed at the satisfied look on her face and the anxiously flitting and hovering gaze she got when she was particularly excited.

“You’re back,” he breathed softly, fingertips trailing over the hand resting closest to him.

“I was only gone for fifteen minutes.” Charlie giggled. “Do you not remember taking your medicine and coming to bed?”

Loki shook his head before remembering his replies had to be aloud. “Er… no. No, I don’t.”

“You were pretty out of it,” she admitted, not thinking anything of it. “We had a lot of extra veggies, so I made you soup.”

He swallowed at the lump in his throat to no avail as he watched the perfectly cubed pieces of vegetables floating in a golden broth. He could practically feel her efforts radiating off the bowl with every plume of steam that rose enticingly. “You cooked?” His voice caught slightly.

“Yeah. Don’t tell me if it’s no good. It took me forever to chop things, so I might actually cry,” she replied, only half serious.

He picked up the bowl and tentatively sipped at the broth, letting out an involuntary moan when the rich taste flooded his taste buds. “Charlie, it… it’s perfect. It’s delicious.” The satisfied grin she gave in response made the remainder of his pain float away like dandelion fluff. He sipped some more before letting out a contented sigh as his bones warmed. “You are a wonder of wonders, Charlotte Camden.”

Charlie snorted. “I went to the pharmacy and managed not to burn down the apartment. I am middling, at best.”

“Say what you want, but I am proud of you,” he whispered, enjoying the blush on her cheeks as he slurped down the rest of his soup.

He knew she was secretly pleased with the praise, even if she didn’t admit it. Loki was aware that he worried all too much about giving her extra independence with all the what-ifs that popped up in his head. She was always so eager to challenge herself and had proven time and again she was capable of so much more than what she did on a daily basis. Loki was still in her life because she desired it, not because she needed anything from him.

For goodness’ sake, here she was, minding him.

“Thank you for taking care of me, Charlie. I feel restored, already.”

“Finally, he admits illness!” She snickered under her breath while Loki grumbled. “Of course, Loki. It is my distinct pleasure.” She leaned in just enough to prompt Loki to proffer his cheek, skin warm from the flush that could only half be attributed to the warmth of the broth. Her fingers trailed over his scalp, making him shudder from head to toe. “Drink all your fluids and back to bed,” she ordered gently before disappearing back out the bedroom door.

Loki wasn’t used to being taken care of like this but… he could get used to it.

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Hexes and Honeysuckle (Five)

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There was a package sitting on their dining room table and one wide eyed twitchy feline staring at the package when Bucky came in from his walk, and the witch took his time kicking out of his shoes and putting away the gathered herbs before asking, “What’cha got there, Tony?”

“I don’t...know…” The familiar’s eyes dilated to the point of hilarity, every line in the cat’s body tense. “...but...I...want it.”

“You want what’s in the box?” Bucky came over with a knife so he could cut the packaging. “Does it smell good to you or somethin?”

“I...don’t...know.” Tony said again. “But you need to open it now.”

“Move, then.” Bucky shoved Tony’s butt out of the way and opened the box with a swift slice. “Did it come with a tag or anything? Do you know who it’s-- ACK!” the witch yelped when fifteen pounds of hair and focused intent leapt neatly over his shoulder and right into the box. “Damn it, cat! What are you doing?!”

“I want this.” Tony blinked up at Bucky from inside the package, thoroughly ignoring the carefully potted and stabilized plants on either side of him. “This right here. I want it.”

“The plants?” Bucky lifted one of the pots out and peeled back the cover to sniff the leaves. “This smells like mint. Um, this one is basil.” he lifted another one out. “This one is--”

“Achoo!” The box shook with the force of Tony’s sneeze. “Achoo! Achoo! Achoo! Ach-- goddamnit, put it away!”

“--This one is honeysuckle.” Bucky finished, and set it aside. “Really are allergic, huh?”

“Did you think I was--achoo!-- kidding about that?”

“I sort of did.” The witch kept unpacking the plants, knocking away Tony’s tail whenever it got in his way. “So what did you want so bad in here? Catnip?”

“I’m not really a cat, I don’t go cuckoo cuckoo for catnip.” Tony said crossly, squishing down tighter into the box and tucking his paws beneath his body. “I just wanted this. The box.”

“You wanted the box.” Bucky closed his eyes and counted briefly to ten, then reopened them and peered back down at the cat so contentedly loafed in and settled in the empty package. “You wanted the box?”

“Yes.” Tony’s eyes twitched towards mega dilated again when tape rustled on one of the flaps. “And yes, Bucky I’m aware of the irony of insisting I’m not a cat by not wanting catnip and then doing a wildly cat-like thing like getting half feral over a damn box but you know what, I didn’t choose the kitty life, the kitty life chose me and I can’t really pick and choose which parts of it come out in this form.”

“Well.” Bucky fought against a smile. “As long as you’re aware of the irony, Tony. I guess that makes it all okay.”

“Who are the plants from?” Tony stretched his nose up high to sniff curiously at a sprig of basil. “Pepper and Natasha?”

“Uhhh yep.” the witch finally found a note. “From Pepper and Natasha. They say it's depressing that I don't have a garden and that centering ourselves in the Earth Goddess will strengthen the witch-familiar bond. There’s also a warning for you to not eat nothin’ marked with a red dot--” the familiar jerked back from trying to gnaw on a chamomile leaf. “-- because even though you the human might not be allergic, you the cat could get very sick.”

“Noted and noted.” Tony curled back into the box and when Bucky cocked an eyebrow at him, the familiar complained, “What?! Why are you looking at me funny, and so help me Medusa don’t tell me it’s because I’m funny looking.”

“It’s not that.” Bucky immediately denied, but then just immediately countered, “I mean yeah, cos your fur is everywhere this morning, but I mean…” he shrugged. “I tried to give you a box to sleep in and you shrieked at me and stole my pillow.”

“But this is a box I chose.” The familiar explained, as if it made any sense in the world. “This is not my box and if you try to take it, I’ll stab you because this is my box and I don’t like people touching my things.”

“Kay, you stay here in your box.” Bucky jostled the package just to make the cat hiss. “I’m gonna go plant some of these things alright? Come outside if you wanna center yourself in the Earth Goddess or whatever.”

“Cats don’t like dirt.”

“That’s a damn lie and you know it.” Bucky picked up as many of the pots as he could manage with one hand headed for the door. “See you in a bit.”

The witch only made it as far as the front step before he heard a thump and disgruntled growl, what could only be the sound of cat paws stuck in overly sticky tape, and then finally the sound of little feet following him out the door.

“Run into some tape, Tony?”

“You shut your mouth, witch.”

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“So you can just come and go in my dreams now?” Bucky asked when Tony stepped through the glass walls of his dream and crossed to sit by him. “Even though I redid the spell and fixed up the walls? Just gonna intrude like that?”

“You did a good job on the walls.” Tony ignored Bucky's comment about intruding and looked over at the far wall, the one where the Hydra has come through. “Left that mark though, huh?”

“I can’t fix that one.” Bucky followed Tony’s gaze to the melted glass, the rippled scar across the clear surface that was the result of Tony using his magic to save the witch. “But other than the one time, guess I haven’t really tried either. I sorta like it.”

Bucky sent Tony a sideways look and clarified, “It’s sorta nice. Reminds me I’m not all the way alone.”

“Right.” Tony settled in next to the witch, close enough that their shoulders brushed. “Got marks in your real life house from my bullshit, makes sense you’d want them here too. That way both your realities match.”

“Match?” Bucky echoes. “Marred by familiar shenanigans?”

“Whatever you want to call them, Bucky bear.”

They were quiet a moment, content to sit next to each other and stare around the glass enclosure but Tony was never one to stay quiet long so he asked, “Why don’t you have two arms in your dreams?”

“How come you aren’t a cat in your dreams.” Bucky countered.

“Cos human is my reality.” Tony gestured down at his body. “Two legs, non kitty ears, amazing hair. This is who I am.”

Bucky just shrugged and held up his one hand. “Well it’s the same for me. Been so long without another hand guess I don’t remember what it’s like to have both. Can’t even imagine it anymore.”

“Huh.” Tony thought back to their day spent in the garden, the way Bucky had struggled to set the pits with only one hand and how the next few hours of watering and general weeding had left the witch sweating and sore from so much activity on the one side. “Well, would you like two arms in your dreams?”

Bucky looked away and didn’t answer, his right first clenching tight, and Tony let the topic drop.

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The gift of honeysuckle from Pepper and Natasha grew from one lovely little plant to more than a dozen sprouts over the weekend, and then two dozen within the next few days. The leaves unfurled deep green and healthy, the blooms fragrant and vibrant and Tony spent every waking moment sneezing his little head off, cursing the flowers, the witches, his familiar form, and Bucky for laughing at him.

“C’mere c’mere.” the witch bent to scoop Tony up, then grimaced when he got a sneeze on the cheek for his efforts. “I got something for you, take a drink.”

“I’m not drinking any of your potions.” the familiar sniffed and butted his head under Bucky’s chin miserably. “I know you’re still looking for a way to get back at me for the blueberry ink issue, so I’m definitely not drinking what that neon pink mess is.”

“It’s Benadryll, you dramatic ball a’fur.” Bucky offered Tony the little cup again. “You know, people medicine? Not potions and magic but actual antihistamines. It will make sure you don’t sneeze yourself into a heart attack.”

“Oh.” Tony sniffed the pink liquid, then sniffed it again. “Safe for cats?”

“Not that you’re actually a cat.” Bucky said dryly. “But yeah, when I picked it up in town I made sure to ask Doc Banner if it’s safe for you in cat form.”

“Kay.” Tony lapped at the pink medicine, grimaced at the taste, then went right back to lapping at it. “We don’t gotta get rid of the honeysuckle though. I think it’s helping your dreams, isn’t it?”

“Dunno if it’s helping the dreams, but I haven’t had another nightmare or nothin’ yet.” Bucky wiped some pink off of Tony’s furry chin. “Maybe we can move the planter boxes out to the edge of the clearing so you aren’t breathing it in all the time.”

“Ah yes, the mark of a truly good person, making sure my lungs don’t collapse.” The cat mrrrowp!ed when he was deposited back into his current favorite box. “I do so appreciate you making minute adjustments so I don’t sneeze my brains out through my nose.”

“Yeah, it’d be a damn shame to get brain matter on this nice new box.” Bucky scritched at Tony’s ears and went to find them a snack. “Do we have any more brownies left or did you eat them all?”

“You’ll be glad I ate them all when it comes time for me to be human again.” Only Tony’s ears were visible over the top of his box. “Every calorie goes right to my butt so--”

“--OH MY GOD, STOP TALKING ABOUT YOUR BUTT! I’VE WATCHED YOU LICK IT BEFORE!”

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“Where’s your secret escape hatch?” Tony asked, finding his usual spot right up next to Bucky and throwing his leg over the witch’s knee. “Did you put one in?”

“If I told you, it wouldn’t be a secret escape hatch, would it?” Bucky picked up Tony’s foot and pushed it off his leg. “Would you stop that? It’s not fun when you’re a cat, it’s just weird when you’re human.”

“Can you feel it?” Tony looked positively delighted, dark eyes sparkling in amusement. “My weight, I mean. I think the first few times I dream walked in here I couldn’t hardly talk or feel anything. Do I feel real to you?”

“Real enough to punch in th’kidneys if you don’t keep your damn feet off me!” Bucky pushed the familiar away yet again when Tony tried to glom onto him. “Damn it, if you wanna cuddle do it like a real person and not like a cat!”

“Okay then.” In an instant Tony was on Bucky’s lap, straddling his legs and pushing in close and the witch sucked in an unsteady breath when his arms were suddenly full of startlingly beautiful Tony, real and solid and close enough for Bucky to scent the lightest bit of mint and honeysuckle mixed in the thick hair. “There, how’s that?”

“You are way too close right now.” Bucky gulped, and then gulped again, fingers flexing uncertainly at his side as he wondered where to hold Tony-- and then wondered when it would start being weird that he wanted to grab his cat-familiar-turned-dream-walking-witch’s butt. “What-- what are you doing?”

“Pretty sure I’ve been closer than this when I creep on you at night after you try to feed me peas.” Tony teased and inched closer until their noses touched. “What, you never have frisky dreams, Bucky bear? I refuse to believe that. Young witches are always ridiculously randy.”

“I don’t--” Bucky swallowed hard. “I don’t know who Randy is.”

Tony laughed so hard he fell right off to the side and if Bucky hadn’t been so busy gaping at the witch and loving that Tony’s laugh was the same in either form, he would have had time to wonder why he suddenly missed the weight of Tony across his thighs.

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“Don’t stare at me when I change, please.” Bucky said the next day, but the cat sitting on the foot of the bed didn’t so much as blink. “Tony. Seriously, don’t look at me naked.”

“Yesterday you had no issue dropping trou in front of me.” Tony pointed out, baring his teeth and flexing his little claws into the quilt. “What’s the problem today?”

“Yesterday you didn’t get all human-y on me and sit on my lap.” the witch yanked a t shirt over his head, then clutched at the towel around his waist uncertainty. “Dunno. Just real aware that you’re actually human all the sudden.”

“I’ve always been human, Bucky bear.” Tony finally sighed, rolled his eyes and turned around so Bucky could get into pants without feeling ogled. “But sure, now that my dream form has gotten pretty damn corporeal, I can see how it’d be weird.”

“It’s not weird that you’re corporeal.” Bucky countered, and tweaked at the cat’s tail so Tony knew he could turn around. “What’s weird is that you got on my lap and got…” he flailed around a little bit. “...flirty.”

“Have you never spent any time with a familiar?” Tony jumped down and followed the witch to the kitchen. “Witches are more in tune to everything mortal’s feel, then you take all that and compress it down into a familiar form? We are basically oozing drama and horniness. Honestly, I’m surprised it’s taken this long for me to make a pass at you.”

“Oh is that what that was last night?” A saucer full of sweet cream appeared in front of Tony and Bucky smiled reluctantly when the cat attacked it with gusto. “You always just plop down on people’s lap when you’re trying to flirt?”

“Eh, it usually gets the point across.” Tony made quiet num num num noises as he cleaned the dish empty. “There’s only one of two messages someone’s trying to send when they sit on your lap. Both of them start with ‘I need attention’ but only one ends with ‘and also cat food’.”

He blinked electric blue eyes up at the witch and goaded, “Ask me what the second one ends with.”

“Th’fuck I will.” Bucky poured himself a bowl of cereal. “Hey, why are your eyes blue when you’re a cat but dark brown in my dreams?”

“My magic is blue.” Tony nudged the empty bowl closer to Bucky’s hand. “In this form it’s compressed so much that it shines out through my eyes. In human form it’s spread out so I only get blue when it's surging.”

“Like when you saved me?” Bucky wanted to know, and Tony nodded. “Well I-- I like the blue. It’s pretty.”

“Your blue eyes are pretty too.” the familiar nudged at the bowl again. “Now give me more cream or I’ll bite you.”

“You know, I think you’re more charming in human form?”

“Nah, I’m equally a bastard in all forms.”

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Tony really was gorgeous in human form, all long limbs and graceful movement and sometimes Bucky let himself wonder if Tony had always moved so beautifully or if it was the influence of his familiar form. Dark eyes shone blue when Tony laughed, a smile made Bucky’s heart flop when it didn’t come complete with fangs and cat-itude and the more often Tony showed up in his dreams, the less Bucky’s dreams felt like a cage.

Now there was honeysuckle growing in the corner of the glass box, what felt like sunshine casting a soft glow over where they sat together, the faintest strains of music that Tony felt like he remembered from the old fashioned fairies the humans loved so much.

Instead of sitting in a white box staring at the wall where the Hydra had crashed through, Bucky sat shifted so he was looking at Tony instead, and some nights they talked, some nights they laughed, some nights they sat there in silence with Tony’s leg thrown over Bucky’s because he might insist he wasn’t a cat, but he sure still needed snuggles.

Some nights Bucky gave in to the urge to cuddle up close too, gave in to the bone deep loneliness that had been his constant companion for seventy years. Witches weren’t meant to be solitary creatures just like familiars weren’t meant to survive alone and while Bucky was lonely, Tony was damn near touch starved, curling close and practically purring when the witch put a hesitant hand low on his back and rubbed slow circles.

“Can I--?” Bucky would ask sometimes and other times he’d just reach for Tony because he needed.

“Can I--?” Tony wanted to know one night and Bucky held his breath, shuddered when the familiar called his magic and wove together a new arm for him, bright silver plates and burnished copper fastens. The witch could feel the nerve endings come back alive, could close his fingers and make a fist, could place the new hand at Tony’s shoulder and then up into Tony’s hair and feel the silky strands against his palm.

“Thank you.” Bucky looked like he could break down, tears bright in his eyes. “Tony thank you-- this is-- I can’t believe--”

-- the dream shattered right then, Bucky’s emotions propelling him right out of sleep and into waking and the witch gave a quiet, broken sounding wail when he still only had the one hand.

“It’s okay.” Tony curled close over Bucky’s left shoulder, tucked his nose into the witch’s cheek and crooned comfortingly. “When I finally get out of this mess and back to my usually gorgeous witchy self I’ll use my magic to build you a new arm.”

“...really?”

“I told you my magic is linked to iron.” The cat shrugged. “Steel, electricity, anything metallic in nature. I’ll fix it, Bucky. Not-- not you cos you--” Tony hesitated, then just pushed in tighter and mumbled, “--You aren’t broken, Bucky. You don’t need fixed. But I can give you both your hands back. Glamour it so people just see skin and not the metal if you want. After I’m human--”

“After you’re human I’m going to kick you out of bed for talking too much.” Bucky changed the subject before he did something embarrassing like beg, and rolled over onto his side, bringing the cat with him. “Go the hell to sleep, I’m tired.”

“You were just sleeping!”

“It’s not super restful sleep when I’ve got a familiar chatting me up and groping at me during my dreams!”

“...yeah, that’s fair.”

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“Love of my life.” Pepper bent down from her near towering height to lay a sweet kiss on Natasha’s lips, lifting the other witch up from the floor with nothing more than a single finger beneath Natasha’s chin. “I have news.”

“You could ask me to stand so it’s easier to kiss me, you know.” Natasha wrinkled her nose up at her wife. “You’re only eight inches taller than me, there’s no need to levitate me off the ground for a proper smooch.”

“But you know, I do so enjoy the way the weightlessness makes you perkier than usual.” Pepper teased, cupping her loves more than generous assets in both hands. “If only it did the same for me.”

“You are as effortlessly slim and beautiful as a willow sapling.” Natasha praised immediately. “Svelt and sylphlike and a thousand other adjectives I will find in the research texts and quote to you over tea and scones.”

Pepper chuckled and kissed Natasha one more time. “I see your reading of poetry is coming along nicely?”

“I am trying to be more romantic, yes. But over half a millennia of life creates difficult to break habits, darling.” Tasha shrugged. “What is your news?”

“The news is that there is no news.” Pepper held out her hands to show them devoid of any mail. “We have not received letters from neither Tony nor Bucky for almost two weeks. These two haven’t submitted a grievance or complaint for two weeks.”

Natasha’s smile was almost too big for her face, her full lips stretching wide as she exclaimed, “I knew they’d work out together!”

“It would seem you were correct.” Pepper looked positively overjoyed at the news too. “Was it our honeysuckle, do you think? Tony sneezing and being too adorable for Bucky to resist?”

“More than likely Tony has finally let someone in past his barriers and he is remembering how to be the insufferable snarky but achingly sweet person we used to know.” Natasha countered. “But yes my love, I’m sure the honeysuckle helped.”

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Tony was screaming, pounding against the glass walls that he suddenly couldn’t get through, shouting for Bucky to see him, to hear him, to let him in, please please let him in.

The Hydra was bigger this time, forcing its way through the mangled, melted glass scar and shattering it beneath its tentacles and teeth. It was bigger this time, hideous and horrifying and Tony thought he could smell it through Bucky’s cage, thought he could feel the hot blast of breath from the gaping, jagged maw.

And he kept screaming for Bucky to let him in, but the witch was trapped again, trapped and terrified and curled up against the back wall hiding his face and huddled into his good arm and Tony couldn’t get to him in time.

‘Escape hatch’ Tony thought and banged on the glass some more. “Bucky! Escape hatch, babe! Where’s your escape hatch! You never told me so I can’t-- I can’t save you.”

“Shit.” Tony hit his knees in an awful moment of realization. “Bucky, I can’t save you. You never told me where your escape hatch is, you just kept laughing every time I sneezed at the honeysuckle and…”

He stopped, swiveled towards the corner of Bucky’s room where the honeysuckle grew tall and climbed the glass walls towards to the ceiling.

“Honeysuckle.” he breathed. “By the wizards, did you really…?”

The flowers grew on either side of the wall at the far corner, magnified through the glass on one side and beautifully fragrant on the other when Tony shoved his hands into the tangle and felt for a hatch, for a handle, for any sort of dip in the glass that would give him a way inside.

But then he was inside, coughing out pollen and trying not to sneeze. The honeysuckle hadn’t been covering the door, it had been the door, a ward to keep away evil spirits and apparently to keep Tony sneezing because the moment he let an achoo! slip out, Bucky’s head jerked up and his mouth opened in a wordless plea for help.

“I’ve got you.” Tony’s eyes lit blue, his palms lit brighter as he tried to force the Hydra back and out of the dream. “Bucky, I’ve got you but you gotta help! You gotta help me save you!”

“Tony, I can’t.” Tears were streaming down the witch’s face, Bucky’s breath catching on a sob. “I can’t. Seventy years and I’ve never been strong enough to do this, I need you--”

“And you’ve got me.” Tony crouched down in front of Bucky, blasted the Hydra with a bright enough pulse to make the thing writhe and shriek. “You’ve got me, but you can escape here, I know you can. You can do it.”

“Tony--”

“You planted honeysuckle.” Tony plucked a bloom out of his hair and held it up for Bucky to see. “You figured out a way to help yourself escape.”

“If I run away it’ll just find me again!”

“Running away isn’t the same as escaping!” Tony shouted and Bucky’s eyes opened wide. “Sometimes we have to escape to save ourselves. You were strong enough to build an escape hatch in this place, you are strong enough to use it!”

The Hydra was breathing at them, roaring at them, vile and poison spitting from its tongue and teeth and Bucky flinched when the cage filled with noxious gas.

“Tony, I’m scared!”

“Hey hey hey.” Tony grabbed both of Bucky’s hands, easing up on his magic so he could focus on his witch. “Bucky, I’m-- I’m scared too, okay?”

Bucky opened his mouth to argue and Tony hurried to interrupt, “No no listen. I’m scared, Bucky. I’m scared of that thing and the way it haunts you and I’m scared that you wall yourself off every night in your dreams and I’m scared that you made an escape hatch and it took me a really long time to find it and more than that I’m scared that I’m going to lose you tonight and I can’t--”

Honesty, shocking Tony to his core and he swallowed hard. “--I can’t handle that. So I need you to get up and come with me to the honeysuckle and out of here once and for all. We’ll just be done with it. Walk outta here and I’ll seal it up tight so the Hydra can’t ever get out and you and me will be just fine.”

“Tony?!”

“I’m real scared right now too.” Tony whispered. “But I trust you, and I know you’ve got it, and you and me are gonna be just fine. Let’s just go. Come with me right now and let’s just go.”

“No no no we won’t have time to get around the monster!” Bucky was edging towards hysterical. “Nobody ever has time to escape the Hydra! No one has ever escaped--!”

“You did.” Tony’s dark eyes lit brilliant, electric blue, anxiety bubbling over as the monster lurched closer. “You escaped, Bucky. You escaped and you survived the monster. You did. You can do it again.”

“I escaped hurt!”

“But not broken.” Tony pushed their foreheads together and pushed some of his own calm deep into Bucky’s soul. “Not broken, Bucky. So come on. Let’s just go. You and me, right now.”

“Okay.” Bucky whispered and the familiar nodded quickly. “Okay, let’s go. You with me?”

“Right here.”

Tony held tight to Bucky’s right hand as they ran for the corner full of honeysuckle, ducking and dodging the flailing monster, and shielding Bucky’s body with his own as they finally pushed through the plants and out the other side into--

--”Freedom.” Tony gasped in clean air when he was awake, back in Bucky’s bed and free of the stench of the Hydra. “Bucky we made it! We made it out, we’re okay, we’re okay. We made it.”

“Need a minute.” Bucky rolled off the bed and ran stumbling for the bathroom to vomit, losing his stomach several times in the toilet bowl as the lingering fear from the nightmare twisted his gut.

“Yeah, I’ll give you a minute.” Tony sat up in bed and ran his hands through his hair gingerly. “And then um-- definitely alcohol. Definitely lots of alcohol and holy crap am I freezing, why am I freezing right now and also--”

He stopped, realizing first that Bucky had come back to the room and was staring at him wide eyed and slack jawed, and then realizing second--

“Holy shit.” Tony stared down at human hands, at his human body, and then looked back up at the witch.

“Holy shit, we broke the hex.”

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full-hd-sun · 3 years

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Get to know me

tagged by : @yutahoes bub^_^ thank you<З.

tagging : @cosmiclatte28 @hijirikaww @yungisstar1117 @teailtime @neoculturedtrash You can skip this if you want. :D

what day is your birthday?

26th of June

what’s your favorite color?

neon green and yellow and black(i can’t choose between them)

what’s your lucky number?

do you have any pets?

i have little hammie Senior FullStack^_^

how tall are you?

something near 187 and 190 cm

how many pairs of shoes do you own?

7 pairs😅

favorite song?

I have two: Swimming Pool by Taeyong, and Another Life by Motionless in White

favorite movie?

Haul Moving Castle and all Marvel films till 2021

what would be your ideal partner?

understandable, huggable and supportive

do you want children?

i want, but not now. when i get stable work and payment and have a flat or house, maybe then. and stop being so childish as i am^_^

have you gotten in trouble with the law?

not yet, but as Three Days Grace sang “it’s never too late, it’s never too laaaaaate~”😅

what color socks are you wearing?

lm not wearing any socks now:з

bath or shower?

shower, because if i take a bath i’ll spend all day there:D

favorite type of music?

hard metal and kpop

how many pillows do you sleep with?

position do you sleep in?

hugging two pillows^_^

what you don’t like when you’re sleeping?

sharp sounds and noises

what do you have for breakfast?

i drink coffee

have you ever tried archery?

no, but like to try

favorite fruit?

🍑👀

favorite swear word?

i don’t swear on English, only on Ukrainian, haha:D

do you have any scars?

yup, and most of them from childhood~

are you a good liar?

yup, I am masterfully doing a kind of work and if I can't find a response to the place of error in the code, I exquisitely prove that I can't find a breakdown🤡

what’s your personality type?

ISFP-T

what’s your favorite type of girl?

open-minded and who loves gachi memes:D

innie or outie?

i think it depends from- WAIT WHAT??

left or right handed?

right handed

favorite food?

lasagna and i think Ukrainian food

are you clean or messy?

messy.

favorite foreign food?

sushi

how long does it take for you to get ready?

30 minutes or even less

most used phrase?

“Bless me achoo~” “Dungeon”(please, don’t ask. its just my workmates busines:D) “it is a long ass riiiide”

are you a good singer?

no.

do you sing to yourself?

no:c

biggest fear?

bring people close to me and never live together with a boyfriend:c

do you like long or short hair?

long^_^

you’re into gossips?

no, but sometimes like to spill the tea:з

extrovert or introvert?

strong introvert, only extrovert with close people

favorite school subject?

i had few in university. it was Security Projects, Penetration Testing and the one i forgot:c

what makes you nervous?

talking to people

who was your first real crush?

first real crash that i remember was a boy from 11th class when i was in the 3rd. we were on the feast of the first bell. he was really cute and i even remember that i fell before him and he pick me up, shook off the rubbish from my knees and pinched my cheek^_^

how many piercings do you have?

both ears and want to have more on ears and tongue~

how fast can you run?

veeeeeeeeeeeeery slowly

what color is your hair?

blonde-wheat color

what color are your eyes?

green and blue~

what makes you angry?

liars

do you like your own name?

seriously - no:c

do you want a boy or girl as a child?

i want both^_^

what are your weaknesses?

unconfident and a lot of panic

what are your strengths?

i think im a good listener and supporter

what’s the color of your bedspread?

white with pink hearts~

color of your room?

green(closer to mint)

#tag game #tag #full-hd-sun

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mozambique-and-a-dream · 4 years

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Apex Legends (Video Games) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Bloodhound/Mirage | Elliott Witt, Bloodhound & Mirage | Elliott Witt Characters: Mirage | Elliott Witt, Bloodhound (Apex Legends) Additional Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Sick Character, Fluff, Apex Games Summary:

Mirage probably should have taken a sick day. Now, in the arena with Bloodhound as his teammate, he is trying his best to keep up with the lucrative hunter.

A commission I did for @goldenboimirage !! I hope you enjoy!

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“Achoo!” a loud sneeze rocked the dropship. “D-does anyone have any tissues?” Mirage asked through sniffles, practically stumbling out of his room. There came no reply, the rest of the legends were getting ready to drop, the teams about to be announced.

Today’s game was a duos match, something Bloodhound was grateful for, games with only one partner made communicating much easier. They looked up to see their name and photo placed beside Mirage, who was making his way over, now rubbing his nose across the sleeve of his holo-suit.

“Hey, pal!” he exclaimed, trying his best to sound like he was excited. “W-where, do you want to land?” his voice cracked as he spoke, giving away how congested he was.

“Are you alright, Felagi?” Bloodhound asked, looking the man up and down.

“Oh, me? Never better - achoo!” Mirage sneezed again, this time into his elbow. When he looked up, he saw Bloodhound handing over a cloth handkerchief. “T-thanks,” he muttered, promptly blowing his nose into it, resulting in a few odd looks from the rest of the legends in the ship as they waited to drop. Once done, Mirage extended it back.

“Keep it,” Bloodhound said, nose crinkled under their mask. Mirage nodded,

“Right. Yeah.” He shoved the cloth into one of his pockets and looked back to Bloodhound. “Allergies, am I right?” Bloodhound thought about asking him about his health again, but the look on his face told them that he didn’t want to discuss the topic further.

“Let’s land here,” they changed the topic, pinging Swamps on their minimap. It was far enough away from the dropship that they figured they would have more luck avoiding other players, something Bloodhound thought Mirage would appreciate given his ‘allergies.’

Mirage agreed to the landing spot, and the two of them took off. They both landed on the far end of the location but split up to cover different areas to loot. It didn’t look as if any team had landed with them, meaning they were free to loot with minimal worry.

Through the coms, Bloodhound could hear Mirage’s constant sniffling, clearing of his throat, and the occasional sneeze, and on top of that, none of his usual quips. No jokes, no banter, no anything. It was quiet.

“So, felagi,” Bloodhound started, finding the silence from the other unusual. “What are you allergic to?”

“Huh?” Mirage seemed surprised by the question, having already forgotten the excuse he had given back in the dropship. “Oh! I, uh, you know… Pollen?” Bloodhound raised their eyebrows under their helmet, about to say something more when there was a loud groan in the coms. “Stupid swamp.” They heard Mirage mutter under his breath. Done looting, Bloodhound poked their outside, looking for their teammate, only to find him face down in the swamp water.

“Everything okay, Felagi?” they asked. Had Mirage have been in a better mood, Bloodhound most likely would have laughed at him, only now, they were starting to get concerned. They jogged over to him and offered him a hand, helping him stand up.

“T-thanks.” Sniffle. “I, uh, didn’t see the branch…” With another sniffle, Mirage trailed off, looking down at himself and his now soaked holo-suit. Bloodhound tilted their head. “I’m okay!” he said, forcing a smile. “Just… mushy.”

“I suggest we take the jump tower to head to the ring,” Bloodhound said, changing the topic.

“Achoo!”

“If you are up for it,” they added, handing over a second handkerchief.

“Me?” Mirage gestured to himself. “Oh, I’m fine!” As he let his arms fall to his side, the wet clothes made a distinctive splat that caused him to grimace.

“Okay…” they said, realizing how embarrassed the man must have felt. “Let’s go then.” The two made their way over to the jump tower, Mirage trailing behind Bloodhound the entire time. Each step he took, the water still in Mirage’s boots splashed around further, the squishiness of his socks sending waves of nausea through his body. At the jump tower, he paused to look at Bloodhound and then glanced up at the height of the thing.

“After you,” he offered, putting his hands on his knees, hoping to catch his breath, only the smell of the swamp was really not helping with anything. Bloodhound hopped onto the zipline going straight up, and he followed suit, saying a silent prayer that he wouldn’t throw up while in the air.

What Mirage didn’t think of before he agreed to the jump tower was the fact that he was going to be flying against the wind, making his wet holo-suit even colder. He landed behind Bloodhound, feeling jealous of the giant fur coat they were wearing. After landing, they had taken off towards The Cage, heading up the small hill that leads it, leaving him behind.

Mirage could feel his body shaking, even though he could feel a line of sweat on the back of his neck. When he tried to take a step after landing on the ground, it sent another wave of nausea through him. The world began to spin, and all of a sudden, he found himself face-first on the ground again.

“Felagi?” Bloodhound called, having heard him topple over. They quickly rushed back over to him, kneeling down beside him.

“S-sorry,” Mirage sputtered, feeling bad that he kept slowing them down. “I-I’m fine, you k-keep going, I c-can catch up.” As he said this, around the corner by Hydro Dam, a gunfight had broken out. Bloodhound looked back down at Mirage, even if he had been telling the truth about being healthy, he looked as if he was already dead. They looked back and forth between Mirage and the two teams fighting near them. Mirage was in no condition for a fight, in no condition to be doing anything, really.

“I’m going to pick you up,” they finally said.

“What? Hey-!” Mirage started, but Bloodhound cut him off but scooping him up into their arms. For a brief second, he attempted to struggle to free himself from their grasp and prove that he was just fine.

“Relax,” Bloodhound said. “I won’t let anything happen to you.” Mirage sighed but stopped squirming.

“I’m sorry,” he said quietly. So quiet that Bloodhound hardly heard him over the sound of their footsteps.

“For what?”

“For,” Mirage made a feeble gesture to himself. “I-”

“It is not a problem,” Bloodhound interrupted. The duo was getting closer to Cage, which they could tell had already been looted, but after a quick scan, revealed to be empty. As they carried the other, Bloodhound could feel Mirage’s shaking body in their arms. They decided to go up to the top of Cage, where they gently set Mirage on the ground before taking their coat off. “Here,” they said, tone gentle as they wrapped it around him.

“T-thank you,” Mirage whispered through chattering teeth. Bloodhound simply nodded and continued adjusting their jacket so that Mirage was completely covered up. As they did so, they noticed a line of sweat around his forehead. Bloodhound slipped off one of their red gloves and pressed the back of their hand to his head.

“Oh, Elliott…” they said quietly. “You’re burning up.”

“T-there’s a reason they call me best looking in a-a achoo!” Under their mask, Bloodhound smiled softly, admiring how the man still had his wit. They took out their third and final handkerchief and began to pat it around the sides of Mirage’s head, soaking up the sweat and the remaining swamp water. Above them, the announcer declared that half of the teams had been eliminated. The gunfire from Hydro Dam had long ended, and Bloodhound was sure that the next ring would push the surviving team towards them.

“We should be in the next few rings,” Bloodhound finally said. “You should close our eyes, felagi, save your strength.”

“But-”

“I can keep watch.” Mirage nodded a few times, wanting to argue, reassure them he was just fine and ready for the fight of his life. But there was something about having their beautiful, warm coat over his shoulders. How it smelt of burnt wood, pine trees, and, well, them. He burrowed his face a little further into the fuzziness of the jacket and closed his eyes, knowing he was safe.

Before he fell asleep, Mirage glanced back up at Bloodhound, noticing how the sun reflected off their goggles, wondering what they were thinking. He felt guilty. He knew that had he been in better condition, the two would have pushed the teams they heard fighting. Bloodhound would already be kill leader, and he would have spent the match dazzling them with his decoys and his charm. What he wouldn’t give to be able to be fighting by their side. To hear the small laugh, they would have whenever he would make a silly joke, wishing he could see the beautiful smile they had behind the mask.

Instead, they had to see him like this. Sick and pathetic.

“You are not pathetic, felagi.” Shit. Did he say that last part out loud? “There is no shame in falling ill. Nor, taking care of yourself.” Bloodhound’s voice was as gentle as ever. They always were. “Please, try to get some rest,” they repeated. Mirage nodded again, no longer trying to fight the sleep that called for him. He played over what they had said in his mind, the smoothness of their voice finally lulling him to slumber.

For a brief moment, Bloodhound was unable to tear their eyes away from him. The way the sun shone perfectly on him, lighting up his face, the way he would sniffle while in his sleep, and especially at the way he looked having their coat wrapped around him.

“Oh, Allfather…” they mumbled to themselves, the feelings in their chest bubbling up. The feelings that had been there ever since they were first put on a team together. At the time, they blamed the emotions on adrenaline, that it was the gunshot wound in their side, making them feel light-headed as he had so gently wrapped bandages around him. They grinned at the memories of all of the comments he would make to them. They could tell through those that he was hard on himself, and Bloodhound wished that they could convince him to see himself with beauty and admiration, the way they did. These were things they wished they could say to him, but whenever they tried, they always found themselves at a loss for words.

Bloodhound’s thoughts were interrupted as the other sneezed once again, briefly startling himself awake before quickly falling back asleep. This made them smile again. Maybe they couldn’t say any of these things to him today, at this moment. But, they could keep him safe for the time being.

Bloodhound would take down every person in the arena if they had to. All because of Elliott Witt.

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kim-chann · 4 years

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“Cats” [Ichimatsu X Allergic!Reader]

I wrote this is March but then I finally finished this in June lol. Anyways, this was from Wattpad once again, I hope you like it! 💕

God fucking damn it. I hate this so much. Don't you just love it when a friend that you've known for a while agrees to hang out with you, but you feel nervous for no god damn reason?

Like, come on.

You're only friends.

Friends do that right?

Like...

...Like, hang out?

Then why the fuck are you so nervous?

Questions and thoughts cloud your mind as you sit down at the bench of the park. The sun radiates your being, you literally feel your scalp burning. You occasionally pat your head to feel your hair on fire and ruffle it as an attempt to reduce the heat. How long were you going to wait for this man?

Ichimatsu Matsuno. The mysterious man that is secretly a normie to society. He's just too shy to express it. You found it discreetly adorable though. Being a high school friend to the Matsuno brothers made you feel like you were blessed to be the sextuplets' friends. Compared to high school and their adult years-- what the fuck happened?

It made you question what kind of curse--yet blessing came on their personalities. You were just proud that they found themselves instead of being the same person. That'd be weird as shit.

You stood up and looked around. A sigh left your mouth as you pulled out your phone.

16:43 (4:43 P.M.)

'I swear to Akatsuka-sensei, where is Ichimatsu?' You thought, glaring at your phone. "Ah. (Y/N)..." A voice calls out. You tilt your head towards the direction of the voice. There stood Ichimatsu with one of his hands tugged into his purple jersey and one carrying a grocery bag. You loved that jersey, it really fit Ichimatsu.

He pulls his face mask under his chin, "Gomen. I was at a convenience store to buy food for the cats."

You smiled, "No, no. It's fine!" You reassured, shaking your head to reassure him. You knew Ichimatsu too well that he gets upset very quickly if it's at his fault. Especially if he offends or hurts someone that wasn't intentional. He was the definition of baby.

Ichimatsu just hummed in response as you both stare at each other. An awkward aura surrounds both of you.

Fuck.

"So do you want to--" "So you want to--"

"Ah." You both stare at each other, a crimson shade dusted both of your cheeks. Both of you muttered a shy sorry.

"You go first." You insist.

"Eh? No, whatever your gonna say is better than trash like me. Please proceed."

You playfully glared at him, "God. I hate it when you say that. Stop it. Go first."

Ichimatsu just slouches even more, gripping a bit tighter on the grocery bag he was holding.

"I was just wondering if you want to go feed the cats in the alleyway before we go somewhere..." He brushes his index finger against his cheek with a faint blush on his face.

"Oh, sure! I'd love too!" You say enthusiastically. Ichimatsu just nods before he begins to walk down the street. You follow right behind him, hands feeling a bit uncomfortable at your sides. You feel your cheeks hot and red from your anxiety and embarrassment you emended with Ichimatsu.

Sure, you've hung out with the Matsuno brothers before, but you're barely alone with Ichimatsu alone. Just the two of you? The thought just increases the blush on your face.

"...Are you okay?" Ichimatsu suddenly asks. You turn to him, hands concluding to rest in your pockets. "You're fidgety and red."

You wanted to murder yourself for making yourself very obvious. "Yeah, I'm okay. Sorry..."

"We're here." He stops walking and turns towards an alleyway before you walk in. You tailgate behind him before he crouches down and pulls out dried sardines from the grocery bag.

Cats begin to come out of their hiding spot and meows welcomely towards Ichimatsu. You hear him give a lovingly chuckle before he hand-feeds a few cats.

Oh fuck. Oh god.

They're so cute. The cats and Ichimatsu.

But... you forgot about your allergies.

You gulp and pray to Akatsuka-sensi that your allergies don't get triggered immediately.

Ichimatsu turns towards you and ushers you to come closer.

You feel beads of sweat trickle down your forehead before hesitantly walk toward. You walk closer but halt when you're right behind Ichimatsu and crouch.

He tilts his head before giving you his significant grin. "Are you scared? Don't be... here." He reaches for your hand and guides it towards the closest cat. You blush from his hand being in contact with yours. You lightly flinch when you come in contact with the beautiful cat. Its fur is so soft against your touch.

You feel pity for the cats. Fuck them humans who abandoned them in the first place.

Gosh, you loved cats so much! Why did God have to curse you to be allergic?

"See?" Ichimatsu says before a couple of cats walk towards you and purr against your knees. You mentally screech from the cuteness and begin to pet the cats with a huge smile on your face.

"Here." Ichimatsu hands you a couple of dried sardines. You smile as a silent 'thank you' before feeding the cats one by one. They lick your hands when there weren't any more fish. You shivered from the texture of their tongues. People were right, cats' tongues were like sandpaper.

You wipe their spit by petting their fur. Come on, everybody does that. There's literally no point in denying that you do that.

Ichimatsu feeds the other cats that were a bit shyer to come out compared to the rest of the cats and feed on the dried sardines.

Your ankles begin to feel pain from crouching too much-- so you get on your knees and pet the kittens as you do so. You mentally name each cat that comes to your attention and make note of them. You would adopt them all if you could.

"ACHOO!"

Oh fuck.

Here comes the waterworks.

You groan before wiping your snot with your sleeve.

Oh no...

Cats rubbed against your sleeves too. Fuck you were screwed.

Your eyes begin to water and you stand up and attempt to wipe your runny nose and watery eyes with the assumed 'clean spots' from your sweater. That didn't help at all. Suddenly, your arm begins to feel itchy and you see hives begin to form.

"...Are you okay?" Ichimatsu asks, still crouched with an eyebrow arched with concern. You didn't reply before letting out another sneeze.

Alarmed from your sudden change of state, Ichimatsu stands up. "Oy... I asked you a question."

You just shook your head before wiping your snot with your sleeve once again. "Y-Yeah, yeah. Don't worry about me. I'm sorry..." You begin to walk slowly away from the cats to battle your allergies. "I'm just allergic to cats, that's all."

"Eh?" Ichimatsu's mouth lightly perked open in confusion. "Here, let's go." He puts a shaky hand on your shoulder before he ushers you away from the alleyway. He takes a quick glance at the cats before returning his attention to you.

"You idiot. Why did you agree with me to feed the cats when you're allergic?" You shake your head in embarrassment. "Sorry. I sometimes forget that I have allergies for cats. Gomen, gomen." You keep apologizing.

"I-I'll go to my house to clean myself up. You can go home if you want. I'm sorry for ruining today. We can postpone this next time..." You say. You were a bit disappointed to say that. But that didn't come unnoticed.

"N-No, no... I'll come with you." Those words came out of Ichimatsu's mouth before he even thought about it. He mentally slapped himself for saying those words. Now you're going to think he's a pervert that's trying to see you naked in your bathroom to shower.

Wait, what?

"Um sure..!" You agreed.

WHY.

JUST WHY.

If you could, you'd begin to strangle yourself right there. You already ruined your 'date' with Ichimatsu with your stupid allergies, and you're letting him into your house when you clearly didn't clean up. Wait, did you say 'date'? Whatever! That didn't matter right now!

"Um, here. Let's go." You say before fast walking towards your house. You brought yourself into this mess, and now you've got to get yourself out. Ichimatsu tagged along, taking occasional glances at you while the both of you barely conversed a conversation.

You sigh when you stand in front of your house and pull out your keys. You unlocked the door and peek a little bit inside before cringing a bit.

"What's wrong?" Ichimatsu asks, noticing that you're not walking in your own damn house.

"I didn't clean up the house," You say with a blush. "I wasn't expecting guests. So I apologize in advance." Ichimatsu just nods before you open the door.

It wasn't that messy, but it was pretty messy. You know?

You didn't know what to do, and you invite Ichimatsu over to your living room. "Here, make yourself at home. You can take a few snakes if you'd like. I'm going to take a shower..." You say before making your way towards your bedroom.

Ichimatsu sits down at your couch. It grows silent before the sound of the shower echoes throughout the house. Anxiety and awkwardness pursed his nerves. Now the tables have turned. What was he supposed to do?

You said he can have a few snacks, but it kinda felt rude to just grab it and eat it. Was he allowed to turn on the TV? Why the fuck was he asking that. Of course, he can if he wanted too.

...Right?

Why did he even ask if he can come over?

The answer never really came to his mind. The only response was butterflies in his stomach. Do virgins experience such difficult situations?! WHy?! He was screaming at himself for bringing this on himself.

The sound of water suddenly stopped; indicating that you were done with your shower. Ichimatsu stopped lecturing himself before immediately turning on the TV, trying to make you think that he was watching TV.

A few minutes have gone by and Ichimatsu was not even paying attention to the TV at all. He was overthinking each scenario of what he can do to make things less awkward for both of you. This is the first time he was alone with a girl. A frickin' girl for crying out loud. Ichimatsu shoves out his lust out the door. He couldn't help it, he was a virgin aching to lose it.

You come to the living room with a towel over your shoulders to let your wet hair dry against it. You're wearing shorts and short sleeves that reveal most of your skin.

Blood ushers out of his nose before he discreetly pinches his nose with a red face. "Hey--Woah, are you okay?" You asked, walking closer to him. Ichimatsu stammers for a response, "W-Where's the bathroom?" He asks and immediately goes to the direction of where you pointed at.

(Y/n) hums in confinement, before making her way to the couch and slouches, watching Ichimatsu rush to the bathroom.

That was a bit strange, did you do something wrong? Surely you didn't do anything, right? Hopefully? I don't know...

After a few minutes, Ichimatsu comes out of the bathroom, his cheeks flushed as his eyes lower down to the floor, ashamed to even look at you. God, why did he have to act like this? Stupid, garbage, kitty-boy, can't even control his own damn emotions around a girl that he was friends with since high school.

Ichimatsu sits down at the couch, far away as possible from (Y/n) as he brings his legs closer to his chest, eyes on the TV screen to make it seems like nothing was wrong when something was clearly wrong in his mind, clouding up his senses and sanity.

"Are you okay, Ichimatsu?" (Y/n) says, breaking the tense atmosphere, on which Ichimatsu did not like at all. It did no justice to his anxiety.

"A-Ah," He turns his head to (Y/n), eyes wondering around a bit, noticing that you were a bit pale-- hell, you look a bit sick. Why was he here anyway? He can't even do anything without making things awkward for the both of them. "...Yes. Are you okay?"

(Y/n) hums a bit pulling out a small bottle of cream and uncaps it, "I'm okay... um..." You look at him, eyes filled with uncertainty, a shy and flushed smile on your face, "Can you do me a favor? You don't have to, of course." You add quickly at the end, crimson dusting your cheeks.

Ichimatsu grows curious, "...Sure."

"Uh," You open your mouth, wanting to say something but it call came out weird and incoherent gibberish. What the hell were you even saying? Were you speaking cursive or some shit?

You give him the bottle of cream that you took out, "Can you help me put some cream on the hives on my legs?" Okay, that sounded pretty gross and disgusting. Why the hell would you word it like that? And who the hell even asks that?!

Ichimatsu's face grows red, his posture stiffening as his mouth grows agape, his thin eyebrows raising, "...Uh--um--I-"

"Sorry, sorry! I shouldn't have asked, I'm sorry!" You cut him off, the wave of feeling embarrassed crushing your body, feeling claustrophobic, despite the open area in your house. It was only you and Ichimatsu, why were you so uneased from requesting things?! And hell, that is the problem! It was you and Ichimatsu; alone!

The two of you don't say anything after that, slowly scooting yourself a bit farther away from the kitty boy, not wanting to face him, knowing that if you do, the same emotions of heavy embarrassment will overrun your being. And that my good sir, was not your plan.

You squirt some of the cream on your finger, rubbing it into the small lumps on your skin, making it your main focus. You were too indulged to put the cream onto every hive, you almost forgot that Ichimatsu was just in your house, next to you, staring at your bare legs, a bit of drool coming out of his mouth.

Wait, hold on.

When he feels the drool trickling down his chin, he whips his head towards the TV screen once again, screaming at himself of self-deprecating comments echoing in his head.

Why was he like this? This was so rude and disgusting, he was not like his brothers-- despite wanting to lose his virginity-- he had some natural respect for a girl that was his friend in high school.

He dares himself to glance back at you, as his half-lidded eyes grow a bit wide. Your eyes were a bit droopy and tired, hands still rubbing the hives on your arms that you already put cream on. His eyebrows narrowed at you, "What's wrong with you?" Er--um... he meant to say, 'is something wrong?'

"Ah-- I'm sorry, I'm a bit drowsy because of the medicine I took..." You hum, your words were slurring now.

Your senses weren't even with you and you felt so heavy with tiredness from the side effects from your allergy medicine. Ichimatsu felt a bit bad, worried even.

"Here," Ichimatsu grabs the cream in your hands, before putting some on his fingers. "...I'll help, you dummy..."

Your cheeks grow flushed as Ichimatsu gently grabs your forearm and applies the cream onto your skin that you didn't put on. "Thank you..." You mutter out. Despite your tired state, your heart was beaming with adoration from how gentle the wanna-be-bad-boy was treating you.

"It's nothing." He says, grabbing your other arm and rubs gently onto your infected skin. "You shouldn't have agreed to feed the cats with me, you're an idiot for forgetting your own allergies."

"Sorry..."

"...Just don't do it again, look at you now." He teases.

"Sorry."

"And stop saying 'sorry', it's getting annoying."

"...Sorry."

Ichimatsu raises a brow at you, making you giggle aloud.

Ichimatsu finishes applying the cream on your skin and raises his head, humming as he sees your half-asleep state. "You should go to bed, get some rest to heal up..."

"Mmm," you pout, not wanting to get up. "Fine, as long as your staying for the night."

"Huh?!"

"It's late already, stay in the guest room if you want..."

God, you were not sober at all. What were you drunk? No, not necessarily. I mean you were a bit drugged because of the side effects of your medicine, but the bold invitations were not making things better for both of you.

Ichimatsu didn't respond, looking out the window and indeed, it was dark outside already, how did he not even notice?

Ichimatsu turns to you, as you get up and grab a blanket from your room, "Oy, you were supposed to stay there and rest."

"But my bed isn't comfy," You complain sliding back into the couch and wrap the blanket around you-- "Plus, I don't want to sleep right now, I feel like watching a movie or something..." -- you throw the rest of the blanket at Ichimatsu, gesturing that he, as well, can use the blanket.

Ichimatsu glares at you as you grab the remote and switch the channel to Netflix. You weren't even paying attention to him when he needed you most to. Did that make sense? I'm not sure. Nothing makes sense.

You play a movie, cuddling into the warm blanket, eyes on the screen, not looking at Ichimatsu.

Ichimatsu looks back at the blanket in his hands before he embarrassedly wraps it around himself. And damn, it was pretty darn comfortable.

The movie played on for a few minutes, the atmosphere no longer awkward, but a bit comforting. Ichimatsu liked it.

Ugh, why must life curse Ichimatsu to make him a bit drowsy as well? He feels that every time he blinks, he feels like it took an effort to open his eyes again.

A sudden weight presses down onto his shoulder, alarming his senses and popping his bubble of sleep that was slowly embracing him. He turns his head, your (H/C) hair in his view.

You were sleeping on his shoulder.

Oh my fucking god, why.

He was no longer feeling like sleeping, he felt like fucking dying.

Heat rushes to his face, as he hears your peaceful sounds of breathing, indicating that you were sleeping. Ichimatsu debates if he should wake you and tell you to sleep on your bed, but the other half of him likes that you're sleeping on him.

Did he just say that he liked it? God, Ichimatsu...

He fumbles with his fingers, his hands fumbling on the fabric on the blanket on which he shared with you. The movie continues to do its job as background noise, making Ichimatsu feel less uncomfortable. If it were silent, with no movie, then it would bring the atmosphere more tense and thick.

The sound of your breathing and the warmth of your body brought him a bit of tranquility. He bites his lip, the same feeling of sleepiness coming back to his senses. He yawns and shyly leans more into your touch. It was comforting.

Really, really, comforting.

He glances at the clock, noticing that only 13 minutes have passed. This was going to be a long night, and he couldn't bring himself the courage to awaken you. He can't stay up anyways. It would be worse than weird when you wake up in the morning to see his eyes bloodshot and scruffy from not sleeping. And hell, he didn't want you to feel guilty for sleeping on him.

His head twitches as he glances at your sleeping figure again before he leans his head onto yours, his head snuggling into your (H/C) locks, a blush on his cheeks. He smiles, feeling a warm feeling in his stomach as it tickles his abdomen. He reaches over to the blanket and tucks it closer to your body.

Ichimatsu leans onto your head once more, feeling his eyelids grow tired and tired by the moment.

He always wondered what it felt like to have a girlfriend to kiss him, take care of him, and hold his hand to reassure him that everything was alright. He glances at your hand and blushes.

Hold his hand.

He hovers his hand onto yours and gives a squeeze on your soft hand. It was comforting, secure and the butterflies in his stomach pursed through his being. Ichimatsu grows comfortable by the second and purrs onto your touch.

Ichimatsu leans into your touch before he slips into a deep sleep, hand locked into yours, a smile on his face.

#Osomatsu san #osomatsu-san #ichimatsu #ichimatsu x reader #ichimatsu/reader #osomatsu san oneshots #osomatsu hc #sunday

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in-tua-deep · 5 years

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yooo pls give me headcanons on five being an even younger child. unless you're saving them for fics ofc!!

Actual little kid Five or from the one fic idea I have where Five ends up being even younger than 13?? Regardless, I have a lot of thoughts so I’ll do both!

under the cut bc I can already tell this is gon get long

Actual baby Five -

I already mentioned my headcanon that as a little kid when his powers were just manifesting, his powers sort of? Acted up just a little? Like he’d get little blue sparks playing across his hands constantly but without actually jumping. And, since touching the fabric of the universe is a bit tingly, Five would just chew on his hands to make the itchy feeling go away.

Someone suggested mittens like the ones you give kids with chicken pox and I just about died so that’s 100% being added to my headcanons as well. And Five HATES those mittens with a passion and would have yelly screaming fits about them and just bash his mittened hands against the floor in outrage. Absolutely terrible.

Five could absolutely not control his powers at first. So he would just. Jump somewhere accidentally. Sometimes it was a kind of wishful thinking type thing like “hmm if i get up on the counter i can reach the cookie jar” and BAM suddenly Five is up on the counter. Other times it was more just “guess i’m gonna fall through the fabric of the universe and end up wherever lmao” and basically what I’m getting at is he gave everyone multiple heart attacks literally all the time

Sneezes. When Five sneezes he jumps by accident. Just ACHOO and a flash of blue light and he’s gone. Bye bye bitch. It’s involuntary and a nightmare when he gets sick.

Five was that little kid who LOVED to draw. Like he would just sit for hours with a crayon clenched in his chubby little baby fist drawing scribble monsters. Of course after a Certain Incident that included drawing on the walls Reginald Hargreeves banned drawing because it’s ‘childish’ or whatever. There’s a part of me that wants to say that after everything he picks up drawing again as something to occupy his hands that isn’t obsessively working and reworking equations

I’m going to go ahead and assign my own childhood bullshit to Five because why not so I headcanon that Five as a small child would DEMAND to be read to. At all hours. I’m talking literally attempting to pry the nannies eyes open and demanding that they ‘wead to [him]’ in the middle of the night. Most of the time he didn’t even actually care about being read to he just liked hearing someone talk so he was just as content just sitting with them while they chatted to someone else tbh (how did my parents not assassinate me as a kid smh)

and now i’m even sadder about him being alone in the apocalypse thanks

Would hide when he was upset. Also very good at hide and seek. Look this is a big ass house and Five can literally teleport out of a room and out from under watchful eyes I’m saying that he must have been the most stressful child in existence to watch over holy shit but yeah when upset crawls into some small space and hunkers down until he’s less upset. Start checking the cabinets you fools. Can and WILL fit into spots you think are too small for him to fit in. If there’s a larger space behind even he shouldn’t be able to squeeze in, he can jump in so don’t discount those as hiding places as well.

Cheated at tag. Cheated at tag so much. They literally have a special version of tag called ‘five tag’ designed specifically to handicap him because even when they ban using powers he still ends up being way too fucking good at tag like holy shit

okay this isn’t even much of a Five one but as little kids before Reggie decided to go on his “Vanya sucks” crusade they would team up against one another and Klaus was caught in the middle bc he was number four. Luther, Allison, and Diego would squad up (back before Luther and Diego were at each others throats I actually headcanon they were close before powers became a thing) and declare war on Five, Ben, and Vanya and then it became a game of trying to tempt Klaus onto a certain team. Klaus usually went with Five-Ben-Vanya but there were occasions that he was 100% a turncoat. Trust me I had an odd number of siblings this would have been a thing.

honestly though these nannies were dealing with seven kids under the age of four like god damn i have so much respect for them. That nursery must have been a fucking battle zone. There are no sides there is only survival. and these kids have SUPERPOWERS. Hell is empty and all the devils are looking at them with innocent eyes like the entire room isn’t completely trashed behind them. Where’s Five, kids? Where the fuck is your teleporting brother? Six put those tentacles away so help me god you will go straight into time out, do not pass go, do not collect two hundred. NUMBER ONE if you don’t put down that cabinet RIGHT NOW -

Now i’m thinking about the first time Reginald dealt with one of the kids having a screaming meltdown in front of him. I feel like it would have gone very badly for the kid in question :(

and now for not quite a baby!Five

Extremely salty. Furious that he’s so small. Will stab you in the knees to make you get down to his level if you dare condescend to him. Probably stands on counters or tables when talking to his siblings, but has on at least one occasion hit his limit on jumps and been unable to get down without asking for help. Decides that he lives on the kitchen counter now because fuck that noise

Would rather die than be carried anywhere but if he’s the one to climb on someone then it’s okay. Prefers sitting on shoulders because a) taller, and b) they don’t have to hold him up and he can pretend that it’s entirely his decision

A sleepy bitch. Overuses his powers frequently getting to places he can’t easily reach anymore. Sleepy and grumpy. Doesn’t give two shits where he falls asleep and will sleep sprawled out across the floor, had been stepped on or had someone trip over him before and yet still refuses to stop. Honestly it’s a bit of a roulette whether he’ll wake up if they try to put him somewhere else, with just as much danger implied. Klaus produces traffic cones from god knows where and gleefully surrounds Five when he finds in which… is as good a solution as any tbh

His powers are still like,, almost on the fritz? Like when he was a little kid he couldn’t control them. He can now, but also they glitch out occasionally and his hands are all itchy again because they keep pushing at the boundary of the universe without him even thinking about it and it’s the most irritating thing in the world

His pain tolerance is back to being shit which he doesn’t appreciate. However everyone else freaks out way more than him when he accidentally slices his hand open trying to steal one of Diego’s knives, which was pretty funny

Claire comes over and immediately teams up with Five. No one saw it coming and everyone regrets it except for the tiny duo.

She asks him why he’s a kid if he’s her Uncle Five and he gives her the whole story about him growing old in the apocalypse and coming back etc. etc. and that he’s actually a grown up and he doesn’t think she’s going to understand but Claire just says “Oh, like Narnia?” and Five is like “EXACTLY LIKE NARNIA” and she is automatically his favorite

Claire literally tells Five point blank that he’s wasting his potential. How does Five not know all the tricks to being a brat and getting what you want? Puppy dog eyes first and progress into tantrums my friend. Look, Claire is Allison’s daughter and Allison was manipulative as fuck as a child and Claire has inherited at least some of that

Five’s eyes are fucking OPENED and everyone wishes they would be closed again. Five’s puppy eyes are surprisingly and devastatingly effective, especially when he tears up and lets his little lip wobble. Claire is so fucking proud of her protege

Claire rules the house with her tiny iron fist and Five readily follows her lead. Look, he never wanted to be the leader okay he was content to leave that to Luther and he’s equally happy now to leave it to Claire

The first time Patrick came to pick Claire up Five kicked him in the shins and ran off and Patrick was just very very confused about why Allison’s nephew (cover story, Klaus probably gets to pretend to be his dad again or something) has decided to hate him

Five still hides when he’s upset and now he’s tiny literally no one can find him. The first time it happens everyone freaks out and searches the entire house and after a few hours Grace just pops off and retrieves a now sleeping Five from like, the top shelf in the linen closet or something idk

On at least one occasion has had to be stopped from eating some kind of insect or spider off the floor. It’s like owning a cat or something. For the most part they hate it but one of them (Klaus) has 100% pointed out one to Five like “GET IT” but honestly this could be a headcanon for any age Five

#ask #anonymous #tua #the umbrella academy #five hargreeves #number five #klaus hargreeves #luther hargreeves #diego hargreeves #allison hargreeves #ben hargreeves #vanya hargreeves #grace hargreeves #the nannies #claire hargreeves #my rambles

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angelofthequeers · 4 years

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Ladybug and Reine Nuit: Chapter 22

Princess Fragrance

Disclaimer: I don’t own ML.

@miraculousl4dybug @trainflavor @residentteenidle tagged as requested :)

Chapter 21 | Chapter 23

“Spots off.”

Once she’s detransformed, Marinette prepares to head to school, only to stop in her tracks at the sight of Tikki huddled in her purse, sneezing and shivering.

“Are you okay, Tikki?” Marinette gasps.

“I – I need you to take me to a doctor,” Tikki croaks.

“But where am I gonna find a doctor for kwamis?”

“I know a healer. I'll tell you where to go.”

“But what will I tell him? You're a secret! He'll get all suspicious and ask me questions –” Marinette gasps again and her heart skips a beat. “And I know someone else who’s gonna ask an awful lot of questions: my teacher! About why I'm late again! Tikki, can I take you to the healer right after school?”

Tikki nods. Although it pains her to do so, Marinette takes off hurtling down the street to school, though she keeps a hand on her purse as if this will be enough to comfort Tikki. When she barrels through the science lab door and falls flat on her face, Ms Mendeleiev raises an eyebrow.

“I’m assuming you don’t have siblings who need your undivided attention?” she says, glaring at Alya, who just grins and shrugs sheepishly with flushed cheeks.

“No!” Marinette says. She jumps to her feet and fumbles for a passable excuse. “I had to, uh – take my dog…to the vet! Because he…ate an entire wool sweater!”

Thankfully, she’s spared from cross-examination when Ms Mendeleiev’s attention is snatched by Rose spraying perfume at the back of the class.

“Watch what happens when you play about with flammable substances in a chemistry lab,” Ms Mendeleiev says once Rose is slinking off to the principal’s office with her head bowed. The teacher sprays some of Rose’s perfume inside a glass bell jar and sets it down over a Bunsen burner, trapping the perfume inside. Then she turns the burner on, and the entire class gasps when the perfume inside explodes in a fiery ball.

“Just to make sure you all remember that, I'll be quizzing you tomorrow on lab safety. Again!”

Everyone groans.

The rest of the day after that is a drag, and all Marinette can focus on is her poor, sick kwami. But thankfully, she’s got Ms Bustier for the rest of her classes that day, so while she does get a few disapproving looks for being so distant, at least she’s not humiliated in front of the class like Rose had been.

“Girl, where are you going?” Alya says when school is finally, thankfully over and Marinette is bolting out of the school grounds and down the steps.

“I – uh – have to go check on – I have to go somewhere!” Marinette babbles, holding her purse protectively. “Yeah! A doctor’s appointment –”

“Please,” Alya says. “You and I both know that your fake excuses don’t work on me.”

“Achoo!”

Marinette jumps at the sneeze that comes from her purse. When Alya squints at her, she lets out a huge fake sneeze.

“I think I’m getting sick,” Marinette says in as raspy a voice as she can manage. “Gotta go! Talk to you tonight!”

“D-Did I hear you say Prince Ali?” Rose is saying to Chloe when Marinette reaches the road and nearly trips off the kerb.

“Not to you,” Chloe says shortly, tucking her phone away. “Prince Ali is staying at my daddy’s hotel. The only hotel fit for a prince, and I’m going to be the first to meet him. Isn’t he lucky?”

“Oh, please, could you give him a special letter for me?” Rose hands Chloe a pretty pink envelope. Chloe takes it, only to laugh and tear it to shreds right in front of poor Rose’s face.

“You thought I was serious? You think I wanna get anywhere near this fish funk?” Still laughing, Chloe gets into her limo and slams the door shut in Rose’s face as Rose sinks to her knees.

“That witch!” Marinette kneels next to Rose. “Hey, are you okay, Rose?”

Rose sniffles and nods with a weak smile. “I-I’ll be fine, M-Marinette.”

“Chloe’s just an evil bitch,” Alya says, joining Marinette and Rose.

“Thanks, but I – I’m gonna –” Rose runs off crying. Marinette wants to follow her, but another sneeze from her purse reminds her of her more pressing worry.

“Doctor! Bye!” she squeaks to Alya, barrelling off down the street. With Tikki’s guidance, Marinette heads down street after street to a part of Paris she’s only been to a few times.

“There…” Tikki croaks when Marinette stops outside a door, with the words “Fu’s Massage Parlour” above it. Marinette squares her shoulder, prepares an excuse for this healer who can supposedly heal kwamis, then knocks on the door. It’s answered by a short East Asian man with grey hair, tan pants, and a scarlet Hawaiian shirt, and he looks familiar but for the life of her, Marinette can’t figure out where she could have seen him before. She assumes he’s Mr Fu, judging by the sign above the door.

“It’s my cat!” Marinette blurts out. She fumbles in her purse to pull Tikki out and holds her out to Mr Fu, who stares at the kwami with an odd look in his eye. “She’s sick! I, uh – I heard – can you help her?”

Mr Fu hums and examines Tikki. “I believe I can,” he says. “Come with me.”

Marinette follows him into a well-lit room with Chinese furniture and a tall plant near the tall glass doors. There’s a massage bed on the floor in the middle of the room, and Mr Fu directs Marinette to place Tikki there while he fetches a gong. He kneels at the head of the bed and begins to hit the gong rhythmically, so Marinette kneels next to Tikki and watches.

But Marinette’s not known to anyone for her patience. After a minute or so, she begins to fiddle and shift from leg to leg. “Is she going to be okay?” she finally says, unable to hold it in. Mr Fu gives her a gentle but stern look.

“One who is burning with impatience can never eat hot porridge,” he says. Marinette blinks.

“Um…what has this got to do with eating?”

“Silence, please. Reading energies.” Mr Fu sets the gong down and holds his hands over Tikki. Marinette’s half-expecting to see light or sparks or something, so it’s a little weird to watch when nothing seems to happen. “What type of cat did you say she is?”

Marinette freezes and fumbles for the first excuse she can think of. “Cat? Um, right! Rare hairless flying species from the Kingdom of Achu. I was allowed to have one because I won a zoo tap-dancing contest when I was in…the Kingdom of Achu!”

Mr Fu stares at Marinette. He probably doesn’t believe her, but she can’t exactly tell him that he’s looking at the secret to one of Paris’ superheroes. “Mm-hm. Unusual.” He picks up his gong and bangs it one last time. “We are finished. Your cat’s health has been restored.”

Tikki beams and flies around Marinette’s head, then settles in her hands.

“Thank you! Thank you so much! You’re a real magician, sir!” Marinette jumps to her feet and heads for the door but pauses before she leaves. “How did you do that?”

“Ancient Chinese secret,” is Mr Fu’s reply. Marinette shrugs, accepting the explanation, and closes the door behind her. Outside, she heads for a flight of stairs down to the bank of the Seine, then hugs Tikki with a laugh.

“I’m so glad you’re okay. I don’t know what I’d do without you, Tikki!”

“You wouldn't be Ladybug for one!” Tikki teases.

“I know, but I mean…Tikki, you're more than just my kwami for me.”

Tikki smiles and nuzzles Marinette’s cheek. “I know.” When she pulls away and looks over Marinette’s shoulder, she gasps. “Marinette!”

Marinette turns to see a plume of smoke in the distance, and her eyes widen. Is it an akuma? Or something else? Either way, she’s needed!

“Tikki, spots on!”

As Ladybug, she swings in the direction of the smoke, and she gasps when she lands next to an overturned, smoking car. “What in the world happened here?”

“Her royal pain in the nostrils, that’s what.”

Ladybug whirls, yo-yo at the ready, but she relaxes when she sees that it’s just Reine Nuit with a clothes peg clamped over her nose. “So, it is an akuma?” Ladybug says.

“Yep.” Reine Nuit hands Ladybug another peg. “You’ll need that. Her name’s Princess Fragrance, and she’s got mind control perfume. She did that –” Reine Nuit points at the car, “– then sprayed Chloe, her dad, Prince Ali, and his chaperone. I took care of everyone at the Pont des Arts, but she took off somewhere with Prince Ali. Don’t know where they went, though.”

Ladybug’s eyes widen at the sight of the vivid pink cloud of gas spreading from the top of Le Grand Paris a few streets away. “How about there?” she points. Reine Nuit turns to look.

“Ah,” she says. “Yeah. That’s a possibility.”

“We have to do something about that before it blows up in our faces,” Ladybug says. “But what?”

“Blows up in –” Reine Nuit gasps. “Got an idea. I’ll meet you at the hotel!” She bounds off back towards the Pont des Arts. Ladybug has no clue what her partner has planned, but she trusts Reine Nuit with her life, so she plugs her nose and swings off to Le Grand Paris. A short girl with sickly green skin, vivid pink hair and sclerae, and black royal clothes is spraying the pink gas out of a gun shaped like a perfume bottle, while a boy with short, curly hair and brown skin stands nearby, his hazel eyes empty and glazed. With a giggle, the girl – Princess Fragrance – holsters her gun and bounces on the spot.

“Soon, we’ll have the kingdom we deserve, my prince!” she trills. Ladybug crouches behind the elevator wall, waiting for Reine Nuit’s signal.

“At your service, Princess Fragrance!” Prince Ali sings in response. But just at that moment, there’s a bang from below, and spots of colour start to soar up from a barge on the Seine and explode into bursts of light. As they explode, they ignite the perfume cloud and burn it away, and Ladybug’s eyes widen at the sight. Of course! Flammable gas! Reine Nuit is a genius! Princess Fragrance lets out a shriek at the sight.

“This city is not for us,” she hisses, taking Prince Ali’s hand. “Too many people want to bother us. Let's go far away from here, my prince! Very far!”

It’s time for Ladybug to make her move. “Leaving so soon?” she says, leaping on top of the elevator tower. Princess Fragrance snarls at her.

“You! You and Reine Nuit are ruining everything!”

“Aww, thanks!” Reine Nuit lands next to Ladybug, grinning as her ring beeps. Ah, so she’d used her Cataclysm on the fireworks. “But the party’s over!”

“No!” Princess Fragrance fires balls of pink perfume at Ladybug and Reine Nuit, who leap out of the way. “Give me your Miraculouses! Then my prince and I will be together forever!”

Although the heroes are hit with the occasional ball of gas, it does nothing to them except blind them. However, one particularly strong perfume ball hits Reine Nuit in the face and dislodges her nose peg, and she reflexively lets out a gasp.

“No!” Ladybug cries. When the perfume dissipates, Reine Nuit bows to Princess Fragrance.

“At your service, Princess Fragrance!” she sings just as her ring beeps again.

“Much better!” Princess Fragrance smiles. She points at Ladybug. “Take her earrings!”

“Lucky Charm!” Ladybug calls desperately. A heavy tarpaulin falls into her arms. “Huh? What am I supposed to do with this?”

She dances away from Reine Nuit’s baton, desperately looking around to think up a plan. But nothing occurs to her, and Reine Nuit’s ring beeps even more frantically – she’s going to change back, Ladybug has to do something, she can’t let her partner’s identity be exposed –

“Gah!” Ladybug instinctively throws the tarp on Reine Nuit, sending her crashing to the ground and snarling as she tries to kick the tarp off. Her baton rolls away towards the pool, and Ladybug suddenly realises that the tarp was never part of the plan to defeat the akuma at all.

“Hey!” she calls, scooping up the silvery metal. When Princess Fragrance turns towards her, she leaps over the akuma’s head to land in front of Prince Ali, then grabs the prince by his shirt and throws him back into Princess Fragrance, who shrieks as she topples to the ground. Ladybug raises the baton and shakes it to lengthen it so that it can smash Princess Fragrance’s gun and release the nasty little butterfly.

“No more evildoing for you, little akuma!” Ladybug snatches the akuma out of the air with her yo-yo and purifies it, then releases it. “Bye, bye, little butterfly!” A kneeling Princess Fragrance turns back into Rose; at the same time, there’s a flash of green under the tarp as Reine Nuit detransforms.

“What am I doing here?” Rose says. She gasps at the sight of Prince Ali. “Prince Ali? I – but what’s wrong with him?”

“Don’t worry, I’ll fix everything in just a second,” Ladybug says. She scoops up a writhing Reine Nuit under the tarp and sets her down behind the elevator tower, so that no one will see her unless they deliberately walk around to look. Closing her eyes, she uncovers Reine Nuit and throws the tarp in the air. “Miraculous Ladybug! Stay here, kitty.”

After making sure that Rose and Prince Ali are okay when everything’s set back to rights, Ladybug heads back to Reine Nuit with her eyes closed.

“Uh, how exactly am I supposed to get down without anyone seeing me and realising who I am?” Reine Nuit says in an oddly familiar voice.

“Don’t worry, pretty kitty,” Ladybug says. “I got you covered. Hop on.” She turns her back to Reine Nuit, letting her partner climb up and wrap her arms around Ladybug’s neck. With Reine Nuit secure, Ladybug opens her eyes and wraps her yo-yo around the rooftop railing, then carefully lowers them down to the street in an alleyway, and it’s oh so tempting to turn her head just a fraction and get a glimpse, get a better whiff of the faint coconut scent of Reine Nuit’s hair…but she can’t. She can’t destroy her partner’s trust like that. Once their feet hit the ground, Reine Nuit jumps off and scrambles to hide behind a dumpster while Ladybug dutifully keeps her back turned.

“Thanks for doing all that just to protect my secret identity, Ladybug,” she says.

“Hey, you’d do the same for me,” Ladybug smiles over her shoulder. “Besides, what would we be as a team if we couldn’t trust each other?”

“Exactly,” Reine Nuit says. “I’ll give it a few minutes and then leave from here.”

“Good plan. Bug out!”

BONUS:

“Uh, Alya, are you even paying attention?” Marinette says the next day in class. Alya shakes her head to snap herself out of her trance.

“Forty-two!” she blurts out. Marinette giggles.

“What’s got you so distracted?” she says. Alya sighs as her eyes unfocus again.

“I’m totally gay for Ladybug. I’ve got the biggest crush on her, I swear.”

Wait. What?

#miraculous ladybug #aotq fic #aotq: reine nuit au #chat!alya #marinette dupain-cheng #alya cesaire #chloe bourgeois #rose lavillant #prince ali #princess fragrance #ooh la la #ladybug likes the smell of coconut #also shove off chloe

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goldenhour-goldenboy · 5 years

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Will finds out it’s his S/O’s first relationship

Had to repost since shit ain’t showing up in the tags ... (oh how I missed you tumblr)

It’s not really a topic that comes up immediately. Of course, being with William you talk, and you talk a lot, but the topic of past exes and relationship wasn’t something neither of you had the deep urge to share. Will briefly mentioned that he was engaged at one point but he never elaborated why it didn’t work and you didn’t push.

You’re in a small storage unit working through boxes and Will is on top of a ladder, searching through some of his own stuff when the topic does come up. It’s nonchalant, really, Will teasingly asks you if you came in the day before to clear out all your dirty little secrets and throw away pictures of your lover’s you’ve been hiding from him and you snort and reply that there’s really not that much to hide. At first he takes it as another joke, sending you a wink from the top of the ladder, pushing aside another box on the shelve.

“Oh sure, as if there are not at least two or three guys out there that I should be at least weary about.”

“No, really.” You turn around another paper in your hands, trying to figure out wether that’s on old report on one of your injuries or just a formal letter from the bank that you’ve kept, just in case, not even looking up as you reply. “I highly suspect most of them still remember me.”

Will’s answer is a sarcastic snort, not at you but at the fact that he can’t believe such guy’s exist. The puff of air throws up some dust and he barely manages to squeeze his question through the short numbers of sneezes. “Who even - achoo - forget’s - achoo - their girlfriend?” With his eyes watering up Will misses your shrug, finally able to decipher the letter in your hand (it was, in fact, the bank).

“Maybe they would’ve remembered me if it ever came to that.” You mumble, sorting the paper on one of the piles and starting to grab another one, catching the sudden stop of motion to your left and looking up, Will starring down at you, a perplex expression on his face.

“What do you mean?”

You’re a bit lost at first, not realizing what you might have implied here, what wheels your sentence might have started to turn in Will’s head and lastly, that this was in fact something, you’ve never talked about. It’s a short moment where thoughts rush through your head and although you know that Will won’t react negatively in what you’re about to say next, you are certain that he will react in some way and this is what has you crumble your paper, shifting your weight on your feet, tongue lipping over your lips before you stumble the next words out with a shortness of breath you didn’t expect.

“I - Well, I just.. I never had like a proper boyfriend.” You suck in too much air at once and continue, heart racing suddenly and you’re not even sure why because this is nothing you’ve ever been ashamed or afraid of but at the same time you feel like you’re confessing something you’re not even sure deserves the weight to call it confession in the first place. “It just never happened, you know?”

Will’s eyes are focused on you know, feet climbing down the ladder carefully, one hand steady on one of the steps as he leans his body on the ladder, taking a moment. Of course he doesn’t mind but Will does what he always does with a new piece of information: He processes it, turns it over and then stores it in his infinite big picture of the world that he keeps track of in his mind. And once stored, the picture changes, altering everything he thought to know before, reliving moments and seeing them in a new light, pieces coming together that didn’t make sense before and Will can’t stop that process because this is just how his mind works. Before he knows it, there are million thoughts racing through his head but he doesn’t voice a single one of them. Instead, he does something very out of character and he regrets asking as soon as the question leaves his lips.

“But how? I mean… How?”

You roll your eyes at him, a huff escaping your lips, shooting him a look. “I don’t know, Will. How do you end up falling for someone? How do you not? How do you meet the right person? It’s not something I can control.” Your words come out a bit sharper than intended and you avert your eyes for a second, taking a breath before sitting down on one of the boxes.

“I’m sorry, that was.. I’m sorry.” Will mumbles, utterly stepping down from the ladder and leaning against one of the shelves, arms crossed. “That just caught me a bit of guard, you know?”

“No, it’s fine. I’m sorry for snapping, too.” You let out a long breath of air, stretching your legs a bit. “It’s just a sensitive topic, that’s all. I mean there were guys I’ve .. kinda dated before but none of them were my .. official boyfriend before. I know it’s not that big of a deal.“ You glance a bit at him, all of the sudden unsure about your words. “At least it’s not for me.”

You didn’t plan on it being such a serious talk, in fact you never really thought about how you’d like to tell him but there you are now, sitting between childhood pictures and old wardrobes and pans and papers in a storage unit surrounded by brown cardboard boxes. As Will sits down opposite of you, arms on his knees you shoot him an unsure smile and the moment he returns it you know in your heart that whatever you say to him, he will be okay with it. So you lean back and talk.

“It’s not like there weren’t .. “ You search for the right words for a bit ”.. suitable candidates. It just never happened, you know? There was always some thing that came to light the more I got close to someone. It was either some trait I couldn’t get past or some believes that I just .. I can’t be with someone that doesn’t have the same values as I do. And sometimes you just realize that this won’t work out.” You laugh a bit here, fiddling with your hands before continuing. “And I know the whole.. pots and lids thing like there’s a right person for everyone and I just had to wait a bit longer than that. I just never had the feeling wanted to be with someone. Until now.”

It’s Will’s hands taking your nervous fingers in between his hands that have you looking from your lap into his eyes and he holds the look, steadily, as he lifts your hands and presses small little kisses on your fingertips and knuckles and the back of your hand until you can’t help but crack a smile. Will smiles back at you, fingers brushing against his beard as he tucks your hand under his chin. “I love you too.”

It’s not the first time Will has said those three words to you but this time it sends a shiver down your spine and through the midst of it all you suddenly feel like crying. You pull your hands free from under his chin, cupping his cheeks and pulling his face closer to him before tears actually threaten to spill out of your eyes, the kiss lasting longer and transporting so many emotions that you actually have to gasp for air one you separate. Will leans his forehead against your’s, stroking your cheek with his thumb softly before pressing another kiss to your lips, this time parting with a smile and you send him a questioning look as his grin spreads wide across his face.

“So … does this mean your family will immediately accept me for taking on the challenge of loving you?”

“Just shut up and kiss me again, William.”

#triple frontier #triple frontier imagine #triple frontier x reader #william miller #william miller imagine #william miller x reader #william ironhead miller #william ironhead miller imagine #william ironhead miller x reader #william miller fluff #fluffy fanfiction #charlie hunnam

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darkprincessloki92 · 5 years

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Sick and in love

Part; 1/?

Plot; Loki takes Reader on a romantic getaway, will a cold ruin the plans Loki has in place?

Pairing; Loki x Reader

Warnings; Flufffff and maaaaybe some lemon >;)

The sun is shining bright through the blinds of (y/n) apartment. Sitting up she stretches her arms as far as she can to the ceiling “Hawaii week.” Suddenly she hears loki chuckle, “My-my what a wondrous site.” Looking down she realizes she isn't wearing anything. Sighing, “Babe, Please magic me some close i don't feel good.” Loki's face went from mischief to concern in two seconds flat. Running to her side he places a hand on her forehead, “My love you are hot!” Giggle, “Why yes i am.” Giving her a stern look, “Darling, this is not a game. You must rest…” Putting a hand up to put over his mouth. “NO! I have been waiting a month for Tony to make up his mind on letting you go, I am not going to wait any longer!” Sighing against her hand, “Phine buff we foud afleats fath mephipen.” Laughing and pulling her hand away, “What's that babe?” Loki stood up, “Fine but we should at least take medicine.” Trying to stand up she falls back on the bed. Loki starts to try to help her but she glares at him. Putting his hands in the air in defense, “Blasted woman.”

******

“Loki…..” *poke*….*poke*….”Baaaaaabe”...*poke*....*smack*! With his eyes still closed “Dammit women what!” Curling up next to him, “Nothing, i just wanted you to love me.” Loki opens his eyes, and wraps one arm around her and kisses her forehead, “I told you we should have stayed home.” A light snore was all he heard in response. “You truly are going to be the death of me.” Kissing her forehead again and closing his eyes with the hope of a few more hours of sleep before they reach hawaii. After what seemed like mintues loki felt a light shake on his arm. He quickly opened his eyes to see (y/n) with a red nose and a stuffy voice, “We are getting…*sniffle* ready to land babf.” Loki tilts his head, “Awe my little dove you sound truly awful.” Smacking his chest, “Rude” Loki takes her hand and kisses her knuckles, “I meant no harm.” *sniffle* Shaking his head, “Let us get off this plane and get you to the hotel room so we can get you comfortable and rest off this cold.” Sitting up straight, “NO! I did not come here to sleep!” Standing up and grabbing the bags, “Come on babe, if we hurry we still have time for the pool.” Smiling she stands up and sneezes, “I am considering a sauna, that way i can get you un stuffed up.” *sniffle* “Yes a sauna with my boyfriend sounds amazing.” Loki pointed to the door, “Shall ww?” *cough,cough* “Yes, please.”

Walking off the plain she becomes dizzy and falls into loki's chest. Grabbing ahold of her he holds her tight, placing a hand on her forehead she suddenly feels a cold sensation. Sighing in content, “Thank you baby.” Leaning down he picked her up bridal style and held her close. She felt a breeze of cold hair. When she opened her eyes they were in a hotel room. Snuggling into his neck he walked them to the bed and laid her down. Wrapped her up in the blankets, rubbing her back. “I am going to get everything situated, i will wake you when it is time for supper.” She simply nods and wraps around the pillow and a light snore is heard. Loki chuckles and stand up, walking over to the suitcase and began to unpack the luggage. Placing everything in the drawers.

When reaching the bottom he pulls out a little black box. Looking behind making sure (y/n) is still asleep. He gently opens the box and holds the ring up to examine it. Its a green emerald wrapped with six prongs in yellow gold. “My queen” engraved on the inside. He suddenly hears her stirring and closes the box placing it inside the suitcase. Quickly turning around he notices she is sitting up. “Baby, i really don’t feel good.” *sniffle,cough* Loki walks over and snuggles up next to her and spoons her, calmly pets her hair. “Allow me to run the shower so we can get all cleaned up for supper.” Shaking her head, “I’m not hungry. I just want a hot shower and cuddles.” Feeling the vibration of loki chuckling she smacks his arm. “Don’t laugh! Im dying.” Loki sits up on his elbow, “Darling, do you not think you are being dramatic?” Sitting up she storms to the bathroom and slams the door. Loki sigh and stands up, grabbing her pjs and her favorite slippers. Knocking on the door, “Doll, please open the door.” “NO! You are mean!” loki waves his hand and unlocks the door. Opening the door (y/n) is standing with her hands on her hips, “Really!”

Placing her stuff on the counter, “Just bringing your stuff.” Turning to walk away she squeaks out, “Please don’t.” Loki turns on his heels and smiles, “Now you have returned your senses.” Holding out her arms out to him. Wrapping his arms around then softly kisses her lips. “Let us get you cleaned up.” After about an hour she is in bed curled up in the blankets like a little burrito. Loki comes out with the towel wrapped loosely around his waist. Looking him up and down, Lust soon filled her eyes, wiggling out of the blankets she stands up and walks over to loki who is drying his face with a towel. Taking advantage of the situation she undresses and placing herself infront of loki. Sensing her presence his chuckles, “what are you up to?”

Hoping on the counter she snatched the towel from his waist. Slowly removing the towel from his face he smiles. “Well what do we have here.” She giggles grabbing his neck and bringing him close to her. He leans into kiss her, “Achoo! *sniffle*” Loki chuckles “Darling, do you not think you should be resting?” Her face turns to a pout, lightly pushing him away she walks over to the bed wrapping herself in the blanket. Grabbing the remote and turning on the tv. Loki pulls on sweatpants and a t-shirt. Sitting next to her he tries to pet her hair, she smacks his hand away. Loki sighs,”I am going to grab some supper, would you like anything specific?” Slumping down in the blanket more she ignores him. “Are you really mad at me for wanting you to get better?” Looking down at her hands, “No” Slapping his legs he abruptly stands up “Alright, I am leaving. Do get some rest….please.” He puts his shoes on and leaves. Getting up and putting her booty shorts on and one of Loki’s t-shirts. Laying back down she flips through the channels awaiting Loki to come back.

Loki returns with the food. Noticing (y/n) is sleeping he pulls the soup from the bag and some juice. He kneels beside the bed. “My love, it is time for supper I have brought you soup.” She opens one eye, “I don’t want it.” Loki scoffs, “What on misguard….why won’t you eat?” Her eyes start to tear up, “I ruined our vacation.” “You spent all this time and for what. Sitting in a hotel with me.” Loki sighs, “My only concern is for you to get better. That is all I want.” She sits up, “Fine, but as soon as I am better I am going to kick your ass.” Standing up walking to get the soup he waves his hand and a small table appears. Walking it over to her he places it down. “Now eat this and drink your juice.” Grabbing his food he sits next to her and climbs under the blanket. She sniffs the air, looks at loki and glares. He is busy stuffing his face with a burrito. Looking back at her, “waft?” Continuing to glare, “Loki Odinson….Is that…. a chicken burrito?” Loki swallows and smiles nervously, “Why yes it is.” A growl escaped her, “You had better share that with me.”

Rolling his eyes he gets up and grabs a plate from the bag. With a snap of his fingers he has part of the burrito in small pieces. Walking back to her he hands her the burrito, “Aww thanks babe! You even cut it into tiny pieces!” Loki shakes his head. Kissing his cheek, “I knew you were the one I’m going to marry you someday!” Almost choking on his food, “What?” Looking down at her bowl, “Sorry I got ahead of myself.” Jumping out of bed running to the bag. (y/n) giggled, “What is it?” Noticing his shoulders tense, sitting up, “Babe?” An audible sigh, Loki turned on his heels. She noticed he looked nervous, Loki looks up and runs his hand through his hair. “Do you truly mean you want to spend the rest of your days.” Closing his eyes, “Wi—ith me?”

Her eyes become blurry, “What’s going on, you’re scaring me.” Pulling a little velvet box from his pocket. Clasping her hands to her mouth, Loki walks over to the bedside and kneels on one knee. “You are the only misguardian I will kneel for.” She lightly smacks his shoulder. Looking at her with pleading eyes, “You have shown me that I am worth it, I once told you my heart was made of stone. You told me that you see gold. At first I never believed you, until now. You bring out the best person in me. I love you (y/n). Will you please become my queen, for all of your days.” *achoo* “Yes! Hell yes!” With a smile loki tackled her with a hug and kisses her deeply. Lightly grasping her hand he place the emerald ring on her finger. Giggling, “My king, I am here for you always and forever.” Looking into her eyes, “ Say it again.” She wiggled her hips against him, “My king.” With his eyes full of lust…..

To be continued

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jerichofound · 6 years

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@iraesanctus

Hello! I’m answering this over on my new DBH-centric blog as opposed to my main. I hope that’s okay and that this finds you well.

So this was a fun one, even if it is a little short. Sweet, and fluffy, too!

Also tagging: @birdsandivory, @kirahnanase, and @alexeiiimashkov. If you would like to be added or removed from my tagging list, please let me know!

Kara + North = “Go back to bed.”

Word count: 669

North, despite her birth given name, didn’t much care for winter. It was cold – that much was obvious – and it gave off a barren feeling, the end of a cycle that had lost a yearlong battle. Everything was dead, brown and white, and the chill that settled in her bones made her ache.

It also made her susceptible the sniffles.

“Achoo!”

North groaned as she curled her knees up to her chest, remote in hand as she clicked through the channels. There was nothing on, at least, nothing that particularly interested her, but she kept finding herself lingering on those ridiculous home improvement shows that Kara could spend hours engrossed in.

Speaking of Kara, she glanced at her phone for what seemed to be the fifth time in the last ten minutes. She hadn’t heard from her girlfriend since she told her she was on her way over. That was over an hour ago, but North refrained from sending any more worried texts, despite the worry that continued to etch itself into her already ill-feeling face. She sneezed again, resigning herself to some show about baking cupcakes and pulling a giant, comfy blanket around her.

Sometime later, North couldn’t be sure due to being sucked into countless episodes of that crap cupcake show, she heard the jingle of keys outside of her door, followed by the entrance of Kara and her daughter.

“North!” she exclaimed, puffy jacket covered in snow as she ran to cuddle with her on the couch.

“Alice!” Kara giggled as she set down several grocery bags in the doorway to shuck off her own snowy coat. “You’ll get the couch wet.”

“I don’t mind,” North smiled and hugged the girl tightly. She did mind the cold, but she would let it slide for Alice just this once.

“Mom said you were sick,” Alice pouted as she felt North’s forehead. She frowned further after pulling her hand back. “Your face feels like it’s on fire.”

“Does it?” North blinked, and now that Alice mentioned it, it did hurt to move, and she was probably more cold than she should be, even with a little snow girl cuddling her. Groaning again, she sank further into the couch and whined.

“Let’s give North some room, Alice.” Kara suggested, and North felt the little girl climb off of her before she felt the familiar touch of Kara’s hands on her face. Normally, those hands were cradling her cheeks, memorizing each and every pore on her skin, thumbs pressing into the corners of her lips before kissing her. Now, though, they were concerned, worrying hands.

“Go back to bed,” she commanded with a soft smile. “I’ll fix you some soup.”

“What? No…” North whined again, a pout on her lips, and she sighed when Kara’s hands left her face. She yearned for the contact again, but Kara was already picking up the bags from the door and carrying them to the kitchen. “Babe, I’m fine.”

“You’re running a fever, North.” Kara informed her gently. “You need to rest.” North wanted to argue, but she just didn’t have any fight in her. Or much strength for anything at all for that matter. With some difficulty – and some help from Alice – she managed to sit up from the couch and trudge her way back to bed. She tried to reason that maybe the cool, dark room would help with the pounding that was starting to form behind her eyes, and as she melted into the cool sheets, she promptly decided that whether it helped or not, it felt amazing on her warm skin.

Distantly, she heard Kara and Alice in the kitchen, but the more comfortable she got, the more their voices faded. She was relatively aware of the kisses on her head, and Kara’s voice beside her, but she couldn’t quite make out what she was saying. The kisses were nice, though.

North didn’t like the cold, but maybe she didn’t mind the company that came along with having one, either.

Send me two (2) numbers 1-10 and a third number 1-195 and I’ll write you a drabble.

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theepolynesian · 7 years

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Talking Bunny

Summary: Thorin is turned into a bunny.

Pairings: Married!Reader x Thorin

Word Count: 689

Based off of this: Imagine Gandalf accidentally turing Thorin into a bunny by like sneezing or something by @thorins-magnificent-ass

Master Lists: Drabbles/Imagines, and Completed Series

A/n: I saw the gif and I made Thorin able to talk in his bunny form even though I feel like some would prefer him not to talk. IDK. He talks. Bye.

“Achoo!”

“Bless you,” you reply automatically, but you raise your brow as you hear a puff. You look around and the rest of the company members seems to have heard it too as they start looking for the source of the noise. Gandalf is wiping his nose with a tissue and Thorin is nowhere to be seen. He was the only one not present. He was just sitting next to Gandalf a second ago.

“Where’s Thorin?” you ask, standing and looking around.

“I’m right here!”

You look at the ground, confused as to why the source of the noise was coming from the ground. On the ground next to Gandalf’s large rock was a rabbit. A black and white rabbit with a few gray streaks on his head. His eyes, however, are the things the stand out the most. They were a very striking blue. You’ve only seen those eyes on one person before.

“Thorin?” you ask with a giggle. “Yes? Why are you looking at me like that and why are you so tall?” he asks as the Company gathers around you. Dwalin lets out a laugh, getting on his knees and reaching out to pet the rabbit’s head.

“Dwalin!” Thorin snaps, “why are you touching me?”

You can’t control your laughter as Thorin starts thumping his foot.

“Thorin. You realize you’re a bunny right?” you ask, taking a seat in front of him.

Bunny Thorin stops his thumping and looks at you. He stands on his hind legs and looks at his hands.

“I think I'm going to be sick,” he says before promptly fainting. He still looked cute though.

After Gandalf explaining that he had no idea how that happened, you had all decided to wait it out. Hopefully Thorin won't be too upset.

When he wakes, you have him in your lap. You pet his head as he looks up at you.

“Why am I a bunny?” Thorin asks, trying to resist the urge to thump his back feet as you scratch his ear.

“Well, when Gandalf sneezed you just turned into a rabbit. A rather cute rabbit,” you tell him, smiling down at him.

He was so much cuter and the more that you looked at him the more the bunny actually looked like him. The gray streaks on his fur that starts from between his ears matched his gray hair and while his back was completely black, his front area (underneath) had gray like the fur he was wearing.

“And why am I still like this exactly?” He asks. “Gandalf doesn't know how to turn you back so we just have to leave you like this,” you say, leaning back on your palms.

Thorin deflates, lying on your lap and looking like a ball of poof. You giggle.

“It's not funny,” he grumbles.

“But you see dear husband it is. You scare the daylights out of everyone and now look at you. You can't even lift a sword. It will be a nice change. Time for everyone to relax a bit,” you say, scratching under his chin.

He swats you away with his little paw and you laugh.

“Not helping,” he mutters. “I can't help it. You're such a cutie,” you say, lifting him up and holding him in front of you like you would an infant.

The Company laughs and Thorin starts squirming.

“Put me down!” Thorin snaps but you really cannot take him seriously.

“But you're so cute!” You exclaim.

“If you don't put me down this instant I’ll-”

“You'll what? Tickle me to death?” You ask causing Dwalin, Fili and Kili to roar with laughter.

Thorin sags in your arms.

“I hate you,” he says.

“I know,” you reply.

Come the next morning, Thorin is back to his normal self much to your dismay.

“Thorin?” You asks as the company starts packing their things to continue their journey to the mountain.

“What?” He asks, clearly not over his traumatic experience.

“When we reclaim Erebor,” you start and he hmms in response as he reaches for his bag.

“We should get a bunny.”

That causes Thorin to ignore you the rest of the day.

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Jim Gets Sick

Fandom: Star Trek AOS

Pairing: McKirk

Word Count: 1167

Rating: Everyone

Beta’d: No

Tags: @outside-the-government, @wonders-of-the-enterprise, @thevalesofanduin, @mccoymostly

Leonard told him he didn’t have to be there. He told him that Jo was sick and he told him he could handle it. Jim came over anyway. He played with her and sat with her all day and now…

Achoo!

Jim’s sick.

Achoo!

Leonard wakes up with Joanna snuggled up against him, her fever finally gone. He smiles and kisses her on the forehead before slipping quietly out of the bed and heading down the hall to the living room. Standing in the door he stares at Jim.

The blonde is curled up on the couch with a blanket pulled up to his chin. Leonard walks over and smooths his hair back. “Oh Jim.” He says quietly shaking his head. “I told you I could take care of her myself.”

Jim opens an eye just a little. “I wanted to help.” he says, his voice raspy and a little hoarse.

Leonard kneels beside the couch and rubs Jim’s arm. “I know you did, but now you’re sick.”

Closing his eyes he pulls his knees up to his chest. “I feel like crap,” he mumbles into the blanket.

Leonard sighs, “I know you do. You look like crap too.”

Achoo!

“Thanks a lot.”

Smiling Leonard stands to his feet again and plants a kiss on his forehead, “I’ll go get you something for your fever.”

A hand slips out from under the blanket and lightly squeezes his. He looks back at Jim. His blue eyes saying he’s miserable and his face the color of an over-ripe peach. His fingers slip between Leonard’s, “Stay here,” he whines.

Leonard gives him a small smile, “I’ll be right back Jim. You’ll be alright for a couple of minutes.”

Jim whimpers when Leonard’s fingers slip away from his. Walking into his bathroom, trying not to wake Jo, he rummages in the cabinet for the meds Jim needs. The sound of little feet on the tile floor behind him makes him turn. “Morning Jo. Did I wake you up sweetheart?”

She holds her bear loosely by the paw, dragging him along behind her, “I’m hungry daddy.”

He lifts her up on his arm, “Uncle Jim is in the living room and he’s not feeling very good. Why don’t you keep an eye on him while I go make breakfast?”

She nods and wraps and arm around his neck. “Okay daddy.”

He smiles as he takes the meds from the cabinet and heads off down the hall. Setting Joanna down at Jim’s feet he gently rubs his arm. “Jim?”

The blanket lowers just below Jim’s eyes. Leonard rubs his arm, “Fastest way to get this in your system is a hypo.”

Jim nods and bares his neck while Leonard loads the drug. He presses the shining silver instrument to Jim’s neck and administers the drug. Jim winces but doesn’t complain. Leonard smiles. “I’ve brought my nurse along to keep an eye on you while I make breakfast.”

Jim raises his head a little and gives Joanna a tiny smile. “Hey rugrat.”

Joanna crawls over and lays on top of him. She strokes his arm and plays with his hair. “Daddy’ll take care of you uncle Jim. You’ll be better soon.”

Leonard smiles broadly watching his little girl trying to make his darling idiot feel better. He leaves them and heads into the kitchen to make pancakes for Jo and soup for Jim. Twenty minutes later he sets the plate of pancakes on the table with the syrup and a glass of milk, and pours Jim’s soup into a large mug. Setting the mug on the table beside Joanna’s place he heads into the living room to get them for breakfast.

He smiles at the sight of his baby girl laying on top of Jim with a hand on his forehead, the two of them asleep. He shakes his head and gently peels her away from him. “Time to wake up Jo, your pancakes are ready sweetie.”

She rubs her eyes. “With chocolate chips?”

“Of course with chocolate chips,” he says kissing her on the forehead.

She grins as he sets her on her feet and she skips into the dining room while he returns to Jim’s side. Kissing Jim on the temple he rubs his arm, “Jim, soup’s ready. Come eat.”

He grumbles and reluctantly sits up on the couch. “Soup?”

Leonard nods and helps him up. “Yes Jim, soup. It’ll help you feel better.”

“Old Earth remedy?”

Leonard puts his arm around Jim’s shoulders. “My momma’s remedy. Works every time.” He takes Jim into the dining room and sits him down beside Joanna. “If nothing else drink the broth.”

Jim nods slightly and picks up the mug. He sighs and slumps down in his seat as he puts the mug to his lips. Leonard stands behind him and runs a hand through Jim’s bed head. Joanna turns and looks up at her daddy with a mouthful of pancake, he smiles at her and rubs Jim’s shoulder with his free hand. Joanna swallows her food and sets her fork down. “Daddy?”

“Yes, sweetie?”

“Is uncle Jim my other daddy?”

Jim sits frozen with the mug of soup to his lips.

Leonard kneels beside her, “Why do you ask sweetheart?”

She swings her legs back and forth and plays with the hem of her nightgown. “Demora has two daddies. I have one daddy and uncle Jim. Can he be my other daddy?”

Leonard looks over his shoulder at Jim. Their eyes meet and Leonard smiles, “You really want him to be your other daddy?”

“Uh huh. He helped take care of me. He’s funny sometimes. You smile lots more when he’s here. I like it when you smile daddy.”

Leonard kisses her forehead, “Let’s get Jim better and then we’ll talk about it more. Alright sweetheart?”

She nods and goes back to eating her pancakes. Leonard puts a hand on Jim’s shoulder and gives it a little squeeze.

For the rest of the day Joanna stays at Jim’s side doing everything for him that he had done for her and then some. She plays checkers with him and brings him her teddy bear. Then she sets him up with a coloring book and her best crayons. When it comes time for bed Leonard tucks Joanna into her bed, reads her a quick story, and kisses her on the forehead before returning to the living room to Jim.

“Feeling any better Jim?”

Jim nods, “A little.”

“Let’s get you to bed Jim,” he says lifting him from the couch.

Jim lays his head on Leonard’s shoulder, “Thanks Bones.”

“Just doing my job Jim.” He deposits him on the bed and pulls Jim’s shirt off. “Get some sleep Jim.”

Nodding Jim burrows under the covers while Leonard pulls his shirt off and climbs in bed beside him. Leonard reaches out and rubs Jim’s back until the other falls asleep. He drapes his arm over him and kisses the nape of his neck. “I love you Jim,” He whispers against his warm skin.

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