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attackurheart88 · 5 months
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hiii. Could I request some headcanons for Hisoka? Sfw/fluff. The reader is a child (killua and gon's age, and travels with them) and somehow got attached to him. Even though gon and killua find him super creepy and don't trust him, y/n doesn't find him off-putting at all and wants to hang out with him. Like at heavens arena, instead of being disgusted at his little show he put on, she was amazed he could do such things. Reader doesn't have a dad so he kind of takes that role in her eyes. She thinks he's really cool and follows him around when he's in the area. Reader is also training as an assassin (not quite as good as killua though) so she doesn't find his desire for killing scary. I just want some cute hc's between hisoka and his little admirer :)) it's okay if you don't feel comfortable writing this though. Thank you anyway!
“Are you a magician?”
Hisoka looked down in the direction from which the small voice came. It was a child who couldn't be more than thirteen years old. The same child who was staring at him for the last 2 hours.
Their eyes were wide and sparkled with anticipation.
“Not exactly, but I suppose I can do a bit of magic~” Hisoka smiled seeing your expression light up.
“Can you do a trick?!” You were bouncing up and down excitedly. You truly were a kid. Hisoka wondered how someone like you wound up taking the ex-
Someone bumped into Hisoka’s shoulder and kept moving. Interrupting his train of thought.
“Child you wanted to see a trick yes? As you wish~”
Within a few moments, the man who bumped into Hisoka, arms evaporated into flower petals. Immediately everyone backed away leaving just you Hisoka and the rude man on the floor.
Hisoka observed the look of fear and hatred on everyone’s face. Surely by now, even the child would stare at me the same way.
But he was wrong.
“That's so cool!” You were even more happy than before. Hisoka stared at you in disbelief but that look quickly turned to amusement. You were going to be a fun new toy for him to play with.
“I wanna do that too!” you whined tugging on his arm.
Hisoka bent down till he was able to make eye contact with you.
“You seem like a good kid. What's your name?”
“Y/n.”
“Y/n huh. You can call me Hisoka. A pleasure to make your acquaintance.”
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- For the rest of the exam you were glued to Hisoka’s side
- While others were running like crazy to catch up with the examinator you were riding his back
- Getting lost in the forest? Not a problem when Hisoka knows the way
- Need help finding your target? Hisoka already killed them.
- It wasn't until the end of the exam when you and Gon had to go help Killua that you left his side.
- The dynamic between you two would slowly grow into a father-and-daughter relationship.
Headcanons:
- Hisoka is the kind of guy who buys you ice cream after a long day of training
- Hisoka is the kind of guy to take pictures of everything you do
- Hisoka feels calmer going to sleep knowing you’re safe next to him
- Hisoka loves to make you laugh by doing tricks and tickling you
- Hisoka is the kind of guy to dress himself up in Princess outfits to make you smile
- When you are sad you have Hisoka wrapped around your finger.
- He does anything to make you feel better
- Becoming known as Hisoka’s child is both a blessing and a curse
- On one hand, everyone is afraid of you or wants to get on your good side
- On the other, those with a grudge against Hisoka would come to you
- Thankfully Hisoka is there to keep you out of harm
- Sometimes
- Despite his affection for you
- Hisoka won't hesitate to leave you stranded somewhere or beat you to a pulp to turn you into a “ripe fruit”
- When you do something wrong Hisoka would make you sit in a corner and eat your favorite dessert right in front of you
- Being Hisoka’s “child” means watching him do stupid things
- Like robbing a bank
- Killing sprees
- Singing off key
- Rizzing Illumi
- And giving weird looks to your friends. (gon and killua)
- When Hisoka has somewhere to be he likes to drop you off with Illumi or the Phantom troupe
- So they eventually become your aunts and uncles
- Your life with him is fun and chaotic
- You grow to depend on him for help, guidance, and attention
- And Hisoka learns to care for someone other than himself
-In the end, it's a win-win
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fun-k-boards · 5 months
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People who just put reader when they actually mean curvy but also skinny, cishet, fem reader who has long hair, is white and American, has a wealthy family that's nuclear, likes to wear dresses and skirts, likes to wear makeup and nail polish, likes specific foods and wears high heels everywhere are my fucking enemy, especially if it's for a game WHERE THE PLAYER ISN'T LIMITED AND IS CUSTOMISABLE!!
If you do this I hope you get trapped in a ball pit full of legos, it takes approximately five seconds to put 'Oh btw the reader is basically just an oc but because I'm annoying I'm going to say it's a reader anyway to get more reach'
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babbymochiiii · 2 months
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💋 ANGEL: JOHNNY SUH
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↪︎pairing: angel! johnny x ngs! reader
↪︎genre: mythical creature au
↪︎warnings: suggestive context about one-night stand and the memories reader remembers of the night they had together.
↪︎synopsis: you had a one-night stand with angel! Johnny, to which you try to leave without him noticing, but he ends up cornering you ;)
↪︎word count: 703 words
reqs are open! ⭐️
divider credit @saradika-graphics 🖤
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You woke up to the feeling of the sun’s rays hitting your face. Stirring in your sleep, you covered your face with your hands before sitting up. The cold air sends a shiver done your spine which causes you to cross your arms across your chest. The sudden sensation of your skin meeting your own skin, you looked down to see that your chest was exposed to the air.  
Sudden realization strikes you once you look around the room to see that you aren’t in your apartment. You looked down towards the bed and leaned towards the end to see your clothes scattered around along with someone else’s clothes.  
Knowing that you had a one-night stand, you grew confused as to why the man you slept with wasn’t in the room with you, until you heard the shower running down the hall. Slowly, you got off the bed and started to dress yourself. As you put on the last article of clothing, a sudden memory popped up.  
“Angel, are you sure you want to spend the night at my place?” A drunk Johnny says with his words slightly slurred.  
“Mmm, you know it baby.” You giggled as you ran your hand through his blonde hair.  
“Then to my place it is.” He smirked as he held you tightly in his hold before his white, lush, wings fluttered open and shot up to the sky in high speed towards his apartment.  
Shaking your head, you stood up straight and started to make your way towards the apartment door. As you touched the doorknob, another memory popped up that made you blush.  
“I’m going to make you my own songbird.” He said as he towered over you and left kisses down the navel of your chest.  
Upon seeing the memory, it caused you to quicken your pace unlocking the front door. Once you unlocked and opened the door, the feeling of the wind gushing towards you and your body being slammed against the now closed door, gave you some sort of whiplash.  
“Where do you think you’re going angel?” He says as he looked down at you with a cocked eyebrow.  
Not being able to make eye contact with him, your eyes trained towards his chest. To which you could tell that he had just gotten out of the shower by the small water droplets on his toned skin.  
“Leaving? W-who said anything about leaving?” You chuckled nervously.  
“My eyes are up here sweetheart.” He said as he took hold of your chin and made you look up at him.  
The fierce blush that took over your face once you made eye contact with the man had you feeling breathless. All the memories from last night all came piling up which caused you to moan.  
“Remember now?” He teased.  
“Johnny stop- “  
“That wasn’t what you were calling me last night.” He smirked as he leaned in towards your neck.  
“J-Johnny!” You gasped out as you looked at him with wide eyes.  
He laughed at your reaction causing some of his feathers to ruffle up slightly.  
Mesmerized at the sight of his beautiful white-ivory feathers ruffling up, you unconsciously reach towards them and place a gentle touch on the wings.  
This caused a shiver to run down Johnny’s spine causing him to quickly take hold of your hand and pin it towards your side.  
“Do you not remember the punishment I gave you last night when you tried to touch them?” Johnny said in a serious tone.  
“I- “you stopped yourself from talking as you looked down towards the floor as a blush covered your cheeks.  
“You look at me when I’m talking to you.” Johnny said in a deep voice as he took hold of your jaw and made you look back up at him. “Would I have to teach you a lesson again?” he said as he narrowed his eyes towards you.  
The way he used the tone with you caused butterflies to erupt in your stomach. Though you couldn’t see it for yourself, your eyes glazed over as you looked at him with big doe-eyes, which caused him to smirk knowing that he had you under his grasp.  
“To the bedroom — now.”  
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embarrassingly enough…💀 when I first wrote this it was an Pro Hero Hawks but Johnny…I had a phase in 2021 what can I saaaaaay 💀
Anywhoooo! I hope you enjoyed the short drabble! 🖤 should I do more mythical creature x nct? Would love to get your guys suggestion!! 🥰✨
With so so so much love from me to you!! 🕷️ MWAH MWAH 😚❤️
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wolveria · 6 months
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No hate to anyone who writes this way, but am I the only one who can’t relate to readers who’ve had lots of flings/sex/relationships/etc?
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gay4abby · 4 months
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Can you write a Limoreau short fic where Jordan is arrested and sent to jail for using the female bathroom like the pervert he is and Marie is his cop who blows his dick off for wanting to assault women while they are peeing. Also can Rufus be the Maga judge who orders Jordan to face the firing squad.
i honestly envy every person you’ve never met. i don’t know who you are but your terf flat back having ass is someone i hope who will experience a fate worst than death because killing you is doing not only everyone else a favour but its setting up shaytaan (who i absolutely hate mind you) to deal with a waste of space like you.
i’m not above telling someone to off themselves bc people like you exist in the world so, consider the following: please fucking k!•• yourself, take a razor and just slice it through your achilles tendon while you’re at it. take a knife and run it through your eyeballs then eat them, take that same knife and stab yourself in the back of your brain where the pain centre is so you know you die of absolute morbid pain.
you want this fic so bad write it yourself and then send it to me so i can doxx you ‹𝟥
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darylspissslit · 1 year
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Heard you were looking for some Daryl inspiration??
Thank you for all your love on The Dog series and I’d love to return the favor!!
Request/Inspo/Idea: Daryl and wife!reader reunite on the highway after the barn/farm burns down ! He thinks she’s still out there but like emerges from the woods!!
Thank you 💕✨
Thank you so much I love this. The dog series is so cute thank you for bringing it to life 💗💗
So this isn't the greatest and it wasn't proofread so idk how it turned out. But I got something done so that's a plus 😅.
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The flames were bright. The sound of Walker teeth clacking and loud groaning quickly being drowned out by the pulse that seemed to beating like a drum in your ears.
The farm was overrun by the dead and soon the fire would finish the job. Spreading from the barn across the field to the farmhouse to devour what the walkers couldn’t.
You tried to find Daryl in the chaos. Fighting off the dead while looking for the living. For a second you thought you could hear Daryl’s bike over the moans of the herd. Trying to clear a path to the entrance of the farm you started running. Shouting for Daryl as you saw him drive off with Carol behind him but he couldn’t hear you over the rumble of the bike speeding down the dirt road, you were alone.
You ran through the woods just trying to get away from the walkers following you. You were up all night fighting and running. Not knowing where to go you decided to try and make it back to the highway where there was food still left for Sophia and hopefully someone else in the group would be there, hopefully Daryl would be there.
“I gotta go back an’ look” Daryl said walking back to his bike.He was arguing with Rick about leaving the group to search for you.
“The farms overrun. She probably ran” Rick said resting his hands on his hips “we’ll wait for a few more minutes” he said trying to compromise. He didn’t want to lose another person and going back to the farm so soon was a death sentence.
“Nah I ain’t waitin” Daryl said in a gruff tone turning back to us bike. Rustling in the trees startled the group. Swiftly lifting his crossbow and aiming at the trees, Daryl slowly started walking towards the sound.
You came tumbling out of the treeline falling to the ground. You were exhausted, covered in dirt and spider webs. There were still a few walkers behind you that weren’t able to put down loosing your knife in a scuffle with a walker at some point in the night. You tried standing up only for your legs to shake and give out.
“Y/N!” you heard Daryl shout as he started running down the side of the highway. Taking down a walker with his crossbow and bashing the heads of the other two with the end of the trusty weapon.
Daryl grabbed your arm helping you up and quickly pulling you into him for a hug. Wrapping your tired arms around his waist you buried your face in his chest and started crying.
“I… I thought I lost ya” Daryl’s warm breath caressed the top of your head as he cried. “I tried to find ya but I couldn’ see anythin but walkers and smoke” he squeezed you tighter
You cried harder remembering seeing him driving off the farm. You were right behind him. “I ran after you” you choked out looking up at him.
He looked down feeling ashamed for not looking harder but you weren’t upset with him for leaving you behind. “they were everywhere I’m so sorry” he said sadly resting his forehead against yours.
“Its okay. I’m alive. I did learn how to survive from the best” you said lighthearted and kissed him sweetly. “I love you” you said hugging him tightly again. “I love ya more” Daryl replied kissing the top of your head and holding you close for a moment.
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ribbononline · 2 years
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lovearne · 1 year
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desperate measures - joel miller
Joel Miller x non gendered reader
My page is 18+ only. I don't tolerate minors here, this is my safe place to express myself, and I don't consent to minors viewing my works or my blog.
Warnings: death, gore, apocalyptic themes, age difference, found family, description of injury, flirtations, Joel being a softie, no relationship
Based on a prompt from this list
"Kiss me. Just once. For luck."
Word count: 6.7k
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You'd known of Joel for a long time, before you'd gotten together. He was always around the QZ, and he was a so called 'upstanding citizen'. You didn't agree, he was a trouble maker, but he always did all he could in order to help people. Take the weight off anybodies back, complete the tasks they couldn't bring themselves to do.
You'd had a crush on him for honestly a long time. You hadn't been very old when the cordyceps infections began, spending the most of your life in quarantine zones, hopping from one to another. It'd been 10 years you'd been seeing Joel in the Boston QZ. He was part of the adults you were told to stay away from, your parents were fireflies and Joel was an avid firefly hater.
You escorted Ellie with Tess and Joel after Marlene was shot, the four of you set off on the journey. Ellie was like family to you, and you'd taken the spot of a guardian in her eyes. You and Ellie would take turns annoying the shit out of Tess and Joel. But mainly Tess, she couldn’t handle you, let alone Ellie tagged ontop. She’d had a few discussions with you before you’d even met Ellie, you were stubborn and set in your beliefs, but didnt mind someone giving you a different perspective. You were raised right in her eyes. Your parents had done a good job. She’d told you that one night, as the two of you were pressing bullets for the fireflies, she’d needed a favour so they had her on bullet duty. The mood had changed when you laughed. 
“I’ll make sure to tell them that when I see them next.” Your tone was cheery, and enthusiastic, tess smiled, in her eyes you were the spark that the world hadn’t put out yet. Though you were alive when it happened, you’d not let the reality and cruelty of the world get to you.
“Where are they? I’d like to tell them that their child turned out well.” Tess said in conversation. You smiled back at her.
“Somewhere between Holyoke and Northampton.” Tess frowned.
“Do they normally go so far from the QZ?” You nod your head. “How long have they been gone?” You swallow.
“Going on 8 years next week.” You reply. Tess paled.
“Are they-” she was cut off by your firm nod. 
“Yeah.” you whisper. “Another firefly was with them. My moms died holding hands.”
~
Tess frowned as she thought about the situation at hand. She’d saved you and Ellie, but it’d come with a cost to herself. She was infected, she knew that. She knew what had to happen, what she’d wanted to happen. She just needed to ensure the three of you got to the fireflies. She needed to see the mission through, to the best of her abilities. 
She hadn't told anybody, she thought maybe they'd get to the fireflies in time that they'd be able to help her using Ellies blood. She knew it was impossible and there was no hope, but she had to make herself believe it. She had to keep going. For the man she loved, the friend she never appreciated enough, and the little girl she knew would change the world, one way or another. 
When the three of you, found out about Tess' condition, it was already way too late. The infection was spreading, and the runners were coming. She pushed the three of you out, you tried to get her to come with you, you tried the hardest to stay and help or drag her out screaming. Ellie tried to reason with Tess, but she was pushed by both you and Tess toward Joel. Tess and Joel had both agreed on an escape plan if you needed it. They'd say their goodbyes when they met each other again, maybe in another life, or the afterlife. 
You stayed long enough before Tess pulled a knife on you, telling you to get as far away as possible from her.
"You're a smart kid, now please be smart and listen to me. Get out of here, find Joel and get Ellie to the fireflies. He can't do it by himself." You left right after that, running as fast as you could back to Joel and Ellie. As you were reaching them, the building behind you three exploded in a big ball of fire. Tears had been rolling down your cheeks, the whole time you ran. You couldn't belive that a woman you'd known most of your life could just, just die like that. You were in shock, you'd seen people die, an endless amount. But this one? You knew her, you'd talked to her, you'd shared fond memories with her. Now she was gone. 
With one look at Joel, you wiped your eyes and grabbed Ellie's hand. He needed someone strong right now, not someone who was grieving. 
You were successful in pushing your feelings away. The three of you made it to a place Joel had called Bill and Frank's. The two had been dead a few weeks by the time you got there. Joel had a small moment, where he looked like he wasn't all that well, you could tell he was mourning the people he's known for almost a decade. Ellie plays with the piano as you watch Joel. He put his head down, his hands on his hips. He was trying to keep it together.
"Joel?" His head lifts to look at you. "I'm going to go check outside, are you ok in here?" He nods.
"Wait, stay here with Ellie, I'll check it out." He said, trying to appear as the strong old man everyone seen him as. You seen a different story, he was a broken man. 
"No sir. You check the house out. I'll just be spitting  distance away." He nods.
"Fucking fine." He spat and walked toward the den. You looked at Ellie and you both shrugged at the same time.
"What's up his ass?" Ellie asks.
"He just lost people he's known for a long time." You say to her softly. "He doesn't know how to address that when we are here watching him. Wants to be a strong man for us." She nods. 
"Can I come outside with you?" She asked. You nod. 
"Of course. C'mon we got some exploring to do miss." You say imitating a fancy voice. Ellie laughs at you, she takes your hand and the two of you go outside.
You and Ellie hadn't been outside very long when Joel storms out, yelling about how irresponsible you are.
"Shut up you grumpy old man!" You yell back at him, pulling Ellie behind you.
"You should have left her in fucking side!"
"She wanted to come out here with me! She's safer with one of us than alone!" You were now chest to  heat with the angry man.
"She's a little girl!" You push his chest as he yelled that on your face.
"Exactly! Which is why she's safer with one of us fuckass!" Joel grabs your wrists as you try and hit him. "Fuck you!" You kick him in the inner thigh, close enough to his crotch that he'd understand that you weren't playing around. He let go of you.
"I'm-" 
"No fuck you old man. If you don't want outside we'll go inside. C'mon Ellie." You said that bit softly to her. "Let's go see what Bill and Frank left." 
"Are you ok?" She asks. You nod stifly.
"I just wanna get away from that man. But he wants his guns." She nods with you. "He's not gonna let me take you myself." Ellie nods.
"He's just a grumpy old man." She reminds you. You laugh. 
"He is. But we should still treat him with respect, he's gone through a lot of hurt to help us." Ellie nods.
"I keep thinking about Tess." 
"It's not your fault Ellie." She holds up her hand.
"I know how it feels to lose someone to a bite." You nod at her. 
"Who'd you lose?" You ask as you examine the den area, seeing a entrance under a picked up furniture piece you don't know the name to.
"My best friend." You nod solemnly. "My first crush." 
"Oh, when did it happen?" You ask, putting your hand on her arm.
"They died when I got bit. We thought we'd die beside each other." She explained. "I didn't tell them I loved them." She say, her eyes filling with tears she desperately tried to keep at bay. You shush her pulling her into your chest, giving her a hug.
"It's ok love, I think they knew." You comfort her. "I think they understood. Most of the time, the people we pine over already know we like them." You whisper to her. She tilts her head. The two of you go down the stairs.
"What do you mean?" She asks.
"Well, people we are close to know that we love them without us having to explicitly state that we do." You explain. "They might not know that you cared for them more than platonically, but they knew you cared. That's all that matters in my opinion." She nods.
"You sound like the wise wizard who told Arthur he could do it." You laugh.
"What you wanna call me Merlin then?" She nods.
"Yeah! It'll be our joke to keep!!" She exclaims. "We won't tell grumpy old Joel." You nod.
"OK, fine. I guess you can call me Merlin then." You agree. 
Not long after that conversation the three of you meet back up, guns and supplies packed in the back of the truck, a generator if you need it, and lots of canned goods. 
"Can Merlin drive Joel?" 
"Who the fuck is Merlin?" You wave at him. "I thought your name was-"
"It's Merlin now." You discretely nod to Ellie, trying to tell Joel to just let her have this. He nods. 
"Odd fuckin name. You're not a wizard." He scoffs. You smile. He was a softie at heart.
"So can they?" Ellie buts in.
"Can they what?"
"Drive?" 
"Fuck no." Ellie starts to protest but Joel talks over her. "They weren't even old enough to ride a scooter when the outbreak hit. There's no way." Ellie shrugs.
"You could teach them." Joel shakes his head. You nod. 
"It's OK Ellie we can sit in the back together and annoy the shit out of him." You say in exchange. She nods.
Ellie ended up sitting in the front for the first bit of the drive. She was so curious about the truck, she'd never been in a car before. And to be honest, you barely remember a time being in the car, you've always been on horseback or just walking while travelling. 
You went through the items you'd found at Bill and Frank's. A few being some skin magazines. You discretely put a comic book to cover the true book. You kept looking up at Joel as you looked through them, curiously peering at different parts of the bodies shown. 
He coughed and you jumped, throwing the magazine under the seat. 
"You ok back there Merlin? You look a bit sick." You nod. "You sure?" You nod again. 
"Just a little scared of the moving vehicle is all." He nods. 
"Try and put your head between your knees, even if you can't get it to touch your knees, the position still helps calm your stomach." You nod, doing as he told you. You'd already made the bit, might as well commit to it. "It's just motion sickness, it'll pass." You hum in understanding. His smooth accent was soothing to your ears, you wanted to hear more of it. 
"How long until we get there?" Ellie asked. Joel hummed. You decided you liked his hum.
"Maybe a few days." He mutters. "Used to be able to drive across the country in just 2 days. Might take a bit longer because of the infected and cars jammed in the roads." Ellie hums in answer. 
You slowly start to drift into sleep, being soothed by both the soft music playing, and Joel's voice softly humming to it. It was easy to find comfort in the man sat in the driver's seat, and you were glad he'd been the one chosen to take you and Ellie to the fireflies in the first place.
When you woke up, the car was stopping. It was dark outside. How long had you been asleep for?
"Mornin Merlin." Joel's voice softly spoke. "How was your sleep?" You nod.
"Alright I guess. Where are we?" 
"About 6 hours west of Boston." He says.
"Canada?" You ask with excitement.
"No, we went southwest. Can't chance crossing the border. There will be too many infected." You nod. 
"How long has she been asleep?" You nod to Ellie who'd fallen asleep in the passenger side. 
"Not long, maybe an hour, two?" He muses. You nod.
"Pull over." He pulls to the side of the road, efficiently parking the car. 
"What's goin' on?" He asked.
"I just gotta pee!" You say hurriedly as you open the car door and go into the bush a little. You quickly relieve yourself and walk back to the car. You watch as Joel carefully lifts Ellie, his body freezing for a second as he stares at her. You almost think he's gonna drop her, but he motions his head for you to open the back door. You move to help him, watching as his soft eyes don't leave where he was setting her down. He reached and buckled her body so she would slam into the seat when he drove.
After he was done, you could swear your heart melted. He was so sweet with her, almost as if he was her own father. You wondered if he had been a dad in his previous pre apocalyptic life.
When he set her down, he covered her up with the blanket you'd grabbed. He stared at her for a couple of minutes, unable to take his eyes away from her. You gathered that he'd indeed been a father before the apocalypse. He was a very closed book, and hard to read, yet there were little moments, like this one, that let you have a glimpse into what his mind held. You enjoyed these little glimpses. 
You watched as Joel then hopped into the passenger side. You furrowed your brows. Walking over to him before he closed the door. 
"What's going on? Are we stopping for the night?" He shakes his head. "I don't know what you want me to say." You admit.
"Get in the driver's seat idiot." He scoffs. Your face falls. 
"I'm gonna drive?" You were nervous. 
"Relax, I'm gonna be right beside you. But the truth is, we will last much longer if we switch off, yeah?" You nod.
"Yeah, ok that makes sense. Ok, let's do this." You pumped yourself up, walking to the driver's side and sitting in the seat, you quickly notice how uncomfortable it is. You have to understand comfortably grip the wheel. Joel laughs a little and reaches under you to move the bench. 
"You have to adjust it to be comfortable reach for your legs and arms." His arm was between you legs as he scooted the bench to where it needed to be. You looked a lot more comfortable at the wheel. "Good," he says, that one word making your blush deepen. "Now, take your foot and tap around as far as you can reach. Look at my hands." Joel moves his hands so hid left is sideways, and his right stays up the right way. "The one that feels like this one," he gestures his left hand "is the brake. You'll push that one when you want to slow down or stop." You nod. "And the one that feels like my right hand, that's the accelerator, or the gas. You hit that one to go. With both pedals you have to be careful as you don't want to scare yourself." You nod. Joel smiles at you, his face lightening up a little. "Are you ready?" You nod.
"Hells yeah!" He motions for you to drive. But you pause. Thinking fast. You kiss him on the cheek. His face goes confused. 
"Wha-" 
"It's a kiss. For luck." He nods, still a little shocked. He motions for you to drive. You slowly pull the shifter into drive, taking your foot off the brake, you start to move forward. You squeal as the car starts to veer to the side. Joel quickly pulls the steering wheel the proper position. You look at him with panic. 
"It's ok, the alignment is off, there's nothing we can do to fix that. You just have to trunk the wheel a little so the tyres stay straight." You nod, again taking off, adding some pressure onto the gas pedal, you smile as the car enters the road. Laughing as you drive. 
"I'm doing it!" You smile. He laughs softly, the car starts to move smoother, you just pressing on the peddle, making it go around 25mph.
"You can push it more Merlin, that's the magic of driving." You push the peddle more, going up to 60mph. "There you go! That's good!" Joel whoops quietly as you buzz in excitement. "You know what would make this better?"
"Hmm?" You answer.
"A nice cup of coffee." He admitted. You squeal. 
"Joel! There's some in the supplies!" He smiles wide at you. 
"I guess your goodluck kiss worked." He smiles at you, watching as you wiggle in your seat in embarrassment.
He leans over to give you a peek on the cheek, or so you thought. He actually reached across you for your seatbelt, clipping it in for you.  "Not gonna help you if we crash though." He informs you.
"Could've just kissed me. All the luck I need from you. You've survived 20 years of the apocalypse." He smiles.
"You have too. Look at us, two lucky ducks." You scoff.
"And a baby duck." You correct nodding your head to the back where Ellie was still sleeping. 
"Yeah, that's right. We'll drive all night, and tomorrow day. Then we'll camp out tomorrow night. Does that sound good?" You nod. "I'm gonna sleep then. When we stop. He says." You nod again.
About a half hour later, he was snoring beside you. You smile at his adorable sounds. You were infatuated with him. You loved how he treated you like an adult. The fireflies, especially Marlene saw you as a child. An accessory, a pawn. But Joel, he never knew you as a child. So bed never treat you like one. Although logically he was old enough to be your dad. You didn't want to think like that though.
You were startled out of your thoughts as the car began to sputter, jerking as it struggled. It scared you, you pulled to the side of the road like Joel had earlier and placed the shifter back into the P position. Your hands were shaking as you reached to wake Joel up.
"Joel!" You push his shoulder, he pushed you away. You pushed him again. "Joel get the fuck up I broke it!" You were terrified. Joel finally looks over at you and just stares at you. 
"What's goin on?" He said in his sleepy voice. You wanted to take his voice and play it over and over again on a loop in your brain. 
"I broke the truck!" Joel quickly looks at the dash and realizes what happened. He let's out a little laugh. You hit him again. "Don't laugh at me dick breath! This is serious." He frowns for a moment and laughs again. Stumbling out of the truck he gathers stuff from the bed, he places it on the ground and opened the door. 
"Watch your legs oh mystical one." He mocked, you frowned harder. His hand went below your leg and flipped a switch, he then pressed down on said switch and walked toward the back of the truck again. Within a few minutes he walked back to the front. "Alright Lucky, scoot over." He waved his hand, signalling you to move across the bench. You smile as you watch him restart the car and pull off the shoulder of the road. 
"You're pretty." You say. 
"You're stupid." You scoff, hitting his arm. 
"Thought I was lucky." You sass. He sighs, putting his hand up in defeat. You smiled at the victory.
"That sass'll get you into trouble." You smirked.
"Nah, that ass'll." You counter, he looks away. 
"OK, you got me. You win." He smiles at you. 
"Look at us, I got a great sass, and you got a beautiful ass." He sputters laughing hard as he registers what you'd said. 
"OK, you're done, you served me my ass on a silver platter." He said, ready to get this conversation over with, too flustered by you.
"Lemme just lick those fingers clean," you grab the hand that waved in your face as you started to talk. Your soft wet tongue filling the cracks between your fingers. Joel's eyes were dark, watching as the tip of your tounge peeked through his fingers. You looked at the road and panicked. "Joel! A deer!" He quickly swerved the car and avoided hitting the deer, the two of you very spooked. 
"Don't do that again." He warns, his voice deep as the two of you calmed down on the side of the road.
"Do what?" A small voice asked from the backseat. Ellie woke up from her sleep, startled awake from the erratic driving from just seconds prior. She stares at the two of you as Joel blankly blinks his eyes. 
"I poked his neck, and he glared at me and almost hit a deer." You lied smoothly. Joel nodded at you. "It was your fault anyways, you're the one that looked away from the road. You point out, double meaning laced in your words. Joel's eyes darken for a second. 
"Yeah, couldn't possibly be your fault for distracting me." He snaps back. 
"Oh stop being such a dick and suck it up." You huff, turning to the side and watching from the mirror, seeing Ellie roll her eyes and lay back down. 
 Joel also huffed and pulled the truck back to the road, driving steadily toward your destination. You lave your head against the window, watching as the dark forest zoomed past. Joel waited until he heard Ellies snore again before speaking. 
"What was that?" He whispered to you. You shrug.
"You're hot as hell, I'm a decent catch in the apocalypse. You want me? You got me." You say. He huffs.
"Never pegged you for a bed warmer." You scoff.
"Fuck off. Fucking dicknee!" You whisper shouted. 
"Dicknee?" He questions. You nod. "Did they not teach you proper insults at butterfly school?" He asks, genuinely curious.
"I didn't go to school." You answer. He nods. 
"Fucking explains it." He sighs. "Look, your insults are earaching." He starts, he lectures you most of the night on how insults are supposed to sound. You'd ended up falling asleep with your head resting on his shoulder due to sitting right close to him so you didn't disrupt Ellie.
The three of you had set up camp just outside the truck. Sleeping bags rolled out and ready. Though you didn't have one for yourself, you'd only had Bill and Frank's. Joel frowned as you just used a thin blanket. It was getting colder and colder at night.
"Hey Lucky," he grabs your attention. "Come here." He left no room for argument as he spread out his sleeping bag. When you came near him, he placed the blanket you had on the ground and pulled you down beside him. Laying on the blanket, with the sleeping bag pulled over the pair of you. You cuddled into him and surprisingly he allowed it. His arm wrapped around you, you swore you'd never felt safer. 
When you woke the next morning, your back was to his front, you could've stayed there for hours. You'd probably stay there for a bit longer, as the sun hasn't risen yet. You snuggle in closer to Joel, his arm was under your head, serving as your pillow. You pressed your nose into it, taking in his smell. It was so… woodsy. You imagine you don't smell great either.
The sun was just starting to rise as you felt Joel's arm tighten around you, you smile. Reaching up to touch his arm around your waist.
"Mornin old man." You whisper in your sleep groggy voice. 
"Morning wizard." His deadpanned reply makes you laugh. You feel him smile at you as he laughed as well.
"We should be getting up, yeah?" Joel nods. 
"You'll give me a hand?" Joel asked. You nodded.
Getting up, you pull Joel's own hand up with you. His other arm was asleep after being tucked under your head all night. 
"I'm gonna go take a leak, wanna grab that coffee you were telling me about?" You nod. 
You grabbed the coffee and the maker, and some food to warm on the small fire Joel was making. The two of you got busy making the coffee and warming the food. 
Soon Ellie woke up, and got in a small fight with Joel over the coffee smelling like burned shit. You smile warmly looking at the duo. Soon the three of you were on the road again. You sat in the front seat, Ellie in the back. You giggles as she disappeared into the floor. You felt Joel's hand rest on your knee as you were looking back at Ellie. Your head turned to meet Joel's eyes. He pointed out a very bad car wreck, the two of you silently agreed not to let Ellie know its there. You turn back to Ellie, encouraging her to get her book out of her bag, she instead found something interesting. It was the skin mag. Your eyes widen as she opens it. 
"Some interesting pictures." She says, that catches Joel's attention, as he looks back.
"Ellie, that ain't for kids." She ignored him, he looks to you. You shrug. 
"Woah!" She exclaims, you give in.
"Let me see." You say, you see Joel's exasperated face in your peripherals. "No, see. That's defiantly fake." Ellie looks at you. 
"How do you know?" She demands.
"Look there, that skinnis off a few shades. They put a different body on this one." She nods.
"Woah how's he walk around with that thing?!" She yelled as she unfolded the magazine. Joel looks at you again.
"Why are these pages sticking together." Joel just hums, unsure how to answer that. "Just joking, anyways by bo-" you grabbed the magazine from her before she could throw it out. They both look at you. 
"What? I heard these are hard to come by." They still look at you. "People have needs." You cross your arms.
Joel's hand had rested back on your knee. You bent to put the skin mag in the glove box, finding a few more in there. "Holy shit!" You gasped. Only you and Joel seen he laughed a little as you pushed it in the glovebox, clicking it shut.
The three of you came up on a car pile up. You sit up more, reaching your body to peck Joel on the cheek. His face darkens a bit more. "What?" 
"A kiss, for luck." Your eyes sparkle at him. Your intentions were pure. He smiles as he decides to go through the city. 
The peace didn't last long at all, as the three of you pass by the Quarantine zone a man stumbles in the middle of the road. You look to Joel. He shakes his head.
"Ellie, seatbelt." 
"Aren't we going t-" 
"Seatbelt, now." You cut her off, she nods. Joel presses the gas and takes off toward the supposed injured man, he jumps out of the way, but shots statt to ring out, bullets digging into the truck at all angles shattering the glass of windows and the windshield. 
"Oh fuck!" You yell as the truck swerved into a laundromat. 
The airbag failed, but surprizing because of the age of the car. Your head smashed against the dashboard, blood running down your forehead, your whole face practically dripping in it as you look around you rapidly.
"Joel! Ellie!" You heard Joel grunt. "Ellie!" Her head popped out from behind Joel's seat. 
"I'm ok!" She returned. Looking to Joel, you can see a superficial cut on his cheek, and a few patches of blood on his clothes. You hurry and pull them out of the truck, Joel grabbing the gun as he goes. He had the only gun. 
There were multiple shots fired as the three of you huddled behind the truck. You watched as Joel seen a hole in the wall, shooing Ellie to go through the hole. She shakes her head. 
"Ellie, go!" You urge her. She looks at the both of you before she takes off. Joel shooting the men as you distract them. 
You don't know how it happened, but Joel was pinned. He was under som 20 something kid, probably just younger or just older than you, he was choking the air out of Joel, you were sitting there, the blood loss making you dizzy as fuck, you tried to get up to help but couldn't. You looked away and heard a shot. Then the boy begging for his life. Joel shot him. The kid was dead.
"Merlin!" 
The world faded out.
When you next woke up, Ellie was asleep on the floor of what looked like an untouched apartment. Your head stung like a bitch and when you looked around you seen Joel laying toward the door. You sigh, moving to check on Ellie, she was fine, she didn't feel cold. You moved to Joel, finding yourself being cold, you dropped yourself behind him, cuddling into his back. You drift back into sleep
"Joel!" You hear, "Joel!" You feel more than see the man get up. 
He sits up abruptly. Then freezes, you can just barely see his face. It was pulled in the most terrifying look you'd seen. You started to sit up with him, still a little dizzy. You miss most of the conversation, focused on holding Joel's arm for support. 
He lightly pushes you, probably not wanting you near him. You let go and reach to touch your face.
"Don't do that." An unfamiliar voice said. You look and see a young man standing with a gun to Ellies head.
"Hey what the fuckfly are you doing?" You demanded. Going to stand up, Joel holds your sleeve. "Whag the shit are you doing! Put your fucking gun down or you'll know the meaning of hurt." You threatened. Joel pulls your sleve more and you lean into him. It was then you realized that you were falling away from him.
You leaned agaisnt him still glaring at the man behind Ellie. You realized after a while he'd had a child with him. You didn't see children with the people attacking you.  
"Joel." You whisper, his chest moves a bit and you know he's answered you non-audibly. "He's got a kid. He's not one of the people trying to kill us." You whisper. You feel another non-audible answer. He knows. 
"You're gonna help us get out of the city. And we're gonna show you where to go." After a few close calls, of either getting caught by the usperpers or the runners.
You lean against Joel as you walk through the underground, finding a housing development with toys on the floors and rules on the walls. You smile as you sit on a chair much smaller than meant for someone your size. It was comfortable enough you muse.
You watch as Ellie and Sam play, Sam teaching Ellie some sign language. You'd learned some while in the Boston QZ, it was a good little pass time, and you could speak to the elderly better. Most lost their hearing and since the death of technology there haven't been working hearing aids in a decade. 
One of your favourite pastimes was to sit and talk to the elderly. You remember a conversation you'd had with a little old lady, the sound of her laugh, something she'd not heard herself in over 5 years, it was a beautiful laugh, you loved making people happy. Smiles and laughs were some of the most beautiful things you could fathom existing in this world. 
"You ok?" The man, Henry had asked you.
"Don't." Joel responded. The man looked at him almost with irritation.
"They can speak for themselves." He retorted. 
"M'fine." You butted in, trying to keep the peace. You look at the man now, his face is worried, you don't think for you, but maybe for the unsure future of Sam. He didn't want you to become even more deadweight. You couldn't take the man's inquisitive stare, moving your head to look up at Joel. You lean back against him. He faux groaned at the additional weight you'd leaned against him. "Oh fuck off old man, you carried me up stairs recently. Like 40 flights." His chest moved a little at your crass tone. 
"Yeah, and your ass was heavy when I did that too." You fake gasp.
"wow, étaient juste grossiers tout d'un coup." He looked at you for a second.
"Is that French?" You shrug.
"Is that a problem?" 
"I don't speak French." 
"What do you speak? Cowboy?" You teased.
"I spoke Spanish quite a bit before the outbreak." You nod.
"It's sister language is French. At least that's what the old ladies told me." You spoke.
"They taught you?" You nod.
"So Spanish eh?" He nods.
"Eres muy guapa." You tell him, tripping on the words. He hums.
"No, it's guapo. Hard 'o' at the end. Guapa is feminine." He informs. You nod.
"Eres muy guapo." He nods again.
"Muy bien, suerte." You smile.
"Danke." You reply. He smiles. 
"That's German." His smile is more slick. Like he's caught you red handed.
"You try and keep up with caring for the elderly at like 12." You retort. He laughs a little. Henry joins in. 
The five of you stayed in the settlement a few hours, waiting for it to get dark outside, you ended up cuddled into Joel, both his arms around you, holding you. One hand had found purchase on your mid thigh. You grinned as you pushed your face into his chest. 
"Should've grabbed one of those skin mags before leaving the truck behind." You joked, hearing Henry laugh. "Nah I should've grabbed all of them. You know how many playboys and playgirls, and men's magazines there were? Should've grabbed them all up." You exclaimed. Henry laughs again.
"Why would you want porn, when you have Mr. Grump." You sputter for a second, feeling Joels thumb lightly rub your thigh, trying to comfort you.
"Porn is a normal and completely valid thing to want." He nods. 
"Where'd you say that truck was?" 
The three of you laugh, more so you and Henry, but Joel's chest gave way a little. 
The five of you soon left the settlement, the sky being dark outside, you walked down a neighbourhood street, something you didn't see very often in the QZ, it was mostly city blocks. You held onto Joel's sleeve most of the walk, his hands resting on the long rifle he carried. He looked hot.
"Hey old man." You mumble, your worn out state still causing you to be groggy, you'd probably had a concussion.
"Yeah?" He replied. 
"You're warm." Your face pushed into his jacket, the warmth you felt from him unlike any other feeling. 
He laughs.
You barely follow along as Henry guides you through the neighborhood, turning onto a street just in time for a shot to ring out, hitting close to you. Joel throws you against the car, you were between he and Ellie, Henry and Sam right beside Joel.
"Alright, I'm gonna go around, you four distract them." Joel says. You grab his sleeve. 
"Kiss me." You said, he blinked at you. "Just once." He still didn't budge. "For luck." He gives you a peck on your forehead. You pout. "That doesn't give much luck." You pointed out. 
"Maybe not, but there's a guy shootin at us right now." And like that he's off.
"You'll owe me a proper one when you're done!" You yell after him, he waves you off. 
Not long after, the shooting stops, and you hear Joel yelling. It was too late. You seen the trucks, the hoards of people. You stiffen. You quickly tell Henry you have to move. You grab Ellie and he grabs Sam. The four of you hide behind a old van, taking cover where you could.
You listen as the leader of the KC revolt speaks, trying to get Henry to come give himself up. Eventually he stands and she points her gun at him. You stand too, motioning for Sam and Ellie to stay down.
"Don't!" You say, walking forward, her gun trains on you. 
"Who the fuck are you? Did you kill my son?" You put your hands up.
"No, but I wish I did." You say, her guns safety clicks off. 
"What the fuck did you just say?"
"You heard me. If he's any of the bitch you are, hunting down a man and his sick brother. And what fucking for huh?" You were standing directly in front of Henry now. "Because blood was spilled? Last I checked, you had a kid of your own, before my kid killed him." You said boldly. She stepped forward even more. 
"Wh-" 
"Go on, kill me." Her eyes narrowed, trying to figure out why you would sacrifice yourself for a child and a man you barely knew. "You kill me, but you let my guys go. You hear me?" She shakes her head.
"I can't d-" the ground started to rumble just as she pointed the gun back at Henry. 
You seen it happen, the explosion of runners. You grabbed Henry and ran back to Ellie and Sam. Shots were fired at runners and clickers that were close to you. You knew Joel had gotten the gist of what had happened. You trusted him, he'd get you out there safe. Or at least Ellie out of there safe. 
"OK Ellie! Climb in there, I'll take out as many as I can, you'll be safe in the van." You rushed your words, handing her a knife she didn't recognize. "Keep yourself safe." And with that you were gone and she was in the van. You ran into the mess of men women and dead. You run toward infected, stabbing one after another, with the long dagger like knife you had.
You fought your way over to where you last seen Sam and Henry, clearing the infected around the car they were trapped under and pulling them up. You look around and seen the large Bloater come out of the ground, ploughing into people and infected alike, tearing limbs from bodies. 
You pull Henry and Sam toward where you left Ellie, the three of you meet up with Joel and are almost out of the neighbourhood when they lady from earlier pulls a gun on the five of you. She wasn't long for the world as an infected launched at her and started to pull her apart.
Joel pulled you 5 out of the neighbourhood and out of the city. You all eventually settled in a motel room, the two children converging in the separated bedroom. You smile at the two adults, after you cooked the 4 of your people dinner, you were relaxing in the main room. 
Joel stayed his distance from you, but came close to you not much later. Moving your shirt and jacket various ways, you gather he was checking fir bites, the whole time you stared up at him in wonder. 
"Looks like your good luck kiss worked." You poke. He smiles, almost unconvincingly. "I'm glad it did. That bloater, everything could've gone from bad to worse fast." He nods.
"I'm glad you stayed safe," he acknowledges. "When you weren't with Ellie-" 
"Oh don't worry old man." You pat his chest. "I'd never do anything that put her at risk." He nods again.
"I was worried about you. I ca-" He cut himself off. 
"Don't worry Joel, you won't be alone taking care of a teenage girl anytime soon." He smiles.
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Secrets and Trust
A/N: This is my first ‘song fic’, and boy was it a rollercoaster of emotions. Not sure why I wrote this, and I’ll probably delete it later, but for now I’ll share it with the masses. Please note, this is kind of sad and horribly written.
Warnings: MDNI, 18+ only, reader is the middle sibling of T'Challa and Shuri, Song fic [Lift me up], not alpha/beta read, angst, a lot of angst, sadness, so much sadness, in universe death, BPWF spoilers, non-gender specific, one curse word, mild gaslighting (?), alludes to drowning, implied smut, T’Challa might be OOC, K’uk’ulkan might be OOC, family hurt, slice of life (?), enemies to lovers to enemies to lovers. Again(?), I used the original script for some parts
A/N2: If I missed anything, just let me know. I usually write WOC fics, so this is my first non-gendered fic, I hope I did alright.
A/N3: All rights to Ryan Coogler and everyone that helped him make this wonderful movie. Song credit to Rihanna and co.
K'uk'ulkan/Namor x POC!Sibling!Reader
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“No matter what happens, I will always be with you.”
That’s what my brother said— that’s what he’s said since the day I was born. A promise he has kept, no matter what.
Lift me up
Hold me down
“Come, jump in! I will catch you, I promise!” 
His smile— bright, shining, radiant, warm… full of mischievousness.
“You are lying, T’Challa!” I shout back, a smile ever present on my face.
“Aye, what are you talking about? I would never, scout's honor.” He salutes me, standing up straight, but I just shake my head.
“You have never been a boy scout, T’Challa!” 
The river we were swimming in was full of joy and laughter. 
My heart never felt so full.
Keep me close
Safe and sound
“It’s okay, it’s alright.” My brother holds me closely as the realization of our Baba’s death finally takes its toll on me. I was so strong for so long, fighting the pain I felt— being the emotional rock for our baby sister, but seeing his sarcophagus being taken from us to the Hall of the Kings, sent me over the edge.
I cried for days.
Burning in a hopeless dream
Hold me when you go to sleep
Keep me in the warmth of your love
When you depart, keep me safe
Safe and sound
“Are you alright?” T’Challa’s soft voice breaks the silence that I’ve been trying to hide in. When I don’t answer him, he turns me over to look at him. Tears, still running down my face, tell him all he needs to know. Wrapping me in a tight hug, he lets me cry until I can’t cry anymore.
It feels like hours go by before I finally speak.
“Is it really true?” My voice is hoarse, tears dried on my face.
“… It is.” His voice is as soft as ever.
“And you are sure there is no cure?”
He doesn’t answer right away, only sighs, staring up at the ceiling as we lay side-by-side. That’s all I need to know, I can feel the tears beginning to form in my eyes again.
But I fight them, clearing my throat, I ask the question that tips the scales.
“And you want me to keep it a secret?”
Now he looks at me, sadness in his eyes, regret in his body language.
“It is wrong for me to put such a burden on you, but mother and Shuri are not ready for this. They will never rest to fight this illness, and I will not live the rest of my days in a bed. I am the Black Panther— and I will be the Black Panther until I cannot. My duty is to my country, my people, and my family. One little illness— curable or not— will not change that fact.”
My lip quivers, as a tear rolls by, wiping it away fiercely I ask, “How… how long?”
“About a year.” 
The tears all but gushed out my eyes as I hugged him tightly, all the jokes we’ve made about him losing weight, being the skinniest Black Panther to have ever lived. Even about M’Baku using him as a toothpick after he is done eating his vegetables, all came rushing back as the news of his illness hits me twice over. 
“I am so sorry, my brother.”
“What for?” He pulls back with a confused smile.
“All the insensitive jokes we’ve made. They were wrong, uncalled-for, and I am sorry.”
“Don’t be.” His smile— as bright as the sun, as calm as the sea.
“… We only have a year?”
“Yes.”
Nodding my head, I look at him with conviction, “Then let’s make the most of it.”
Lift me up
Hold me down
Keep me close
“You should be resting!” I hiss at him, but he just smiles, leading me to a small house.
“There will be plenty of time for that, but first you must meet someone— someone important to me.” Again with that warm smile, I simply smile back as we walk into this unknown house, “What does a man have to do around here to be welcomed?”
“T’Challa, what are you—” I start to chide my brother, when the sound of running feet and a child’s voice interrupt me.
“Baba!” 
A small boy runs into my brother’s arms, hugging him tightly. Shocked, I simply stare at the two, and when they look at me… it’s the same smile, the same eyes, the same warmth.
“Oh… T’Challa.”
Safe and sound
…“You said, ‘no matter what happens, you’ll always be with me’… but I can’t feel you anymore, brother. Your warmth is gone, your family is lost without you, your mother and baby sister are full of regret and guilt because of your secret. Your smile is gone, your soul is gone, and I don’t know what to do. How am I supposed to go on, when you never told me what to do when you are gone?! How am I supposed to be strong?! That was you, I, I can’t do this on my own… I need help, T’Challa. Please, bring me a sign— a sign that tells me you are here with me, guiding and helping me. I beg you, brother, do not abandon me.”… 
The cool night air hits me, making me shiver as my small fire has died down. I made my way to a secluded part of the river tribe, trying to understand why my brother did things the way he did; from keeping his illness a secret, to his son. 
I know why, but… why? 
Why have me keep all these secrets, why put that much faith and trust in me? Why leave me so soon? Why couldn’t we have more time?! Why was he taken from us?!
“WHY?!” My scream travels across the water, my knees give out as I sob on the shore.
Then there’s a sound.
Fluttering.
Bird wings…           
“…what…” Looking up, I see the bird—well, it's not a bird. It’s a man… a man with wings on his ankles, “What…?”
I should be worried, I should be terrified, I should be calling for the Dora Milaje, but I don’t. I stare at this man, this otherworldly being, with confusion and wonder. Who is he? Where did he come from? — He’s wet, did he swim here? Is he a fish? —A fish with wings? Are there others like him? Is he alone? Why are his clothes so ancient looking?
Then he laughs.
Realization sets in, I’ve said all this out loud.
Embarrassment takes hold of me, I cast my eyes to the sand beneath me, “I am sorry, stranger.”
“You are not at fault, Querido.” (Dear one) His voice is a calm baritone, his eyes as dark as onyx, his smile… as radiant as the sun.
Awestruck, I simply stare up at his man. His smile widens, and I have to look away, remembering myself.
“I’m sorry.” Bashful, I cover my face.
“Again, you did nothing wrong.”
A sense of peace fills my spirit, one I haven’t felt in a long time; all thanks to this stranger, I finally feel safe.
Drowning in an endless sea
Take some time and stay with me
Keep me in the strength of your arms
Keep me safe
“Really?! Threats! That’s how you introduce yourself to my mother, are you crazy?!” My voice echoes off of the cave walls. I know full well that Attuma and Namora are standing right outside his hut, but I couldn't care less, “My mother, my sister– hell, even the council are losing their minds on what to do about you!”
He had been silent the whole time I was ranting— a good 5 minutes— but at the mention of the council, his eyes burn.
“My instructions were simple.” His voice is calm, but there’s an edge to it that angers me further, “This proves that Wakanda cannot be trusted.”
“Trust?!” My anger spills over, “How can you speak of trust when YOU threatened MY family, and my country?! How can you sit here, in your hidden little hut, painting your little pictures, living in your perfect little world when you barely give my family time to process the existence of a whole civilization living underwater?! You speak of trust, but show none— you haven’t given us a reason to trust you?!”
Not missing a bit, he replies, “Have I not trusted you? Did I not bring you here, to my people, my kingdom, my home— treated you with the utmost respect, deserving of a god, sheltered you when you needed an escape from your ‘home’? Tell me, In yakunaj.” (My love)
I see red, “This coming from the man who still has not told me his name.”
“I have told you—”
“—No,” I hold up my finger, stopping any more words from falling from his lips, “No, you told me what your people call you, what your enemies call, but never have you told me what your friends call you— what your mother called you.” 
My voice grows soft towards the end, but where I’ve calmed down, he’s picked up; a blind man can see the anger in his face. I’ve stepped too far over the line, and the caves are quiet, too quiet. No one says anything, no one breathes too loudly. As time stretches on, it dawns on me that I was never meant to know his name. 
Casting my eyes to the ground, I nod in understanding, walking to the hut opening. Looking over my shoulder, I hold my head up high, fighting tears.
“I’m sorry.”
This time, he didn’t forgive me, this time he didn’t stop me.
This time he didn’t save me.
Safe and sound
… Sirens, singing, floods, screams, pain, panic, death— all of it surrounds me, all of it chases me.
There is no escaping it.
No Black Panther.
No warriors.
No winged god to take me away.
Just fear, snaking round my throat, closing tightly around me until I can’t breathe. 
Right when I think I’m going to pass out from the shock of it all, he shows up.
Still as breathtaking as the day I met him— still as deadly. 
And his eyes.
Vengeance, revenge and… regret…?
My mother stands tall, Riri is scared, I… I don’t know what to feel.
… Water, screams, broken glass, cold water, no air… it’s too much
And yet.
Not enough…
… Opening my eyes, I cough, spitting out copious amounts of water. It burns so much, my eyes are stinging, my ears are ringing. I hear Shuri screaming, but I’m too dazed to process it; until my vision clears, landing on our mother.
“You did this!”
“It could have been different.”
“Bury your dead, mourn your losses. In one week’s time, I will return with my entire army.”
“Where are you, T’Challa?”
Lift me up
Hold me down
Keep me safe
Safe and sound
“Wakanda only needs one Black Panther, and you made it, Shuri.” My sister looks at me shocked, “If it weren’t for you, we wouldn’t have this, you take it.”
“But… but how can I be… You are next in line.”
“And as the next in line, I am telling you to take the herb, take up the mantle of the Black Panther, protect our people because I cannot.” Fighting tears, I push the herb in her hands closer to her, “There is too much— too much you do not know, and I cannot with good conscience take this herb. Please, sister, do not make me take it.”
Shuri can see how difficult this is for me, and nods, assuring me that she will do her best.
“That is all I ask for, my dear sister.”
Burning in a hopeless dream
Hold me when you go to sleep
Keep me safe
We need light, we need love
The sound of the battlefield was all I could hear; that and the pumping of my blood  in my ears. I’ve always known the Talokanil were skilled fighters, but never did I think I’d be fighting against them. Many I’ve clashed my blade with were friends of mine, but in war, there are none.
We are enemies… oh how I wish it were different. This is not how it should be.
Then my sister’s Sunbird comes by, her helmet is off, her stance is strong.
And next to her… is him.
“Talokan, retírar a! Volvamos tin wotoch. K ba'ate'lo' waye' ts'o'ok u beetik.” (Talokan, stand down! Let us return home. Our fight here is done.)
A feeling of relief washes over me, I look at my sister as she salutes us, “WAKANDA FOREVER!”
“WAKANDA FOREVER!!” We echo back victorious. Our enemies— no, our new allies make their way back home, and I’m left feeling empty. Their king is the last to leave, our eyes never meeting, words never exchanged. My sister knows something is wrong, even when we get back home.
Then I tell her.
I tell her everything.
From T’Challa’s secrets, to my affair with the underwater king.
She leaves… angry, confused, sad, and feeling very much alone.
I thought it best that I leave Wakanda for a bit, but where would I go? My life is here, and yet… it doesn’t feel like home anymore.
Nakia offered me a room in her house in Haiti, but I couldn’t go there, not while my sister is clearing her head there.
So I begin walking along the riverbank, I watch the sunset, feeling a rush of emotions— good and bad.
…“Brother…” My eyes are closed as I feel a breeze blow by, “Thank you. Thank you for your protection, your love, and for keeping your word… I was too focused on my anger and pain to realize that you were here the whole time. You have guided me, challenged me, and made me strong— stronger than I could ever imagine, and for that I thank you.”
Sitting down in the sand, I dig my toes in it, drawing nonsensical patterns, “My days seemed so grim and dark without you here, but I finally am starting to feel the sun again. It’s light, finally making these bones warm again… I do hope you forgive me for telling Shuri everything, she was less than pleased, and rightfully so. I wish you could have met… him, though. If you were here, there may not have been a war to begin with… I miss you, T’Challa, and I miss him.”
Bringing my knees to my chest, I cry.
I’ve been doing so much of that lately, it’s annoying, it makes me angry— it makes me feel weak.
And yet I cannot stop.
I’ve heard that crying is supposed to be therapeutic, that it makes you feel better afterward, but I only feel sad and foolish.
Only my brother wiping away my tears, telling me everything is going to be alright made me feel better, but he isn’t here anymore.
So I cry more.
“I-I know… I have to move on, I have to let you go but—” The warmth of the sun is gone, and back is the darkness that has had a hold on me creeps in, “I need help, I need strength… and forgiveness.”
“You have done nothing that requires forgiveness, Ch'ujuk.” (Sweet one)
My head snaps up at the voice, the voice I’ve heard more times than I should have. The voice that made me cry with laughter, and cry with anger and hate.
He sits next to me, staring out at the water; his clothes are that of a poor man, bandage on his foot from where my sister clipped him.
“My, how the mighty have fallen…” I couldn't help myself, and he doesn’t say anything. Just glances at me, giving me a weak laugh, “… I’m—”
“I swear, if you apologize one more time, I—” Now he turns to me, annoyance in his features as I snap back, because I want him to finish his sentence.
“—You’ll what, fishman?”
A challenge is what I’ve presented him with, one he’s faced many times before, all ending the same way.
Me beneath him, in the best of ways… but that was before.
Now we stare at each other, debating on what to do next. Do we give in? Do we act as if that war from a few weeks ago never happened? The words that were said… the actions, and consequences of those actions.
No.
It won’t ever be the same.
And it will only get harder. 
“… I should have listened to you.” His voice and words catch me off guard, “There was a better way to make myself known to your people and your family. It never should have gotten that far, and I…”
I watch him closely, waiting to hear the words, so I can tell him to fuck off and dry out on a beach somewhere, but as the seconds tick on it gets suffocating. 
Tears are in his eyes, “I am sorry, U Majestad (Your majesty). I was scared, rash, and reckless. I should have consulted you— shown you trust…”
lift me up in your arms
“It doesn’t matter now, does it… Namor?”
The pain etched on his face at the use of that name riddles me with guilt. But he deserves it, and he knows it.
(Hold me down) I need love, I need love, I need love
Lifting an arm out to me, he watches me with bated breath, hoping I’ll accept his side hug.
And against my better judgment, I do.
(Keep me close) hold me, hold me
Warmth, safety, sunshine— sunrise and sunset.
(Safe and sound) hold me, hold me, hold me, hold me
More tears. More crying.
But this time… comfort.
(Lift me up) hold me, hold me, hold me, hold me
“You can hate me for all eternity. I deserve that, and more— but please… do not call me that name.”
I nod, trying not to sob uncontrollably, “What should I—”
I’m silenced with a kiss, a soft one that turns mournful and needy rather quickly. He kisses the air out of my lungs, and I have to push him back to take a much-needed breath.
A sound of discontent leaves him, but he kisses the tip of my nose, resting his forehead against mine.
“Ch’ah Toh Almehen.”
(Hold me down) hold me, hold me
“What?” I say breathlessly.
“My name.” He runs his thumb across my cheek, “Ch’ah Toh Almehen.”
I place my hand over his, pull my head back, staring at him, completely beside myself. After a year of being with him, telling him my heart's desires, my hopes and dreams, never did I think I’d hear him tell me his name.
His name.
Smiling, tears run down my face again as I hug and kiss him.
“I like it…”
His smile is bashful, warm and inviting. Leaning in to kiss him again, I whisper.
(Keep me safe) we need light, we need love
“Ch’ah Toh Almehen.”
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The end (Horrible, I know)
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unexpectedgeese · 1 year
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Fate is already decided, is the thing. The giants of Gigantomachia have already lost. Secretive Plotter has already lost everything. 999th YJH has already died. Orpheus has already killed his father. And there is no undoing any of that; The stories that unfold on the page are immutable. These people have wounds, and they can’t be healed.
The Star Stream is a system built for tragedy. Again and again incarnations have thrown themselves at impossible dreams of a happy ending; and every time they die for it. There are hundreds of regressions, thousands of victims, a million stories unfolding— Every last one a tragedy.
Is there meaning in a story with a fixed end? The incarnations write their own downfalls, bound into tragedy by an impassive system. Yoo Joonghyuk dies again and again, eventually succumbing to overwhelming despair.
You cannot change the past. You can’t rewrite a story that’s already been written.
You can read it, though. And that’s the point— the entire point of a story is to be read. To read a story is to understand, to love, to pick through a lifetime of suffering and find the good in it; To take that story with you when you write your own.
And what then? What if every story is meant for one reader? What if that reader writes their own story in turn, influenced by their predecessors, bringing those scavenged bits of hope along?
If every story is told and listened to, every failure a building block of some unseen future, are we still writing a tragedy? When that original story is  built on, bookmarked and dog-eared and woven into a final epilogue, is it still a record of hopelessness— or is it a way to survive?
Every story has a flaw. This means that every story can be completed. If reader, writer, and protagonist all band together and just try to reach the ending— 10 times, 100 times, 1000 times, each one compounding on the next— What will happen?
These people can’t be healed. But they can be saved. You cannot change the past, but you can change the future. You cannot rewrite a story, but you can give it an epilogue.
We are not reincarnators, or regressors, or returnees. But if we tell our stories, isn’t it a similar thing?
#orv#omniscient reader's viewpoint#orv meta#analysis#long post#look man I reread ch. 334 of ORV today and I had Thoughts so I wrote this#but like MAN this specific thing is like there's so much of it!!#this is why they write ORV. this is why they write WoS. This is what Yoo Sangah references in her one speech to#that one historical grade constellation early on#When secretive plotter asks why it couldn't have been him this is why!!!#bc without his story nobody would've gotten this far#this is how the reader writer protag thing works on a non-magical level!#the protagonist who suffers the tragedy#the writer who tells it#and the reader who listens!#This is why you can't write a new story-- bc history is MEANT to be learned from and you have to do that to reach a happy ending!!#This is why KDJ calls himself a reincarnator that one time!#this is ALSO why he doesn't rewrite anything when he reaches the final wall--#bc to do so would be to disregard the lives of the people he loves so much.#by creating a false myth-- by editing the contents for his own peace of mind#and becoming not a reader but an editor#MAN actually getting this thing to be coherent was a mess tho#I had the vibes in my brain for MONTHS#and I could only really articulate it on the reread bc so much of ORV's thematic weight is literally just said directly#if it wasn't so damn LONG it would be the least subtle book alive#AND ALSO this heavily relates into a lot of personal arcs for our gang#esp. KDJ's struggles with reading#bc!! You can understand someone through a story but not all the way#bc there's a WALL in the way#(hence 'reading together')
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blurry-nova · 2 years
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God I hate how hard it is to find reader inserts that have he/him and/or they/them pronouns in certain fandoms. It seems like if any fic doesn't specifically tag the work as male or gender neutral I have to assume its for female identifying readers and it feels so fucking exclusive.
I don't think its wrong to have the reader be AFAB, mostly cause I know the majority of people who read and/or write this types of fics identify as that, but goddammit it isn't really fair how people don't need to tag the fics as female reader inserts like we have to for male/gender neutral reader inserts. Its default to presume the works are for female identifying readers unless tagged otherwise.
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Hey there. I have been struggling with severe boughts of body dysmorphia and with it some awful depression. Can I get one of the Papas (I don't care which one) comforting their S/O who is struggling to look at themselves in the mirror and who can't stand the sight of themselves in anything more than baggy clothing that hides the curves and rolls?
❤️‍🔥 Hey my sweet Anon ghestie,
I too have issues with disliking the way I look and have a lot of body image issues. I am so sorry for the delay in your ask. I hope you can forgive me. Please enjoy this SFW answer….but if you want please message me…I will turn in my Anon asks for a bit so if you want the continued NSFW conclusion just let me know (also if you want it as a male/female reader, etc.) 💚
Remember you are beautiful. 💚💚
You Bewitch Me
Also available here on AO3!
Commissions still open, see pinned post for more information
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You sat scrunched up on the tile floor. Your favorite hoodie, acting as your shield as you buried your tear-stained eyes into your knees. You felt your sorrow beginning to seep through, it was too much today. Your pain was getting harder to mask, loathing the image staring back at you from within the mirror.
So here you were, in the ground floor siblings bathroom, trying somehow to disappear beneath the familiar fabric. You attempted to compose yourself, failing miserably as the tears poured from your eyes and drained down your throat. You heard footsteps in the hall just outside the door, picking yourself up quickly to hide in a stall. You could tell from the timbre of the throat clearing, who had come inside.
It was Secondo, Papa Emeritus the second, and most importantly—your lover. It was unusual for him to be in the sibling bathrooms, yet here he was washing his hands and humming quietly to himself as you sat tucked inside the stall. You heard the squeak of the faucet turning back off and a rustling of paper towels, letting out a sigh. Had you gone unnoticed? You asked yourself, convinced you'd heard the door swing shut.
You sniffled back only to hear an abrupt knock at the stall door. "What's wrong tesoro? I know you're in here." Secondo asked. It was too late to pretend, your face spoke volumes and you knew the second you opened the door he could tell you've been crying. You carefully unlocked the stall door, worried he'd barge in before you were ready—but he didn't.
"Sec—Secondo?" You asked, wondering if it was actually him. Your Papa was usually the strong stoic type. Not one for sentiment or softness, but when you looked into his mismatched eyes you saw something behind them you'd never seen before–compassion.
"Amore, what are you doing crying in the bathroom stall?" He asked you, his voice tender and gentle as it reached your ears. So different from the expected tone you were so used to.
"I'm not…" you began, knowing as the words left your lips, that even you wouldn't believe them.
"So quando nascondi qualcosa amore mio. Ora sputalo fuori." Secondo ordered, using his thumb to wipe away the tears from your cheek. You allowed him to caress your face softly in his hand. The warmth radiating from his touch was so comforting and reassuring.
"I just–I just hate my body Papa. How can you look at me and find anything about me attractive? I feel disgusted with myself. I only see rolls and…"
"Stop right there tesoro." Secondo commanded, his tone now more how you'd remembered. "I will not have you saying such wicked things about yourself in my presence—or any other time." He chided.
"I'm sorry I just…just can't stand it." You cried, Secondo pulling you tightly to him. You felt his heart beating against you. His hand rubbing your back as you sobbed into his chest. He knew that you were hurting, and watching you—the one he loved above all things suffering, broke his heart.
"Amore mio, look at me please." He asked you. You pulled back a bit from his embrace to look into his eyes. He had a smile on his face, one full of compassion and love. One you knew you could rely on to help you through even the darkest of days.
"Yes Papa." You answered, attempting to smile back, but the pain was still present on your face.
"I know you think this is true, tesoro. That you are somehow ugly or unworthy, but I beseech you to hear me out sí?" He asked you as you nodded your head in reverence. Your gaze fell to the floor, but Secondo would not have it. He brought your chin back up and made you face him.
"Yes Papa." You said once more, ready to hear whatever it was he had to say.
"I lust for every last inch of you, your beautiful body calls to me. The urge I have to commit a sinful display of my need for you is so great… that at times I have trouble making it through Mass when you are among the pews. My beloved everything about you is nothing but beauty. You bewitch me with every strand of your hair, every curve of your body, every dimple in your flesh. I desire you. But most importantly tesoro, is that you are all these things on the inside as well."
His words felt like a warm blanket, wrapping you in them as he comforted you. Secondo was not one to sugar coat or lie. If he said something, it was meant with conviction and integrity. He knew that he could see things in you that you could not see yourself, and that he would spend the rest of his days helping you see past your own self-doubt. You pulled him into you this time, hugging him so tight he struggled to breathe.
"Secondo, Papa…thank you for seeing in me what I couldn't see in myself. And thank you for giving me the courage to pull myself out of the darkness." You said, bringing his lips to yours. The sweet feel of them as they pressed into you, paradise. His hand finding its way to the meat of your ass and giving it a squeeze. You giggle through your remaining tears as you pull away from his embrace a moment to look at him.
"Now come with me tesoro…let me show you just how much I worship that body–that soul of yours, sí." He said, a hint of command in his tone. You followed, feeling the heat burning in your gut, knowing that he would do exactly as he said.
Notes:
So quando nascondi qualcosa amore mio. Ora sputalo fuori. -I know when you are hiding something my love. Now spit it out.
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[Blury image of 2 very worried seeming zourark, they're trying to find somthing, evidently very panicked]
Found this Polaroid that was taken of my ma and pa when I was grabbed, do you recognize them?
Um. Hm. I can definitely pass it to my brother, and see if he recognizes anyone? I'm a bit worse with faces in the group.
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standfucker · 1 year
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Concept: post-SDC Jotaro/Reader fic where a new threat emerges in the form of an enemy stand user that is turning people into werewolves.
Jotaro gets hit by the stand and you have to figure out how to deal with him turning into a mindless killing machine every night the moon is out as well as defeating the stand user and curing the afflicted. It is all an excuse to write monsterfucking. The enemy stand's name is Beastie Boys.
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stardustedsins · 1 year
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This is just some domestic Hol/reader fluff <3
You wake up slowly, brow wrinkling as you feel a warm hand brush the hair from your forehead. 
“Mornin’, sweetheart.” Hol smiles at you.
“Mm…morning.” You roll over to face him. “Were you just watching me sleep?” 
“Can’t a guy admire his pretty partner?” You could say the same of him, with his hair fanned over the pillow, a little mussed from sleep. He’d gone to bed shirtless like he usually does on warm nights, so you have a nice view of his pecs where the blankets aren’t pulled up over them. He may not be some chiseled model type, but you think he’s perfect just the way he is.
You snuggle closer, pressing against that warm chest. He wraps an arm around you, resting his chin on your head.
“Are we not gettin’ up, then?” You can feel the rumble of his voice in his chest.
“Not yet.” You mumble into a pec, and he chuckles. You close your eyes, and with Hol as your pillow, you find yourself drifting off again. 
When you wake up for the second time a few hours later, Hol is asleep and snoring lightly. You don’t have anywhere to be today, so you’re content to wait for him to wake up. You’ve learned to appreciate little moments like this, where you’re warm and content and all is right with the world for just a little while. 
When Hol does wake up, the tables are turned from earlier. He notices you awake and smiles sleepily.
“Were you just watching me sleep?” He tries to mimic your tone when you’d said it.
“Yeah.” You say, knowing that even after all your time together, sometimes just being forthright with your affection will throw him off whatever game he’s playing. And it does, a light blush dusting his cheeks as he recovers. 
“You’re so cute.” You push yourself up onto the pillows to give him a little peck on the lips.  
“I think we both know you’re the cute one in this relationship.” He follows you when you pull back, kissing you languidly. You rest your forehead against his, looking into his eyes. 
“Agree to disagree, then.” Your nose brushes against his as you smile. You’ll get out of bed eventually, but there’s no rush. It’s just a slow, easy morning.
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no-te-lo-voy-a-dar · 2 years
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Reprise
Chapter 1 - Not Yet
Fic’s Summary: You are an Asgardian who’s on Earth after a series of events, who ends up taking a spiderling teen vigilante under their wings who’s intrigued to figure out if the other vigilante mentor the kid has is really who the stories tell, wanting to see if it’s true no one can sneak on him or surprise him. But you are the best friend of certain trickster, and some tendencies have rubbed on you…this shall be an entertaining challenge.
Author’s Note: this chapter shouldn’t even exist yet, i have important irl stuff to do, but this moment of brainrot some days ago lasted me enough to still write this. It’s been a while since i’ve written anything for a Reader insert but @raelwrites​ and her works have been very inspiring and serotonin enducing, so, here we are. i have an unfinished spn fic (which, i was writing as i watched the season it takes place in…im still stuck), a witcher one in ao3 and so many on drafts but hey, we are for the vibes. 
no beta reader, this is all on me
Main relationships: Loki/GN Reader (Platonic), Peter/GN Reader (Platonic), [Future] Matt/GN Reader (?)
Warnings: none for this chapter i guess, but well, eventually there might be some usual canon violence and insinuations at not very nice events, but i’ll mention/tag those when needed.
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Chapter’s Author’s Note: this is mainly like, introduction of R’s situation, as well as some dynamics that we’ll see later on (let’s pray whatever fixation i have right now allows me to juggle all my fics). Matt is not on this chapter yet but there’s plenty of Loki and Peter, me thinks
tagging: @catmanbowser​​ (look at this absolute madness)
Word Count: 5,068
Midgard was…boring at best, so far.
Sure there were a bunch of foods and drinks you were trying for the first time, thrilling flavours and interesting uses of ingredients still surprising you, as well as sweet treats, and Internet seemed to have a bunch of recorded plays you could watch again and again from the comfort of your chambers, but you couldn’t just go out and ride a horse around if you wanted (apparently), and training had become harder to do when your strength was naturally higher than most of those living under the same roof (and the humans you have learned are stronger in the place you are staying in can’t train with you daily anyways). Not to mention you couldn’t hunt your food and you were missing the certain thrill of providing for your housemates as well as doing small things with the skins and pelts.
Sure you could train against Loki and Thor, or just one of them, but Thor wasn’t there all the time, and it’s been a long time since the training you have with Loki had become more of a coordinated dance. You were too in sync for it to be a true challenge.
And you missed the stars. Old Norns did you miss them.
For some reason you were yet to comprehend, the Midgardian night sky didn’t have visible stars where you currently were. Even when Thor assured you they were visible in other places of this planet, the current area you were bounded to was dark and plain at night, making you long for the Asgardian sky. Apparently human technology has cut their connection with the celestial bodies.
But! You were here, on “Earth” for a reason! A mission of sorts.
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When the Dark Elves started attacking Asgard, you will forever be thankful to the Old Norns for the fact you were escorting Jane Foster, Thor’s human beloved, as requested from the prince himself, around the palace and wherever she wished to be. You were on guard duty, because Thor didn’t really trust anyone else to protect Jane and treat her with respect. You were not to leave her alone, and thanks to that, you managed to avoid Queen Frigga being killed while defending the human.
She was still injured that time, but after disposing of the enemy and making sure Jane was as okay as she could, you were quick to work on your Queen’s injuries with magic. Healing Seidr wasn’t your strength, as it never is for a single individual, but you got her enough time for the actual healers to arrive and aid her.
Thor had been incredibly grateful, hugging you and carrying you on his shoulder like you were children again.
Loki, on the other hand and somehow, learned that he had sent who could have been his Mother’s killer on her way from his cell, had a breakdown over that and it wasn’t until Frigga herself went to talk to her kid that he seemed to snap out of whatever terrors and doubts plagued his mind.
So, things were written and orders were given for Loki to be sent back to Midgard along with Thor to “pay for his crimes against the humans and offer compensation” or something like that (Odin’s way with words and orders was never your favourite, too many loopholes or unclear instructions) when the battle against Malekith and his people was over with. And you were asked by Frigga and Thor themselves to join the princes.
‘Sometimes my brother seems more like your brother than mine!’ is what Thor told you while patting your back after the hearing with the Throne. Which just means Thor wanted help with guiding his brother’s moral compass.
And you were okay with it really, always up for adventure and learning opportunities. And Loki seemed particularly more relaxed when you agreed. And how could they not! You were their best friend after all, and you were proud of it, no matter what happened. You had a lot of time after and during the preparations for Loki and Thor to catch you up on all what happened since the failed crowning ceremony to the first Dark Elves attack.
With that you felt like the three of you fell into place again. Chipped at the edges, new scratches that didn’t match and some faded colours, but you were in more coordination with each other than you’ve been in decades.
You had known Loki and Thor since you were kids, your family being part of the system and rotations of personal blacksmiths the Royal family had for themselves thanks to your usage of Seidr. Magic had always been present on your bloodline, from both sides of your parents, and while they never really trained it, they made sure to use it to make weaponry more durable and special, infusing it with different conditions, catching Odin’s father’s attention millennia ago and working for them since then.
Members of your family always were well trained in combat, because when a new design was asked for you had to try the weapons, checking balance, durability and how much it might or not vibrate after clashing against other weapons.
Thanks to this, Odin seemed interested in your already good fighting skills as a kid, and sent Lady Sif (when she was just Sif) to battle you, at the time covering saying that he wanted the both of you to test weapons for Thor and Loki, eventually inviting you to his sons’ and “friends” private training sessions.
And you say “friends” because all of you had been picked by Odin to be his older son’s closest teammates, planning for you all to have his back as adults and for him to have a reliable close court when he took over the throne. So, at the time you all weren’t really friends, some of the others more eager to get close to the blonde prince than others, true, but ultimately enjoying having people your age to train with.
But due your family’s inclination with magic, you ended up catching the younger prince’s attention by simply not mocking him for using it sometimes during training, instead asking him how he did certain tricks. They must have told Frigga because not even a season after you started asking Loki to teach you had passed and the Queen had personally asked your family for permission on teaching you beyond what your family’s knowledge was (magic shields, basic wound cleaning spells and some silence covers, using sound and wind manipulation so your movements weren’t trackable, nor the rattling of your armor or weapons on your back).
They were honored to have the Queen teaching you, of course, and you even taught them other spells and poultices to wear between hands and gloves to keep them cooler when handling the forges. But they didn’t seem to like you were closer to the younger prince, particularly more so when he started gaining his trickster reputation and word of you joining him in some of the pranks reached them.
But, you were left to be, and although it wasn’t your favourite activity while growing up, you often seemed to be a buffer of some kind between Thor’s main friends and his brother, along with the older prince himself. And you could always fight them if things got too heated, even offering to wear magical cuffs so you weren’t “cheating”.
You always won, which left you bragging and smug about it. But you were also aware that Sif would be a bigger challenge and probably beat you some times, but she wasn’t the one getting angry at Loki over nothing (yes, you let him get out of the trouble and mess of cutting Sif’s hair on his own).
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So, you had a solid and nice relationship with the Asgardian princes and agreed to come to Midgard but, since you were also a new face among Thor’s human brothers and sisters in arms, you weren’t really trusted to go on missions with them until they had tested you enough.
But some progress seemed to have gone down the sewers after you mentioned your magic (manifested in deep yellows and gold sparks and colours, differently but complementary to Loki’s green) and started speaking of how Loki and his mother taught you a lot. That seemed to put some people on edge, particularly the archer whose name you could just remember, at the time, had something to do with Hawk.
Whatever, you were fine spending time with Loki, catching up, braiding their hair, practicing your illusions and trying to cook some Asgardian meals with Midgardian ingredients. You both will be okay, and the rest of Thor’s human team will see.
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The first to actually join you and Loki in training and talk to you like you weren’t plotting to blow the whole Tower down was the youngest one, the Spider themed kid.
“Peter Parker. Aren’t you Stark’s genius little mentee?” Loki interrupted the kid’s seemingly endless questions about the Bifrost’s magic.
Ah, Peter Parker. Right. Loki was always better with names than Thor or you, or the whole gang back then, only being equally good with memorizing names by Sif.
“Yes? Kind of? I don’t know, anyways, as I was asking, what’s powering the machine you use to make interplanetary jumps?”
Loki was too stunned in general to properly pay attention to the questions, and while you knew you both could answer them, you were too wired and full of energy to burn, the young warrior having stopped both Loki and you while in the kitchen, grabbing some water and snacks to take to the gym. So, an idea came to you.
“Say, young Parker, what if we make a deal?”
That managed to stop him in the middle of whatever rephrasing he was in, and caught the attention of Loki too. Peter arched an eyebrow and leaned back slightly. Good, some doubt could save your life.
“Could you elaborate on that?”
“Well, I’ve heard Thor say you have an impressive strength and reflexes for being so young, and after hearing Stark talk about you I used Internet to search about Spider-Man, your title while on the spider themed suit if I’m correct, and you can stop and lift those big metal boxes of transportation you have, so, what if you join Loki and me on training, no magic from our part, and after we answer all what you want about the Bifrost?”
Loki sent you a glare of them not understanding what you were even planning or thinking, but shrugged, letting you know they were okay with whatever it was. It was harmless, really.
“You promise to not use magic?” the kid leaned back in, but he still had his face scrunched.
“Not today, sure. At most, the only magic you might see me use would be to cool our water bottles or summon us some towels.” you twirled your hand to demonstrate, the kitchen counter yellow towel popping on your hand, and you twirled it again to put it back where it was, although crumpled now.
That seemed to catch the kid’s attention, his mouth opening slightly and his frown being replaced by wonder and curiosity. You winked at Loki with a smile, and they snorted while rolling their eyes, a small smile on their face.
Peter’s eyes went from the towel to your face, then to Loki’s (who arched an eyebrow at him) and back to you.
“Okay, sure. Let’s go to a training room.”
“Yes!” you did a small gesture of victory, to which the other two laughed slightly. You were excited to finally get to train with someone else who you didn’t know for centuries. And he must be a great fighter! What with being Stark’s menteé and visiting the Tower often.
Right?
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He wasn’t.
Sure, Peter Parker wasn’t completely helpless in a fight, there was some training there, but very basic. The start of it. And he could dance around your punches and kicks with a great level of grace, but the moment you and Loki coordinated your attacks, still no magic, the kid started struggling.
You were currently on a break, Loki leaning against the wall, you mindlessly spinning a stick around like you would your spear were you taunting someone, and Peter sprawled on the floor.
“What do you mean Stark didn’t train you?” you tried to not show your anger but this was a child in every sense of the word.
“And still doesn’t, remember.” Loki’s voice was detached, but you knew him better than to know that’s how he felt, he just knew that between the two of you he was the one being monitored by the voice in the Tower.
Peter groaned before answering.
“Guys, it’s okay, really. I started doing this almost two year ago on my own, before Mr. Stark even knew about me.”
“Okay, that’s a whole other thing to talk about, but I don’t think we are the best to judge when you started going out and fighting, much less with our perception of human age but you are already a small child anyways.” Loki was nodding along your words, and Peter dragged his hands over his face while sighing. “And okay, but what about after? Why do you come to the Tower so often then? Do any of the others train you?” Norns, you sounded like your own father and Queen Frigga.
“I mean, sometimes when they have time and I do too they spar with me and give me tips. Natasha is the one that helps me the most? But she’s, really busy, and I come here to work on tech projects with Mr. Stark, mostly.” Peter was sitting down now.
You tilt your head, trying to understand what Peter does with the short man.
“He means they work on armor and things like the phone you have and other Midgardian things they use to substitute magic or to get a basic version of some of our own technology.” Loki translated to you and Peter smiled while nodding.
You hummed, while still flipping the stick on your arms and back, launching it to a dummy on the back of the room before talking again.
“What if I offered to train you?”
“What?”
“I could help too.”
Peter’s and Loki’s voices clashed, and when Peter’s brain caught up with what the prince said, turned his head faster than you’ve seen him move before, only to get a small smile and a shrug from the God.
“I don’t have a lot to do while imprisoned here Parker, might as well do something productive and useful. Besides, if my friend here is going to teach you, you will want someone to make sure you learn the proper stances and not whatever they’ve come up with over the years.”
“Hey!”
Peter chuckled at that a little, and twirled his fingers with the string on his pants, pondering the answer to give you.
“I mean, I already have someone who’s willingly training me on a solid schedule, but I would like to complement his training with whatever you could teach me.”
“Is this person the reason you at least know how to stand and throw punches without breaking your fingers?” Loki asked, the amusement both visual on his smirking face and audible on his voice.
“Yes? But the backflips and dodging are mostly me.”
“Yeah I bet.” you whispered, originally thinking only you and Loki would hear it, but when Peter huffed and frowned at you, you were surprised by the realization this enhanced human also had better senses.
Hmmm, whenever you and Loki started training him with magic things will be interesting.
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You trained Peter two days a week, one during school days, when he didn’t have to go join Stark and the other during saturday evenings. Whoever was training Peter had fridays scheduled with him, but after some time you started to guess they meet more often than once a week.
Peter was a fast learner, but after a big improvement of his basics you and Loki stopped noticing big chunks of advancement, which was normal, but were highly surprised by Natasha, the Black Widow, joining you both for a lazy dinner one night.
Most of the Avengers were in the Tower that week, so Loki and you had been allowed to go out to the city, being told there were enough of them around to restrict Loki were he to go rogue, so you two were kind of tired that night after coming back. More so when Thor asked to spar right after you entered the common area.
So when Romanoff took a seat in front of Loki and you, you startled a little, being slightly dozing off while slowly eating at your cereal until then. Loki was more conscious, although he just pulled his plate with cookies closer to him while eyeing the spy.
“Relax, I’m not here to take your food or attack you, I just wanna chat.”
“Mmm, no, yeah, that just makes you sound more suspicious.” was Loki’s answer, which was honestly funny because it was nothing but an obvious remark, so you couldn’t help the throaty snort you tried to cover with your hand. Natasha arched an eyebrow at you, but it didn’t feel angry just…amused.
“Fair. Right to the point then: thank you for helping Peter. He’s greatly improved since last time we trained together and when I asked him about it he said you both had a hand in that. And another person he didn’t mention but I’m pretty sure of my guess over who that is, based on the fighting style. But your styles were more present, at least today.” Natasha made a pause on her small speech, probably expecting or allowing either Loki or you to make a comment, but you were too stunned to speak surprised (and slightly embarrassed) to say anything.
She smiled and continued.
“Peter was dragged in with us by Tony, but he's…not really done anything to help him other than toss him an improved suit. Which has done a lot in the sense of offering him protection, Peter himself has told me how much less he’s gotten slashed and stabbed now.” the spy fondly smiled at that, probably remembering the teen saying that in a highly excited voice, one Loki and you have heard before. “Bucky and I try to do our best into teaching him how to fight, because he truly lacked any form of formal training, but well, we are busy with Avengers stuff most of the time, so I’m grateful you both took time and patience to do so.”
With her speech finished, she stood up from the small center table, going to make herself some tea, and you turned slightly to look at Loki, hoping to see an answer on how to proceed, but you saw him with raised eyebrows, surprise written all over his face.
So, you were going to answer then. Great.
“You are most welcomed, Agent Romanoff. It has been a pleasure and fun to train young Peter, not to mention it has given us both more to do around here. He’s a sweetheart and I’m pretty sure he’s gotten everyone here wrapped around his sticky fingers, Loki included.” the last comment was meant to be a playful jab, you bumping shoulders with your friend, but when Loki started talking you realized he wanted to be truthful right then, at least regarding Peter.
“My friend here is right, he’s a delightful young man, and I’m proud of him. From what you are telling us, he’s truly been picking up, and knowing it’s helped keep him safe is all we could truly ask for.”
You could see him slightly blush, faith blue (which after the revelation of his heritage explained that; young you thought it was due his own magic) tainting his cheeks, but you decided against teasing him. This time.
Natasha nodded before taking a sip of her tea, and over thinking the talk was over but feeling comfortable with the silence, you went back to eating your cereal, shaking the box in her direction in a form of question and offering. She shook her head and you shrugged. Loki offered her a seat again, and she took it, and you all spent the next minutes in peace.
You were preparing the usual spicy hot cocoa Loki and you had after particularly odd and long days when Natasha stood up to leave, but before turning a corner and leaving your sight, she spoke once more.
“I will seek you both later to schedule a sparring match. The three of us only, and maybe Barnes if he’s up to it. Would you be okay with it?”
You shrugged and nodded, looking at Loki because really, he was the wild card here.
“Of course! I would appreciate the chance of fighting you under more fair rules, and I’ve heard Rogers and Barnes are both enhanced so it must be interesting.”
With that, the spy softly smiled and left.
Neither Loki nor you brought up all of what had happened into conversation. You both were there and just needed to think a little to understand it. And that you did, while curled up together watching a cooking competition show, Thor arriving and flipping on top of you both, laughing at your groans and playful shoves.
You fell asleep between the two dork royal siblings, content and excited for things to start getting brighter for Loki.
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Things indeed started getting a lot better at the Tower after Natasha and Bucky became sparring buddies with you both, Barnes even once going out of his way to ask Loki to spar with him, both using nothing but (training, blunt) knives. Loki was vibrating out of the seat when asked, trying to keep composure because it had been months since he was allowed near even fake knives, only allowing him to use the kitchen ones under supervision (the Tower Voice being said supervision most of the time).
After that the next ones to approach Loki were Rogers and Wilson, and in your case Barton and Banner. Mind you, you mixed some last names on occasions, and forgot their titles still, but you were working on that.
Training Peter was still a given, and Loki was allowed and invited out of the Tower more and more, sometimes Rogers even asking for Loki to glamour them up so they weren’t recognized and could enjoy in complete peace their walks or whatever. Eventually Loki was allowed out on his own with nothing but a tracker he was pissed about wearing but allowed it for his own sanity.
You were allowed out on your own weeks before Loki of course, and used this to walk with Peter a lot, who enjoyed rambling about his city, about places he thought you would enjoy, about things he wanted Loki to try and everything in between, even retelling how he got into thigh fights in some places of the city.
You were currently in an area Peter had called Soho, doing emphasis in how it wasn’t meant to be confused with England’s Soho.
Curious, you had asked if he could show you the place where he trained with Daredevil (whose vigilante name you’ve gotten simply because Natasha had asked Peter one day, just to then tell him that if he ever did something wrong to or with Peter, that he could trust them, to tell any of the members at the Tower. That day it was only Natasha and you training Peter, Loki being out in the city with Barnes and Thor, but you could see Peter tense a little at how the spy said ‘you know Stark cares about you’. You saved that reaction for later, but Peter had just asked how she knew it was Daredevil, and that it was okay, he was surprisingly more soft once he learned Peter’s - Spider-Man’s - age).
Peter seemed to have been thinking about it, but you reassured him it was more out of curiosity than protectiveness nor trying to see if “the place was up to expectation”. A partial lie, but Peter said that Daredevil was very, very protective of his identity, perhaps as much as himself, but how the older vigilante was more aggressive in his approach regarding the secret, while Peter was more of an anxious ball. It made sense to you, really, after all Peter was still a child, and already with a lot on his shoulders.
You nodded, already having made up your mind about dropping the topic, when Peter’s voice sounded again.
“I could take you to the neighborhood it’s in it tho. It’s in an area called Hell’s Kitchen, which is known as Daredevil’s territory, even when, if asked, he’s okay to accompany and help other vigilantes outside of his area, but he doesn’t have a transportation method as fast as myself or Mr. Wilson.”
“I’m not going to lie that the area’s name causes me more questions but if you are comfortable with giving me a tour of said place, and it won’t make Daredevil angry with you, then please, lead the way.”
Peter seemed to light up at how his offer was taken positively, and started to talk about how he had meet Daredevil by accident before meeting Stark, having wandered into his area chasing some guys from Brooklyn, and how the older vigilante didn’t like the idea of Spider-Man being an actual kid, how Peter stayed away from Hell’s Kitchen after that, but reaching out tentatively when the Sokovia Accords were being spoken about, because the few things he could find out about them weren’t good for his “after school activities”, and noticing how Daredevil seemed to deflate, a tired sigh leaving his mouth, and explained to him why they were simultaneously good and bad, the bad having a stronger weight if some things weren’t taken away or properly managed.
Peter continued, you making some questions every then and now to keep Peter on track of the main story. It was fascinating. No one had managed to get a lot of information about the other vigilante who trained Peter because almost no one even knew someone else was training him. And it was obvious how much the kid respected and looked up to the older vigilante, while still making comments and jabs at things he didn’t agree on, but from what you could tell, even when the stories were being told from the teenager’s perspective, it was clear he cared about Peter.
And it picked up your interest.
Every adult you’ve meet on Peter’s life had a slightly different approach when it came to protecting and supporting him, and while some were sure that physically he could protect himself pretty well, others taught him things from a more strategist point of view, or gave him life advice, or just the chance to ramble about his last project (cookies for his aunt, a science project, a tech improvement to his suit) so hearing the kid talk so excited about Daredevil and his friends (whose names he almost slipped several times before coming up with nicknames for them) made you smile fondly at him.
You and Loki were smart, as was Thor (even when he couldn’t figure out most of Loki’s lies and tricks on the first try), when it came to keeping up appearances and reading underlying truths from people’s behaviors, so the three of you were sure that something happened between Stark and Peter that made the later not really trust the metal cladded man as much as apparently others were sure he did. You were also pretty solid on your belief that Natasha knew something was up (if she didn’t already know exactly what), same with older Hawkeye and Barnes but kept appearances for Peter’s sake.
You weren’t going to push anyone to tell you, but you knew this is one of those things that would eventually come into light for you.
In the meantime, the protective nature you had developed over the centuries by being Loki’s best friend urged you to find Daredevil and make sure he was who Peter claimed him to be, that this man of unknown identity to you was a good role model or at least behaved accordingly when around Spider-Man.
So after getting some pastries from a place in The Hell’s Kitchen which Peter seemed to like a lot, eating them in a park and walking some more while talking about the urban art of the neighborhood (the place seemed to really like their vigilante, or at least respect him enough to create murals to honour him) and just about little adventures the kid had with the small horns suited man, you made up your mind.
You were going to start tracking down Daredevil the days you knew Peter wasn’t going to be with him and, if you deemed it necessary…talk with him, to make sure Peter thrived and wasn’t going to get back stabbed (Loki knew a lot about it, after all he learned to do so after being the victim. You also learned about it because eventually you gained some reputation by being the younger prince’s close friend).
That evening you told the Asgardian princes about your plan and while Thor frowned a little at your lack of faith on 'young Peter’s" judgment, he didn’t say anything about stopping you. Loki grinned, and told you how the idea and plan was delightful, supporting you on it and confessing he had been wanting to do the same for a while. Although not as…peaceful as your plan was.
You might have leaned into the taunting and teasing nature the trickster god had by growing up so close to him, but you weren’t as prone to violence and physical encounters as the two brothers. Then again, that’s in comparison to the two of them. According to Barnes, you were still a very energetic being, always up for a fight and a challenge.
So.
It seemed you would be spending some nights around Daredevil’s lair for the next weeks.
You weren’t sure what but something about the idea made you excited, almost vibrating with energy and looking forward to hunting down in Hell’s Kitchen what was obviously it’s territory’s predator.
Let the chase begin.
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