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holdmytesseract · 2 years

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Of Fathers and Sons 》 Baby Fever AU

Loki Laufeyson x fem!Reader

Request:

"Daddy! Loki idea❤️

Baby's first bifrost

YN and Loki are going to visit grandparents Odin & Frigga and YN is nervous about the bifrost. Loki comforts her.

Also bonus points for cute grandparents stuff!" - Requested by my lovely friend @lokisgoodgirl ! Thank you for the cute request! 😄💚

Summary: It's time for Ella's first travel with the Bifrost - and not just that... There's someone important she is about to meet...

Warnings: fluff, itsy-bitsy bit of angst, fluff!

Word Count: 2,4k

a/n: The first request for the Baby Fever AU - yaaay! 🥳💚 I had so much fun writing this! The request inspired me, so I added my idea to the fic. I hope that's okay, @lokisgoodgirl! 😊 It's quite a bit emotional - and I love it. 😁 Ps. I didn't want to spoiler much. That's the reason why the summary is so short. 😂🙈 The title just came into my mind and I kinda liked it. 😊

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"Do you really think she's going to be fine?" Y/N asked, biting her lip nervously. Her gaze was fixated on the small baby girl, who slept peacefully in the baby car seat; pink dummy in her mouth. "Darling..." Loki began, stepping over to his wife and placing both his hands on her shoulders, giving them a reassuring squeeze. "I promise you, Ella will be perfectly fine. The Bifrost is not going to harm her. Trust me." The young woman inhaled deeply, but gave her Prince a soft smile. "Have I ever not trusted you, Lokes?" "Have I ever given you a reason to not trust me?" The cunning Trickster winked with a smirk. Y/N rolled her eyes playfully at his repartee. "No." His hands travelled up to cup her cheeks, "See?" before he dipped his head to press a soft kiss on her lips. "Shall we leave then? I bet my parents are expecting us already." Y/N nodded, "Yes. Let's go." and grabbed Ella's changing bag, while Loki squatted down in front of the baby car seat, carefully unbuckling the straps, which secured her. Loki already felt bad for what he was about to do, but it was better that way... He slipped his hands underneath Ella's small body and lifted her up - what caused her to slightly stir already. Loki held her with one arm and bounced her gently up and down in order to somehow wake her up. They had both agreed, that it was probably for the best, if Ella was awake for her first proper travel experience with the Bifrost - not to irritate her or something.

Her face contorted in her sleep, a frown spreading on her forehead. "Come one, baby girl, wake up." He stroked her cheeks in addition and pinched softly - not to hurt her, her tiny feet, which were wrapped up in the footsies of the white, pink rompers she wore. That caused her to finally wake up, big blue eyes fluttering open. On an instant, the small girl started to whimper and whine, causing the dummy to fall from her mouth on Loki's arm. "I know, princess, I know..." Loki whispered, pressing small kisses on her head. "Daddy is so sorry, but it's better that way..." Those words didn't seem to reassure Ella. She was still upset that her sleep has been so rudely interrupted; small cries leaving her pouty lips. Not even a kiss from her mama could help... Loki grabbed with his free hand the baby car seat, continuously bouncing Ella on his other arm, trying to calm her down. "Ready, love?" Loki asked, looking compassionately at Y/N, knowing that she had been quite a bit anxious about that. Also, because the Bifrost made her throw up most of the times... "Yeah." "Alright. Hold on to me?" The Y/H/C haired woman nodded once again and wrapped her arms around Loki's waist, changing bag slung over her shoulder. The prince looked up at the ceiling. "Heimdall? We are rea-" He couldn't even finish his sentence, before the familiar rainbow light swallowed them whole. While Y/N let out a squeal and held on to her husband for dear life, Ella had stopped her crying, surprised by the sudden change of her surroundings. She looked around, before her wide blue eyes met her father's identical ones, tiny mouth agape. Loki smiled at his daughter, witnessed how her confusion turned into fascination. No second later, the tiny girl started to giggle, looking around in awe, watching how the rainbow lights danced in front of her eyes. Unfortunately, it was over very soon, as Loki and Y/N felt the Asgardian ground beneath their feet. "Oh gods, not again..." Groaned the woman, immediately turning away from her God to, well... Throw up. What else?

"Every time..." She whined, turning back, only to see Loki smiling amusingly. "Stop laughing! That's not funny!" Y/N slapped his arm. "I'm sorry, darling." Loki quickly apologised and kissed her. "But... Look! Ella's fine! She even had her fun. Giggled through the whole travel, right princess?" He teased Y/N a bit, kissing Ella on her head again. "You're being mean." Loki chuckled. "No, I am not." She crossed her arms over her chest. "Yes, you are." "No, I am not. I just stated the facts." Y/N pouted. "I love you. Now come on." He reached out his hand for Y/N to take. She sighed, but of course, took it. "Love you too, you cheeky, mischievous scamp." This caused Loki to chuckle again.

Together they made their way to the palace, passing by Heimdall, of course. "Heimdall." The raven-haired man greeted him with a nod. "Prince Loki, Princess Y/N... The carriage awaits you." He took a small bow and smiled at the couple. It was the third time for Y/N that she had the privilege to enter one of Asgards golden carriages, drawn by two white horses - and she was still totally enchanted by it, feeling like the princess she actually was. For Ella, it was the first time. Okay, strictly speaking it was her second time, but Y/N didn't count the one time when she had been pregnant. Loki handed Ella over to her mother and turned to open the golden door of the carriage for his girls, being the charming gentleman he was. "My princesses..." He said with a smile, gesturing inside the carriage. Y/N giggled and curtsied, "Thank you, my prince." before she climbed inside. Loki followed after, baby car seat in hands. When they were all seated properly, the carriage set into motion. Y/N couldn't help the giddy feeling inside her. She still quite couldn't grasp after all those years that she was practically speaking royalty. And yet she looked so 'Midgardian' - as Loki would put it. A normal summer dress and ballerinas. She suppressed a giggle. "What is it, love?" Loki asked, an amused smile on his face. "Nothing, babe. It's just... I still can't believe I am a princess and looking so... normal." He chuckled. "Well, I am not better, am I?" "You are. You're at least wearing a shirt and suit trousers." They had a laugh together, while Ella was in Y/N's lap, dummy back in her mouth and already half asleep again. "Seems like riding a carriage lulls her to sleep." Loki stated, smiling down at the baby girl. "Seems so, yeah..."

Once they had reached the big, spacious, golden palace of Asgard, they went straight for the gardens, where they had been already awaited for tea-time…

"Mother." Loki smiled, when he approached the golden garden table, at which Frigga sat, seemingly enjoying the sun on her skin. The prince's voice caught her attention, of course and Frigga stood immediately up, meeting her son on the way. "Loki." The Queen smiled and wrapped him up in a big hug. "Hello, mother." Y/N stood behind, watched with a smile. Her heart clenched at the sight. She adored the deep bond Loki shared with Frigga. Ella was in her arms, cooing away softly, still on the verge of entering the world of dreams. After Frigga had greeted Loki, she moved past him towards her daughter-in-law and granddaughter. "Y/N, my dear." The two women hugged each other carefully, not to hurt Ella. "Hey, Frigga." "It's so great to see you again, dear. It's been a while..." That was true. Frigga had lastly seen her and Ella in the days after the birth. "That's quite right... I am sorry that we are just now come to visit." Frigga shook immediately her head. "Please don't apologise. It's alright. I understand that you wanted to wait until Ella is a bit older to travel with the Bifrost and take her with you. Thor and Jane did the same with Eisa, didn't they tell you?" "No. We talked about a lot but not about the obvious." Y/N said, giggling softly. "Thank you for understanding." "Of course!" An adorable coo from Ella, attracted immediately Frigga's attention. She looked down, smiling. "Oh, hello, my sweet little princess!" Ella looked up at her grandmother, smiling, despite the dummy in her mouth. "May I hold her?" Y/N nodded, "Of course!" and handed the baby over. "She has grown so much..." Stated the queen. "But she still looks like her father." Her gaze wandered to Loki, who held a smile on his face as well. They exchanged a look who spoke more than words could do. The proudness, love and happiness in Frigga's eyes...

"Speaking of fathers... Where is the Allfather?" The God asked. "He had been delayed beforehand and had to do something important. But he should be here soon." Loki nodded and thought for a moment. "Do you know where he is?" "In our chambers, I think." Another beat of silence passed. "Mother, may I have Ella back? I'd like to... Go to him and, uh, do this alone." He gazed at his wife. "Y/N, darling, is that alright? I-I feel like I have to do this alone." Y/N smiled and stepped closer, taking his hand in hers, giving it a squeeze. "It's okay. I know how important this is for you." She kissed him softly, before releasing his hand. "Thank you." He whispered, before taking his daughter in his arms. "Mother, I-" Frigga just nodded and gave him a reassuring smile. "I know." See, it wasn't the first time Frigga saw her granddaughter... But it was the first time Odin would meet Ella. At the time of the birth, he hadn't been in Asgard. An important negotiation had forced him to make his way to Vanaheim that week and causing him to miss Ella's birth. The queen cupped her son's cheek. "Go to him." He nodded and made his way back inside the palace.

Loki's and Odin's father-son relationship hadn't always been the best - let's put it that way. There were difficult times and quite a lot of troubles they went through. Loki's heritage for example. Or that Thor had always been preferred over him by Odin. Luckily, they overcame those obstacles - together as a family and since Loki had Y/N in his life, everything had turned to the better for him anyway. By now, Odin and Loki's bond was stable. Not as deep as Loki's and Frigga's, but it was there. Loki had stopped proving to his father that he could be as good as his older brother or better and started to just be himself. He learned to accept his Jotun form; learned that a throne wasn't the glorious purpose he was looking for. His family was - and that was one reason why it was so important for the prince to have this upcoming moment with his father alone. Loki had grown, was more a man than he ever was before. He was a husband. A father. He had found the meaning of his life, without a doubt.

"Father?" Loki said after taking a deep breath, knocking at the big, pretentious door of his parent's chambers. The door got opened by a guard. "Prince Loki." He bowed. "Is my father...? Can I...?" Loki stammered, quite a bit nervous. Why was he nervous? "I'll ask the king." With those words, the guard disappeared again. Ella seemed to feel her father's nervosity. She started to whimper, tiny feet kicking against Loki's arm. "Hey, p, don't cry. Shhh, it's okay." He started to rock her gently, peppering small kisses on her chubby cheeks. "Your daddy is just a bit nervous, 'cause you're going to meet his daddy." To hear her father's calming voice seemed to reassure Ella a bit again and she got quieter. Moments later, the guard returned. "The king would like to see you." The guard stepped aside, granting Loki access. Odin stood on the majestically balcony, looking over his kingdom. Of course, he heard his son's approaching steps. "My apologies, son. I'd have loved to join you, Y/N and my wife sooner, but there was this incident I needed to take care of and-" By now, Odin had turned around and froze immediately mid-sentence, when he saw Loki standing only a few steps behind him, with a soft smile on his face - and his granddaughter in his arms. A shaking breath left the older man's lips. "Son, is that...?" Loki nodded quickly, "Father... Meet Ella - your granddaughter." and stepped closer, so that Odin was able to see her properly. Big blue eyes, meeting his eye. The tiny girl looked up at the other man in awe. It was a face she had never seen before. So, they just stared at each other. Was the Allfather... speechless? "Would you... Would you like to hold her?" Loki asked, quite a bit clumsily. Odin just nodded without saying a word. A few seconds later was Ella in his arms, eyes still locked on the older man she didn't know. It took her a few moments to feel comfortable, knowing that she was safe and that nothing was happening to her. Maybe she sensed that Odin was her grandfather? The familiarity? Ella started to smile and coo softly, reaching up her tiny hand to touch the Allfather's cheek and beard. It was a heart-warming moment. Loki felt it, saw the adoration in his father's eye - and was that a tear, rolling down the old man's face? The young God's heart threatened to break through his ribcage, it was beating that fast. Once Odin was able to tear his eye away from the small baby girl, he immediately looked at his son. "She is absolutely beautiful." He said with a smile, before he reached out and placed a hand on Loki's shoulder. "I am so proud of you, my son. Now you understand the true meaning of life. Protecting and caring for this small creature in my arms. Look, how far you've come. You're not the man you've been all those years ago. You found love, have a wonderful woman by your side and now you're a father. You are wiser, stronger and much more mature. Better... You are happier. I couldn't be prouder as I am now, in this moment." Odin smiled - genuinely, proudly and patted his son's shoulder. Loki couldn't believe his ears, had to suppress the upcoming tears. His father never said something like this before - and it made the young God incredibly happy. It meant a lot to him. "Thank you, father." The Allfather nodded and patted Loki's shoulder again. "Now let's join our women. I'm sure they are awaiting us already. It's tea-time after all." He watched his father turn around and leave, Ella still happily gurgling in his arms. Loki smiled. What more could he want for his life?

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goddess-aelin · 2 years

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For the Rowaelin prompt

Their baby learning how to walk

Thanks for the ask! You really know the way to my heart...Rowaelin babyfics.

Send in Rowaelin prompts for my 1200 follower celebration!

Baby’s First Steps

~900 words

FLUFF.

The past year had been the happiest of Aelin’s life. Her and Rowan’s daughter, Alma, was born late spring, just a few days after Aelin’s own birthday. The tiny bundle of joy had been an absolute angel. Except for when she pulled her mother’s hair or cried her tiny, powerful lungs out throughout the entire night. Aelin couldn’t really bring herself to care, though. She basked in every small moment with her daughter.

Alma was nearing 11 months old and Aelin thought it would be a great idea to have nightly “walking lessons,” as she liked to call them. The only problem was that Alma was not the greatest student. She was only 11 months old, after all. Night after night, Aelin would take Alma’s teeny tiny hands in her own and place her daughter’s itsy-bitsy feet on top of hers and walk her around the room. Alma thought this was hilarious, her giggles lighting up the room, but had no inclination to walk on her own just yet.

Aelin was being patient, possibly for the first time in her life. She knew it would take time for Alma to learn how to walk but she couldn’t help but be excited for when she would be able to run around the palace grounds with her daughter. That was the reason she told everyone else, at least. It certainly wasn’t a lie, though she had another reason, as well.

Aelin was competitive by nature. Especially with her husband. She wasn’t sure if it was the mating bond or the fact that they spent most of their time together but she truly enjoyed winning against him. Alma first rolled over when Rowan was in the room, Aelin having a council meeting at the time. So she had missed it. Aelin was the first to get Alma to eat some mashed veggies, something she continuously spit into Rowan’s face. And so it went on. It became a little game for them. Who get Alma to do this or that? All in good fun, of course. She would prefer if they both could be present for big milestones.

So here she was, sitting five steps away from her daughter, holding her hands out so that Alma would come to her while her daughter sat on the floor in front of her, chewing on a doll. At least Alma had been pulling herself up for the last month, she just hadn’t taken those next few steps yet.

“Come here, sunshine! Come here. Mama loves you! Come to mama.” Aelin couldn’t help her giggle at her daughter’s wide, dimpled smile. Alma slowly rose to her feet with help from the table next to her. She stood there for long minutes as Aelin held her breath. She wasn’t going to jinx it.

Just as Alma was about to put one step forward to come to Aelin, the scent of pine and snow washed over the room. A familiar head of silver hair popped around the corner as Rowan entered the room. He stopped in his tracks as he beheld the scene. Rowan gave her a look of surprise before crouching down by the door, hoping to watch Alma’s first steps.

An even brighter smile crossed Alma’s face at the sight of her papa and a small giggle tore out of her tiny body. And then she was stumbling across the floor. Not to Aelin, no. But to Rowan.

Aelin couldn’t find it in herself to be jealous at the beautiful moment that had just taken place. The giggles of her mate and daughter filled her heart and warmed it to the point it felt like it was going to burst. Rowan picked Alma up and spun her around the room, laughing all the while.

“That’s my girl! You did such a great job, my love!” Rowan peppered kisses all over Alma’s face as the girl continued giggling. As Rowan’s gaze swung to Aelin, she feigned a pout. He knew her well, though, and could tell there was no malice in the look.

“Why don’t we show mama what we’ve been working on every morning, lovey?” Rowan whispered something into Alma’s ear, too low for Aelin to hear. “Cmon, say it!”

Alma’s head whipped to Aelin, smiling. What started as an up and down motion of her mouth ended in tiny breaths. Rowan again whispered into her ear and this time when she moved her mouth, words came out.

“Mamamamama.” Aelin’s mouth dropped open. That was her first word. Sure, she had babbled since she was able to but that was her first, actual word. And that word was “mama.” Aelin felt as though she could cry.

She rushed over to Rowan, Alma in his arms, and peppered small kisses on each of their faces. Alma’s tiny hands came up to Aelin’s face and grabbed her tear-stained cheeks. “Mamama.” Aelin swept her daughter out of Rowan’s arms and danced around the room with her.

She had no words. So instead, she looked to Rowan and smiled, who just gave her a look full of love back. This was her family. Her happy, perfect family.

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crazyf0rswayze · 1 year

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Can I please request a love story between me and Johnny Cade? Where we were friends at first but develope feeling for each other. Please and thank you!

Johnny Cade x Tae

Warnings: itsy bitsy cursing, mentions of violence and scars

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"Tae, I want you to work with Mr. Cade for this group project".

Johnny looked up when he heard his last name from the teachers mouth. He looked around to see an awfully pretty girl looking at him with a small smile. She waved a small hand at him. She seemed like a nice girl to work with.

The teacher continued calling names, and pairing people up for the group projects.

"You will begin your projects in class tomorrow, and continue work on them at home" the teacher said with an annoying smile on her face. Sometimes Johnny wanted to smack it right off her .

"Hey, Johnny right? I'm Tae, I'm working with you on the project!"

"Mmmhm"

The pair of teens continued walking down the hall. They had one more class together, and Tae decided to walk with him.

"Do you plan on responding to me?" Tae said after she realized she had been rambling and he hadn't answered once

"I'm not the most talkative guy your gonna meet, ok" Johnny said finally before they walked into class.

"Oh, sorry...I didnt mean to make you upset, I guess the way I worded it wasn't the best" Tae said with a nervous laugh.

"Don't worry about it Tae" Johnny said looking up and smiling

TIME SKIP TO PRESENTATION DAY

"And that's why we chose to study the Civil War for our history project" Tae said with a pretty smile. Johnny was blushing a little. Tae did most of the talking and Johnny pointed things out

...but he was staring at her a lot. Ponyboy nudged Johnny when he sat back down

"I see you've got the hots for her" Pony said smirking

"No I don't Pony" Johnny said defensively.

"Hey man, whatever you say" Ponyboy said as he walked up to the board so he could present his project.

TIME SKIP TO THE END OF THE DAY

Tae was at her locker, packing up when Johnny walked up to her, his beautiful brown eyes coved by his hair.

"Hey Johnny!" Tae said happily.

"Hey Tae! Uh...I was wondering if maybe you wanted to hang out after school?" Johnny asked very shyly.

"Gosh no need to be so shy Cade. Of course I'd wanna hang out with you!"

"Yea...yea, great. Awesome!" Johnny said with a wide smile. Tae kinda stared at him. Everything around them stoped. She had never really seen him smile, but he was absolutely beautiful when he did. They started walking out of the school when they saw Ponyboy.

"See ya Pony" Johnny said

"Yea I'll see you Johnnycakes" Ponyboy said in an attempt to embarrass Johnny. As Johnny and Tae walk out of the school Johnny looked back at Ponyboy. We was raising his eyebrows up and down and up and down. Johnny rolled his eyes at the brunette.

"Johnnycakes?" Tae questioned.

Johhny smiled and chuckled a little

"Yea...yea it's pretty stupid. My buddy Dallas gave the little name to me. I don't really know where he got it from" he chuckled again

"No, no...it's kinda...I don't know...cute" Tae said blushing.

"You really think?" Johnny said looking at Tae with heart eyes

"Yea, I do" Tae said as the two teens sat down in an empty lot.

The pair started talking a bit, and sharing experiences about life. They had laughs and all.

"Hey...um I get if we're not close enough for me to ask this...but um...how'd you get the scar?" Tae asked softly

"Uhhm i-"

"You know what, never mind! It's uh...it's fine don't worry about it" Tae exclaimed.

"No its ok I swear! Uh...I got jumped by some socs a little bit ago. One of them...Bob had a crap ton of rings on and...split me into to two" He chuckled a little as he said 'split into two'

"It makes you look pretty tuff" Tae said looking down as she blushed.

"Ya think?" Johnny questions

"Yea...I don't know Johnnycakes, it completes your face"

"R-really?" Johnny said as he looks down blushing.

"Yea"

"Hmmm"

Tae looks from his eyes to his lips...and back. Johnny watched her as she did so.

"Johnny..."

"Yes Tae"

"Ever since Mrs. Brown paired us up as partners for the project...maybe a bit before that...Ive really, really liked you. I just didn't know how to tell you, but I've caught you looking, and I heard Pony tease you about looking at me during the presentation...and I though 'wow, maybe we have mutual feelings'"

"Mmmhm"

"Is that all? 'mmmhm'...do you not like me?"

"I do. I swear...I just...I though you were gonna say more so I wanted to let you know I heard you... and I was listening... you know?" Johnny said quickly

"Yea..."

"..."

"Can I...can I kiss you" Tae asked very very softly

"Yea..."

They embraced each other in a passionate kiss but suddenly Johnny pulled away

"Did I do something wrong?" Tae asked worriedly

"No actually...I wanted to really make sure this is ok with you"

"It is Johnny....I promise"

"Ok..."

The pair started kissing again and then after they stopped they silently looked at the stars and Tae wound up falling asleep, using Johnny's chest as pillow.

#the outsiders #johnny cade #fanfic

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themidnightcrimson · 1 year

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Here once again I hope ppl aren't tired of me yet

Well well well I want to publicly apologize to everyone who had to witness my whore outburst from the other day I just wasn't ready to see Wanda getting called 'master' and started acting up a lil... I realized I didn't even spell 'creature' correctly and wrote 'create' 💀

BUT! I want to compensate by bringing contributions to the table since I think bestie you said you were taking requests and open to ideas to get inspired??? (Please correct me if I'm wrong and if that's the case sorry for the message) Anyways I was reading déjà vu last night (again) and I thought that maybe you could write something involving Natasha?? I do love the way you make them interact it's saurrrr funny and wanda's competitiveness with Nat is just delicious to read 🤌 The interactions with reader are iconic too! "oh my god, you dumb slut." 😭😭😭😭😭 You don't understand I'll never forget that line cos the way I WHEEZED the first time I read it lmaoo yeah that's me girl

I have other ideas like maybe we could have an already pregnant reader and Wanda being insanely protective over her and the baby because you know protective Wanda is always hot... We had a glimpse of that in the darkhold (my Bible) but I thought it would be nice to see that more at display and maybe bring in agatha and the coven of chaos to the mix idk 🤔 Doesn't have to be in the same fic or anything, just vague thoughts for your genius mind to shape if you do find them interesting

And lastly I saw about the new masterlist you made and all. So sorry tumblr is fucking you over crims you're a wonderful creator and I hope the app does something to fix it soon :((

hi bestie!! no i absolutely love your whore outbursts, i cherish them for a while before i decide to answer them to the public so i can keep it secretly hidden in my asks to chuckle at throughout the day😭 oooooh those are really good ideas! i’m taking just an itsy bitsy break from writing currently but i def am looking for fresh ideas for when i do write again and those are really great! i LOVE adding natasha to fics just for the jealousy element😭 i also want to write more funnier fics like deja vu! also it’s no worries, i got a bit mad at the entire situation but i’m just gonna keep chugging along haha. and thank you bestie <3

#cancciablood

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aarafox · 7 years

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bellány for the character profile? :)

Thank youuuuuu Itsy sweetheart!!!

~ Full Name: Bellány (which means beautiful girl) ~ Gender and Sexuality: female, bisexual with preference for men ~ Pronouns: she/her ~ Ethnicity/Species: Neflora - Feflora ~ Birthplace and Birthdate: Sinalópolis, 37 Plianim 1000  ~ Guilty Pleasures: Tracones ~ Phobias: never meeting Tracones, also war ~ What They Would Be Famous For: she’s one of the few descendants from the famous Tracone Lord ~ What They Would Get Arrested For: hooking up with a Tracone (haha jk) ~ OC You Ship Them With: Yason :D ~ OC Most Likely To Murder Them: no one she won’t let them lol ~ Favorite Movie/Book Genre: romance and drama ~ Least Favorite Movie/Book Cliche: I don’t know tbh :O probably people dying just for the sake of it “being a good book” ~ Talents and/or Powers: she has the magical power of the Tracones, which are great, dragon-like creatures living in the Kriu Highlands. She has their wings and can use their power and fire to fight!  ~ Why Someone Might Love Them: she’s really happy and affectionate! She can also be a bit timid but she’s fun and bright most of the time. Also she’s a good friend who gives you the occasional kick in the butt when you need it  ~ Why Someone Might Hate Them: perhaps she can be a bit too much at some times, or she accidentally crosses a line without knowing it  ~ How They Change: Bella doesn’t change much to be honest! The qualities she begins to show throughout the story she already had in her, but circumstances allow her to actually show them; things like her courage or how she will (or at least desperately wants to) do anything for her friends. At least she becomes less timid throughout the story and MUCH more powerful!  ~ Why You Love Them: she’s just so great to write?? She’s one of the few characters I always know of how they respond to situations. She’s the crazy girly character of the story and her love for Tracones is bigger than her love for herself :’) she’s just a blessing!! 😄 and a spirited presence by Emilaya’s side~

#thank you Itsy for asking about this lovely girl!!!#♥️♥️♥️♥️#Bellány #OC #bitsynoya #Dorigens askbox

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kkusuka · 3 years

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I’m so proud I’ve been here long before 2k💁🏼‍♀️ N E WAY CONGRATSSSSS!!!

Can I have fluff 16 with a twist tho, like “My ex just invited me to their wedding and I need you to be my date so it doesn’t look like I’ve spent the last few years being single and hunting down weird things most people can’t even see." with Gojou, Fushiguro, Itadori and a fem reader? If 3 characters are way to many you can keep only Gojou. Keep being amazinggg<3

thank you so much!! <3

Gn!Pronouns, but you are implied to be female!

Cw: an itsy bitsy hint of angst, slight confessions, reader panics,

a/n: these were almost criminally fun to write, I love these three so much

Gojou Satoru

Words: 700

You had no idea how a simple piece of paper could make you feel. Awkward, confusion, shock, all from one note that you thought was a bill.

‘Y/n L/n save the date!’ was the last thing you had expected, from your ex-boyfriend nonetheless. The same guy who dated you for a whole three years before telling you over text that it wasn’t going to work out.

Well, the both of you never had a bad relationship after, but you were a severe level of butthurt. But what made you really freeze was the plus one invitation, if you showed up to your ex’s wedding you would look like a loser.

Since you were clearly going, you’d never miss on free food and a chance to have a day off, you needed an outfit and a date. The outfit was pretty easy to figure out, you’d go shopping on the weekend and buy something then.

But someone to go with? You had about three friends whom you knew could not afford any days off and that you just didn't want to take. (at least you had some last resorts) Then, another problem, if they weren’t part of the Jujutsu world it would be harder to explain if you had to abruptly leave, which was a huge possibility this time of year.

With that, your options were cut down to two- Nanami and...Gojou, of all people.

Obviously, you tried, emphasis on tried, Nanami first. But after 24 missed calls and a 15-second conversation where he basically told you to shove it, you were in full-on panic mode. The wedding was in three days and you had to do something about your inevitable loneliness.

You had to get over yourself, the worst Gojo could do was make fun of you or say no. But, he never passes up the opportunity for sweets, just lay on the dessert y/n!

“To what do I owe this sweet phone call Y/n? Confessing your love for yours truly?” his voice laughed through the line. You just had to ask him in a way that would compel him to want to come with you.

“My ex just invited me to their wedding and I need you to be my date so it doesn’t look like I’ve spent the last few years being single and hunting down weird things most people can’t even see." you blurt not even thinking about the words falling from your lips.

You come to realize your words from the ringing silence in your ears, “I’m sorry I just-”

“I’ll come” he answered, cutting off your apologies. He’ll come, you didn't even have to say anything about sugar or bribe him into coming.

“You’ll come? Really? Why-wait Thank you! It’s on Saturday at 3 pm, we can go together if that makes things better! Thank you so much, you just saved me Gojo! How can I make it up to you!” you were just spouting whatever you could to thank him, listening to his daughter from his side.

“Why wouldn’t I want to spend time with my little Sugar? You can make it up to me by wearing your prettiest little dress so we’ll be the hottest couple at the wedding.” he teased, continuing ranting about how you should match colors to add ‘flare’.

“While we’re there we can start planning our own wedding! Doesn’t that sound fun Sugar!”

Fushiguro Megumi

Words: 700

“What even is that” Megumi’s voice rang through the office hallway. You’d like to know too, you haven’t spoken to anyone from your hometown, save for our family, since you moved away six years ago.

“I’m not totally sure, you want to open it with me?” you question opening the door to your office as he silently follows you in.

Settling the rest of the mail down, you take a closer look at the suspicious envelope noticing the name on the return address. There's no way! Why the hell was your ex sending you things to your official workspace?

“What’s wrong? Is it bad?” Megumi doesn't know what to do, your face went pale and you looked super confused.

“Oh, nothing really. I’m just surprised, it’s from my ex” well now he was frozen, was it a love letter? Why was he sending you stuff, he just hoped that it wasn't bad, you had enough on your plate and you didn’t need more.

Opening the envelope to see flower patterns and script lettering; you know exactly what this letter will be telling you. Just as you suspect a date plastered on the card along with two all familiar names flood your senses.

“He’s getting married!” you couldn't believe it, why would he invite his high school ex to his wedding, it was an odd choice, to say the least.

“That’s cool I guess, anyway I gotta go, have fun,” he murmured leaving the room and letting to wonder if you were even going to show up in the first place, but at the moment you send an email and reserve a spot for yourself and admittedly a plus one that didn’t exist.

You would figure it out in due time!

❍❍❍

You did not figure anything out and the wedding was tomorrow. No one in their right mind would drop everything to come to some random wedding. Your point proved when Itadori explained he had plans to go see a movie marathon with Jumpei that he just couldn’t cancel.

Not even Nobara would spare you some mercy, she and Maki were having a pre-planned girls' day, one that you would be going to if you hadn't agreed to go to some random wedding.

Now you could only pray that Mehgumi felt enough pity that he would go with you. Deciding that a call would be too impersonal and would be easier to say no over, you make your way to his apartment with a box of dumplings that you knew he loved.

“Gumi-chan? Open up please!” you knocked on the door waiting for him to come, him appearing a few seconds later; hair messy in sweatpants and a black tank-top. No- this isn’t about his body, it could be, but you had to get this settled first.

“Uh? Did I miss something? Why are you here?” his questions break you from your stare as you shove the food in his arms, gathering all the courage you could muster.

“These are for you and all you need to do is hear me out, please? I would really like you too!” you beg, watching as he silently commanded for you to continue.

“As you know, my ex just invited me to their wedding and I need you to be my date so it doesn’t look like I’ve spent the last few years being single and hunting down weird things most people can’t even see." you kept your head low as you explained to him what had happened, “I really need you to do this for me, I'll give you anything I swear! Just help me this once!”

“Why do you need me?” he mumbled, commanding your attention back onto his face.

“Because it’ll be fun and you need to get out.” ‘and this is my way of asking you out but not asking you at the same time’ goes unsaid.

“Fine, but you have to come to dinner with me the next time my dad asks.” that was it you, ultimatum, an easy one too.

“Deal! Now we have to match or it’ll look stupid, and we have to practice dancing and-”

“Dear Lord, what did I get into”

Itadori Yuji

Words: 600

You’d pinned the invitation above your bed as a constant reminder that you had to do something.

Not that you cared what your ex thought of you at their wedding, but something deep inside wanted to show him that you were happy without him.

And the only way to do that was to shove a hot guy down his throat; better yet, a totally hot guy that was into you. Now all you needed was a hot guy to be into you.

Well, you had a hot guy to go with you. In a desperate plea, you had asked your good friend Itadori, formally known as the vessel of another somewhat friend Sukuna, and he had agreed.

Just thinking about it made you cringe a bit; you had been freaking out and ran to his apartment, drenched in rain.

“My ex just invited me to their wedding and I need you to be my date so it doesn’t look like I’ve spent the last few years being single and hunting down weird things most people can’t even see," you explained frantically, waving your hands. Watching his face contort into every human emotion you could think of, before spreading into a smile.

“Of course I’ll come with you! It sounds like a blast!” of course Sukuna had a few choice words to say about that, something along the lines of, ‘you're not dragging me to some stupid event because you're lonely! I refuse!”

And he continued to complain throughout the night of planning and the next morning when you told him he was going whether he wanted to or not and he told you he’d rather die.

“This Wench will not dictate my life!” he spoke through a mouth on Yuji’s cheek, eye slit glaring in your direction.

“And I’m not letting some lame demon tell me what I can and can’t do with my friend!” you argued back.

But he didn't have a say anyway.

Now you were standing before a mirror, admiring how your dress wrapped around your body, waiting for Itadori to come to the door.

Hearing the knocks on your door, you grab a small bag and your invitations and your plus one, opening the door to Yuji in a three-piece black suit, staring at you with wide eyes.

“You look great-”

“You look crazy beautiful-”

Both of you freeze at the word mix-up, then breaking into laughter as you loop your arm through his outstretched one.

“Seriously you look great, y/n. You have that guy wishing he’d never let you go! Wait then you wouldn’t be with me, so just make him miss you a bit but not too much!” he stammered out as you continued your way to his car.

“You are the worst two humans in existence.”

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13uswntimagines · 3 years

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She Might be a Forward, but You’re a Keeper (Emily Sonnett x Reader)

Request: Emily x reader where r doesn’t have the best reputation and is sorta known for being a troublemaker but once Emily comes into the picture everything changes. Livin’ The Dream by Morgan Wallen is what made this pop into head.

Author’s Note: Firstly, Firerfly and i thank the one voter so much for voting for this fic. Secondly this almost didn’t happen because my dumbass deleted from the doc just seconds after we had finished it. Thank you to @literaryhedgehog for saving it.

“You have to do it Sonnett,” Lindsey said sternly, taking a sip of her drink and ignoring Emily’s puppy eyes. She wasn’t going to feel bad about this. It was only fair, since she was the one who got them caught.

“Yeah,” Rose added, crossing her arms. “consider it your punishment for not following through on our prank on Pino.” Meghan had been pissed, and the lecture they had gotten did not seem to fit the crime, especially since they had been stopped. All they wanted to do was start an itsy bitsy prank war. Where was the harm in that?

“Oh come on.” Emily whined, glancing back and forth between the two girls and the woman standing on the other side of the room. “She would have murdered me if I let you put blue dye in her shampoo,” Emily said, her bottom lip trembling.

“And now Y/n might kill you so we’re even,” Lindsey shrugged, fighting a smile. Whatever way this ended, it would be entertaining for her.

Some might think that that it was a gross overstatement, but it wasn’t. You had a reputation. A terrifying history of explosions on the pitch, and a complete lack of approachability off of it. You didn’t give a shit what anyone thought, Alex and Kelley being the only exception, but you had known them forever so it didn’t count.

You didn’t have many friends (contrary to what the public though), but you were viciously loyal to the people you actually let get close to you.

The youngins had been warned that you did whatever (and whoever) you wanted and they should steer clear. You wouldn’t mess with them as long as they didn’t mess with you.

The problem was that the blond defender was smitten from the first moment she saw you this season. When she had first joined the team you had just been another veteran and the excitement of joining the national team had overshadowed everything else. But then you transferred to Washington during Club season and she started noticing you everywhere. Partially because you were everywhere- weaving around the field and her vision, at team events and now here at camp, and… she might have been caughts staring once or twice. Maybe Emily had tripped over her own feet a few times because she accidentally got distracted by the sight of you pouring water over your head after a hot practice, who's to say. Either way, her two meddling best friends knew about her little crush and had decided to use it as blackmail.

“I hate you guys,” Emily said, downing half her drink for liquid courage.

Lindsey rolled her eyes and shoved the defenders shoulder. “No you don’t,”

“You better get your ass over there before she starts flirting with another girl,” Rose said with a disinterested wave of her hand, motioning towards the dejected Brunette walking away from you. There was a parade of women all night, and it seemed none of them were having any luck.

Your eyes followed the woman as she left, but your face didn’t betray any emotions, appearing completely uncaring to anyone who happened to glance in your direction.

Emily nodded. It was now or never she supposed.

*****

You took an uninterested sip of you beer, swirling your finger around the glass when you set it back down on the bar. You had never exactly found team bar nights fun. It felt like thousands of people would come up and talk to you (and call you by name) and expect you to instantly be their friend.

You didn’t need anymore friends.

You took another sip of your flat beer, making a mental note to chastise Alex later for her terrible bar choice, and stared listlessly at the football (American style) game on the tv.

“Hey, wanna hear a joke about paper?” You turned slowly to look at the speaker. You squinted at the blond defender, tilting your head to the side, not letting your surprise that a youngin actually had the balls to talk to you off the pitch show on your face.

She scratched the back of her head grinning impishly at you. “Never mind, it’s tearable.”

You raised your eyebrow at the woman, you lips ticking up slightly at her adorable fidgeting.

That seemed to give her confidence, as she set her drink down and slid into the unaccompanied stool next to you.

“Why didn’t the vampire attack Taylor Swift? She had bad blood.”

You suppressed your snort at the terrible joke, hiding it behind a sip of your bad beer.

“It’s more fun if you actually let me respond before you hit me with the punchline,” You smirked, thoroughly entertained by the pink starting to bloom on the defenders cheeks.

“Oh, my bad.” Emily said, making an embarrassed face. “Sorry, I often tell dad jokes- most of the time he laughs!’

This time you did snort, the smile you were holding back finally cracking across your lips.

“Just most of the time? Sounds to me like you need to get a better one,”

“Is that a challenge I hear?” Emily said, a wicked gleam in her eye. A terrible joke competition was right up her alley.

“Not at all. I could never compete with someone with your… particular skill set. You should be a magician because you just make girls disappear,” You wiggled your fingers, mimicking a magical motion.

“Ouch,” Emily said, holding back giggles.

“You could let me ice that burn as consolation,” You shrugged, also holding in a giggle.

“Nah, I just need to wait a little for it to warm back up. You know what the hottest time of day is?”

“No, what?”

“Two- flirty!”

You cackled loudly, nearly throwing your head back.

****

“Is the Ice Queen actually smiling?” Kelley asked, sliding into the booth beside Alex, passing a disgustingly fruity drink to her girlfriend.

“It appears so,” Alex nodded, pushing the stupid mini unbrella out of her way to take a sip.

Her eyes followed your laughing form, taking in how your eyes lit up, and the way you leaned closer to the blond defender. It wasn’t your typically cocky posture when you talked to girls, you seemed much more unguarded.

“Who knew Junior had it in her. I never thought she’d work up the courage,” Kelley smirked over the edge of her drink. Emily’s crush on you wasn’t a secret (to the two of them at least), but they never dreamed Emily would actually make a move.

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen Y/n look at anyone like that.” Alex started thoughtfully. “Well maybe-”

“We don’t speak her name Alex,” Kelley interrupted with a glare. They didn’t talk about your previous relationship. It had nearly ruined you completely.

Rose and Lindsey joined Alex and Kelley where they were standing, all four trying to hide the fact that they were staring at you and Emily together.

“You enjoying the show too?” Rose said, shaking her head slightly as she watched. What the heck could you two be talking about? For a few seconds she saw you talk animatedly then - in unison with Emily - double over in laughter.

“You know something about this that we don’t?” Alex asked, glancing at the two younger players.

Rose and Lindsey exchanged a look. “Sonnett’s only over there because we made her,” Lindey said.

“How?”

“Told her we’d rat her out to Vlatko for the snack incident last camp,” Rose shrugged. Revenge was best served with blackmail.

“I didn’t know she had a soft side,” Lindsey said after a few minutes.

“Only a few people actually get to see it,” Kelley shrugged. You were guarded but not heartless. It just took a special touch to break that cast iron shell.

****

“Okay, okay. So I know a guy who's great at soccer but is super untidy.”

“You do?” You asked, biting your lip. You weren’t sure why you were suddenly nervous.

“Yeah, he’s just a Messi guy!” Emily said, already laughing on the last word.

You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding. “I think these are just getting worse,”

“Oh come on, you were the one who told the one about a frog liking hoppy beer,” Emily said, rolling her eyes. “I think that one was objectively worse.”

“Whatever you say cutie pie,” you said, leaning forward on your hand. You weren’t usually this interested in conversation. You were more of an… in and out kinda girl. But there was something about Emily that intrigued you. That pulled you in and made you want to know more about her than just her bedroom preferences.

“Pie sounds so good right now,” Emily said sighing deeply. “I don’t even have a joke to go with that, I just like pie. Although I think I read one at some point for Pi day, I could google it…”

“I don’t know any jokes either, but I do know a place pretty close to here if you wanted to ditch these losers,” You offered, picking idly at your napkin.

“Losers? I didn’t know the men’s team was here!” Emily smirked. You didn’t know if she was blowing you off, or just completely missed what you were implying.

“See that one was actually a good one. Those idiots wouldn’t know how to score if they were shooting at the broadside of a barn,” You shook your head. Half of the women’s team midfield had better finishing stats than all the men’s forwards. They were terrible.

“Oh come on. They’re not that bad. At least 9% of them are keepers,” Emily laughed. “Well that’s their position anyway. But yes, I would love to go get some pie with you. Just don’t tell Dawn I broke my diet.”

“No promises Princess,” You said standing, and holding out your hand to the woman. You kissed the back of her hand when she laced her fingers with yours, earning yourself another giggle.

It made your heart flutter, and you just wanted more.

“You sure you’re okay missing the end of the party?” Emily said hopefully, scanning as if to make sure no one would waylay you on your way out the door. The last thing she wanted was to get stopped by one of your parade of brunettes.

“Better than okay. The word happiness might start with an H, but mine starts with U.”

#uswnt imagine #uswnt imagines #uswnt x reader #emily sonnett imagine #emily sonnett x reader #literalhedgehog

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wolfish-trickster · 3 years

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Old oak tree

Loki x female!reader

Word count: 2,3K+

Warning: typos, angst, itsi bitsi fluff at the end

Tag list: @gaitwae @lucywrites02 @hard-to-be-the-bard @birdgirl90 @laramoonworld @forevernthensome @kozkaboi

"So, what do you think?" Loki asked spreading his arms and showing you his new outfit.

You shrugged. "Looks good to me."

"Don't you think it's too much?" he checked himself in your mirror.

"Is anything EVER too much for you?" you asked with a smirk.

"I just...I really like her and I don't want to mess up."

"You won't, trust me," you reassured him.

He hugged you tightly, to your surprise. "What would I do without such a friend like you?"

The younger prince bolted from your room faster than you could answer. You sighed and closed the doors after him so no one could hear your heart breaking, again.

You and Loki were friends. Best friends actually. But you started to to see him more than that years ago. And you hated it.

You already accepted the fact he'll see you as only his supportive friend. If only he could stop asking you to help him woo his love interests. He always asked your opinion on everything. Flowers, his outfits, gifts he wanted to give them.

Once he even asked to kiss you so he could practice. It was in general your and his first kiss ever. Your head spinned when your life long best friend and crush in one person gently placed his lips on yours, his tongue sliding to your mouth. When he pulled away he just mumbled simple 'thanks' and ran away, leaving you flustered and with a face on fire under your favourite tree. At first you often sat under that old oak, remembering the feeling and smiling to yourself. However with every new interest of Loki you started to avoid the poor tree. Hate it even. You hated how it represented how you foolishly threw away your first kiss.

You still stood by Loki. What else could you do? Confess your feelings? As if that'll help.

You started to see pattern in his interests and you never managed to tic the boxes. You were only average among everything; intelligence, looks, skills. There were hundred and one people who were exactly like you. Loki would never choose you over a noble woman or man he was used to courting.

Now, when you were finally alone, you could think about what are you going to do about your never ending crush. You layed down on your bed and stared at your white ceiling. You already tried to avoid him in hopes you will loose your feelings for him, that didn't work. You wrote down every negative thing about him, trick your mind he isn't a good boyfriend material. Didn't work either since he is the kindest person you've ever met. And the gentlest. And nicest. With the most beautiful smile and eyes. And arms that give the coziest hugs.

"Fuck," you whispered and closed your eyes. It always ended like this. No matter how much you tried, you could never see him as something less than a great person he was.

Suddenly you heard his melodic laughter under your windows. As well as some girl's. You couldn't take it anymore.

"You know what? If he can date around, so can I!" you told yourself in pure desperation to get rid of the jealousy and pain from knowing he will never love you.

First thing you did was hiding everything he gave you as a child, every little trinket you cherished in false thought he's starting to catch feelings for you. You removed all of it from your shelves and put in a big box sliding it under your bed.

There, now onto the more complicated part: the oak of your very first kiss. Your heart ached with every step you took towards it. It was already old and not so full of life like it used to be. Its bark was dry and overgrown with moss. The poor thing didn't have enough energy to grow its leaves as viscoulsy like few years ago. No one visited it anymore. It was lonely just like you.

"Looks like you're few years from death, old buddy," you patted its trunk. "Let's end your missery now."

You were on your way back to your room holding a little pot filled with soil. Nothing was growing out yet, but in few months you were expecting a small oak sappling to grow. You couldn’t say goodbye to your old wooden friend just yet.

There, deep in halls, sounds are resonating. Sounds you soon came to hate. Kissing, Loki chuckling, some woman moaning, door closing.

You sadly looked down at the pot and took the biggest diversion to your room, avoiding coming any near Loki's bedroom.

Few days later you still avoided Loki. That time was the first time he had brought anyone to his bedroom to do....that. It was good he didn't ask you to practice on you. If he did, you would've.... you don't know what would you do. Probably panic first and get angry next.

While Loki was, let's say, occupied you got closer to one soldier, Arne. He was kind, tall, ginger with freckles and very skilled fighter. He wasn't the smartest but he had a sense of humor and always tried to make you laugh. He wasn't Loki though, but it didn't matter. At least you kept yourself busy, so your heart could heal.

Right now you were in stables with Arne. He was telling you how he got his first horse when he finished his soldier training few decades back. You were braiding his mare's mane as he stood right beside you, his shoulder lightly touching yours. Everything was at peace.

"Y/N! Y/N, WHERE ARE YOU?" came Loki's voice.

Almost everything.

You turned your head towards his voice. He was rushing towards you until he stopped when he noticed Arne standing so close to you.

"Am I interrupting something?" he asked a little irritated.

"Well-"

"It doesn't matter, I have to show you something," he took you by the hand and started dragging you out of the stables only for you to slip your hand from his and hugging Arne. "See you tomorrow," you waved him goodbye and walked out, Loki trailing after you.

"So, what is it you wanted to show me?"

"What the Hel was that?" he pointed at you and behind him at the stables, completely ignoring your question.

"A hug. Why?"

"Since when are you hugging random soldiers? And since when are you even hanging out with low ranking soldiers like Hofferson?"

"His first name is Arne, and I'm allowed to hug whoever I want. Same goes for hanging out. Now are you going to show me the thing or can I return to him?"

"Right," he remember, took your hand again and ran to gardens. To the familiar now empty corner. "Look what some bastard did," he pointed at the wide oak stump.

"Yeah, I know."

"You do? Oh, darling," he threw his arms around you. You fought with yourself internally to not hug him back, but being close to him after a very long time felt just too good not to give in.

"I'm so sorry. I know it was your favourite tree. I will find the culprit and-"

"You don't have to," you interrupted and pulled yourself away from him.

"I do! That tree meant a lot to me too. I was actually working on a spell to bring life into it again."

"And how exactly did it mean a lot to you? I never saw you even near that tree."

Loki stuttered. "E-ehm, we had our first kiss underneath it."

"As if that meant anything to you," you muttered.

"What?"

"I said it was old and it had to be cut down."

"Well you could've asked me before you killed it," he spat rather angrily.

"My family planted it, I get to do whatever I want with it!"

"Did it mean so little to you?"

"No. On the contrary, it meant the world to me! That's why I had to cut it down!"

"What? Why? I don't understand you," he shook his head.

"Well excuse me for wanting to destroy the biggest thing that reminded me how my best friend stole my first kiss!"

"Stole? I asked and you complied!" Loki defended himself.

You groaned. "Okay fine, you didn't steal it, I lost it. Now can I go back to Arne?"

"Lost it?! Have you got any idea how many people would murder for a kiss from a prince? And why do you want to go to Arne so desperatelly? You never talked to soldiers before, so why the change of heart?"

"I like him, he's nice and courageous and-"

"I forbid it."

"What?!" you couldn't believe your ears.

"I forbid it. You can't whore around with soldiers like him, think about your reputation!" he crossed his arms infront of him.

"Whore around? Look who's talking! You've had at least 5 lovers in the past month!"

"T-that's different."

"And how exactly is it different, Loki?"

"I-"

You waited. Nothing came out of him.

"That's what I thought."

Few days passed, you continued avoiding Loki and he started to close off from everyone. Occasionally you saw some green sparkles in a shape of a person sitting on the oak stump. You figured that must be Loki under cloaking spell. All you wanted to do was run to him and hug him, he looked so depressed and lonely. Just like you were when you saw him with all those lovers in the past.

You felt bad for him. But you doubted he felt bad for you back then. Or now. So you always walked pass him, pretending you didn't notice him.

*knock knock*

You looked up from watering your growing oak sapling. Who could it be? You weren't expecting anyone. "Who's there?"

"Guess," came a dull voice.

You put away your watering kettle and hid the pot behind courtains. "Come in, Loki."

He stepped inside wearing one of his ordinary clothes, his hair wasn't slicked back like he used to style it and he had apologetic expression on his face.

"Y/N, I came to apologize."

Loki is apologizing. Now that's new. "What for?" you asked teasingly.

He sighed. "For saying you were whoring around. It wasn't right from me," he pulled out your favourite flower from behind his back, "friends?"

You took the flower. "Okay, friends."

Loki clapped his hands excitedly. "Great, now that we're at good terms with eachother I-"

"No!" you silenced him. You knew there had to be a catch. He made up with you just so he could ask you for help. Just like always.

"You don't even know what I was about to say."

"Oh, I think I do. You want me to give you advices again. Well, guess what? That's not happening. So you can, as mortals say, do 180 and walk out that door," you pointed behind him to your bedroom door.

Loki held out his hands in surrender. "I wasn't going to ask you that! I just want to talk."

"Oh," now you felt stupid. "Okay, a little talk never killed anyone I guess."

"Thank you," he let his hands fall down and took a walk around your room. "I see you were redecorating," he noticed all of his trinkets he gave you were gone. He assumed you most likely threw them out or burned them. Just the thought of it hurt him.

"Yeah," you hugged your arms to comfort yourself. "I still have them, I just didn't want to look at them anymore."

He turned towards you. "Why? First the tree, then my little gifts. What's next, me?" he joked to ease both your and his growing anxiety.

You chuckled lightly and shook your head. "No, don't worry."

He walked to you and put his hand on your shoulders. "Then why? We're best friends, right? We can tell eachother everything."

"That's exactly what I can't do," you grabbed his hand on your shoulder and slowly removed them.

"Why? Do you... do you hate me?"

"What? Heavens no! I could never hate you!"

He sighed from relief. "Good. But then why? I can't think of a single reason you would do those things. Wait. On a second thought," he held his chin between his thumb and index finger and looked down like he always does when he was thinking. He shook his head then and chuckled to himself. "No, that's absurd. You could never be in love with me."

You involuntarily tensed up. He noticed.

"Or could you?"

Tears started burning in your eyes as you nodded. "Sorry."

"For how long?"

After few minutes of thinking you shook your head. "I don't remember when it happened. It just happened."

"Well, when did you realise then? That you...you know? Are in love with me?"

"Few days before the oak kiss, I guess."

"But that was decades ago! This long time and I never saw," he facepalmed.

"And you...?" you asked hopefully. Maybe he will tell you he loves you too, right?

He sighed. "I'm sorry Y/N. I love you, but not like that. You have always been like a little sister I always wanted."

You nodded. Of course he doesn't love you like that. How even could he? You turned away from him and let some tears escape.

"Y/N, I'm so sorry," he rubbed your back. "We can still be friends. Nothing will change between us. I promise."

But it already did. Everything changed for you. How could you even look him in the eye?

You wiped away your tears and put on a perfectly rehearsed fake smile. "Okay, I can work with that," you offered him your hand, "friends?"

Instead of shaking it he hugged you. "Friends."

You hugged him back and let your fake smile fall. Your naive little self told you he will change his mind in the future. You are already so close with eachother. Closer than anyone you know. It's just a matter of time. For now, you can only dream.

#loki x reader #loki laufeyson #loki fluff #loki angst #loki x female reader #loki x reader angst #my writer's block is finally gone and I can write again!#wohooo!#loki oninson #loki laufejarson #loki

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eldritchtickles · 3 years

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A Lesson in Love and Dunamancy

And here's one of those once in a moon fics I write! Inspired by an ask from a long long while ago that I cannot find anymore lmao. But enjoy some wizard tickles! And of course a big thank you to the Critickle Role discord for not only lotsa ideas, but also keeping me writing this with your own amazing work lmao. Enjoy!

Fandom: Critical Role

Characters: Essek Thelyss, Jester Lavorre, Caleb Widogast

Word Count: 2665

“And as you can see here..”

The dark skinned hand moved lightly across the thick paper, gentle fingers tracing the runic symbols etched into its form. Essek’s eyes were focused as he read through the ancient script, while Caleb’s followed the drow’s finger with intent. Both wizards were sat closer to each other than either seemed to realise, leaning deeply into one another. The room was cosy, hazy with incense with small candles floating lazily through the air. Calm, oriented, as a wizard’s study should be. “These dunamantic symbols are the basis for most spells”, the Shadowhand continued. “Any current spell relies on these calculations, and predictably any new ones would include them too.”

“Ah, ja, I see it now…”, Caleb muttered, leaning closer as a slight smirk played at the edges of his lips. “I also see you already suspect I intend to play with dunamancy’s limits myself, hm?”

Ah, he was caught. A soft smile came to Essek’s face as he nodded. He knew Caleb Widogast would not be one to leave such magic alone if he could create with it. The transmutation master kept true to his discipline, creating something of nothing at a moment’s notice. Including making a need for Essek to put him back in place.

His face leaned down closer to his human companion’s, a twinkle of slight playfulness in his eyes at Caleb’s snark.

“Yes, Herr Widogast, I imagine you’ll be creating many a spell based on the Krynn magic, hm?”

As Caleb went to retort just as smartly, the gentle cosy candlelit haze of the room was bathed in the harsher light of the hallway outside.

“Oh Caleeeeeeeb~!”

Both wizards were suddenly acutely aware of their close proximity to one another as Jester Lavorre loudly interrupted their study session. In a second Caleb found himself alone on the floor as Essek’s floating spell took effect and jettisoned him into a more regal standing position, even if his face was flushed an embarrassed lilac colour.

“OH!’, Jester exclaimed, a not so sorry grin on her face as she surveyed the suddenly awkward tension she had created. “I didn’t meanto interrupt you two cuddling-“

“Jester!!”, Caleb yelped, embarrassment lending his voice a strangled tone as he stumbled to his feet and brushed himself off and cast a glance to Essek. “You… You did not disturb anything. Was there something you needed from us this urgent?”

Jester was already in the room as the wizard spoke to her. She inspected the floating candles overhead, courtesy of the magic inside Caleb’s Tower, giving each a slight poke to watch it bob away free of gravity. She cast a teasing grin at the two flushed wizards, before diverting her attention to the dunamantic scroll on the floor as she spoke.

“Weeeeelllllll”, she began, nose scrunching up as she tried to understand the arcane glyphs. “Beau asked me to get you! She needs help compiling notes, and said ‘his stupid keen mind would kind of be helpful’. So I came to fetch you for her!”

“Ah scheisse, you’re absolutely right”, Caleb said with a small groan, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Essek, would you remain here? I promised Beau earlier I’d help her with her endeavour, I’ll finish quickly and be right back to continue.”

“Ah, quite, yes…”, Essek mumbled, glad to feel the blush on his cheeks calm down. “Take all the time you need, alright? I’ll prepare the next part of the lesson in the interim.”

No more words passed between the two, just a polite smile and a nod before Caleb parted to help his comrade. Soon as the door closed, Essek let out a slow breath. What had he been thinking? This was a professional relationship, student and mentor, and yet he had been practically sitting in Caleb’s lap as he had taught. Where was his usual maturity? Had he gone mad? Really, he had to get his act together before someone thought-

“Essek likes Caleb~!”

The Shadowhand froze up. The heat of his lilac blush returned, reaching his ears this time. Just over his shoulder was the grinning face of Jester, he knew it. He could practically fucking feel her waggling her eyebrows suggestively at him. Damn tieflings.

He rounded quickly on the woman, face not seeming able to decide between incredulous, embarrassed, or angry. Probably a mix of all three.

“Jester I- You can’t think that- That’s just not-“

A breath. Nerves calmed.

“…….. Ms. Lavorre, you cannot make such claims about two acolytes. It is in very bad taste, our relationship is strictly-“

“Oh come ooooon, Essek! Admit it, you like the stinky wizard!”, the tiefling said in a lilting voice, walking around to his front so she could stand on her tip toes till her nose met his, which made him make a funny face as he floated back a step. “I mean, no one will blame you. Caleb is charming, and sweet, and kind of dirty but that can be fixed, and he’s so clever, Essek! And he’s-“

“Jester, I do not-“

His voice caught in his throat, before a pout was brought to his face as the drow turned from the intruder on his lesson. He started to spread out another spell scroll, putting all his effort into making sure he was solely concentrating on this.

“I would prefer not to speak on this topic if you don’t mind Jester.”

If it were anyone else, they might have taken the hint. Essek’s exterior had turned icy and aloof, as it had been when they first met, and was usually enough to deter more questioning. But while her insight may not be as good as Caducueus, Jester had enough of it to see through the drow’s shit.

“You are such a liar!!”, she whined, accentuating her point with a poke to the back of his ribs.

It took Essek a few seconds to realise through his brooding that he had squeaked.

It took a few more to have him pinned on his back underneath the grinning tiefling.

“Jester, this is most- A-Ah, Jester!!”, the Shadowhand blustered, squirming slightly as a clawed hand gripped his ribs. He was not used to… Physical touch. Much less being pinned with his arms above his head, straddled by a strong blue trickster. His blush was back in full swing.

“Well, are you going to tell me Essek~?”, Jester asked, that familiar lilt in her voice that meant a plan was in motion. “Or, we could juuuuuuuuuust…”

She accentuated her point with a gentle waterfall of tickles cascading down the stretched out ribs beneath her. Those pointed nails cut through Essek’s shirt worse than any blade, a choking giggle trapped in his throat now he expected it this time. That didn’t mean it didn’t- No, if he admitted the word to himself he’d be doomed.

“M-Ms. Lavorre, I would kindly ask you-“

Shit, he almost laughed as she brushed the area right under his arm. Deep breaths.

“I would ask you let me gohoho!! Dohohon’t!!”

That was most definitely a whine.

“Wow Essek, I knew you were squishy but even Caleb can hold out longer”, the girl teased with a giggle, concentrating her free hand on the wizards lower tummy. It was the spot that had earned the giggle, and with a slight ruffle of his shirt that dark drow skin was exposed to the air and a tiefling’s evil fingers, fluttering along his waistline. “Aren’t you the most ticklish Shadowhand in the Dynasty~! Tiiiiiickle tickle, Essek!”

“I am… T-Thehehehe only Shadowhand and you knohohow this full wehehehell Jester- DOHOHOHON’T SAY THAHAHAHAT!!”

She snickered at the little squeak as he said her name, and the subsequent shout at such a little tease. The poor man’s face was flushed so much you’d think him drunk, the only thing worse would be- oh, she couldn’t-no, definitely could. Artagan would be sorely disappointed if she didn’t.

“Ok Essek, time to get real!”, Jester said with a serious face, nodding to the giggly elf beneath her as if in agreement on what she was about to do. “When you want to tell me how much you looooooooove Caleb, you let me know, ok Essek?”

“W-What? Jester, wait, what?”, Essek asked as he regained his breath, diaphragm working overtime to get back oxygen lost to giggles. His mind was already slightly addled, not even realising his arms had been let go. He quickly did take that into account, if only because they had shot down to grab Jester by the horns and try push her away as a scream ripped through his body.

“JEHEHEHEHESTER!! THAT IHIHIHIS- EEEEEEHEHEHEEE!! TERRIBLE STOP IT STOP IHIHIHIT!!”

Ignoring his pleas, Jester just giggled and shook her head in amusement before returning to nibbling gently at the soft stomach beneath her. The tiefling’s hands held Essek’s hips down as her thumbs gently massaged a ticklish touch into the dips in them. His back arched as the sharp little teeth scraped along his skin, and as Jester cast a look up at his face her eyes lit up like a Winter’s Crest tree.

“You’re crying?!”, Jester giggled, an incredulous look on her face. Essek’s head was tilted back in ticklish ecstasy, eyes screwed shut as streams of tears stained his bright lilac cheeks. Frankly, it was the most adorable sight Jester had ever seen! And she knew she was close to getting an answer from the deathly ticklish drow.

“P-Plehehehease, Jester, just not my stohohomach...”, Essek pleaded weakly, hand still tangled in the tickle monster’s hair and horns. “I’ll do anythihihing, just not there..”

“Anything, hm?”, Jester pondered, raising herself from his stomach to give him a break and smoothing his shirt back down. Even thatearned a squeak, she noted. “Liiiiiiiiike….. Admitting you have a teeny, tiny, itsy-bitsy crush on Caleb….?”

There was a solid five seconds of silence as Essek debated with mattered more; his sanity, or his pride.

Jester got her answer as his face turned back to a pout, turning away from her.

She shrugged. Time to try somewhere else.

“Hm, alrighty then Essek!”

In a second, after a slight tousle, Essek’s light form had been flipped so he now lay on his stomach with Jester laying on top of him, facing toward his-

“Jester, don’t you fucking-“

His face burned as she ignored his words, feeling his ankles gripped in a hold by Jester’s deceivingly strong arms. He had of course taken off his shoes on entry of the tower, as any good guest would. Now he was wishing he’d be a bit ruder in the Nein’s abode.

“Oh, I’m just making sure your feet aren’t dusty when your crush comes back! See? I’m helping~!”

Essek thought no such thing as he felt those fluttering fingers returning to his poor oversensitive skin. He felt the tears well up already, which was fucking embarrassing might he add. Speaking of embarrassing…

“A cootchie coo, little Shadowhand~! Don’t be embarrassed, maybe Caleb will find it cute when he finds out how unbearably ticklish you are! He’ll be all like ‘ja, zat is inchresting Essek, you look so cute ven you are laffing unt squirming, tickle tickle my dear’. Just like that! Wow, you reeeeeaaaally hate teases huh, Essek? Let’s test!”

“Lehehehet us nohohot, Jester-“

“I’m going to get youuuuu~! I’m going to tickle these poor, helpless feet!! Aw you’re going to giggle soooo much when I just….”

“Jester, no, Jehehehester- NAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! STOP THIS INSTAHAHAHANT- EEEEEEEHEHE!!”

As her claws scratched from his heel, across his sole, before nestling under his toes to make a wiggling, tickling home for themselves, Essek lost all resolve. He barely kicked anymore, body limp as silent laughter overtook him. Instead he lay shaking from the intensity of it, face sore from smiling so much more than normal, tears rolling hot down his face and falling dangerously close to meticulously written scrolls. All till…..

“I- Pffft nahahahaaaaa!! I LIHIHIHIHIKE HIM JESTER!!”

No sooner had the words left the wizard’s mouth did the devilish fingers below leave him. Essek sucked in deep breaths, grateful for fresh air in his tired lung. Finally, a break… Even if…

His eyes snapped open as his blush deepened. Had he really-

He looked back quickly at Jester, grinning broadly with twinkling eyes.

“Jester-“

“I have to, Essek-“

“You will not, Jester-“

“OH, CALEEEEEEEB-“

No sooner had Jester yelled for the wizard of the hour had she found herself under Essek instead, helped by some sort of gravity spell. His hand was clamped over her mouth to shut her up, a panicked expression on his face.

“Jester, you cannot mention this to anybody, do you understand- DID YOU JUST LICK MY HAND?!”

The look of delight as Jester giggled through the barrier of his hand gave him an answer. Despite his panic, Essek couldn’t help but break a smile. Jester Lavorre was genuinely the silliest girl he’d ever met. But still, he had to keep her quiet… And there was one way to keep her that way.

“Let me explain this in a way you can understand Ms. Lavorre…”

Jester was about to say something rude back, but instead a muffled squeal was all that escaped. Essek had a look of absolute seriousness on his face, not unlike the first time they’d met him, that made the cleric’s eyes widen. Then they snapped closed as his hand goosed her lower rib, extracting another squeal.

“You are not to mention this exchange to anyone, understood?”

His hand moved lower, fingers digging deep into the pocket of her hip. Jester cackled and snorted behind the man’s hand, unable to fight against the dunamantic magic that held her in place. It seemed wizard’s made amazing ticklers, with their dexterous, precise fingers.

“Nod your head if you understand, Jester…”

Essek was enjoying this. He had a grin on his face, one less evil and more proud. Jester was about to nod when the hand at her mouth joined its brethren, both choosing to squeeze at the point where hips met thighs. The laughter that spilled from Jester’s mouth was hysterical, giving her the boost needed to break the spell’s hold on her as her hands weakly tried to pry Essek’s off of her, legs pedalling in the air with how much the Shadowhand’s fingers tickled.

“Ah… Essek? Jester?”

Both parties stopped dead. Neither had even heard the door open, but as they looked they found Caleb standing in the entryway. His face was noticeably flushed at the sight he had encountered, not able to look directly at them. Though Jester and Essek didn’t look at each other, both knew what the other was thinking; adorable.

“I-I apologise, Beauregard had asked the Tower be soundproofed tonight so I did not hear from outside… Should I….?”

“No!! Gods, Light no!!”, Essek yelped, scrambling to his feet and casting a half-hearted glare to Jester, who stuck her tongue out back. “Jester was just leaving, aren’t I right Ms. Lavorre?”

“Oh, of course, Mr. Thelyss~!”, the woman giggled, speeding from the room with a wink to the wizards.

“……… So that was-“

“Advanced interrogation techniques, we shall call them.”, Essek said quickly, trying to keep away the blush once more. Caleb couldn’t help a small smile crossing his face at that, taking a seat beside the spell scroll once more.

“Ah, a different sort of lesson for our cleric, I suppose…”, he said with a small chuckle, patting the spot beside him. “Let us stick to dunamancy for tonight, hm?”

Essek took a few seconds to smooth out his robes and compose himself. Seeing Caleb act so… Normally about all this. It was oddly comforting, to know he didn’t mind. Even stranger, Essek thought as he took his seat, was one observation.

That wasn’t so bad.

“Perhaps a lesson for another day, Mr. Widogast?”

He caught the way Caleb flushed and concentrated on the scroll, along with the small embarrassed smile that returned.

“Heh. Another day, yes.”

#critical role #critical role tickle fic #critickle role #caleb widogast #essek thelyss #jester lavorre #shadowgast #tickling #tickle fic #eldritch writes #YES WELCOME TO MY LONGEST FIC #i spent so fuckin much time on this akdskd #hopefully people like it tho!!

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smallraindrops-blog · 2 years

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Eeyy, is it okay to asked some interaction between our cute emo looking music man Orpheus with Sargent as their music is different by alot but Sargent sang a song that Opheus asked and Sarge sang something and it sound sad yet beautiful ( song called " Well meet again " )

Some Sunny Day

Sergeant x oc (in second part), Y/N x Hypnos (wake from this dreaming, also second part)

Word count: 1.4

Warning: cursing, sadness, no beta

Notes: hey so I found out I have been misspelling the word Sergeant when I was using Sargent (like come on spell checker, really? You tell me now?) if you would rather I use the misspelling let me know.

Anyway, thanks for your patience. These are two shorts. I thought I saved it but the second fic is that the Sergeant met Y/N and they talk about their lovers.

I hope you like it!

Sergeant sometimes forgot that they had another name, an actual human name. Of course, none of the people here had any names that sounded like the names Sergeant grew up with. Or customs for that matter.

They thought maybe it would be a funny book someday, a dead soldier from a different time period hanging out with the dead Greeks and their gods.

Only if they were in the mood to laugh.

Time passed strangely here, hours might be days and days were minutes. They had made a point of not asking about the surface world. For all they knew, their sisters had grown up, had their families and passed on. Or maybe they were still the little girls in that old house, waiting for their lost family to return to them.

They didn’t know which outcome they wanted.

“Sergeant?” A voice pulled them out their thoughts.

They looked up, eyebrows going up. “Oh Orpheus. I haven't ever seen you out of your chair before. Is there something you need?”

“There is nothing I require of you, just a simple question.” Orpheus said, waving a lazy hand in the air. His eyes darted past you for a moment, stealing a glance at Queen’s Persephone garden.

Sergeant moved ever so slightly, positioning their body in front of the gate. Orpheus sighed but he stopped looking.

“The question, my friend?” Sergeant prompted with a friendly grin.

“I have heard of the wars. But I must admit my question is one of music. I was wondering if you had any songs from your… home? Time? Forgive me, I don't know how to frame it.”

Sergeant tipped their hat up in thought. “I suppose, sir but I doubt a musician of your talent would be impressed by ‘Mary had a little lamb’ or ‘The itsy bitsy spider’.”

“Try me.” Orpheus said, his eyes narrowed. So they did, chuckling at the pitched look on Orpheus’ face.

Sergeant saw the side eye the beautiful lady Nyx gave them but she said nothing. If they knew her well enough, and they liked to think they did, she would bring up in her own dry humor way later.

“Those are children’s songs.” Orpheus muttered. Sergeant shrugged, “Sorry, buddy. I wish I had some more but we were poor and music cost money.”

Sergeant paused, normally they didn’t like to think about it but for something told them they could tell Orpheus wouldn’t mock them.

They still remembered how their pa, overworked and tired, would smile when their ma sang. Even as a child, Sergeant knew that their parents were unique in the way they loved each other. It was those quiet nights with only her sweet voices and the sounds of the frogs and fireflies for company.

“You would have liked my Ma, she sang like an angel. She had this one song she always sang for the family. It might be more up your alley if you like?” Sergeant offered.

Orpheus crossed his arm, “No more children’s songs?”

“Nah.” Sergeant said. “I think it was called ‘We’ll meet again.’ I think it was pretty popular on the radio too.”

Orpheus tilted his head at the word ‘radio’ and Sergeant noted it for next time. It just might blow his mind.

Sergeant cleared their throat as they tried to recall all of the words. They never sing, not really. Their accent would come out and well, folks just always thought of them uneducated. They hoped Orpheus wouldn’t be so judgmental.

The first lines flowed easily, and by the end of the second line, Orpheus was humming along, sounding just like Sergeant knew the song‘s music would. His foot tapped in time with the song, his eyes glazed over as he got lost in the song.

The fact he was so easily able to pick this song, written well past his time, his own studying of music spoke of his gift and talent.

The last of the words seemed to linger in the quietness of the hall, but not in a bad way, Sergeant thought.

After a moment, Orpheus spoke. “Thank you.”

Sergeant nodded, just glad they were able to blink away any tears before they fell.

“Actually, thank you Orpheus.” Sergeant said and thankfully, Orpheus seemed to understand what they meant.

For a little bit, Sergeant felt just a little lighter.

~~~~~

Sergeant knew some odd pairs in their lifetime but admittedly Hypnos and his mortal stood out.

Sergeant had seen some shit, did some as well but the sharp bolt of fear they felt when they first laid eyes on Hypnos’ mortal was something else.

They knew what the word ‘warrior’ meant, knew soldiers who called themselves such but it was a joke compared to this man. Hypnos’ mortal looked like he could get hit by a shell and keep going. God knew there were war generals that would give up their balls for someone like this man.

Where Hypnos’ mortal man was quiet and terrifying; Hypnos was lackadaisical and cheerful, often laughing at his own bad jokes. They didn’t even look like a match set even if they were good looking in their own ways.

Honestly, Sergeant had thought that Zagreus was pulling their leg when he told them about the couple.

The first time they actually got to meet him was during a training session that Zagreus invited them to.

“Hey, y'all can just call me Sergeant.” They greeted, sticking out a hand to the warrior. Sergeant’s Ma have raised them with manners and they would keep those manners even if this man was terrifying. His eyes, alert and intense, stared toward Sergeant’s hand for a long moment, his face blank. Sergeant wondered if they already made a mistake and they almost pulled away.

Then he took Sergeant’s hand and gave it a firm but not painful shake. Sergeant liked him already, most guys would use this opportunity to crush another’s hand but this one apparently felt no need for theatricals.

“Y/N.” He said quietly, letting go of their hand.

Slowly, over time as Sergeant learned about the house and it’s people, they grew to actually like Y/N. They didn’t know much about Y/n other than what Hypnos would talk about - or gush about really- but he was always respectful to everyone and seemed to have bottomless patience for Hypnos.

Sergeant also noticed that Hypnos was the only to get an actual smile out of Y/N.

Sergeant also noticed the gentleness that he treated Hypnos with, carrying quills for him or shutting down any shades that try to be rude to Hypnos. Sergeant got the feeling that he wouldn’t do that just for anyone.

And… There was something about them, the loud cheerfulness of Hypnos and the gentle quietness of his mortal that made Sergeant think of their own parents.

It was kind of nice to see that type of love again.

Sergeant liked their drinks and often made a point of getting one or two every time they were done working.

Usually though, they didn’t see Y/N in the lounge alone. The man was staring at the wall by where the cook worked, his arms crossed.

“Y/N! Hey there, fella.” Sergeant called out with a grin. He turned around but he didn’t look surprised. He probably already knew the exact moment Sergeant stepped in.

“Sergeant.” He greeted in that even tone he always had. Sergeant walked over and the cook already had their drink made. Sergeant tipped their hat in thanks, then took a quick sip.

“Waiting on your boy, I take it?” Sergeant asked. With a single finger toward the cook, they got Y/N a drink as well. He blinked at the drink but took it anyway.

“Yes. Paperwork must have gotten the best of him again.” Y/n said, taking a single sip.

Sergeant nodded, falling in a comforting silence with the man next to them. Then, y/n spoke, his voice still low. “Hypnos had told me about your partner. Congratulations to you both.”

Sergeant blinked then grinned. They knew they looked like a fool but even the thought of their sweetheart made them perk up.

“Yeah. Thanks fella. I somehow got them to like me, let alone even date a sorry thing like me.” Sergeant tapped their drink against Y/N’s. “We’re both very lucky sons of bitches aren’t we?”

For the first time without Hypnos’ presence, Sergeant saw a slight grin on Y/N’s face.

“Yes.” He agreed softly. “We’re very lucky.”

Sergeant knew that for Y/N, that this whole conversation was him yelling from the rooftop how much they adore Hypnos. They knew how lucky they were to even heard him agree, let alone smile.

So they just nodded and let another easy silence fill the space.

#Sargent tag #Sergeant

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captainseaweedbrains · 3 years

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The Hunger Games Again Ch. 6 Thoughts

I am chugging through finally! Here are my rambling thoughts on chapter 6:

I remember our Carson’s had a see-through elevator in it and I used to *love* going up and down it as a child. This just reminds me how young and pure Katniss is wanting to ride the elevator again.

She and Haymitch will be overseeing us right into the arena. In a way, that's a plus because at least she can be counted on to corral us around to places on time whereas we haven't seen Haymitch since he agreed to help us on the train.// I am just imagining these two wandering aimlessly if they were just left in Haymitch’s charge and have a little chuckle

Effie knows everyone who's anyone in the Capitol and has been talking us up all day, trying to win us sponsors.

"I've been very mysterious, though," she says, her eyes squint half shut. "Because, of course, Haymitch hasn't bothered to tell me your strategies. But I've done my best with what I had to work with. How Katniss sacrificed herself for her sister. How you've both successfully struggled to overcome the barbarism of your district." // Similar to the prep team, I cannot help but love her because Effie is just so tone deaf to how she comes off. It's funny.

what's she basing our success on? Our table manners? // You absolutely know she is, Katniss

I said, and this was very clever of me, I said, 'Well, if you put enough pressure on coal it turns to pearls!'" Effie beams at us so brilliantly that we have no choice but to respond enthusiastically to her cleverness even though it's wrong. // It’s stuff like this that endears me and everyone just goes along even though they’re like “wtf. No, idiot.” *wipes tear* You’re so stupid, Effie. I love you.

"But don't worry, I'll get him to the table at gunpoint if necessary." // It is with a curling wand and she is lethal with it

Yo. Sign me up for this instant dryer and hair detangler. I need that NOW.

A meal presided over by just Effie and Haymitch is bound to be a disaster. // I would pay to see it. And they totally do after the war Yes I am a Haffie shipper Don’t @ me

Katniss, you are not wrong. Sweet wine is the best.

Haymitch showing up right as the food is coming out is my kind of style. No, I don’t want to socialize. I am here to eat and I need to make that as clear as possible.

I wonder who’s the unfortunate soul who is stuck cleaning Haymitch up. Do you get paid enough for such a task? Probably not

Last time I mention it, but ughhhhhhhh with the food descriptions.

Katniss’ reaction to seeing Lavinia warms my heart for whatever reason and then I get sad because it’s connected to sadness

Peeta coming to Katniss’ slightly drunk rescue...What a saint.

WHAT DID DELLY EVER DO TO YOU, KATNISS? Calling her LUMPY? Part of me wonders, because clearly Peeta is close to Delly as childhood friends and the fact he thinks of her right away despite the two girls looking nothing alike, if there is a tiny itsy bitsy part of Katniss that is jealous of her. Maybe not so much because Delly and Peeta are close (though perhaps…), but I imagine Delly can easily thank people and talk to people and Katniss, bless her caring heart, does not have that natural skill. So there’s bitterness there and Katniss turns that bitterness into unfair slander on my girl. SLANDER.

Again, can we just talk about how these two work so well as a team? Picking up easily where the other leaves off? Amazing. Brilliant. We stan.

I still have many thoughts on Cinna and the hand holding. Clearly he was working with the rebellion and they were waiting for the right match to set it going. Maybe Cinna was just wiggling his way in and more like opportunity came a knocking?

When we get to my door, he leans against the frame, not blocking my entrance exactly but insisting I pay attention to him.//Peeta, your popular jock boy self is showing.

Maybe sharing a confidence will actually make him believe I see him as a friend.// I know you don’t fully trust him, Katniss, but your subconscious seems to disagree with you if you’re willing to share anything with him.

I really enjoy how SC does this. She distracts us with the flash and glamor and then swiftly reminds us of the horrors that is Panem and the whole reason Peeta and Katniss are here. So similar to how we handle information today and how the news and government try to change our focus to other things to hide from the big, scary picture.

*cries because they read each other so well and pick up meaning behind what the other is actually saying*

You do have the sense that we might be under surveillance here. // They are, no worries

Lmao at it just being such an obvious thing that Katniss and her dad hunt(ed). I know the Mellarks trade(d) with them, but still funny. The not-so secret of the district

There was a moment, after the bird call, but before the hovercraft, where the girl had seen us. She'd locked eyes with me and called out for help.// I love when Katniss tells stories of her past. It’s so haunting and somber. Very clear to picture, and the obvious guilt she feels here. Gets me every time.

Peeta takes off his jacket and wraps it around my shoulders. I start to take a step back, but then I let him, deciding for a moment to accept both his jacket and his kindness. A friend would do that, right? // *weeps* Peeta is such a good egg. A true gentleman. Yes, Katniss, accept his kindness.

HOLD THE FRONT DOOR. He *buttons* the coat? Peeta is really going all “Last few days of life. We’re just going for it.”

The 1950s vibe of giving the girlfriend the letterman jacket I feel in this Chile’s tonight

And now begins Terri’s frequent comment about how Peeta Mellark is a rebellious boy by nature and does not get the credit he deserves by helping set the building blocks for Katniss later on in the book/series

Sldkmflm PEETA, YOU ARE SO OBVIOUS. Asking about Gale all ~casually. iS He yoUr CoUsIN??? As if you don’t know.

Peeta is a really good liar, yes, Katniss. but he would never lie to you

I find it interesting that Peeta flat out says Mr. M probably wanted a daughter, yet in fandom, it’s Mrs. M.. Interesting.

The idea that I might ever have been discussed, around the dinner table, at the bakery fire, just in passing in Peeta's house gives me a start. It must have been when the mother was out of the room.// Now all I’m imagining is Peeta talking about Katniss to Delly, his confidant, and her just patting his head.

It seems impolite to say she never mentioned the baker except to compliment his bread // Dang, Mrs. E.. Show us how you truly feel.

We're at my door. I give back his jacket. "See you in the morning then."

"See you," he says, and walks off down the hall.//

I know Katniss is going through A Lot right now, but child, pick up your clothes before you shower.

At least she apologizes.

But still.

You don't forget the face of the person who was your last hope. // Honestly, one of the best lines of the whole series. Fight me on that, but it’s so true.

I wonder if Katniss has anxiety with how her thought process goes with the guilt and her feeling like she’s not good enough, etc..

On to the next chapter!

#The Hunger Games #thgagain #The Hunger Games Again #Terri reads The Hunger Games #My thoughts #I have feelings

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Nameless Girl | Shizuo Heiwajima x Reader

I remember when I first watched Durarara years ago, I instantly liked Shizou. Such a sweet, misunderstood man.

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Nameless Girl

She hadn’t expected to ever find herself filled with such excitement, much less having thought that it would come right to her,

But it did, and it started out like any other day...

“Yes,” she replied dully, “ I’m almost home dummy, stop worrying,” she said with a smile, trying to shake off her good friend’s worry. “I know it’s getting dark, but trust me the streets are packed,” (f/n) argued back, “So, nothing’s gonna happen,” she assured (best friend’s name.)

News of the Slasher set off worry, and her good friend was one of the many people set on protective overdrive,

“ Alright, Alright, I’ll message you when I get home, alright?” (f/n) said with a soft smile, shaking her head as she was still on the phone.

From the other line an exasperated voice continued to jabber, annoyed at the casual manner the young woman dismissed it with,

“-Ok, Ok Bye!” (f/n) laughed, hanging up. “I swear nothing will happen!” She added with assurance trying to play off the seriousness with her chuckle.

Because what were the odds she’d be attacked?

What were the odds something so extraordinary would happen to the ordinary?

She was ready to put her phone back in her jacket’s pocket when she suddenly fell back. Her cell, which had been in her right hand, practically flew from her loose grasp as she came down.

It then slid farther from her and onto the crowded street, making her eyes round widely,

“Oh shit!” she fretted, crawling towards the fallen, little technological piece with haste. Fortunately, she hadn’t taken long to react, scrambling off from her ass and crawling towards the cell before someone carelessly stomped on it.

Once her hand came in contact with the phone the young woman snatched it and clutched it close to her chest, almost afraid to take a moment to look down at it, knowing it could be cracked.

Yet again she cursed, hoping to high heaven that it was just fine, or that at the very least, it had a tiny, itsy bitsy scratch she could just ignore.

Standing up, she gave a quick heave before dashing her (e/c) eyes down to the cell, finding it to be safe from any nasty damage.

Not a single chip or crack was in sight making her cry out of utter joy,

“Yes!” she chirped, her face wiped off of any trace of negative emotion, instead, looking elated.

It had taken her months to pay it off, and she would have been heartbroken to know the small splurge she’d invested in hadn’t lasted even a year.

‘Luck is on my side!’ She cheered.

A low rumble of curses then brought her eyes forward, causing them to land onto a man who seemed to be in a similar position as she was,

‘Hold on,’ She thought to herself, feeling her blood run cold. ‘You've got to be kidding me,’ She inwardly cried.

As she had trailed her eyes up to him, her breath hitched, immediately recognizing him from the descriptions, and biting her tongue, she refrained from saying something stupid that could trigger him.

He was someone an everyday person would gossip of, but never have the nerve to face, not even in a wild dream...

‘Shizuo Heiwajima.’ She confirmed once taking a second look at his outfit.

It was the same Shizuo Heiwajima she’d been warned to stay away from. The same one that couldn’t control his rage, who terrorized the entire city with flying vending machines on a daily occurrence as well.

‘THAT Shizuo Heiwajima...’ She thought to herself visibly shrinking. ‘Lucky me’ She panned, taking back her earlier declaration of good fortune.

“I’m so sorry!” she squeaked, quickly bowing her head in apology, “ I should have watched where I was going!” she blubbered, “ I’m really sorry!” she rambled on before the man, sticking her head down with the utmost respect.

‘Please don’t kill me!’ She translated in her mind, hoping he understood the unspoken cry through her apology.

Watching with widened eyes, he stared down the young woman with a look of surprise worn on his face. His full attention was on her to such a degree that almost everything else became an afterthought. Heck, even the guy he’d been chasing down became irrelevant by then.

He had even forgotten why he had been so angry in the first place…

‘Some dumbass…’ He dumbly thought to himself, ‘It’s always some dumbass,’ He added, knowing it was true.

“That dumbass who’s probably gone by now,” he tisked to himself, slowly coming back to his senses, his shoulders dropping in defeat.

Taking notice of his rather passive, defeated behavior she stood up with returning confidence, her concern growing for him instead,

“Hey...I didn’t hurt you did I?” she asked with worry, taking a small step forward, a notable concern visible on her lovely face. However, it was clearly noted she was still cautious not to come too close, despite the placid kindness being directed at him.

‘I wasn't the one that just flew a couple of feet…’ He thought to himself as he shook his head.

He then stared stunned at her as he saw her hand open before him. Nervously, her hand stretched out to him and with graciousness he took it, soon standing at his full height and towering before her,

‘I guess I should just thank her,’ He thought to himself, intent on doing so, however, he found difficulty in doing so.

He opened his mouth to speak, letting nothing but a small croak escape his dry mouth. With pursed lips he continued to stare down at the female, not knowing how to push out the jumbled words from his mouth.

To his misfortune, his voice caught in his throat, and instead of being a normal human being with actual social skills, he turned, walking away stiffly.

That day, Shizuo Heiwajima cowered, leaving the dumbfounded cutie with confusion in regards to their first encounter.

“Wait...what was really him?” She said softly, murmuring to herself with wonder.

She lightly gnawed at her thumb’s already abused and previously chewed little nail, not sure what to really think of him.

‘ Rather odd, but not at all some monstrous freak, ’ she thought to herself. ‘...Kind of cute actually,’ she mused with a small, girlish giggle. “Kind of cute?” she said out loud to herself as she contemplated over her daring, little thought.

“More like handsome, kind of charming,” she corrected herself thinking back to the man and the little stain of pink that may or may not have been painted over his face.

‘But wasn’t he supposed to bash my face in?’ She wondered. ‘Beat me up?’ She added, confused, though grateful none were part of the aftermath of their collision.

Her thoughts were then halted when she heard a different voice, deep and masculine with a heavy hint of an accent clearly not native to Japan,

“ Come try Russian sushi, yes?” The man said, offering her a gigantic smile of welcome.

“Russian sushi?” she repeated back, confused, “Is there such a thing?” she muttered before she turned to the voice.

And In her vision was a very tall man, with dark skin and grey eyes peering down at her.

She jumped seeing such a gigantic man towering over her, but quickly calmed at seeing he was just offering her a piece of paper.

Gingerly she accepted it, her eyes skimming over it.

“Ah, Russian sushi, so Russian accent,” she confirmed with a nod.

“Yes, yes, come try, you will like!” He said as he began to push her towards his shop. “ It's fresh! it's good!” He insisted, not giving her room for denial.

She sweatdropped as she allowed herself to be pushed inside because she knew that even if she tried to oppose, she doubted he’d let her slip by without her giving his restaurant a try.

Staying was a decision she didn't regret because she did enjoy it there and if she could give it an 8/10, a rating she’d be more than willing to rethink once she came back later in the week.

Her life then went on as usual, with the same ol same ol, except for one, tiny, little detail,

‘Shizuo,’ She mused, wondering just what he’d been up to the last few weeks.

Nothing had changed in her life except for the fact that every now and then, far too often in her opinion, she thought of the blonde man. Sometimes it was unexpected, remembering him throughout the course of the uneventful weeks with fondness.

Other times, like the present time, she willingly thought of him, wanting to know if the rumors about him were true,

‘Does he always wear that suit, and nothing more?’ She pondered, truly curious.

It was a cold winter night and Ikebukuro looked beautiful, a lovely sight to behold. The gentle descension of snowfall was a pretty sight to witness as it covered everything in sight, painting the streets with pure white.

As the snow came dancing down from the sky and peppering the streets with teenie dots of white, she smiled happily, not at all in opposition to the chillier days to come.

It was the first snow day of many to come, and she looked forward to what days lay ahead, fully prepared to enjoy each and every one.

She liked snow, and of course, what was much more, the chilliness of the night.

Momentarily, (f/n) found herself stopping, gazing up at the snowfall with memorization as the rest of the crowd went along their night, almost as though nothing had changed.

Almost like the beautiful sight was something of the everyday,

‘I guess that's what city life is,’ she thought to herself, taking into consideration that in such a buzzing and packed city, people didn’t have time to just stand and stare at the sky as idly as she did.

They had places to go, people to be with...

And those who weren't in a rush to get home had already had enough of the season.

Her tongue peeked from her lips, sticking out straight in wait of a teenie, little dot or two to land on it. And it didn’t take long before she caught some, having them instantly melt onto her warm muscle.

“ ah...I really do love Ikebukuro.” She mumbled, keeping her nose lifted, staring up at the darkened sky with glazed eyes of astonishment. “It’s so lovely here,” she added, digging her gloved hands in her coat pockets as she began to walk forward mindlessly.

She didn’t have a real destination, nowhere she had to really be at the moment, so decided she wanted to see more of the busy city.

Maybe she’d find some new place to eat, a new place to shop...

Heck, even some new friends.

‘I should get to talking to more people,’ She mused, knowing that co-workers didn’t really count.

She did also have (best friend) But they were out of the city, a long way from each other, studying off elsewhere to work on their dream career.

‘Maybe I should have also gone...’ She thought to herself, ‘Maybe I should have just taken the risk...go off somewhere else.’ She thought dejected.

‘Thinking of taking risks...’ she added while her mind yet again drifted off to the strange man she had met a couple of weeks ago,

‘Shizuo, I wonder if I’ll ever see you again... I also wonder If It'd be such a bad idea to go and look for you...’ she continued while her mind went to the blonde male, well aware that she had gotten an innocent, little infatuation with him.

With a blue sigh, she pouted, ‘Figures I’d set myself on someone so

…unattainable.’

Her body then clashed with another and she fell back with a small yelp, startled by the collision.

“Ahh man,” she sighed, and she winced as she slowly rose her head up, looking up at the man standing before her. And as luck would have it had been the one person she had found herself thinking of just a little too much lately,

Shizuo Heiwajima...

‘ It’s him, ‘ she thought while her (e/c) colored eyes rounded, a smile rising.

The same blonde-haired, sunglass-wearing guy from before was right there and to her disappointment, he looked not all too different from the first time she'd encountered him.

With the colder weather, everyone had decided to switch out to burlier clothing, something to bring warmth, but Shizuo was the strange man out, wearing the same bartender suit as that previous night, having nothing at all to save him from the cold night.

He looked exactly as he did the last time they met, except now he was adorned with few bruises over his face, red little blotches staining his white button-up shirt as well.

He tisked, a sound of obvious annoyance, preparing himself to give whatever idiot that crashed into him a good scare, when he stopped dead in his tracks, staring at the person with widened eyes.

'No way,’ He thought while marveling at her.

it was the same girl that he ran into before, now sitting right in front of him, the same little, startled expression she had worn the first time being present.

‘Ah, damn…’ He thought to himself as he felt his mouth go dry, the little bit of saliva that he could gather up forcibly traveling down his throat as he tried to prep himself to say something, preferably something nice.

Something that wouldn't make her run off too quickly….

“Maybe this is how we’ll keep meeting, eh?” She said smiling, beating him, seeming to not think twice about starting a little conversation with him.

“You keep running into me,” she added, smiling with amusement, a hint of tease in her playful tone.

‘Does she even know who I am ?’ he wondered with a small huff.

“Yeah…” He responded, holding out his hand to her, one she took without hesitance.

Everything went by swimmingly until she frowned, pursing her lips together and sighing, seeming annoyed with something.

“ Oh... You shouldn't be walking around like that.” She Chided, shaking her head in disapproval and pointing towards him, more specifically his attire.

He looked down at his clothing and wondered just what the heck she was talking about, what bothering his choice of clothing did to her.

“It's so cold outside,” she said shaking her head at him. “....And you're wearing that,” she said in a knowing manner, a hand on her hip, fully judging him.

“ so ?” he responded, a bit roughly, raising his defenses up as she attacked his outfit, the same one his brother had so kindly given him.

“The so is that you’ll get sick,” she said in a ‘matter of fact’ fashion, her face showing worry, melting into sweet concern.

“ you don't know me,” he responded back, stuffing his hands in his pockets, glaring down at her, chewing on his tongue, knowing he was sounding like a complete asshole. He didn’t want to sound so sharp and dismissive, but she was making him nervous, the little woman making his heart grow erratic.

He’d been practicing small talk, little things he could say to her if he ever had the chance of running into her again, but as he found himself at the perfect moment to use his mirror exercises, he blanked.

“So?” She said copying in his earlier response, making his eyebrow twitch. “ I might not know you, but you can still get sick,” She elaborated.

‘Walking out in the cold like this,’ She thought with lightly pressed lips.

Didn’t anyone worry about the man?

Unwrapping the warm scarf around her neck she offered it to him with a gentle smile, “ Here,” she said to him. She held it out practically shoving it in his face, “ just take this,” she added softly.

To anyone else, the offer may have been easy to understand, but he seemed to not get the gist of what she was doing, staring quizzically at the held out piece of cloth.

Like before he said nothing and only stared down at her, the same face caught in between anger, frustration, and just a whole lot of other mixes of messy emotions he wasn’t well at controlling.

She gave him an exasperated smile and shook her head while seeming entertained by him, and he wondered if she smiled so much around everyone else.

Was she all giggles and smiles?

Was she always so cute?

“I can tell you're not the type of guy for hand me outs, especially from some stranger,” she giggled. “ nonetheless...take it please,” she added.

His eyes were unreadable to her as she couldn't see past the tinted frames, but if she had been able to peek past them she would have easily noticed that they were practically glowing with appreciation.

His hardened hazelnut orbs softened and glimmering with gratefulness he couldn't properly put into words because yet again his voice had died.

He inwardly cursed, belittling his stubborn mouth for not moving all while he berated himself for not being a normal human being.

And perhaps his behavior seemed strange to others, but to her it was endearing.

“Maybe next time we run into each other you can hand it back,” she told him, her heart fluttering at the idea.

She giggled against her will at the noticeable tinge of pink on his pale cheeks, because with such a serious face he looked adorable.

And once again, she wondered if this man, Shizuo Heiwajima was the same one the vicious rumors had made him out to be.

Was he really a violent man? Terrifying?

‘ Not likely...’ she thought.

She’d only met him twice, and each time it was pleasant to encounter.

He had the right to snap at her for bumping into him, but he didn’t. Instead, he stayed quiet, just shy enough to show off the sweet rosy color now present on his cheeks.

If anything, she concluded that he was just a bit more on the less social side, which she understood, being somewhat of an introvert herself.

“So just take it, It's fine !” she chirped with insistence. Giving him no escape by following up with a wave, dashing through the filled streets on her way home, grinning wildly, her heart happy and bouncing with each step.

“- Please take care of yourself! ” she advised him before running off into the crowd and eventually disappearing away through the mass of people.

She just wanted to go home now, push her face against a pillow and squeal, gush like a teen with a massive crush,

‘I can’t believe I ran into him again!

And I can’t believe I gave my scarf to him!’

It was only a matter of seconds before she vanished, not a strand of ( h/c) hair being left behind to trail after.

- Only then could he begin to function properly, finding his voice.

He then stared down at the piece of clothing and sighed, reluctantly wrapping it properly around his neck, his gloved hand momentarily stroking it, not being able to feel the material with his own hands, but from the way it tickled at the back of his neck, he could feel the softness, and even the warmth she left behind on it.

“At Least it's not flashy,” he muttered looking down at it.

It wasn't designed in any particular way that stood out, just a simple black color that seemed to be knitted wool.

if anyone were to see him wearing it they wouldn’t assume it belonged to anyone else but him.

But there was just one thing that was off...

A distinguishable scent invaded his senses, blocking out the rest of the city's mixed uniqueness, becoming the overpowering fragrance.

With his right hand, he pushed the material around his neck up slightly above his pointed nose, smothering it with the sweet smell.

‘ perfume.’ He figured, ‘ Her perfume...’

He stood motionless for a few seconds, lost in his thoughts, many of which were about the (h/c) woman, but he knew they had no true importance.

They were things like :

Did she knit the scarf herself? Or had she bought it?

Had a friend been thoughtful enough to give it to her?

Was it just perfume? Or was it the fabric softener she used?

Was it maybe body wash?

All he knew was that it was a sweet, little smell that surrounded him, making his mind grow jumbled with thoughts of the young woman, most of which included questions he had about her since he first saw her.

It made the already noticeable blush on his cheeks worsen, and he huffed in frustration.

His warm breath collided with the chilly air and made a large puff of white cloud form,

“Damn it …” he muttered, looking back to the direction (f/n) ran off to.

He should've thanked her...

He should have said something other than grunt like some wild boar...

He really should have...

‘I’m such an idiot,’ He thought to himself.

He regretted not doing so for the second time, proving he was nothing more than some unsociable buffoon not capable of even giving her a well deserved and good-natured thank you.

“Damn it !” he said louder, wanting to bash his head into a brick wall, maybe more than once… perhaps a good three or four times just to make sure he did a good job.

If he pushed everyone aside and sent their frail bodies flying as he dashed through... Would he then reach her..?

Would he somehow be able to find that sweet, little lady now that the full streets of Ikebukuro had swallowed her up? Or were their meetings only chance?

Two chances he had already blundered.

“It’d be my luck,” he grumbled, thinking about the possibility that this had been his one shot.

‘ What was her name?’ He wondered, inwardly cursing at the fact that in those two times, he hadn’t even bothered to ask for her name. She knew him very well, his name and his reputation, and yet she was a mystery to him.

A cute face without a name...

“She’s probably gone by now..” He said looking up at the darkened sky.

‘ She was pretty cute... ‘

So cute he thought about her again that night, not knowing he was on her mind with similar regrets.

......................

He took a low drag of his cigarette, the last of the death stick as he thought about her some more. By that point, nothing was able to give him ease as even his favorite brand of smoke was falling short.

He looked down at his watch's face, the hour hand finally changing before his eyes.

In his opposite hand, he held the black scarf, unintentionally squeezing it tight in his nervous hand.

Leaned against an open shop’s wall he waited for her to show up, having realized that it was around the time she usually passed by.

With another hour passing him, and an extra twenty-five minutes to add along to the waiting time, Shizuo sighed largely, his head hanging,

“ I look like an idiot, “ he muttered, his grip on the scarf tightening.

The hand where he wore his watch was also full, holding a small arrangement of flowers he had picked out, now being bent at their stems.

Pushing himself off from the building, he decided to go back home, having spent too much of his time waiting on someone that wouldn't show.

Someone he didn’t even know...

In all his frustrated disappointment he then caught the sight of (h/c) colored hair, the side profile of a familiar beauty walking right past him.

It was a desperate, daring move, but as she took a step forward his arm shot out, pressed against her midsection to hold her back, causing her to suddenly yelp.

“Hey just who-” Stopping midway through her rant she looked up at the blonde, her face instantly brightening, rid of all the trace of annoyance she had begun to show,

“Oh Shizuo!” she chirped, smiling brightly as though she’d just caught sight of an old friend.

“It’s really you!” She said with a small grin, not at all bothered by their proximity, nor his intimate hold on her, seeming somewhat disappointed when he let go, giving her the ability to properly face him,

“Here,” he said stiffly, shoving the crushed blossoms in her hands, and with Wide eyes, she gazed down at them,

‘He got me flowers,’ She mused, not able to hide the instant wash of giddiness that drowned her.

‘He got me flowers...’ She thought again as he walked alongside her, suggesting to walk her home, his justification being that there was a murder on the streets, one he’d protect her from.

‘He’s walking me home...’ She added, her face glowing the entire time.

“Thank you for walking me home,” she said softly, speaking with notable appreciation, “And for the scarf,” she added. “ Oh… and the flowers, “ she continued on, still holding on to the ruined bouquet, holding them with both hands, caring for them as though they hadn’t been completely destroyed by his stupid strength already.

“Yeah…” he muttered, his face drawing away from her, but his eyes peering down to the small flowers, slowly trailing them up to the small, pretty smile she wore.

“Well...this is it,” She informed him, stopping at a small apartment complex, “Luckily for me, it's right at the front,” She told him, gesturing towards the small entranceway facing the street.

“Um...Shizuo?” She said softly, seeming shy at the little utter. She gestured him closer with her index finger, and surely he came down to her, thinking she had something else to say, but to his surprise she came up to him, softly pressing her lips over his cheek, her warm lips spreading heat through his entire face, going against the chilly air’s own caress.

Backing away from him she hid behind her door, peeking out at him, her pretty (e/c) eyes batting, “ Thank you Shizuo… thank you for being gentleman,” she told him, seconds before she closed the door on him, a soft click of the door properly closing up, followed by another as she placed the lock on it sounded.

Dumbly, he stood motionless, staring at the spot before him where she had stood. With his hand slowly raising up, his fingers grazed over the small spot she had kissed him.

He couldn't believe she had actually done it or even considered it.

Putting his hand in his pockets he then hung his head, realizing he hadn't asked her for her name yet again.

They’d actually talked, swapping little mindless stories, and he was even led to her home, yet still had no name.

“Unbelievable,” he muttered while he hung his head, however this time around, he wasn’t defeated.

He wore a small smile, still feeling the ghost of the sweet press to his cheek present over his flesh.

‘Well...there's always tomorrow,’ He thought to himself, chuckling to himself as he thought of all the little excuses he could make to talk to her, knowing that it probably wasn’t necessary for him to wait out her door, because eventually, they’d run into each other again,

‘I’ll get it right,’ He mused, his walk back home pleasant as he thought of all the ways he could try and make her smile.

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