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weebswrites · 3 years

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Hello! You probably have a lot of requests right now so I apologize for adding on to it.

Would it be possible to request the brothers (+Solomon) comforting an MC that’s just super stressed with school and just life?

Recently, school for me has been..to say the least, mentally exhausting and there are just countless nights of crying or pulling all nighters cause I’m so behind (2nd quarter cause I started school rather late, it’s complicated). I’m so sorry for ranting about this. But yeah could I just request it to be super fluffy? If you end up writing this, thank you so much! Stay safe <3

The Demon Bros & Undatables: Comforting a Stressed MC

Lucifer

• He wasn’t sure how to comfort you when you first arrived in the devildom, but after a few weeks spending time together he picked up your comfort activities and items

• So when he heard you crying in your room late one night, a night he knew was the night before a big exam you’d been studying like crazy for, he knew what to do

• He went to the kitchen and grabbed a comfort snack and your favorite drink, stopping by his room to get a blanket that smelled like him before gently opening the door to your room

• You sniffled and wiped your face, turning to see who it was

• “Lucifer, hey. Sorry, I didn't mean to wake you up”

• “You didn’t, my love. Here” he wrapped the blanket over your shoulders and placed the kitchen Items on your desk, close enough for you to reach them but far enough if you couldn’t eat then you wouldn’t feel forced. He then walked to your bed and grabbed your favorite stuffed animal, placing it in your lap and kissing the top of your head

• “What can I do to help” his voice was soft, and the two of you spent the night cuddled in bed, sitting against the wall as he quizzed you on facts until you both fell asleep (he set an alarm so you wouldn’t miss your exam, don’t worry)

Mammon

• Gift-giving love language, despite his constant urge to sell your things

• So whenever you’re stressed over schoolwork, he picks up an extra shift at Hell’s Kitchen (secretly) and brings you a coffee / your energy drink of choice and a little trinket he saw that made him think of you

• Your desk has accumulated quite a pile of these little gifts, and when you look up at them it fills you with a familiar warmth that only his affection can give you

• He has the best timing with these too, whenever you feel yourself getting overly frustrated you hear a knock at your door or see your D.D.D. screen light up with a text from him

• He also gives incredible shoulder massages? You had no idea, but when you’re hunched over one night and feel his hands straighten your back and start kneading the sore muscles in your neck you swear your soul left your body

Leviathan

• He’s a great listener and will let you vent to him any time, anywhere

• He doesn't sleep much anyway, so when you text one night that you’re coming over because you need to blow off steam he likes the message and prepares a blanket and stuffed animal for you to squeeze

• Bonus: he got a stuffed animal just for you to take your anger out on, a little bit so you wouldn’t squeeze one of his Ruri-chans, but also because he loves you

• He greets you with a hug, every time. Nights that you were especially fed up you’d collapse in his arms, crying or yelling or anything to just get the frustration out

• He holds you close and once you get it all out he whispers words of affirmation in your ear, always knowing exactly what to say to comfort you

Satan

• If anyone knows how to relax, it’s Satan

• So whenever you need to cool down you head to your favorite brother’s room (or the library. usually the library.) to seek refuge from your work

• The two of you are like soulmates, so whenever he sees you he can instantly tell how you’re feeling and what you need

• And no matter what it was, a hug or space to just be alone or literally anything, this man will get it for you

• He helps you study a lot too, the two of you worked well together so having him quiz you or help you come up with ways to remember things always made you feel more confident about what you were learning

Asmodeus

• Will draw you a warm bath whenever you’re too overworked, filling it with soap of your favorite scent and lighting a few candles for around the tub

• He gives you space if you need it, but if you want to keep studying from the comfort of the bath he’ll help you

• Unless he notices that you’re too overwhelmed and working yourself past exhaustion. Then, he bans you from studying while you’re together (which he promises won’t be long, but he always makes sure it’s long enough for you to rest)

• Pulls out all the stops to make you feel the comfort you need and deserve, even giving you a gentle scalp massage as you fight off falling asleep in the tub

Beelzebub

• Food is the way to his heart, but he understands that isn’t the same for everyone

• So he takes time to learn about what things make you happy, what things to avoid, and more

• When you drag yourself to his room late at night, exhausted from studying late and crawl under the covers with him, he knows what will help you

• He kisses the back of your head while pulling your body softly against his, and hums one of your favorite songs from the human world until you’re asleep

• You wake up the next day together, and he treats you to whatever you want for breakfast, making sure you eat enough to fuel your body for the day

Belphegor

• Knows the power of a nap better than anyone

• So when your head is falling over your textbook, he doesn’t hesitate to pick you up and carry you to bed

• “Belphie! No, I need to study. I’m good I promise” you reassure him, but the yawn that follows instantly negates everything you’d said

• “Sure, MC. Then for me, let’s nap together. It’ll be so nice” he lays you in bed and cuddles you, “all warm and comfy in bed, how can you not love this” but you can’t even respond because you’re already asleep

Diavolo

• mfer would just excuse you from the class /hj

• But if he couldn’t, he’d take you to his office and pamper you with anything you wanted

• Or if you just wanted to collapse in his bed and sleep for more hours than he thought was possible for a human to sleep, he’d absolutely let you

• Anything at all for his favorite human

Barbatos

• Knows how to comfort Diavolo, but when it comes to humans at first he doesn’t know what to do

• So you tell him what you need when you’re drained, and he remembers

• You knock on his door late one night, mid-yawn as he opens the door

• He wraps your tired body in a warm blanket, fresh from the dryer, and pulls up your comfort show. He turns on your favorite episode and snuggles next to you on the couch

• “Let me know if you need anything, MC. I’m here”

• “Thank you, Barbatos”

Solomon

• Like Levi, he’s an amazing listener. So whenever you need him to be there, he’s listening actively and making sure you know your frustrations are heard

• But he’s also good with distracting you from your studies, so sometimes you take a break to watch a movie the two of you had been meaning to watch for a while, or get lunch somewhere

• You get to pick, unless you want him to, and no matter what you do he makes sure you completely forget about the books waiting for you back home

• Lets you sleep in his room whenever you want, and most exam weeks you basically move into his room. It’s a win win situation, he gets to spend time with you and make sure you’re giving your body what it needs, and you get a home away from home to study in (and the company of your favorite human)

Simeon

• When you need a break from your studies, Simeon will read you a bit from whatever writing he’s working on

• His voice is possibly the most comforting thing in the world to you, and hearing him tell stories he’s written just for you gives you a sense of comfort that could cure anything

• If not that, then the two of you hop in bed and turn on whatever you want to watch to take your mind off your studies

• But your favorite thing to do was to tackle him into bed and cuddle, tangled together and just talking about anything and everything that wasn’t school

Luke

• You bake something together or go to the park, or anything really

• As long as it’s fun and lighthearted, and with Luke, you know he’ll bring a smile to your face and help you forget about your stress for a bit

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A/N: Thank you for sending this in anon, and dw abt ranting <3 If you ever need to get it all out feel free to send me a message or anon ask and I’ll just delete it or whatever you’d prefer. I’ve been super drained recently as well so writing this was really therapeutic :’) I hope you’re having a good day so far and that this helps you feel better

Also sorry if some of these were shorter than others, I too am struggling with burnout

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summonerscenarios · 3 years

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Hiya, I love your stories! Could I get some Headcanons for Moritaka, Ryota, Shiro, Kengo and Furufumi about the MC getting ready to finally confess that they love them after flirting, giving gifts and such only to see that someone else got to them first? Assuming the worst, the MC takes off running just before they refuse the rival and MC doesn’t want to see them because it hurts too much until they confront them about their avoidance? Bonus points if they brought something to confess with?

Heyya hun! unfortunately had to leave Ryota and Mori out of this cause of burnout but I do hope that these are still okay~! I’m super psyched that you like my stories~!

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Shiro

Making the gift that you were planning to confess with had taken a lot of time and ink, but the paper cuts and red marks on your fingers were well worth it by the time you’d finished it. It was a scrapbook, full to the brim with pictures you’d taken together, passages from some of his favorite books, as well as little notes that all lead up to the page where you’d written that you loved him - you planned to tell him all this yourself, but it made for an excellent back up if you chickened out and your words decided to fail you on the day. Having the book with you solidified that you were actually doing this, this was actually happening. Sure, you’d thought about this a lot, and got lost daydreaming about confessing more often than you’d ever admit aloud, but having the book with you made everything feel more real. You were going to do this, you were going to confess, and you were a ball of nerves for the entire day leading up to it. The book was kept safely tucked away inside of your bag but you kept messing with it whenever you had the chance, running your hands along the spine and checking to make sure that all of the pages were still in tact even when you knew they were. It helped keep your mind focused, so that your thoughts of ‘what if he says no?’ didn’t get the better of you when you were so close to saying it. All you had to do was find him....and you do, right in time to watch someone sidle up to his side, slip his hand into both of theirs and hold it close to their chest as they look him right in the eyes. Their lips move and you hear every syllable as though they were screaming it for the world to head.

‘I love you’

You want to cry; what a cruel twist of fate that this happens at the exact time that you were planning to spill your heart out to him. It wasn’t supposed to happen like this, this wasn’t how you thought your day was going to go - you’d hoped for a yes, expected a no, but now you didn’t even get the chance to find out what that answer would be, and just barging him and telling him now would be cruel to both him and the person who confessed first. Even though they can’t see you a strained smile stretches across your face; it’s shaky, and a terrible means to hide how absolutely shattered your heart feels, but you whisper a wish for them to have all the best, moreso to yourself as you step away from the scene and begin to walk away, the book in your bag feeling heavier and heavier with every step that you take. You wind up back at your room, and by the time the door closes behind you it’s like every emotion forces its way out of your throat and you try to pull the book out of your bag, to look at those memories in the hopes that they’ll remind you that you aren’t going to lose him as a friend just because he’s in a relationship now. But it gets stuck on something, and you’re so frustrated that you just yank it out and your heart drops at the tearing sound that rips through the air; you look down just to watch one of the pages flutter down to the floor, torn away from the rest of the book when you’d pulled and you drop to your knees to pick it up. It’s the confession page - the irony is palpable, and you feel the frustration about the whole thing creeping up the longer that you look at it. So without another word you shove it back into the book, force the damn gift back into the bag, and toss the whole thing under your bed, hoping that by the morning you’ll have forgotten all about the painful feeling that’s welling up your chest like it’s trying to tear you apart.

You don’t so much as avoid him as you do just not showing up to school - you’d been well enough behaved that the teachers were sympathetic when you said you felt sick and needed some time to yourself. And so you’d spent the past three days in your room, ordering take-out and sticking indoors; it wasn’t a permanent solution, as you don’t think you could stay away from Shiro when literally all of your time before was spent together, but you do your best to delay that day for as long as you can by distracting yourself in the safety of your room. Though perhaps you should have stayed somewhere else, considering Shiro comes by the check on your wellbeing with a handmade meal and a small line of worried D-evils in tow.

The moment you hear him knock on the door and call out your name you know you couldn’t turn him away, and you were mentally kicking yourself even as you walk across the room and open it for him to come inside. He’s worried but completely oblivious, asking you how you’re feeling and if you’ve been eating and drinking enough as he places the food container on your desk for you to eat later; you normally loved seeing him get all fussy and motherly like this, but it feels bittersweet thinking about him being like this with his new partner. God, you sound jealous already, and you’d be lying if you said you weren’t. The D-evils make themselves at home the whole time that he’s asking about your health and how you’re doing, scrambling around your legs vying for your attention and climbing all over your bed to bundle up in your covers. They’re an excellent distraction, and you lean down to give them all headpats as you try to hum and nod your way through the conversation, hoping that he doesn’t notice how nervous you look about having him in your room. You weren’t paying attention to all of the D-evils however, because if you were you would have noticed two of them diving under your bed, and you and Shiro both perk us at the noise of something scuffing against your floor. Two heads pop out from under your bed, and along with them comes a familiar bag, and your heart leaps into your throat when you see them trip and send its contents flying across the floor. You don’t even get the chance to grab for the book, frozen to the spot when Shiro looks down and spots the scrapbook that you’d made, leaning down to pick it up.

He goes to ask what it is, spotting his name written at the corner of the book, but he stops speaking as soon as he opens the page. You feel like the room is going to cave in on you, watching him flip through the pages and look at all of the things you’d carefully taken the time to weave in between them; and right as he gets to the last page you see that familiar piece of paper full of writing come fluttering out, descending to the floor until Shiro’s able to snag it and pull it up to read. He’s quiet as he reads it, and even the D-evils aren’t shrieking as they usually do as they watch Shiro read with heads tilted in curiosity; eventually though he looks up at you, and you can’t make out what he’s thinking when he asks you if the things in this book were really meant for him. You hands fly up in defense, already halfway through apologizing and that you had this all before he’d gotten a partner and you didn’t mean for it to get in the way of their relationship - you’re totally okay with it if he just wants to forget about the whole book and to just go back to normal.

But Shiro cuts you off, and suddenly he’s holding your hand and bringing it close to his chest just like that person had done before. He looks confused, and when you clarify what you’d said about his partner he looks even more perplexed, shaking his head and telling you that while he’s been confessed to he most certainly doesn’t have a partner, why would you think that he does? You don’t know what’s more awkward, the fact that he had to find out your feelings through a piece of paper, or the fact that you have to explain that you’d seen that whole confession that took place the other day, but he doesn’t let go of your hand the whole time that you talk, and you feel like your heart is going to beat right out of your chest. You don’t know what to expect - a rejection, maybe him letting you down gently after your speech - but it certainly isn’t seeing him smile, looking bashful as he offers starting your confession over. He wants to hear you say it out loud, and the two of you can go from there. In response you’re flabbergasted, but your heart leaps when you realize that he isn’t turning you down - he wouldn’t be asking you to say it again just to say no - and you all but scramble for the book and your words, finally ready to confess the feelings you’d been holding for so long.

Kengo

The two of you are like a match and oil - together you’re fiery, but in a way that brings out the best in each other. Having you around makes Kengo want to be a better man, to learn when to cool off about things and speak with words before with fists; and having him around drives you forward, constantly striving from your goals knowing that you’ve got each other’s back through it all. You guys have been through thick and thin, seeing each other at your worst and still sticking together despite it all, so maybe that’s why you shouldn’t be so surprised that you start catch yourself looking at him more longingly. You don’t know exactly when you realized your feelings for him broached something deeper than just friendship - maybe it was when you found yourself missing him when you weren’t together, or perhaps it was those countless nights ditching the school grounds to wander around the streets together. And let’s not even get started on the daydreaming - you’ve had to literally slap those kinds of thoughts out of your head enough times to make you blush. Needless to say you’ve got it bad, and you’re not just going to let these thoughts simmer; no, you’re going to confront these feelings head on. You’re gonna tell Kengo Takabushi that you love him.

You’d honestly gotten so worked up thinking about the whole confession that you started to put some serious thought into it, you even had a gift in mind to give him that you were going to bring along with you on the day. You knew delicate jewelry wasn’t going to last a day on Kengo, so you’d splurged on something a bit more heavy duty, getting a set of matching rings on chains with ‘partners’ engraved on the inside along with some other markings to match his style. His was cool to the touch, even as you clutched it in your hand and toyed with the chain as you approached the place that you’d asked him to meet you at; it wasn’t anywhere far, wanting to pick a place that was close to the shopping district in case the two of you wanted to go out and grab something to eat after the confession. Thinking about your confession now you’re a mixture of anticipation and nervousness - of course you’d be, you’d been practically dreaming about this day and the fact that you’re planning to finally do it today has your nerves fried thinking about what could happen. You think he’ll say yes - you really hope he does, but worse comes to worst you don’t think the two of you would stop being friends if it didn’t work out, so that thought comforts you as you approach the meeting spot and find Kengo leaning against one of the nearby building’s waiting for you.

Except, he’s not the only one who's there, there’s another person standing in front of him. You’ve seen them before, run into them a couple of times while you were hanging out with Kengo, but this is the first time that you’ve seen the two of them actually talking together like this. From where you’re standing you can make out how flushed they look, cheeks dusted pink with a smile that’s all too familiar. What really seals the deal is when you see them thrust something out to him, and you’re ready to jump in just in case this is some kind of fight until you recognize the little package with decorative hearts on the cover that they’re holding in their hands, and that makes the very blood in your veins turn to ice. You’d stumbled right into a confession, a confession for the one person you had been planning on confessing to. There’s no mistaking it, you don’t even have to hear them confess to know what’s going on, and almost immediately you back away from the scene, taking a few steps back before you turn away and book it back down the way you’d come. You can worry about sending an apology text for cancelling the meetup later, but that’s the last thing that’s on your mind as you run away from the confession before you can hear Kengo say yes - because of course he’d say yes wouldn’t he? But he doesn’t, and you don’t get to see Kengo as he hands back the gift to that person and tells them that while there’s no hard feelings he’s not interested; you also don’t get to hear him say that he’s interested in someone else anyways, as he looks around hoping to see if you’ve arrived yet with increasing concern when you don’t show.

It’s a pain to avoid Kengo so actively, but you can’t bring yourself to be around him just yet in fear of just digging up more emotions than you can handle. You took every chance you could get to stay out of the dorms, only coming back to your room when you know that he’s either out or in his own room so that you minimize the risk of running into him. Damn it, you’d even gone so far as getting to class early just so you can grab a seat as far away from his as possible, always saying that you just like the window seats as an excuse whenever the sudden change is brought up. It was glaringly obvious that you were avoiding him though, you couldn’t be subtle about all those times you’ve practically gone out of your way to duck around every chance to hang out with him, and it was beginning to show in the the looks he gave you, the eyes that you could feel in the back of your head as though trying to burn into your brain and look for an answer. Both of you are frustrated, but you’re too stubborn to confront this issue on your own; if either of you wanted this whole thing sorted, it was on him.

It’s right after the school bell rings one day that Kengo finally manages to corner you. You’d left a couple things in your homeroom desk that you’d been planning on picking up before you left the school building, but by the time you’d actually got there the rest of the students had already filtered out. Well, most of them, that is. Because when you walk into what you expect to be an empty classroom you instead find Kengo sitting right on top of your desk, clearly waiting for you to show as the sound of the door sliding open has him turning to look over at you. There’s a beat of silence, and then you’re immediately on your heel and trying to backtrack again, completely forgetting about your stuff in favor of getting the hell out of there. You don’t even make it a few steps before his hand is on your arm and you’re being tugged right back into the classroom, and Kengo moves to stand right in front of the door for good measure as he folds his arms and sticks you with a frustrated glower. Kengo demands to know why you’re avoiding him - did he do something to piss you off? Was that it? Surely if he’s fucked up in some way you’d tell him so that he could sort it out, right? Right?! Did you seriously think you could just try and drop off of the face of the earth and he wouldn’t notice?! Too bad for you, you’re too important not to miss having around, so he wants to know why you’re staying away from him - you’re still partners right? You’re supposed to talk these things out!

At the word partner you feel guilty; you guys have handled some tough shit before, and now you were so busy avoiding the inevitable conversation that you didn’t actually think about how he was feeling about his partner not talking or even hanging out with him anymore. You knew this confrontation was coming, but the words that you want to say feel like sludge in the back of your throat, muddling up everything that you’re trying to say until the only thing that comes out is telling him that you saw that confession scene from a few days ago, back when you were supposed to meet up. At that the annoyance drops from Kengo’s face, his brows furrowing as he confirms what you just said, and when you nod he huffs and shrugs, saying that it wasn’t that big of a deal, he said no and they took it just fine, so what was the big deal? He addresses it so nonchalantly that you only register the last few words and practically shout that of course it’s a big deal! It was a big deal that one of the best people in your life, the one person that you actually, genuinely loved, got confessed to first before you even had the chance to tell him how you felt and that absolutely crushed you! That’s a hell of a big deal, Kengo!

...Wait, he said no?

The two of you seem to register those words simultaneously, as you both exclaim “ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!” at the same time and you suddenly feel your face burning up as you realize you’ve both severely misunderstood a situation and confessed to Kengo all in one go. Kengo’s face isn’t doing much better, his cheeks are turning ruddy and he’s looking at you as though that was the last thing that he was expecting you to say and now you’re really wishing that the earth would just open up and swallow you whole right about now - it wouldn’t be the weirdest thing that’s happened to you. And yet before you can think to blow off those words and act like you didn’t just confess you’re being lifted right off of your feet and into Kengo’s arms as he spins you around. Even though his face is still red he’s grinning - is he happy about something? By the time he lets you down you’re frazzled and dizzy but his hands are squeezing your shoulders as he says that it looks like he’s not the only one who’s gone and caught feelings then. It takes you a moment for those words to sink in, but a new wave of blushing washes over your face along with such a wave of relief that you’re about five seconds away from knocking him back, hugging him and never letting go. Instead you flash him a dazzling grin of your own, and tell him to just wait until he sees what you were going to confess with, you’ve got a pretty good hunch that he’ll like it - you just need to head back home and get it.

Furufumi

When you had first started visiting the old school library Furufumi just didn’t know what to make of you. This place rarely gets visitors, much less ones that visit nearly every day after school, and yet here you are, going out of your way to come here and browse the (safe) books and traverse the library’s shelves; and to top it all off you always go out of your way to find him, to talk to him or just to have him around as you wander. He doesn’t understand you - he’s always seen you wondering around talking to everyone and anyone, surrounding yourself with people as though your very presence is enough to attract them to you; and yet you always come here the moment the bell rings, sometimes early, sometimes later than usual, but he’s started to expect the little knock on the door before you step inside, he even starts to look forward to it.

Even with all these moments the thought that you might have feelings for him doesn’t even cross his mind, having not even considered exactly how you feel about him, after all why would he? It’s easier to just not get your hopes up. But you do like him, in fact you’ve been smitten for long enough that you’ve been tossing the idea of confessing around in your head for a little while - you were just waiting for the right moment. And finally you think that the time’s finally right one day after school, when you’d finally brought the final piece to your little ‘confession gift’. Well, little probably isn’t the right word for it, as the little basket you’ve got is perfectly packed with all of the things you’ve noticed that he likes - sweets, treats, and two books about poetry and constellations all masked with a green cloth over the top to hide the contents. You’d gotten more than a few questions from your classmates seeing the basket tucked under your desk, but you just smile and wave them off, telling them that it’s a gift as you look anxiously at the clock, eagerly waiting for the final bell to ring. And when it does you’re up out of your chair and out the door so fast that you barely even register the teacher calling out for you as you bolt down the hallway and jump down as many stairs as you can without falling flat on your face. It isn’t long before you can see the old school building, and your heart is hammering in your chest from both nervousness and excitement, and you’re pushing away any thoughts other than getting there when you round the corner and-

Someone else is there.

You skid to a stop, still holding the basket as you look at the scene before you hidden from sight under the shadow of the neighboring building. There’s another student stood by the entrance, and Furufumi’s there with them but from here you can barely make out what the two of them are talking about. Something about wanting to know, getting something off of their chest, wanting their feelings to be returned - and then you hear it. They’re declaring their love, loud enough that the words ring out clear as day even from where you’re standing. Someone got there first - you’re watching the boy you’ve come to love being snatched up before your very eyes. You step back even further away from the scene, suddenly aware of your surroundings as you duck completely out of their sight. Your whole body feels like it’s burning, and your stomach twists in a way that makes you feel nauseous - you can’t stand here a moment longer, you don’t want to or you feel as though you’re gonna break, to trip up and say something that’s going to ruin the seemingly sweet confession that’s playing out right in front of you. You just hope they’ll be happy together, you feel stupid for being so bitter about someone else seeing who’s recognized what a sweet lovable person he is, but the negative thoughts swirl in so quickly that all you can do is hope he’ll be happy...that’s the only thing you can do before you turn on your heel and leave, heading directly back to your dorm room before you can see anything else happen. Oh, if only you’d stayed a little longer.

Time passes, and since then you just haven’t been able to bring yourself to return back to the library, every time you think about going back there and trying to pretend that nothing was wrong you catch sight of the basket. You should probably get rid of it, hand out the snacks and treats to your friends and put the books away on your bookshelf to read when they aren’t such an uncomfortable memory. But you can't bring yourself to do either of those things, so it just stands on your windowsill, the silly little tag with his name written on it still hanging off of the handle like a symbol of missed chances that stops any thoughts of going back before you can entertain the idea further. You assumed he wouldn’t have noticed your absence, more so hoped, but to go from being around each other every day to not visiting at all would raise anyone’s suspicions. After turning down that confession he hadn’t even seen you around the school, never mind at the library, and without you there the place feels...odd now; it’s as though you’re a missing volume in the library’s anthology, plucked off the shelves and whisked away somewhere leaving the rest of it feeling incomplete without your presence. Sometimes Furufumi swears that he’s heard you knocking on the door, only to get there and find neither hide nor hair of you; he’s frustrated feeling like this, and, if he’s being honest with himself, it makes him realize how much he misses your company. He doesn’t know why you’ve stopped coming around, but there’s only one way that he’s getting those answers. And so he decides to go and find you.

When there’s a knock on your dorm door you assume that it’s Ryota, since you’d promised to help him with his homework sometime this week. It’s only until you swing open the door and open your mouth to greet him that you realize, oh, okay it’s definitely not Ryota - it’s Furufumi. His hands still raised mid-knock, and he seems surprised to see you actually open the door, likely matching your own surprise on your face at finding him standing at your door. Sure, you’ve seen him outside of the library, you’ve gone out with him to places a couple of times when you’ve found some great locations to get some fresh air; but having him right outside of your room is different - it means that he went out of his way to come find you, and the thought makes you conflicted. There’s a moment that neither of you say anything, but when the two of you share a glance you shuffle out of his way and gesture for him to come inside - he’s come all this way just to talk to you, so you don’t feel right leaving him out there. Things are even more quiet once you sit down on your bed and motion for him to take a seat beside you - it’s awkward because you don’t even know where to start, what to say to him. Fortunately Furufumi speaks first, and his voice is low as he asks you why you stopped visiting the library, nothing bad happened, did it? The question makes you blank, and you blink at him for a moment. You couldn’t just say you stopped coming around to avoid him, especially because without confessing your feelings it would sound like you hated him, which was anything but what you felt towards him. You mull over the question for a while, apparently for too long as Furufumi continues to speak - he tells you that the library feels different without you around, as though the old building misses your presence too, just like...just like he misses you. He just wants to know what happened that made you stop coming over - and, if he can, how to make it up to you so that you want to come back.

Oh. Oh this is too good to be true, and you’re so close to saying yes when you look over his shoulder, catching sight of that basket hanging on the windowsill and having memories of that day come flooding back. He must have followed your gaze, as Furufumi turns and sees the basket too, as well as the little tag that’s attached to it. When he reads it out loud, turning to you and asking if that was meant for him with genuine surprise, you just know that the jig is up. Where do you even start? Maybe just play it off as a regular gift? Yeah, that sounds like a good idea, so you do exactly that, reaching up to bring it down to your lap and handing it to him. Trying to explain yourself you talk about how you’d meant to give it to him sooner, and that you had been planning to when you’d seen that whole confession thing and ended up deciding against-

...You just put your foot in it, didn’t you.

There’s no denying what you saw now, and at the mention of the confession Furufumi goes quiet, the pieces clicking into place in his head as he realizes that you’d been there that day. So, you must have seen him refuse their confession, didn’t you? Was that why you had stopped coming around? Were you friends with that person? That isn’t what you thought you’d hear, especially coming from Furufumi, but you’re quick to tell him that of course that wasn’t the reason! And you’re honestly surprised to hear him say that he’d refused the confession - you definitely feel stupid getting so worked up about it now, and yet you also feel kind of hopefully. You could tell him the truth, so that’s exactly what you do - you just really, really hope that he takes it well.

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February 27, 2021: Love Actually (Part 2)

In case you hadn’t noticed by now...this movie is a lot.

I won’t dwell, and I’ll get back into All Around, but just trust me...this is a bit too much. All I know is that they packed way too much in this film, which is also somehow too long? It’s a lot, yeah? OK, first part of the Recap is right here, let’s get into the second half before I lose my nerve.

Recap (2/2)

So, good news is, Rodrigo and Sarah start dancing at the party, then start to hook up at her place! But the sad news (not bad, just sad) is that it’s interrupted by calls from her brother, Michael (Michael Fitzgerald), a very mentally ill man who lives in an asylum. Their love affair is cut short, and Sarah visits him the next day, where he lashes out at her and claims the nurses are trying to kill him, before being subdued. YIKES. Fuckin’s whiplash.

A little more sadness, as Karen’s convinced that Harry’s fallen out of love with her, having seen how he interacted with the attractive Mia at the party. That’s going to cause some friction, I’m sure. This is folllowed by Mia’s flirtations the following afternoon, which are once again accepted by Harry with no words to the contrary. He also calls her as he’s out, and he appears to be giving into the flirtation, rather than denying them. And as he’s meeting Karen for shopping! Dammit, Harry.

At the store, he buys a necklace for Mia from jewelry salesman Rufus (Rowan Atkinson!). Rufus asks is Harry wants the necklace gift-wrapped, and he agrees. And Rufus...Rufus is the best gift-wrapper of all time. Seriously, the man is a fucking ARTIST. His attention to detail is astonishing, and I love him. Harry doesn’t, as it’s taking way to long. YOU CANNOT RUSH PERFECTION, HARRY! But, yeah, it’s taking too long, and Karen shows up. Harry abandons the necklace, and poor devoted Rufus.

One week until Christmas, as holiday shenanigans take place with everybody! Jamie’s learning Portuguese for Aurélia. Colin (yeah, remember him?) is headed to America, while his roommate Tony is back to work at the film set, where Judy and Jack are being stand-ins for a myriad of sex positions, and Jack asks Judy on a date, which she accepts! A very cute couple, all things considered. They go out on a date on Christmas Eve, and the two kiss on the doorstep. They are legitimately adorable.

Colin arrives at a bar in the United States, and as soon as he orders a beer, his accent IMMEDIATELY draws the attention of Stacey, Jeannie, and Carol-Anne (Ivana Miličević, January Jones, and Elisha Cuthbert). And...IT FUCKING WORKED? These girls are all immediately into him, and invite him to stay with them at their place. However, they only have a small bed, and no couch. Not to mention the fourth girl, Harriet. But he bites the bullet, and accepts the invitation. And once he gets there, the sex proceeds in shadow. I cannot believe it worked, and it’s kind of hilarious.

Meanwhile, the jig is up for Harry. He did indeed get the necklace, and Karen finds it in his pocket before Christmas, assuming that it’s for her. However, when Christmas comes, Harry gives her a Joni Mitchell CD instead, and she realizes that the necklace was for Mia. Which is...shattering. Karen’s extremely hurt by this, fucking understandably.

Christmas Eve! Billy Mack’s song, despite the odds being completely against him, has reached the number one spot on the charts. He appears to be quite happy at a party celebrating him, although his manager appear slightly less so. Wonder why. Jamie, meanwhile, heads to the airport, quite on impulse. Wonder why.

Karl bids Sarah a good night and a Merry Christmas, and she cries when she realizes that their chance of getting together again is shot. Damn. She goes to visit her brother, and I gotta say - she’s a very loving sister. And then...well, it’s the scene. The most famous scene in the movie. You know the one.

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And here’s the thing about this scene: is it superficially romantic? Yeah, sure, I guess. And it’s true that Mark doesn’t actually expect anything to come from this, but...this is still an AMAZINGLY shitty thing to do to someone in a committed relationship that involves your friend. Because it could potentially sabotage their relationship. I mean, maybe she’d be tempted to kiss you in a brief moment of infidelity that initially seems romantic, but is kinda fucked up when you really think about it.

Yeah, yeah, LITERALLY JUST LIKE THAT

OK, after that terrible idea, Bill shows up by surprise at his manager Joe’s place, and notes that he could be going to a big party at this point, but Christmas is a time to spend with his family and loved ones, and that the closest thing to that is, in fact, his manager, who is in fact the love of his life. Not sure if that’s necessarily romantic, but that is still sweet. Anyway, they get drunk and watch porn together. Yup.

David, meanwhile, gets a bevy of Christmas cards, one of which comes from Natalie. She apologizes for the kiss situation, and refers to herself as “Your Natalie”. Time to get in the fuckin’ car, David. He drives down to her neighborhood, and goes from door-to-door until he finds Natalie’s place. Her and her entire family are headed to a school concert, and David offers to give her and her little brother a lift there.

On the way there, the two begin to admit their feelings for one another, and Natlie notes that the President forced herself on her, but nothing else happened. While he’s reluctant about the whole affair, she brings him into the concert backstage. As he enters, he runs into his sister Katie, who’s glad to see him, and is clearly holding back tears because of the Harry situation. Judy and Jack are also there, as well as Daniel and Sam (who’s in the concert).

The kids’ concert takes place, and its headed by a solo from Sam’s crush, Joanna (Olivia Olson), who...WAIT, OLIVIA OLSON? As in...

...Huh. Of all the members of this ensemble cast, she’s the one I least expected! But OK! As expected, she’s an excellent singer, and headlines a rendition of Mariah Carey’s “All I Want for Christmas”. Which seems mildly inappropriate for a kid’s concert, but whatever, sure. She points at various people when saying “is you” in the song, but never at Sam, who’s on the drums. Oof. Sorry, buddy.

The song ends, and the curtain drops, and...

Well, uh...shit. I ean, I’m happy for them both, but David’s officially FUCKED at this point. However, the crowd seems to receive it very well, and that’s lucky. The night ends, and everyone disbands for the night. Harry and Karen are amongst them, and Karen confronts him. She asks what would he do if he were in her position, revealing her knowledge about the necklace. And it’s...affecting, goddamn. He’s made a fool of himself and of her, and she’s struggling.

Daniel congratulates Sam about his performance, but notes that it didn’t work Still, Daniel encourages him to tell Joanna his feelings for her, and he goes to get his things first. Daniel bumps into Carol (Claudia Schiffer), and there’s a connection. Daniel and Sam go to speak with Joanna, but they’re on their way to the airport. They run to meet her there, like in a terrible romance movie. Wait -

At the airport, Daniel and Sam are too late, but decide to make a run for it while Rufus (KING OF GIFT WRAPPERS) is holding up the attendant while looking for his boarding pass. Sam bolts, unnoticed, and Rufus walks away, giving Daniel a knowing look as he passes by, LIKE A KING. Sam bolts through the metal detectors, as the post-9/11 airport attendants RIGHTFULLY FREAK OUT ABOUT THIS WHOLE SITUATION. However, they’re once again distracted by Billy Mack on TV and he catches up to Joanna before being taken away by the fuzz. However, she gives him a kiss on the cheek, and Sam and Daniel hug. Supportive father-son relationship is sweet.

Jamie goes to find Aurélia in Portugal, and the entire village ends up following him until getting to the restaurant were he works, and proposes to her in INSANELY broken Portuguese, which is hilarious. And she accepts...IN ENGLISH! Which is saccharine as fuck...but also sweet.

We cut to a month later, and everybody’s at the airport for the Epilogue. And we’re gonna do this...well, bit by bit.

Billy Mack and Joe: Career’s going well, and a comeback is imminent. Not in a romantic relationship, but still extremely close friends...I think.

Juliet, Peter, and Mark: Juliet and Peter are still together; Mark is still single, seemingly. They meet up with...

Jamie and Aurélia: Coming to England for the first time together, and still in love.

Daniel and Sam: Went to see Joanna at the airport, and Daniel is now dating Carol, which is nice!

Harry and Karen: Oof, icy. They definitely don’t appear to be on good terms, and we never learn why Harry’s been away, but yeah. Not looking good for their relationship, understandably.

Jack and Judy: Married! FUCK YEAH! Adorable. They run into...

Colin and Tony: Colin’s back, and he’s brought back Harriet (Shannon Elizabeth) and her sister Carla (Denise Richards), who IMMEDIATELY takes a liking to Tony and they make out at the gate. Can’t believe that Colin was right, goddamn.

David and Natalie: David’s back from a visit somewhere overseas, and he and Natalie happily reunite right in front of the press, and it’s sweet.

And we’re full-circle, as countless people at the airport reunite in loving embraces. And, I gotta say...it is sweet, but you ever been to a crowded airport around Christmastime? Dude, I’ve been to JFK around that time period, and lemme tell you, it’s less happy reunions, and more pissed-off TSA, lost luggage, stressed out EVERYBODY, and Cinnabon. That last one’s not a complaint...I just really want Cinnabon.

Mmmmmmmm...OH RIGHT, THAT’S All Around (AKA Love Actually). This has been...a lot. BUT, I’ll get into the whole thing in the Review! See you there!

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Frozen Heart [Chapter 3]

Author: @the-omni-princess

Summary: After the war against Hydra, King Bucky comes home to take what has been promised to him since he was young, you. But he is not the same person as the young boy that you grew up with. Can she break through his tough shell and bring back the young man she once fell in love with? Or will she be forced to marry the monster everyone thinks he’s become?

Word Count: 3.3K

Pairing: King!Bucky x Fem!Reader (Royalty Au!)

Warnings: Soft!Bucky, slight angst at the beginning, fluff!!, we got some progress y’all!

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As dinner progressed, you stayed silent, observing your parents and Steve, but more importantly, observing Bucky. Well more like staring. You couldn’t quite help yourself. He was by no means the same looking man as who he used to be, but he certainly was handsome, with a dark edge to his very soul. Was he as dangerous as they said he was? The same Bucky that would go on picnics with you and Steve and talk for hours about his latest science lesson was supposedly the same quiet man in front of you that looked like he could kill the entire room without breaking a sweat? What had they done to him to truly and utterly break him?

You averted your gaze, holding back the sniffles that would alert anyone that you were near to tears as you stood, announcing you were retiring for the evening. You rushed to the door, not looking back, and once your parents could no longer see you, you sprinted to your chambers, barely closing the doors before tears started to blur your vision. Why am I so emotional over this?All the rush of emotions, confused at the change, trying to understand, the frustration of the entire situation, the feelings you had for him (both positive and negative). It was all suddenly too much. You fell onto your bed, not bothering with changing out of your clothes as you cried, frustrated at how easily you were breaking.

A knock on the door made you jump, quickly, trying to wipe your tears away. “Y/N” A gruff voice said almost gently on the other side of the wooden doors. Your heart practically stopped, it had to be Bucky. You knew every other voice that would forgo tradition and formality of titles to just use your name, and this voice didn’t match any of them. His voice was different, deeper, but much more pleasant. “May I come in?” He sounded anxious, but you thought that just might be some trick, or the fact he was on the other side of the thick doors.

Sighing softly, you sat up, wiping your eyes again before calling out, “Come in.” He didn’t waste any time, opening the ornate wooden doors, stepping inside, and promptly closing the doors behind him. He was stiff, standing pressed against the door, as if afraid to step too close. He could clearly see your puffy red eyes from crying, nose pink as you sniffled. You quickly curtsied, eyes averting from his dominating glare. “Yes, your majesty?” you kept your voice low, afraid you would start crying again, or your voice would break.

He hesitated, unsure of what to say or do. He wanted to comfort you, to pull you close like when you were younger and just hold you. But he felt unable to do that, because of fear. Fearful of what he became, fearful of your potential hate, fearful of your words, fearful of himself, fearful of his failures. So, he stayed perfectly still against the door as he spoke. “Y/N, I wanted to make sure you were alright after you left in such a hurry from dinner.” He didn’t mention how he saw you crying as you ran off, nor how he could clearly tell you were still sniffling from your tears.

You sighed softly, nodding, still not meeting his eyes. “I’m fine James, I just… I missed you is all, I was overwhelmed by everything becoming real again.” He felt his heartbreak at your words, but he was stuck, unable to move closer to you as you continued. “I understand that you need time, truly I will try to understand, but we now are to be wed by the end of the year. Please, please, try to let me understand you. Let me understand the man you have become from the boy I knew. I don’t want to marry a stranger, and the man that showed up at my front gate to whisk me away to his castle is a stranger.” That was both of you and Bucky’s fears. His was that you would fear what he has become, and yours that you would be some play toy to a stranger.

He nodded hesitantly, gulping faintly as he took a small step forward towards you. Baby steps, even literally, was good. You thought, finally meeting his eyes. The warmth was starting to flicker in them, casting out the coldness you had witnessed earlier. “I cannot promise you that you will like what you find.” You practically laugh at that, he feels his entire chest shift at the sound, with a sudden need to hear it again, to see your smile again. “But I can promise to try.” He looked nearly shyly at you, a small piece of the boy you knew present before he wiped the look away. “Tomorrow, Lady Y/n, how would you like to meet in the garden after breakfast?”

You smile faintly up at him, noticing he was still only a foot off the side of the door, “I would be delighted.” He nods, quickly leaving the room as fast as he had arrived. You smiled faintly to yourself, falling back onto your bed. Baby steps will have to do for now.

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The next day you sat on your bed, Natasha behind you adding braids into your hair. “So, I heard from a little Birdie that a certain King visited you last night,” she starts, making you groan.

“Is it too late to kill Clint?” You tease, knowing Natasha’s affinity for the sharpshooter of the royal guard. She rolled her eyes, ignoring your comment as she continued braiding. You bite your lip, gently tugging on the hem of your sleeveless dress. “I’m meeting him in the gardens soon, that’s why I wanted to dress up Nat.” She finishes off the last braid, placing a small tiara made of crystals, and diamonds onto your head. “I need him to not see me as the girl that was left behind, but the future Queen of the Northern Kingdom, of his kingdom. A woman who can rule beside him, and understand him, and lo-“ you cut yourself off before sighing softly. “I just want him to put an effort, as I will, no matter how small.”

Nat gave you a sad smile, “Y/n/n, I used to see the way he looked at you before the war, and I saw how concerned he looked for you as you ran off yesterday from supper. I believe the man you had the biggest crush on is still there. You have been patient in the past, no matter how many “one-time things” with maids he had, no matter how he teased you along with Steve, no matter how long it had been since he wrote or visited, you were patient, confident in him. So be confident now y/n, you needn’t worry about if he will come around, merely when he will.” She was holding your hands, making sure you heard her every word.

Smiling warmly up at your friend you replied, “How do you always know what to say, Nat?”

She shrugged playfully, “It’s a gift. Now,” she gently tugged you to your feet before dropping your hands. “You should run off to the gardens before he is found by Steve and whisked away for some bestie talk.” You laughed at that, smiling at your friend. “And tonight, Wanda is finally back at court, meaning you can tell us everything over tea and scones.” Wanda was practically a miracle, which made many people believe she was a sorcerer, but she was merely gifted in her talents of healing, which is why she was the main healer of the royals, and one of your closest friends.

“Why of course! I’ll see you soon Nat, tell Wanda I say hello!” You quickly walked out the door, heading down the halls to the outside gardens, barley noticing Sam walking a few strides behind you.

The gardens were practically one big maze, one that you had spent your entire childhood running through, so you knew every nook and cranny of it. You were almost surprised to find Bucky at the small pergola you two and Steve had spent countless summers under as children, pointing at the stars. This season was one of your favorites, as the lilac bushes and cherry blossom trees surrounding the pergola were in full bloom. “Lovely view isn’t it My Lord?” Bucky turned, noticing you as you curtsied in greeting. The view in question was of the sea, just beyond the fort that protected the castle. It was always a lovely sight, as you could feel the sea breeze, smell the salt in the air, and could hear the cries of the seabirds as well as the waves crashing into the rocks below you.

He had a hint of a smile on his face as he took in your words. “I would have to agree, though I would say you look far lovelier.” He quickly looked away from you, still not having enough courage to be close to you or look at you for too long when he knew you were watching him.

“Flattery will get you everywhere My Lord,” you teased, now standing beside him.

“That is good to hear My Lady, as I have much to make up for, and plenty of flattery to give.” That cocky little smirk you used to see when you were teens was playing on his face, though you were sure he didn’t even realize he had it on his face as he stared into the ocean. “Y/n?” He asked timidly, looking towards you. “I am truly sorry for never writing. Maybe during the height of the war, it may have been an excuse but afterward and even for the last few months since the treaty, I have no excuses to give, merely my apologies and feebly excuses.”

You practically scoffed, “My Lord, it was war, besides, you are here now, aren’t you? I had almost thought you would be gone forever.”

He sighed softly, “It practically felt like forever. And Y/n? Stop with such formalities as titles, we are to be wed, and even without that, I had hoped we could still be friends again as we used to be.” You softened at his words, smiling faintly. “We are both very different people then, when this entire game had started, and I want to learn more about this y/n. The woman to be My Queen.” He was entirely serious, and you couldn’t help how stupidly happy you looked at the words ‘My Queen.’

You pulled yourself together, you were a princess for gods’ sake, so you nodded politely. “I would like that Bucky.” His nickname, that nowadays he only heard from Steve, made him turn to you.

“Then let us start relearning now y/n/n,” he smiled warmly, gaining a bit more courage.

He was still a bit distant as the two of you talked, apprehensive as he spoke, though the cold man you had seen the previous day was nowhere to be seen; a small voice in your head told you he was acting as if he was afraid. That would be ridiculous, right? You took in his body language, as Natasha had taught you how to read people and how to use it to your own advantage, though in this case, you were merely curious as to the reasons for his behavior.

There was no doubt in your mind that what had happened to him was haunting him, but you noticed the different personalities he was and who he had been adapting to one another. Around other royals he was dominating, commanding the room with simple looks. With Steve, he was warmer, more like a brother than when this had all started. And with you, it was the weirdest thing. He was reserved, refusing to talk about what had happened, opting to let you speak or only tell you happier stories from the war, mostly about Steve being an idiot behind enemy lines, something you didn’t doubt for a second. He would tell you about “His Howlies,” the Howling Commandoes. With every story he had divulged, you felt that small twinge in your heart grows. Every soft smile, almost nervous to show too much emotion, and making sure to keep enough distance between you. You in exchange told him about every new friend, about new alliances, new books, new favorites, stories of Nat, Sam, Wanda even. A mutual understanding between the two of you that what was currently going on could quite easily slip back into the peaceful and fun friendship it once was.

Now, as another week went by, you found yourself on the castle rooftop, sitting beside Bucky as you gazed towards the stars late at night. While he was starting to open up more, he still wouldn’t touch you in any way. You figured it might be a more extreme version of Steve’s pulling away to your touch. That it still frightened him. Though at the least, Bucky had been starting to give you more smiles. Though they were small, fleeting ones, they were at least present, and he tended to stand closer to you again.

“What do you think aliens look like?” You asked, currently searching the stars for your favorite constellations.

“I really want to say aliens look like little green men.” He joked, looking towards you as you giggled at his response. His entire body lit up, his heart on a mission to make you continue laughing. “But perhaps aliens are here among us, hiding in plain sight.” That earned him another giggle, making his heart soar. Here was this girl he had cared for since he was a child, and yet he couldn’t push past the mental hurdle in his brain to even hold her hand, and yet, she waited.

“Maybe they are in the sea, in the form of mermaids.” She smiled over at him, blushing and looking away as she realized he was already smiling faintly towards her.

“You believe in mermaids still? Really y/n/n? Thought you were too old to believe in fairytales.” He poked your side playfully, making you grin at him. Baby steps now included small touches, you were getting somewhere.

“Yes, I do! We have yet to truly explore the deep sea, what’s to say mermaids don’t exist somewhere far below to surface? Besides, I love fairytales!” He chuckled faintly, making your own heart soar at the sound.

“Why is your head always in the clouds y/n?”

“What’s that’s supposed to mean?” You asked in mock anger.

“Mermaids now, when we were younger it used to be dragons.” He teased, smiling as he looked back towards the stars.

“Well, my kingdom’s sacred animal is a real animal-based off of one from our mythologies, what’s to say that dragons did exist once, and we hunted them to extinction, keeping them only in legends?” Your kingdom’s sacred animal was the eagle, and your seal had a proud eagle and a fiery phoenix within it.

“Logic, for one, and secondly, we would have noticed evidence left by dragons by now y/n/n.” He smiled fondly towards you, but you were now smiling towards the stars.

“Easy for you to say Buck, your animal and seal is a wolf. Both real and included in your mythologies.”

He nodded, conceding the point, “That is true. However, as riveting as this discussion is, it reminds me. I know we used to speak about our respective customs when we were younger, making jokes about parts of them, but there is one custom I would like to still do, with your permission of course.” That caught your attention, noticing the faint tone shift towards a serious discussion.

“Which custom Bucky, we both have many.” You reminded lightly, still looking towards the stars.

He took a deep breath, “When a royal is coronated, it is custom for their predecessor to give them a wolf cub. As a new responsibility, as well as a ‘you got this, here’s a sacred animal, go be in charge’ sorta thing. I, with your permission, wanted to gift you a wolf cub as the Kings before me had gifted their Queens.” You couldn’t help the smile that crept onto your face, you knew he used to hate all the customs and rules he had, but now they were a way to tie the two of you together, and give you a direct tie to him, and his kingdom.

“I would be honored to uphold that tradition Bucky,” you smiled at him, now curious you continued. “Steve mentioned you had a wolf, if your predecessor gifts it to you, who gave you yours? Tell me everything!” you practically gushed, now excited to hear about this baby wolf.

He, for the first time since he arrived, gave you a full real smile, “Aurora, that’s her name. Steve and I found her abandoned in the woods on our way back home and we thought it would be perfect. Steve named her, said a name like ‘new beginnings’ would fit the newest white wolf.” He said it as if it was some inside joke, making you tilt your head questioningly, he caught on. “My code name of the field was White Wolf. One of the Howlies coined that one. Steve found it absolutely perfect, as here was a literal white wolf found in the woods. Shuri nicknamed her you know.” You nodded, knowing the princess had an affinity to nicknaming people and animals. “Aura. It means wind. Said she ran as fast of the wind. I found it cheesy, but it stuck.” He shrugged before turning towards you. “I even have the perfect name for the wolf I will give you.”

You lit up, “Well tell me Bucky!” you said quickly, grinning happily towards him.

“No can do, doll. It’s a surprise.” He beamed, your cheeks turning red at the pet name you hadn’t heard in years. Surprise, surprise, you still loved hearing it. “Well, its late, I ought to get you to your chambers, otherwise what sorta king am I?” He teased faintly, standing and offering his right hand towards you to help you up.

You gaped at him, he was offeringtouch? You quickly got over yourself, taking his hand and standing. You noticed he was still holding your hand, as gently as possible, but still present as you walked. He led you back towards your chambers as both of you laughed softly, exchanging jokes. He smiled warmly as he let go of your hand, and you found yourself missing his warmth almost instantly. “I had a wonderful time again tonight, doll.”

“As did I Bucky, thank you.” You smiled brightly, overjoyed at the small progress you were making to becoming close again.

“I will see you tomorrow, My Queen,” he took your hand once more, gently kissing your knuckles before letting your hand go. You knew he could see how badly you were blushing, but you still hoped he wouldn’t notice.

“I do hope so, My King,” you smiled back, before heading inside, the guards posted outside closing it behind you. You couldn’t wipe the huge smile on your face. Lingering touches, the small kisses, the pet name coming back, the jokes and the charming smile. He might be different, and still needed time, and to take things at his own pace, but he was still Bucky. Your inherently kind and affectionate Bucky. Though you suppose it would be a little while longer before he got comfortable truly holding your hand, or doing so when more than one guard happened to be present, yet still. Something was better than nothing. Baby stepswas better than standing still.

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slytherin-puffskein · 5 years

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twelve ways to fall in love with you.

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from @cinnamonriko:

scorpio: It was when I found myself wanting to tell you things I didn’t share with anyone else. You had sat there expectantly, and openly- like you’d wait all day if you had to. And when I told you you didn’t leave, you understood.

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signs completed: capricorn - scorpio

- - -

Usually, Barnaby Lee found himself enjoying Valentine’s Day. The cute dates, the kisses, the gifts, what else could be better than an entire day solely dedicated to spoiling your significant other? Literally nothing, at least to his eyes. However, this day was now reduced to nothing as he was officially single. Four months thrown down the drain, with no consideration nor apologies. He couldn’t boast over the fact that he had easily gotten over it, however, because it would have been a lie. It had been hard, perilous even, but he had managed to claw his way out of all these unpleasant feelings and get back on his daily routine. He was healing. Slowly, but surely.

He knew of this pain, and promised himself to help whoever experiencing it. And so, when it came to his knowledge that Laurent King was dealing with the same emotional storm, he just had to intervene. As soon as he had received the news he had showed up at his apartment, his shoulder ready for him to cry on and his ears free to listen to every woes. The first night had been long. Painful, even. Murphy McNully, this single name kept slipping out of Laurent’s lips, decorated with uneven sobs and choked back words the redhead didn’t dare to add. Barnaby couldn’t blame him: most of it was probably too personal to talk about. He was his best friend, but there were still many things he didn’t, couldn’t know yet.

“I don’t understand.” Laurent had sniffled, his face buried in the crook of his neck while the TV was playing in front of them. “I don’t understand at all...”

“It’s ok, Laurent. I’m here... I’m here”

He couldn’t help but scoff at that memory. I’m here. As if that was a good way to comfort him. Words wouldn’t have been sufficient at that very moment, so he had resorted to listen at last. My parents never bothered about my advice, why would he? And what kind of advice do I have anyway, me who got dumped only a few months ago? Talk about a bad joke.

Days became weeks, weeks became months, and now was their first Valentine’s Day without a partner to share it with. No cute dates to go on, no compliments to give out, no kisses to offer. It definitely put a weight on their hearts, threatening to crush it when least expected.

But Barnaby had a plan.

- - -

Laurent had his entire evening planned out: a well deserved glass of wine along with a bunch of good movies to watch, all of this preceding a long, warm bubble bath. What else could possibly top this? Nothing, absolutely nothing.

A wistful voice crept in his mind anyway. You damn fool, you know there is much more enjoyable than this. Remember your first Valentine’s Day with Murphy? You two had so much fun. A candlelit dinner in your favourite restaurant followed by a romantic stargazing session. What happened once you guys got back home was a lot of fun as well-- He immediately cut off his thoughts, gently slapping his cheek and mentally cursing himself. Shut up, shut up! Who said Valentine’s Day was for couples anyway, huh? I’ll enjoy it with my own damn self! He wasn’t convinced, however.

He had slipped into his most comfortable pyjamas and was choosing which movie to watch as his doorbell suddenly rang, prompting him to almost jump in fear. Bewilderment reading itself on his face he approached the door and checked into the peep hole, his muscles relaxing as soon as he recognized Barnaby’s face. A question reigned in his mind still: what is he doing there? Soon enough the door creaked open, and Laurent was greeting Barnaby inside.

It didn’t take long before he started swarming him with questions: What are you doing here? Everything alright? It’s so cold outside, why are you only wearing that coat? Barnaby only had that damn smile etched on his face, however, and despite Lau’s frustration due to not having any decent answers, he couldn’t help but feel a delightful flutter in his chest.

As he removed his coat, Barnaby finally decided to explain himself: “I assumed you wouldn’t like to spend the evening alone.” He admitted, red blossoming over his cheeks. “So I decided to keep you company... and...” A pause, and then he shook his head. I can’t lie to him. “Well... I... I didn’t want to spend the evening alone. As for you, I dunno, but I had hoped- well not hoped, I didn’t hope you were sad, more like--” And he was stumbling with his words again. For a reason yet unknown to him it always occurred when he was near Laurent.

Before he could try and come up with a decent sentence, Laurent was speaking: “I... I must say, I didn’t really like the thought of being alone as well.” The redhead confessed. “I mean, y’know what day it is... brings back memories.” And he trailed off, once again avoiding to reveal any more information to Barnaby. He knew it was unfair to keep so much from his friend, but... he wasn’t ready to bare himself just yet. He wasn’t ready to fully let go of his relationship with Murphy. Would he ever be? He had no idea. I loved him so much... and now it’s all reduced to dust.

Suddenly, he felt Barnaby’s hand land on his shoulder, and words clung to his throat as they found themselves unable to make their way out. He could only stare at his smile. “Well, I guess it’s your lucky day, then!” Barnaby exclaimed. “I’ll chase away these bad memories, let’s enjoy this evening together!” And suddenly his gaze landed towards Laurent’s bedroom. “What were you planning to do?”

Laurent immediately guessed what Barnaby was thinking about, and a smile finally curved his lips. “Movie night. I know for a fact that you...”

“... Love them.” Barnaby completed. “Yes! How about we check a few of them out, hm?” A glint of excitement passed through his eyes.

“Let’s.” Lau replied at last. Maybe tonight won’t be so bad after all.

- - -

It turned out that Barnaby had another trick up his sleeve, and it revealed itself in the form of a box he pulled out of his bag. “Ta-da! I stopped by your favourite donut shop and got us a few things! What’s better than movies? Movies and donuts! You’ll thank me later~”

“We should make this a tradition.” Laurent commented as they both sat down on his bed. “I’m sure I’ll enjoy this more than I am supposed to.”

He was already smiling and giggling, and the sparkles usually inhabiting his eyes had come back at last. That sight proved itself to be a real comfort to Barnaby, the fondness with which he was staring at his friend only confirming it. For once, Laurent wasn’t thinking about Murphy and their disastrous breakup. He was focusing on the present, filled with good movies and donu-- his face fell as Barnaby opened the box.

Green, matcha glazed donuts were part of the mix. Otherwise known as Murphy McNully’s favourites. It took a few seconds for Laurent to snap back into reality and realize that Barnaby has been calling out his name with worry decorating his features. Laurent blinked one, two times. “Ah, sorry, I... I spaced out, I guess.” His gaze swiftly drifted away from the donuts. “Matcha flavour was Murphy... Murphy’s favourite. His favourite colour is green, of course it had to be his...” He trailed off, unable to continue. His heart threatened to squeeze itself in his chest and eventually blow up, his brain was assaulted with thunders of painful memories, his hands felt cold... and suddenly he was looking at Barnaby again.

Barnaby, who looked as if he had just learned he had accidentally committed the world’s biggest crime. “I’m sorry!” He blurted out. “I-I didn’t know, I didn’t mean to, I--”

Luckily enough Laurent was quick to interrupt him. Giggles even punctuated his words. “It’s fine, Barnaby. You didn’t know...” Without a warning he suddenly reached for his hand, their fingers slowly intertwining together. “Thank you. Really. These strawberry glazed ones look super tasty...”

That was sufficient to appease Barnaby, and Laurent felt better as well. As soon as their fingers linked together he has been feeling lighter, in fact. Let’s watch a movie, now. Let’s watch a movie and forget about our shitty relationships. Memories of Barnaby’s breakup with his ex girlfriend suddenly rushed through him, and he saw himself in that same bedroom a few months ago, comforting a tearful Barnaby. Man, the turntables. Now he’s the one comforting me... is he still sad about his breakup? It’s Valentine’s Day after all. He must feel melancholic... however he feels, I’ll give him support. He deserves it.

With that in mind he squeezed his hand, and he chose a movie at last.

“Are you sure a romantic movie is what you need?” Has been Barnaby’s first question.

“I’ll be fine, Barnaby. How about you?” You always ask about me. Let me ask about you.

Barnaby nodded, stuffing a donut in his mouth and then replying: “Yup!”

Laurent jokingly smacked Barnaby’s arm, laughing. “You’re so gross, swallow before speaking!” How ironic, since he has been eating a donut and talking as well.

- - -

Curled up against Barnaby as he would always do when watching TV with him, countless thoughts swirled inside of Laurent’s mind thus preventing him to properly enjoy the movie. He couldn’t make out whatever the actors were saying, and suddenly, as they reached the middle of the movie Laurent reached for the remote and hit the ‘pause’ button. Silence greeted them, and Barnaby stared at Lau with confusion. “Everything alright...?”

A nod, and then some more silence before Laurent finally spoke up: “I was so in love with him.” His voice was down to a murmur, but he knew Barnaby would hear it anyway.

And he did. “I know.”

“I just... it all happened so fast. One day I was madly in love, and the other he breaks up with me. He told me it wasn’t my fault, he--” He suddenly stopped speaking, and locked his gaze with Barnaby’s.

Time froze as they both tried to decipher what messages the other’s eyes contained. Neither of them managed to find anything, and it was probably better this way. For Laurent, at least, for he had figured out he wanted to talk to Barnaby. Not simply look at him, talk. He wanted to tell him about his relationship, and hopefully let go at once.

A last look in Barnaby’s eyes was enough to convince Laurent, for what he saw revealed everything: he was ready to listen to him. He was ready to try to understand. He was ready to sit for hours if it were to take that much time. And so, he started speaking. He poured out his heart. He told him about how great his relationship with Murphy had felt, but also how the impression everything would go wrong had kept gnawing at him. He had tried to deny it for as long as he could, but it eventually hit him straight on the face as their breakup finally occurred. He was too much. Too much his opposite. Murphy liked calculations and percentages, Laurent liked spur of the moment actions and carelessness. Water and fire don’t mix, and the same could be said about Laurent King and Murphy McNully.

He had expected it, yes, but it devastated him anyway. He had thought he would have been enough. He had thought it would have been alright. He had loved Murphy for the way he was, but Murphy had failed doing the same. “But can I blame him?” Laurent suddenly said. “I’m... I’m so... so me, and I’m so different than him... but still, I... I guess it is selfish of me to say this, but... I had wished I would have been good enough for him. Turned out I wasn’t. Probably will never be...”

Silence. He didn’t know how to express himself anymore, so he had resorted to shutting himself up. Barnaby, however, had loads to say as he held him closer, his arms curling around his waist in a comforting embrace. “I know how you feel...” These words felt like a punch to Laurent. Really? How would he know? Wasn’t his past relationship ideal? Wasn’t their breakup mutual? Yes, he had cried... but everyone cries during breakups at some point. You cry because you’re missing a part of yourself. It’s like someone removed a limb of yours: it hurts, so you cry.

He stared as Barnaby chewed on his bottom lip. “I didn’t tell you everything about my own breakup. I... I didn’t live up to my own expectations either. I told you we agreed on breaking up... but it was mostly because I was disappointed with myself. Because...” He held back his breath, as if he was struggling with to find the right words. As a sign of support Laurent reached for his hand. “I figured out I might like guys more instead of girls. You know I like boys as well as girls, but I never told you what caused that realization. It was kissing her while thinking of how it would feel if she were a boy... I supposed I fell out of love, and it made me feel like the world’s worst asshole”

Confessions, confessions, they came one after the other. Sometimes from Lau, sometimes from Barnaby, sometimes both telling them at the same time. Revisiting these old memories hurt, but also relieved them of a huge weight that has been pressing on their shoulders. When they finished speaking they felt good. They felt light.

And Barnaby understood how Laurent felt.

And Laurent understood how Barnaby felt.

“I must admit, I miss being in a relationship.” Laurent shyly confessed as he hit ‘play’ on the remote.

“Me too... I miss cuddling someone.”

“I miss kissing someone. It feels so... heavenly.”

“It feels perfect with the right person.”

And they were now looking at each other. Barnaby’s eyes flicked to Laurent’s lips. Laurent’s eyes flicked to Barnaby’s lips. “Wanna... wanna try it out?” The words slipped out of the redhead’s mouth. “Just to pretend we actually had some action during Valentine’s Day.” He added with a giggle to lighten the atmosphere.

A blush brightly coloured Barnaby’s cheeks for a moment, and Laurent was quick to fear that he had fucked up. There you go, now he’s going to think I’m a pervert.

However, against all expectations, Barnaby nodded. “Y-Yes...” He stammered a little before speaking again: “I’d love to... I’ll be able to brag that I kissed the prettiest guy on Valentine’s Day.”

Laurent’s eyes widened at that claim, but he realized that Barnaby probably wasn’t even aware he had said this out loud. Instead of discussing this he remained silent and allowed Barnaby to inch closer. His arms tightened their grip around Laurent’s waist, and a gasp of surprise threatened to fall off his lips. Instead, he cupped Barnaby’s face and smiled teasingly. “You seem pretty eager.”

A blush blossomed over his friend’s features, and he stumbled with his words a little before finally coming up with a coherent sentence: “A-Are you ok with this, Lau? Kisses should... mean something.”

Laurent’s reply came without a moment of hesitation. “And what would this one mean for you? To me, it would be... moving on, I guess. Get into another chapter and leave Murphy behind for once. How about you?”

Silence lingered in the air as Barnaby didn’t answer, and what he had planned to reply shall remain a mystery as Laurent suddenly tugged on his shirt’s collar to pull him into a kiss. Immediately, a wave of comfort came to wash over the both of them as they curved into each other’s body, living the kiss at it’s fullest.

Neither of them wished to pull away.

- - -

The next morning, Laurent woke up to Barnaby’s steady heartbeat. He had fallen asleep on his chest, and donut crumbs were all over it. A quick look at his friend was all it took to confirm that he was still sleeping. After a few seconds of hesitation, he decided to not pull away. He even closed his eyes.

Following their kiss, they had focused back on the movie. Little words have been said, as if both of them had mulled over what had just happened. Had it been a mistake? Would they regret it? Laurent had feared how he would feel the next morning. But at this very moment, as he was curled up against Barnaby, absolutely no regret came to seize him.

I told him everything. I told him about my fears, my insecurities, the downsides of my relationship with Murphy. I told him everything I had feared revealing, and his reaction? Complete understanding. He even admitted stuff to me as well. It felt so... so right. So perfect. Just like him.

And the kiss. It had it’s hold on his mind still. Suddenly, Barnaby moved a little, and pulled Laurent closer while still sleeping. The redhead’s heart threatened to leap off his chest, and that was when he knew.

I like him.

I’m so screwed.

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omg-imagine · 5 years

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⊱ Don’t Doubt My Love ⊰

Pairing: Loki x Reader

Summary: During a visit to Asgard, you wonder if you’re good enough for Loki.

Words: 1,660

A/N: I’ve secretly grown an obsession with Thor and Loki over the past couple of weeks after watching Thor 1-3. As a result, this (along with a few others) happened. I’m kinda nervous since I haven’t written about Loki before, but I tried my best. As always, hope you enjoy!

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It was already quite late when you decided to leave your room and go for a walk around the palace. No matter how hard you tried, sleep evaded you. You were restless; tossing and turning underneath the covers for so long that you eventually gave up. Slipping on your shoes and tying a silk robe around your waist, you headed out of the door.

The halls were empty, void of any maids or guards that were present earlier. It took some time searching for the grand balcony you had spotted in the morning. Once you finally reached it, you found yourself standing outside in the cool air, basking underneath the moonlight.

Asgard at night was so peaceful, so serene. The stars seemed to be more plentiful and a lot brighter here than the ones back on earth.

When Loki had invited you to Thor’s coronation, you could not refuse. You were always looking forward to seeing Asgard for yourself after hearing the countless stories from him. He was gifted when it came to his words, but despite the way he described his home, it was not enough to capture the kingdom’s real beauty.

Hours have now passed since you last saw of Loki. He had been incredibly busy attending to his royal duties from the moment of his arrival, leaving you to settle down all by yourself.

Thor was kind enough to carry your bags and escort you to his brother’s quarters where you would be staying for the duration of your trip. Afterwards, he gave you a grand tour of the palace, and when Loki still hadn’t shown up, you ate lunch with the blond prince.

Unfortunately, Thor had some business to take care of after you two finished your meal, and again you were left alone. You decided to stroll through the Queen’s gardens, viewing the exotic flowers in awe and enjoying the fresh air.

As you sat on a wooden bench with a book in hand, a young woman appeared before you dressed in an elegant garb, introducing herself as a member of the court.

At first, she seemed kind. You were having a lovely conversation with her when she suddenly asked what your intentions with Loki were. You stared at her, dumbfounded and taken aback by her intrusiveness. When you excused yourself, the woman pressed on, even after you refused to give her an answer.

“I must warn you,” she had stated firmly, “that raven-haired prince tires very easily. You do not know how many bodies he takes and how quickly they are disposed of once he’s got a taste of them. I’m not sure what he sees in you but do understand that you do not belong here in Asgard, nor with Loki. Soon, you’ll return to Midgard where you belong, and he will not remain by your side.”

Her taunting voice still echoed in your ears. The wind blew softly against your skin, and you felt a chill run down your back. You figured that your little exchange in the garden was the reason why you couldn’t sleep.

Ashamed to admit it, you believed that there was some truth behind her words.

You began to wonder what Loki sees in you. She was right, you weren’t special by any means. You were a nobody living in a tiny, one-bedroom apartment and working a dead end job back on earth.

Your life was nothing comparable to Loki’s. The man was a prince, a literal god. One day, you’ll grow old, get sick, and die. As morbid of a fact that was, it was true.

Loki deserved someone more than a mere mortal, someone more than you.

A tear escaped your eye, and you used the sleeve of your robe to wipe it away. This trip was certainly not going according to plan. You wanted to enjoy yourself, relax and spend time with Loki.

Doubt clouded your mind as your insecurities overwhelmed you. You had even planned on telling Loki that you love him during this trip, but now you weren’t too sure. You had never had fallen in love so deeply and fast, and you were scared.

You wanted to run.

“I had a feeling I would find you here,” the sudden sound of Loki’s voice caught you by surprise, and you quickly turned around to see him standing right behind you. His hands were clasped behind his back as he approached you carefully. “What’s the matter?”

“Nothing,” you lied with a smile. “I just needed some air.”

Loki sighed as he rested a hand on your shoulder while you looked back out to the horizon. “I apologize for leaving you on your own today. There’s too much to do in preparation for the coronation in the upcoming days, and I needed to get those out of the way before we could...”

You nodded when Loki paused, but you weren’t listening. He took note of that, and he placed a hand underneath your jaw and gently turned your face towards his. “You have been crying.”

“Yeah,” you breathed out, realizing that there was no point in denying it.

“Why?” He asked, concerned. Loki had never seen you cry, and you hated that you were showing him how weak you were.

“I don’t think this…” You trailed off as you darted your eyes away from his blue-green ones. “I don’t think we are going to work out.”

“What do you mean?”

You bit your lip, trying to keep more tears at bay, before your mouth trembled open as you continued, “You could be with someone more, Loki. Someone worth your while. We’re two different beings from two different worlds. You’re going to realize that I’m not for you and I’d rather have you figure that out now than later.”

There was silence, and having said everything you could think of, you decided to leave Loki with his own thoughts. You started walking back inside the palace when you felt his hand encircle your wrist, pulling you back and preventing you from escaping.

“Have you lost your mind?” You heard him ask, noticing both the anger and disappointment in his voice. “We have been together for almost five months. I know it isn’t a long time, but I thought our relationship was going great. What happened to make you think this way?”

You remained quiet as Loki’s hands came up to cup the sides of your face, his gaze boring into yours. You could see his tears forming and the pained expression he wore. He was hurting because of you.

“There was this woman,” you muttered in a hushed tone. “She told me that I didn’t belong here and that I didn’t deserve you.”

“And you believe her?”

Sniffling, you gave him a nod, and Loki let out a deep sigh. You glanced down to the ground, afraid to make eye contact with him.

“Darling, please look at me,” he requested, but you shook your head. Loki repeated again for a second time, and reluctantly, you finally did what he asked. Your heart ached at the sight of the sad smile on his face.

“Listen to my words, my sweet,” he began softly. “From the very beginning, you have accepted me for who I am. You chose not to fear the monster that I once was, but rather see me as the changed man that I had become. Meeting you has been the best thing that has ever happened, and I have grown to be a better person because of you. Darling, you are nothing like that woman, nor anyone else. You are strong, caring, beautiful, and unique, you are all I could ever want in a partner. You are not just what I deserve, but much more.”

“Loki…” you whispered his name, but his words had left you speechless. All you could do was lean forward and delicately place a kiss on his lips.

Loki eagerly responded, his hands moving down to grasp you by the waist as you wrapped yours around his neck. When you pulled away, you swallowed the lump in your throat as you rest the palm of your hand on Loki’s chest, feeling his heartbeat flutter underneath it.

“I’m so sorry. I didn't mean to doubt you–to doubt us.”

“It’s alright, dear,” Loki tenderly assured, bringing your hand up to his lips and sweetly kissing each fingertip before smiling down on you. “You had captured my heart and held it ever since the day we met. I love you, darling. Never doubt that.”

Warmth spread through your cheeks at Loki’s declaration. It was as if those three little words made all of your previous worries disappear, and you were left with a man who wanted you as much as you wanted him.

You were tired of running, you were tired of beating yourself down. Loki found you special, and you didn’t want to deny yourself happiness any longer.

“I love you too, Loki,” you returned with a widening grin.

“Come, it is getting late, and I plan on showing you more of Asgard tomorrow. Let’s get some rest,” Loki said, but you stayed put.

“Can we stay out here for just a bit more?”

“Of course,” he agreed. “Anything for you, my love.”

Loki buried his head in the crook of your neck as the two of you held each other close. It wasn’t long until he led you back into the bedroom and you slipped under the covers together. He took one of his arms and draped it across your waist, pulling your body flush against him.

Just before exhaustion took you both, you felt Loki kiss the corner of your mouth and then murmuring once more about how much he loves you.

It didn’t matter to you if people thought you had no place in Asgard. What only mattered was that you were in the comfort and security of Loki’s arms, the one place where you knew you truly belonged.

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366daysandnights · 7 years

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thresholds

perched on columba’s bay/the bay at the back of ireland. photo by claire tomkinson.

in 2011 i had the honor of being invited by my dear friend to pilgrimage to Iona Abbey on the Isle of Iona in Scotland. i had never really had any desire or inclination to go to Scotland, and i had never heard of Iona, but this experience was important to claire as she journeyed through grief and crossed a threshold as a new wife. although i didn’t realize it at the time, i was also at a threshold. my first marriage was coming to an end and changes in my job were imminent. i felt liberated by the doors that were closing in my life and the space they created to open up something in their place.

iona is described as “a thin place” - a place where the material and spiritual come close to one another. it would be impossible for me to photograph or describe how keenly you can feel this on the island. it is a place where every act - a quiet moment of reflection, a conversation with a friend, a meal shared in community (and, oh the food) - feels holy.

the abbey.

claire and i spent a lot of time together on this trip. we both unintentionally fell asleep on our luggage in a park in downtown London, exhausted and obviously not super concerned about our belongings (because, jetlag). we journeyed up to king arthur’s seat at 11pm because the sun doesn’t set in the summer in Scotland, like ever. on our single night in Edinburgh we somehow got seated right next to the window in the cutest, most touristy restaurant of my Scottish dreams. after a day of train, bus and ferry we decided to go on a walk around iona isle and inexplicably got lost in a bog on a tiny land mass. this made our teenage roommates worry about US, which was kind of a funny indication of what was yet to come. that week was such a gift with my friend, with time spent talking, laughing, singing, crying, praying, and getting sunburned.

despite all these cherished experiences together, iona also permitted lots of time to spend on our own. claire is a gifted artist by trade, and i work in outdoor retail, so we both observed with some irony that most of her solitary time was spend roaming the island, and most of mine was spent in the art studio (and occasionally lured into the clear, frigid water by claire’s gusto).

lo, one of maybe three times in adulthood that i voluntarily wore shorts. on the isle of staffa. i bought two books during our time on the island, because duh - the obvious souvenir for international travel with tiny luggage are BOOKS. the first is a book of blessings for life’s thresholds called to bless the space between us by john o’donohue. it offers sweetness and comfort for making the transition from a known, familiar world into new, unmapped territory. i keep this book on my nightstand and have revisited it countless times in the years since our trip. the second book is called praying with our hands by jon sweeney, and is a beautiful pictorial from the world’s spiritual traditions of ways that our bodies are places where prayer is actively happening - breaking bread, laying on of hands, the cosmic mudra, praying with icons, etc. this really spoke to me during a time that i struggled to find a church community and welcomed a reminder that with a simple shift in perspective in work, in charity, in breath, in acts of lovingkindness both my body and the occasion become sacred.

it was with that on my heart that i found my way to the art studio on iona. i spent most of my free time there that week in part because i enjoyed the company of the adorable too-young-for-me-even-then man that ran the art studio, and mostly because i felt called to use this new sense of embodied prayer...to sew. i have no idea why. i had never done it before.

i felt drawn back to this space on the brink of new motherhood. i wanted to create something for my children that i readily acknowledge has no artistic value and will probably sit in a closet somewhere, but maybe someday when i am a dusty old bitch my children will look at this and remember that once i sat and prayed for them with my hands and millions (and millions) of tiny stitches. this is what i was doing when i went into labor with my son.

i could write at length about my last month of pregnancy with isaiah - the heaviness i felt in my body. i have never been too concerned about my weight but have always been attached to feeling sturdy and strong, and in those final weeks even walking was a burden. i couldn’t understand how my stomach could get so big, and jesus - my feet looked like something out of a coney island freak show. from august onward i was convinced that i could go into labor, or explode, any second but it turns out my children both have an annoying punctuality that they definitely didn’t inherit from me. isaiah arrived right on his due date.

the picture where my brother was convinced that someone just photoshopped a large circle over my abdomen in the same color as my tank top. placement of iced tea is unexplained phenomena

i was not aware that rose had down syndrome during my pregnancy. my midwife detected a fetal arrhythmia around 32 weeks but otherwise my pregnancy was blissfully uneventful. i planned a stereotypical crunchy unmedicated vaginal delivery. after i was induced and my labor plan fell apart before my eyes, i really struggled with feelings that my body had completely failed me and my child. in the months that followed in the hospital, i apologized to my husband and my daughter for my inability to grow a healthy child. i still do.

in contrast, i planned nothing for my son and imagined that everything that could possibly go wrong would. nothing did. i was a good candidate for a VBAC but my midwives were cautious about setting any expectations. at risk of disappointment, i literally did nothing but pack my bag. despite the fact that i was convinced that my baby would fall out at any second, when i started having painful contractions on a monday night we were unprepared. it occurred to me that i may not make it until thursday when my mom was planning to arrive. chase urged me to contact my parents, and i reluctantly sent them a text, apologizing for the last minute request and asking if one of them would be able to come earlier. my dad responded, “it’s not last minute, we’ve been waiting for 9 months.” (touche, dad) and he arrived that night.

this experience made me wonder if this is what women are talking about when they complain about being in labor for 24 hours, 36 hours, 48 hours, their entire third trimester, etc. maybe this is our version of a war story - mostly true, but embellished to really draw out our suffering and sacrifice to bring life into this world.

i spent the days before isaiah’s arrival trying to cherish these moments with my girl

anyway, i wasn’t in labor for 48 hours. the contractions subsided with the sunrise, and i went back to my cross stitch sampler. my midwife gave me a single piece of advice that informed my labor plan -

don’t count minutes between contractions. forget the 5 minute rule. ask yourself if you can get through five more contractions on your hands and knees. ten more contractions in the shower. and at the moment the answer to that question becomes “no, i can’t,” that’s when you come to the hospital.

we arrived at the hospital at 5:30pm and headed to OB Triage. i spent two hours feeling like my body was being ripped in half, drenched in sweat and unable to utter a single coherent word. the papers and consent forms the nurses kept bringing me went basically ignored (like, is this really the time to be filling out paperwork?! WTF?!). there was a woman next to me that came in with false labor and the nurses were going over guidelines on how to tell between false and active labor with her before sending her home. i was terrified that i would be next and that i would have to a) walk back across OB Triage in that hospital gown that definitely does not fully close over a pregnant belly and it seems like someone could probably do something about that, b) come to terms with the fact that my body couldn’t handle this.

except i was already fully dilated. by the time the anesthesiologist arrived i truly could have kissed him if i hadn’t been sobbing into the shoulders of my labor and delivery nurse. she held me around the waist and offered some comforting, indecipherable sentiments to keep me from moving around and being paralyzed while the anesthesiologist put a huge needle into my spinal cord (thanks jessica!). she is a goddess.

my midwife gave me about half an hour to “rest,” wherein i begged for some water and was awarded with a cup of ice chips (seriously, so many things need to be revised about L&D), then she coached me through about 45 minutes of very thirsty pushing. my son corkscrewed into the world at 9:17pm, and was immediately welcomed by chase’s musical selections of new edition and michael jackson while i continued to beg for water and everyone else stitched me up and cleared the murder scene. when people ask me how my delivery went i am actually at a loss to describe how ordinary it all was.

except, this little life.

isaiah winters peregoy arrives, at last and right on time. my little wild virgo.

i am not a romantic person by nature. i’ve been fortunate that in most relationships people mistake my quiet for thoughtfulness or mystery and are entrenched enough in their fondness for me by the time they realize that i am just pragmatic, and a bungling mess like everyone else. however, i am deeply romantic when it comes to my children.

watching my daughter’s golden curls fly through the air makes me breathless. looking into my sons eyes, a mysterious grey-green for now, and knowing that i will be the first person to truly see him fills me with gratitude. these exhausted mornings with both of my children in my bed, their heads on my chest, give me pause as i remember holding them both beneath my heart and that no deed or person can ever erase that. they are perfect.

i am completely relearning what it is to mother my son. for good or for ill, none of the lessons that we learned with rose apply this time around. she was two months old when she arrived in our home, blissfully sleep trained by our amazing NICU nurses and fed by g-tube for almost her first full year of life. isaiah sleeps in 10 minute increments and has an insatiable appetite that i am trying to keep up with. but they are both perfect, rose with all her gross, sticky, rambunctious toddler qualities and this new little creature with his constant need for motion and touch. this also feels like a thin place.

#motherhood #childbirth #postpartum #t21 #pilgrimage #iona

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fearlessinspace · 7 years

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Summary: three cute spirk stories for all you avid spirk shippers out there!!

Notes: a #stnetworkge gift for @lucifermoaningstar (tho from @tiberivs-kirk)

Word count: 3865

He was leaning on his forearms, his weight entirely held by the steel base of the bar. There was no need for a bar stool – he spent just enough time in his life sitting in the captain’s chair on the bridge. His baby blue eyes were on the half full glass in front of him, yet his mind was elsewhere. While unconsciously drawing circles on the previously unstained glass, his mind was simultaneously analyzing the ruby shade of the drink in his glass and the now apparent creases on the skin of his forehead.

The drink was intense, like it had a personality of its own. Russian, and feisty. Dammit, Chekov.

What was the average number of years of service for a Starfleet captain anyways? Pike was one for a while. For quite a long time, actually. But his situation was different. Christopher Pike was a captain because he was simply born to be one. He was respected, honorable, intelligent, brave – everything a commander in the fleet could ask for. Kirk? He joined on a dare.

Déjà vu.

But it was indeed true. He wanted nothing more than to be better than his father ever was. Like winning a challenge. His primary aim was victory in this absurd, non-existent competition and coming out on top. And all of this nonsense was fueled by arrogance and narcissism, but at the same time loneliness and a desperate need for attention. All he ever wanted was approval.

His gaze and train of thoughts were broken by the sound of the doors to the empty bar sliding open. James’s eyes moved to the glass first, just for him to find out that he’d been out of it for so long that the ice cubes melted. So much for whiskey on the rock.

Just a moment later, he moved them to the slim and awfully familiar figure at the door. He smiled at the forever serious-looking man, warmth instantly filling his insides at the sight of those chocolate eyes, greenish skin and signature spiked ears. There was something about this man that always managed to relieve the stress. Still in his usual cerulean blue uniform, Spock approached the captain after acknowledging his nod, a sign of approval for him to intrude on captain’s personal hours off.

“Good evening, Mr Spock.” He said lightheartedly. “What bring you to this lovely bar tonight?”

As per usual, not even a smirk from the Vulcan. “Good evening Jim. As a result of my personal and the crew’s observation, today you seemed, according to human vernacular, off.”

Kirk wordlessly stared at the man across from him while downing the remains of his drink, waiting for him to finish.

“It appears that you’re not fully being your usual self. Therefore, I’m here to see what is not right.”

Smiling, Jim carefully placed the now empty glass back on the coaster and looked back up at his beloved first officer, barely able to keep his laughter at bay.

“So, as I see it, my feelings are hurt and the crew decides to make you come and check on me.” He stepped away from the bar and walked back to the cooler to take out the bottle full of scotch he’d previously been drinking. “Was this Bones’ idea? Sounds a lot like him.”

Spock watched calmly as the captain walked back to his spot and began pouring the liquid, way over the usual amount. “I’ve come here on my own accord.”

At his words, Kirk stopped pouring and looked up, straight into Spock’s eyes, his gaze literally screaming ‘are you serious’.

“I am quite serious Jim.”

Kirk looked down on his drink, a bit embarrassed at himself for reacting the way he did. Though, that’s not exactly why his cheeks were getting redder by the minute.

“My apologies, Mr Spock. It was not my intention.”

Having given up the usual Vulcan act for a moment, Spock effortlessly fashioned a genuine smile, at which Kirk’s eyes significantly widened.

“As you already know, no offence taken. What is it, however, that makes you feel like this Jim?”

James was aware that Spock was usually anything but a shoulder to cry on, but sensed something changed in the man in front of him. Spock was no therapist, but Jim knew that he could rely on him no matter what.

He sighed and spoke with traces of hope in his voice. “I’ll be honest with you Spock. It’s been almost 10 years since I first sat in that chair, on this ship, with all these people. We’d been through so many missions, exploring the endlessness that is space, and all of you people – you’re my family. But I’m not sure I’m still fit to do this job, Spock. Yeah, it’s true, I almost left this ship for good once before, but this is different. I feel like I’m slower than I used to be, like I can’t handle the things that space throws at us on a daily basis.”

“Captain, if you’re referring to you physical condition, both you, Dr McCoy and I are very well aware that you’re more than capable to do your job properly.”

Kirk’s smile has faded. “That’s not what I’m talking about, Spock. I’m responsible for everybody on this ship. And the people I hold the closest to my heart are included. That includes you, Spock. If I mess up one little detail because of my newfound insecurities, all of you could die. And I cannot afford that.”

Spock knew that what he was about to do next was far off from his usual gestures, but it was only logical. Only necessary.

Jim Kirk could only gasp after Spock walked around the bar and wrapped his arms around him. His arms applied light pressure, just enough to relieve any tension left in Jim. Despite the usual coldness of Vulcans’ blood, James could feel only warmth and comfort, consolation and genuine love. The fact that Spock cared was never obvious, but everybody was aware of the fact that he did. However, it was never displayed with such clarity, not until then.

After realizing that Spock was not even close to letting go, Jim wrapped his arms tightly around the slightly taller man, returning the favor. He leaned closer to him and placed his jaw on Spock’s shoulder, closed his eyes and let out a single tear.

It’s amazing just what simple human contact can do for a person. So, there they were; two grown men holding each other in a bittersweet embrace, frozen in time, overthrown with emotion – pure human.

Aware that that was more human than anything he’d done ever before in his life, Spock wasn’t going to break the streak, not yet.

“Jim, whatever you decide, know that it is only logical that you have all of our support and affection.”

James nodded silently, admitting to himself that he wasn’t yet ready to leave his life behind. Especially not the man in front of him.

His warm brown eyes snapped open, hit directly with a stray beam of morning sunshine peeking through the shades. Those light rays were a usual sign of the ending of winter in San Francisco, which meant spring was knocking on the door.

Spring. His significant other’s favorite time of the year. The time when birds started singing, so his loved one could hum along with them; the time when flowers, colored with all the shades of the spectrum, blossomed and filled the air with that familiar hint of sweetness; the time when grass grew tall and green and when the air’s temperature significantly raised.

It took him just a moment more to realize that that significant other was laying right there beside him, his arms wrapped around the Vulcan’s waist, head leaning where a human’s liver would be, listening to the rhythmic heartbeat.

Daisies. James Kirk’s favorite.

It had been no more than a week, and Spock still had trouble adjusting to the fact that he may never again sleep alone. Spock is a man of organization, logic and routine – by now he’d already be up and about, finishing work that needs to be done.

It appeared, however, that things had changed.

Spock used to cook only for himself. Now, he either has to cook for two or will be greeted with a home-cooked meal. His closed used to be filled only with blue uniforms. Not much space was additionally taken up, but suddenly there were golden uniforms, too. Sometimes, he’d spend lonely nights, walking around town, secluded with his own mind. Now, it appears, there’s always company. He’d always sleep alone, and sometimes nights were cold. It seems, now, that he’ll never be cold again. He did not mind sharing body warmth for such a longs period of time, and it was strange to him. Like he was surprised by his own mind and body.

His routine had been broken. But, for the first time, he did not mind.

Careful not to wake him up, Spock moved his hand and placed it on Jim’s head, unconsciously playing with the long golden locks. He twisted them around, intrigued by the softness of the man’s strands. His eyes moved from the ceiling to Jim; they were scanning his position, the toned muscles on his arms and back, the scars left from countless encounters with unfriendly strangers of space. His body moved on par with their paired heartbeats. It eradiated heat – a thing which Spock could get used to more easily than others.

Spock was snapped out of his observation more by a silent moan, definitely coming from the man next to him.

“Mmm. Spock?” he mumbled into the Vulcan’s skin.

“Good morning Jim. Feeling well?”

“Definitely.”

The blond man rolled away from his partner and stretched, letting out sounds which resembled moaning – something Spock found rather strange. After inhaling and exhaling deeply, James rolled back around onto his stomach and almost climbed up to face the slightly older man. His steely blue eyes scanned Spock’s face, finding no specific feature showing emotion other than a slight curve to his lips. A pair of hands reached up from Kirk’s lower back, across his sides, all the way to the shoulder blades and the crooks of his neck. He took his liberty and lowered down, planting a long, loving kiss on the man’s soft lips. Seeing that his high cheekbones turned a light shade of green, a smug smile took over as he bent down to his neck, starting with light nibbles on the thin skin and ending up with full blown greenish bruises – a process during which he could hear the Vulcan’s silent moans. Barely managing to stop himself, he pulled up and looked back at Spock, his baby blues glowing, staring straight into deep chocolate browns.

“You truly are something special, Mr Spock.” He whispered.

“I’ll admit Captain, I am at a loss for words. I can only say the same thing about you. I must say, however, that the bruises might be difficult to explain. And you know that Vulcans don’t lie.”

“Are you stating that you did not enjoy this, Mr Spock?”

“Far from it, Captain. You managed to induce human emotions with you actions, which is usually a rarity.”

“I am aware of that.”

“Most illogical of me.”

At the Vulcan’s last response Kirk laughed, a genuine smile left on his face. He leaned down to kiss his loved one once more, and over and over again, internally overjoyed at the fact that he was able to provoke an emotional reaction from his beloved Vulcan. His primary reason for happiness, however, is the pure fact that the one he loves actually loves him back.

And he’d do anything for it to last forever.

As the pair entered one of San Francisco’s comfiest dive bars, they were greeted by a combination of mustiness, spilled ale and cigarette smoke.

“By golly. Smells just like Mississippi.” One of the men spoke, his usual southern accent most probably strengthened by the familiarity of the smell coming from the inside.

The other, blond and a bit taller man chuckled. “Welcome home, Bones.”

Noticing that Bones had his eyes on the stage, looking to see who’s currently singing, James turns in place, analyzing the room for a spot for them to sit. Preferably in the back. After finding one, he drags the older man by the arm, pushing through the crown and murmuring light ‘excuse me’s, until they reached a barrel around which stood most of the bridge’s crew.

After saying their hellos, everybody, with the exception of Jim, started talking about which songs they should sing. After all, it was Karaoke Night.

“Me and Jaylah are doing a rather fun duet, I’ll tell ya!” Scotty exclaimed.

“Hikaru, shall we do one too?” Nyota proposed, to which Sulu nodded with a wide smile on his face. He had a great song in mind.

“I’d like to go first!” Pavel said, obviously positive that his singing skills are going to wow the masses.

Behind all the chit chat, Spock inevitably noticed how quiet his captain was.

“Jim? You are quiet. What will you sing?”

At his question, everybody at the table turned their heads, impatient for a response.

Jim was well aware that pretty much nobody had any idea about whatever singing skills he may have and he planned to keep it that way.

“I’m gonna skip this one guys. Not feeling it tonight.”

Immediately about 8 types of ‘why not’ were thrown at him, and he could only respond with shaking his head.

Unbeknownst to him, Spock was pretty sure that the captain should sing, but decided not to push him any further. Yet.

As the host announced that it was time for everybody who wanted to sing to sign up, everybody literally ran from the table and to the stage, leaving Spock and James behind. Before trying once more, Spock threw a light and worried look towards the captain.

“Jim, I remember that you used that excuse multiple times in the past, henceforth it is illogical of you to use it once more. As you can see, the entire crew is ready to sing despite their presence or lack of music skills. You should probably sing, too. It is scientifically proven that, despite its negative effects, music tends to make humans happier and-“

“No, Spock. I’m not singing.”

Never removing his eyes from the blond man’s blue ones, which were stuck on a random spot on the floor, Spock almost sighed.

“Go sign up.” Was the last thing Spock had heard before turning around and joining his fellow crewmates.

First up was young Chekov, singing Rasputin by Boney M.

There lived a certain man in Russia long ago He was big and strong, in his eyes a flaming glow Most people looked at him with terror and with fear But to Moscow chicks he was such a lovely dear

As a big surprise to everybody in the room, but mostly to himself, Pavel almost effortlessly hit all the low and high notes almost impeccably.

At one point during the song, Leonard walked back to his friend, alone at the table with a glass of whiskey in his hand.

Which gave him an amusing idea, a plan which was nevertheless probably going to fail.

“If you drink all that whiskey, you won’t be able to sing.”

In response, Jim could only laugh. And that’s when Bones got reassure that his plan definitely failed.

Ra Ra Rasputin Lover of the Russian queen There was a cat that really was gone Ra Ra Rasputin Russia’s greatest love machine It was a shame how he carried on

“I’m not singing tonight, Bones. Did Spock send you to talk me into singing?”

Bones only smirked. “I’m pretty sure Spock is the only one who could talk you into this, so that’s not why I’m here. I’m singing last and the front of the stage has a lotta drunk people who keep falling on me. I’m a doctor, not a babysitter.”

Next up, the stage was taken by Spock. The moment his song started, it seemed like every single person in the room lost their mind, either crying of laughter or singing with the Vulcan.

I stay out too late Got nothing on my brain That’s what people say, mmm-mmm That’s what people say, mmm-mmm

Soon, the entire crowd was singing together with Spock. Even Jim, even though he did not dare sing, had a silly, beaming smile plastered across his face, lips going from one ear to the other.

Heart-breakers gonna break, break, break, break, break And the fakers gonna fake, fake, fake, fake, fake Baby I’m just gonna shake, shake, shake, shake, shake I shake it off, shake it off

AS the song’s end was nearing, Kirk’s eyes started glowing, probably with happiness, and for a moment there he really was tempted to get up there and sing. However, as soon as the lights moved away from his Vulcan friend, the temptation was gone.

The next two were pairs: Sulu and Uhura nailing Take On Me by A-Ha, and the power duo, Scotty and Jaylah, absolutely killing it with Fight For You Right by Beastie Boys.

Even though he was enjoying himself, it seemed like time passed by in slow motion for Jim. Even a light headache was catching up. Like he was unconscious when the host announced McCoy’s name, Jim sharply turned his head to his friend with a bewildered expression on his face.

“Didn’t you hear it? It’s my turn. Show time, baby.” He said dramatically and jogged behind the stage.

Suddenly, all the lights turned off. Just a moment later, in the center of the stage there was Doctor Leonard Horatio McCoy wearing a blond wig with two ponytails on his head and shimmery pink lip gloss messily spread all over his lips.

Oh, baby, baby How was I supposed to know That something wasn’t right here?

Oh, baby, baby I shouldn’t have let you go And now you’re out of sight, yeah

The entire crowd screamed once more, if not even louder than when Spock started singing the Taylor Swift song. Even Jim started singing there for just a brief moment, with his hands dramatically placed on his heart, but he quickly snapped out of it. Nevertheless, he was quite close to pissing his pants, as McCoy’s performance was truly magical.

My loneliness is killing me I must confess, I still believe When I’m not with you I lose my mind Give me a sign Hit me, baby, one more time!

As Bones was the last of those who signed up to sing, he and the crew walked straight back to Jim’s table, some covered in glitter, some in Romulan Ale, and some in lip gloss.

“I swear, man, I will personally give you a medal for this one.” Jim laughed and patted Bones of the back, the man still trying to wipe off what remained of the makeup.

“Good god, this thing is like glue!”

Everybody laughed, but silence took over as Spock spoke up.

“The end of the night is nearing, Jim. You should sing a song, just as all of us did.”

Uhura, however, took Jim’s side and spoke up before he could even react.

“Oh, come on, Spock. Maybe he’s just shy.” She turned to Jim. “James, it’s fine.”

“Captain, are you good at singing, though? Cause if you are, I cannae let ya waste it.” Scotty stated.

Jim took in a breath to speak, but was once more cut off, this time by Spock. And what he said surprised him more than he ever thought it would.

“That is why I’m insisting, Mr Scott. Jim is quite skilled. As you’d say, he has a marvelous voice.”

Suddenly, everybody tuned to Jim and started chanting his name. Soon, the rest of the crowd joined in and in a matter of seconds, the entire room was calling his name. Even the host over the microphone.

Jim swallowed and got his ass of that chair, ready to make some noise. He downed what was left of the whiskey and made his way to the stage, to which the crowd went wild.

He climbed onto the stage, grabbed the mike and turned his back to the crowd, just slightly nervous at what might happen next. As he stood there motionless, the crown went silent. He was so focused that he could hear people’s whispers.

‘I hear people say he sounds like that famous 20th century singer. Sinatra, was it?’

The second he tuned around and sang the first line, his nervousness vanished and the crowd went dead silent, almost like every single soul focused its mind on the man’s inexplicably gorgeous singing.

Fly me to the moon Let me play among the stars Let me see what spring is like On a-Jupiter and Mars

As the blond man sang on wonderfully, perfectly hitting each note and vibrato, his eyes were searching the crowd for a specific sharp-eared man.

Suddenly, he emerged from the depths of the crowds, unable to take his eyes off of the handsome blue eyed man singing on that stage. As he took careful steps towards the stage, almost like he’s careful not to step on broken glass, James approached the edge and extended his hand, waiting for the slightly older man to reach him. Spock grabbed onto his hand and jumped on the stage, grabbing a mike and joining in with the captain, their voices in perfect sync. Never letting go of each other’s hand, they turned to each other and got lost in those chocolate and steely blue eyes, completely enchanted by each other’s presence and voice – almost like the crowd wasn’t even there.

Fill my heart with song And let me sing for ever more You and I are long for All I worship and adore In other words, please be true In other words, I love you

They finished the song, literally inches from each other; Spock’s cheeks with shining green while Jim’s where pink and flushed. The definitely would’ve kissed if the crowd hadn’t started clapping and cheering, making the two break apart. Nonetheless, the two smile, turn to the crowd and make their way down. Fairly quickly, a sea of people surrounded James, congratulating him.

“Captain, that was amazing.”

“I never knew you had such an incredible voice, Jim!”

“You need to sing another song!”

At the last remark, everybody started chanting once more, this time begging for another song.

Since he didn’t carry the burden of keeping his skill hidden any more, Jim truly was tempted to run back to that stage for an encore. However, when he turned his head to Spock, his expression was blank but his eyes said everything – he was free to go for another song, but there was a light hint of sadness kept hidden. Fortunately for Jim, he knew Spock quite well – well enough to figure out the Vulcan’s emotions.

Dismissing the chant, thanking and apologizing, James rushed to Spock’s side, took his hand and the pair exited the bar hand in hand, smiles on their faces.

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tiberivs-kirk · 7 years

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This is a gift for @stnetwork‘s Gift Exchange for the wonderful @lucifermoaningstar !! It’s a little Spirk collection with a bit of protective!Spock. Really hope you like it <3 LLAP