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withleeknow · 3 months

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my moon and stars.

pairing: minho x reader genre/warnings: established relationship, (tooth-rotting) fluff; even tho it's unedited this is still one of my favorite things that i've written on this blog so far !!! gaaaaaaah word count: 1.1k listen to 🎧: lover - taylor swift

as always, i’d appreciate any thoughts or comments you may have, and please drop a like and/or reblog if you enjoy reading ♡

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nobody thought jeongin would be the next one to get married, but alas, here you are, at the reception of your friend's wedding, nursing a glass of champagne.

"come on," minho says, snatching the glass away from you and finishing the rest of it in one gulp, before he takes you by the hand and tugs you forward. "let’s go dance."

you can't even be annoyed that he basically just stole your drink. instead, you just laugh, and let the love of your life drag you to the dance floor.

he guides you to move in a slow rhythm, matching the tempo of the song that's playing in the background. it's a song that you would usually think is overrated and has been played to hell and back, but in the moment, drunk on the cozy atmosphere, you think it's nice. you briefly wonder what song you would choose for your first dance at your own wedding.

it's just a fleeting thought. you've been having those all day.

jeongin's wedding was beautiful. everything was done to perfection, and you have no doubt that most of it was overseen by his girlfriend.

nope, correction: she's his wife now.

nevertheless, you've been imagining yourself and minho in a similar setting. you in a stunning white dress. him, dashing in a classy suit. the two of you exchanging vows with teary eyes in front of your friends and families. the cats as ring bearers. sealing forever with a deep kiss and fond smiles.

as you continue to sway along to the music, you wrap your arms around minho's neck and pull him closer. there's something in the way that he's been treating you all day that makes you melt even more than it usually does. he's been more touchy; there's not a single moment where his hands aren't on your body in any way, whether it be a hand on your knee, on the small of your back, or an arm around your waist. minho isn't often overt with his affection like that; he tends to dote on you in the privacy of your own loving bubble, away from anyone and everyone.

then, there's the softness that he's looking at you with in his chocolate brown eyes. it's warm, saccharine; it makes you feel like you two are the only people left in the room even though this is supposed to be someone else's big day.

"i love you," he says suddenly, brushing his nose against yours before leaning in just a tad closer to your lips, "you mean the world to me."

it's rare for minho to say things like this out of the blue. he's a man of few words after all.

he's full of surprises today, it seems.

"what's the occasion?" you ask with a coy smile.

"no occasion. just wanted to tell you that."

you close the distance, pressing your lips against his as his arms wrap themselves tighter around your body. "i love you too," you smile against him.

he mirrors your smile, and kisses you deeper. he's so sweet today, so openly loving with you even as your friends around you watch on.

you have an inkling that maybe, just maybe, he's been thinking the same things as you.

you stay in each other's arms until the song ends, then another one, then a couple more, just basking in soothing glow of love that's covering the air tonight. minutes pass with kisses shared, until it's finally time for the bouquet toss.

minho reluctantly lets you leave his side for the first time since the morning. his eyes follow you as you move to the front of the room, standing a comfortable distance away from the bride. you've never really been interested in this kind of things anyway; you're just doing it for the sake of participation.

everyone else is engrossed in what's about to happen, their eyes fixed on the bride and the peonies in her hands, but minho is only focused on you. you, who's trying to blend in with the group of people and undoubtedly praying that the bouquet doesn't make its way into your hands. you, whom he thinks looks so beautiful, all dolled up for the special occasion. you, who made his heart stutter when you walked into the room in your pretty dress and flashed him a bashful smile. (but who is he kidding? you make his heart want to give out and run away every single morning when he wakes up and sees you peacefully sleeping in his arms.)

just you. always only you.

you, you, you.

you don't hang in the moon in the sky. you are the moon, you are the stars.

minho watches you watch the bride as she counts down from 3, then flings the bouquet up in the air while everyone waits with bated breath. it's a mess of flailing arms from what he can tell, a couple of the bridesmaids practically fighting each other to try and grab the damn thing.

you try to make yourself smaller, to duck lower so that the others could have the honor instead of you. but when the flowers come hurling toward you, you have no choice but to raise your hands and catch it, lest you want to be lobbed in the face with a bouquet of peonies.

some of the people around you sigh frustratedly, but most of the guys around minho suddenly burst into loud cheers. they clap him on the back and shake him by the shoulders but still, he remains transfixed on you and your adorable wide-eyed expression. your parted lips and doe eyes blinking fast as a rosy flush creeps up your skin.

your eyes find him in an instant, and you both just stare at each other for a moment. he reckons that you're trying to gauge his reaction, because the room is now filled with excited squeals of congratulations and half-hearted jokes of how you and minho are going to be the next ones to get hitched.

you look uncertain, still frozen in place with your hands clutching the peonies.

but then he just smiles, and it makes you smile too, your body immediately relaxing as you give him a wave using the bouquet, your shoulders slumping slightly when you release a sigh.

to minho, it doesn't matter whether you caught the flowers or not; neither of you believes in that kind of stuff anyway. it doesn't matter because he's always known that he was going to marry you, that there's no one else he would rather spend the rest of his life with.

it doesn't matter because unbeknownst to you, he's already got a velvet box hidden somewhere in your shared home, with a gorgeous diamond ring inside just waiting for the day it can be put on your finger.

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mediumgayitalian · 4 days

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fic rec friday 10

hi!! welcome to fic rec friday. every week, i pick five fics i have bookmarked and rec them with a little review. check them out!

something borrowed by @rosyredlipstick

In the Solace Wedding Planning agenda, on the fifth page into their summer schedule, there are carefully scrawled out notes reading this: Bride and Groom - Hazel Levesque & Frank Zhang Best Man & Maid of Honor - Percy Jackson & Piper McLean Wedding Court - Annabeth Chase & Jason Grace Mellie & Gleeson Hedge Reyna Ramírez-Arellano & Leo Valdez Ring-bearer - Chuck Hedge Flower-boy - Nico di Angelo - Will plans wedding and now, apparently, Nico stars in one. Except...sometimes there's a bit more confusion on that last part. AKA the AU where Will plans weddings and thinks Hazel and Frank are going to have to cutest, gap-toothed ten year throwing flowers down the aisle, all while wondering why this 'Neeks' guy is always hanging around, and what business he has looking that good.

yes i am back on my rosyredlipstick (dude she's GOOD okay). however this one is my favourite i think. this is the kinda story you could use to explain to people what dramatic irony is bc LORD i wanted to SHAKE THEM 😭😭 will falling like deeply in love with nico and being intensely stressed about everything the whole time is so real and on brand. i love him and i love the fond exasperation that just bleeds from this fic its GREAT

2. Rental Love by @rosyredlipstick

*Read Terms & Conditions - Male/22/Long Island N.Y.C. Tired of showing up stag at holiday events? Want your family to stop thinking there’s something wrong with you? Just want some arm candy for a work event? Look no further. Your solution is here! I will attend holiday events with you as your paid date. Accepting all genders as applicants. Email [email protected] if interested. Interview & application will be set up there. - Nico di Angelo has been telling Hazel Levesque about his boyfriend for weeks. The bad part? Nico doesn’t have a boyfriend, the holidays are coming up, and not all of Jason’s ideas are horrible. They’re all a bit surprised about the last one.

THE LEVEL OF STUPID THAT THEY ARE...😭😭 kills me fr. like this whole fic is just a manifestation of truly one of the best tropes of all time…..like what if we took a hallmark movie and made it gay as all hell. iconique indeed

3. A Match in the Making by @coconutcranberries-blog

“You’re a morning person,” Nico muttered, rubbing his eyes with the heel of his palms. He ran a hand through his black hair, which stuck up in disarray, the same way it did every morning. He was a mess, and Will Solace looked annoyingly put together, and Nico didn’t even care, really, he didn’t.

friendship is the core of romance!! it is!! every time!!! and it's such a core in this fic....which is fucking??? ten years old??? im just realising?? jesus christ??? anyways. "Nico had the sudden, warm feeling that Will Solace had never bought his act." i YELLED

4. Perception by scorchedtrees

In which everyone thinks Nico and Will are together.

i love this trope i love it SO BAD. both ways. when your love is so obvious that no one misses it.....love to see it truly. and will can have one second of beingn smooth and not a dweeby loser. as a treat

5. the world is brighter than the sun now that you're here by @finalizer

It was hard, Nico eventually concluded, to maintain one’s air of spooky otherworldly detachment with a blinding ray of sunshine trailing one step behind him every minute of every day.

grouchy nico my beloved truly. honestly hes such a bitch i love him like "Seriously, give the guy a perm and a few cats and he’d be that weird aunt that everybody avoided around the holiday season." why does he ALWAYS have something vile to say 😭😭 hes a mood fr

thank you for joining me this saturday friday!! happy reading!!

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devildomditzy · 2 years

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How they react when you propose first

Lucifer

Honestly? You thought you could propose first to the incarnation of pride himself?

“Oh no MC, there’ll be none of that, stand up would you?”

Aw cmon don’t look at him like that! You know that HE had to be the one to make you his

You belong to him, silly? Don’t you remember?

But, once he knows you are that serious about him, expect a counter proposal soon after

Would he ever miss a chance to show his brothers what’s rightfully his? Oh i think not

Mammon

Oh hell no no no nope no no

You are NOT taking the opportunity to propose to you away from him

Anytime he sees you start to crouch down to one knee he turns and runs the other way

C’mon Mams I was only trying to tie my shoe 😈

He loves you so so much but he wants to do it himself and he wants to do it right. Can you blame him? He’s the demon of Greed for cryin’ out loud!

Keep in mind the his idea of “right” is big, flashy, and expensive as all hell (but if anyone is worth it, it’s you)

When it really sets into his mind that you love him as much as he love you, and you want it to be binding? (ya know, besides the pact) He’s crying like a little baby

I personally headcannon that weddings and marriages are a “human realm” tradition but goddamn is he excited to have his own and with you

He’s crashed a million of those reception after parties and he’s ready to throw his own dammit!!!

Levi

Oh my god this is just like the season finale of “My Magical Maid Wants to Be My Magical Partner!? (And I Want to Be Theirs!)”

He honestly has to take a minute and ask you if you’re joking? Because he’ll automatically assume that this is just a prank.

There’s no way you want to spend the rest of your life with him… right?

Once he realized that you’re being totally serious, prepare for a sobbing demon throwing himself onto you

He’s just so overcome with emotion, and can you blame him? You’re his player two, you’re the person he can share all his interests with no matter how nerdy, the person that can withstand his envy no matter how jealous, and you’re willing to put up with him forever?

He trying to say yes but he’s not sure if you can understand him through his choked sobs

With the way he’s vigorously hugging you, you think you get the picture :)

Satan

Even if he suspected this was going to happen, it will still take him by surprise

He is so soft for you, he can’t help but shed a few tears

He never thought he’d find somebody who could match his wit so perfectly, who could see the beauty in the world as he did, who could put up with his wrath

He had been planning to propose to you soon, so he’d ask if if still could, while accepting yours in the meantime

He had a book in mind to hollow out and hide the ring in and everything

Through his tears, he asks if you can have cat ring bearers

Asmodeus

Of course you wanna marry the hottest demon in all three realms 🤭

But get this!!! He wanna marry you too 🥺

Reaches into his bag while you’re on your knee and pulls out another ring, also falling on his knee

Seriously MC, did you think the Avatar of Lust didn’t know you were going to propose???

Be prepared to start planning the wedding immediately. This is going to be the biggest event the Devildom has ever seen!!!

You’re the two most beautiful beings to ever exist, of course you belong together 😉

Beel

Oh god you did the thing where you put the ring on his plate?? MC WHY??? WOULD YOU DO THAT???

It’s gone

If he eated it, no he didn’t <3

When he asks why you look horrified, you explain what just happened

“Oh, you mean this?” and he just has it sitting on his tongue??? HOW???

“I pretty much assumed we were already married. You know I’m gonna stay by your side forever.”

He’s so nonchalant???!!

But filled with love 🥰🥰🥰

(How big would that mf ring have to be 😳😳😳)

Belphie

I think he would be the most surprised, you know, because of your history

Are you sure?? Isn’t that ring meant for one of his brothers??

He’ll start to freak out, he’s afraid that you might promise your life to him and he might hurt you again and god you’re so fragile

You’ll have to sit him down and explain that you want this, and that you love him more than anything, and most of all that you trust him

He’ll agree, as long as you agree to keep him in check

He loves you so so much and just wants to be sure that you 100% feel the same

As long as you do, he’ll stay by your side for all eternity

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prideofcelestia · 2 years

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❝ sending the picture to him ❞

[ It reads "When you're waiting for your favourite person and you finally see them" with the picture of a happy cat resting its face against a human's arm. ]

« characters - leviathan, satan, asmodeus, diavolo, solomon »

« gender neutral reader »

« headcanons »

« pairing - romantic »

mam, beel, barb, simeon ver

LEVIATHAN

He undergoes the five stages of blue screening. Ho-How are you making him feel this way?! That's so... moe! See, he likes cats but imagining you clinging to him with an expression of sheer joy on your face makes him malfunction in a good way and he can't get enough of it. That's the feeling he gets when he sees you so knowing that you reciprocate it makes him feel less pathetic.

AND TO BE CALLED YOUR FAVOURITE PERSON?! Father, he could die... DIE RIGHT THIS INSTANT and he wouldn't be envious of a single creature! You make him so happy gaaaaaah!

SATAN

Marriage. Now. He insists on finding the exact cat as shown in the picture to be the ring bearer in the ceremony. What do you mean that paws will fail to hold the ring? He's Satan. He'll find a way. Don't waste time. There's a lot of planning to do.

Casting all jokes aside, he melts when he sees the picture. The relaxed happiness on the cat's face cheers him up and the message at the top feels like the touch of soft paws on his face. Divine and comforting.

He's coming to your room in his cat pajamas. You better be wearing your cat ears and be prepared to cuddle the night away with your favourite demon!

ASMODEUS

Of course he's your favourite ♡. Silly, you're way cuter than the cat. Come and show your bright face to your favourite, most beautiful demon hehe. You just earned a lifetime of kisses from Asmodeus! Yes, you already had this deal but now he'll remember to be even sweeter when showing affection! He's returning the appreciation you just attacked him with.

He prints out this chat and keeps the framed picture beside his bedside. It not only reminds him of his place in your life but also makes his brothers pout and huff every time they visit his bedroom. Let the world know who rules your heart ♡

DIAVOLO

Ah! Is he truly your favourite? That makes him incredibly happy. Now he feels restless in your absence. You can't send a message like that and expect him to continue with his day as usual. That's not how he works. Surely, you understand.

He wants you to come to the palace at once with your luggage. Will you really refuse to spend time with your favourite? That makes him sad. Yes, he's blackmailing you a little...

Since he vowed to always be honest with you, he confesses that he's missing you all of sudden. He wants to see you just as the brothers get to see you daily. Won't you fulfil his wish...?

SOLOMON

Awww! Is he allowed to say how adorable his apprentice is? He doesn't care because that's exactly what he'll do. You're the most precious human he has had the honour to meet. Seeing the cat picture made his day. To be told that he's your favourite person? Why, he's charmed.

You should sneak out of H.O.L instantly. His hand may or may not have slipped and now Lucifer has the screenshot of the chat where you send him that picture. Nobody will be surprised if an angry Avatar of Pride forbids you from meeting the shady sorcerer. Haha, as if that can stop him from helping you see your favourite person (teasing)!

#obey me #obey me x reader #gender neutral reader #obey me x mc #gender neutral mc #obey me!#obey me headcanons #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me solomon #obey me diavolo #x mc #x reader #obey me fluff #shion script

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unkownbee · 4 months

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Eliza: Stop doing that.

Alexander: Stop doing what?

Eliza: Saying things that make me wanna kiss the hell out of you.

Eliza: Can you name a single city in Oklahoma?

Alexander: Oklahoma City, bitch!

('Tis a joke. Ham would never swear at his lovely wife)

Alexander: Where did you get that tomato soup?

Eliza: It’s actually a bowl of ketchup I just microwaved.

(When Eliza's too tired to put effort into cooking actual food)

Alexander: So you like cats?

Eliza: Yeah.

Alexander: Tries to impress her by slowly pushing a glass off the table.

Alexander: You got a date yet Eliza?

Eliza: No.

Alexander: Well you do now! Get your ass up and hold my hand!

Eliza: You’d be stupid to lay a hand on me.

Alexander: Oh, you’d be surprised how much stupid shit I do.

(She's mad at him because he swore in front of baby Philip and Angie)

Alexander: Thought I was meowing back at my cat for the past hour, but it was just me and Eliza meowing at each other from different rooms in the house.

(I don't know if they would actually do this, but I like to believe they would <3)

Alexander: Snow got me feeling some type of way.

Eliza: That's hypothermia.

Alexander: Damn, the paramedics told me it was the magic of Christmas.

(Eliza is very much concerned and trying to get him to go inside and sit in front of the fire)

Eliza: The first time I saw you, you stole my heart.

Alexander: But I'm a kleptomaniac, so that doesn't mean anything.

(Oh, it means everything <3)

Eliza: Let’s watch Sharkboy and Lavagirl.

Alexander: Okay.

Eliza: And make out during the scary parts.

Alexander: Th-

Alexander: The scary parts.

Alexander: Of Sharkboy and Lavagirl.

(Yes, Alexander. She didn't stutter. The scary parts. Of Sharkboy and Lavagirl)

Alexander: I’m so tired.

Eliza: Did you get to bed late?

Alexander: No.

Eliza: Did you do something strenuous?

Alexander: No.

Eliza: Then why are you tired?

Alexander: I’m alive.

Eliza: Sounds exhausting.

(Eliza is right. Being alive is super exhausting 😔)

Alexander: Can I have 2 straws with that milkshake?

Eliza: Aww-

Alexander: With 2 straws, I can drink it double as fast!

(No, because he would definitely do this. You can't prove otherwise)

Alexander: I don't know how to tell you this, but... I love you.

Eliza: That's great, Alexander. Especially considering the fact we've been married for 10 years and have 4 children.

(Ham just got back from drinking with his friends. He's drunk 😁)

Alexander, trying to flirt: So, you come around here often?

Eliza, confused: I mean, this is our house, so yeah.

Eliza: Alex, could we go shopping? All the snacks are gone.

Alexander: I AM LITERALLY RIGHT HERE?!

Alexander comes home absolutely drunk, undresses, and stands in Eliza’s bedroom.

Eliza: Babe, are you.. coming to bed?

Alexander: No thank you, I’m sure you’re lovely but I have a girlfriend.

Alexander: Lies on the ground and falls asleep.

Eliza: ...

Eliza: We're literally married, though???

(Again, Ham is drunk 😁👍)

Eliza: Do you want to explain the text you sent me last night?

Alexander: It was autocorrect.

Eliza: Autocorrect wrote "You're so hot. Please step on me"?

Alexander: Yes.

(Yeah, that happens sometimes. Totally 👍)

Eliza: Alexander, can I speak to you for a minute? In private.

Alexander: Ooh, someone's in trouble. It's me. I don't know why I did that.

(Again, Ham swore in front of the kids)

Eliza: I want to wake up with you every day for the rest of our lives.

Alexander: I wake up at 4:30 AM every day.

Eliza: I want to see you at some point every day for the rest of our lives.

(And that's on those rare occasions that he actually does sleep)

Eliza: Okay, I’m going to get the wedding cake.

Alexander: Perfect, while you do that I’ll check on the ring bear.

Eliza: ...

Eliza: You mean ring bearER, right?

Alexander: ...

Eliza: Look me in the eyes and tell me you are not going to bring a dangerous wild animal to our wedding.

(He totally is. As he should 😌✨)

Eliza: And have you learnt anything this Christmas, Alexander?

Alexander: …Not really.

Eliza: Nothing?

Alexander: Tell you one thing I have learnt—Christmas; ultimately, commercial holiday. Who's the real winner at Christmas? Amazon. they have drones now! Tiny little dystopian slaves delivering iPads and headphones. I ordered a toaster; It was on the doorstep five hours later! Do we need that? It was 4.99! For a toaster! I mean, someone's being exploited there.

(And that, kids, is the true meaning of Christmas. Exploiting people into buying stuff that they don't really need under the guise of it being worth it. That also fits for Black Friday, actually-)

Alexander: Alright, so the vampire's gravestone is—

Eliza: Cenotaph.

Alexander: What?

Eliza: It's only a gravestone if it marks the location of a body. A monument honouring someone whose body isn't present is a cenotaph.

Alexander: I'm... not sure that's how it works if the body gets up and walks away on its own.

Eliza: There's a precedent for gravestones being reclassified as cenotaphs if the body is later removed and reinterred elsewhere. There's no rule that says the body itself can't do the removing.

Alexander: Okay, but the body is very much coming back. That's kind of what we're here to accomplish.

Eliza: So it's a temporary cenotaph.

Alexander: And naturally our greatest concern here is avoiding semantic ambiguity.

Eliza: Semantic ambiguity is how vampires get you.

(I just thought this one was silly. I liked it)

Alexander: My future partner must be brave, strong, intelligent, successful and organized.

Eliza: Steps on a caterpillar and proceeds to drop to her knees and sob while apologizing profusely.

Alexander: That one. I want that one.

Eliza: I still have no idea how I’m attracted to you...

Alexander: Yeah, well, you’re stuck with me, and no take backs, honey.

#hamilton #hamiltrash #hamilton incorrect quotes #hamilton the musical #incorrect quotes #alexander hamilton #eliza schuyler #eliza hamilton #elizabeth hamilton #elizabeth schuyler #hamliza #hamilton x eliza #hamliza incorrect quotes #i was gonna add more but then i realized just how many I've already added #looks like this is gonna be a two-parter #probably more than 2 parts

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studentinpursuitofclouds · 3 months

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Hello~

I recently got the fairy doe fox ring in RSV, and I was wondering how the SVE mages would react to the Farmer suddenly having a ghost fox following them around? Like, they notice it literally phasing through walls as it follows the Farmer around. Plus, I imagine since it comes from a powerful spirit, they'd be extremely interested in what the Farmer's explanation is.

Hello hello, good to see you again! Come in, have a seat while I prepare another batch of headcanons. Aaaaaaaand.... Done! Thank you for the ask. Enjoy 😊💕

Camilla:

Oh, Camilla will definitely start hanging around the Farmer like a sly cat trying to snatch something tasty from the table. If she's interested in something, she'll definitely quench her thirst for curiosity. Especially since Farmer's artifact has a very powerful aura, and the ghost of a fox to top it off. If Farmer tells the truth about how exactly they got this ring, Camilla won't even twitch an eyebrow at the mention of the Cult. Yes, dear, she knows the Cult exists, and even if she doesn't agree with their methods, as long as the mages and members of the Cult remain neutral, it's all fine, Camilla herself even respects Belinda and Rae. If Farmer starts twiddling their nose and won't tell her how they got the ring, then good luck to them. Because Camilla will still get her way and find out where such a powerful artifact came from. Oh, and the fox is really cute. Such a good pet, hee-hee!

Magnus Rasmodius:

Magnus would probably admire the way his unofficial apprentice had accomplished so much on their own and found artifacts, if it weren't for the fact that Farmer is like a toddler with a grenade with such powerful things. And no, don't look at him so harshly, Farmer, he knows what he's talking about. A Fox ring, from which strong forest magic is learnt, plus that they got them from the base of the very Cult, which is as if officially considered forbidden in the magical world (they have an unspoken neutrality, but it does not cancel the fact that members of the Cult of the Lady with the Red Tail are dangerous). And here the Farmer shows up to him looking proud and showing off a ring... Do they want Magnus to have a heart attack, huh? Well, yes, he's very interested in the origin of the ring and the fox spirit, but Magnus puts his own safety and the safety of those around him first. So whether the Farmer tells Magnus where they got the ring or not, the old wizard is going to grab them by the ear either way and take them to the tower to sort it out there.

Jadu:

Due to his young age and boundless curiosity, Jadu would not be as obsessed with safety techniques with such things as his older counterpart, Magnus. Sure, he'd be a little disturbed by the fact that both the ring and the Farmer themself were indirectly connected to the 'Cult', but many respectable adventurers and wizards trust a young adventurer from the Stardew Valley. Especially since there is always risk in their work, and there is a semblance of neutrality with the Cult right now. So the intrigued Jadu will flood the Farmer with a lot of questions, and he himself will tell a lot of interesting things about similar artifacts and how they work. What exactly does this fox spirit do? Can it heal the ring bearer? Become a magical shield? Or summon even more spirit? Interesting! So, if the Farmer doesn't mind, the young mage would very much like to study this wondrous thing.

Lance:

Lance is even more confident than Jadu, for he already knows perfectly well how to behave in the presence of such powerful things. Of course, a slice of caution should always be there, but the gallant adventurer already knows this type of rings, something similar he has seen before. He is no less curious as Camilla, but unlike the aforementioned witch, will not insist on to know where Farmer got this ring, though he would appreciate the story. Lance believes the Farmer knows how to handle such things (a test with an unfamiliar staff to back up his words) and believes in their good intentions in using the ring. However, he would still advise Farmer to be careful with the Cult members, as their reputation leaves much to be desired. The pink-haired man is also amused by the fact that the fox spirit has taken a keen interest in his person. Very interesting, indeed.

#thanks for the ask!#SVE #stardew valley expanded #sve camilla #sve jadu #sve magnus #sdv wizard #sve lance #SVE headcanon

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expired-applejuice · 1 year

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Incorrect quotes part 4

Javert: hold the fuck up!

Les Amis: *hugs Grantaire aka their fuck up*

Valjean: *shatters a window and climbs through it*

Valjean: *turns around and helps Cosette through it* Breaking and entering is wrong Cosette.

Cosette: Okay.

Combeferre, trying to get Enjolras out of bed: Don't make me get the water bucket.

Enjolras: You wouldn't.

Courfeyrac: *walking past dripping wet* Yes, he would.

Montparnasse: What if fairies were real?

Jehan: What?

Montparnasse: Faries. What if they were actually real?

Jehan: W-wait...faries aren't r-real?

Montparnasse: Of course they're not-

Jehan: "tearing up*

Montparnasse: HAHAHA TRICKED YOU FARIES ARE REAL JUST KIDDING! Please don't cry I love you

Bossuet: You know, I'm starting to regret showing you how that blender works.

Grantaire, drinking toast: Why do you say that?

Courfeyrac: ooh can I have some?

Bossuet: COURFEYRAC DID YOU EAT THE COOKIES I MADE

Courfeyrac: there was cookies?!

Bossuet: yes. And you ate them

Courfeyrac: no I didn't

Bossuet: then where are they?

Joly, walking in: *mouth full* these are some good cookies

Bahorel: I'm going to bed.

Feuilly: It's noon.

Bahorel: Time isn't real.

Enjolras: Grantaire, you risked your life to save me!

Grantaire: And I'd do it again! And perhaps a third time! But that would be it. <3

Javert: Alright. Time for a new team-building exercise. We're going to put everything we love into this box.

Montparnasse: Can I put Jehan in the box?

Javert: No.

Courfeyrac: Can I put Jehan in the box?

Javert. No.

Grantaire: Can I-

Javert: No one can put Jehan in the box!!

Enjolras: This is a terrible team-building exercise!

Grantaire: So, you like cats?

Enjolras: Yeah, I do. They're cute.

Grantaire: *slowly pushes a glass of the counter*

Enjolras: Combeferre, I told you to take out the trash.

Combeferre: Oh, right! Sorry!

Combeferre: Courfeyrac, will you go on a date with me?

Courfeyrac:

Combeferre: Okay, I'm going to get the wedding cake.

Courfeyrac: Perfect, while you do that I'll check on the ring bear.

Combeferre: ...

Combeferre: You mean ring bearER, right?

Courfeyrac: ...

Combeferre: Look me in the eyes and tell me you are not going to bring a dangerous wild animal to our wedding.

Musichetta: Isn't it amazing what friends learn from one another?

Joly: I learn a lot from Grantaire because he makes so many mistakes.

Grantaire: Why were you up yesterday until 3am?

Bahorel: How did you know I was up until 3am?

Feuilly: everyone could hear you clapping to the FRIENDS theme song every 25 minutes.

Grantaire: Whoa, you're being a little-

Combeferre, who hasn't slept in 4 days because he was studying: Truculent? Obstreperous? Recalcitrant?

Grantaire: I was gonna say "cray-cray".

Courfeyrac: You know you've made it when you see your picture up everywhere you go.

Enjolras: Courfeyrac... Those are our wanted posters.

Grantaire: The Ocean is a soup.

Combeferre:

Combeferre: Do elaborate.

Grantaire: What are needed for something to be a soup?

Combeferre: Erm... Water, salt, some form of vegetation, and personally I prefer some meat in mine.

Grantaire: *Tilts head*

Combeferre: The Ocean is a Soup.

Grantaire: The Ocean is a Soup.

Bossuet: Okay, it's obvious that you're not over this whole "Grantaire, you are incapable of believing, of thinking, of willing, of living, and of dying" thing, yet.

Grantaire: What makes you say that?

Joly: We found you in the park throwing rocks at children.

Grantaire: WHY SHOULD THEY BE HAPPY?!?

Musichetta: How did you break your leg?

Eponine: Do you see those porch stairs?

Musichetta: Yes.

Eponine: I didn't.

Grantaire: Hey Apollo? If my apartment burned down would you let me stay with you?

Enjolras: Yes of course I would!

Enjolras: Wait... Grantaire?

Enjolras: Grantaire come back!!!

Bahorel: We both look very handsome tonight.

Feuilly: You know you could have just said looked good and I would have said "So do you?"

Bahorel: ... I couldn't take that chance.

Courfeyrac: What's the word for when your hands are bisexual?

Combeferre: Do you mean ambidextrous?

Courfeyrac: I'm in love with you.

Valjean: so I have this rock, it's very beautiful. Javert gave it to me.

Fantine: I watched him throw it at you

Valjean: he's very sweet.

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Chapter 12: I Do (My Worst Enemy is a Cat) END

Final chapter.

Human by day. Cat by night. That’s how Scaramouche lived until you came back into his life.

Scaramouche/You

Notes: Cross-posted on Ao3.

The chapter index for this story is at the end of chapter one.

Chapter warnings: Sexual content/smut. If you aren't a fan of that, skip to the "..." when you sense it coming.

The second time you see Scaramouche cry is at the wedding. As soon as he sees you in a beautiful classic wedding dress, he takes a breath, desperately trying to keep his emotions at bay. But the closer you got, the more difficult it became.

Finally, when you take his hand and step in front of him, Scaramouche has to look up to stop the tears. He takes another breath. But, as he looks at you again, he smiles, and the tears begin to fall. You're everything to him. The sun. The moon. The stars. He can't imagine a life without you; now, he never has to.

As soon as you see him cry, your emotions overwhelm you so much that Scaramouche has to gently wipes away a few of your own tears. He wraps his arms around you, and you hear cheers from your family and close friends in the crowd. Then, he whispers, "You look beautiful, my love." You're supposed to be used to his nicknames, but this one just moves the tears on.

You aren't fully prepared for what's to come when it comes time to exchange wedding vows. You're expecting him to take out a piece of paper, but instead, he takes your hands in his and looks you in the eyes.

"We started with a punch that left me speechless in more ways than one. I was curious, curious about this girl who soon haunted my thoughts. You became a friend, someone who made me smile, even in our childish fights. Our time apart made me realize what I lost… what could've been if only I had the courage.

"So, when you came back into my life, I knew I couldn't let you go… not if there was even a slight chance that I could make up for the lost time. A chance to prove how much I love you as a friend and a man worthy of standing by your side through good and bad times.

"...You're my everything. My best friend. My confidant. My other half." You had to wipe away a few tears at this point. "I love you and always will for the rest of my life."

It takes you a brief moment to gather yourself. But, after taking a small breath, you slightly smile at him.

"Our first meeting was unlike a romance from a movie or fairytale. But, I wouldn't change it for the world. We never said we were friends back then… but you made me feel happy and loved. It wasn't until our time apart that I realized how much you meant to me. You pushed me to be better and accepted my shortcomings.

“You came back into my life like a male protagonist of a romance novel, which makes me think… perhaps there is something like soulmates. You’re the reason I believe in fairytales. Thank you for accepting me for all that I am. Thank you for supporting and loving me unconditionally. I know I haven’t made it easy.

"You're my best friend. My anchor. My one true love. I love you and will always for the rest of my life."

You find it funny that you have the same endings when you never discussed your vows with each other beforehand. Scaramouche touches your cheek, and you resist the urge to kiss him.

When it comes time to exchange wedding rings, Duke, your ring-bearer, walks down the aisle in all his fluffy cuteness. He is the star of the show, and you can't help but smile as he stops in front of you and Scaramouche and stares at you with wide, innocent eyes.

After Scaramouche slips a gorgeous diamond ring onto your finger and the words are said, he pulls you in for a breathtaking kiss that makes you lose all sense of thought. Then, he picks you up, slowly spins you around to loud cheers, and claps as the sun sets over the horizon.

Instead of throwing a bouquet, you toss a cat plushie where whoever catches it is chosen to adopt a cat from the local shelter if they can. When your sister is the one who catches it, you almost laugh as she has been vocal over the past few months about getting a cat.

“Is this a sign?” she asks.

“Probably,” you say.

Then, Childe walks up to her and says, "Better start thinking of names now."

You and Scaramouche glance at each other. “You two know each other?” you ask.

“Not well… we just met,” Lumine says.

"Well, if you want to be more specific, we met an hour ago when we were grabbing drinks," Childe says. You narrow your eyes at your friend, who smiles. "I like to be liked by many." When the music starts to play, Childe instantly looks at Lumine and holds out his hand. "Would you like to dance?"

You swear you see a faint blush on your sister’s cheeks. She glances at you, and you gesture for her to take Childe’s hand. So, she does. As Childe leads her away, you shake your head. “Life’s full of surprises.”

Scaramouche holds out his hand to you. "May I have this dance?" You take it, and he instantly pulls you in for a kiss. But, before you can deepen it, he pulls back, and you pout. Then, his low voice comes beside your ear. "There's many more where that came from."

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Within the same week of your wedding, you and Scaramouche jetted to the Maldives for your long-awaited honeymoon. Day after day, you enjoy scuba diving, breathtaking views, long beach walks and eating great food. But what really stands out is Scaramouche has stayed human the entire time.

Finally, Scaramouche takes you on a sunset cruise where you're enjoying a gorgeous view of one of the most incredible views of the sunset you've ever seen. He's hugging you from behind, and you lean into him as he kisses your head.

"You know, I miss the cat you."

“Because I was too cute?”

“I mean… Duke is cuter, but hey, we can’t all be winners.” You smile when Scaramouche gives you a deadpan look. “It is cheesy to say that I don’t think I’ve ever been this happy?”

He chuckles. “That means I’m doing my job.” You hold his hands tightly. Then, his breath fans against your ear as he says, “But… I want to make you even happier.”

Your back hits against the bed's silk sheets in your resort room that night. Scaramouche is on top of you. His body moulds against yours as your tongues dance together but ends with him wrangling yours into submission. His hands snake under your blouse, leaving a hot trail in his wake. Soon enough, you're lying naked underneath him, and his clothes join yours in the messy pile on the floor.

He kneels before you, his heated gaze travelling down your body. Your cheeks are flushed as you watch him dip his head between your legs. You gasp when you feel his tongue delve into your velvet folds. He starts off slow, relishing in the breathy moans he draws from you. His hands grab your hips, lifts them slightly, and plunge his tongue deeper into your sex. You taste delicious, and he needs more.

"Oh. Oh, God." Your hands grip the bedsheets so tightly that your knuckles turn white. You bend your knees and subconsciously spread your legs wider. Then, slowly, you start slowly rocking your hips as Scaramouche's tongue curls inside, drawing out a prolonged moan.

Suddenly, you feel empty and whine softly as you watch him lick his lips with a slight smirk. He's above you once again. His hand is beside your head, and the other tantalizes your sex. He slides two fingers inside and moves them in a scissor-like pattern, and he feels your insides move with him.

His lips play with yours, and you taste yourself on his tongue. “What do you want, love?”

“...You,” you say breathlessly.

With one last gentle bite of your bottom lip, he says, “I’d like to see you beg, but I need you. Now.”

As you feel him press against your clit, you grip his shoulders in anticipation. When he finally slides inside of you, you groan, and your toes curl inwards. Scaramouche rests a hand on the headboard and slowly pushes himself deeper, allowing you to adjust to the stretch. Your legs wrap around his hips, and you roll yours up once. He takes that as a sign. Soon, he's rocking his hips into you.

The bed shifts with every movement. Your pace matches his, and your nails dig into his skin as he goes faster and harder. Soon, the room echoes with the rhythmic thumping of the headboard and moans and grunts as Scaramouche plows into your body. You're relishing in the pleasure of every roll of his hips. Then, he grabs one of your legs and hikes it higher.

The fierce tremors of pleasure that overtake your body have you seeing stars. His mouth finds yours in a heated kiss. Your tongues engage in yet another dance where they never leave each other. Every breath he allows you to take is a gasp or moan that spurs him on. Your hands are on his back, squeezing him tight as your body spasms uncontrollably with each slam into your body until…

Scaramouche breaks the kiss as if he knows, and you scream from your release. He grunts, and his hands find and grip your hips so tight you know it'll leave a bruise. Suddenly, he pulls out and dirties the sheets with his release. Your mind is still in a haze, but you still say, "...You could've asked."

A smirk tugs at his lips. "I don't think you were in the right mind to make a logical decision on that, princess."

Good point. Both of you are panting in unison as you stare at each other. Then, you pull him back on top of you. "...Well, I am now."

Your hand runs down his body just as his low voice comes near your ear, "What do you want, love?"

"...I want more."

You feel him slightly harden against you as he kisses your lips. “...Who am I to refuse such a request?”

And, that night, he fulfills you again… and again.

…

Childe steps out of the shower and feels a sudden adrenaline rush. He clutches his heart as he hears one loud heartbeat in his ears. His body feels like it's on fire, and he grabs the sink to steady himself. What's going on? Is it a heart attack? His heart is beating faster and faster until another loud beat sounds in his ears, and he doubles over in pain.

Then, everything turns black.

When Childe comes to, he rolls over. Why does everything seem strangely bigger? Is he dead? He slowly gets to his feet but finds that something is off. Very off. He takes a step forward and another and another. Then, he runs to the nearest mirror and sees not himself but an orange cat staring back at him.

What. Just. Happened.

End Notes:

Aaaand the cycle starts again... XD. This story started as a 'haha, what-if' idea, and I gradually fell in love with it. Thank you to everyone who made it to the end. I really enjoyed reading the comments. It was super motivating to see many people loving the story as much as I enjoyed writing it.

I'm still not over you and Scaramouche, honestly. XD I think it'll take me a good minute to move on from this, but I already have another idea brewing in the works. As a teaser, it is an Alhaitham story. If you want me to add you to the Tag List, let me know.

But, uh, gotta give some love to Xiao first. T_T.

Hopefully, I'll see some of y'all in another story. But whether I do or not, stay safe and take care~

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#genshin scaramouche #genshin impact fanfic #genshin fanfiction #genshin impact #genshin fanfic #scaramouche x you #scaramouche x reader #scaramouche x y/n #scaramouche #scaramouche x female reader #scara x reader #scaramouche fluff #scaramouche smut

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Every Time a Bell Rings

Cult of the Lamb Ficlet

(I’ve never played Cult of the Lamb. Mostly just got inspired by @ aveloka-draws and @ bamsara then briefly lost control of my life and wrote several fanfictions, as you do)

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It had been a long night serving at the drinkhouse for the yellow-furred cat follower (of varying name). He is behind on getting everything cleaned and shut down for the day.

Then the Lamb happens to walk by, yawns, and picks up a mop. Their favorite, eldritch mop.

The yellow cat says, “Leader, it’s fine, really, I can handle this on my own.”

“And yet, you have my help.” The Lamb smiles.

If the yellow cat has learned anything about his leader, it’s that they’re not the kind to delegate. If they see something that needs doing, they just do it. No matter how dirty. This is starkly contrast to every other crown bearer he’s ever heard of.

The bell around the Lamb’s neck rings with each push of their mop.

“Leader, I hope you don’t mind my asking, but why are you always wearing that bell?” The yellow cat asks.

“Huh? Oh, I’m sorry, it’s not annoying, is it? I suppose I could change into another fleece…” Lamb says.

Yellow cat says, “No, no! Not at all. Actually, it's nice to hear you’re near, makes me feel safe. It’s just, I mean, a lot of us have been wondering why you wear it? Isn’t it annoying for you?”

“Oh, baahaahaa! Yeah, I guess it’s not a very ‘fashionable’ accessory, is it?” The Lamb laughs.

Somehow the thought people would question the bell has never crossed the sheep's mind. They goes back to mopping, their brow furrowing slightly.

“Um, so when I was very young, I used to crawl all over the place. You know how babies do that. And, my parents were afraid I’d wander too far and, uh… attract the Bishops to our hidden refuge. So they put the bell on me. So they’d always know where I was. Even when I got old enough to not need it, when I understood… it just kind of felt wrong if a bell doesn’t ring with every step, you know? I was so used to it.” They say.

The cult leader has been absentmindedly moping and mopping the same patch of floor well past the point of spotless.

The Lamb holds the base of the bell and rings it in their hand. Its tinkling sound rings clearly. “I find it calming.”

Yellow Cat sees that several other faint children’s names had been crudely engraved into the base of that old, dinged up bell, then scratched out. Each name’s marks are increasingly worn down and filled with tarnish. The last name has had every letter except L-A-M-B scratched off, in their place are marks fresh enough to still expose raw shiny brass beneath the layers of patina.

SHEPHERD RAMSES BOPEEP COSSETTE LAMBERT

The feline follower’s expression had been steadily falling through the whole story. “Oh, right. Of course… I’m sorry I asked, Leader.”

The Lamb puts on a half smile and coquettishly tilts their head to the side. “Don’t worry about it. Also, the collar keeps my head from falling off.”

"Huh?"

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One day, many days later, Leshy and that same yellow furred cat he hangs around barge into the Lamb’s office.

The yellow cat stutters, face turning more red than yellow. “Hey, Leader, so… um…”

Leshy cuts off yellow cat, “I have utilized this lowly cat’s perfect genes to mother a demigod heir to rival your tyranny, foul Lamb.”

Leshy holds up an egg. It is the cult’s first birth.

The Lamb stares, at a loss for words, “What?… an *egg*? I thought you’re both male? Didn’t you just… HOW?”

“Do not underestimate the power of my clitellum, small-minded mammal!” Says the green earthworm.

The yellow cat mumbles, traumatized, “I didn’t even realize we were having sex that way, worms are so weird…”

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The egg is about to hatch. Yellow Cat, Leshy, Lamb, Shamura, Kallamar, Narinder, and Heket have gathered around to watch.

Kallamar delivers the baby and, despite being a potent source of slime himself, he recoils at the albumin and viscera.

Yellow Cat and Lamb are the only one’s to greet the new life with smiles, everyone else grimaces at the hideous abomination of nature. Except for Leshy and Shamura, who have no idea what’s happening.

Leshy asks, “Well? Is it mighty? DOES IT HAVE MY TEETH?”

Kallamar wrinkles his lack of a nose, “It’s… uh, I mean, I guess it is healthy, but…”

Narinder says, “It’s an ‘it’, alright. Aym and Baal were much cuter kits.”

“SACRILEGIOUS BEAST, GIVE ME THE RED CROWN, SO I MAY SEE MY CHILD THROUGH IT!” The horned worm leaps at the Lamb, trying to wrestle the Red Crown away from them.

“NEVER! IT’S MINE! MY PRECIOUS!” The woolly God of Death roars as they push the ex-god off them. Narinder rolls his eyes.

Yellow cat says, nervously, “They’re… I mean, I love them, and they’re a perfect ball of joy… but…”

“WON’T SOMEONE TELL ME HOW OUR CHILD LOOKS?!” Leshy cries.

“… ugly…” Heket croaks.

Leshy falls to his knees, “NOOOOOOO!”

Yellow cat turns to the Lamb and gently hands the baby to them.

“Leader, we talked it over, and we thought it’d be best if you name it.” Yellow cat says.

The Lamb smiles, “I’d be honored to-”

“Wait, no, what were you thinking, cat? GET AWAY FROM MY DEMIGOD, GOD-MURDERER! Shamura, you shall name it!” Leshy commands.

The ex-chaos bishop rips the infant away from the Lamb and thrusts it into Shamura’s arms, who is about as surprised as everyone else.

The concussed spider looks down at their new niece/nephew, cradling it in two of their arms while gently wrapping it in a silk swaddle with another two. Tiny malformed fingers wrap around a thin chitinous thumb.

Shamura mumbles, “Hmm… Yes. I see you, lowliest worm, just begun. Becoming our moon, yet you reached for the sun. One becomes zero becomes two. You are named ‘Metztli’, aren’t you? She has your eyes, Leshy. And my thumb.”

The yellow cat smiles, “‘Metztli’, what a beautiful name. Leshy, your eye looked like that? They’re so pretty!”

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Several days later, after returning from an impromptu crusade, Lamb knocks on Leshy and the yellow cat’s door. They are greeted by the cat.

The Lamb says, “Hello! I have a gift for Meztli… uh, Metzi? Mets-klee-”

“Metztli?” The cat corrects.

Lamb nods, “Yes, that. I can speak in tongues, how do you do that?”

The Lamb gives the yellow cat a small box. The feline follower opens it to find a single fine golden bell on a soft ribbon necklace. It is expertly engraved with the name Metztli.

Lamb says, their own bell jingling, “I’ve been worrying about her… I just wanted to keep her safe.”

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#cult of the lamb #writing #fanfic #leshycat #cotl leshy #that’s why followers born in the cult all have bell pendants.#its pronounced mets-tl-i #it’s all about the mets #(tli)

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tokkias · 1 year

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Nalu wedding head cannons????? Please I love you 🥺

haha oops. i did very publicly say i would posts some but they've just been sat in my drafts for like a month sorry lol. but i hope u enjoy and i hope you're looking forward to the eventual fic this gets turned into

natsu couldn’t care less where or how they get married, they could do it in a barn for all he cares, and honestly so would lucy, but she’s been dreaming about her wedding day for yeaaarrrs and she’s not about to give up on that dream

lucy’s bridal party is levy (moh), erza, and wendy & natsu’s groomsmen/women/cat are happy (best man? cat?), gray, and lisanna

natsu considered asking erza to be one of his groomsmen but she assigned himself as one of the bridesmaids before he even got the chance to ask

not that lucy is that mad; she was also thinking about it and erza is an excellent planner and she wants that on her side

unfortunately for happy and lisanna, that means that they’re in charge of making sure natsu and gray don’t kill each other

gray sees natsu like a beloved brother and he wants to support him on his big day, but god he’s a fucking idiot and he has to let him know

lisanna threatens to sic erza on them if they get up to no good, but honestly on that day they’re both more afraid of lucy because she will kill them if either of them fuck up the wedding

natsu has so much pent up excess energy the WHOLE morning leading up to the ceremony and he can’t exactly fight anyone on his wedding day, so he literally goes for a jog around magnolia in his suit, and then spends the rest of the morning arm wrestling with gray

all of the bridesmaids absolutely sob hysterically when they see lucy in her dress for the first time since she

they’re all blissfully unaware that gray lost his pants two hours ago and the groomsmen still haven’t found them

everyone is required to show up sober and stay sober through the ceremony, but it definitely does not stay that way

both of them are agonising over their vows, but for different reasons

natsu knows that he is never going to compare to lucy when it comes to putting his thoughts into words, and he doesn’t quite have the words to describe just how much she means to him, but he doesn’t want to look like an idiot in front of her and the rest of the guild

lucy on the other hand, knows everyone has really high expectations for her and she doesn’t want to let everyone down with lame, boring vows

natsu memorises his vows so he can look in lucy’s eyes while he says them

she gets all weepy and teary eyed that she’s sobbing through her vows

she gently scolds him for making her cry before she got to hers

forehead touch vows, yes? yes.

PLUE IS THE RING BEARER AND HE DROPS THE RINGS AND GETS ALL EMBARRASSED BUT EVERYONE ELSE THINKS IT’S SO CUTE

makarov officiates the wedding obviously

he gives a really heartfelt speech about the days he first met the both of them and how he's watched natsu (and lucy too, to an extent) grow up into the people they are today

he definitely jokes about how lucy has made natsu a much more tolerable person, followed by murmurs of agreement throughout the room (particularly from gray) and how he's matured so much over the course of their friendship/relationship

then finally he turns to lucy and is like. "now are you sure about this? he's a fucking moron, you know that right?" which natsu is not happy about but it at least makes lucy laugh

they kiss, everyone cheers and they all go get bonkers drunk at the reception

#mya's mumbles #nalu #headcanons

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Fantasy's Wings

Dusk descended gracefully upon the beautiful glittering spires of Tizca. Small lanterns, crafted by the younger children in anticipation for the celebration, hung all around the city. It was the beginning of the celebrations to ring in the new year, and tonight was the Night of Wishes, a time where children would make lanterns, make a wish, and let them fly off into the night. Some had already been lit, flying into the pale orange sky as it faded to a deeper blue, while others waited until the first stars appeared. They were all colorful, adorned with all manner of decorations from abstract patterns of colors to depictions of mythical beasts and animals.

Zikar-Sin strode around the city without much care or purpose. His day's work had been completed, and he had wanted to see the bounds of his home again. The quiet hum of everyday life around him was a breath of fresh air compared to the constant drum of war. He had only been away for approximately a decade, but he was more than happy to return. He was awaiting his placement to one of his cousin Legions for his secondment.

He had selected three of them, based on a few of the interactions he had with their warriors; the White Scars, the Iron Warriors, and the Word Bearers. He almost selected the Blood Angels, but one of his close friends -- an initiate into the Order of Ruin named Imentet -- was already selected to join them. So he chose the Word Bearers, in part because he wanted to meet the newly recovered primarch. Lorgar had been discovered and given reign over his Legion only about five years prior, and Zikar-Sin found the change from Iconoclasts to the Bearers of the Word... interesting. Not that he knew the Legion much before the coming of their primarch, just that they seemed to transform themselves into something... different. New to the Legions.

New wasn't always bad. So he wanted to learn more about it.

As the Astartes walked, he let his mind unwind a little. He rose into the lower Ennumerations with some concentration, allowing him to see the City of Light in all its splendor. Presently he stood on the edge of central Tizca, the mountains flanking him as he watched the waning dusk. Stars began to peek out of the dimming sky, which meant that it was almost time for the other lanterns to be lit and released. Zikar-Sin remembered when he first took part in the tradition; he had just been selected as an initiate into the Legion itself, and he had created one infused with his hopes to be the greatest warrior the galaxy had ever seen.

How naive he once was, he thought to himself.

You're still naive, he knew his brothers would tell him. Just a different kind of it.

He shrugged off the assumed words of his close kindred and started his walk back into the city proper. Families were gathering with their little ones, carefully taking the lanterns and preparing to send them off on their final flights.

As he walked, he kept his mind open, sensing the temperaments of those he strolled past. One child was wishing for another cat in addition to the five they already had, much to the chagrin of their older sibling who happened to be allergic. Could that be altered by the Pavoni? Zikar-Sin would have to ask later. As the child lit the lantern with the help of their sibling and parents, Zikar-Sin felt the dulled mind and presence of a stray a few streets over. With some gentle aetheric nudging, he led the animal back to the child, much to their immense delight. The Astartes was already long gone by the time the cat had made it over, and the bright light of happiness outshone their own lantern in Zikar-Sin's aethersight.

He continued onward, his mind still abroad and wandering. Another child was hoping that they could use their pyromantic abilities to turn into a dragon, or a lion with the mane of a sun. Their parents were not as enthused by this aspiration, and Zikar-Sin noticed they had already more than fireproofed their home. The parents did not have a similar lean -- one was an auramancer while the other some variation of geokineticist -- so the gentle tiredness and exasperation at their child's wish and aspirations for the coming year was nothing new for them. He allowed himself a smile.

But then something interesting snagged at his other senses. It wasn't a happy emotion, rather one of fear and sadness. Zikar-Sin's brow furrowed, and he went and followed the thread. It led him back towards the Silver District, to a side street that didn't have any lanterns hung.

Well. Save for one, being closely held by a small child.

They must've been no older than eight or nine Terran years, by Zikar-Sin's rough estimate. Midnight blues and uncertain yellows clung to them closely. They were crying. Zikar-Sin approached slowly, gently brushing his mind against theirs. He found a longing there, but before he could discern more, the child jumped and whipped their head around, looking for the source of the disturbance. They spotted Zikar-Sin and jumped backwards, trying to hide their lantern and aggressively wiping at their face to hide their tears.

"I did not mean to disturb you," Zikar-Sin said slowly.

"Am I in trouble?" the child asked. Zikar-Sin shook his head.

"Of course not. Why would you be?"

"Because you're not supposed to be sad when people are celebrating," the child answered.

"And who told you that?"

"My friends." The child wiped at their face again.

"Not all celebrations will bring feelings of happiness," Zikar-Sin said. He stepped closer and crouched down so he was more on the child's level. "I am Zikar-Sin, of the Thousand Sons. May I have your name?"

"Huitzilin," the child answered.

"It is very nice to meet you, Huitzilin," Zikar-Sin said with a smile. "Would you mind if I asked why you were feeling sad?" He sensed Huitzilin mentally brace, as though they were facing reprimand or ridicule.

"I..." they hesitated, fiddling with the tassels of the lantern still behind their back. "I just miss my dad..." Tears came to their eyes, though they did their best not to cry in front of an Astartes. Zikar-Sin feared this meant the child was an orphan of war, realizing their father was garrisoned with the 28th Expedition Fleet. But he then saw what made up part of the child's lantern, though Huitzilin wanted to hide it. Unfortunately, the child's aura betrayed their emotions. It was a letter, promising he would be home soon, and to keep watch over their cat and bird while he was away.

"You miss him dearly, don't you?" Zikar-Sin asked. "I'm sure he misses you just as much." Huitzilin nodded and sobbed, covering their eyes with a hand.

"I'm sorry..."

"No, no, don't apologize. Here." The Astartes took out a small rag from the belt that helped secure his tunic in place. The child took it and wiped at their eyes and nose. "Would you like a hug?" Huitzilin took a moment to consider, before nodding wordlessly and allowing themself to be brought into a warm hug by the Astartes.

"I'm sorry," Huitzilin mumbled.

"Hush. None of that now," Zikar-Sin said softly. "Don't let anyone tell you that you aren't allowed to be upset about missing your parents. No matter the occasion. Okay?"

"Okay." The child pulled back, still hiccuping a little. They brought the lantern to their chest, sniffling and rubbing their eyes.

"Would you like my help releasing your lantern?" the Astartes asked. Huitzilin hesitated for a few moments. They hugged the lantern a bit tighter, almost defensive over it. Zikar-Sin felt the child's worry. They worried that if they let it go, they'd be letting go of their father's promise. Their wish was obvious.

"It is okay to say no," Zikar-Sin said. "Scary thought, to let go of a wish, isn't it?" Huitzilin nodded. "You know, I bet your father made a lantern for you tonight. And he has the same wish as you." The child's eyes widened.

"They make lanterns out there?" they asked. Zikar-Sin nodded.

"Of course. And, just like the ones here, they get released into the tides of the Great Ocean itself, and through the power of great will... they may just come true," the Astartes answered. "The more people wish for something, the more likely it is to come true."

Huitzilin looked back at the lantern. It was decorated like a brightly colored bird, the note from their father inside.

"Again, it is okay to say no. You do not have to let go of it if you do not want to," Zikar-Sin said.

"I think I want to," Huitzilin said, holding out the lantern to Zikar-Sin. "That way, my lantern can find his, and our wishes can both come true." Zikar-Sin nodded, beginning to conjure a small current of wind around him.

"Are you ready?" he asked. Huitzilin nodded, closing his eyes and silently mouthing his wish. When he opened his eyes again, Zikar-Sin lit the lantern, sending it into the skies above to join the thousands of other artificial stars, buoyed by the hopes and dreams of the children of Prospero.

"I hope it works," Huitzilin said quietly.

"It will. I know it will." The Astartes slowly stood to his full height, nearly doubling that of the child's. "Would you like to join me for the festivities happening in Occulum Square? A few of my brothers have planned out quite the spectacle. I think you'd enjoy it."

"That's a far walk..." Huitzilin mumbled. Zikar-Sin laughed.

"And who said you would be the one walking? I can carry you on my back, if you'd like."

That seemed to excite the child. They nodded, and Zikar-Sin crouched down again, letting Huitzilin hop on.

"Hold on tight, we'll be there before the sun fades!" the Astartes said. He gave the child a few seconds to clasp their hands around his neck, and he supported their legs before he stood and ran off through the streets of Tizca. His sandals slapped against the paved walkways as he raced for the heart of the city, making sure to take the streets that were less occupied so that he didn't accidentally trample over anyone. Huitzilin laughed and whooped in his ear, urging him to run faster, almost as though Zikar-Sin were their noble steed. The Astartes grinned himself and did his best to comply, taking a detour before getting to the heart of the festivities. He let the child down as the opening remarks began, earning some strange looks from the other gathered Thousand Sons present.

Zikar-Sin spent the next hour accompanying Huitzilin around the festival, until they ran into their friends and said. The children were in awe at the fact that Huitzilin had befriended one of the Legion. A couple of them seemed jealous, much to Zikar-Sin's delight. They invited Huitzilin to come play some games with them, and the child hesitated, looking up at Zikar-Sin.

"You don't need my permission," he said. "If you want to play with them, you are free to do so."

"I don't want to leave you alone," Huitzilin said, wringing his hands nervously. Zikar-Sin laughed.

"Oh, don't worry. My brothers are nearby. I'll need to check in with them anyway," he said. He looked over to where three of them had gathered, talking among themselves about some higher concepts. One of them noticed Zikar-Sin looking in their direction and furrowed his brow. Zikar-Sin grinned mischievously. "Maybe once you are done playing, you all can come meet them. I'm sure they would love to say hello."

+Zikar, what in the Emperor's name are you dragging us into?+ came a psychic voice.

+You can handle being around some small children for a few short minutes,+ Zikar-Sin sent back. +Some socialization would do you good.+

+Like you have any leg to stand on.+

+I have two, actually.+ Zikar-Sin then pushed away his brother's connection, focusing back on the children who were excitedly talking amongst themselves.

"That'd be awesome!" said one of them.

"Can we meet them now?" asked another.

"Later," Zikar-Sin said, "first I need to speak with them. Go play your games and have fun, and I'll call you all over when they're ready."

There was a small chorus of 'awww's that followed his words, but the kids seemed to accept it.

"C'mon, Huitzi," one of the kids said, gently grabbing Huitzilin by the shoulder. "You've got to see this cool lizard thing! It's from one of the worlds my mom went to!"

"No way, they've got to see my new cat first!"

"I want to show them the dragon!"

"Peace, children, peace," Zikar-Sin said with a dry expression. "Huitzilin, what would you like to see first?"

"Well..." Huitzilin said, frowning in thought. "The lizard does sound cool..."

"Then let's go! Bye, Sir Astartes!" said one of the kids, grabbing Huitzilin's hand and pulling them away. Zikar-Sin waved goodbye, watching them run off. He then turned to go join his brothers, a soft smile on his face.

"Scouting for new initiates?" asked the same who had intruded on his thoughts earlier.

"Not really," Zikar-Sin answered. "Though isn't that your job, Nekhbet?"

"Sometimes, when I'm not tending to the one's we're already testing," Nekhbet answered. "You seem to like the child well enough. They could be Astartes material. They seem to be of age."

"Hmm..." Zikar-Sin frowned.

"We could at the very least test for viability," said the soft-spoken voice of Asim, hardly more than an aspirant himself. Zikar-Sin turned back to where Huitzilin had ran off, thinking of the child's wish.

"I think they may like that idea," Zikar-Sin said.

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The sky churned with the might of an endless storm above him. Starlight was obscured and refracted in strange ways, making the already peculiar light cast over the landscape even stranger. The ground beneath his armored boots was shards of shattered glass, each reflecting facets of both past and future to be and never to be again.

In his hands was a lantern, light and decorated in the aspect of a colorful bird. With a breath, Zikar-Sin conjured a current of wind, lit the lantern, and let it fly off into the sky. Inside of it was a note, never to be read.

It was but one artificial star, flying alone into the uncaring heavens above. It carried a wish that was never to be granted.

A wish for his little brother to find peace and safety in whatever realm he now walked within.

A silent tear rolled down his cheek, falling and splashing onto one of the shards below. As the sorcerer turned, he conjured his tower, walking inside without another glance at the tortured sky.

He did not see that, for the barest and briefest of moments, there was a second lantern. It winked in and out of existence in the span of a heartbeat, but it was there.

And that was all that mattered.

#thousand sons #warhammer 40k #warhammer 30k #not magnus this time #welcome to the stage my little anxious and audacious sorcerer/diabolist #zikar-sin of the thousand sons #and later zikar-sin of the word bearers #as with most of my writings this is inspired by a song of the same name #fantasy's wings by ancient bards #this is the unofficial/official announcement of me adding him to the blog as a side muse

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zany-brainy · 1 year

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The Art of Saying 'No'

Eventually, Beatrice would start to revel in the power of saying ‘No’.

She’d spent her life falling in line with the expectations and demands of her parents. Then she’d done all she could to prove herself of use within the OCS, whether that meant extra training sessions or taking over chores for another Sister.

Now with the war behind them all and a future wide open ahead, Beatrice would slowly find it easier to be freer. Much of that due to Ava helping her find that freedom.

Beatrice told a literal god ‘No’ when they demanded Ava return the halo to them. If she could do that then there’s no reason she has to continue saying ‘Yes’ to helping Mother Superion pick out and hand mail the yearly Christmas cards to all the other OCS branches.

She never says ‘No’ out of discontent or malice, it’s mostly out of the realization that she didn’t need to be of use to convince those closest to her to stay. She now knew she didn’t need to be prim and perfect and available at all times for their love to be earned. They gave their love to Beatrice because she was her and she was their family.

It still takes a while to get used to it. And she still feels guilty sometimes. Except with Father Vincent. Regardless of his helpfulness in the war, his absolution was still a long work in process.

Saying ‘No’ to Camila, Dora, or Yasmine is harder. But ava reminds her that her younger Sisters do need to be self-reliant without her. And sometimes Camila is testing her anyway, needling her to make sure she says ‘No’. She and Ava are an awful team when it comes to teaching Beatrice lessons.

It’s always easier to say no to Lilith or Mary because sometimes it’s just fun being a brat with them just to see their reaction.

Conversely, as they build their new lives together, it becomes harder to say ‘No’ to Ava. Not impossible, just harder. Even in the most ridiculous of situations.

It’s easy to say ‘No’ to getting a cat when Ava still has trouble taking care of herself. It’s harder to say ‘No’ to the turtle Ava convinces her to get days later. The Halo-Bearer inexplicably had a book on how to raise and care for different reptiles and their new apartment inexplicably came with a tank large enough to fit ‘Shellford’ the turtle.

It’s easy to say ‘No’ when Ava wants to try the most unholy combinations of food in their travels. Combinations of clashing flavors or multiple layers of food best eaten with just one. It’s harder to say ‘No’ when she’s eyeing decadent desserts in the windows of bakeries. Her eyes are so bright and the sweets do look delicious. Beatrice was rarely allowed to indulge in much sugar when she was young, this would just allow her to catch up on lost time and treat her love to a wonderful new experience. Even when they both rush headlong into a sugar crash later, it’s well worth promising to try something far too sugary at the same bakery the next time they’re here.

Beatrice’s immediate though is that she should say ‘No’ when Ava proposes. It’s mad. Technically they’ve barely known each other for two years and had spent much of that time fighting demons and ethereal douche bags with delusions of grandeur. They had only technically been together for seven months. But there is no expectation in the proposal. Ava is being bashful and her proposal is hidden within a joke to allow for a soft ‘No’. The ring is a simple band of gold, something picked up in Austria along with too much chocolate.

But the ‘Yes’ comes so easily. They have time but Beatrice doesn’t want to take any of it for granted. Tears fall, lips meet, and they spend the rest of the evening talking about how insane they might be for doing this. Their plans are loose, they don’t know when or where the ceremony should take place, there aren’t any expectations or understanding of what the event itself might entail. It should scare Beatrice to death, a departure from her lifelong norm. But also her favorite thing she’s ever said ‘Yes’ to.

Later that night Ava wonders aloud ‘Maybe I can bake the wedding cake myself’ and receives a swift and definite ‘No’.

#Warrior Nun #Avatrice #Zany Rambles #I don't know what this is #Just random thoughts #or Headcanon #that banged around in my head until I blurted it out

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sapphickorro · 2 years

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Forever With You´ˎ˗

pairing(s) - Maria Hill x She Hulk!Reader (she/her pronouns used!)

summary: you get captured and experimented on by Hydra. Maria’s there to help deal with the aftermath and the side effects that come with your green side.

warnings: torture, needles, cursing, violence, blood, convulsing, manipulation, kidnap, electricity torture? body mutilation!! Just very dark 18+ maybe possibly even one of my darkest fics???

word count: 7540 (WHAT HAPPENED WHY IS THIS SO LONG)

A/N: this is literally so long. Forgive me please. I just loved this fic so much. Also!! I've had this fic idea in my drafts since may??? Like I never had any motivation until I watched the new She-Hulk trailer and I was like “ahhhh shit, i need to really sit my ass down and write it now.” Here it is!!

Also, I imagined that a lot of the Shield agents were living in a big compound. Almost like the Avengers compound but with a bunch of Shield agents. So, yeah. That’s where we are located.

And, Bruce is Endgame Bruce where he’s mixed with the Hulk but Infinity War and Endgame never happen here?

ao3 - masterlist

You had met Maria years ago, when you were just a rookie being trained by her. This was before she made her way up the ranks, becoming second in charge.

You had instantly fallen for her stern, work-oriented mind. However cold-hearted she may have looked, you knew that she had a gooey soft inside and you were desperate to break the walls and get to know her on a deeper level. All of your work friends laughed at your crush but you were determined to ask her out.

It started off bumpy, your carefree spirited self didn’t help at winning her heart over. You were a stark contrast from what she was. She was methodical and well ordered, you were a pretty happy-go-lucky person. The classic golden retriever and black cat dynamic.

Somehow though, over the years you had broken down her barriers and she had fallen in love with you along the way. You two even got married, hosting a small venue consisting of some family, Fury, a priest, Natasha, Coulson, and Clint along with his family. Lila at that time being your flower girl and Cooper your ring bearer. Laura carrying a little Nathaniel in her body.

It was quaint and you two had no troubles in the world.

Right now; however, you were sitting next to a rookie SHIELD agent, hiding in a hallway that put enough distance between you and the Hydra workers. Somewhere secluded and devoid of cameras. This mission was meant to be an easy in and out, retrieve some documents in the main lab of Hydra that they were operating at and run back to the airship before you got caught. That was before you had realized the whole place was full of booby traps and alarms, alerting the Hydra agents of your guys’ unwelcome company.

“Agent Hill, I think we have been compromised.” You speak into your ear piece, Shield agents on the end of it. “Can you make it back to the airship?” Maria asks, holding a calm facade although you know that she’s probably panicking on the inside.

“Maybe, but the guards are nearing in on us soon, I don’t think there’s enough time.” You respond just as you heard faint sounds of boots running on the solid ground. Voices with thick accents muttering things in ear pieces that you couldn’t understand.

“Are we going to die? I don’t want to die here like this. I haven’t even told my parents I work at Shield yet.” The rookie next to you frantically whisper yells at you. He’s clearly freaking out, his breathing coming out rapidly.

“Kid, I’m going to need you to calm the fuck down. Deep breaths alright. Your loud breathing’s gonna get us all killed.” You say as you grab onto his shoulders staring deep into his eyes. He simply nods and tries to work on his breathing.

“We’re getting Agents ready to head on in if you can’t make it out.” Maria says attempting to get your exact coordinates inside the giant building.

“No, I have an idea.” You respond to Maria’s call. “The agents won’t make it in time, I’m going to try something.”

“Try something? No, this is dangerous, just wait for the agents.” Maria says irritated at your words.

“Kid, take this and protect it with your life.” You hand the rookie the journal full of documents and secrets the Hydra workers were keeping. He accepts it and looks at you quizzically. “I’m going to stall for time alright. You need to run out the same exact way we came in. Do not dare stop for a moment,” You say to him in your sternest possible voice. He nods and asks, “What’s going to happen to you though?”

“I’ll be fine, I was trained by Agent Hill after all.” You say winking at him. “Agent Y/L/N what the hell are you doing? I told you not to try anything.” Maria says.

“Get a head start and start running now. I’ll draw their attention and I’ll be back out in the airship asap.” You say as you pull the guy onto his feet and push him in the direction of the way back. You start counting down from 3 to 1 and after he runs out of your site, you start running in the direction of the agents.

“Hey! There they are!” A thick russian accent yells and points in your direction as they see a figure run by them. They radio in that they caught the intruder as you start running through the building knocking things down and causing havoc.

You pull their fire alarms and smash some glass vials onto the floor, spreading papers and documents throughout the hallways as you run around. All of this happening while Maria is yelling in your ear. You’re unsure what she’s saying as you’re too busy focussing on not getting caught but you assume it’s a bunch of her scolding you for your idiotic actions and how much danger you have put yourself in.

Shots start to ring out through the hallways, forcing you to hide out in one of the rooms. You barricade it with a chair, hoping to stall yourself some time before they rammed themselves through the door.

“Alright, I think the rookies on the airship now. All the documents are there, I made sure to not miss grabbing any of the important ones.” You say out of breath to Maria. “Agent Y/L/N you realize how big of a-” Maria starts but you cut her off.

“Maria, I’ll be alright. They may have rifles but I’ve got a fully loaded pistol and gun firing training taught to me by Clint. Plus, I’ve just stalled you guys time to get your agents in the building.” You say as you pull out your gun and aim it at the door.

“God you’re-” Maria starts but gets cut off once again as the door starts to bang. Loud shouts of, “She’s in this room,” and “We found her!” are heard through the door. The chair starts shaking as the door starts to get broken into.

Maria yells in your ears to stay calm and to don’t do anything stupid. Knowing you though, you thrived off of risky behavior. You closed the lights and hid behind a cabinet.

“Alright, in the scenario that your agents are too slow to getting to me. Just know that…I love you. And that, I’m glad you fell for a chaotic mess of a person like me. Just, don’t fall in love with Nat yet. She’s got too much emotional baggage she needs to sort out first.” You whisper into your earpiece chuckling. Maria and Nat were best friends, you would always tease them about their closeness but you knew that they were nothing but friends.

“You’re right, you’ve always been right. Even now I’m starting to think that maybe you were right about me bringing more than just a pistol to this mission.” You laugh once again. “My greatest accomplishment was getting you to fall in love with me.” You finish off just as the door opens, a loud bang emitting from the door falling and the hinges breaking loose.

The guys turn on their flashlights and you peek out of your hiding spot shooting at the men in the front causing them to drop. You continue your shootout until you run out of ammo. “Ah shit.” you mutter to yourself as they stop their firing and near in on you.

“What, what’s happening? Are you okay?” Maria asks as you walk out and away from the cabinet. Your hands in the air in a surrendered pose. The men grab your arms, handcuffing you behind your back and forcing you onto your knees. The man in the front walks up to you, punching you on the face opposite from your earpiece. You groan at the impact. Maria tries to get you to answer her and speak back, to tell her what's happening but deep down she knows it's a lost cause.

You get punched a couple more times, making blood dribble out of your mouth. Maria flinching everytime a pained yelp comes out of your mouth until the man grabs the earpiece in your ear.

“Seems like there were more people here than we thought.” He says putting the earpiece close to his mouth. He then drops it on the floor, stomping on it, breaking it in one crush.

“It’s another one of those stinky fucking Shield agents.” The guy says to everyone around him, he grabs his rifle, pointing it at your head. “I smell of pina coladas, may I have you know.” You retort to his comment.

“You think you’re so smart huh? Don’t make me blast your fucking head off!” He yells out though gritted teeth. You’re about to make another witty remark when an older voice cuts through the crowd.

“Alright Rumlow, that’s enough.” You both turn your heads to face a man in a lab coat with glasses. “She seems like she’ll make herself very useful, isn’t that right.” He coos at you, holding your chin forcing you to look up into his eyes.

“Sir, what do we do now?” A voice behind the man in the lab coat asks. “Evacuate, quickly. This place has been compromised.” He responds still staring at your eyes intently.

Your eyebrows furrowed together, anger clearly evident on your face. He leans down to you “Don’t be such a pouty baby, it causes wrinkles.” He says smiling at you. You spit in his face causing him to stand back up with a disgusted yell. “Your breath smells like tuna juice and ass.” You say slyly at him. A small smirk forms on your lips. At your actions, he gets furious. He pulls out a needle filled with liquid. Your eyes widen as you try to shift away but he injects it into your neck causing your eyelids to feel too heavy to keep open. Your body drops to the floor as you black out.

You wake up on a cold metal table. A bright light shining in front of your face causes you to squint and look away. Your arms and legs are tethered down to each side of the table.

“It seems like our guest is finally awake.” The same voice that had put you asleep speaks into the intercom. You look at your surroundings, a square room with walls of metal. You are placed in the very center of it, on the wall facing you, there is a one sided mirror. You presume that they’re looking at you through there. That or the camera placed in the corner or the roof. A door is right next to the mirror (you presume that’s the exit). Aside from that, you are left alone with your thoughts and the loud voice of a man.

“Did you creeps undress me?” You say as you look down to your body. Your Shield uniform replaced with a hospital gown-like dress.

“It was merely to ensure you didn’t have anything dangerous on your body.” The loud voice booms through the room again. “What do you want to do with me? If you want me to tell you any secrets, I’m sorry to inform you but I have no answers to any of your questions.” You spit out, your words cold like venom.

The room goes silent for a while until the door unlocks and the doctor/scientist looking man walks in. Accompanied with him is another man in a lab coat, much younger looking than him, and a man dressed in black who you assume was the man named Rumlow. The younger guy in the lab coat carries a cart of a bunch of surgical tools and needles. You gulp hoping that they wouldn’t have to use any of that on you.

“Now, let’s get down to business shall we?” The old man in the lab coat walks up to you. “You can call me Doctor.” He says looking at you standing in front of your table.

“That’s it? Just, Doctor? Did your parents name you that or did you just decide to be mysterious and name yourself Doctor.” You ask quizzically. “Yes, it’s just Doctor. I just feel as if it is better for you to not know my name.” He mutters to himself as he puts on gloves.

“Wait, Doc. I thought we agreed to my plan first.” Rumlow asks the doctor. “Ah, you’re right. Well, I guess we could start with your idea first.” The doctor responds as he steps back allowing Rumlow to step closer to you.

“Where did all the documents go?” Rumlow asks waiting no time as they push a button to make it so the table faces towards the ceiling. Your head now above your feet as you are placed in a standing-like position.

“Well, I’m sure you already know that it’s going to Shield.” You respond nonchalantly.

“Where is Shield located?” He asks, putting a hand against the table, propping himself up. “How should I know, they’re changing their hideouts every damn day. For all I know they could be in the middle of the pacific ocean.” You chuckle out.

“Then tell us where the hell your main base is.” He grows more irritated at your calm expression. “Did you not hear what I said earlier? I’m not telling any of you any-” You try to finish your sentence until a strong fist comes in contact with your gut. The surprising contact makes you lunge your head forward, your fists clenching tightly.

“What-” You were about to curse at him until a hand comes in contact with your face, slapping you. You wince as the slap makes your already bruised face sore once again. “I don’t want to repeat myself, answer us or else you will go through a hell of pain.” He says coldly as he whispers it into your ears.

“I’d rather die.” You didn’t mean the words you said, you very much love your life but you realized a long time ago that your life matters less than the hundreds of lives that would be affected by your confession to where Shield was located at.

“Very well then, Doc let’s start some surgery.” He grins menacingly at you as he holds his hands out waiting for the younger guy in the lab coat to come over. Rumlow looks down at the artillery of surgical devices and grabs a scalpel.

“Tell me where Shield is located and that pretty skin of yours can go unscathed.” He starts to drag the small knife down your skin, causing goosebumps to rise in its path. “I’m really starting to hate the smell of old spice and overly masculine cologne.” You say as you stare at Rumlow, his scent of wood and forest making your head nauseous.

His eyebrows furrow together as he slices a piece of your arm writing out an ‘H’. “Let’s play hangman, everytime you decide not to answer us or to aggravate me, I’ll add an extra letter.” You wince in pain as trickles of blood fall down from the H.

“This will be a bitch to cover up by a tattoo wouldn’t it be.” You joke as another letter gets added, this time much rougher causing you to yell out in pain. The letter Y is drawn making you realize it’s probably “HYDRA” that he’s going to inscribe on you.

Ideally, you realize you should just close your mouth and not talk at all but you’ve never been one to be serious. You grew up using jokes and humor as a cope and it translated to your everyday manner. That’s what made Maria fall for you in the first place though. Your ability to make her laugh and calm down made her feel safe with you. You two contrasted each other but meshed so well together. She was always the one to bring you back to earth, make you focus on what’s important in times of need. You were the one to make her let her hair down, live life a little looser when she was caught up in too much work.

You smile at the fond memories of you and Maria partying and having fun together. “You smiling at me? You think this is some fucking joke?” Rumlow yells in your face, a bit of his spit landing on your cheek causing you to close your eyes in disgust. He draws up the letter D in a rage filled state. Every cut getting increasingly more painful. Your yelps getting louder as you turn your head away from him.

“Rumlow, don’t you think we should calm it on the slicing.” The doctor steps in grimacing at the blood flowing from your arm. “No, this bitch thinks everythings a joke. We need to make her talk, make her realize how damn serious we are.” He slaps your face again with his free hand making you open your eyes up and face him. The cool breeze hitting your arms making you groan in agony.

“She’ll die of blood loss before we can even get on with my plan!” The doctor yells at Rumlow taking away the scalpel from him. Your eyes start to droop. The blood spewing out of your arms making your brain too dizzy to stay awake. “Fuck! Don’t faint on me, I still haven’t finished with you yet.” Rumlow says holding onto the collar of your shirt to bring you closer to him. His hands slapping your face back and forth to try and make you regain consciousness.

“That is not helping!” The doctor says as he gets his assistant to grab Rumlow and hold him back. They force Rumlow to leave but not before he punches a wall yelling out russian curse words.

“Alright, get the stitches and bandages. We need her breathing for our experiment.” The doctor’s voice is the last voice you hear as you once again pass out. This time from the blood loss.

“They’re gone. The whole place seems to have been evacuated.” An agent says through their ear piece back to Maria.

“Damn it! Fuck!” Maria yells out as she slams her hands on the table in front of her. All the agents in the room turning their heads to stare wide eyed at her.

They had never seen their co-director this angry before. Sure, she’s had the occasional angered face and grimace but never has she vocalized it. She’s yelled before but never out in anger, especially by using foul language. She always composed herself before a curse word would slip out.

“Agent Hill, let’s take a walk.” Director Fury says as he walks up behind her noticing the commotion. He lets her calm down before she turns around and speed walks away from Fury. He catches up to her by a small jog.

“I think you damn well near scared all of those agents in there shitless.” He says, chuckling to himself. He matches Maria’s walking pace as she walks into the armory room.

“How could you be so calm, let alone LAUGH at this situation? They have Y/N and god knows where the hell she is.” She turns around facing Fury with an angered face that he hadn’t seen before.

“Coulson is tracking her right now. The chip you placed in her shoes is being traced right now, I’m sure we’ll find her.” He says trying to calm her down. She stomps away opening a locker in the armory room.

“I have no doubt we’ll find her, it’s just a matter if we find her alive. She could be hurt, or worse!” Maria says frantically as she grabs guns and bullet proof armor. “And what’s your plan, to ride a jet all over the Earth until we find her?” Fury says holding the guns and shoving them back in the locker.

“You have no idea where she is, you staying here is the best idea until we can actually track her down.” He says holding an arm out over the locker to make it so she can’t open it back up. “We’re all worried, Hill, but right now nothing will be solved with you running around trying to find her when Coulson is already on it.”

For the first time since Maria’s wedding, Fury sees her cry. She held her hands over her eyes trying to stop the flow of tears that fell. Her breathing quickened as she started sobbing. Fury was unsure at what to do, he had never seen his co-director sob before. Sure, the occasional tears that came at marrying her wife but never such sadness was conveyed by Maria. He opted to pat her back soothingly, unsure of whether he should leave and let her have space or to stay and comfort her. Hell, who was he kidding, he’s never had to comfort anyone before. His say it like he means it cold attitude made it so he was never one to have anyone seek comfort in him. Usually it’d be you that Maria confides in but clearly you’re not here right now.

A couple of agents walk into the armory room laughing and talking until they stop in their tracks noticing their director and co-director in the same room. Fury notices the pair and yells, “Get out!” Effectively making them fearful, their backs turning to run away from the scene.

Fury sighs as he goes and closes the door to the room. Once returning to his original spot he sits down on a bench and starts to talk. “You know, I used to think this was an awful mistake you were making. Going ahead and dating a girl like Agent Y/L/N?” He chuckles out, his hands landing on his thighs.

“She wasn’t the first agent to make jokes, bad ones at that, but she was the first agent to make you laugh.” Maria chuckles at what he says. Her sobbing now turned into small sniffles. “I remember the day you got shot during the battle against Loki, she was the first to tend your wounds. Maybe that was the most serious I’ve ever seen her be.” He says as he pats the empty space on the bench next to him allowing Maria to take a seat. She accepts his silent offer as she sits down wiping her eyes clean of tears.

“You know, I’ve grown to like her jokes, it makes this serious job sometimes feel less intimidating. A quick crack of a joke from her makes the atmosphere lighter, reminds us that we’re all still humans with emotional and physical needs.” He says facing her. “I’m glad you chose to marry her in the end.” He cracks a smile. The first genuine smile she’s seen from her Director in a while. Not a smile from laughing or being fake nice, a real smile that curls his lips. He gives Maria one last final pat on the back as he stands up, heading out of the door.

Just as he reached the door, it opens with an agent running in urgently. Fury is about to yell again until the agent opens his mouth speaking quickly. “Coulson found her. They found where Agent Y/L/N is located!” He says quickly, causing Maria to spring up from her seat.

You wake back up to a pinch in your arm vein. You look over to see the doctor injecting a needle filled with green liquid through your arm. You try to move but your whole body was confined down. A piece of tape covering over your mouth as you try to scream out. Nothing but frantic yelps from your throat come out.

“Alright, that’s the last of it, chap.” The doctor says to you, patting your cheek lightly. You try shaking your head but your forehead is confined by metal to the table too. It’s something straight out of a horror movie.

The doctor yells something in Russian through the room and a younger Russian voice comes out of the speaker. After a couple seconds, your body starts to convulse. The metal table turning into one giant taser. You widen your eyes as you try to break out of your confinement, nothing working.

After a couple more seconds, the zapping stops causing you to breath violently through your nose. Teardrops sliding down the side of your eyes. “Why did it not work!” The Russian doctor yells walking closer to you.

“Maybe we should up the dosage?” The voice from the intercom responds as the doctor grabs a much larger needle filled with the same green liquid. “Very well, time for test 2.” He injects the large syringe back into the spot where you were first injected. The pain from the needle is nothing comparable to the pain from the shocks of electricity you just went through.

The doctor finishes and steps back once again, you notice he stands behind a line of bright yellow tape. Your eyes widen once again, knowing what’s about to happen. “We’re ready.” The doctor yells out. The table frying your insides once again with its electricity. You’re sure you’ve never felt such intense pain before. Your feet and hands wiggle uncontrollably as it is the only things you can move.

The table stops its mini bolts of lightning once again. Your eyes close shut, tears fully flooding your vision. “Why won’t this work!” The doctor furiously walks towards you again. His hands reach the tape over your mouth, ripping it off. The fresh air hits your face as you open your mouth to gasp.

“Why.” Is all you can mutter to him, your voice too weak to talk. “The real question that should be asked is why do my serums not work on you?” He frantically asks, checking your body for any changes in appearance. “Shield will come for you.” You mutter through gritted teeth. Your eyes bloodshot red with tears.

The Russian doctor merely laughs at you. “Shield? You’ve been stuck here for weeks, kid. They’ve left you here to die! We saved you, be grateful.” He laughs in front of your face. Your eyes widen. Had they really left you here for weeks? How long have you been out for? The metal prison you’ve been confined to stripped of clocks or ways of telling you how many days it's been. No windows or lights, the only light is the one shining down on you.

In all reality, it had only been a couple of hours. The doctor knew that destroying your hope could potentially make his chemical concoction work. “They don’t care about you. None of them do. Don’t you think those Avenger friends of yours would be here by now if they actually gave two shits about you?” He says caressing your face causing you to lean away.

“You’re trying to kill me.” You mutter out as you clench your hands on the metal table. “Oh, this bad boy? Don’t worry about it, it hurts enough to cause pain but not enough to kill you. I mean, sure. Maybe if we left you on it for a prolonged amount of time. But I’m sure you can last 15 seconds on it.” He says smiling as he pulls out another syringe with green liquid. “This is to make you greater than what you already are. You’ll become a superhero. Or, well. In this situation a villain?” He covers your lips back up with the tape. He injects your arm with the same dose of green liquid as before.

“Let’s go again. Test 3.” He walks back to behind his yellow line. You sit there defeated as more tears fall down your face. You knew that still Maria cared about you but you thought that you were too far away for them to track you now. Your thoughts drift off to Maria, hoping that imaging her face would make this ordeal less painful.

Right as they start shocking you, the door bursts open. Heavily armored Shield agents walked in pointing their guns at the doctor. You hadn’t realized it yet as your body was currently in visceral pain. The only thing you hear are sounds of electricity hitting the table behind you and your muffled screams.

“Oh my god. Someone turn that thing off!” Maria yells seeing you on the table strapped down and convulsing. It had only been 40 seconds that you were on the table but to you, it felt like days.

The zapping finally stops as one of the agents pressed a button from behind the mirror to make it stop. The metal clamps holding your body down release too as Maria runs up to you. Scared to even hold you. Your eyes are barely able to open. The mix of bright lights, intense pain, and yelling from the Shield agents causing all of your senses to flood. Tears flowing out as you sob silently, feeling your body being picked up by one of the stronger, taller Shield agents. You hear Maria saying “Be gentle with her,” as she holds your hand the whole time on your evacuation out of the building.

It had been two weeks if not nearing three weeks since your torturous confinement. The nightmares had been constant and your once lively self became depressed and tired. Around the two weeks mark you had moved out of Maria’s room opting to sleep in your own room afraid of your nightmares causing her work and everyday performance to suffer. Your lack of conversation to her worried her more than your nightmares.

You used to tell her everything about your day. From the good things that happened to the shitty things that you had to rant about. Now you confined yourself to your room, only opening the door to accept food that Maria made or ordered. Dr. Cho had checked up on you once a week and everything seemed to be fine. They had said that there was something wrong with your blood but they were taking time to run tests, until then they weren’t sure what was injected in you.

Your body healed, the scars caused by Rumlow were being treated. The only thing that hadn’t been treated was your body mentally. Dr. Cho had offered therapy but you rejected the suggestion multiple times. Thinking that the faster you healed, the faster you would get back to work. You didn’t have time for trivial things like therapy sessions you thought.

That was until one day, you had a specifically bad nightmare. Phantom pains of the electricity hitting your skin over and over again keeping you awake. Thoughts of Maria and all the other Shield agents leaving you to die on that cold metal table, alone and afraid. Sobs wracked your body and you felt yourself unable to breathe. You were so lost in your panic that you hadn’t noticed the hand coming over your back. You flinched away until you looked up through your blurry eyes noticing Maria. She snuck in your room the moment she heard your loud sobs. Her heart being unable to handle hearing the pain you were in.

She hesitated, afraid of touching you again but you leaned in this time. Welcoming her warmth. Maria freezes until she realizes your muffled cries are covered by her chest. She hugs you, pulling her arms behind your back and holding you close, never wanting to let go. Her head rests on top of yours, occasionally pecking kisses on your forehead.

You mutter out “I’m sorry,” to her over and over again, sorry about waking her up and causing her so much trouble these past weeks. She shushes you replying with “It’s okay,” as she caresses your hair, rubbing soothing circles on your back with her other hand.

After your crying had calmed down and all that remained were sniffles, you leaned back. “Can you stay with me tonight?” You ask, your voice barely above a whisper as you held her hands in your own refusing to meet her eyesight. “Of course.” You don’t see it but a smile breaks on Maria’s face, the first time in days that she’s been able to just hold you.

Maria had never been one to fancy cuddling or physical touch. That was until she met you. You were like a koala, always holding onto her. You would find any excuse to hold her hand or give her a kiss. She hadn’t realized how much she relied on your body warmth to fall asleep. Resulting in her cuddling your pillow in hopes of getting some of your scent back.

“I promise you’re safe with me.” She says as the two of you lie down, your back touching the front of her chest. Maria tightly spoons you whispering I love you’s over and over as you hold her hand in your own. You whisper back an “I love you,” before you fall asleep. Your voice soft but just loud enough for Maria to be able to hear, resulting in a large smile breaking out on her face.

That night the two of you have the best rest you’ve had in weeks. Content in each other’s arms and comfort.

When morning came, Maria was the first to wake. Her hardwired sleep schedule of waking up really early in the morning never changed no matter the time she slept at. She decided to call Fury later and tell him that she’s taking time off of work today to just stay in your arms, hoping to enjoy this moment a little longer.

She cuddled into your neck a little closer as she felt you shift in your sleep. She inhaled your scent, smiling to herself. Oh how she missed the smell of pina colada. It’s only a couple minutes until you wake up, you yawn as you turn your body over, hugging Maria tightly as your head hides under her neck.

“I’ve missed your koala snuggles.” She whispers into your hair, giving it a quick kiss. “And, I’ve missed you most of all.”

You smile at her words, forgetting about all the bad things that have happened to you in the past weeks. “I’m sorry.” You mutter again. She leans back to pull your chin up to meet her eye line, “I thought I told you that it’s all okay and that there’s nothing you should be sorry about.”

You shake your head as you pull away from her hold. “No, I’m sorry for…everything. For making your life so difficult and then pushing you away. I thought that I’d be less of a burden if you didn’t have to worry about me.” You sit up bringing your knees to your face.

Maria sits up as well, putting a hand over your back, “You’re never a burden to me. And, I’ll admit that you pushing me away hurt…but I understand that we all have our ways of dealing with things. You don’t have to change immediately but please don’t leave me in the dark again.” She pushes a piece of hair out of your face as you lean up. “Okay.” You respond quietly, smiling back at her.

Throughout the day you two sat together enjoying each other’s company. No words needing to be exchanged. Maria knew that if you wanted to open up to her about anything, you would’ve.

It was after dinner time and the Shield agents were having a little movie watch-along. Maria had asked if you wanted to join, saying that it was alright if you weren’t ready yet and that the two of you could spend a night alone together instead. You shook your head and decided to join. You wanted to see your friends again, showing them all that you were okay.

When the two of you joined the living room in the big building, all of your friends ran up to you giving you hugs. You forgot how nice it was to be in the company of others. “We’re watching Tusk today!” A guy comes out of his room holding a dvd.

You’re familiar with that movie. A horror movie about this crazy scientist who kidnapped some reporter and turned him into a seal.

The whole room goes silent as they awkwardly glance at you. “Well, we could watch a Disney movie instead! Princess and the Frog anyone?” The guy quickly says as he realizes you’ve joined them for movie night.

“No, no. It’s okay, I don’t mind watching Tusk with you guys.” You smile lightly at them. Their curious gazes not sure what to do. They either watch Tusk or risk belittling you buy not watching Tusk. They opt to watch Tusk in the end.

Throughout the movie Maria’s arm is wrapped around your shoulder as you curl up in a ball next to her on the couch. You realized that watching Tusk in the end was an awful idea as your mind starts going back to flashbacks of what had happened to you all those weeks ago.

Your breathing becomes labored just slightly. Not enough for the team to notice but enough for Maria to pick up realizing that something was wrong. “You okay?” She whispers in your ear not wanting to interrupt the movie. “Yeah, I think I had too much soda.” You whisper back, chuckling as you stand up and maneuver through the bodies of people sitting on the floor and legs of people on the couch.

You reach the bathroom in your’s and Maria’s shared room as you hold onto the sink. Your fists clenching the sides of it as you start to breathe heavily. Your mind flashing back to the pain you felt on that table.

It had been a while since you went to the bathroom, Maria gets up to check up on you. As she walks into the bathroom she notices you breathing heavily. “Y/N/N, are you alright?” She approaches your body. As she attempts to wrap an arm around you, you yell out. Your body going green as your size doubles. Maria stands back seeing you grow so tall, muscles erupting through your arms. Your yells become growls as you run out of the room, breaking a couple walls on your way out from your size.

You run into the living room grabbing the TV off from its cable and throw it across the room. The agents sitting around stand up and jump away from you. They pull out guns from hidden spots in the room and aim at you ready to shoot.

“Wait!” Maria yells out running after you. “It’s Y/N!” She stands in front of you putting distance from you and the agents. “I don’t care who or what that is, we need to get her to calm down before she breaks more than just a TV.” A voice comes from the hallway. Fury walks out with a pistol in his pajamas.

You roar out and run towards the agents about to attack them as they start firing their guns at you. You put your hands in front of your face, the bullets blocking your vision. Of course, none of the bullets hurt you but you found them extremely annoying. “Call Banner!” Fury yells out to Maria. She immediately runs to grab a phone to call up Bruce Banner.

You grab one of the agents causing them to scream as you stare at them in anger. Fury then grabs a chair from the dining table and throws it at your head. You turn your back around to face Fury, dropping the agent from your hold.

“Ah shit.” He mutters as he starts running towards the elevator. He makes it in before you and is about to close the door on you when you grab the two sliding doors and push them apart, opening the elevator for you to grab Fury. “Damn!” He yells as you roar into his face. Your grip on him is suffocating.

Maria sighs and grabs pans and plates from the kitching. She starts throwing them at you, making you follow her as she runs down the stairs. Fury still in your palms yelling at Maria and asking her when Bruce was going to arrive.

She finally reaches the bottom of the stairs, opening the door and runnin out to the front desk where the night shift receptionist is rightfully stunned at the sight in front of her.

“Y/N! Drop him! Drop Fury right now!” She yells out as you break the door to the front desk. Maria runs out of kitchenware to throw and grabs pencils from the pencil cup to throw at you much to the receptionist’s annoyance.

You roar out and drop Fury. You run towards Maria at full speed as she stays put, clenching her eyes as she is prepared to be hit by you. Until you stop and kneel in front of her. Maria opens her eyes to see what had happened. She sees Bruce behind you, a dart shooter in his hand.

“Elephant tranquilizer!” He yells out showing them his darts. Your body collapses down, your back revealing three darts. “Really?” Maria says in annoyance. “What, worked on me.” He said laughing as he walks over prepared to lift your body up.

You wake up on a hospital bed. Your arms and legs strapped down as you see someone about to inject a needle into you. “No! Stop!” You scream out, your body shaking in the bed trying to break out of your leather constraints. Your mind wanders back to the torture you went through. Thinking you’ve somehow been captured again or that everything had been one big fever dream.

“Hey, hey Y/N it’s okay.” You hear the voice of your wife to the left of you. You turn your head and see her putting a hand on your palm trying to comfort you. “It’s okay.”

You turn your head and see Dr. Cho standing there with a needle in her hand. In the corner of the room Bruce is standing there. “What- What’s happening?” You frantically ask, still trying to remove your hands from the restraints.

“Sorry about tying you up, we weren’t sure if you’d go Hulk on us again.” Maria caresses your face making you turn your head towards her. She quickly makes work removing the leather restraints.

“There, better?” You nod slightly, you’re confused at what they mean. “We’re just going to draw some more blood for testing, I can assure you nothing is in here.” Dr. Cho says as she walks up to you with the empty syringe that’s sizably large. Your body tenses again seeing the needle but a soft hand makes its way onto yours. Clasping it for comfort, instantally easing you out of your anxiety filled state.

“Okay.” You whisper out, barely audible but just loud enough for the women around you to hear. When Cho’s needle gets closer to your skin, you instinctively turn your head to the side. Your eyes meeting Maria’s with a soft smile gracing her lips. “It’ll be alright my love. I won’t let anything harm you again.” She mutters as she leans in for a kiss. Her soft lips connecting with yours makes you forget about the pain of the needle.

“There we go. It’s all over with.” Cho backs up and places the needle away. She grabs a bandaid and covers the tiny hole she poked in your arm in which she drew the blood out of. Bruce walks up to you at the edge of the bed.

“Kid, I think you and I have more things in common now.” He says trying to give you some comfort. You smile at him and say, “Stop calling me that, I’m not a kid.” In response, he shrugs, “You’re still younger than me, definitely still a kid in my eyes.”

Once they all leave, allowing you and Maria to be on your own. She grabs hold of both of your hands, placing her forehead on yours. Your noses almost touching as you two close your eyes, enjoying this serene moment. “I hurt people, didn't I.” You whisper out, your voice trembling at the end. “I hurt you.”

“You didn’t hurt me, sure some of our agent friends and maybe Fury are pretty shaken up, but somehow you knew not to squeeze 'em too hard. Almost as if your She-Hulk self still had a moral compass.” She chuckles out, her hands now coming up to your face.

“So, I guess I really am a Hulk now?” You ask leaning back and looking down at your hands. “Whatever you are, I don’t care. We can go on this journey together.” You smile up at her, so much love is encompassing your heart hearing her say this.

“I’m just glad I didn’t hurt you, I would’ve never been able to forgive myself.” You lean in to hug her tightly, not wanting to let go. “You could never hurt me.” She whispers into your neck, hugging you back.

“Should I call Cho to get you back to the compound?” She says her head still comfortably sitting in between your neck. “Can we just stay like this for a while.” You say shaking your head not wanting to let go of her warm body. “Forever if you want.”

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Heyy so I have a lil request for the M4 of LL!! Also I love ur writing sm :)

Alr so what if one day MC proposes to their love? What will their reaction be? And when they say yes, what would the wedding and married life look like?

I know this is kinda long so it's okay if you don't answer the whole thing ^^'

I love you lots <3

Love you too friend 💖

Okay so I already did a Proposal thing here for the M3 but for the rest of it...

GN!Reader, I'm still not good at writing emotions, gods I want to smooch all of them

Felix Escellun

Man, where would the wedding be? I would assume Blackthorn, either in the Grand Hall or in the garden out back. Probably the garden. Florian probably works with you on getting the little details sorted because Felix is more big-picture stuff. Scylla handles the catering. Sage is in charge of alcohol and games. Anisa probably does seating?

Okay you know those,,, those ring-bearer dogs? Okay that but Stella. But Stella is not cooperating because she keeps getting distracted by ribbons and dresses and pouncing on Sage's tail. Sage is { } this close to fighting her but Anisa stops them.

Who do you think Felix's best mate would be? I could almost see it being Sage or Anisa, maybe both of them. I don't think it would be Scylla but half of that is because she wants to flirt with the guests so

Who would your best mate be? Only you can say that. Personally mine would be Tulsi but that's just me.

D...do you guys think Rime shows up? I think it depends a lot on your relationship with him. If you guys have become close then I think he'll show up. It'll certainly be bittersweet but I think he'd give you guys his blessing. If you guys aren't close then I think,, he'd show up before the ceremony to talk to Felix and then leave. I'm not sure you'd ever see him again.

Felix! Wrote! His Own Vows! They are long-winded and flowery as fuck. I don't think he gets through the first paragraph without crying.

Felix is a little nervous about marriage since it clearly didn't work out great with his parents. But once he sees you in your wedding outfit? All glowing and happy? All that doubt vanishes.

I think married life would be fun!

If you chose to stay in Astraea then you guys spend a while - probably a year or so - adventuring. Felix wants to take you to all those places he talked about before! And then once you're both settled down I think he'd love for you guys to have your own little house in Porrima, near his favorite bookstore. You guys would work and study together and try to unlock all the secrets of life. He'd take you on dates in the crypt and the Void.

If you guys decide to go to Earth, I think he'd still want to explore! But he'd probably keep your adventures to the state you're in, at least to begin with. Once he finds out about chemistry and science he's gonna want a kit. He does experiments in your kitchen and frequently makes messes.

Anisa Anka

Hehehehe cat wife

Considering she is the knight lieutenant, I wouldn't be surprised if the wedding turned into some sort of semi-public affair. It'd probably be held in the castle then. Fancy!

She probably has her mom walk her down the aisle. Would be very cute.

Man her dress would be so pretty. Sparkly. She'd have the best bouquet. Still has a bow in her hair but there's a veil sewed to it and skfiigogkfifajshfa i love her 🥺

She feeds you cake,, you ask her if she's sure it's not deodorant and she gets so embarrassed but she's laughing too,,, gets frosting on your nose just so she can kiss it off,,,, so soft,,,,,,,

Anisa definitely has her own vows written out but I think she rushes through them because she's just So Excited. When it's time for the kiss she totally spins you around.

You guys would have The Best Food. Just saying. She takes this seriously. I also think she would start to stress herself out a little bit because she wants to be a good host. Luckily Azimuth, Saaros, Felix, Sage, and Rime have banded together to keep everything distraction-free so you and Annie can focus on the fun!

Anisa would really love to go to Earth, even just for a honeymoon. You can take her on a ferris wheel and on a boat ride and you guys can make your own soap and take a bath together with bath bombs and !!!!!!! Have so much fun!!!!

God imagine you don't hear from your friend for like 2 days and then they suddenly come back and they have a fucjing wife who has cat pupils and fangs and who has a sword

Someone is bullying you and Anisa beats them up and you're just in the background going 'THAT'S MY WIFE!!!!!!!!!'

The first like,, month or so, every time you refer to Anisa as your wife she gets super flustered. I think romantic stability is something she massively craves and she's so happy you've chosen her of all people.

If you stay in her apartment then you guys clean it up and you have to implement a chore schedule. I feel like she would have a lot of plants if she could. Nice and peaceful and cottagecore :)

Sage Lesath

I've seen other people say it before and I'll say it too, I don't think Sage could do marriage. He loves you and he always wants to be with you but I think the big M word is just,,, a little too scary for him.

You know what an M word he will use is tho? Mate.

So instead of a wedding, you guys just have a party! And everyone else more or less treats it as a wedding after-party.

If this was Pre-apocalypse I would say it'd probably be at a tavern but if it's post-apocalypse I think it's definitely at Fathom. He needs the safety and security of a familiar setting. I also don't think he could handle more than the usual group being together for a few hours. Anything more than that and he'd be really overwhelmed and have to step away for a little bit.

Anyways Tulsi hops onto the table at one point and delivers a totally-not-practiced speech about how she's proud of Sage for opening up to you and wishing you luck dealing with him and so on. Oh and she's wearing a suit and hehehehehehe I love her . Rime wishes you luck dealing with the 'stinky mutt' and you give him a little kick in the ass.

Sage plays it off as casual but he's by your side the whole night, either holding your hand or with his arm around your shoulders or his tail wrapped around you or you in his lap or him in your lap or whatever. He just wants to be near you.

Speaking of mating.... he's gonna wanna break those sheets in..... wink

Again, your life together depends on whether it's pre or post apocalypse. Pre, he wants to travel a lot! He likes being a bit of a vagabond, and there's so much he wants to experience with you. Post, he wants to stay on the outskirts of Porrima. Not right in the center because that's where the initial wave of threats are gonna be (if anything happens), but close enough that you guys will easily be able to get to Tulsi and the others. He also doesn't want to leave her or the others behind again.

He acts all big and tough and whatever but he dotes on you a lot. Whenever he goes out he brings you back presents, either flowers or snacks or shiny rocks or anything that sparked his attention when he was out.

I think my friend @evanox has mentioned Sage getting into carpentry because he finds comfort in making things with his hands?? I also support that. He makes shelves for you to put your gifts on and maybe little toys and stuff. And Sage who smells like wood shavings? Who is teaching you to carve and stands behind you, softly holding your hands in his and guiding you?? And you make something and it's really bad but his eye(s) light(s) up like it's the most brilliant thing he's ever seen and he kisses your forehead and puts whatever it is on the shelf and he's so proud of you and ooooooh I melt. I fade away from this realm. Ohohoho.

Domestic!Sage my beloved. You guys go see all the others at least once a week. Tulsi usually every 2-3 days.

Rime Varela

Okay so firstly I also have to ask, does Rime want to get married? I think definitely yes before he died, but now? I'm honestly not sure. For the purposes of this ask we'll say yes tho

Even though LoS has been defeated, Rime still wants you to be prepared for any future ones. So he's been continuing to train you with the Astrolabe. teaching you all sorts of spells you never could have dreamed of before.

For the last few hours you guys have been working and training. But you needed a break. So now you guys are sitting under a tree, you leaning against the trunk and Rime with his head in your lap. It's a nice spring day, the breeze tickling your nose and ruffling his hair and sending the scent of warmth and new life through you. You're making a flower crown and humming to yourself.

Rime looks up at you curiously and asks what it is that's got you in such a good mood. You smile back and say that It's A Beautiful Day And You Get To Spend It With A Beautiful Man and he gets a little pink and calls you a dork.

I think he really appreciates the quiet, soft, simple little moments like this. It reminds him to be grateful of the things he has now. After he was ripped back from the Void, he was angry and hurt and took a lot for granted. You've helped him move past that.

'Hey, Rime?' There's a little hum in your voice, a contented and pleasant little song and he knows right away that whatever it is you're about to ask, he's going to do everything in his power to deliver it for you.

'Yeah sweetheart?'

You carefully ease the flower crown over his antlers and plop it onto his head. He blinks and carefully pulls it up a little so it can sit more on his forehead than in his eyes. You have this glowing look in your eyes like when you master a particularly difficult spell or have had a brilliant idea. 'What're you doing for the rest of this life?'

.... blink.... blink...... blink...... 'Trying to avoid dying again, preferably.'

You snort because of course he'd be a smart ass like that. 'Well, I promise not to poison the wedding cake if you promise not to stab me with the cutting knife.'

At first Rime rolls his eyes because Why Do You Always Have To Tease Him For That (you forgave him a long time ago but still bring it up to make jokes about it all the time, with the idea that it might help him forgive himself too if you treat it casually) but then

... blink ... blink ... blink ...

His cheeks darken with a blush as he closes his eyes and tugs on the flower crown very slightly to pull it down over his eyes. 'Mm... deal. But only if the cake has strawberries.'

Honestly he can't imagine why you would wanna marry him of all people. You're so strong and courageous and good and he's so cowardly and weak and evil and yeah he's done everything he can to atone for it but,,, you could probably have anyone you wanted. And you're picking him?

That's just the kind of person you are though. Once upon a time he thought you were naive at best and stupid most likely. Now he knows it's just that you see the best in everyone.

And he really does love that about you.

Realistically,, most of Rime's friends died five years ago in the war. And assuming he even had family (for some reason I hc him as being estranged) before, they were told he was killed five years ago. And since he came back and kinda immediately was involved with Evil Activities, he never told otherwise. It's probably easier if they aren't told that he's alive, because he's not the same and never can be again.

Which is all to say that he doesn't have the guest list to throw a big party. It's really just the Starsworn. But that doesn't mean he isn't gonna go All The Fuck Out.

Fathom Is Fucking Decorated!!! I'm thinking something gothic. He's still wearing a crop top but it's like a suit top. Somewhere between a two-piece dress and a slutty pantsuit. Black lace and mulberry highlights and he has crystals in his antlers and hehehe fancy. There's a band that plays beautifully and some caterers with delicious snacks. Anisa invited a few people. So has Sage (who's willing to celebrate you at the very least). Felix is getting weepy and hugging you both because he's so excited for you guys.

Rime wrote vows but he takes one look at you,, sees how amazing you look,,, his brain just turns to mush and he can't remember anything so he just speaks from the heart. Aka he ad-libs it. Felix is his best mate and he's just sobbing over where he's at because This Is So Cute He Physically Can't and Anisa is having to calm Felix down except she also gets weepy and emotional at weddings so really it's like they're both hugging each other and crying because you and Rime are so cute while Sage is throwing beer nuts at Rime because he's a menace

So your wedding is certainly,,, very,,,,,,, lively.

Rime probably wants to go to Earth the most. There are just so so so many bad memories in Astraea and he'd really like the two of you to start fresh. And with his knowledge of the Astrolabe, he can make sure you guys come back once a week for Sunday dinners with the Starsworn, aka the closest thing to family he's got.

He would do another celebration on Earth if you wanted it, but you're gonna have to find a way to hide those horns because otherwise all the pastors are gonna think he's a demon.

He slots himself into your daily routine remarkably well. Or you guys can make a new routine. As long as he's with you, he really doesn't care what you guys do.

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listen this is kinda crack and this is very crack and this is PURE crack, but nonetheless I’m sitting here slightly overwrought at the thought of… Even without Sauron to defeat, I think the Third Age still ends, the Age of Men still begins, with the Choice and wedding of Arwen Evenstar; the departure of Elrond and Galadriel and the final fading of the last great elven-realms of Middle Earth. Maybe they stay a few extra years to meet all the grand/great-grandchildren? But they don’t tarry long.

But Celebrimbor keeps tarrying! Why shouldn’t he? The ring he bears is Narya II, kindler of spirits, a little less great than its (long-since destroyed) original but also never dragged down in the final fall of a One. He married to a Great Maia determined to keep him alive and spiritually whole at any cost. (They’ve debated “at any cost” and compromised on Celebrimbor not getting himself killed and so never direly pressing the issue.)

Yes, the great elven-realms are gone—but I’m not sure they ever made a new one, after losing Ost-in-Edhil and destroying Númenor in retaliation, and being in mild shock for a few years after just barely surviving the destruction of Númenor. The Valar may or may not send Istari in this timeline, because there’s already Celebrimbor and Annatar wandering around Middle Earth and further continents, and for a while whatever of the Mirdain are left to go with them, randomly showing up in different realms to offer technological innovation, loudly and slightly threateningly debate the ethics of the local laws, and introduce/encourage/oversee use of the international currency Annatar introduced when the economy of pretty much every coastal country in the world was conveniently floundering in the face of an unexpected giant oceanic. (They weren’t in shock for that long.) (It’s called the mainad, lit. “precious thing”, pl. mainaid. Celebrimbor officially named it, but you bet your ass Annatar-who-is-emotionally-an-evil-cat was already thinking it.) (Why back a currency in gold or silver when you can back it in a minor deity saying, “Because I said so”?)

(Okay, they more like settle places for a couple centuries at a time, because you need time to get a forge set up just right and really get to work in it. Despite Celegorm’s best efforts, Celebrimbor has never been a camping person, or even an inns person.)

So they just...keep doing that in the Age of Men. It’s like having semi-benevolent trickster gods but inversed to creating order rather than chaos. Except now and then, when absolutely necessary, they do overturn governments.

But…Celebrimbor is getting tired, metaphysically. Even Narya can only do so much, even for her bearer. Maybe especially for her bearer. Even Annatar can only do so much, when his power is set against the great Marring of the World—to which he once contributed proudly!—that erodes the fëa of Elves just as disease and age erode the hröa of Men. More slowly, obviously, but no less inevitably.

[Tangential headcanon: in the late First Age, everybody but especially Elves were getting morally shaky and plain unpleasant to be around, in the way stress often brings out the worst in people but…moreso. Morgoth’s Ring, Arda is called, because his defeat came only when he’d poured so much power into the whole world that the rest of him could be chained and exiled. When the other Valar kicked him out of Arda, they managed to card out enough of that twisted, corruptive intent and throw it out with him that now it’s just...wearing. Tiring. To live in this world. Normal amounts of “stress makes people worse” - and the stress can ebb rather than grow and grow. Unless you live in Valinor where it’s aggressively sterilized of even this ultimate, exhausting Marring.]

At first Annatar takes advantage of it—less nagging to not infringe on people’s free will for their own good and the good of the world overall! Finally! Maybe he even argues that they’ve been doing things more or less Celebrimbor’s way for literally 6000+ years with only minimal, at most moderate net average improvement and glorification of Arda, so it’s PAST time to try Annatar’s way where they also use armies, blatant coercion, etc. Tired of the argument, a little less invested than he used to be, Celebrimbor agrees, and the Dark Lord starts to build an empire once more…

But only for a few centuries. He doesn’t get very far. Because once he’s conceded that point, Celebrimbor has less… Is less. It’s just hard to be hype for a dream that isn’t his anymore - he fought the long defeat and, well, he lost. As prophecied three Ages ago on the shore of what would be Lindon. It’s so thoroughly the Age of Men that he hasn’t seen another elf in decades, and it was Maglor who doesn’t count, and he’s tired.

And Annatar lost his own war over 6000 years ago when he admitted, “Well I’m not going to do it without you!”

So, like, Annatar settling some affairs, maybe even letting the “good” guys “win” for the sake of hope or whatever, and just walks away, carrying a half-drowsing Celebrimbor. (Celebrimbor nuzzling into his chest because husband soft, warm, literally and metaphysically.) He walks - or maybe flies on epic wings of fire; one last #drama moment - to the beach where Dave (the Balrog) is sitting with Maglor, who is... if Celebrimbor is half-faded, Maglor has reverted entirely to the frail-but-for-his-Song, half-faded, half-hallucinating beach hobo he was when Dave first found him. Having a companion who was also There, Back Then, and monstrous at the time (and still kinda now) was good for him for a millennia or two, but he’s been exhausted since he threw the Silmaril into the Sea. Since years before that, actually. But if he doesn’t tell the tale, and paean the star and requiem the dead and... who will? And what other purpose has he?

Dave has spent the last couple centuries trailing after Maglor along the shoreline, making sure he eats and sleeps in kind of the way you look after your beloved pet who’s on their last legs and it’d almost be a mercy to put them to sleep already but they’re hanging in there and they still seem happy when they lie in the sun and you love them too much to give up quite yet... (Cracky romance is great but I do think Dave does less well than Annatar at ever internalizing the idea that the Children of Eru could be their equals rather than, like, surprisingly competent sentient annoyances.)

Annatar arrives to this, Celebrimbor in his arms, and he says, “Come on, Dave, let’s go - it’s time to take the kids home.” And maybe they argue (Dave argues; Dave is a little scared, though he won’t admit it; the Balrogs were servants of Melkor even before they all entered Arda. He’s never been anything but foe to the other Valar. But Annatar used to be Sauron, Deceiver and Gorthaur, Lieutenant of Angband, and before even that he was Mairon, servant of Aulë, so he prevails. And moreover, he builds a boat (which they probably have to con Maglor onto because he’s also still scared to Sail),

The Men, having “defeated” the Dark Lord, promptly declare it to be the Fifth Age now. Presumptuous - they haven’t even invented the steam engine yet.

[Slightly overwrought, to be clear, because maybe it’s about...care-taking. Maybe it’s about love. Maybe it’s about redemption and no one being lost, no matter how long it takes them to come home. Maybe it’s all a story about learning to respect and care for your father’s differently-born younger children, who are, in fact, yours to care for as well, and not actually a blight upon the world.]

#ficlet #my fic #the hell do i tag this #the silmarillion #silvergifting #annatar #sauron #mairon #celebrimbor #maglor #dave the balrog #he's a character now shh #once again i've caught myself in a trap wherein i NEED to write a foundational fic in a...not series so much as coherent timeline #in order to provide proper context for the rest of it (which i keep bithely writing instead)

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WHERE: Main Street WHO: Cat Wayne ( @violenttempest )

"So, for bridesmaids I've got you, Pru, Wren and Sissy," Clara rattled off, adjusting her witch hat as they walked down the street together. "Jamie is asking his sibling Nick, his friend Arty, Celia, and Parker to be his groomsmen. I'm going to have Mrs. Nesbitt as the ring bearer, Jay as flower girl, and I'm going to ask Phoenix to walk me down the aisle." Pausing, she came to a stop as a realisation hit her. "I'm going to invite Hobbes, who will probably want to bring Matt and Hawk as dates. Is that okay with you?"

#interactions: clara #clara: cat #clara: pumpkin festival #event: pumpkin festival

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