#I GOT AWAY WITH THE OLDEST TRICK IN THE BOOK

[beaus-museum]

"Oldest trick in the book

with Lilia Vanrouge"

Dancing in the living room of ramshackle dorm was not how Lilia expected to spend his evening.

He was ready to scare you at your doorway as you entered from a long day of classes. He ended up facing an almost cardiac event when you collapsed into him. He recollected himself, ready to tease you. But you stopped him.

"I need a recharge, Lilia. Got something for that?" His eyes softened, reaching a hand up to stroke your hair. A habit he inherited, from the realization that while the world was unkind, all he could do was protect his family and beloved.

Because of this way of living, he eased your head to his shoulder, guiding you inside. "It's an old trick I learned." With a low chuckle, he moved his hands to your shoulders. "Show me your dance moves, and we'll party your burdens away."

Seeing your less than amused expression, he giggled some more.

"Now, I'm only slightly tugging on your leg. We don't need to party." Which meant the dancing part still held true, unfortunately. You weren't in the mood to dance, you were in the mood to sleep. It was evident in the way your body swayed out of sync with his. "Come now, don't tell me you can't spare me your best attempt."

"I just want to rest with you," you mumbled as he lifted your arm to twirl himself. He paused. And you continued, "I'm sorry. I just really want to be held by you."

His parted lips pursed together in an uneasy expression. Not one of uncertainty towards you, more towards himself and his failure. He knew you were tired, but perhaps he hadn't expected him to be the object of comfort for you.

"Yes, of course." He pulled you close to him, in a more intimate embrace. More intimate than his teasing and typical hugs. "Let's get you to be." Somehow, you managed to render him speechless and infatuated with your sleepy phrases.

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Going off my teachers reaction IM GETTING A FUCKING A!

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And so, the stars aligned. Pt. 2

Azriel x Archeron!Sister reader

Summary: Azriel knew you can't read. And he knows you would never admit it. So he tricks you into taking reading lessons.

Warnings: Slight mentions of nightmares.

part one part three, Part Four Masterlist Requests are open!!

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You had come into your room to grab something. And had lost every train of thought as you saw the note neatly placed on top of the book you carted around for show- not quite sloppy hand writing but it was clearly male and in a rush. A...stick figure drawing of you? Clearly Feyre had not drawn this. But there is an attention to detail, your hair is colored correctly, and your eyes also the right shade- or as close as you could get in crayon. Truthfully, it could have been anyone female but since it was in your room, it was safe to assume. And then a book- the library? Is that where this mystery would be solved. You were far too curious now to just not go.

And so, you folded the note up and put in into one of your pockets. Heading down there quickly. The only sound as you enter is the clicking of your shoes. Looking around you, and making your way over to Clotho's desk. The priest doesn’t look up at you but quickly writes, 'Ah, y/n to what do we owe the pleasure?'

You smile and pull out the note to show it to her. "It seems- I was summoned." Clotho's amusement oozes off her and she simple writes.

'Go down to level five and you should find what you're looking for.' Squinting suspiciously at her for just a second you debate listening. But that is your inner Nesta speaking, and as much as you loved your oldest sister you didn't want to be completely like her. So, complying with a general order wouldn’t be an issue.

Thanking Clotho quickly you make your way down to the fifth level. And you could have throttled Azriel as he looked over at you with a set of children's books, letter sheets and pencils. He was leisurely sitting there, legs crossed, his ankle resting on his thigh. Arms crossed as he looked at you. And knowing him, while his face remained neutral- he had a feline smirk just like Rhys’s on the inside. Stomping over, crossing your arms and glaring down at the Illyrian man you hiss, "What are you doing?"

"Teaching you how to read." He answers simply, not even slightly phased by your intense gaze. The shadows that normally linger around him aren’t there, instead- as if to mock how little of a threat you are- they pool at his feet like a dog. You'd have to talk to Nesta about getting that icy glare down pat.

"You're still on about that?" You scuff, turning on your heel to leave him with his silly ideas. But before you can get far, a gentle but rough hand grabs your elbow.

"If you can read, then I'll accept I was wrong and even buy you dinner." Azriel compromises. But he knew better, he saw the way your eyes glazed over when they looked at your book and there was no rhyme or reason as to when you flipped the page. Normally people had consistency when they were reading, You had none. Even when Nesta was reading smut there was consistency to it- albeit the page turns got faster but it was still consistent.

You were convinced you could do this. You didn't need him to know this about you. Not even your sisters knew- sure Nesta and Elain probably had inklings to it but you were just six when poverty struck. They were just kids too, it wasn't there job to teach you. Sitting down at the table you looked at the page. It was easy- just trace the letters. You could do that. So you picked up the pencil and started. And once you were done you slid it over to him. "See?"

He nods, taking the sheet and looking it over. Nodding as he examines the work. Then he sets it down and meets your intense eyes, but he doesn't shy away. He takes the first book off the stack. It was a young child's book- it should be a breeze for someone of your age. Prick. You think as he slides it over and folds his hands on the table. Watching the way your eyes widen. Your breathing hitches and there's a slight tremble to your hands as you take the book. He knows that look in your eyes- it's the one Feyre gets when she's calculating a plan. And he couldn't deny that he was slightly excited to see what you'd come up with.

Flipping open the book you know what he's probably looking for is some sortive consistency, so you'd let your eyes look at each word and then flip the page. And so, that's what you did. Finding it hard to keep up your little deception with his eyes focused so intensely on you. But you got to the end of the book and closed it with a triumphant smack. Looking back up at him- before you can open your mouth to speak, Azriel looks at you and asks. "What was it about?"

Shit. Fuck. You didn't look at the pictures! You quickly look down at the book and see a dog and a young boy on the cover. "Its about a dog and his owner." You say as evenly as you can manage for how fast your heart was beating. Azriel raises an eyebrow. Silently waiting for more. "When did you get so expressive?" You ask to quickly change the subject.

"I don't have to be on guard here. There is no one else around. And the priestess won't judge me for showing an emotion." He addresses your question simply, smoothly. Damn him and his stupid sliver tongue. He was the Shadowsinger! Of course he knew how to evade topics and questions to redirect to what he wanted! He taps the book in between the two of you again. And you look at his hands, scars running all along them, and of course you had know that. But it was the first time that you saw them this clearly. And as much as you wanted to get out of this situation- you knew that question was out of the question. "What is this about?" His voice remains gentle, but slightly stern.

Azriel watches you for any signs. He had seen many of them- you were a bad liar. Your emotions written all over your face. Your eyes, they showed everything. How no one else saw it astonished him. And for a second, as he watches how you look down at the book with apprehension and sorrow, that you quickly wash away once your gazes meet again...he sees your resolve break.

"Fine." You say quietly. "I can't read." Your cheeks heat at the confession- it felt so...so...mortifying that you were now twenty, an immortal High Fae and had no idea how to read. "Please don't tell the others." The last thing you wanted was for your sisters to look at you with that pitiful look they always seemed to give you when you mentioned something. Let alone, how awful it make you feel if Nesta fell back into her vices. Granted you knew Cassian wouldn’t let that happen.

He thinks his heart might just burst for a moment. Seeing you so somber. Azriel had watched you from the second you were dumped out of that Cauldron. Shaking, crying, gasping for air. The first thing you did was try and push it over so your sisters wouldn’t bare the same fate. And for the first few weeks after, when he heard your screams in the middle of the night. He'd make sure you were alright, given you the space to talk to him if needed. You rarely took the opportunity. Pushing him away despite him reaching out. Keeping him at an arms length for reasons he didn’t understand. Time, though. Everyone kept telling him with time, you’d come around. But you pushed him right into Elain. Not that he hated your older sister. No, far from it. They were good friends, they could talk for hours about anything and everything. But she wasn't you. She wasn't his. She had her mate, and Rhys has made it clear to him that despite his feelings toward her- they could never be. Lucian wouldn't accept it until she flat out rejected him, and even then they had no idea what the other male would do. Rhys didn't want to loose his brother over a girl. And while Azriel grumbled and snarled at him, deep down. He knew that he was right.

But watching you, moving through the Night Court with a smile that didn't reach your eyes and a grace that rivaled Elain's...Hearing your laugh in a crowed room and smiling into his drink. He knew that you made yourself seem happy, chipper, played the part of the sweet younger sister for everyone. So looking at you now, as your cheeks burn red and tears threaten to spill out of your eyes. He'd do anything he could to make sure you'd never look like that again. Azriel gently takes your hand, letting his thumb swipe over your knuckles as you look up at him. "I won't tell a soul."

And you believe him. The sincerity in his eyes, he's got no reason to lie to you. But you can't help the smile that creeps up. "Thank you."

And a comfortable silence falls as you both continue to look at each other and let your thoughts run free. Before Azriel clears his throat- and you were about 87% sure that there was a blush creeping in. "I can continue to teach you, if you'd like."

Looking down at the book in between you, where your hand was still in his. Tracing the lines of his scars gently, you nodded. "I think i'd like that."

Azriel didn't bother to hide his smile.

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Headache remedy//Jasper W. Hale.

Jasper Whitlock-Hale x Witch!male!reader.

Summary: Jasper treats your headache with the oldest trick on the book.

A/N: literally just wanted to write Jasper sucking cock. This was supposed to come out on Halloween but depression got in the way.

Smut. Fluff. Blood drinking. Oral Sex. Soft!Dom!Jasper.

Jasper closed the door as he stepped inside the small cottage you owned. His golden eyes inspected the flowers he got for you before he realizes that everything was floating and a broom that moved on it's own sweep the old wooden floor.

Oh no, it's cleaning day.

As someone who's nearly two hundred years old, Jasper knows how irritating it is to dig around all the trash one accumulates over the decades, the Cullen household is a mess when it's time to move and time to clean.

Jasper walks towards your living room as he recalls the last deep clean you made to your shop and home back in 1975. It was a mess and you were cranky all day.

"Hello, cowboy." You spoke from the only non floating couch, although you smiled, the vampire felt your irritation immediately.

Jasper felt something behind him and move out of the way instantly, a hole set of plates and cups flew out of one cabinet to another.

A misguided bowl crashed against his yellow waves.

You suppressed a chuckle caused by the scenes and the confused look in your boyfriend's face. The fact he didn't react to a ceramic bowl being slammed against his face was also funny, or, maybe sniffing old potions was getting to your head already.

The blonde removed the ceramic pieces from his hair and walked towards you, alerting for any other flying objects.

"How's your head?" You asked a bit worried.

"Haven't heard any complains yet." He answered with a smirk, you felt your cheeks warm and smirk at him. The vampire revealed the bouquet of black dahlias infront of your eyes. Your frown was quickly erased and a smile breaks on your lips.

"Oh thank you, my little leech." You whispered as your eyes twinkled. Jasper smiles, somehow being called a leech makes him feel butterflies on his stomach.

The bouquet floated to the flower vase as your arms wrap around Jasper's neck.

His rosy lips pressed a kiss on your forehead, you sighed. It felt so nice to hug his cold body.

"What's wrong, pretty boy?" He whispered as his cold hands cupped your cheeks, you melted and leaned on his touch. The vampire smiles at this, your cheek on his hand, his thumb caresses your delicate skin.

"Making an entire house to clean itself drives me a tad crazy." You spoke softly, the vampire chuckled and leaned down to kiss you on the lips.

"My head hurts so bad and I'm not even halfway through." You mumbled before a groan leaves your lips as the kiss quickly intensifies. Jasper could feel your exhaustion and annoyance. He kisses your cheek a couple of times, his fingers massaging your temples.

"I know how to make it go away, darlin'." He whispered softly against your cheek.

"Do you now, cowboy? Do tell." You whispered back, Jasper smirked and met lips with you once more, a little more passionate this time before his lips travel down your jaw. You groaned once more, his icy cold hands hold on your shoulder leaning down your back against the couch.

"No spell on them fancy books ya' own compares to this, sugar." He whispered, his slim fingers went to your black silky shirt and lift it up, you moaned at the feeling of his hands against your chest.

"Ngh- Jasper." You moaned shyly, the vampire grew more confident with each gasp and groaned your lips released.

"I'm goin' to make ya' feel so good, sugar." His lips moved down to your neck, feeling how your blood pumped through your veins, Jasper groaned and kissed your neck with an intense hunger.

You moaned, feeling his lips against your sensitive skin and his fangs brushing ever so slightly against your neck.

"I want to taste you." He whined against your neck, you groaned again, feeling his low growl as his fangs teased your exposed skin.

He nibbles at your neck, his hand holding your chin up, exposed to him.

"Can I, sugar?" The blonde asked softly, you whine at the sudden stop but he will always ask for consent for everything. You nod eagerly, he smiles and kisses your neck before his fangs bury deep into your skin.

A small cry chokes out of your throat.

The vampire drowned in your scent, the warm and sweet taste of your blood, he moaned as he took big sips from your neck. He pulled away, not trusting himself fully yet.

You breath heavy, feeling a little lightheaded.

Jasper chuckled and his lips travel down your neck, following the drops of blood that fall down to your chest, his cold hands making their way down to your pants.

"I want all of you, darlin'." The blonde mumbles as his fingers undo your pants. He falls onto his knees in between your legs. You could barely talk, your chest rises and falls with each breath you take.

Your eyes stare at him, kneeling and with eyes filled with lust and hunger.

His pale hands caress your thighs, teasing your member with his fingers above the clothing of your underwear. You moan and whine at his touch.

Jasper smiled, he enjoyed the teasing so he continued, his golden eyes never leaving your face as you reacted to the gentle stroke his index and middle finger made.

Up and down. Tip to bottom.

With a small piece of clothing separating his fingers from your aching member.

"Please!" You whined out loud as your hips buckled. Jasper looks at you with a smirk, holding down your hips.

"Please what, sugar? What do you want?" He asked teasingly as he pulled your pants a little lower.

"Ngh- Please- please, cowboy, want your mouth, fingers, anything!" You whispered desperate, begging for his touch, already a mess. Jasper chuckles and releases your already leaking member from your underwear. You moan and lean your head back.

His hand takes a hold of your cock and gently starts to stroke it, you feel so sensitive and start groaning, a couple of tears forming on your eyes.

"Want me to go slow, darlin'?" He whispers softly, you nodded shyly as your body trembles from the pleasure.

"That's alright." He spoke before his tongue gave a small lick on your cock, you moaned softly and your shaky hand took a hold of his yellow curls.

The blonde makes a couple of long and sloppy licks before he takes your hard member into his mouth.

"Ngh! ngh! Cowboy!" You moaned and your fingers tightened around his hair, pulling slightly, making him moan around your cock. You whined, he slows down a couple of seconds before bobbing his head up and down.

You couldn't handle it anymore, his mouth felt so good around you. Your legs shake, you blush at the sight in front of you.

"Ngh- y-y-you look so pretty when my cock's around your mouth." You mumble in between a whine. Jasper feels flustered at such a filthy comment being delivered in the most adorable way.

He pulls away from your member, a string of pre-cum and saliva following. He keeps stroking not letting you catch a break.

"Y-you don't need to catch your breath. Get back down." You teased, your voice slurry. Jasper chuckles softly, his tongue drawing circles around the head of your cock.

"Oh now you're feeling too confident, sugar." He spoke before complying and bobbing his head down again. You melted instantly and kept moaning, the tears fell down your cheeks.

He stroked faster now, feeling how rapid your breathing became, your moans louder and your legs shaking more violently.

A small squirt of cum hit his cheek.

"Nghhhh! So-sorry...." You whined as you came with a loud cry. Jasper chuckles softly and keeps stroking, enjoying your little whines and cries.

"It's alright, sugar." He spoke as he wiped his cheek. He looks at you, your torso white from your own seed and red from the bite he left behind. Jasper makes sure to wait for you to come down of your high.

Your legs stopped shaking and your eyelids got very heavy. He looked around for something to clean but already a floating washcloth made it's way towards him. He cleans his face and your chest.

His cold lips leave soft kisses on your torso.

Before he even thinks about it, a gauze appears for him. The vampire licks the blood around it with a smile, leaving a kiss on the wound. Jasper makes sure to place the gauze correctly on your neck, you whine as it stings a little bit, he hushes you softly and cups your cheek.

"Is your headache gone?" He whispers as he dresses you again. You can barely think but you nod slowly.

You smiled sleepy as he picks you up. He makes sure no flying objects hit you. He rubs small circles on your back as you fall asleep on the way upstairs.

A soft kiss on your forehead is the last thing you're aware of.

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A/N:Heyyyyyy, I'm just getting things out of my drafts. I hope you like this, I don't know if I served cunt like I always do when writing smut, but I hope it's enjoyable!

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benny and y/n : the bonfire (part 4)

TW: manhandle, imply of rape, mentions of murder, abuse, murder

“If you’re leaving, then you’re leaving with me.”

Your body immediately covered up with goosebumps at his unfamiliar words and unwanted touch. You gave your best to stay calm and talk him out of whatever he was thinking of doing.

“Please if you wanna leave… We can leave, just please don’t touch me.”, shaky hands matched your shaky voice, but the man simply laughed and pressed harder, making you wince.

“Oldest trick in the book, baby.”, he pushed his lips to your ear, making you abruptly turn away. Your tears were already filled up with salty tears, unwilling to realize the reality you were in. “Maybe this could be fun… Take a couple of guys and…”, he laughed and dragged you along with him. “Maybe show Benny how a real man fucks a woman.”

You drew your eyes shut as you suddenly felt nauseous. No, no, no. That disgusting excuse of a man was not going to force you into anything you didn’t want to do. You firmly planted your feet to the ground and trashed your fists against his torso.

“You bitch—“

“I’m not going anywhere!”, you yelled at him and finally managed to get his hands off you. You sighed in relief, holding back a sob of exhaustion.

“What the hell is going on, man?”, a man wearing his same denim jacket approached the two of you. His eyes moved from him to you, eyes wandering up and down your frame. And to your terror, a small smirk started appearing on his face. “Oh you got a good one tonight.”

Your lips parted at their exchange. “Please… This man… He wanted to hurt me…”, your words were a mere whisper over the chitchat in the background. The two men looked at each other and let out a laugh.

“Hurt ya? He wanna show you a good time, baby.”, you shook your head repeatedly as he patted his friend’s shoulder and left. You felt your arm being grasped again as he pulled you to his chest.

He harshly grasped your chin and tilted it up to meet his eyes. “Pull one more stunt like this and I’ll kill you.”, you couldn’t nod or shake your head at his words, and as cowardly as it was, you accepted your faith.

You were going to pull one more stunt.

You planted your feet to the ground once again, forcing him to turn around. You stepped on his foot with all of your weight and pulled your arm away. The man groaned in pain and hunched over, wobbling like the drunk he was. He lifted his head up and looked left and right for you, not realizing you were there in front of him.

So you used it to your advantage and punched him in the nose.

“Ow.”, you shook your fist and cringed at the crack you immediately heard. Your gaze set on him, who started howling like a wounded animal. At the sight of him weak, you hastily started making your way to the bonfire, desperately wanting to get to Kathy and get the hell out of there.

The man’s hands covered his bloody nose, but his eyes snapped on you again. He shook his head and wiped the blood on his pants, straightening up with a grunt.

“I done told you… One more stunt and I’ll kill you.”, he muttered under his breath and wobbled towards you. The fire crackling and the loud bickering prevented you from hearing the man’s footsteps behind you. Within seconds he had his arms around your torso and angrily threw you to the grass covered ground. 

You let out a scream as you felt your head land on something sharp. You instinctively brought your hand to touch the painful spot and your heart skipped a beat at the sight of blood. You slowly blinked and looked at the man towering above you. He wiped the blood off his nose and crouched down.

“I told ya, baby. I offered you a good time and this is what you get for refusing it.”, he trapped your lower body by sitting on you, making you cry in agony. “Now take it!”, the same hand that wiped off his blood, now punched your left cheek. Your head turned and more tears started falling as the realization settled.

Your legs started kicking and your screams started getting louder, but the sloppy punches didn’t cease. “Please, stop—“, you begged crying and that was when his body was lifted off yours. You touched your sore cheek and started sobbing at the feel of his dirty hands touching your skin.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing, huh?!”, you caught an angry voice - Johnny, the guy who was smoking with Benny. But you couldn’t lift your head up, the pain being too overbearing. 

So you sighed as you found the strength to keep your eyes up to the dark sky, wondering if that was the last time you had the privilege to look at the stars. They were shiny and bright, the perfect view before you let darkness engulf you.

“You don’t get to fight with a man like that, alone with a woman. You disgusting son of a bitch.”, Johnny’s guys held the drunk guy back, his moans in pain were nothing compared to your cries of help. There was one person missing in that half circle.

“What’s going on?”, Benny brought his cigarette to his lips and looked at Johnny with raised eyebrows. He looked at the man held back by Zipco and Cal, recognizing him as the drunk from half an hour ago. “The hell did he do?”

Zipco looked over Johnny’s shoulder and nodded. “Wanted to teach that chick a lesson.”, he answered, making Benny slowly turn around. Johnny looked wearily at the guy and almost felt bad at what was gonna happen to him.

Benny’s brows furrowed in confusion, refusing to believe that the person on the blood-stained grass was you. He looked over his shoulder and noticed the guy’s gaze on him already.

“If it’s my girl over there you messed with…”, Benny said lowly and turned around fully, taking slow strides towards the man. He took out his pocket knife and snapped it open. “You’re dead.”

The drunk man tried to scramble away, but both men hissed at him, holding him tighter.

 “Johnny.”, Benny called from over his shoulder. He let out a deep sigh and crouched down in front of the man. “Please check.”

Johnny looked at him and then back at Zipco and Cal, sharing the same uncertain look. But someone beat him to it.

“Oh my god!”, Kathy’s voice rang in the air, the desperation in her tone was evident. Johnny took a step back and watched her cradle her friend as her wild eyes took notice of the situation. “Y/N.”, she called and started slapping you a little. “She’s barely breathing.”

The hairs on the back of Benny’s neck stood up, turning around again. The sight of you all bruised up on Kathy’s lap barely breathing ignited something he didn’t know he had inside of him. Benny dropped his pocketknife on the grass and harshly grabbed the man’s collar.

“What did you do to her?”, his calm tone made Johnny look over in confusion. He walked to Kathy and picked you up in his arms, walking away.

Kathy’s gaze moved from Benny and then back to Johnny. “What’s he gonna do to him?”

“What he did to her.”

“I’m going to ask you one more time, you bastard.”, the man sobbed pathetically, internally predicting his ending. “What. Did. You. Do. To. Her.”, Benny pushed, gripping his collar tighter. He didn’t see left from right - he saw red. 

“I-I gripped her arm.”, he managed to say through broken sobs.

Benny shook his head and let go of his collar. “You gripped her arm? Like this?”, he grabbed the man’s arm and squeezed it as tightly as he could muster.

“Explain why her pretty face was all bruised up, you pathetic son of a bitch.”, Benny let go of his arm, fighting the urge to kill right there. It was gonna happen nonetheless, however he wanted him to suffer as much as his girl did. If not even more.

“Answer me!”, he yelled out, the man involuntarily flinched.

“I-I hit her.”, Benny nodded and clenched his jaw, looking for the knife he had dropped before. He quickly picked it up and twisted it in his hands, finally standing up from his crouched position.

“You hit her. You hit a defenseless woman. Like this?”, Benny threw a hard punch at him, making Cal and Zipco abruptly separate. The man fell to the ground and covered the side of his face, groans of pain fell from his lips.

Benny walked towards him and grasped his collar again, throwing him against the grass with his face towards him. “Or maybe it was more like this, huh?”, he threw another punch and suddenly his inner beast was unleashed. There were no calming words or confident strides coming from him anymore, just angry, bone-cracking punches.

His own actions towards you made him punch even harder. The way your innocent, teary eyes were so happy to see him, made his heart shatter. Why did he have to be so prideful? Was there really something wrong in admitting that he found happiness somewhere other than the club?

All of this could’ve been avoided if he had just let you stay.

Benny screamed as he threw his last punch. Cal quickly walked up and pulled him back by wrapping his arms around his torso. “That’s it, man. One more and you’ll kill him.”, he breathed heavily and suddenly felt the weight of his pocketknife weighing on him. He tried to reach for it, but Cal pushed his hands away. “No, man. It´s over.”

Zipco looked over at the man and crouched down. “He ain’t breathing no more.”

She’s barely breathing.

A/N: goddamn. already have ideas for part 5, folks. hope this chapter wasn't too crappy xx

PART 5

MASTERLIST

[aringofsalt]

💘 and buddietommy for the prompts 👀👀

HELLO DARLING

💘 - fake relationship / mutual pining / dared to kiss

“That one,” Eddie said, pointing to a man at the bar.

They didn’t do this often, but he had Tommy’s type down pretty well at this point: tall, buff, hair long enough to run his fingers through. It helped that that was also Eddie’s type, of course; that they agreed on this like they did on so many other things. It made things easier on nights like tonight, when they had the house to themselves thanks to his abuela wanting time with Chris, and could indulge a little. Usually that just meant a date night at a restaurant that didn’t offer a kids’ menu, but tonight they’d both admitted to feeling the urge to play.

So.

“Tall and curly?” Tommy asked, a little uselessly since his eyes were already locked on the guy’s ridiculously broad, plaid-draped shoulders.

“Tall and curly,” Eddie confirmed, laughing a little internally that he’d called it so well. “C’mon, babe… I dare you.” He pressed a kiss to the corner of Tommy’s lips, stealing his beer from in front of him and draining the last few mouthfuls so he had no choice but to go get a new one. Tommy just rolled his eyes, swatting playfully at his shoulder as he got up and made his way up to the bar.

This was the part that made it fun: watching Tommy work his magic. They hadn’t really had a conventional dating experience—they’d met in the army, were a long-distance on again-off again thing after he and Shannon imploded and he had a toddler to take care of, a handful of brief visits when they managed to both have time off. And then there’d been the tentative offer from Tommy for Eddie to move to LA when he was talking about switching careers and being closer to Shannon and his abuela for Christopher’s sake. To be something permanent. They’d made it work, somehow, and he’d never regret it, but he still had occasional pangs of wishing that they’d had this, the heady, carefree flirting phase.

But seeing it happen from across a crowded room was a whole other kind of thrill.

He watched as Tommy slid into the space next to the other man with a practiced ease, gently nudging their elbows together so he had an excuse to apologise and say hello. Oldest trick in the book, but damn if it didn’t work on this guy. He was hook, line, and sinker before Tommy’s beer even arrived, leaning into him, staring appreciatively and reaching out to gently stroke the scar on Tommy’s ribs when he pulls up his shirt to show it off—must’ve mentioned the firefighter thing. He even reacted well when Tommy nodded in Eddie’s direction, throwing out a jaunty little wave that Eddie returned, so it wasn’t a surprise when he looked down at his phone for a second and then back up to see them kissing.

It wasn’t like the view was super clear from where he was sitting; the booth was hardly a front row seat. But he’d been kissed by Tommy enough that he could practically feel the heat of it, even from that far away; the way his fingers were gently lifting the other guy’s chin, how they were leaning into each other. The kiss was gentle and relatively chaste since they were in public, but seemed to be rocking this guy’s world anyway if the way he chased after Tommy’s lips when he pulled away was any indication.

Smirking, Eddie looked back down at his phone. What happened after this was up to Tommy; sometimes this was all they wanted, sometimes they’d bring people home, but it was Tommy’s dare and therefore his decision.

He certainly wasn’t expecting the shocked little “Eddie?”

“Buck?” He was sure his eyes were practically falling out of his head. He’d managed to pick the guy he’d spent a shift pissing off before they nearly died together. How the hell hadn’t he recognised him? Of course, he'd only ever seen him at work, when he was in uniform and kept his hair slicked back, not dressed down in a flannel with unstyled curls. Shit, he was going to be in so much trouble, Buck would probably hate him again after this and go to Bobby and—

“Wait, Evan is—Buck? Is—this is bomb guy?” Tommy asked incredulously, interrupting the spiral.

“Wait, you called me bomb guy?” To Eddie’s surprise, Buck looked happy, delighted, even, as he leaned his hands on the table and met Eddie’s eyes. “So I’m hot enough you sent your boyfriend to kiss me, and you told him stories about me and gave me a cool nickname? I thought you hated me for a minute there.”

“You hated me, asshole,” Eddie protested. “And I didn’t know it was you tonight, I swear! I’ve never seen you so—” he gestured at Buck’s outfit, his hair.

“Hot?” Buck filled in smugly. “Yeah, Tommy mentioned that.”

“Well, not like it’s not true,” Tommy shrugged at Eddie’s scandalised look as he slid back into his seat.

“Not helping, babe,” Eddie groaned. “Look, Buck, I’m sorry, this was totally inappropriate and a complete accident, can we skip to the part where we forget this happened and we never, ever mention it again? I’m sure you’re here with friends, you must have something interesting going on.”

“Oh, trust me,” Buck said with a grin as he sat down on Eddie’s other side, “my friends are nowhere near as interesting as this is gonna be.”

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look, we're just gonna be a little handwavey about eddie and buck not recognizing each other. it was across a bar, they'd only known each other for a couple days, it was dark and buck was dressed differently, whatever 😂 either way they're gonna be soooo normal about this whole thing.

in this universe eddie realized he was queer earlier and it was one of the reasons he and shannon split but it was way more amicable and she's totally fine and alive and they're friends now 💕

[moraxine]

Inevitable [Gojo Satoru]

pairing: gojo satoru x reader

words: 1.3k

summary: you and satoru fall for the oldest trick in the book.

It’s a typical morning at Jujutsu High, the sun casting its warm hues across the campus as students roam the premises, training or studying. Nobara, Megumi, and Yuji are together, heads pressed close as they discuss their latest idea—Operation: Set Up Gojo and y/n.

"You guys know they totally like each other, right?" Nobara says, arms crossed. "I mean, come on, it's obvious. They keep sneaking glances at each other, the tension is unreal."

Megumi raises an eyebrow. "If it's so obvious, why haven’t they done anything about it?"

"Because they're both hopeless," Yuji chimes in with a grin. "Especially y/n-sensei. She's so shy when it comes to Gojo-sensei."

Nobara leans forward, a mischievous gleam in her eyes. "Exactly. And that’s where we come in. We need to give them a little... push. Maybe force them to confront their feelings, you know?”

Megumi sighs, accepting the fact that he has to take part in his friends’ stupidly mischievous schemes once again. “What are you thinking?

"Simple," she replies, cracking her knuckles. "We lock them up somewhere and just let the magic happen."

Later on the same day, you’ve just finished grading papers, ready to leave your office, when you receive a text from Yuji.

Hey, y/n sensei! Could you meet me in the old storage room near the gym? I really need your help with something super important!

You furrow your eyebrows in confusion. Other than the fact that this text is free of spelling mistakes, the request itself is quite strange. However, since your relationship with your students has been nothing but great, you put trust in them—as much as an adult can, anyway—and Yuji is no exception.

Thus, you grab your coat and make your way to the storage room. Truth be told, it’s rarely used and a bit dusty, which raises a lot of questions in your head as to why Yuji would need you there, but then you remember that it’s also tucked away enough for privacy. As you approach, you notice the door slightly ajar.

"Yuji?" you call out as you step inside.

No longer than ten seconds after you’re in, the door slams shut behind you, making you jump in terror. You whirl around, heart racing. Your hand reaches for the handle but the desperate attempt is futile.

What the actual fu-

“Oh, it’s just you.”

A helpless scream leaves your throat as you turn all the other way around and find yourself staring at the one and only Satoru Gojo, the man who’s been occupying way too much space in your thoughts lately.

Gojo seems composed when he offers you his signature smirk, leaning casually against the wall, his blindfold pulled up so his mesmerising blue eyes are visible. "I was expecting a student ambush or something."

"Yeah, well... same here, kinda,” you mutter, as you try to control your breathing. After a few moments, reality hits and your cheeks heat up as you realise you’re completely alone with him in a—not so very comfortable—space. "Did they trick you into coming here too?"

He nods. "I got a text from Megumi saying something about needing immediate help. Guess we're both suckers."

You cross your arms and sigh, slightly relieved that at least you aren’t a victim of some really serious prank. You glance at the door one last time. "Well, it's locked now, so I guess we're stuck."

There is an awkward silence for a few moments. The tension between you two has always been evident, but neither of you ever made a move to address it. You often find yourself stammering around Gojo, unable to handle the teasing words or the way his eyes linger on you a little too long sometimes.

Gojo, on the other hand, despite his confident front, is surprisingly shy when it comes to you. Sure, he makes his usual sarcastic comments and tries to act like all is fine, but deep down, he’s always been afraid of saying the wrong thing and accidentally hurting you.

"So,” you start, scratching the back of your neck awkwardly, “you think this is some kind of setup?"

He chuckles, walking closer to you. "Oh, absolutely. Our adorable students are trying to play matchmaker. I should’ve known when I saw Yuji smiling like a fool earlier."

You roll your eyes, trying to ignore how close he’s standing now. "Well, it's not going to work. We’re professionals."

"Sure, because professionals definitely get trapped in storage rooms," Gojo quips, flashing you a grin. "Besides, I think they just wanted to speed up the inevitable."

You blink, feeling your pulse quicken. "Inevitable?"

Acting dumb won’t slow down that inevitable, either.

"You know," he replies with a nonchalant shrug. "Us."

You narrow your eyes, though your heart is now undoubtedly hammering in your chest. "You have a lot of nerve assuming there's an 'us,' Satoru."

He raises an eyebrow, stepping even closer, his tone dripping with playful sarcasm. "Please, y/n, I've seen the way you look at me. You're totally into me."

Your mouth drops open, a mix of embarrassment and irritation bubbling up. Sure, he’s absolutely right, you’re head over heels for your handsome and charismatic coworker, but hell, he makes it sound one-sided when that’s so far from the truth.

“Excuse me? You’re the one who’s always staring at me during meetings. It’s creepy."

"Oh, so you notice me staring," he teases, his grin widening. "Admit it, you like it."

"I do not!" you huff in honest annoyance, cheeks burning. "And even if I did, why would I ever admit it to you? Your ego is already big enough to take up the whole room."

Gojo dramatically places a hand over his heart. "Ouch. You wound me, darling. Here I was, thinking we had a good thing going."

You cross your arms and shoot him a glare. "Yeah, well, you're delusional."

Denial will get you nowhere, you’re well aware, but the fact that Gojo is so cocky about it flips a switch inside you which makes consider whether your should jump him or jump him.

He chuckles as he leans in slightly, his face only inches from yours now. "Am I? Or are you just too shy to admit you like me?"

You swallow hard, refusing to back down. "Like you? Please, you're insufferable."

"Insufferable, huh?" he murmurs, his voice dropping an octave. "Then why haven't you moved away yet?"

Fair point.

Your breath hitches in your throat. Yes, you could have backed up, put some distance between you two, but instead, you’re just rooted in place, caught in the intensity of his gaze. Gojo’s smirk softens.

"You're cute when you're mad, you know that?"

You scoff, though it comes out weaker than intended. "And you're annoying, as always."

He tilts his head, his eyes glinting with amusement. "Maybe, but you like me anyway."

You open your mouth to retort, but before you can form any sort of response, his lips are on yours, cutting you off with a sudden kiss. For a moment, you freeze in shock, but then, instinct takes over, and you kiss him back. His lips are sweet, soft, and despite the teasing and the banter, the kiss is gentle, almost tender. Gojo's hand embraces your waist and slowly pulls you in, while the other rests on your face, and you can’t help but melt under his touch.

When you finally pull away, both of you are slightly breathless, and his usual cocky grin is replaced with a softer smile.

"See?" he whispers. "Told you it was inevitable."

“You're still insufferable."

"As if it doesn’t turn you on," he teases, leaning in for another kiss.

Outside the storage room, Nobara, Yuji, and Megumi exchange their triumphant high-fives.

"Mission accomplished," Nobara whispers.

Yuji nods. “Nicely done, Kugusaki."

Megumi shrugs his shoulders, glad that the whole thing is finally over.

You fell for the oldest trick in the book.

[dreamauri]

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You hated the heels, how they clicked with each step as you walked through the crown on the hardwood flooring. You didn’t also fancy the crowd, but as a social species and with a job as such, you had to put up with it. ‘There he is,’ You thought recognizing the face you were present for tonight. Champagne glass in hand, you reached to put your hand on the guy's back when you were pulled away from your waist swiftly.

You found yourself walking past, looking up with a death stare at the smug face of the dutch blond. “I was waiting for you.” He smirked, leaning down. God you hated his smirk. “Get lost, verstappen.” You faked a smile trying to pull away only for him to dig his nails into your waist and pull you even closer. “That’s not a nice thing to say to your date, my love.” He took your free hand twirling you gently.

“Never thought I’d get to see you in a dress,” He leaned down, taking a sip of your champagne. “Navy looks good on you.” He chuckled and you gave him a death glare, watching him swallow the golden alcohol. He wiped his mouth in his suit sleeve, looking past you at the guy both of you apparently were after. “He’s mine.” You growled lowly, pulling yourself out of his grip. 

“I would love for you to-” Max cut himself off, putting his hand on his chest taking in a deep breath. His eyes glanced down to the alcohol champagne that was bubbling just a bit more than normal. “You silly girl.” He realised. You smirked, turning him around and pushing him from his back, leading him out of the party. “He calls her silly yet he falls for the oldest trick in the book.” You mock, walking down the halls and pushing him in an empty room. “You stay here, and don’t blow my cover or I swear on god it’ll be the last time you see the moon.”

Max rolled his eyes playfully, plopping on a cushioned chair. “You’ll come save me after you finish, right? You’re not going to leave me here, all alone.” “I’ll think about it.” Max watched as you exited the room with a slam from the door. He cozied up, taking off his blue bowtie. The drug would kick any minute now and he didn’t want to choke to death while being passed out. 

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“Come on, sweetheart. Let's go.” Max awoke immediately when he heard the door open with a click. He watched the party host’s knocked out body splay on the leather couch and you tuck something in your bra. “Come on.” You urged Max, wrapping one of his arms around your neck and pulling him up on his feet. He got up with a pained moan, leaning all his weight on you. He pathetically attempted to try and reach into the top of your dress for the flash drive you were going to fight over later.

“Save your breath.” You smacked his hand away, sliding the window open and hopping out. Max followed soon after, landing on his face. It wasn’t a big fall since you were on the ground floor, but you should’ve taken a photo of the Dutch, you’ve never seen him be so ridiculous. With a shove in your passenger seat and buckling him up, you drove out of the estate, not giving the mansion one last glance. 

“Please die so I can dump your body in the river,” “Not a chance.” Was the last thing Max said before he passed out again. When woke up again he found himself in a dingy apartment, the sun stinging his eyes with the after effects and hangover from the drug and alcohol hitting him like a rock. The flat was empty, probably a temporary place to stay for this mission. It was quiet as well, minus your voice from the bathroom, talking to someone on the phone. 

“Aww c'est trop mignon. Dis-lui de le mettre sous un oreiller pour la fée des dents, je passerai, promis.” [Aww that’s so cute. Tell her to put it under a pillow for the tooth fairy, I'll stop by, I promise] Who the fuck were you talking to right now? Max watched in the reflection from the window as you held the flashdrive between your teeth, phone pressed to your ear as you brushed your hair into a ponytail. This was his chance. Maybe not.

He hadn’t realised he was cuffed to the bed, and had fallen flat on his chest just a few inches from your ankles. You looked down at him for a few seconds with an unimpressed and amused look. “Excusez-moi, les idiots se lèvent. Rendez-vous à X dans quelques jours.” [Excuse me, the idiots up. See you at X in a few days] Max pushed himself to stand up, looking at his half naked body, dressed in only his boxer shorts, ankle cuffed to the foot of the bed.

“If I didn’t know you I’d think you were up to some errotic shit.” You gave him a fake smile and a muted chuckle. “Well you don’t know me, and you're wrong.” “I mean, you’re in nothing but underwear.” The two of you stared at each other silently for a few seconds. “I value myself too much, why would I sleep with a man like you.” “I’m very good in bed, just so you know.” Max put his hands on his hips proudly. “I doubt that, virgin.” “I have a girlfriend.” “Where is she from? Your Imagi-nation? Sounds like a lie to me.”

“Girls you’re both pretty,” You and Max turned to the Spanish man at the door. Fernando looked between the two of you, putting his hands in his pockets with a smug smirk. You felt yourself groan putting the flash drive in your bra, locking the bathroom door shut. “I see you got busy.” The Spanish man teased the Dutch, looking around the room with a smirk. “We didn’t do anything.” Max defended, crossing his arms. “The hickies say otherwise.” Fernando chuckled, going through drawers and cupboards. “They’re bruises. I feel it on my face.” Max corrected, looking at the locked bathroom door. “That actually sounds like something you’d do, Verstappen.” “Are you really going to leave me out here for him to kill me?” “She left you for the sharks.” Fernando noted, hearing the bathroom window click open, knowing you climbed out.

 “Make this quick. I’ve already passed out twice in less than 8 hours.” 

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“I hate you so fucking much fernando.”  “I love you too, hermosa.” [beautiful] 

It was a gathering at this point. Dutch, French, and Spanish spies all in one room. Only the Spanish spy was the one who wasn’t tied up on the floor. You wiggled on your seat, trying to get up on your knees only for Max to squirm under you. 

“Can you stop fucking moving?” “Can you stop being a pussy?” You spat back, shimmying your back up against his chest to try and get a better angle to untie your binds. Fernando from across the room, sitting on a desk, watched with a small smile, leaning back in his chair with his hands entangled behind his head. He had tied you and Max on top of eachother, purely for entertainment. 

“That’s my-- Y/N!” The small high pitched scream left his mouth had the rest of the men in the room laughing and you angry. “Bitch.” “Me the bitch? Y/N your heel is on my dick!” With a huff, you tipped your bodies back slamming Max back on his chest, hammering the air out of his lungs.

“Well, I have what I need,” With the shut of his laptop, Nando gets up waving goodbye and exiting the dimly lit basement.

You take a few seconds before managing to lift your body up so you were doing a handstand on your forearms. Carefully, you slip your body through the gap between your and Max’s bodies. You manage to untangle yourself, now facing each other in opposite directions. With your face to his, you gave each other dirty looks. 

“You’re ugly as fuck.” “Can you shut up, Y/N?! Can your mouth do anything else?” “It can suck pussy better than you!” “Oh shut up. I can suck dick better-- No-” “Haha- got ya.”

You did eventually push him to sit up, managing to untie the rope. You rubbed your wrists as you stood up, with a groan. “USB’s mine.” Max stood up groggily. He was in no shape to fight right now, having been fighting against fernando earlier, while you only got caught without being beat up.

“Look, you’re gonna fall apart, and he’s already across town. So I suggest you stay down.” “Aww, you care for me.” “If I had a knife I'd dissect you and frame your heart in my office.” “You love me so much.” He rolled his eyes, walking past you. Or he attempted to, because he received a straight punch to his gut that sent him curled on the floor.

“I wont punch you again if you help me.” “How about go fuck yourself. I’d give you a knife so you can dig my heart out rather than work with you.” “Aww, that’s so romantique.” [romantic]

[yuan4i]

11. i'll think about it

“oh! yn, you made it.” lynette greets you at the door of the auditorium. “come in, would you like to see apart of our show-” “as much as lynette and i would like to show you apart of our magic show, we definitely should keep it as a surprise!” 

“yeah! i totally understand. when do you guys plan on performing?” 

“the last day! are you going to be there to see it?” lyney asked you, with stary eyes and all. “yeah! as long as it’s after navia’s performance then i’ll definitely be there.

after a few minutes of talking, lynette received a phone call. “hello…? freminet? …oh, okay. i’ll be there soon.” 

“lynette? what happened to fremient?” lyney asked, looking nervous. “he asked for me to pick him up. we’ll be with us for the week of hoyofest, remember?” “oh, right!” “anyways, i’ll go pick him up, do you mind walking yn home?” “yeah!! of course!” 

lynette leaves the auditorium with you and lyney just standing there. “sooo… would you like to see a magic trick? not part of the actual performance of course!” lyney suggested. “yes yes! show me!” 

“alright, close your eyes… now open them!” when you opened your eyes, you see a pink and yellow rose. “oh my gosh, lyney! this flower is so pretty!!” “hehe, it’s a rainbow rose. do you like them?” “of course i do!! say, would you like to go somewhere today?”

“let’s play a game! we ask each other questions!” he said, taking a bite out of his hello kitty shaped ice cream. “okay. you first.” you smiled at him. it was evening already, and the moon was slowly coming out. “how long have you known lynette?” 

“two years, ever since the first semester of junoir year. my turn. how many siblings do you have?” 

“oh, plenty haha!” he laughed at your question. plenty? what did that mean? “what do you mean by plent-” “shh! one question per round! it’s my turn now.” lyney put his finger on your lip, shushing you. “when did you meet your current boyfriend?” 

“since first year of high school! okay. now my turn again. what do you mean by plenty of siblings?” 

“i was raised in an orphanage with lynette, so everyone of those orphans are my siblings. of course, lynette and i are biologically related and freminet and i are just especially close. everyone there is no older than 14. the house of hearth is filled with children, making me the oldest one there!” the moon was now large and clear. as he was talking about his family, it seemed as if time had stopped, making him look so pretty under the pale moonlight. “anyways, enough about me. how did you meet scaramouche?”

“oh! he happened to be in my science class, and we were partnered on a project. we eventually became a lot closer in our sophomore years, and now we’re in a relationship hehe. okay back to you, do you know what happened to your parents?” 

“i… i don’t. haha, sorry to disappoint you. say, yn, do you remember anyone in your sophomore year?” 

“hmm… not really. it’s been like 5 years since then haha… sorry if you were expecting something or someone…” after a few more rounds, lyney asked you the last question of the night. 

“yn! will you go to hoyofest with me? as a date! but a friendly one of course!!” his face was beaming red, matching yours which was flustered as well. “oh! um, haha… um i’ll think about it…” you replied, looking away from him. “oh… oh! alright! so, where would you like to go now?” the book store. but before you could even reply you got texts from your boyfriend, scaramouche. 

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lyney x reader SYNOPSIS you’re at a bar, drinking your heart out after another having a feud with your boyfriend of 2 years. you later stop at your friend’s house to stay the night but… the one who opens the door isn’t her but instead, her brother…?

notes : hello :3 IM SO SO SORRY FOR SUCH A LATE UPDATE :C this was badly written at like very very late at night/early in the morning... lmk if there are any mistakes!! happy reading hehe :)

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Cookies: Jason Todd x reader

Christmas bingo day 18 : cookies

Her laughing was so hard and so disturbingly turning into desperate sobbing, that Jason could not help getting alarmed. So, throwing his book away and almost tripping over their cat he jumped off the couch rushing to the bedroom where his lovely, emotionally unstable girlfriend were fighting for her breath, almost spitting her lungs out rolling in the sheets and holding her belly.

"Y/n?" He stuttered, quite amused by the scene in front of his eyes though he couldn't deny certain cuteness to it. She felt comfortable enough around him to actually let her guards down and turn into happy child mode. To the point where she couldn't hear him."Y/n!" He tried again falling on his stomach on the bed causing her to jump a little form the recoil "what's so funny babe?"

"Oh Jace!" She rolled on the side to face him "I've just talked to f/n. Apparently your older brother -"

"Not my brother -" Jason muttered turning a little bit grumpy, only earning eye rolling and tongue sticking from her.

"Technicals, love. Whats important is that Dick got her into baking cookies. Tricked her with using the word nutcracker." Y/n chuckled

"She thought he was going to take her out for the ballet, didn't she?" Jason couldn't help a smirk at the story. "This does sound like Dick."

"Pun intended?" His girl smirked back knowingly

"Most definitely pun intended. So how did it end, did he burn the load or did f/n had to do the work? Wait-- don't answer that I think I already know."

"He said it was a couple bonding exercise."

"Oh really?" Jason raised an eyebrow scooting closer to her and grabbing her waist "I got some other ideas for that -"

"Yeah good thing we settled on not baking this year -" she wriggled out of his embrace, sitting on the bed cross legged and fixing her hair without a care of what Dick and f/n did.

And then it hit her, her brain shutting off from the reality.

And when she looked at Jason she knew he figured it out too.

***

There was no freaking way Jason and y/n were going to get outdone in the baking area. Never .

***

And if the oldest batman son made (sort of) cookies, it could only mean that he was going to bring them to a family feast and keep on bragging about hidden culinary talent.

No freaking way.

So acting like a two pieces of the same, well-oiled machine Jason and y/n gathered all the necessary ingredients, grabbed their matching aprons and started producing something that could, hands down, be called a masterpiece.

The recipie that never failed them was enriched with a secret ingredient called love as they laughed and bantered during the preparation.

And obviously he didn't mean to blow that flour her way and made her sneeze. And that vicious smile on his face only meant apologies. It really wasn't Jason's fault that she took this a cue to get all competitive.

"You know what?" Once she managed to wipe the white powder from her face her eyes glistened mischievously "I got an idea"

"Did you think about it a lot?"

"Well it took me longer than it takes you to finish when-"

"Shut up!" He turned red instantly getting a handful of cinnamon and rubbed it into her crystal white apron "oh, you're so clumsy princess, such a messy cook. Maybe you should just leave the professional to do the complicated work?"

Much to his surprise, instead of lunging at him (which would give him opportunity to grab her and tease her in some other ways than verbal) his words only made her take an exhale, shake her head and smile.

Uh huh. Not a good sign.

"You want to stand against me Todd? You sure about that? I don't think you realise what's coming for you, pretty boy." Her hands found a way to her hips as she stood in a power pose that could do very little to intimidate him.

"Flattery will get you nowhere princess" he leaned forward over the kitchen counter testing her nerves and patience.

"Are you that terrified you feel the urge to distract me?"

"May the best cook win" he grinned pulling her cooking hat onto her eyes blocking her view for a few seconds just to get a head start, grab the ingredients and put them out of her reach.

"That's cheating!" She protested trying to retrieve the necessary products

"I can't remember us setting the rules."

"Bully!"

"That's not what you said when- ouch!" The sudden stepping on his foot took him by surprise, giving her the chance to grab the baking powder and eggs and start running. Once she reached the pantry, she immediately locked the door.

At the moment they were at an impasse.

Y/n had the eggs and baking powder while Jason was left with flour and sugar.

Pretty much neither of them could make actual and edible cookies without cooperating.

"Come on princess don't be like that." He yanked on the door handle "you can't win you know it"

"Is that a surrender I hear in your voice?"

"You wish! I'm merely giving you a chance to walk with your head high and not shamefully defeated"

"Admit it you can't do a single thing without my input!"

"I think that's pretty obvious at this point of our relationship..." He said, his tone suddenly turning soft. "It scares me sometimes how dependant of you I am... Come on baby open up..."

"You're not playing me?" She asked from behind the door, her heart beating so loud that the blood was rushing in her ears

"Cross my heart-" he started but before he finished, she actually unlocked the door and stood in the doorframe still a little bit hesitant and careful, having learnt to watch out for him and his games.

"Hey...." She muttered diligently assessing the situation.

"Fool!" Jason yelled, grabbing her and pulling her to a kiss that seemed to last forever but still not long enough. "You didn't actually think I didn't have an ulterior motive did you?"

"You're such a dork Todd ..." She chuckled (not) trying to break free.

"Oh damn, this woman is still talking! Not on my watch."

And once their lips met again, they had the world in their grasp in the person of one another. For what they cared the rest of it could have burned.

And talking about burning -

"Our cookies are still gonna be better right?" She pulled back after a minute not really capable of getting rid of that competitiveness.

"Damn right. But the dough can wait a little bit longer." He retorted.

Preferably all night cause they were going to be busy with some other kind of sugar and sweetness.

[starless-nightz]

Hello,how are you?I hope you’re well,if you like and if you want can you please fulfill my request?Can you write a Zoe one shot or headcanon where reader is a daughter of Apollo(a powerful one)and instead of dying Zoe is saved by her and they end up together?Ty sm☀️🩵🩵

Zoe falling for a daughter of Apollo who saved her

note -> I love Zoe so much i wish we get a stand alone book about her, i also made this lore accurate so Thalia would still be lieutenant.

warnings -> blood, Zoe almost dies.

contet includes -> angst to fluff, hurt/comfort, Zoe confesses.

Zoe didn't think much of you at first, you are one of the oldest Apollo children and you were the head counsellor of the Apollo cabin as well as the head healer, you were the only one who didn't actively hate the hunters

Both of you had mutual respect for each other, during the hunters stay you two would make sure that your siblings and the younger hunters dont fight each other over whos better at archery

Zoe was a bit relieved when you were chosen for the quest to save Artemis, she knew you are powerful and your archery skills matched hers

You two would bond during the quest, you and Bianca were the only ones who didn't try and make problems for her

You were there for her when Bianca died, you knew it would affect her since Bianca was a part of her family, she was a hunter, a young one who had so much potential

Zoe intended to distract Ladon, but you wouldn't let her since you knew she would die if she did, you blinded him with your light just enough for all of you two get away, while she didn't like that you hurt Lando she knew it wouldn't be permanent damage, just a trick to get away

You protected her when you all fought Atlas, her father, of course you two got injured in the process but you were able to heal both of you

After the mission you were offered to join the hunt alongside Thalia, but you refused since you dont want to leave your siblings

Zoe would still keep in touch with you, and after a while she would realise she had feelings for you, so she immediately went to Artemis, her most trusted friend and companion

Both she and Artemis knew that if you accepted her feelings, Zoe would have to leave the hunt, so before confessing Zoe gave Thalia her blessing to be the next lieutenant.

The next time you saw each other, Zoe confessed to you, and she was happy when you accepted her feelings

Artemis and the other hunters were happy for Zoe, they were sad that she had to leave the hunt but they made sure to visit her and talk to her from time to time

[marigold-hills]

Dunes & Waters, part 31

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“Four rites, then,” Sirius says from his spot at the kitchen table, Ziggy in his spot on Sirius’ lap. “Stars, that’d be Bestia, moon for Khonsu, death and body for Anubis and Wepwawet.

Remus is tucked in on the sofa, cup of tea with Effie Potter’s tricks in hands and a soft, thin blanket he’s sure they don’t own thrown over himself. He thinks to ask where Sirius got it from, which of their soft furnishings had been sacrificed to his comfort, but the gesture was too lovely and he’s greedy for more, would hate to say anything to make him stop. Sirius still seems off, since the conversation at the library, and Remus wants to wipe the slate clean, fix whatever got broken. Not arguing about a blanket seems as good a start as any.

There are a lot of things he isn’t arguing about this morning. Not going into the library office and instead working from their apartment. Eating an actual breakfast and not just having a cup of tea. Napping on the sofa instead of doing his part of the research, only answering Sirius’ sporadic questions.

Eventually, the cat comes to snuggle into his lap, kneads its little paws into the blanket. It feels like such a special thing Remus almost chokes. He’s always more emotional, the day of the full moon.

It’s as good an excuse as any, for the way he can’t seem to stop smiling whenever Sirius does something to take care of him.

Remus should have known it was premeditated, when Sirius requested they bring the notes and books back to the hotel with them.

“I have the Wepwawet and Anubis ones ready,” Remus tells him, “I mean, at least the Wepwawet one? It worked the last time.” They are the words Remus has been losing himself in the more he loses himself in Sirius.

(Let me press your mouth to your bones for you.

It is your lip that makes for you, it is the knowledge of your mouth.)

“Khonsu should be easy. He’s been worshipped since the First Intermediate Period, that’s something like six thousand years of constant prayers.”

“I think we should try the Coffin Texts first for him,” Remus agrees, “or the Pyramid Texts, he’s mentioned there too. Only briefly, but… it’s the oldest piece of Egyptian writing. That kind of thing has to bring power with it.”

“It’s the funerary text as well, isn’t it? Fits the theme.”

Even thousands of years ago, the theme for lycanthropic research was death.

“Just Bestia left, then,” Sirius taps a pencil on his stack of notes, “I’ll look into it while you’re away.”

Remus doesn’t want to leave. He’s comfortably warm, with a sleeping cat cuddled into him and a beautiful man bringing him food. Nobody would want to leave this, not for anything, but for Remus this comfort is almost mocking when he juxtaposes it against the evening he’s fast approaching. He ignores it, amuses himself instead with imagining that the next time Sirius walks by him, he’ll grab him, bring him down to the sofa, fold him into and under himself. Thinks of how pretty the noises he’d get out of him would be.

It’s an infringement, thinking like this, when Sirius is right there and being kind, thoughtful. Remus is vile for it. Feels pathetic for it. But Sirius’ shirt shows off his wrists and they’re pale and lovely and Remus thinks let me pin them down, let me taste the skin, open your mouth for me, let me fill it, let me know it.

Sirius brings him a pain potion to settle his joints. Remus doesn’t grab him, doesn’t do anything but smile and thank him. When the potion starts to work he dreams it, instead.

***

He’s gone for two days only, this time. The wolf is kind to him. Remus remembers pacing the cell, wailing in the direction where the moon would be, if the cell had windows. Curling tight into a ball instead of gnawing at own bones. Searching for smell of dog. Missing. Missing.

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[katnissdoesnotfollowback]

Katniss feeling insecure one random afternoon after seeing Peeta interact with some pretty girlies and asking him later that night all quiet if he thinks she’s pretty 🥺

I meant for this to be funny and then it turned out... not funny. Oh well. Enjoy some post-Mockingjay not fluff but not really angst??? No warning tags on this one.

“Having an eye for beauty isn’t the same thing as a weakness,” Peeta points out. “Except possibly when it comes to you.” - Catching Fire, Chapter 15 “You’re not very big, are you? Or particularly pretty?” - Mockingjay, Chapter 16

It takes me longer than usual to finish trading with the new butcher. She’s originally from Ten and came here after marrying a soldier from Thirteen. She refused to live underground any longer and he tried living in Ten, but felt too exposed and jumpy in the flat plains of that district. Twelve was their compromise. But I haven’t had the chance to build the kind of rapport with her that I had with Rooba.

Rooba. I make a mental note to ask Peeta to draw her for the memory book tonight. We’ll both have memories of her that need to be recorded.

When I finish with the butcher, mostly satisfied with the cuts of deer meat and the coin I walk away with, I make my way over to the bakery. Usually I’d help Peeta close for the day. I got lucky catching the deer so close to the fence, but it still took time for me to bring back enough help to drag it to the butcher.

Surprisingly, there are still a handful of customers in the bakery. Unusual, this late in the day. I hasten my steps, thinking Peeta might want some help getting rid of the chatty customers, and seeing me after a hunt usually does the trick.

As I reach the window, though, I slow my pace. It’s not just any customers. It’s the Lassiter girls. They moved here after the war with their father, who used to be the head foreman at a perfume factory in District One. Apparently someone thought his skills would translate well to running a medicine factory, because that’s what his job here is. And his five daughters -- Neroli, Dior, Ambrette, Clary, and Opal -- aged twenty-four to sixteen, spaced two years apart down the line, are each just as beautiful as the last. Gossip holds that they each have a different mother, and while there’s been no confirmation from their father on that point, they’re each so strikingly different in looks and coloring that it wouldn’t surprise me.

They’re currently clustered near the counter, a bouquet of undoubtedly sweet smelling flowers. Their dresses a rainbow of eye-catching hues in expensive looking fabrics. All I can do is snort as I think of how dull and dingy their clothes would’ve been if they’d lived here when there was still a coal mine. But their hair, although different shades, all gleams in glossy waves and curls and curtains of shimmering silk in the bright lights of the bakery.

I hear Peeta’s laughter then, followed shortly by the twittering chorus of the Lassiter girls’ giggling. Ugh. They cannot be serious. Not my Peeta.

None of them are married yet, and there’ve already been several District Twelve men turned away from their front door step with dazed looks in their eyes, like they couldn’t believe they’d actually dared to propose to one of the Lassiter girls. And while this group ambush of my Peeta gives me an idea of what sort of partner they might be looking for, it’s unacceptable.

I push through the bakery door and attempt a smile. Neroli sees me first. The oldest, and by far the smartest of this bunch, our eyes meet and her lips curl in a smile. She’s dressed in a dark, forest green dress. Her dark, almost black hair swept to one side, into a long, sleek ponytail. There’s no denying that she’s stunning. Long, sooty black lashes frame her pale eyes that I’ve never been able to decide if they’re blue or gray. Some part of me knows that if I were somehow more beautiful, I might look like her.

Neroli glances at Peeta, then back at me. She inclines her head slightly towards me, and I’m not certain what she means until she speaks.

“Father will be wondering what’s keeping us,” she announces to her sisters. “Come on. Get your purchases and let’s leave these two turtle doves alone.”

She still pauses to say something to Peeta before she and her sisters clear out, but the glance she throws my way before shutting the door behind her makes me think that maybe Neroli and I might’ve been friends under different circumstances. When I finally manage to look at Peeta, he’s head down in the cases, cleaning them out.

“Lock the door for me? How was your day in the woods?”

“Not bad,” I tell him as I throw the bolt. “I got a deer.”

“That’s great!”

“Put this in the cold storage while I sweep?” I hand him the package from the butchers and he hands me a broom across the counter. It’s one of my usual chores and it isn’t long after that we’re headed home. But all through dinner, I can’t get the image of the flock of Lassiter girls twittering around him out of my head. 

I distract myself after we clean up the kitchen with the memory book, telling Peeta about the deer today and how things went with the new butcher. We share a few memories of Rooba while he sketches her and I write them down in draft. We manage to finish her page and seal it into the book before it’s very late.

And while Peeta showers with me, and stands next to me while we brush our teeth and get ready for bed, he somehow feels distant. As I lay down and watch him as he carefully removes his prosthetic, I can’t help but think again about the Lassiter girls.

“Goodnight, my love,” he murmurs as he turns to me, slipping his legs under the covers and cupping my cheek in his palm before kissing my lips once, softly.

“Goodnight,” I respond and blink when he turns out the light and lays down.

But I can’t get comfortable. And behind my closed eyes, I see a still ravaged Peeta, the hijacking reversal barely even begun. His knuckles pale as he gripped the bedsheets beneath him and restraints holding him down, safely away from me.

“You’re not very big, are you? Or particularly pretty.”

I huff out a heavy breath and jam the heels of my palms into my closed eyes, trying to push the image out of my brain. He’s laying right here beside me. He kissed me and called me his love just minutes ago. What Peeta and I have puts the stars in the sky and the poets’ words on the page to shame with its depth and significance. That’s far better than some superficial beauty.

And yet the words still slip past my lips.

“Peeta,” I whisper, and he hums in response so that I’m not sure if he’s fully awake or not. “Do you think I’m pretty?”

There’s a few seconds of silence and then I hear the sound of the sheets rustling as Peeta turns over to face me.

“Are you serious?”

“It’s just a question,” I say and smack my hands down onto the bed, right at my sides. They’re still clenched into fists and I try to hold back the sudden, ridiculous tears welling up in my eyes. Because his hesitancy to answer tells me what I need to know. How stupid of me to ask.

“Katniss, honey,” he breathes and moves through the dark, pulling me into his arms. “You will always be as radiant as the sun to me,” he tells me and I snort, wishing I’d never told him that phrase or how I’d once used it. “No, I’m serious. Katniss, you take my breath away.”

“But I’m still not particularly pretty. At least not as pretty as Neroli Lassiter, am I?” I poke and I can feel his frame stiffening besides me.

“No. Oh no, no, you can’t believe what I said that day, Katniss.”

“But you were right. I’m not very big.”

“And we both looked like shit that day because we’d been through too much shit. That doesn’t mean I meant it, Katniss. You have to know I was… I was trying to hurt you that day. Hurt you the way I thought you’d hurt me. Because I thought you’d used me, chosen Gale and the rebels, and left me to die or worse in that arena.”

“I know,” I say and finally manage to turn over into his embrace, burying my face in his chest as he caresses my back and whispers a hundred apologies for his careless words. I inhale his scent and let his hands soothe me.

So when he slips his fingers beneath my chin, I let him lift my face to his. I close my eyes and savor the brush of his lips against mine.

“You once told me that I had a weakness for beautiful things,” he whispers. “Real or not real?”

“Real,” I answer without pause. I can smell the horses and feel the warmth of Cinna’s glowing ember costume. I can see Peeta in front of me, radiant and beautiful, and smiling in amusement at my assessment of him. “But you don’t have a weakness for beauty. Only an eye for it,” I remind him.

“So yes, Neroli Lassiter is a beautiful woman--”

“And her sisters?” I prod and I can feel Peeta smiling against my lips as he kisses me once.

“And her sisters are, too. But you’re the only beautiful person I have a weakness for. No one else has left a lasting impression the way you have.”

I can’t help but smile stupidly at the repetition of his words from the cave. The reminder that somewhere amongst the acting for the cameras, we always had at least a sliver, a taste, a fraction of or at least the roots of something real.

“I’m still a goner for you, Katniss Everdeen, real or not real?” he whispers, and I already know the answer. I know what he wants me to say, because it’s true.

“Real.”

[fluffyfantasticducky]

Mischievous Matching

☆ Pairing: Loki x Mutant!Reader

☆ Synopsis: Loki is a trouble maker, always one to cause trouble, but he meets a mortal that is even worse than him and he finds himself absolutely powerless and victim of your stupid outdated pranks, but he finds himself to be putty in your hands.

☆ Word Count: 7,656 (good thing I didn't know what to do with this prompt, eh? This is just the second longest fic I've done.)

☆ Notes: My first request! Yay! 🥳Loki is a smitten little lee. I'm really bad at doing pranks so I did the worst and oldest pranks I remembered, because it's funny Loki not growing up on earth wouldn't know any of them. Also, it's not said outright, but in case of doubt the reader's mutation is super-elasticity because guess who started watching One Piece 👒🏴‍☠️.

☆ Warnings: Very bad and outdated pranks, other than that it's just pure fluff and flirting.

Loki thought he was smug. He had always been the smart brother, growing up constantly tricking an entire realm of Gods and Goddesses, he was very little used to people being smarter than him. Of course, he knew a couple of them existed, his mother was one he could never lie to. Odin more often than others saw through his deception and caught him playing pranks on Thor. But when you grow up in a Realm that values more your physical strength and at most your ability to come with war strategies… You come to believe you’re bound to become complacent, and it becomes a matter until… well, what always happens.

Loki would’ve never expected his match would come from Earth. Quite frankly, he had expected humans would always stay the same, kind of like Asgardians did. But they didn’t. Humans (for the most part at least) didn’t have magic or supernatural skills, so they chose to be inventive, they created modern civilizations purely thanks to the fact that humans chose to play smarter.

He wouldn’t admit it, now that Asgard settled on Midgard, and he got to see what humans did with technology… it was sort of admirable how much they had made purely with ingenuity. Only a bit.

There was Stark, who had made a technological empire and entire armies just with just machines, humans like the sanctuary where Strange lived or the Maximoff girl that had learned magic despite their incompatibility with it, or the bug hero’s mentor that figured a way to alter the size of matter itself. Not to mention the Avengers had managed to take him down, a God his ancestors used to venerate without question.

Perhaps some humans were in fact, formidable.

Still Loki could get away with a ridiculous number of things simply because a lot of humans were just that gullible. His illusions had already started wreaking havoc in small towns where his illusions had turned into rumors of what he learned humans called UFOs… although, to be completely fair, he was, by definition, an alien.

But the true meaning of formidable he found in you.

He met you one night he was allowed to visit New York and he decided to mess with passerby Midgardians. He simply sat on a bench of the park casted the illusion of a Ratatoskr and let humans do their thing. Truth to be told, while the creature wasn’t necessarily scary, it was gonna be interesting when the young ones noticed a talking squirrel and he saw some children excitedly trying to catch it, which may or may not have been actually endearing. But the real fun came when the parents became hysterical. Chaos ensued and Loki couldn’t hide a smile.

“That’s yours, isn’t it?” a voice asked, and you sat beside him.

He looked at you perplexed.

“It’s just… it kinda sticks out that you seem even more amused than the actual children playing with that. It’s supposed to be Ratatoskr, right?”

He didn’t expect anyone to notice, he had sat at enough distance that he couldn’t be related to what was going on, and he had a book on his hands so no one would relate his amusement to what’s going on.

The illusion vanished as he lost focus, surprised that you noticed him. He couldn’t hold back a soft laugh through his breath when a woman in her middle age let out a screech threatening to call the cops on an invisible talking squirrel. And to his surprise you laughed too.

“Man, I enjoy seeing your everyday soccer mom lose her marbles at whatever, but actively seeking their wrath takes courage.” You laughed.

You stretched out your hand and introduced yourself with a firm handshake which Loki surprised himself returning and giving away his actual name.

“W-Wait… like the Loki, Thor’s little brother… The Asgardian that… you know… over a decade ago did… you know?” you asked perplexed, not daring to say the actual thing.

Loki tense up, not knowing how you’d act next. For all he knows maybe the police force would end up showing up after all.

“Damn, so what they say is true” you shrugged. “You are a softie now.”

“What they say?” Loki gasped out indignant.

“Yeah, it was over the news a bit after the second snap, Ironman and your brother gave a press conference to explain you were in peace with Earth and it was Thanos’ brainwash.” You explained as a cheeky grin formed on your face. “Ergo, you are a softie.”

Loki was speechless. You knew who he was, you knew what he had done to New York, and yet you were poking the bear with a stick without an ounce of fear in your expression.

“Listen well, mortal, I–” Loki huffed.

“Pfft! I didn’t know Gods blushed.” You laughed heartedly.

“Hang on just a minute!” Loki protested as he became aware of the heat on his cheeks “I am–”

“Surprisingly fun to be around.”

He opened his mouth and closed it again as he found himself with no witty retort for your teasing.

“Thank you, I suppose” was all he could say, with less spite than he usually had when he spoke with mortals.

“I was gonna go grab a bite, wanna join? It’s a bit boring eating alone” you offered.

His stomach growled and he took the offer, partly because he was very hungry and both you had caught his curiosity. You were an odd one, that was for sure.

“So…” you wondered. “Is it true you’re staying with the Avengers?”

“Why do you wanna know?” he asked back.

“Curiosity” you smiled.

A question like that could’ve easily triggered an alarm, but for some reason it didn’t. And you didn’t lie.

“Yes, my brother decided to join the quarters to live with his friends and he took me with him” Loki admitted.

“Took you with him? Like an updog?” you arched an eyebrow in a way that made him feel slightly sheepish.

“Excuse me? What’s that?”

“What’s what?”

“Updog.”

“What about it?”

“What is updog?”

“Not much, what’s up with you?” you wheezed before letting out a dorky laugh.

Despite the fact that the All-Speak did not allow him to understand a place’s lingo he understood he had fallen for a stupid Midgardian joke.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I had to try, oh… oh god, I hadn’t met a anyone who didn’t know that one yet, but I had to try. I like you already.”

Now he was convinced, you were definitely an odd one. Not only did you not fear him, but you were bold enough to pull practical jokes on him and teased him for falling for it. It got on his nerves.

But he couldn’t help but follow you around. You kept teasing him the entire trip to a sandwich shop.

“What do you want to eat?” you smiled.

Loki stared awkwardly at the menu, he recognized some of the ingredients, but he had never been to a place like this. And he wasn’t used enough to human food to make an informed choice.

So, you stepped up and asked him a couple of questions about the food he liked and made a choice for him.

“You can punch me in the arm if it’s not good” you winked at him.

Loki surprised himself smiling at you.

“I’ll keep that in mind.”

But it was really good. It wasn’t anywhere near as refined as what he was used to eat, but it was surprisingly good. And you even paid for his food, which spared him the uncomfortable conversation over why he had no money despite leaving in a millionaire’s house.

“Hey, I live a bit far away, do you mind accompanying me home?”

Loki wasn’t sure why he accepted, but he found himself following you around, risking getting lost in New York City since he didn’t really know the area that well just yet. But he got on the bus with you and followed you home.

Which to his surprise… was the compound he himself lived in.

“Wait… D-Did you…?”

Loki felt betrayed. Of course. He should have known Stark would send an agent to find him, no one really trusted him, and they had to assign him a nanny to make sure he–

“I’m glad I ran into you” You spoke, interrupting his train of thought. “I still feel anxious coming so far out of the city alone, sorry if I cut your trip short.”

That caught him off guard. Were you not follow him? He didn’t sense a lie, but perhaps he was still a bit distracted.

“You mean you found me by accident?” Loki asked.

“Yeah, I’m not used to the headquarters being a home, so I need to get out to stretch my legs every once in a while. Otherwise, I feel… I don’t know.”

“Imprisoned.” You finished, as Loki’s lips let out the exact same word in almost a perfect synchronization.

Again, no lie.

“Hah… yeah” you smiled. “Sorry, I probably sound like a brat, complaining about living in such a big place.”

“No, I understand perfectly.” Loki found himself say in soft tone.

Loki walked with you inside and accompanied to your room. The sight when you opened the door was rather dismal. Just a small bed, a desk. But the bed was interesting, or more like what was on top of it. A stuffed little bear with a green bow on its neck, and a travel bag. He assumed they did go with Director Fury’s intention of having the trainees educated like soldiers until they completed their training.

After that day he felt more interested on helping with the training of newer recruits, thing he crushingly refused to do before meeting you. But it was his excuse to see you more. And as he imagined, you were among the best recruits. You weren’t the strongest, nor the fastest, and definitely not the tallest given some mutants came to be even taller than him. But you were agile and flexible, and you worked harder than anyone else to make up for any shortcomings you could have.

And you were smart, the smartest in the group. Loki had seen Stark give tests to the recruits and your results always came among the best, and more often than not, you were on top of those results.

“You did it again” Loki would congratulate you.

“It’s just a number on a paper” you always replied back, “that doesn’t mean I am going to be good on the world out there.”

“And yet your leg is bouncing with excitement” Loki pointed out.

You laughed and placed a hand to your knee to make it stop.

“The ego boost is still appreciated” you replied, a bit sheepish.

You were his favorite of all the recruits. Not that it was a title most competed for, a lot just gave him wary looks when it was his turn to train recruits, after all who wanted to have the man who once terrorized Earth as the class teacher. But you always helped to control the group, willingly volunteering for sparring with him for demonstrations and even while everyone else got a partner you chose him, even when that meant it’d be ten times more difficult than picking another mutant.

But once again, that allowed him to get closer to you.

“I’m telling you, it’s magic!” you assured him pointing to the water bottle as you sat next to him.

“Sure, it is.”

He knew you had no magic. He had read your files –for purely professional reasons, like personalizing– and knew of your abilities. But he also had no clue how you had shoved a coin bigger than the bottles neck all the way to the bottom.

But he didn’t like that playful giggle of yours, it always meant trouble.

“Look inside if you don’t believe me.” You said placing your eye on the bottle orifice to get a better look at the coin.

He sighed and mimicked what you had done, pressing his eye to the bottle’s finish to get a better look and see if he could figure something to get it out.

“I don’t see–”

In a second you had squeezed the bottle and splash him in the face. Which was noticed by a few recruits that let out quiet laughs, unlike you who were giggling shamelessly at his expense.

“You! You... traitorous, cheeky, despicable, insolent–” Loki huffed as he latched onto your ribs and squeezed them repeatedly making you double over in laughter.

You batted his hand gently after about a minute as you regained his composure.

“Oh god, you’re my favorite thing ever, it’s been years since these pranks stooped working on everyone else” you laughed.

Loki huffed. “I wasn’t living here years ago.”

“Oh, I know that’s what makes it funnier” you laughed and patted his shoulder.

Other trainees were looking at him amused, but he noticed they seemed a lot less tense now. As if some of that fear they had was gone. It was… weirdly nice. So, he just sighed and rubbed his face with sleeve to dry himself off.

“You cannot expect me to go easy on you after your little stunt” he asked as he stood up.

“Mm, it’s already, I like rough treatment anyway” you winked at him.

That made some other people in the room as Loki’s cheeks heated up lightly. But he still smirked.

“We’ll see about that in a few minutes, won’t we?”

You were also what humans called, the class clown. And your favorite thing was to prank him. It was all harmless stuff, like when you started a game the entire class to start a game every time, he used Asgardian or just outdated expressions like “Norns” or “Heavens.” Or that time you taped giant googly eyes to your chest, so he had a hard time giving a lecture as he got the urge to laugh every time he glanced at you, and even had the audacity to tell him, “Hey, my eyes are up here!” as you bounced, making the googly eyes bounce all over the place. That time where you filled his locker with confetti and balloons.

It was embarrassing because despite he’s nature, he had no way to get back at you. His illusions didn’t faze you one bit, and the concept of pranks for a god weren’t particularly safe for humans, your style was weirdly benign, and he couldn’t match it. And everything he tried repeating from your pranks wasn’t really surprising.

He used to think nothing could ever bother you at all… Until he was wrong.

He found you one night by the roof, sitting with your legs hanging on the edge, but the little border made a secure railing that kept you safe. You had been gone for hours, even skipping training, and he saw a half empty bottle of Vodka behind you.

“What are you doing here?” he asked as he sat beside you.

“Wasting time, and Tony’s reserves” you joked bitterly. “Watching the forest.”

“It is a lovely night” Loki admitted. “But you were missed at today’s sparring. It is obvious I’m not nearly as tolerable without you around.”

“Just relax, they’ve already warmed up to you” you sighed. “No one likes a stiff teacher.”

It was true hay whenever you made him laugh everyone else seemed to ease up as well. He always attributed to your natural charm and that you relished embarrassing him. But… people were a lot less wary around him lately.

“What made you skip?” he asked.

“It’s the 13th anniversary since my mutation manifested” you sighed and you reached your arm into the sky, it stretched for a few meters before it regained its normal shape.

“I thought people here celebrated that” Loki inquired. “You act as if a partner abandoned you.”

“I don’t know, I think I miss being normal… well, more normal” you chuckled humorlessly. “Not feeling like an actual monster.”

Loki could relate to that, realizing that you are different means you will never wake up with the same concept of yourself, because as it turns out, you are a mistake, a cosmic improbability and turns out, you’ve never been like anyone else around you.

“You are not monster, you’re a–”

“Oh right, because mutant sounds so much nicer.”

“Does it upset you?” Loki asked. “Being the way you are?”

“Yes. No. A little? I don’t know, it’s like a dream living in the Avengers home.” You sighed. “But… don’t you ever get the feeling that rather than wanting to have you around they’re just don’t want you to go rogue? I mean, I get it, with all that’s happening with the Banshee black market…”

Loki couldn’t help but laugh at that. If anyone understood what you felt, that was him. You were a mutant, which granted was becoming much more transcendental these days. More with the mutation enhancing drugs circulating, SHIELD and other organizations were putting a lot of energy to make sure less mutants went on a rampage. But none of you actually had major lists of crimes on their backs, unlike Loki. If anyone was being monitored that was Loki.

Even if he was technically an official Avenger already, it always felt like it was all because of his connection with Thor and at most that he was already highly trained, better than most other Avengers.

“I assure you that they do not think that of you.” Loki spoke reassuringly. “The Incorporations of Mutants Program is simply to remove mutants from a dangerous environment.”

“Yeah, free of Banshee and even add some mutant soldiers to their ranks, it’s a win-win situation” you spoke bitterly.

A part of him felt weirdly nostalgic. His mind took him back to the treasure vault of Asgard, his words reverberating on the walls: «So I am no more than another stolen relic, locked up, here until you might have use of me?» And now, more than a decade later, he found himself defending his father. This was just the same, you weren’t necessarily wrong… but it only a piece of the picture, the hurtful bit of a picture.

“You’re right to feel that way.” Loki spoke reassuringly. “But know that these people care about you… even if their original intentions aren’t as selfless. Trust me, I would know.”

“That’s surprisingly mature for a prince that’s technically younger than me.”

He felt his cheeks warming up to your comment and scoffed out a laugh. Of course, even in a vulnerable moment you wouldn’t let the chance pass to tease him.

“What can I say? I am not just devilishly handsome, charming, and tremendously intelligent,” he smiled, “there’s gotta be some wisdom to balance it all out.”

That made you laugh in that way that made his heart flutter in his chest. And before he knew it, you had rested your head on his shoulder. He felt his cheeks heat up and a smile make its way to his face. Had it always been so difficult concealing his excitement?

“You forgot humble and down to earth” you chuckled and rolled your eyes.

“What can I say, darling?” he smiled, “I’m a perfect man, I am completely irresistible.”

“And you still can’t get a date” you smile nudging his side.

“Not my fault there” Loki chuckled, “I’m quite particular when choosing a lover.”

“Right, and you being insufferable has nothing to do with it” you smiled as you grabbed his side and gave him a few squeezes.

The feeling made him jolt and let out a strangled gasp. Of course, you little brat always took advantage of this silly weakness of him ever since you found out.

He remembered the day you found out, quite vividly.

It was a holiday, so most recruits were out for a couple of days with either family, friends, or a new fling. Even some of the Avengers with friends out of the compound left for a few days. So, it was the super soldiers, the Maximoff twins, Vision, Thor, Loki, and you.

Your family had left for a trip, so you had no reason to leave the compound. Loki was thrilled that he would have you practically to himself. He felt those butterflies deep within his chest every time he saw you alone in a room. Of course, he kept his cool as best he could, still being the same mischievous charmer he’s always been, despite feeling like a giddy kid at the sight of you.

Even the most ordinary of mornings were blissful with you around. Even things like breakfast you could always make a monotone activities fun. Like right now, making Thor and the Maximoff twins laugh and sing around with you while you were whipping pancake mix on a bowl. It was some sort of little dance party while you cooked.

Loki couldn’t help but stare and chuckle softly.

“Loki, good morning” you smiled as poured some mix on a frying pan. “Wanna join us for breakfast?”

“Is it required for me to squirm around like a possessed worm like you’re doing?” he joked.

“Yes, it is imperative that you do, otherwise the pancakes will come flat” you quipped back with a cheeky smile.

“Come on brother, I know Midgard dancing is very different from what we used to see at home,” Thor intervened, “But it is quite fun, give it a try!”

“That’s the attitude, Thor-nderstorm” you grinned as you continued to dance.

“In that case I think I’ll just do with some coffee” he cleared his throat as he spoke.

“Come on, brother” Thor insisted, shameless —or rather, clueless— as usual. “It’s fun!”

“Hey, no shame if he can’t do it” you said, “Not everyone can dance.”

Loki laughed.

“If you call that «dancing», I’ll let you know I am actually a great dancer” he stated, just so you knew.

“Loki, if someone has to inform me of their traits, I have learned not to believe that.” You challenged him.

He looked away, focusing on the black liquid dripping into the coffee pot, trying to think of anything else that wasn’t you. Just the coffee, dark, bitter, that he had to keep himself from drinking before bed or it’d deprive him of sleep... Just the way you…

“ACK—!” he was brought back by the squeeze on his sides that made him jump and hold back a yelp.

He was ready to yell at Thor, when he saw the outstretched arms and you looking at him from the other side of the kitchen, the hands returned to your hips. Everyone was looking at him.

“Oh, you’re back” you saw his rosy cheeks a bit confused. “Honey?”

“Excuse me?”

“What do you want your pancakes with? Honey?”

“Uh- I… I- no… Um, I didn’t— I…” he couldn’t even look at you.

But you gave him a reassuring smile.

“I recall you like them with honey” you smiled, “It’s Thor that likes them with maple syrup.”

“That’s correct” Thor beamed happily.

“Don’t finish it all you hoarder” Pietro quipped as he wrestled with the blond for the bottle of syrup.

He sighed quietly, thankful that they had moved onto the next subject. He served himself his cup of coffee and just when he was going to turn around, he felt a hand on his shoulder, and that gently traveled all the way down his side and caused him to shiver.

He looked at you with daggers in his eyes before checking on the rest that were focused on eating and didn’t notice anything, thankfully. You just look at him and chuckled, before handing him a plate with neatly piled up pancakes with honey and some a small mix of berries you knew he liked.

“I didn’t know all Gods were so ticklish, I thought it was a Thor thing” you whispered. “…Good to know.”

You might as well have buried him alive after that. But, to his surprise you didn’t tell anyone. No one brought it up, not even Thor, who was already painfully aware of how cripplingly sensitive Loki was. No, and the anticipation killed him for the next day or two.

You didn’t bring it up once until one night you had the entire compound to yourselves. The doctor Foster had invited Thor over to «watch movies», not that anyone bought that for a second, the Scarlet Witch had gone on a date with the Vision, Barnes and Rogers were out on a party thing and had taken the Maximoff brother with him to further introduce him as part of the team. So, it was you and Loki completely alone.

You were reading on the couch on the weirdest positions, with your head upside down and the book inelegantly hanging on the air as you red upside down with your back arched as it seemed you’d fall out of the couch any second.

He grinned. It was the perfect chance to get you back. He made sure to be very quiet as he approached you and moved very slowly so you wouldn’t notice him —human earbuds were a blessing for his mischief, but they were not infallible— and right when he was towering over you. He squeezed both your sides.

“AAAAAAHHH!” you screeched as you fell off the couch.

Loki looked over to where you were laying on the floor where you had a hand over your heart.

“Loki! You nearly gave me a heart attack!” You scolded him.

What? No blush, no squeaky voice, no stuttering, no nervous shifting or even a giggle? No nothing? Were you that good at playing dumb? No way.

“What was that for?”

“I am sorry, I simply can’t resist when someone is vulnerable like that” Loki shrugged it off and sat on the couch, hoping you wouldn’t ask him to elaborate. “What are you reading?”

You sat back up next to him and showed him the baby blue book with pink letters and a couple kissing on the cover. One of those romance novels you liked.

“Is that the one you told me about?” Loki asked.

“It’s the one” you grinned and noticed the book beside him. “What are you reading?”

“Just old Asgardian poetry” he said, showing you the book, despite knowing you don’t speak Asgardian. He noticed the look you gave him, with an arched eyebrow and a smug grin, “It’s old even for me. Just old love poems.”

Your eyes sparkled like absolute diamonds, and you scooted closer to him, your face just inches from his. “Can you read one to me?”

He felt his cheeks flush at your excitement, and the clumsiness. But he cleared his throat and opened it on the poem he was reading. But he decided to be smug and read it just like it showed, in old Norse.

“Oh, so funny.” You growled and jabbed his sides.

Loki nearly jumped out of his skin and barked out a laugh. A laugh that didn’t go unnoticed given you quickly followed that same movement that had made him squirm. He very did a very poor job at concealing his reaction.

His brain quickly felt fuzzy, he could feel his restrained laughter echoing in his chest, and even still a few snickers were slipping out. His arms felt like worms just clumsily trying to find your hands to push you away. His face was impossibly hot and surely a dark shade of red at this point. His mind was on its knees begging for him to succumb and allow his body to laugh. And that’s exactly what he did when your hands sneaked past his arms and gently wiggled against the skin on his armpits.

“Wahahait! Stohohohop that!” he laughed.

“So that’s what your laugh sounds like” you teased him. “Hm… it’s actually kinda cute.”

“Stohohop this or ehehehehelse!” he latched his hands to your forearms but found that he didn’t even have the strength in himself to push you away.

Maybe it was that subliminal fear that he knew how fragile humans were. Maybe he was just that stupidly ticklish. Or… maybe your fingers were warm, and soft… and you had never given him this much attention.

He had fallen back on the couch, and you sat on his waist, straddling him with your legs on each side, and your hands were now exploring every bit of his torso to see what got him to laugh the hardest, your eyes were looking for every reaction, and your words were dedicated solely to tease him. He truly had you all for himself right now.

And it was driving him crazy.

“Mohohohortal! Cease this ahahahahat once!” he cackled. “It’s ahahahahan ordeheher!”

“Oh?” you smiled in a made that made his insides tingle, “I don’t think you’re in any position to make that call~”

Your thumbs dug into his hipbones that made him arch his back as he let out a loud screech and followed by a stream of guffaws. You laughed along with him, and it almost made this torture worth it.

Worth it, not more bearable.

“Plehehehease, no more! I surrender!” he laughed as he clumsily slapped your forearm in what he had learned was a sign of giving up.

“Wait, seriously” you asked, a bit surprised that you had actually gotten to him.

“Yehehehes, please, I yieheheheld!”

And thank gods it worked. You immediately stopped tickling him and helped him sit back up.

“You okay there?” you smiled at him, and his only response was tackling you to try getting some well-deserve revenge.

Ever since that night you had tormented every once in a while, by tickling him silly whenever you felt like it. But somehow you always had the decency to make it behind closed doors, where no one could see him laughing like an idiot at the mercy of a mortal simply tickling him. And… laying on your bed at late hours was very much worth it, the books he brought to read for you could always wait.

Loki and you chatted for a few hours and soon you sober up enough which relaxed Loki enough, but he noticed your conversation turned more melancholic, contrasting with your grumpy drunk rant earlier. You talked about your family, old jobs, and a department you owned before moving in on the compound.

“Can I tell you something funny?” you smiled sadly, and he nodded. “I miss being ticklish.”

“Well darling, I think that’s been enough alcohol for you.” Loki said as he grabbed the bottle and made it vanish away from you.

“I mean it!” you laughed.

“You’re insane.”

“It’s… I used to laugh so easy… Now every poke, every squeeze, every jab…” you poked your side and your finger sunk in your skin. “It’s… I don’t know… absorbed? I don’t feel anything like I used to.”

He remembered, the time you tickled him silly, how he attempted to get revenge, and how poorly it ended for him.

He latched his hands to your sides and squeezed you thoroughly. He crawled his hands over your belly, he pinched your ribs, and skittering his fingers under your arms. He experimented on every inch of your body.

But at most you gave him a soft breathy laugh, more amused than ticklish induced.

“Sorry Loki, I’m not that ticklish” you smiled trying to be apologetic, but you seemed more amused.

Your armed stretched and wrapped in circles around his bicep to pin his arm upward and still stretched enough to reach and tickle under his arm.

Needless to say, this time he didn’t get a break so easily.

“I doubt there is any actual downside to being the way you are” Loki encouraged you, “I’d give anything to not be… you know…”

“Cripplingly ticklish?” you smiled and elbowed his side making his face flush.

Norns, where had the days gone when he used to be a charming silver-tongued flirt? He used to be swooning men, women, and mythical beings alike, but your silly teasing for some reason had him blushing like a young boy.

“I-It’s… not how I would have phrased that…”

“I would” you cut him off with a giggle and poked his ribs, making him jump and barely hold back a squeak. A squeak.

“Right… Nowhere near the point I was trying to make” he sighs.

“I know… I just miss that intimacy” you sighed.

“What do you mean?”

“I don’t know, tickling was fun when I was little, it’s a nice way of being close to others” you sighed as you rested your head against his shoulder. “And I wish I could have that. Usually I get «no, it’s unfair since you’re not ticklish» and well… No more fun for me.”

Close to others.

He gulped at the warmth of your body as you leaned on him. His heart was racing, his hands were sweaty, his face was burning, he felt a knot in his throat and his breath was hitching.

“Tickle me then.”

“What did you say?!”

What did he say?!

Loki had been through the toughest training regimes growing up, he’d been deadly injured in battle countless time before he even turned 1000 years old, he’d withstand the most merciless tortures, and had been clinically dead more than once. But ever since he was little the one thing he couldn’t stand, was getting tickled. It was so bad to the point where the only people who could tickle him were his parents and Thor… who also had the advantage of being about three times stronger than Loki.

He remembered vividly the last time he was tickled past his limit he had lost control of his magic and unintentionally sent Thor to the healing room for two days (although he had been too proud to admit it had been an accident). The fact that you had left your last encounter tickling him unscathed was a miracle.

“Are you serious?” you asked him, looking at him suspiciously.

Truthfully, he didn’t know if he was. He was so convinced he hated being tickled, that he couldn’t understand why the idea actually felt… Exciting? Appealing? He tried convincing himself it was just the idea of having your hands on him.

“Yes, how bad can it really be?” Loki nearly wanted to die when he felt his voice crack in nervousness, and he had to clear his throat. “You’re just a human, after all.”

“Oh, is that so?” you chuckle. “Mm, I might take you on that offer then.”

You squeezed his side and his breath hitched.

“W-Wait, don’t!” he gasped and grabbed your hand.

“Oh, here better?” you grinned and used your other hand to squeeze above his knee, which made him jolt and grab your other hand by reflex.

“Gods, you do not make this easy” he chuckled softly.

“We don’t have to do this if you’re not comfortable” you smiled genuinely. “I still appreciate the intention.”

The disappointed look on your face was all the motivation he needed, he pulled you towards him and sat facing you, guiding your hands to his sides as he felt his face burning. How terminally insane had he gone?

“Do it before I change my mind” he said firmly.

“Pfft!” you giggled, “You’re crazy.”

“It would seem so” he smiled. “Let’s get this over with…”

You chuckled and you started skittering your fingernails along his sides. Loki’s jaw tensed immediately as he felt his lips started twitching upward.

“Aww… you’re so ticklish, Loki” you smiled as you kept tracing your fingers up and down his sides, from his hips to his upper ribs. “It’s so charming.”

He cursed his choice of wardrobe today, and Midgardian fashion in general, he could have used a good layer of his Asgardian leather armors. Now a cotton shirt and black jeans served him very little as your finger tormented his sides.

And he was starting to giggle already.

“Yohohohou’re such a pehehehehest!”

“C’mon… it is pretty cute how you laugh,” you smiled, “your voice is so deep but your giggles are so light.”

“I’m nohohohot cute! Hehehe- Hey! Dohohohn’t touch thehehehere!” he giggled when your hands wiggled towards the sides of his belly.

“Oh, your pwetty tummy is so ticklish, isn’t it?” you cooed doing bloody baby talk, “You so cute~”

“Stohohohohop!” he guffawed. “Do nohohot patronize mehehehe!”

He hated how well you had learned how sensitive his stomach was. You had tickled him about three times total prior to this peak of insanity, but the weak spot that was his entire abdomen didn’t go unnoticed from the first time.

“I’m sorry, it’s so hard not to tease you when you have such a cute way of laughing.”

“I’m nohohohohot! Stop sahahaying that!” he protested between laughs.

“You should see yourself” you smiled at him. “The way you scrunch up your nose and stick your tongue out ever so slightly is so endearing!”

“Shuhuhuhut up!” he laughed as he bent over to try protecting his belly from your fingers.

You were being so gentle to him, simply skittering your fingers over his shirt. Being anyone else, that might have just gotten a few giggles out, but he was so ridiculously ticklish, especially there. That this delicate taunt to the skin had him hysterical.

“No mohohohore!” he pleaded, “Not thehehehere!”

“Not where?” you asked innocently. “Here?”

And you poked gently over the patch of skin right below his navel.

“Cuhuhut it out! Gehehet away from my stomahahahach!” he cackled, “I’m behehegging you!”

For some reason you decided to listen and move from his gut, moving to poke and knead his ribs, even doing those unbearable ticklish pinches around him.

You had a hellish ability to have him in stitches.

It kept going for a while, you would explore a spot, have him giggling like a child and then move onto the next to start over, not giving him a chance to get used to any sensation or spot.

“Dahahahahahahahaharling, plehehease!” he laughed, “thahahat’s so bahahahad!”

Seemingly that phrased worked and it stopped you giving him the chance to catch his breath, he placed a hand over his chest, feeling it rise and fall as he tried refilling his lungs with air.

“You little imp!” Loki panted “I was being so nice to you!”

“So was I” you smiled, “I’ve tickled you before, you know how bad it can be.”

Surely you were right, but the way you said it, almost like a promise, made Loki’s cheeks flare up, not that it would’ve been noticeable given how his face was flushed from laughing.

“You’re a menace” he chuckled, as he ruffled your hair “How come I’ve grown so fond of a little nuisance like yourself?”

“What can I say? I’m irresistible like that” you laughed as you rested your head against his arm.

He chuckled as he felt a lingering warmth spreading from where you were resting against his arm to his chest.

“Maybe you are” he sighed with a smile. If only you knew.

“Loki… can I ask you something?” you looked up at him.

“What is it?”

“Are you happy… living here?” you asked. “Or… have you never thought of running away?”

His face darkened. It made sense, but the idea of you thinking of him as a potential traitor stung worse than every awful thing said to or by him in stupid fights with Thor or his parents when the arguments got heated.

“Why do you ask?”

“Well, you lived in a castle, with luxury, prestige, fame and power” you spoke, “isn’t this too little for you? Don’t you feel trapped?”

Now that reasoning he didn’t expect. He smiled at you fondly.

“You make me sound like a spoiled brat” he chuckled.

“Aren’t you?” you chuckled.

“Of course not, I am the epitome of humility” he claimed, making you laugh. “But… answering to your question… I used to feel trapped, every day I’d be plotting my escape, how to make my great escape.”

“And we won't hear a word they say…” you chuckled.

“What?” he smiled.

“Nothing, The Great Escape is a song, continue” you smiled.

“And trust me… at first… I tried, they didn’t take long to catch me analyzing their security systems and patrolling schedules in a chance to sneak out. I was given so many last warnings and caused Thor so much trouble. Until… eventually I realized… I had nowhere to run to” Loki spoke sadly, “And eventually I stopped trying, this was all I had, and I had to make the best of it. At least my brother was around…”

“Aw, so you do care about Thor” you smiled as you nudge his side.

“I did not say that, and you are not to tell him that” Loki spoke in a fake seriousness. “His ego is big enough as it is.”

“Oh, you’re criticizing him about his big ego.” You laughed, and Loki’s heart fluttered, “You should tell him, he would be very happy that his little brother loves him.”

“Perhaps I will one day” Loki smiled, resting his cheek on the top of your head. “Now, as I was saying before I was so rudely interrupted…”

“Diva” you muttered under your breath, making Loki chuckle.

“…Eventually I resigned to living here,” he continued. “And one day, the Incorporation of Mutant Program was introduced.”

“I’m still not over the fact that we were named the IMPs” you laughed, making Loki snicker.

“Are you kidding? That was the only thing I considered salvageable of you all at the time.” Loki joked, earning a poke on the ribs from you, “…Among the other Avengers I was requested to instruct the recruits. Which I refused to do.”

“And then you met me” you smiled.

“And then I met you.” Loki agreed. “Which made it all more bearable, you at least provided me with some challenge and entertainment.”

“That’s a really twisted way to say you like me” you chuckled.

If you only knew…

“Would you believe me if I said I did?”

“That’s fair.”

The triggered something in him, a moment of bravado that made him want to risk everything and tell you.

“Are you sure of that?” he asked, as he gently placed a finger under your chin, and pulled for you to look at him. “Even if I said you drive me completely crazy?”

Oh, the look of shock that adorned your now blushing features was delicious.

“Even if I said that I think about you on every waking moment, and that just for the sake of that smile of yours I’d withstand the most barbarous tortures… That for the longest time now you’ve had my heartstrings wrapped around your fingers, playing me like a puppet at your will just for the sake of you one day maybe looking at me the way I look at you.”

“What…? Wh— L-Loki… I— you—!” you stuttered.

Your face was red, but you didn’t seem repelled by his confession. Thank goodness. He thought maybe giving you some time to organize your words was the best thing he could do.

“Why me?” you finally asked.

“Why not?”

“I’m not particularly strong, powerful or attractive” you stated. “Even among just the other recruits.”

“I beg to differ, it takes a lot to render a god helpless like you did earlier.”

“Because you allowed me to” you retorted.

“Because I am crazy about you” Loki said gently.

“Why?”

“You’re stubborn, you get on my nerves all the time, you question and defy my authority every chance you have, and you have no fear of the consequences of crossing a god, especially one with my history.” Loki chuckled. “That takes a lot of courage.”

You smiled at him shyly, and oh gods, the amount of self-control it took not to tackled you and kiss the daylights out of you was ridiculous.

“You are funny, and witty, you have these innocent eyes that make me want to blindly believe you every time you pull one of your stupid pranks on me.”

“And you fall every time” you smiled as the pink shade returned to your cheeks.

“I fall every time” he whispered with a gentle nod. “I fall every time you smile, every time you laugh and every time you look at me as if I was someone interesting and worth getting to know better.”

“You are worth getting to know better… Hell, you’re worth risking a friendship for…”

“Risking a friendship— Mmph?!”

Before he could process what you had done he was already melting against your lips that were sweetly pressed against his.

He felt your fingers sneaking behind him, brushing gently against his neck, which made him laugh softly against the kiss before they continued their journey to his head, where they started playing with his hair in a way that caused him to swoon. In return he placed his hands on the small of your back, brushing his thumbs against you.

And you let out a giggle.

“What was that?” he asked amused.

“W-Wait, do it again!” You smiled brightly.

Loki smiled and brushed his fingers gently across your back and you let out a little giggle.

“It tickled!” You exclaimed.

“Oh did it…?” he smiled and experimented by gently scratching your sides and belly, just soft caresses with his blunt nails over your skin.

And you were giggling like a happy kid.

“Would you look at that…” Loki taunted you. “The little springy mortal is ticklish after all.”

You just rested against his chest as he tickled you, not protesting or squirming at all, just happy giggles. He supposed it made sense, pokes, squeezes, and jabs did nothing, but your skin was still sensitive enough to react to caresses, and it turned out it was all he needed. He took his sweet time exploring every little spot on your body that made you giggle.

Perhaps tickling was fun after all.

| Masterpost |

[dragon-chica]

Simon Aumar and his Bard

Fandom: Dungeons & Dragons: Honor Among Thieves

Summary: Simon with a bard reader who keeps flirting with him, but he doesn't think they're being honest about it.

Very early on from meeting Simon, you decided he would be the one. There was just something about a clumsy sorcerer full of snark and "woe is me" that grabbed your attention.

That first conversation you used the oldest trick in the bard book and asked if he would be your muse.

He gave you an odd look, completely lost on your charming tone.

"I'd rather you didn't, enough people already know of my blunders."

Very well.

As a bard, and a good one at that, you figured making your feelings known would be simple. Right? Smooth talking, flirts, and seduction are what you're known for! Besides music of course.

You did not happen to take into consideration Simon's levels of self-hatred and low self esteem.

But! No matter, you are determined to woo and win over the object of your affections.

Somehow. Eventually.

While Simon's approach to courting is formally asking permission to do so, yours is with more flare. Pizazz.

Like offering to buy him a drink, which at first he went to decline, but figured Edgin would saddle him with the rest of the bill and thanked you for the assistance. The flirting aspect completely going over his head.

No matter, you've got this.

Once on a job, Edgin had the brilliant plan of needing someone to pose as a married couple.

You volunteered Simon and yourself immediately.

He was full of blunders the entire evening but you charmed anyone who came by, telling them about your husband and relationship (hinting to how it could be.)

And at the end of the night linked your arm with his to go celebrate a job well done and told him "We made a pretty good couple, eh Darling?" which you called him all through the con.

Heat rushed to the tips of his ears and he very pointedly ignored your comment. You take that as a good sign and tug him along.

You crack and decide to ask him, officially, if he'd be willing to let you court him. Doric tells you to also give a list of "reasons you'd be a suitable spouse" like he did for her.

"Very funny, I get it. Thanks for doing your research." He thinks you're joking, mocking his rejection and refuses to hear you out.

Always walking or riding alongside him so you can chat, often complimenting him on his magic or anything else, from his cute smile to his pointed ears.

He tends to roll his eyes and tell you to quit playing around, and walk a little faster. But you match his speed again and he accepts defeat.

When you outright flirt with him, from cheesy words to raunchy pick up lines, he will go from flustered to irritated at you for 'practicing on him' and stomp away.

It's painfully obvious to everyone else how smitten you are with the sorcerer, and they try to assist you.

The tavern you're staying at "not having enough rooms" and suddenly you and Simon MUST stay in a room together. That happens to only have one bed. (Thank you Edgin.)

You write ballads and sing your little thoughts about him through the day, and still he is completely unaware of your feelings.

"They do that about all of us, it doesn't mean anything."

"They literally have never done that for anyone but you." - Doric

Finally being exasperated and just kissing him after a skin of your teeth success in battle, slamming your lips to his once and for all and if it ends in rejection to be it, but he'd better understand.

He takes far too long to realize what you've done and attempts to kiss back but you're already pulling away, not noticing how he tries to follow your lips.

You await his response, bracing for the worst while he just stares bewildered until Holga shouts at him to do something.

"You like me." his eyes are wide, and breathless. "YOU LIKE ME?"

"Yeah. I've been pretty clear about that."

"SINCE WHEN?"

"Literally the first time I saw you. And mentioned it almost every day since."

He's flabbergasted. Stunned silent. Takes a punch on the shoulder to even get him walking again.

On the way back, covered in grime from battle and thoroughly in need of some rest and healing he falls in line beside you, usually what you do to him.

"Does this mean-" his voice cracks and he clears his throat "Does this mean that we would be- do we court each other now? Are you interested in that? Have terms to the idea of it?"

You've won the war so now you get to be irritated with him too. "I don't know Simon, are we? You didn't seem to keen on allowing me to do so before."

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How long? (Part 3)

Leon x F!Reader

Words: 2,554 Contains: Fluff, Comfort, Cute Husband Leon, Killing Lycan.

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Waiting outside Room 9, you stand with the folders to your chest, eyes locking with Leons once he closed the door and turns towards you.

"What was that all about?" You ask with one brow raised, your body language telling Leon he better not lie because you would call him out immediately.

"I was asking if you could be put here in the office for a couple of years." He shrugged, fingers fiddling with the cuffs of his sleeves.

You sigh through your nose, closing your eyes as your posture becomes less authoritative. "Leon, I appreciate you trying, but we both know it's for nothing." You say giving him a sad smile. Things may be different when you were showing, but right now, you were still the governments lapdog and they didn't care about this kind of thing. Not with mass Bioterrorism at stake. You reach out to him and point a finger on his chest, curious as to why your finger was there he looks down. Bringing your finger up to flick his nose you then turn away.

"Come on, big guy. We have a plane to catch." You sniggered, feeling proud that you had just got Leon S. Kennedy with the oldest trick in the book. Albeit you did it on rare occasions so when you would actually trick him he wouldn't be expecting it.

Leon rubs his nose as he watches you walk towards the hallway you had only just walked down. Taking a slightly different rout to the front of the building your car ride was waiting for you, Leon opening the door for you he slides in after.

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Some small banter is had on your way towards the airport, talking about what you think the meals will be on the flight and teasing Leon on whether he will sleep on the plane or not. You made it through customs with no dramas, unlike last time when they had a new security guard who didn't know your faces. He had taken you both to a room and not believing your documentation from the President allowing you to carry your weapons. Neither of you blamed the poor boy, he didn't seem to have been taught about federal agents, especially not your kind. Why would he? The government tried to cover up what you dealt with anyway.

He didn't seem to be there today, you would have liked to say hello to him, because he was such a cute kid after all. Fresh eyed, loved his job. What you wouldn't give to enjoy what you did and have that much energy again.

You and Leon were always in business class, there would be rare moments when you wouldn't be. Not that you or Leon minded being in economy, you had both been in far more uncomfortable situations in your life. It made economy seem like heaven sometimes. Once in the air Leon had taken the folders and was going through everything, making sure he wasn't missing out on any information Hunnigan may have left out. She was good at her job though, and hardly any of the information had been left out by her during their briefing.

The plane was now dark, your seat laid back in a semi-reclined position, Leon had the light shining on him from above, going over the reports. Chris had never said he was dealing with something this big, they could have helped much earlier if he had just let them know. Though his friend had been acting distant lately, not that he blamed him with all the men he had lost over the years. Now dealing with this new Mold on his own though? It was too much pressure for just a small squad, no matter how skilled they may be.

"Leon?" Your voice croaked out as you sat up, your hand gently resting on his forearm.

Turning to you he placed the reports on the table in front of him, a hand coming to rest over yours. "What's wrong?" His eyes searched your features.

"You should get some sleep before we land, who knows how long it may be until we get to have a rest." You say with a worried look in your eyes. You could tell he hadn't got any with how dark and bloodshot his eyes were. "Your poor old man eyes need rest."

Leon could only huff a chuckle at your calling him old. "Fine. I'm just wondering why Chris never told us, we could have brought this to the President's attention sooner." He said packing everything up and placing it in a small carry-on bag you both shared.

"I'm not sure. We've spoken with him in the past year, right?" You were sure you had spoken with him a few months ago and don't remember him mentioning anything about the job he was working on.

Leon gives a nod and reclines his own seat back to meet yours, pulling his arm rest up to hide between the seats so you could snuggle into his side. Resting your head on his bicep as he holds you close. "I think he just wants to keep distant, probably doesn't want to see any more people he knows in the ground."

"I suppose... Men." You scoff.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Leon turned his head to you.

"You're all the same, letting your personal emotions get the better of you. You try to be tough so no one else gets hurt, but in the end you are the ones who break from pressure." You elaborate. Leon turns his head to look back up at the ceiling, the loud humming of the engines further back in the plane making a calming white noise. You were right, painfully accurate too. You pull your arm from being pinned at your chest and rest it over Leon's, his own hand coming to rest over yours, his fingers curling under your palm. Now that his mind was slightly stiller than the past few hours it started to hit him.

Hearing him sniff and chest under your hand jump slightly, your neck lifts up with alarm. "Why are you crying?" Your words weren't THAT impactful, surely?

"I'm gonna be a dad." He sobbed silently, his hand that was holding yours rests over his eyes.

You couldn't help the wide smile that pulls on your lips, your hand now rubbing over his chest to comfort him. "Yeah.. You are."

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Over the few more hours you had in the air, Leon did actually sleep. Not much, but it was enough to make you happy he had rest in his body. Breakfast was served on the plane, but Leon also grabbed something from inside the airport. You had a rental car waiting for you to take from the airport's parking lot. You drove while Leon gave you directions, you don't know if you could handle looking at something in a moving car right now.

Heading deep into the mountains, sometimes making your own path as the ground was littered with snow and a road wasn't always visible. Finally coming to a stop. "I think this is as far as we can get..." You say leaning on the steering wheel, looking around at all the dead, black trees that were a stark contrast to the pure white snow on the ground and currently falling from the sky.

"Yeah. I think you're right." Leon starts to fold up the map and puts on gloves as he opens the door and walks around to your side. You were also currently putting on gloves, turning the key in the car, but leaving it in the ignition. Opening your door, Leon holds out his hand for you to take, not wanting you to slip on the fresh snow. Taking your husband's hand not thinking anything of it, as he had done this action more times than you could count. But it doesn't go unthanked.

"Thanks. We should see if we can get in touch with Hunnigan while we are here. See if the comms work and if she can patch us through to Chris?" You say stepping aside for Leon to close the door as you rug your jacket around your body, pulling the string around your waist tight.

Reaching his hand to his left ear the piece in your own ringing. "Condor and Owl to Roost, Do you copy?"

"Roost to Condor and Owl, What's your sitrep?" Her voice responds in both of your left ears.

"We are as far into the mountains as we can drive, we believe we're close to HWS' base of operations. Do you think you can patch us through to their Alpha?" Leon asks turning on a torch and looking through the dark forest, keeping you in the corner of his eye as you walk ahead slightly.

You shine your torch around, the light only reflecting off the snow, making you shine it up further into the trees. You see something reflect, causing you to double back over it, your hand reaching for your gun strapped to the side of your right leg. You weren't fast enough as it was already on top of you. Large hands around your throat push you to the soft snow you were shin deep in.

"HRK!!" Your body automatically lets out as you were buried. Leon pulling his own gun out and aiming carefully, he couldn't see you, but assumed you were under this thing's body. Shooting at it's head the male-like creature leaps off you and was about to launch itself at Leon when it's head was shot at again with an assault rifle. Turning his head to the side he saw a dark figure standing in the snow, lowering the weapon.

He puts a hand to his ear. "Yeah.. I found them."

"Chris, good timing, as always." Leon said walking over the body and to you who was sitting up out of the snow. Spitting and brushing away to frozen water off your already chilled face.

"Are you alright?" Leon asked bending down and lifting you to your feet. This earned a head tilt and squint from Chris, walking over to meet the both of you.

"Has she suddenly become fragile?" Chris points out, normally he would have let you stand up yourself. Ask if you were okay and then that would be it, but he had actively helped you to your feet. Were you injured and needed help?

"Yes, well.. No? Um.."

"I'm pregnant, not a percaline doll, Leon." You say brushing off your dark coat.

"Pregnant? Congrats, but what are you doing here then?"

"My job." You seemed to have had enough at the moment, tired and then being shoved in the snow by the throat, not a good start. You search for your gun that had slipped from your hand from being too slow to draw it, slamming your boot into the head of the creature as you pass it. Just to get your frustration out.

Both Leon and Chris wince at the action, Chris raising his brows to Leon who just shrugged a silent answer. "Have you spoken to the head of your organisation?" Chris asked Leon, who's hands rest on his hips at the question.

"Yeah.. He won't allow her to work in the office, I'll have to notify the president when I see him next."

"Why are you making the decisions for me?" You asked placing your gun in it's holster on your leg. "But I think it's the best bet we have of keeping it in me that way." Yes, you wanted to make the decision yourself, but Leon was right. You needed to be keeping your baby safe, not out on the field. Right now though, you had a job to do, and you intended on doing it.

Chris takes the both of you to their small camp, a few tents set up. One with medical supplies and a medic, two with bedding and a fourth with a scientist working on samples the team would acquire from the creatures and any Mold or parasite they would come across. A fire in the middle had 3 of his squad sitting around, eating some stew that hung beside the flames.

"Help yourself to some food." Chris offered as he sat down on a stump, picking up his own bowl he had placed aside once getting Hunnigan's call. "I was only notified a few hours ago that you had landed to help out."

You nod as Leon makes himself at home, picking up a bowl and starting to ladle stew into it. "We were recently notified of what was going on here as well, seems like you found more of the Mold, correct?" You asked sitting down beside the fire to warm up.

"Yeah, we traced it back to here, and to a new threat who calls herself Mother Miranda." Chris explains. "We've been keeping close tabs on the Winters family, as well as Miranda. Ethan and Mia seem to be doing fine, their baby Rose, is the one we have been keeping tabs on."

"The baby? Why her?" Leon asked, sitting down beside you with his food.

"Miranda has had this sick obsession to bring her own daughter back, we found a lab with her own research and personal files. With being infected by the Mold previously, we suspect she would try targeting their offspring as a perfect candidate."

You were silent for a while, watching the flames dance in the darkening light. The moon obscured by the clouds still letting the snow fall. It made sense she would want to be going after the baby if that was the case. "We will be checking in on the family tomorrow morning, I would like both of you to come. Maybe you could help us pick up some of this mess?"

"That's why we were sent here." You nod standing up and placing a hand on Leon's shoulder, using him to step over the log you were sitting on. "I'm going to head to bed." You state as you make your way towards the tent you and Leon had a sleeping bag each. Luckily they had many spare supplies. Taking off your boots you slip into the sleeping bag, it took a little while for it to warm up to your body temperature. Huddled in a ball you were soon accompanied by your husband, being silent in case you were asleep.

"This Miranda sounds like a handful, huh?" You speak up.

"Sorry, didn't mean to wake you." Leon apologised as he snuggles up beside you, hoping to share his body warmth with you.

"I wasn't asleep." You say rolling to your back, your head turned towards Leon.

"You okay? You didn't eat anything."

"I just didn't feel hungry. You need to stop worrying about me, honey."

"I know.." Leon cranes his neck to press a kiss to your cool tipped nose. "I just don't like the fact that you're here."

"I know... Neither do I. But it sounds like if we can take down this Miranda bitch, and get rid of any parasite we should be golden."

"Let's hope it's that easy." Leon said snuggling into his sleeping bag, laying on his side facing you. You snuggle into his front, both of you falling asleep quickly after warming up.

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