#I'm sure he sleeps in the strangest positions

[himlis]

this bro is literally me

[blackbat05]

Fate

Adam Warlock x Reader

Plot: Who knew a mundane activity could help you to develop a new bond in the strangest of ways?

Genre: PG-13 (Mentions of public attack, please do not read if it triggers you)

A/N: I have no idea why but I suddenly decided to try writing for Adam Warlock! Honestly, Will Poulter caught my eye way back in maze runner (yes I know) and I hope he does well! The movie isn't out yet so I'm leaving a lot to my creativity here. If you like it, do reblog! Feedback is greatly appreciated! Also, if you do like my work and if you can, do tip here!

Tired.

You were so very tired. Yet you were so restless. Somehow the sage advice from your mother rang loud in your ears despite the grueling schedule you had just gone through today.

An exercise will do you some good.

Cursing under your breath, you prepared to head out in your workout gear. As they say, the starting is always the hardest.

Getting into a rhythm with the music, you started on your usual route. Shoes pounding the pavement, you let yourself feel the burn on your thighs.

Sure, you despised running. If there was an easier way, you would take it without a doubt. But there were upsides to it as well.

Such as the fresh air, the familiar scent of spring, and freshly baked croissants mixed together.

It was definitely not the man that you ran face-first into.

As you collide with him, you almost bounce off right into the parked car at the side of the pavement. Bracing for the impact, you didn't expect a pair of arms to wrap you by the waist.

"Are you alright? I mean, did I hurt you? That's what Quill told me to say if I offended someone." The man mumbled the last part loud enough for you to hear. You can't help but be amused at his choice of words. Standing back upright, you're able to take a better look at the man- scratch that.

You were looking at a god.

His skin was unbelievably golden as if it was kissed by the sun. It certainly didn't help that his chiseled features were staring at you unabashedly with piercing eyes.

Snapping out of your stupor, you nod a little too fast for your liking. You allow your eyes to run, hovering over his figure, wondering how hard you must have run into him to almost get a concussion.

Or was it the other way around?

Get your head out of the gutter.

"I wouldn't say you offended me. I wasn't really watching where I was going either." You gave your most amicable smile. To your slight disappointment, the man seems to be lost in thought as he stares beyond you.

Get real and get your arse moving. You have no business with him anyway, he's just some stranger whom you bumped into-

You attempt to sidestep him to continue your journey when he grabs you once more right as a blast throws the two of you back onto the ground.

Ears ringing, you realize the man's trying to rouse you from your shock. All you can see is chaos as people around you run frantically for shelter.

Carrying you away from the open, he gently places you down. You struggle to get your hearing back but you know what he's trying to tell you.

"Stay here."

Before you can argue, he leaves the temporary shelter he found for you and walks into the open. Just what was he thinking?

"Are you mad! You'll get yourself killed!" You screamed enough for your throat to go hoarse.

The man looks over his shoulder, an unreadable expression on his face. And then, the unbelievable happens.

Eyes glowing bright yellow, he leaps into the adjacent building with frightful speed, crashing the windows on his way through. A flash of bright light and soon enough, the assault on the streets stops.

You don't realize how hard you're trembling until a hand rests on your shoulder. You are now looking at a woman with big black eyes and antennas attached to her head staring at you curiously.

"Go to sleep."

***

You jolt with shock, panting wildly. What kind of a crazy dream was that? You were positive you were going insane with all the recent stress.

Wait... this wasn't your house. Why did you feel like you were on a moving spaceship?

Scrambling out of the covers, you press the button, planning a great escape. You see a knife discarded at the entrance. Yeap. You had to get out of here.

Arming yourself with the weapon, you creep out of the room and make your way to the front of whoever kidnapped you. As you inch forward, you could hear hushed voices trying to climb over each other at once.

"What were you thinking Adam? I mean I'm reckless but this is a whole new level! What if someone saw you?"

"Reckless is an understatement. You should have seen Quill, he was a hot mess."

"Not now Rocket! Drax can you check on sleeping beauty? The mechanics should have worked by now."

At the mention of what you presume to be you, you raise your knife and make the most intimidating face you can conjure at this moment.

"Somebody has three seconds to tell me what I'm doing on a flying spaceship or I'll cut someone's head off. Trust me, I can be pretty mean with this knife."

You see the man- Adam as you have learned staring at you along with the rest. Seeing how no one was making their move, you advance forward, holding the knife to his throat.

To your shock, Adam smirks, pushing away the tip of the knife with his ring finger without breaking eye contact with you. "Drax, you should really keep an eye on your stuff you know."

Another man with a hulking figure and dark green skin shrugs helplessly. "Sorry."

The third man in a red leather jacket rushes over to stop the altercation. "Please put the knife down. We have not kidnapped you. In fact, we haven't left Earth yet. Remember the blast? My name is Peter Quill and if you would we can explain everything to you."

You turn your attention to him, letting Peter continue.

You can't believe your ears- that have now been equipped with some sort of alien tech, courtesy of the talking raccoon that was tinkering away at the control panels, oblivious to the absurdity of it all.

"The blast affected your hearing and Adam bought you here to get it fixed. It may be a little weird but you feel comfortable in no time."

You nod numbly, trying to process this information. "Can I speak to Adam in private please?"

Peter nods, ushering the others who seemed eager to stay. Once the doors to the smaller rooms had slid shut, you approached the man.

"I appreciate what your team has done but I don't get it. Why did you help me? You could have just left me."

Adam pauses and for a split second, you're positive that he's almost zoning out on you.

"You were concerned about me. No one was ever concerned for me before."

You frown at his admission, silently sitting beside him.

“Well, I don’t know what you went through but you deserve every bit of concern. Even if you can fly through buildings and practically indestructible.” You hold his hand to which causes him to freeze momentarily.

But you don’t let go. Instead, you wait for him. Confused, Adam slowly interlocks his fingers with yours before holding it tighter. He looks at you, as if to seek your approval.

“Thank you Adam. Thank you for saving me.”

Your intimate moment was broken by his team as they stumbled out of the room, a lopsided grin on Quill’s face that you choose to ignore. Even so, Adam doesn’t let go of your hand.

“Well then! I hope that settles everything. I’m so sorry but we really must get going. And I’m not going to be accused of kidnapping another human into space.”

You blushed apologetically to which the rest of the team accepts good naturally with the exception of the raccoon whom which you were still weirded out by to be honest.

Walking down the steps, you see Adam slowly trailing behind you, hesitant to leave to god knows where. You see that he’s struggling to form his words, so you decide to take the lead.

“If you come back to Earth again, I’ll be happy to show you around.”

He blinks at your offer, breaking into a smile. “I’ll love that.” Adam strides over to you, giving you a last goodbye hug before getting back into the jet, leaving his lingering trace of his embrace.

You can’t explain it but as you watch the jet soar into the skies, you feel like you will see him again very soon.

Just like your first encounter, it would be fate.

[yourlocalstranger123]

Hi!idk if your requests are still open but can you write about the demon brothers(obey me!) Getting comforted by MC after a nightmare?ofc if they aren't open you can ignore my request!thx in advance

Obey me! [Brothers]

~♥︎Comfort♡~

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Lucifer

As always, he works quite late. Exhausted, he fell on the bed. Not even bothering to change his clothes to more comfortable clothes.

After a few hours, you came in to check up on him but seeing his tired state you decided to make him move into a more suitable position and put the blankets over him. You tried to walk out but almost stumbled when Lucifer grabbed your hand.

"No...no, no no...!" His grip getting tighter, it was starting to get painful too. You slightly shook him to wake him up.

"Luci?...Are you alright? You can talk to me if you want." Due to his exhausted state, he didn't have any energy to put up with his pride and slithered his hands to your waist. He didn't say anything, silently sobbing onto your chest as he didn't dare to let go.

"Shhhh....it's ok, everything is ok. Let it all out." Soothing him, stroking his hair. You stayed still for a while until he fell asleep.

The next day, you both were doing things as if it hadn't happened. Although now you have Lucifer knocking on your door to come in and lay in bed with you. Slowly sinking into your warmth as you comfort him.

"You are my pride and...I love you, darling/[name]"

Mammon

@moonartz123 (sorry if you didn't allow people to use it. I just found your art on Pinterest since I couldn't find any other 😅 if you are not comfortable I will take the picture down and use a different one.)

Although sometimes he does come to you with silly little nightmares like Goldie being taken away by Lucifer. But this one is different, he came up balling in tears. Just putting his head on your lap as you do homework. As he tells you his nightmare. You kissed his forehead to Soothe his panic as his breathing starts to get more stable.

You slept with him through the night. Later you have an avatar of greed clinging to you. Hugging behind you, putting his head on your shoulder, etc. He smiles at you when you didn't shoo him off.

"I think I already found a new treasure. It's you and only you [name]"

Levi

Credit: obey me lol

You were on your phone doing etc. Suddenly you got a text message from Levi to come to him. You thought it was probably playing video games since it is pretty common for him to invite you at the strangest time.

You knocked on the door quietly to not wake up the others. He swings the door open and grabs you in his room. He doesn't let go so you just guide him to his bed. (Aka his bathtub) ....he ripped his pillows. (Not the ruri-chan one. The normal ones)

You did not feel comfortable sleeping with your head on a body pillow so you just decided today was the day you broke the neck for the sake of his comfort.

Later he got embarrassed and avoided you, not because of the nightmare. More like he was sleeping on top of you. Now he can't look you in the eyes for a few weeks.

"No way! Me, A yucky Otaku!....although I do wish to do it again with you so don't do it to others and only me [name]!"

Satan

I'm pretty sure this one is from obey me too.

You only came to him when you heard a loud

*Boom!*

It was Satan. Hah....I guess you'll pay since you didn't want Lucifer have extra paper work to get that fix-

"What's wrong Satan?" He looked up to you as he softens. He walked up to you and launched at you. You fell to the floor. It didn't really hurt though. You got up and carried/led him to your room where you got a cat who was injured but almost fully healed.

*Flashback*

"Seriously Satan?" You mentally smacked your forehead "you want me to keep the cat you found that is injured because Luci has a high chance of finding it?"

"Yes. I am serious! Just...for me? Please??"

'....damn those cat eyes of his!-' (also the cats too)

*Back to present*

"Satan...you can't cling to me while holding onto the cat." His face shows in disbelief.

(More like pouting.)

Later you guys slept on the bed while the cat was in Satan's arms. The next day everyone gets even MORE TERRIFIED

As he walked around with a huge eating grin. I guess his day got better.

"Thank you for calming me down, my peace/[name]"

Asmodeus

Pin/post by Envi on asmodeus obey me art

You were getting ready to get the makeup that Asmodeus requested at midnight. You saw him tremble. You softly poked his face to wake him up.

He started tearing up, wrapping his arms around your neck/waist. You sighed and just rub in a circling motion on his back. His throat was too dry so you gave him a bottle of water as you get ready and turned on the bathtub.

(Also I forgot, you are helping him with his skin care routine and makeup)

He thanked you for taking care of him. Now the rest of the day he kisses you!

Although he purposely kissed you with lipstick, and the bad thing is that it's hard to wipe off! That sly fox.

Scenario:

Bold is reader/you

"What do I need to do to comfort you?"

"F—ck me with loving s*x"

"What."

"..."

"..."

"Why do you have a rope-

HEY, WAIT‐ HELP MEEEE!"

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"I love you, my blossom/name" (you know in anime, sometimes people confess under a blossom tree)

Beel

Credit: Origarnic on DeviantArt

He knocked at your door. Hiding his face in his pillow now is soaked with tears.

You let him in. You let him hug you as long as he wants. But you asked him to let go so you can make food for him since it usually makes him cheer up. Especially your signature food.

He followed you like a lost puppy, he always felt so full when he is around you. He loved your S/F

(Signature food)

It makes him so happy, feeling the love and warmth you put in the food. Oh how he loves you, he doesn't feel empty when he's around you.

"Thank you for the food my amazing, lovingly chef/[name]" :D

Belphie

You always sleep with him but this one time you couldn't sleep with him.

He was so used to sleeping with you, so now he's just laying there frustrated. (How could you leave him like this!) So he just gave in to sleeping pills that he secretly bought in case if you can't sleep.

(Now he's using it)

That was a bad choice. You have never seen him walking so fast down the hallway. He fell on you. You felt a few tears on your shoulder but didn't mind.

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☆

Everyone was looking at you. Belphie was sleeping on your back/being carried.

Damn. You are hella strong.

"I love you, my Dream catcher"

Or

"I love you, my dreamily love/[name]"

[stolenoc]

Villainous Nights Fanfiction

Like fully two years ago I started writing a Villainous Nights AU where MC got recruited by Optimus before the Syndicate found her. I've stopped writing it, but I've always liked this scene and I'm sick of scrolling past it in my wips and being sad it won't be used, so here it is.

3500 words, MC x Juliette (Monarch & Bat too, I guess)

When I glance at the screen, it's to find an incoming call from one of my contacts- specifically, from Bat.

I'd be the first to admit I've been pretty forgetful lately- How could I not be? Thanks to all the hit and run attacks the Syndicate have been making lately, I’ve been basically working nonstop. I’m tired in a way that sleeping doesn’t even fix but, even so, I’m pretty sure I would remember saving one of the guys who are trying to kill me as a contact.

Did he like, hack into my phone and add this? Is that a thing you can do? I guess it's probably a thing he can do. His name is listed as "Bat- Just wanna talk", which is… well, it’s in character for him, if nothing else. He does like to talk.

After taking a quick, guilty glance around to make sure I'm mostly alone (I'm not strictly sure if I'd be allowed to accept calls from the people the company is actively at war with), I answer the phone, heart pounding in my ears.

"Hey, Monarch," says Bat, even now sounding as awkwardly, inappropriately casual as ever.

I scoff. It's an angry sound, and I realise that I am angry. How dare he know who I am? We had such a good thing going, the Syndicate and I. It was like a game- A high stakes game that sometimes resulted in broken bones but, you know. It felt like there was respect there.

"You might as well just use my real name," I say, and it comes out as a growl through my gritted teeth. "What's this about, dude? Just trying to scare me? Because congrats, yeah, it's working."

A sudden intake of breath. Then, "No- no, Monarch, uh... Lana. This isn't a threat- okay so, in retrospect? I can see how this-"

"Oh, it's not a threat?" I hiss. "That's funny, because I am feeling exceptionally threatened. I swear, Bat, if the Syndicate goes after my-"

"The Syndicate doesn't know who you are, Lana!" he says, cutting me off. "I do. Just me. I haven't told anyone else. I really do want to talk, just the two of us."

Well. Okay. That shuts me up. I take a moment- there's just a lot to unpack with that. Bat knows who I am, and is calling me "just to talk", and wants to keep the rest of the Syndicate out of it. I... can probably work with this.

Toning down the aggression a notch, I say, "So, what is this, then? Are you looking for a job, Bat? Should I put you through to HR? There’s a couple positions open, actually."

I regret making the joke instantly- that particular wound’s still pretty raw for me- but Bat does laugh. He says, "No, I'm good, thanks. And I'm no turncoat- the Syndicate knows I'm calling you, just not who you are."

"Wait, so you're saying that they know that you know- and they're okay with you keeping it a secret?" I ask, dubiously. "Even Murderpants McKnifeguy?"

Bat snorts. He says, "They're... well, they can't do much about it, really. I'm kinda irreplaceable? They love me for my big genius brain and stuff. But yes, Falcon is extremely pissed."

"Yeah, I bet."

"It helps that I'm kinda keeping away from them, also," he admits. "Full disclosure? Everyone's shouting at me today, it completely blows. But that's not why I'm calling you."

Even though every suspicious instinct Optimus drilled into me is telling me to hang up, to go tell Rene or someone about the intrusion, to run screaming to Juliette's apartment to make sure she's okay, I have the strangest urge to just give Bat a chance.

It's true that he's always seemed a little different to the rest of his team. He rarely makes an appearance in person, and only seems to fight under sufferance- he's treated almost like a consultant. Could he have different goals? Goals that don't involve spearing me with ice lances or burying me under tons of rock?

I say, "Okay, I'll bite. What's this about?"

"I'd like to meet with you in person," he says, after a long moment of hesitation. He quickly amends, "In costume, obviously. Both of us. We can make it look like an accident during one of your patrols."

Oh, that sounds safe. I ask, "What's wrong with talking over the phone? And also, why would I keep this a secret from Optimus?"

"I want to give you something, and I need to make sure you actually get it," he says, then he chuckles a little nervously. "And as for the secret thing… You don't have to, but I'll be meeting you alone. Ideally, Scarlet Brighid won't show up and break my spine. I'd like it if we could both trust each other, here."

Ironically, the grisly description helps me relax. He's not wrong- even if he's lying through his teeth, I'm the one with the army of megacorp superheroes as backup. But if he's telling the truth… No, I can’t risk letting Scarlet show up to do her thing. Enemy or not, I don't want the man dead.

And so, just under an hour later, I make a tiny alteration to my patrol path, with Rene's permission. I started a little late, so I'm in a little bit of a rush- the second I cut the connection with Bat, I called Juliette to make certain that she was completely fine and un-kidnapped, and I ended up soaking in the reassurance of her voice for a bit longer than I should have. I wanted so badly to just tell her why I was freaking out, but...

Well. Lying to her sucks, but lying to Rene is starting to come pretty naturally. The trick is tying the lie to something vague that they can't reasonably predict- for example, it's easy for me to just tell them that I'm 'checking out some unusual activity' as I pass the location that Bat specified, a construction site that's nice and quiet. 

It's a tall building, probably fated to be some big office space once the walls are filled in and the scaffolding ends up wherever scaffolding goes after it's finished its job. I could use it to climb to our meeting point, on the building's roof- but flying is only getting easier with each day of training. It's getting to the point that I might just stop walking altogether.

It only takes a minute, and I'm touching down on- not actually on a roof, exactly, because there's pillars sticking up all over the floor that are clearly intended to eventually hold up a ceiling. I resolve to think of it as the ‘top floor’, rather than ‘the roof.’ 

Bat's already waiting for me, far away from the building’s edge- and he's not looking so good.

"Bat? You doing alright?" I ask, feeling unexpectedly concerned as I jog to his side. He's bent over double, panting audibly even through the mask. He holds up his hands as I approach, as though to fend me off.

"I'm... good..." he says, between desperate huffs of air. "Just... just got here, too... Underestimated... hah... how long it'd take to... to climb all those stairs…"

He looks up at me, still breathing heavily. His digital faceplate displays an emoticon I haven't seen him use before- a pained expression, with a semicolon sweatdrop running down its face. 

It's only then that it really clicks with me that Bat's just.. some guy. An extremely smart 'just some guy', granted, one with an interesting power and access to a lot of very cool toys, but he's not like Scarlet, or even Marquis. He's not like the rest of the Syndicate. He's not like me. I could flatten him to paste right here, right now, without even breaking a sweat.

I swallow, hard. Somehow it hadn’t occurred to me before now that just having powers doesn’t by itself turn you into a superhero, or supervillain. When, then, had I made the change from ‘just some girl’ to ‘Monarch’?

Welp, that's a thought for the vault. I just say, flatly, "The Syndicate could really use a flier or two, huh?"

"Oh you have no idea," he says, finally straightening up. His faceplate displays anger, now, but his tone is joking as he says, "You have it so easy, you know that? You never have to touch a stair again."

"Eh, flying has its ups and downs," I say, and even stressed as I am, I can't help but giggle when Bat's faceplate goes completely blank in protest. I have to admit, he's always fun. I say, “And you seriously didn’t bring the whole gang with you?”

He looks around, demonstratively holding out his hands. “I’m the only one here, right? Paranoid much?”

The flippant response really bothers me, for some reason, and I feel that spike of anger again. I say, bitterly, “Well, I guess I have reason to be paranoid. Apparently, I’m awful at keeping secrets. For all I know, my real name is gonna be trending tomorrow.”

He swaps his digital emotion again, this time signifying laughter- but he doesn’t laugh, himself. God, I bet you could write a book on the nuances of Bat’s expressions. He says, “You? No way. You’re great at secrets."

Then, after a beat, he continues, "That is, uh- I peeped your social stuff, you know- Facebook, Twitter, Yelp reviews, etcetera. You look so normal it’s boring.”

“Then how-”

“It was, um. Kinda an accident, honestly,” he says, displaying a blush. “Don’t tell anyone, but I work at Optimus-”

“You work- what?” I interject, dumbfounded. “No, you don’t. At this point, I’m willing to bet cash that Optimus is tracking my periods- you’re not hiding nightly corporate sabotage from them.”

“Hey, does it bother you a little that your opinion of Optimus has gotten so low that you just automatically assume they’re committing unforgivable violations of privacy?”

“It bothers me plenty,” I admit, with a shrug. “It sucks, but that’s corporations for you.”

Bat shakes his head. “Wild. Anyway, I don’t get screened, for the same reason Scarlet Brighid doesn’t get screened. I’m above suspicion.”

That’s absolutely terrifying. I say, “If that’s true, then you’d have to be a board member, or something. Couldn’t you just talk to me directly?”

A big X flashes on the faceplate. Bat says, "Negative. If you think being high on the food chain means nobody will try to eat you, then you’re not suspicious enough. Case in point: I bet you didn’t even know about all the mics on your suit.”

I blink.

"My what?" I ask, genuinely mystified. "Bat, I don't have a-"

"You have thirteen microphones on you right now- I’ve been jamming them since before I called you."  Bat cuts me off, and starts pointing at seemingly random parts of my costume. "There, there, there- that zipper there’s actually got a camera in it, not that Optimus would ever use the footage for transparency-"

I bat his hand away, irritated now. I've trusted him this far, but he could easily be just talking out of his ass. I just say, "I'm still on Optimus's side, Bat, even if they're invasive and weird. If you've called me here with the exact same 'Oh, Optimus is totally evil, trust us instead' pitch Wolf’s always trying on me, then I’m gonna get back to work."

"No, that's fine. I'm not asking you to trust my word," he says easily, before pulling something out of the pouch at his waist. It's a lanyard- the same style that important guests at Optimus tend to wear. Hanging from it is a keycard. He holds it out to me, and the card dangles there between us. "I'm asking you to trust this."

I take it, and rotate it in my hands. It's just plain white plastic- I have an identical card in one of my own pouches, since Optimus doesn't exactly go around writing things like 'SECRET SUB-LEVEL SIX ACCESS' on its keycards. I ask, dubiously, "And this tells me... what? Why do I want this?"

A cheeky smile lights across Bat's faceplate. He says, "You know how I'm sorta just, all up in Optimus's business? All the time?"

I roll my eyes. "Yeah, yeah, you're super cool. You've aged Paris Optima about twenty years with all the hacking, by the way, she hates you the most."

"Ah." The smile fades, replaced by a blank darkness. "Ouch. But um, anyway, I've read most of your chat logs with her-"

"Creepy."

"-and I know you've been cautioned, repeatedly, for asking about a particular room on Basement Level 10. It's down the end of a long hallway, no number on the door? Is that ringing any bells?"

At some point I started gripping that keycard very, very tight. I look down at it now, and feel my pulse quicken with equal parts excitement and dread. I say, "You're kidding, right? Not even Scarlet Brighid gets in there, she told me herself."

"Optimas only," Bat breathes it like a prayer. He's looking at the keycard very intently- or at least, I guess he is. His face is kinda angled towards it? "All-access- or at least, close enough. The right person could do a lot of damage with that keycard."

It was pretty obviously the wrong thing to say, and the way he straightens right back up tells me he realises that too. I pocket the card, then say, shaking my head, "You know what, you're probably right. If this belongs to an Optima, I need to take it to one. Like right now."

"Lana, wait, listen-"

"Where did you even get it?" I demand, taking a step back, wary of any sudden lunges. "No, don't answer that. Do you have any idea how much trouble I'd get in if I was caught using some bigwig's access card, Bat?"

He holds out his hands, placating. His faceplate stays blank, but I can hear something like panic in his voice as he says, "Yes, yes, I do- but I don't think you do, Lana, that's the problem-"

"It's not a big mystery, my guy! I'd get fired!" 

"Fired?" Bat asks, with a laugh of disbelief. "They're not gonna- do you seriously think Optimus would fire you? The woman who can fight the entire Syndicate to a standstill on her own? You're irreplaceable, too."

Despite myself, I feel my face heat up at that description. I say, "That's... obviously a bit of an exaggeration." 

"No, it isn't." In another context, those words might be an encouragement, or flattery- but Bat says them grimly, like he just thinks it's very unfortunate for me. "But that doesn't mean you're safe from them, it just means they have some other way to control you.”

I don't know what to say to that, so we just... stand there, staring warily at each other. I've heard enough to know I should just turn around and hop right back off the building, but... something in what Bat just said jolts out an old, forgotten memory. What was it that Marquis had said? Something about Optimus wrapping around you like a parasitic vine, controlling your every movement? I doubt she meant it literally, but…

Well, even if I've been acting the part in front of the Syndicate, I'm not just some corporate bootlicker. I said I trust 'Optimus', but that's not really true. I trust people in Optimus, the ones I know. I trust Rene, and I trust Scarlet. I trust Juliette, too, more than anything. If I rotate the thought around in my mind, I can even say that investigating the company isn't really betraying those people- really, I'd just be finding proof that the company deserves them. Right?

Or maybe I'm just looking for excuses to go somewhere I've been told I can't. I think that might be it.

Bat doesn't seem to mix well with silence. He buckles under the pressure, first by plastering a few new emotions on his faceplate (He settles on a tonally inappropriate smiley face- I guess this is how he forces a smile?), and then by saying, in a rush, "Look, if you're worried about getting caught, don't be. I'd be right there with you, and I can delete you from any logs you end up in."

I quirk an eyebrow. "You'll be with me?" I ask, doubtfully. 

"I mean, uh. Digitally. You know. I'll be monitoring you, and inside the system," he says, and his mask becomes a blushy face. "And if what you find in that room doesn't convince you to listen, then... well, then we're done, I guess. But I wouldn't be here if I wasn't confident."

He closes the distance between us, and I let him. He holds out a gloved hand, and asks, "Whaddaya say? Frenemies?"

That's the last little nudge I need, and I won't pretend the fact that Bat's being a huge dork about this has nothing to do with it- I have a soft spot for dorks, as it happens. I clasp the proffered hand tight.

"Frenemies," I repeat, and we shake on that promise. A happy, pointless little thought occurs to me, and I say, “You know, if we’re ever not actively on opposite sides of a corporate war, there’s someone I’d really like to introduce you to.”

The handshake lingers, though not uncomfortably- this moment of truce is a soothing balm to the months of fighting each other, and I don’t think either of us want to be the one to end it. Plus, you know. I like Bat. We can hold hands a little if we want.

Finally, Bat’s faceplate changes- an angry face, again, though it doesn’t remotely match the cheer in his voice as he exclaims, “We’ve been frenemies for ten seconds and you’re already setting me up with someone? Is he at least cute!?”

“You have no idea,” I say, through a laugh. I let the hand drop, and fix the bright LEDs in Bat's mask with a stern glare. "But look, Bat, this isn't going to work twice. If this is just some kind of trick, I’ll…well, I won’t like you anymore.”

I meant it as a joke. There’s really nothing else I could do to him, revenge wise, or at least nothing I’d also be willing to do. And yet, Bat's response is completely sincere, his voice contrasting with the goofy, unchanged expression on his faceplate as he responds, “I know. I hope you can at least believe me when I say that I really, genuinely, do not want that.”

...Then he does change it, into a winky face, which kills the mood a little. I huff out a laugh and say, “Yeah, whatever, man. Listen, I have to go- they’re gonna wonder what I’m looking at.”

I take a few backward steps towards the edge of the roof (the building’s ‘top floor’, I correct myself internally), as Bat replies, “Yeah, it’s been a hot minute. When do you wanna do this?”

My foot lands on scaffolding, and I lean to take a peek over the edge of the building. It’s a long drop to the construction site below, maybe thirty floors. I say, “No time like the present, I guess. I’ve still got my patrol to finish- will you know when I’ve started?”

Bat shoots me a thumbs up. He says, “I can patch into your comm earpiece no problem, so we’ll be able to talk. Give me an hour, then just say 'hey'. We can go from there.”

I look at him a little dubiously. I have no idea where the dude lives, but just getting up here almost knocked him out. Could he even climb down and then get back to his secret bat-cave in time for that?

I gesture over my back with a thumb, and ask, “Do you, uh- do you want a lift down?”

He laughs, sounding just a little uncomfortable. Arms crossed, he says, “Um, no, I’m okay actually. Thanks.”

I insist, “You’re gonna have to climb all the way down. I can get you there in like ten seconds.”

“Or in like, one second…” he mutters, and he hesitantly joins me over at the edge. He takes a peek down at the street below, and shivers. “God, how do you do that?”

“It was scary at first,” I admit. I don’t mention that I still haven’t stopped having those nightmares where my power stops working mid flight and I plummet to the ground, because I’m not sure if that'd be much of a comfort. I step off the edge of the building, where I do not fall, but instead do a languorous midair twirl to face him (I can admit to showing off a little). I say, “Come on, you’ve seen me catch rocks big enough I think they technically count as continents. I can carry two people.”

Bat says, dryly, “Yeah, don't get Badger started on that. She says that fighting you just boils down to us finding fun new ways to give you ammunition.”

“What was it you said? You hope we can trust each other?” I ask, cutting through his nervous snark. I hold out my hand. "I’m not gonna make you, but- look, do you really think I’d just let you fall?”

"I know you wouldn't," he said, and he takes my hand, holding it tight.

[hellcat-138]

🖤Questions for Freya🖤

How do they feel about people shorter/taller than them? 🐈‍⬛ *glares* I'm 5'6 and it's technically the average height!

What are they like on social media? (What’s their username, profile pic, etc.) 🐈‍⬛Social Media? Oh! Miles showed me that the other day. It seems to be way more advanced on other Earths. Can't wait for that to happen here... or maybe I should start myself.

Their sexuality? 🐈Wouldn't you like to know *smirks*

Preferred weather? 🐈‍⬛The weather is always shitty in London. The best I've experienced is a cloudy day with a little breeze. I like any weather that's warm.

What’s their sleeping schedule? 🐈‍⬛ What is sleeping? Heh, kidding. I make sure to get at least 6-9 hours of sleep and that's if my "night job" go as planned.

Favorite music? 🐈‍⬛ Ugh, you can't ask me that! I love too many genres! But if I had to pick one, it would be afrobeat, especially instrumental ones.

How’s their cooking? 🐈‍⬛*Smirks* Obviously practice makes "perfect", but I'd put myself at a 8 out of 10.

It’s movie night, what movie do they pick? 🐈‍⬛ If the theater is playing something fun, I do like adventure. But Miles' earth has something called a DVD and you can watch whatever you want at anytime!

How would they hold up in a pillow war? 🐈‍⬛ Easy against anyone, but Bee. He has height and arm reach *mumbles* long bastard.

What’s their sleeping position? 🐈‍⬛ I start off in fetal and wake to my bed a absolute mess.

Who do they go to for comfort? 🐈‍⬛ Before Hobie: My Kitty, Baset! After Hobie: Why not both?

Something small that they enjoy? 🐈‍⬛ My Kitty *smiles* she's my little baby

How do they feel about physical contact by others? 🐈‍⬛I have a list of people that I've mentally gave permission to touch me. If anyone else touches, I get irritated-quickly.

What is enough to bring them to tears? 🐈‍⬛ Getting injures. Despise doing my job constantly, I'm immune to pain.

Biggest pet peeve? 🐈‍⬛ Messiness. If something isn't organized, it irritates the back of my mind until I fix it.

How well do they take care of themselves? 🐈‍⬛ Very well. I have to stay in shape to keep up with my jobs.

What’s something they like that may be surprising to others? 🐈‍⬛My wardrobe varies, so some people would be surprised when I'm dressed as a in bright colors or glittery things.

Do they consider others family? 🐈‍⬛Yes, growing up in a orphanage there are many that I consider family.

Any bad habits that they have? 🐈‍⬛ Unknowningly sucking my claws into something while in deep thought... sorry Hobie.

What’s their idea of a perfect vacation? 🐈‍⬛South Africa!

Do they get lost easily? Will they ask for directions if they are? 🐈‍⬛ Unless I'm in a new place, then I'll ask directions.

The strangest thing they have ever seen? 🐈‍⬛ A spider-vampire hybrid... if ya know, ya know.

How well do they accept advice? 🐈‍⬛ If it's from someone important, I take it into heavy consideration.

How much do they swear? 🐈‍⬛*laughs* This is a joke right?

How do they take advice given to them? 🐈‍⬛ I only take advise into consideration, if I ASKED for it.

Do they like being in pictures? 🐈‍⬛Sweetie, I don't dress like this to NOT be in pictures?!

Is there anything they’re bad at? 🐈‍⬛ Growing up, I made to try a lot of things at least once and I'd I'm pretty good at them, but I'm not perfect. And for the life of me I can't do cornrows on someone's head!

What’s their morning schedule? 🐈‍⬛ Stretches, meditation, wash up, breakfast, and ready go about my day. On off days, I just lazy about.

Any past injuries? 🐈‍⬛ Many. As sleath as I try to be, some jobs require fightin.

Something that disgusts them? 🐈‍⬛ A lot of things, but #1 is Men that take advantage

[zeldadiarist]

Zelink Week 2022, Day Seven

It’s the end of @zelinkweekofficial , and it's been a great one! I missed taking part in this event. I'm happy to have met new artists and writers, and to have a massive stash of fics to binge on.

I want to give a huge thank you to @zeldaelmo @braidymaidy and @drsteggy for being my beta readers for most of the prompts, they're lifesavers 💖

Day seven: Healing

A miracle.

That’s what everyone said at the Gerudo Guard about the incredible rescue Lieutenant Link Farron had performed at the Highlands. He had also escaped a certain death from the violent flood that produced a landslide wiping out the area in which he was working.

To his chagrin, instead of going home, he was kept in observation at the hospital. He considered that besides what happened - the parts he did and did not mention - he was perfectly fine and healthy. No reason to have him resting in bed, lest to have him fully examined.

The only positive thing was not hearing the earful of concerns from his parents on his slate, or in a minor extent, his girlfriend’s. That, until his slate buzzed, and a name he feared almost as much as his mother’s appeared on the screen.

Would it be wise to answer? Of course. If he didn’t, the tiny Princess of Hyrule and freshly reacquainted friend - he had sent her flowers for her graduation after he read her incredible Master’s Degree research (not that he also was listed on the dedication of it) - would blast his slate into oblivion with calls.

He did respond, breathing in, preparing for the incoming storm.

And he heard a sob instead.

"Zelda?"

"Omigoddess, you're okay." She sighed loudly, relieved.

“Of course I am,” he chuckled.

“Excuse me? ‘Of course I am?’” She mocked his answer, anger bubbling in her intonation. “I THOUGHT YOU WERE DEAD, YOU MORON!” She broke into tears again, mumbling some incoherent words and probably some cursing at him.

Link apologized, not sure if she was being extra dramatic - a trait of her personality - or if the flood had been more destructive than he remembered - Link tended to minimize certain situations. It seemed on this occasion it was the latter, since few things made Zelda cry; she was particularly sensitive at loss, whether it was potential or concrete.

She sniffled a little after her weeping had subdued. “The first thing I thought when I heard there had been a landslide while you were working was ‘shit, I never apologized to him’… and here I am.”

“Apologize for what?” Link was dumbfounded.

“You haven’t done anything wrong… besides calling me moron and whatever you said before.”

On the other side of the line, Zelda either suspected he was avoiding facing the subject matter that distanced them - maybe it wasn’t the right place and time to do so  considering they hadn’t even seen each other in person yet - or that he was being as clueless and scatterbrained as she remembered him to be. Some things don’t change easily, after all.

She chose to keep things lighthearted, considering the current circumstances.

“For eating the coffee cake your dad baked for the visit you were going to pay the castle this weekend,” she bluffed.

Link just gasped, feigning offense, then breaking into laughter. It was so strange; just hearing her voice made him feel better - a warm, fuzzy feeling, the same sensation a good hug with someone you love leaves.

She joined his contagious laugh, and Goddesses, he could not drown in that bloody flood but he would gladly do so in her laughter. It made him feel like a child again: no anxiety, stress, or pain of any kind.

It was the strangest, yet most effective medicine he had ever taken.

“I’m so glad you’re safe,” she said sweetly. “I hope the hospital lets you go soon.”

“I hope the same, they’re overreacting,” he assured her. “I just need some sleep.”

She giggled at his words. “You always need sleep, silly.” She stayed silent for a moment. “Maybe I should let you get some rest,” she commented. “I can call you later…”

Link realized he was about to screw up the moment if he didn’t act now.

“No no no,” he cut her off, “I’d love to keep talking with you.”

“Really?”

“Yes.” He took a deep breath. “How have you been?”

“You sure you wanna catch up now?” she asked him. “You know I talk a lot.”

He smiled wide, bright as the sun after a storm.

“And I’d love to hear what you have to say."

[munsontm]

steve wants smooch

Monday nights were never interesting, not made for fun or good times. Eddie loathed Monday as much as he did Sunday as they were both signifiers for the end of the weekend and back to mundane and boring existence. Deals were slow on Mondays, too. Friday and Saturday tending to be the days he made the most cash. But Mondays? Zero. Zilch. Bupkiss. Apart from a few regulars.

That's how he started finding himself at Family Video on Monday nights, picking Steve up from the late shift. It kept him occupied and gave him an excuse to see his boyfriend more than he already did, which was already a lot to begin with. But on one particular autumnal evening, he arrived earlier than usual because he was cold, bored, and jonesing to see Steve after having not seen him for three days straight. That's how he knew he had that love bug bad when three days and two nights made it feel as though they had been apart for a year. Love was not on Eddie's future, let alone his present cards as far as he was concerned before Steve came along. He expected to be alone with his withering heart for years to come and ignore that old saying about how love was often found in the strangest places, or that love found you when you least expected it. Eddie and Steve managed to fit into both of those criteria.

Although patience was not a virtue that Eddie held in high esteem. He kept quiet, watching Steve while he finished re-stacking the shelves full of re-wound tapes for tomorrow's customers. Then, draped over the counter dramatically, some long curls hanging off the other side, he swatted playfully at Steve's butt whenever he went buy, making sure no one else was around before so. It made him giggle. Yes, Eddie, The Freak Munson giggled whenever Steve Harrington, his boyfriend. Shot him an exasperated smile with each smack. But not once did Steve suggest he should stop, so he decided not to if only to keep them both amused a while longer, and he had a distinct feeling that the other didn't dislike the attention to his derriere.

After what seemed like hours, the reality wasn't any longer than thirty minutes. Steve suddenly stopped in front of him outside the counter, gentle fingers carding through loose curls. He stirred, having fallen into a light doze despite the odd position. People had told Eddie before that he could sleep absolutely anywhere, and they weren't wrong. Draped over a counter was a piece of cake compared to falling asleep with his head on Gareth's toilet after a bender. "Hey," he mumbled sleepily, doe's eyes half-lidded and still half asleep. "We ready to go, doll face?" With a yawn, Eddie pushed himself onto his elbows and was met with a pair of warm lips upon his. Surprise caught him off guard for about half a second, and then he kissed Steve back, confident the other wouldn't have initiated as long as they were utterly alone.

It was soft, languid, punctuated with sensuality every so often. A kiss worthy of a three-day wait period. The counter between them prevented Eddie from pulling Steve closer, but it was okay; they'd be able to touch soon enough. He fully intended on cuddling the shit out of Steve when they left. "Wow, Stevie," he said when they parted, noses still touching, his eyes sparkling with mirth. "Now I know how the ladies of Hawkin's feel. Think I'm getting a flush on over here." Eddie hopped over the counter, legs swung over to bracket Steve's hips before he slid off into an 'I missed you' hug. Maybe they should go periods without kissing more often...

Nah.

@harringtontm

[i-literally-cant-with-this]

I'm a little more confident to not do anonymous but I have yet another hanma headcanon i headcanon him as the type to like have messy hair in the morning and he also has a thing for stroking his s/o hair in the Morning as his muscular yet lanky shirtless body glows in the light that comes through the window in the morning and also he likes too take pictures at night of his s/p on top of him asleep

:)))

Hi again! I'm so happy you're not shy anymore! Well, less shy, anyway? I love to see who's asking for what!

I went a little off the rails - but just a little. Hope you like it!

C/W ::: Language. Lots of fluff, sweet Hanma (SHUT UP, I KNOW IT'S POSSIBLE! 🤣), sneaking photos of your lover when they don't know. 👽 maybe!! I read this like 13 times, no joke. If I missed anything, cw-wise or whatever, lemme know! Thanks!

Hanma woke up in the middle of the night and looked around on the bed for his phone but didn't see it. He scans what he can see of the floor without disturbing your peace. But it's not there either. Finally, he tracks it down on his nightstand.

He turned it on to check the time. It was 4:17 in the morning. You were sleeping soundly on him, so that's not what woke him. He's not sure what did, but it could've been his freakishly supernatural ability to detect when you were in an especially embarrassing position.

See, Hanma just loves to sneak pictures of you while you're cuddled up against him. He knows he's not the most meaty or cozy guy. But that's not to say he's all firm and no flex.

You're pleasantly surprised when you fall asleep on him for the first time. For such a tall, lanky man, he's very warm and soft (for you).

He looks down at you and smiles when he sees you're still glued to his bare chest.

He smiles even more when he notices the puddle of drool strung from your mouth, connecting to his pecs.

"Oh, watashi no hana, you're so gross." He says, his hand softly grazing the back of your messed up hair. His fingers sneak in and give you a gentle tug. "Hana, wake up with me." He tries. But you're so comfortable on him that you're oblivious to his hands tangled in your locks.

"You're gonna be so pissed if you ever find out about this. But I just can't ... I just can't help myself. You're my one weakness, hana."

He turns the camera on and lines it up as best he can with your face. But it's so dark in the room that he's got no idea where he's pointing the lens.

The flash lights up the whole space and he panics. "Shit shit shit ... don't. Don't wake up, hana." He can't help but take a peek at moment he's just stolen.

It's perfect.

You're perfect.

He sits the phone down beside him - in case another photo-op presents itself, he'll be ready.

Hanma woke up the next morning with his hair a beautiful mess. Black and yellow hair is laying in a crazy mop on top of his head, framing his still sleep-heavy golden eyes.

You're starting to stir against him, but you don't open your eyes just yet. Enjoying the warmth of his bare chest against your cheek and arm, you want to stay there as long as possible.

Hanma's giant hand reaches up to stroke the side of your hair, tucking it behind your ears.

"I know you're awake. Your breathing changed." You can hear the faint trace of a smirk in his voice.

"Good morning, Shuji. I had the strangest dream last night that the room was filled with a really bright light and then it disappeared. Crazy, huh?" You giggled because you have a feeling you know what it was.

Hanma's breath hitches in his throat. "Aliens. It had to've been aliens."

Sitting up, you take in all of him in the soft glow of the sun's first light.

For such seeminlgy cruel man, he truly is a kind sight to behold. His slightly tanned skin radiates even more warmth in the space around you. All you want to do is lay against him again.

Instead, you just stare.

"What is it, hana?"

You put your phone on silent so he wouldnt hear the shutter of you capturing him at his most beautiful. Opening the camera, pretending to answer texts, you angle it so he's in the shot, and snap your own picture of him at his finest and most messy hour.

"Googling if aliens just come into people's rooms to check them out and then leave." You looked at him and snapped one more photo (for good measure), putting it in your very own secret folder.

Taglist ::: @viburnt @arlerts-angel @kazutora-kurokawa @darkstarlight82

[caracarnn]

‘✩’ - lucrezia tothedevilsshow

ship meme thing - @tothedevilsshow

Disagreements:

Who is more likely to raise their voice? Lucrezia Who threatens to leave but never actually does? Lucrezia Who actually keeps their word and leaves? Lucrezia Who trashes the house? Lucrezia would I think Do either of them get physical? nope How often do they argue/disagree? they began disagreeing, man Who is the first to apologise? Rand would try AT FIRST

Sex:

Who is on top? Lucrezia is Who is on the bottom? Rand Who has the strangest desires? neither although Lucrezia is v into the FEMALE gaze of men Any kinks? n/a Who’s dominant in bed? both Is head ever in the equation? Yes If so, who is better at performing it? Rand does it the most Ever had sex in public? maybe once or twice Who moans the most? Lucrezia Who leaves the most marks? Lucrezia but maybe she'll heal him? Who screams the loudest? neither Who is the more experienced of the two? Lucrezia Do they ‘fuck’ or ‘make love’? ahem, the former although sometimes the latter slides in Rough or soft? a bit of both How long do they usually last? as long as she chooses Is protection used? yes she doesn't want no baby from him A CHANNELER Does it ever get boring? unfortunately no Where is the strangest place they’d have sex? anywhere that they do because wtf

Affection:

Who likes to cuddle? Rand cuddled her a half a time but usually it doesn't happen Who is the little spoon? n/a Who gets naughty in the most inappropriate of places? I'm sure it was inappropriate the moment it happened Who struggles to keep their hands to themself?   Rand How long can they cuddle until one becomes uncomfortable? they haven't cuddled really Who gives the most kisses? Rand What is their favourite non-sexual activity? uhhhhh Where is their favourite place to cuddle? n/a Who is more likely to playfully grope the other?  Lucrezia How often do they get time to themselves? they don't really seek it out

Sleeping:

Who snores? n/aIf both do, who snores the loudest? neither Do they share a bed or sleep separately? they sleep separate If they sleep together, do they cozy up together or lay far apart? n/a Who talks in their sleep? maybe Rand What do they wear to bed? lbr he wants her to fall asleep without anything on even if she is a pesky aes sedai Are either of your muses insomniacs? Rand is Can sleeping pills be found by the bedside? n/a Do they wrap their limbs around each other or just lay side by side? n/a Who wakes up with bed hair? DO YOU SEE HER HAIR Who wakes up first? they both get up early Who prepares breakfast in bed for the other? he has servants What is their favourite sleeping position? he likes when she lays on his chest Who hogs the sheets? neither Do they set an alarm each night? Nope. Can a television be found in their bedroom? n/a Who has nightmares? Rand Who has ridiculous dreams? I'm sure the dark one doesn't give her rest Who sprawls out and takes up most of the bed?  Rand does Who makes the bed?  neither What time is bed time? n/a Any routines/rituals before bed? they probably sleep together Who’s the grumpiest when they wake up? neither

Work:

Who is the busiest? they both are Who rakes in the highest income? Rand does ofc Are any of your muses unemployed? nope Who takes the most sick days? neither Who is more likely to turn up late to work? neither Who sucks up to their boss? Lucrezia What are their jobs? she's an aes sedai and darkfriend and rand is the dragon ofc Who stresses the most? both Do your muses enjoy or despise their careers/occupations? he despises it sometimes most times actually. her? WHAT DOES SHE FEEL? Are your muses financially stable? yes

Miscellaneous:

Is money a problem? nope How many cars do they own? n/a Do they own their home or do they rent? n/a Do they live near the coast or deep in the countryside? n/a Do they live in the city or in the country?  n/a Do they enjoy their surroundings? rarely What’s their song? between wind and water ; hael What do they do when they’re away from each other? rand does his dragon and king business. she does her aes sedai business and serves the dark one Where did they first meet? when she swore fealty to him FALSELY pfft Who spends the most money when out shopping? she does probs Who’s more likely to flash their assets? Rand does Who finds it amusing when the other trips over? n/a Any mental issues? Rand does but Lu has to have some major ones lbr Who’s terrified of bugs? neither Who kills the spiders around the house? n/a Their favourite place? it SHOULD be away from one another Who pays the bills? n/a Do they have any fears for their future? too many probably. far too many. Who’s more likely to surprise the other with a fancy dinner? Rand Who uses up all of the hot water?  Lucrezia but she Channels so it does't matter Who’s the tallest? RAND she's a tiny Who’s more likely to just randomly hop into the shower with the other? Lucrezia tbh Who wanders around in their underwear? Rand wants her to lol Who sings the loudest when singing along to the radio? n/a What do they tease each other about? n/a Who is more likely to cringe at the other’s fashion sense at times? neither Do they have mutual friends? NO lmao Who crushed first? I mean it was a seduction so - Any alcohol or substance related problems? nope Who is more likely to stumble home, drunk, at 3am? neither Who swears the most? Rand

[mirroredworlds]

"Are you comfortable?" [freed for laxus]

"I am, in fact. You?"

Laxus could get comfortable in the strangest positions and on the hardest places just as easily. He spent a great deal of time sleeping on the ground or on tree roots so there weren't many places that made him uncomfortable by any means. Of course, he wanted to know if Freed was comfortable as well since he considered the green-haired male one of his best friends. He was his right hand man and all that. The person he went to with pretty much anything.

"You know, if it weren't for you taking the time to teach me that script spell, I'm not sure I'd still be here to spend time with you like this."

It was a bit of a 'deep' thing to talk about, but Laxus wasn't sure he'd really taken the time to properly thank the other male. There was quite a bit of respect the blond held for the rune wizard which was something he really needed to learn to show.

"Why don't we do something? Not a job, but, maybe something like grab something to eat and just hang out for a while?"

[unhealthyfanobsession]

Nesta sleeping in cassians shirt when he's away or cassian sleeping with nestas pillow when she's away

I'm combining this with another prompt I got for Taylor Swift's "Come Back, Be Here."

Nesta and Cassian fell in love before they got to actually know each other. They knew each other, in a way, of course. In a my soul is attached to yours, my heart beats to the rhythm of your breathing, my eyes only open in the morning to see you face, sort of way. A mated way.

Nesta loved Cassian, but she didn’t know him the way she wanted to. Nesta wanted to lock herself up in the House of Wind with Cassian for 100 years and do nothing but fall in love with every new piece of his ancient soul existence that dropped across their bedroom floor.

She wanted to know his favorite color, his favorite meal, his greatest regret. She wanted to ask him about what the happiest moment in his life was (before meeting her, obviously).

Nesta and Cassian had fallen in love the way Nesta had first experienced flying. Not held tight and steady in Cassian’s arms, but twisting and flipping and near plummeting to the ground thanks to Rhysand’s machinations. They had done fast and passionate and intense. Now…

Now, Nesta wanted to fall in love with Cassian slowly. She wanted to trace the secrets etched upon his soul the way her fingers traced his scars.

Nesta hated it when Cassian was gone. More than that, she hated how often she had to feel this feeling. A giant bat-sized empty spot in her bed. Sun hitting her too brightly because there was no one to subconsciously shield her eyes from the sunrise with a large, leathery wing.

It was selfish to want him with her all the time. She knew that there was unrest in the camps, that Cassian was the leader of Prythian’s largest army. Rhys was preoccupied being a father, Azriel was still spying on the remaining queens, and had become near obsessed with Koschei. So that left Cassian to the camps. And the Hewn city. And liasing with the Band of Exiles. And meetings with other High Lords. Nesta had played courtier herself a few times, smiling and making fast friends with Prythian's ruling families, simply because she knew that if she did that job while Cassian was in Illyria then they could both go home together.

The look on Rhys’ face when Tarquin sent her a glittering aquamarine, a Summer Court symbol of friendship, had been more than worth it. Amren’s jealousy a physical presence.

Nesta was good at being a courtier. She knew that. She hadn’t accepted any official position from Rhys, but she had a feeling he sometimes gave jobs to Cassian hoping Nesta would step in. It was strange, how no one knew what she had become at her worst. All of the High Lords remembered her as a war hero. Remembered her speech and how she held Hybern’s head up in victory. Even Beron had the strangest, fear-based respect for her.

She, Emerie, and Gwyn lead the Valkyrie training themselves now.

Nesta was settling into eternity. Settling into her new home.

But lately it felt like that one piece, the most important piece, was always missing.

Nesta heard wingbeats, but they were too light, too graceful, the feet that fell on the veranda were nearly silent. Not Cassian, not by a long shot. But Azriel did make a touch of noise, so she knew that he wanted her to know he was there.

Nesta sighed, setting her tea down, folding back the corner of the book she hadn’t been reading, and slipped out of bed.

“What is it, Az?” Her voice was not sharp, just tired. Wary. Exhausted of constantly reaching for someone who wasn’t there.

The shadowsinger’s eyes dipped to Nesta’s clothing. Leggings and a far too-large cotton shirt. She crossed her arms tight over her chest, as if that would hide the extra fabric and wing slats.

“He’ll be home soon,” Azriel swallowed, uncomfortable. Nesta just stared forward. Sure, Cassian would come home soon. He would land on the balcony like a vision from her dreams, pull her into the bedroom, bury himself inside her. Hold her tight all night, eat breakfast and tease her in the morning. Maybe he would do that for a few days, even. But then he would be gone again. And Nesta would be alone in the House, body wrapped up in fabric that smelled less and less like him with every passing night.

“Why are you here?” Nesta asked again.

“I was just in the library for an update from Gwyn.” Gwyn, who was no longer Merril’s assistant, but in charge of her own research project- on Koschei. She and the shadowsinger could disappear into an office for hours on end, theories and research and texts flying in between them at such a rapid pace it made even Nesta’s head spin. They were both as obsessive as the other.

Nesta rose her eyebrow.

“She wanted to see Emerie so I’m going to get her. Do you want to come to Illyria with me?”

Nesta shook her head. “You know I don’t like it there.” She’d tried that, going to Illyria with Cassian. But she still didn’t get to see him, and he was so dead tired when he came home at night that they didn’t even talk. So she was just lonely, and cold, and hated everyone around her, and didn’t even have the House.

“Right.” Azriel nodded once, pausing like he might say something before shaking his head and disappearing into shadow.

Nesta was almost asleep when Azriel returned to the House, wing-beats louder this time. Probably trying to alert her in case she wanted to see Emerie and Gwyn, but she wasn’t up to it. She would see them at training. Right now she just wanted to-

“Well that shirt certainly looks better on you than me, sweetheart.” Nesta launched up in bed. Blinking quickly.

“I thought you weren’t coming home until-”

“Screw the Illyrians,” Cassian shrugged, pulling the covers back and wrapping his arms around Nesta’s body. She knew he was going crazy for the scent of her entirely wrapped up in him. She smiled a little.

“Azriel pretends he is so much better, but he’s as big a busybody as the rest of you.” Cassian chuckled against Nesta’s shoulder.

“I missed you so much, Nes.” His voice was quiet and sincere.

“I always miss you when you’re gone.” She whispered, “We still haven’t had our time. Not really.”

[blooming-cecilia]

im very sleepy rn but im still BRAINROTTING unfortunately SO sleepy venti hc rambles that spiral out of control yet again

- deep sleeper. my guy just straight up slept 500 or so years and only got up bc his bestie needs him. he will sleep through anything and everything, just straight up goes into a coma everytime. you know those small "just 1 hour" naps you do but end up sleeping for 6 hours straight. that's venti. and 6 hours is already a short nap for him compared to his uh... centuries long naps

- with that being said. you'll have to be the lighter sleeper between you both. or else you'll both miss everything you're supposed to do the next day. if you're also a pretty deep sleeper. set up alarms every 5 fucking mins. force yourself to wake up because venti will absolutely NOT be waking you up. keep that alarm outta reach otherwise he'll knock it over and then you'll lose an alarm clock and maybe today's pay if u miss ur shift.

- he's a very stubborn lil guy, and even moreso when he's sleepy. will get you to stay in bed with him for "just 5 more minutes, love?" but NEVER EVER fall for it, it's a TRAP!!!!! he can sleep the whole day away and he's got a pretty strong grip on you that's really hard to shake off (remember: he's still an archon! he's more powerful than he looks, and helloooo, he's an archer, he's got pretty strong arms even without his status as an archon).

- you'll never really be sure if it's intentional or not, though. he's very mischievous, but i like to think sleepy venti throws most (if not all) of his teasing and mischief out of the window. if u try asking him when he's awake and he'll reply with some teasing remark and you'll think he was doing it on purpose but sometimes... he just looks really really sleepy enough so maybe his brain isn't awake enough for mischief just yet?

you'll never get a straightforward answer from him eitherway. brat likes to keep u on ur toes in the strangest of ways, for the strangest of reasons

- for all of his shenanigans, if you're looking for a good night's rest, venti Does make for a very very good cuddle buddy. 10/10 very snuggly, i just think he gives the best hugs in general, so naturally he's also a good cuddle buddy. he'll likely hum a little lullaby too, and perhaps indulge you on a bedtime story should u ask for it.

- loves any sleeping position that involves you being in his arms, but is particularly fond of either of you resting your head on the other's chest! it's incredibly comforting to him to hear the steady beat of your heart, he thinks of it like your own personal lullaby for him, a gentle reminder that you're right there and that you won't fade away. (if he's still feeling a bit cheeky, he might tease you and delight in the way your heartbeat speeds up.)

- i think. maybe. venti has trouble falling to sleep but when he does manage to fall asleep he's just completely passed out like i talked abt earlier. don't ask me why, maybe i'm self projecting, who's to say.

i like to think that he's either purposely prolonging his sleep (maybe he still has some energy he'd like to burn off first?) or he just has a lot of stuff in his mind that keeps him wide awake

keep in mind that he leads a rather lonely existence. for all his merrymaking and mischief in the day, all of it evaporates at night and all that's left is the heavy burden of his existence. he's lived for 2,600 years, maybe even more, and a lot has happened since then. not only that, but he's mondstadt's archon, and most of his own people are blissfully unaware that he's there.

and because he's really got no one else to talk about it with, naturally he'll keep it all on his head, thinking about it over and over and over until he can't even keep his eyes open anymore and he finally decides to go and sleep it off, hoping he won't end up dreaming about his troubles—not when he tried his best to stay up til he's too sleepy to.

(sidenote, and maybe i'm just a bit delusional. but is that maybe why he's eager to offer up his company to us, so he won't have to be alone and think about things?)

- okay i'll leave one more lighthearted soft one to recover from the accidental minor angst i just did aha whoops

- he's very fond of helping you prepare for bed. he'll do your bedtime routine with you, whether that's bathing together, helping you wash your hair and back, brushing your hair, skincare routine... even picking out your pjs for you (and he'll insist on matchies just because you'll both look so cute together!!!)

- it's very soft and intimate, mixed in with his signature playfulness. he just really enjoys taking care of the people important to him, most especially his beloved! it becomes one of his most favorite things to do with you <3

- as much as he loves taking care of you, return the favor as much as you can please! he deserves to be the one pampered too, and it's a surefire way to get him to melt and become putty in your hands.

(when you do, pay special attention to his hair. he really loves when you run your hands through it, and it gets him extra !!!! when you brush his hair for him and undo his braids so his hair can rest and breathe too.)

okay um. i think thats it. im at my limit and im close to passing out myself. does it make sense? idk and idc. gn to yall and to venti

[electricbluebutterflies]

Hi!! Saw that promp list you reblogged, so I'm shooting my shot for Nina + Matthias with this one: 'Learning what the other person likes sexually' thank you 😊

(Also...idk if you'd accept 1 or 2 more requests for this otp? Loved the prompts but I dont wanna spam your inbox. 😜)

I kinda love them... obvious smut ahead and also on ao3.

She’s broken him. He’s not sure how much he minds.

Look, objectively the fact that he is stuck in the frozen middle of nowhere and owes his continued survival to a witch who will not shut up and seduced him more out of boredom than anything that seems like actual desire on her part is… almost all of his worst nightmares come true. But all of that established and ignored, Nina is not the worst possible person to be stuck with. She’s beautiful, occasionally funny in a way that breaks the cultural barriers between them, knows what she wants…

They’ve stopped for the night, no closer to civilization than they were when they woke up but not going around in circles yet – and he’s left subtle markings at each fishing hut they’ve temporarily occupied, he would know – and he knows what happens next, and this time he wants to do better.

Nina is, he has learned over the past few days, a very particular combination of insatiable and bossy. When she decides she wants, and apparently physical activities are how she deals with her everything, she makes herself very clear and pins him to whatever passes for a bed wherever they are. (Or, very briefly yesterday, a wall.) And while Matthias is a willing enough participant in his own corruption, he can’t push away the feeling that the power dynamic is the truly wrong thing here. A man is not supposed to be passive, even when faced with… all of that. But as it is, he’s not sure he’ll get the chance to change it up.

And sure enough, after an improvised meal of probably-undercooked fish, she reaches out. Puts her mouth on his and starts taking kisses, and he’s so powerless and so into it and-

“Stop,” he breathes, unsure if the word even comes out.

To his great surprise, she freezes. She’s still clinging to him, but not actively doing anything more. “You okay? Did I do something-“

“You need to rest,” he murmurs, adding a little endearment in his native language. Yep, she’s definitely corrupted him. “If you want, let me give.”

Nina rolls her eyes. “Are you sure?!”

“I need to learn how to do this… properly.”

The look on her face is the most amused horror he’s ever seen and oh he almost loves her for it. “I am not passive. You do realize that, right?”

“You don’t have to be. I don’t know… tell me what to do.”

She takes a step back. “Alright. How detailed instructions do you want?”

“Tell me how to make you happy.”

Nina takes another step back and shifts her body into an open position. “Alright. Undress me. You’ve seen how all of this works…”

He has, and he steps forward and tries. The buttons of her vest are so tiny, and of course she’d done up all of them, and it takes a frighteningly long time for his fingers to get them all undone. Then her shirt, also made challenging with the laces done up too tight and oh the sight of her curves underneath it is distracting and unfair and-

Somehow, he figures out all the knots and gets it off her, gets rewarded with the sight of her soft skin and pointy breasts. Even this would be enough, and he-

“Put your mouth… somewhere.”

If nothing else, Matthias is good at following orders. Even if they are given by a… no, at this point he doesn’t think she’s a witch. Not like he was taught to believe. Definitely not normal, but far more human than he expected.

Not that it matters, he reminds himself as he leans down and tries to kiss her breasts. She’s even paler there than she is elsewhere, and her body is warm and unfair. She squirms a little, but the noises she makes are happy enough and she hasn’t yelled at him so he’s hopefully not screwing this up too badly and-

On instinct, he puts his mouth around one of her nipples and licks, and her noises turn closer to what she apparently sounds like in bliss. He’s still learning how that works, but if this helps get her there…

“Okay, I was just going to have you straight-up fuck me but nevermind you’re actually good with your mouth,” she says, yanking on his hair to pull him up and off. “This still…?”

“Yes. Keep showing me.”

“I’m not showing you, I’m trying to un-repress you,” she laughs. “Undo my skirt and get me on the bed.”

He does, and without being told he knows what she wants next. Well, this may be the strangest experience yet with her, but…

The space between her thighs is beautiful, swollen pink instead of ivory, already shiny with her warmth. He pokes around with his fingers – this, at least, she has let him do before – and makes a plan. If he’s wrong then he’s wrong and he still expects she’ll get mad at him at some point during this, but until then he-

“Head. Down. Now.” From this angle she looks magnificent, and he can see her desperation in a different way. “Keep going unless I grab your ear, no matter what else I do.”

In the recent past, in the time before she happened to him, all of this was foreign to him. It was, and remains, improper for a man of his status to know too much about the sacred beauty of women before marrying one. In that way he is ruined now, and he cannot imagine any of this being so good with some equally innocent creature. This one is so much better. This one is-

She kicks his shoulder, more out of annoyance than wanting to hurt. “I know I’m cute but get on with it.”

He complies, pressing his mouth to her outer petals. He is well aware he has too much scruff right now, and that might hurt where she’s sensitive… no, might hurt some lesser woman, won’t make this one bat an eyelash. Nina is different and Nina is herself. And she is perfect, he thinks as instinct takes over and he starts to lick. Beautiful wet nightmare.

This is a first attempt, not perfection. His desire to make her happy counts for something, he hopes as he tries different things, because that’s about the only part of this in his favor. This act she’s suggested is so new, something he’s surprised she even wants, and to have his world reduced to her womanly parts is… perfect for him, honestly. He is aware of his own body responding to it, but she hasn’t asked for that yet and maybe she won’t tonight and-

As he is learning is normal for her, Nina falls apart with a few breathless noises. Apparently this also includes clenching her thighs tight enough his head hurts and more of her sweet warmth dripping onto his tongue. For a moment he’s not sure he can breathe either, and-

The pressure lessens and instead of grabbing his ear like she said, she pulls him up to her level by the shoulders.

“Did I… please you?”

She rolls over to cover his face in wet kisses. “You need to have more faith in your abilities. That was nice.”

“What… what now?”

“Do you still want to have me?” she asks, putting her hand between his legs.

As if that’s a question. Matthias has been able to ignore his own body until now, but the slightest touch makes him squirm and he’s still fully dressed and she is unfair and-

“Always,” he breathes. Might as well admit it. “Is that alright? You already…”

“Great thing about having the parts I do is I can fall apart multiple times,” she shrugs like that should be too obvious. “I am perfectly fine with it if you are.”

“Please.”

“Good. Undress for me and… I wanna see what you do.”

It no longer feels awkward to feel her eyes on him as he sheds his layers. Her expression is appreciative, and he’s never thought too much about what his body might look like to other people but clearly the only person who matters right now is into it. Years after her, he thinks, if there is an after her, he will always remember this as he looks at his skin. Impossible perfect woman almost making him happy.

And sure enough, as he’d both hoped and feared, his prick is in full form. And to think he’d expected it would hurt her the first time she wanted him. There’s no fear of that now, but a near-inevitability he won’t last long enough to give her what she wants and-

He looks at her, spread out for him and waiting, and he knows whatever he does will be enough.

Soft beautiful his, he repeats as he maneuvers his body over her. Perfect woman, as he lines up his prick. More than he had ever dreamed of, as he covers her.

She feels perfect around him, and he rolls his hips against hers and tries to find a pattern the way she does when she covers him and he is so sure he’s doing it wrong but she keeps taking kisses anyways so maybe not. Perfect, and he feels himself tense up and no too soon he hasn’t given her everything he hasn’t-

He falls apart anyways, best intentions be damned, boneless on top of her even as their bodies separate.

“I didn’t mean to-“

“Do I look like I’m complaining?”

No, he thinks as he maneuvers his body so most of his weight is off of her, no she does not. If anything, Nina looks the happiest he’s seen her, pink and glowing and content. “You look beautiful,” he says before he talks himself out of it.

“Good.” She shakes her head, her hair flying everywhere. “Are you… was all of that okay?”

She gets under his skin like no one else ever has, and he almost loves her for it and he is undone. “I don’t know if I did it right.”

“There is no right. Not with this. There’s only… what I like may be different from what some other person likes, and each time you’re with someone new you get to figure it all out again.”

“That’s not what I-“

“You made me feel good. As long as you felt good too… that’s the important part.”

And he did, he lets himself feel as they maneuver themselves into a comfortable position for sleep. Dangerous woman. He is ruined for anyone else now, and… maybe that’s alright.

[mimisempai]

Wait for me on the other side 6/8

Summary:

Mobius must face both his past and a brutal news. He opens his heart to Loki. Loki wonders about what connects them...

Notes:

Prepare some tissues...

https://archiveofourown.org/works/32948254/chapters/82394134

House on the cliff - 2019

Mobius returned home, patiently awaited by Croki. While he was feeding him, he noticed that he had a message on his answering machine.

"Mobius, pick up, I have something to tell you. It's about Ravonna."

Forty-five minutes after Casey's call, Mobius rushed into the hospital.

He headed to the admissions office and spoke to the first person who came in.

"Hello, I'm looking for Ravonna Renslayer. I'm Mr. Mobius."

"Hold on a moment."

The young woman consulted her computer and looked up.

"Yes. Mr. Mobius. You are expected in Doctor Cho's general medicine department."

She pointed in the right direction.

When he arrived at the ward, he asked for Dr. Cho.

He waited a few minutes and a woman approached him, holding out her hand.

"Hello Mr. Mobius, I am Dr. Cho, I am the one who takes care of Mrs. Renslayer. Since you were the person to notify in case of an emergency, we called you."

"What happened? Is she okay?"

Dr. Cho motioned for him to follow her, "She's fine. She had a relatively minor collapse, but we'll have to keep her for a day or two, wait for the results of the tests we did. Since you are her only family according to her file, even for something minor we had to call you. I'll take you to her room."

Casey was waiting outside Ravonna's room when Mobius arrived with Dr. Cho. They embraced.

"How is she?" Mobius asked.

"You know her..." replied Casey, shaking his head. "I had to bring her some work, the latest reports from the financial department."

Mobius looked disbelieving and laughed, "Of course. The last thing we would want to do is let a little collapse endanger the company."

Mobius entered the room quietly. Ravonna laid on her bed, connected to monitoring devices, reading her reports and making annotations, papers scattered around her on her bed. She didn't hear him right away, and when she raised her head, she lowered the report but didn't put it down.

"Hi.", Mobius whispered.

Ravonna did not smile, simply nodded and continued to work on her files as if Mobius were not there.

After a while, she said, "I don't need you."'

Mobius simply replied, "I'm going to stay until your exam results come in."

"That's not until tomorrow morning."

"I'm not going to drive all the way home that late. I'm staying."

Ravonna shrugged and returned to her reading. The silence was deafening.

After a moment, Mobius picked up one of the magazines about expensive watches that was on the table and asked, "Do you mind if I..."

Ravonna shook her head, "Go ahead. If you're still interested in that kind of thing."

Mobius didn't look up and began flipping through the magazine.

When he looked up about ten minutes later, Ravonna was asleep. Mobius watched her breathe in the dimly lit room, the monitoring devices flashing silently. He picked up the papers scattered on the bed and stacked them neatly on the nightstand.

Then he sat down, trying to find a comfortable position to sleep in the hospital room chair. Since this was impossible, he picked up a piece of paper and began to write to Loki.

I know I haven't written in a while.

But I need to... I wanted to tell you about someone who is very close to me. We are not related by blood, but I consider her to be family to me, like a big sister.

We grew up together in the orphanage.

She is well-known. You know her work... Ravonna Renslayer, the CEO of Time Keepers, the famous watch brand.

I always liked to put watches together and take them apart and Ravonna was good at putting things in the right light.

We decided to create Timekeepers when we were fourteen years old. We wanted to sell quality luxury watches that everyone could afford.

A dream of two orphans.

We promised ourselves that when we would be rich we would buy the house on the hill.

But Ravonna lost sight of our dreams and always wanted more. More money, more fame.

Mass production, overpriced watches, I had no pleasure in creating anymore.

Every meeting became a war zone.

Someone had to surrender. I did.  I quit. Without notice.

That's when I started Miss Minutes, my little store and got back to my roots.

Mobius must have fallen asleep because when he opened his eyes, he was aching from his position in the chair.

Seeing that Ravonna was still asleep, he went to the hospital cafeteria to get a cup of coffee, and when he came back up fifteen minutes later, he saw Dr. Cho.

"Ah, Mr. Mobius, we just reviewed her results with Mrs. Renslayer. Unfortunately, she has forbidden me to talk to you about them and does not want you to visit her anymore."

Mobius was hurt of course, but not surprised either, given their tense relationship.

Dr. Cho, however, took pity on him. "I can't go into detail, but regrettably, you'll have to prepare for the worst."

Mobius' heart leapt in his chest and with a tight throat, he asked, "How long?"

Dr; Cho put her hand on his shoulder and said, " At any moment. I'm sorry."

Mobius left the hospital in a daze and drove to the house on the cliff. As soon as he arrived, he fed Croki, sat down in his chair and continued the letter to Loki. At this time, it was his only source of comfort.

Loki's apartment - 2021

Loki, in casual attire with Croki by his side, was sitting on his couch reading the letter from Mobius. He was very moved by the way Mobius opened up to him.

His heart cried at the sadness he felt in the letter. Obviously Ravonna was someone dear to his heart.

Once again, Loki was frustrated by the barrier of years between them. He wanted so much to be with Mobius, to support him. He sighed as he continued to read the letter.

I don't know what I expected.

Part of me thought that given her condition, I would get more than a "She doesn't want to see you anymore."

But of course, that's not how things work. When I left TK, I rejected everything she stood for.

That's how she saw it.

I think the fact that I bought the house cemented our disagreement for her and it's too late to change things now.

One thing is for sure: if I was really hoping for a tearful little bedside meeting, I'm as stupid as she thinks I am.

Well, good. I seem to have poured my little heart out here. I'm sorry.

Thanks for reading.

I want to tell you things I've never told anyone.

Things I didn't know myself until I wrote them down to send to you.

Maybe that's the strangest part of it all.

Love, Mobius.

Loki lingered on this letter, and especially on the last word, "LOVE". He patted Croki's head, thoughtful.

He had so many questions.

Love, Mobius.

Was it casual? Mobius was the kind of person who knew exactly what he was saying. Every word was important.

So the next question was, did Loki feel the same way?

Loki didn't need to reflect, he knew what he felt.

The question that remained was, did they have a future...?

Mobius' house - 2019

Croki trotted over to Mobius' bed. Mobius was lying down, unable to sleep, but it was too early to get up. He felt like picking up the phone but resisted.

Loki's apartment - 2021

Loki couldn't sleep anymore, something was disturbing him since he had read Mobius' letter.

He got up and went to his computer, he had to check one thing about Ravonna Renslayer.

Two minutes later he rushed out of his apartment and drove to the house on the cliff.

Mobius House - 2019

Mobius après s’être préparé pour aller au travail, sortit de sa maison et se dirigea vers son pickup.

Mobius House - 2021

Loki braked hard and ran to the mailbox. He put a piece of paper in it and raised the flag with a sudden movement.

Mobius House - 2019

Mobius drove away from the house without seeing the flag that was rising behind him. A few minutes later, his phone on the passenger seat began to ring.

Glancing down, he saw that it was Dr. Cho.

He pulled over to the side of the road and with a lump in his throat, took the call.

"Yes?"

-Mr. Mobius, this is Dr. Cho. I'm afraid I have some difficult news for you.

A few minutes later, in a daze, he parked in front of his house. On his way to his house. He saw that the flag was up.

He opened it, took the note, read it and then let his arm fall back, the paper flew away before landing further.

You need to go back to the hospital right away! Ravonna Renslayer died on-

A few days later, Mobius sat in the back of the church while the pastor preached to a crowd that Mobius knew was there more for Ravonna's fame than for their connection to her.

He didn't listen to the sermon and, clutching Loki's last letter in his pocket, he thought about what he had written.

Mobius, I'm so sorry about Ravonna.

Even though every pain is different, I know what it's like to lose the little family we have left.

I knew I had to at least try to warn you. I thought I could do it in time.

I hoped we could change what happened. I was wrong.

I guess these things can't be changed.

What I do know is that the shock is still fresh for me, even though it happened two years ago, so I can't imagine what it's like for you.

These things just happen...sometimes. I know.

Last February, I remember it was Valentine's Day, but it was really hot for a day in February.

I was at the fountain in Valhalheim Square.

And something happened. I won't bore you with the details now, but it was hard. Not like what you're going through, but it bothered me a lot.

And a friend gave me some good advice.

She told me to go to a place that would bring me peace.

That's what I did. I drove to the house on the cliff.

And that was the day I got your first letter.

It's a place we both love, a place that has a huge meaning for both of us, I hope you can find some solace there.

And I hope that what has kept you and Ravonna apart will eventually seem less important, and perhaps, in time, disappear.

YOURS, Loki.

Loki's words echoing in his head, Mobius was anxious to get to the house, to seek and perhaps find the solace that Loki spoke of.

When he arrived, he saw the flag raised. He opened the box, and took out not a note, but a book.

When he turned it over, his heart stopped for a moment.

For all times - Always by R.RENSLAYER

He returned home and sitting down in his chair, he opened it and saw first a small note from Loki's hand.

The book won't be published for a year.

or two, so don't show it to anyone. But I thought you should see it.

He turned the first page and could not stop the tears from flowing.

To Mobius

This is the story of a dream.

The story of a brother and sister bound by an ideal

But like all true stories, it doesn't always end well.

They chose a different path.

They drifted apart and never found each other again.

But without the presence of one in the life of the other, neither of them would have become what they are.

A story of two lives, a story of two successes, a story of two paths.

Underneath was a photo, Ravonna and him in front of the house on the cliff.

He continued to flip through the book, his eyes blurry with tears, and felt as if he was going through pieces of his life.

Pictures of TK's creation, of Mobius' workshop, of their first offices.

The day of the first opening.

Then the various collections of watches over the years, from the first one designed by Mobius to the latest luxury watches. Created after his departure.

Pictures of the rise of TK.

Photos taken after Mobius' time.

Until the last photo.

It was the front of Miss Minutes, of his shop.

A single sentence underneath.

We have taken different paths, our views have drifted apart, but you will always be my brother. For All time. Always.

Mobius wept for a long time over Ravonna, over the lost years, over what could have been. Then when the tears had dried, he closed the book and placed it neatly on the shelf. His hand lingered on the title for a moment.

Then, looking determined, he took his old sketchbook, sat outside the house and began to draw.

Loki's apartment - 2021

Loki, looking bewildered, was contemplating a sketch of the house on the hill.

At the bottom of the house, written in charcoal, it read:

I WANT TO MEET YOU!

FOR REAL THIS TIME!

_______

As a reader, I hate cliffhangers... I apologize in advance for being so cruel, I hope you will forgive me 😭

Chapter 1 - Chapter 2 - Chapter 3 - Chapter 4 - Chapter 5 - Chapter 6 - Chapter 7 - Chapter 8 (End)

[jensmisha]

I'm gonna go for the obvious one here and choose jensen/misha for the relationship thing

Disagreements:

who is more likely to raise their voice?: Jensen who threatens to leave but never actually does?: Jensen who actually keeps their word and leaves?: Misha who trashes the house?: Misha for sure, lol do either of them get physical?: Nah how often do they argue/disagree?: They have infrequent/occasional arguments and disagreements who is the first to apologise?: Misha. He does dramatic apologies with fully decorated cakes and romantic soliloquies.

Sex:

who is on top?: They switch who is on the bottom?: See above who has the strangest desires?: Misha any kinks?: Uhh. Flogging?? Fisting? I don't know, lol. who’s dominant in bed?: Misha is head ever in the equation?: Yes if so, who is better at performing it?: Misha ever had sex in public?: Yes who moans the most?: Jensen who leaves the most marks?: Jensen who screams the loudest?: Misha who is the more experienced of the two?: They're both pretty experienced but I'll give the edge to Misha do they ‘fuck’ or ‘make love’?: Yes rough or soft?: Yes how long do they usually last?: A couple hours is protection used?: Sometimes does it ever get boring?: Nope where is the strangest place they’d have sex?: Public library restroom (¯\_(ツ)_/¯)

Family:

do your muses plan on having children/or have children?: They each have 2-3 kids so probably not

Affection:

who likes to cuddle?: Jensen who is the little spoon?: Jensen who gets naughty in the most inappropriate of places?: Misha who struggles to keep their hands to themself?: Both of them how long can they cuddle until one becomes uncomfortable?: Five to ten minutes who gives the most kisses?: Misha what is their favourite non-sexual activity?: Boating where is their favourite place to cuddle?: Bed who is more likely to playfully grope the other?: Jensen how often do they get time to themselves?: Not very often as they're both pretty busy but they usually find some time for skype and zoom sessions

Sleeping:

who snores?: Misha if both do, who snores the loudest?: N/A do they share a bed or sleep separately?: Share if they sleep together, do they cozy up together or lay far apart?: Cozy who talks in their sleep?: Jensen what do they wear to bed?: T-shirt and shorts for Misha, pajama pants for Jensen are either of your muses insomniacs?: No can sleeping pills be found by the bedside?: No do they wrap their limbs around each other or just lay side by side?: Misha sleeps with his head on Jensen's shoulder who wakes up with bed hair?: Both of them who wakes up first?: Jensen who prepares breakfast in bed for the other?: Jensen what is their favourite sleeping position?: Spooning who hogs the sheets?: Misha do they set an alarm each night?: Yep can a television be found in their bedroom?: Yes who has nightmares?: Jensen who has ridiculous dreams?: Misha who sprawls out and takes up most of the bed?: Misha who makes the bed?: Misha what time is bed time?: 2am any routines/rituals before bed?: They talk to each other about their day who’s the grumpiest when they wake up?: Jensen

Work:

who is the busiest?: They’re both pretty busy who rakes in the highest income?: Jensen probably are any of your muses unemployed?: Sort of? who takes the most sick days?: Neither? who is more likely to turn up late to work?: Maybe Misha who sucks up to their boss?: Neither what are their jobs?: Actors who stresses the most?: Misha do your muses enjoy or despise their careers/occupations?: They enjoy their jobs are your muses financially stable?: yeah

Home:

who does the washing?: Misha who takes out the trash?: Misha who does the ironing?: Misha who does the cooking?: Misha who is more likely to burn the house down just trying?: Jensen who is messier?: Misha who leaves the toilet roll empty?: Jensen who leaves their dirty clothes on the floor?: Misha who forgets to flush the toilet?: Misha who is the prankster around the house?: Jensen who loses the car keys when it comes time to go somewhere?: Misha who mows the lawn?: Jensen who answers the telephone?: Misha who does the vacuuming?: Jensen who does the groceries?: Jensen who takes the longest to shower?: Jensen who spends the most time in the bathroom?: Jensen

Miscellaneous:

is money a problem?: No how many cars do they own?: Four do they own their home or do they rent?: Own do they live near the coast or deep in the countryside?: They split time between their home states do they live in the city or in the country?: City do they enjoy their surroundings?: Yeah what’s their song?: "Sucker," Jonas Brothers lol what do they do when they’re away from each other?: Text and facetime each other where did they first meet?: Set of Supernatural how did they first meet?: Probably on set Misha's first day who spends the most money when out shopping?: Jensen who’s more likely to flash their assets?: Misha who finds it amusing when the other trips over?: Misha any mental issues?: I don't know who’s terrified of bugs?: Jensen who kills the spiders around the house?: Misha their favourite place?: Vancouver who pays the bills?: Jensen do they have any fears for their future?: They both mildly fear aging and the impact it can have on job prospects who’s more likely to surprise the other with a fancy dinner?: Misha who uses up all of the hot water?: Misha who’s the tallest?: They're roughly the same height but iirc I think Jensen is slightly taller? So Jensen? who’s more likely to just randomly hop into the shower with the other?: Jensen who wanders around in their underwear?: Misha who sings the loudest when singing along to the radio?: Misha what do they tease each other about?: Misha teases Jensen about who is more likely to cringe at the other’s fashion sense at times?: Jensen do they have mutual friends?: lol yep who crushed first?: They had mutually unrequited crushes any alcohol or substance related problems?: Don't think so, no who is more likely to stumble home, drunk, at 3am?: Misha who swears the most?: They both swear like sailors

[rogue-durin-16]

THE KEEPER (Part I/II)

Summary: When a mysterious person threatens the heir's life, the service of a personal guard is required to keep him safe until the foe is found. Fíli, who doesn't take the matter very seriously, only sees it as an chance to spend more time with certain knight.

Pairing: Fíli x Reader

Genre: angst-fluff

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Permanent taglist: @queenofmankind @randomparanoid @karlthecat15722 @thebutchersdaughtersblog

Warnings: a little angst, probably some typos

A/N: am I deliberately ignoring the canonical end of The Hobbit? Maybe so. PSA my phone died and i just got a new one; I'm still getting used to typing with it, that's why I haven't updated in more than a week. It's also why you'll probably find typos here, but I hope you enjoy this nonetheless <3.

Part II

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I sighed at the music that echoed through the pillared halls of Erebor and managed to sneak into my room. Staying isolated while the whole kingdom was partying made my immature side, the one who would run down to the celebration in the blink of an eye, come to the surface, burying my common sense in its way.

"Must I tie you down to the lamppost?" Luckily, I had the most efficient keeper in the entire Royal Guard to remind me what I could and couldn't do.

"Would it kill you to relax?" I teased, though I had gotten her memo and was already moving away from my door.

"Probably." She replied, sparing me a quick glance with raised eyebrows. "Likely, it would kill you too." I rolled my eyes at her. "That's rather the point."

As a new idea crossed my mind, a smile flashed across my face "I'll risk it." I said, moving to stand in front of her, and held out a hand. "Dance with me?"

"No?" her tone expressed perfectly her incredulity at my words.

"Y/n I'm so bored, please, indulge me." her eyes opened widely, throwing daggers at me as I removed her sword and started to tug her towards me. "No one will attempt to kill me here."

"We don't know that." she retorted, though she didn't stop me from placing one hand on her waist and the other up in the air holding hers.

"Yes we do." I hummed, starting to sway at the rhythm of the music, quieted down due to the distance between us and the great halls. "We're in my chambers."

"will you remind me why aren't you at the party?" she inquired intently.

"Because of Thorin's paranoia?" I feigned innocence as I pretended to doubt the answer.

"Wrong." I pouted and she shook her head. "Someone sent you a death threat." I huffed, pulling away from her to spin her around. "You should take it seriously." I dramatically groaned, pulling her back to me. "Fíli." I couldn't help but grin.

It took me quite a while —almost a year— to convince her to call me by my name and not by my title.

"There is nothing to worry about," I stated, earning a tired sigh from her. We had been having that same back and forth for a week —it had started as soon as she had been assigned that task, in which I might have had a hand. "Because you are here to protect me."

"Something I can't quite do if I'm dancing."

"I said I'll risk it" i repeated with raised eyebrows.

It was then that she finally started to relax in my arms, not before letting out a sigh of defeat accompanied by an eyeroll though. Her beautiful eyes drifted off me to get lost somewhere at my left; took that opportunity to let my poor façade down and stared at her mesmerized as if she was the Arkenstone.

It's not as if I didn't make it quite obvious that I fancied her —actually, that was an understatement— but often my feelings were accompanied by a joking tone to spare my heart from Y/n's genuine reply.

A strong knock made us jump away from each other and rush to get our respective weapons. "Fíli?" My shoulders relaxed when Nori's voice reached us, but just as I stepped to open the door, Y/n tugged my arm to stand behind her. "Calm down, will you?" The dwarf requested, offended at Y/n's hostility whilst letting him pass.

"I tried telling her, but she won't listen." Y/n huffed and I winked at her. "What is it?"

"Thorin wants to move you to another room until this is sorted out." My eyes widened at his words. Now the whole matter was starting to look like a tempest in a teacup. "Dwalin offered to exchange chambers with you."

"You're all exaggerating." Y/n joined Nori in his task of picking up the necessary. "This is ridiculous!" Both of them were now running around the room, completely ignoring me. "I can defend myself!" Y/n, now at the doorframe, motioned me to follow her out of the room. "I refuse to leave my room just because a coward sent—"

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"Force wasn't necessary." I grumbled, throwing myself over my back to the king sized bed. It wasn't as comfortable as mine.

"In fact," she gave me an intent look, taking off her light armor and mesh, and throwing them over a stone bench. "it was."

I propped myself up with my forearms, my eyebrows furrowed in confusion as I stared at Y/n. "What are you doing?"

"Getting ready to sleep?" She replied, leaving her sword as close to her as possible, in case she had to reach for it.

"In that chair?"

"Yes?" Now she was the one who frowned confused. "Where else?" With eyebrows raised, I motioned at the large, empty space on the bed. "No?"

"There's enough room left for you and your sword." She snorted as if I was joking —which I partially was but not entirely. "We're both grownups are we not?" Her eyes pierced through me giving me that look. "It wouldn't be the first time that we sleep together anyway."

"We are not to repeat that." She stated.

"Y/n? Y/n." I kicked her leg through my blanket and hers, making her gasp and consecutively turn to meet me with an annoyed gaze. "Don't give me that look."

"You just kicked me." She hissed in the same quiet tone I was speaking.

"Because you're shivering."

She completely spun around so now we were face to face. "That's not a valid reason to kick me."

"I was trying to get your attention." Before she could complain again, I rushed the words out of my mouth. "Sleep with me." She slightly scooted away, surely taken aback by my suggestion. "I'm freezing too." I added, which wasn't a lie, just an exaggeration.

Before I knew it, we were laying together with both blankets over us, our legs interlaced, and our faces way too close.

"this is the most uncomfortable position we could have chosen, is it not?" I laughed, refusing to let my cheeks redden.

She laughed too, in the same way I had. "Any suggestions?"

"maybe..." I started guiding her, searching for another posture. "Maybe... Like this? or-"

I was cut off by her quiet laughter, now genuine and contagious, as she had ended up with her torso over mine. "I don't think this is better." She caged me so she could prop herself and move; and she propped herself, but didn't move.

The muffled chuckles had died the moment our gazes met. Both of us parted our lips in an attempt to say something, but none spoke.

With our eyes locked, my hands carefully traveled up her thighs whilst one of hers hesitantly caressed my cheek.

As if we had silently agreed on it, we both leaned into each other and let our lips share a ghostlike kiss that left me yearning for more. It was the reason why I unconsciously lifted myself, trying to capture Y/n's lips when she pulled away.

I snapped out of it when my forehead met hers and her hands rested on my chest. It was the strangest sensation; seeing the regret in her orbs at the same time as I felt her body refraining itself from returning to me.

"... would it be so bad?"

Y/n opened her mouth like a fish out of water. "It would be worse. I thought I made clear that this" she finally spoke, motioning between me and her "cannot happen."

"Well, this time we're not sleeping in the woods." I reasoned, deliberately ignoring the pang in my chest. "So there is no reason for it to happen again. Now" I patted the matress. "Sleep with me."

After a moment of meditation, she gave in and lay down, throwing the soft furs over her.

Silence.

"This is uncomfortable." She spoke, both of our bodies stiff and our eyes on the ceiling.

"It is."

Silence.

"Okay, take the bed." I finally said, attempting to get off it and move to the chair, just to be tugged back by her hands.

"Don't you dare." Before I could argue, she scooted closer and I had to force myself to relax when she laid her head on my chest because I could make it even more uncomfortable if I didn't do so. "No kissing this time." She teased.

"Yes ma'am." I replied with a chuckle, wrapping my arms around her.

It didn't take long for either of us to fall asleep.

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READER'S P. O. V.

I woke up to Fíli and Kíli's hushed voices, and I instantly jolted up, entering a kind of alert mode that only the two brothers were able to get me into.

"What are you doing?" Kíli's eyes went from his brother to me, and back to his brother. "What is it?" Instead of giving me a reply, the younger prince nodded at the blond one and exited the room. "What on Durin's beard was that?" I inquired, suspicious.

"I was telling him where I was going." Replied, sheathing his blade.

"You are not going anywhere."

"I am going out."

"No you're not." I commanded, already dreading it would be in vain.

"To Dale." He was speaking so casually, as if he wasn't about to disobey direct orders from our king and to get me in trouble in the process.

"Fíli."

"I need fresh air!" His voice became slightly louder in desperation.

"Go to the damn balcony!" I replied, mirroring his tone as I threw the furs off me.

"I'm going out."

"Well, I'm staying here." I firmly stated, not willing to give in just yet.

"Then I'm going out alone." And with that, he left. "Until this afternoon!"

"What even-" after going through a moment of shock, I got up and put on my boots, only being able to grab my sword and belt before rushing out of the room.

"Oh so you are coming?" He teased, literally strutting along the hallway, not bothering on slowing down the pace for me to be able to buckle my belt and sword around my waist without struggling.

"You're impossible." I yanked his arm to stop his walking.

With my attention on the belt I didn't notice how close he had gotten, so when his hands appeared in front of my eyes, pulling away mine, I had to stop myself from gasping. "You have always loved challenges." He pointed out, taking care of securing the belt around me.

"Not when I have to keep the challenge safe." He pulled at the leather clothing to make sure it was okay, and then held my hand to prompt me to resume the walk. "I don't even have my armor on."

"You won't need it." He assured me, not allowing me to go back before sneaking us out of the mountain.

This would surely end terribly.