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beefromanoff · 1 year

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Going Under Ch. 19

summary: day one living at the compound!

characters: Bucky Barnes x OC

soundtrack: something I need - onerepublic

warnings: fluff, pop star fantasy x love story, set in an AU where the Avengers reunite after Civil War, pre-infinity war, slight angst, hurt/comfort, lonely reader/OC.

author’s note: LONGEST CHAPTER YET, woooo! loving this new setting. let me know what you think xo

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The morning light streamed through the large window, casting a soft, golden glow across the spacious bedroom. Gianna slowly stirred beneath the plush bedding, her mind enjoying a few blissful moments of groggy confusion before the weight of recent events settled back into her psyche. She blinked, the reality of her surroundings settling in.

She was here, in this famed place of superheroes and high-tech wonders, all because of an attempt on her life at her own concert. She was at the peak of her career and now it had come to a screeching halt. Strangely, that was the part that she minded the least. While she loved her career, she’d always wondered how much of that love had come from her making the best of a situation she knew she couldn’t get out of anyways. Now, with Tony Stark having freed her from the confines of her contract and made the executive decision to cancel the tour, Gianna couldn't help but feel a mix of gratitude and disbelief. It had been a whirlwind journey from her world of music and fame into this realm of the Avengers.

But amidst the chaos and change, one person had remained a constant — James Buchanan Barnes. His unwavering dedication to her safety had touched her deeply, and she couldn't deny the growing feelings she harbored for him. Was it just gratitude, or was it something more? Was it their shared proximity over the past few months that made her daydream about things that made her blush?

I’d like to see anyone spend three straight months with a tall-dark-and-handsome man who shows up at their door daily with coffee, carries them to bed, quite literally saves their LIFE and try not fall for him. Good luck.

Gianna pulled the covers over her faced and groaned.

Does he feel the same way? He put me right next to his bedroom. Surely that means something. Maybe it just means he feels bad for me, I don’t know anyone else here. Maybe this was more of a protection thing. Ugh, he probably feels bad for me and that’s why he stuck me here. Don’t read into this.

As she lay in bed, Gianna couldn't help but replay their moments together—the way he looked late at night with his mussed up hair and the moonlight illuminating his crooked smile. The smiles they shared when a coffee run had been longer than planned and they’d have to sneak into soundcheck underneath Tom’s nose. The times she’d caught him glancing at her when he thought she wasn't looking, his blue eyes running over her body and igniting a fire inside her.

With a sigh, Gianna pushed the covers aside and swung her legs over the side of the bed. It was time to face the day. No good would come from laying in bed and chasing circles around her own mind.

Coffee. She needed coffee, something familiar and comforting in this new reality. Standing to her feet, Gianna trudged to the bathroom and turned on the shower.

After she’d woken up at the hands of the cold water, she ran a brush through her hair, still looking decent from the heavily hair-sprayed curls done for yesterday’s press conference. Pulling a sweatshirt over her head, Gianna slid her feet into her loosely tied sneakers and opened her bedroom door.

A folded note fluttered to the ground as she stepped out. Opening it, she recognized Bucky’s scrawled handwriting.

running at the lake - be back soon (in case you still aren’t checking your phone)

Shit. She’d seen her phone charging at the desk in her bedroom and walked right past it. The longer she went without checking, the more she’d have to wade through when she finally did. Which only served to deter her more. The peace was welcome, but she forgot that people may actually be trying to get ahold of her during her cell-phone sabbatical. Of course Bucky had picked up on that.

She tossed the folded note onto her bed and closed the door behind her, doing her best to retrace yesterday’s steps to the coffee station. The cool morning air greeted her as she walked out of the Avenger’s living quarters and towards the main building. A few SHIELD agents jogged by her, sneaking a glance out the side of their eyes as if they didn’t believe what they were seeing.

I guess a professional singer isn’t exactly who they’d expect to see here. I’m sure they’ve seen the news, they can put two and two together.

In the distance, she heard birds calling through the trees. A light morning fog clung to the air around the treeline. Gianna’s eyes scanned for any sight of Bucky, but she came up empty before reaching the main building. Pulling open the door, the familiar sight of the foyer greeted her. Unlike last night, it was alive with activity. People walking through in pairs, comparing data on tablets, men and women in tactical gear walking purposefully towards their destination. It reminded her of New York, in a way. Everyone on a singular mission, going about their day, stopping first to get their morning cup of joe. As she strode up to the tablet where Bucky had started the process the night before, she realized she had no idea what she was doing.

Staring blankly, Gianna hoped no one was waiting on her. A quick glance over her shoulder showed she was in the clear. As she lifted her hand to begin poking around, a large hand came over her shoulder and beat her to it.

“Hazelnut latte, right?” Steve’s familiar voice spoke.

“Lucky guess.” Gianna grinned, relieved to see a friendly face.

“Good memory.” Steve winked as he punched a few buttons on the screen, sending the mechanical arm whirring back to life. “Bucky and I snagged a cup last week in New York before we were so graciously invited to a concert. He ordered for you.”

“Ah, I see, still impressive. Tom, uh, my manager…he used to handle the coffee runs before Bucky came along and he got my order right maybe twice.”

“Well I’m just glad to see Bucky being used to his full potential.” Steve teased, eyes kind. He handed her the steaming latte just deposited on the counter. Nodding in thanks, she popped a lid on the cup and stood back, not sure where her next destination would be.

Steve seemed to sense her hesitation. “I can show you my favorite spot, if you want. It’s peaceful in the morning.”

“Yes please,” She nodded eagerly. “I promise not to hijack it, maybe we can trade off days?”

“I’m not too worried about overlap…I usually have my coffee around 4am.”

Clutching her chest, Gianna feigned shock. “What is it with you super soldiers and early mornings?!”

Steve laughed. “I think it’s more of an old man thing, to be honest with you.”

They strode out to the lake, the sun casting a beautiful glow across the clearing. Steve led them to a dock stretching out over the water. They sat down at the end of it, legs dangling off the end. The dock was low, so Steve had slipped off his shoes and cuffed his pants to avoid them getting wet. The very tips of Gianna’s sneakers only barely grazed the water when she pointed her toes, so she left them on.

They sat in silence for a moment, observing the quiet morning as Gianna sipped her coffee. The calm waters mirrored the clear blue sky, creating a serene and idyllic setting. The steaming hazelnut latte in her hands felt nice, the warmth of the cup a comforting contrast to the cool morning air.

Steve turned his gaze towards Gianna, his blue eyes filled with genuine concern. "How are you holding up, Gianna? It's been quite a whirlwind since we met last week."

Gianna took a slow sip, in disbelief it had only been a week since they attended her show. "Honestly, Steve, it's been overwhelming, but...everyone here has been so welcoming. I’m not exactly a stranger to chaos, but I could definitely do without the life-threatening part. But, something tells me no one’s going to come for me if Bucky’s around.” She smiled, eyes scanning the lake for any sight of him again.

Steve nodded, a hint of a smile playing on his lips as he noticed her gaze. "Bucky is the most loyal person I’ve ever met. He's not going anywhere, trust me."

Gianna set her cup aside and turned to Steve. "Can I ask you something, Steve?"

Steve met her gaze with curiosity. "Of course. What's on your mind?"

She hesitated for a moment, choosing her words carefully. They were best friends and she was keenly aware that whatever she said may end up right back in Bucky’s ear. "What was he like before I knew him? I mean, I can tell there's so much more to him than meets the eye. He's... different from anyone I’ve ever met. I just…I just want to know more. Know him more."

Steve leaned back, his gaze fixed on the serene horizon. "Bucky... he's been through a lot. He used to be one of the most charming, charismatic people I knew. Quite the ladies main, too.” He raised his eyebrow at her before turning a more serious tone. “He was always the one with a smile and a joke. Owned every room he walked in. We were inseparable."

Gianna paused, thinking back to everything Bucky told her in her hotel room on that rainy day. "What changed?"

Steve's expression turned somber. "The war happened, and you know…he was captured and experimented on by Hydra. They turned him into something he never wanted to be—a weapon. A predator."

Gianna's heart ached at the pain she could hear in Steve's voice. "And since then?"

Steve sighed, his gaze drifting back to the lake. "Since then, he's struggled to find his place in this world. He's carried a heavy burden, and it's made him guarded. Before the pardon, he didn’t always have the warmest welcome back into society. Even though he’s been completely cleared of any charges, it really shook him. He struggles with a lot of guilt, feels like there was something he could have done. I know he’s afraid to hurt anyone, anyone who doesn’t deserve it. He hasn't dated since... well, since before the accident on that train."

Gianna's eyes widened with surprise. "That long?"

Steve nodded solemnly. "We've all tried to set him up with women over the years, but nothing ever seemed to stick. He never even mentioned anyone to us. Until now, that is."

Gianna absorbed his words, cheeks flushed, understanding the weight of what he was saying. She turned her gaze towards the lake, the reflection of the morning sun dancing on the water's surface. "I see."

Steve glanced at her, a hint of a knowing smile tugging at his lips. "Gianna, you've managed to do something bigger than you realize. You've brought him out of his shell, made him…lighter. It’s been nice to see him like this.”

Gianna felt a warmth spread through her at Steve's words. "He’s done the same for me.”

“Before I met him…I didn’t really have anyone. No family left, I have my team…they’re as close as you can be to people you work with, I suppose. But Bucky…he filled this thing in my life that I didn’t even know was empty. As silly as it sounds, he’s honestly my closest friend.”

"He’d deny it, but he had the same emptiness. He may be big, strong, Bucky Barnes, but he’s still a person. We all need someone." Steve leaned back on his palms.

“He has you, though. You’ve been friends longer than most people have been alive.”

Steve laughed. “Yeah…but I don’t think he’d be thrilled about bringing me coffee every morning. Maybe I’m just not his type.” He winked at her.

Gianna leaned back too, a small smile playing on her lips. "Here I was, hoping he liked blondes. What a shame.”

As their chuckles died out, they sat in the remaining stillness of the morning. The compound was beginning to liven up as the run rose higher in the sky. A distant shouting could be heard, orders being barked to a group of trainees.

“I think that’s my queue.” Steve stood to his feet, picking up his boots. “It’s nice to have you here, Gianna.”

“It’s nice to be here. Thanks for this.”

She sat for a while longer, relishing in the feeling of having nowhere to be. When her empty cup kept tipping over with the breeze, she decided to call it and head back to her room.

She got halfway up the trail when a familiar voice called out to her for the second time that morning. This time, it was Bucky.

“Good morning sunshine.” He jogged up next to her, his dark hair pulled back in a loose knot. His gray crewneck sweatshirt was only slightly damp with sweat despite the fact he’d likely been running for hours.

“Good morning to you.” She grinned. “I looked for you around the lake but didn’t see you. Must have been moving too fast.”

He chuckled. “Let me guess. Steve showed you the dock.”

“He did. Plus a few of your high school photos.”

Bucky raised an eyebrow.

“I’m just kidding -- I know they didn’t have cameras back then.”

“Ouch.” He put a hand over his heart.

“Oh, hush. How was your run?”

“It was good, long. This is my favorite place to run. I love the city, but it’s just so quiet here. No angry New Yorkers in the way.”

Gianna laughed. “Yeah, it’s peaceful here. More quiet than I’ve felt for…I don’t even know. It’s nice.”

“Did you sleep okay?”

“Ohmygosh, yeah. If this whole superhero thing doesn’t work out, and you know, the record label thing, Tony could totally open his own hotel chain. 11/10 on the bed. I’ll definitely be leaving a good Yelp review.”

“What’s Yelp?” Bucky looked down at her, puzzled.

“It’s like, remember how I showed you Google Reviews?” He nodded. “It’s like that, but for the whole website. People sometimes use it in a joke, like with things you obviously wouldn’t review. For example, Bucky Barnes…five stars. Fantastic bad guy hunter. Good under pressure. Great hair.”

“Ah, I see.” He grinned. “Gianna Cruz…four stars. Good singer, great company…a little high-maintenance.”

“Bucky!” She punched his arm, instinctively, immediately thankful she was on his right side and didn’t just slam her fist into solid vibranium.

“Sorry, sorry. You’re not high-maintenance.” He put his arm around her shoulders as they walked, leaning down to whisper in her ear. “Just…a little bit of a diva.”

“Okay, now it’s personal.” She ducked out from under his arm and tossed her empty cup back at him. He caught it without looking.

“I’m sorry, I am. I didn’t mean it.” He caught up with her, still laughing. “Where are you going, anyways?”

“Away from your attitude, old man.”

“Okay…well, if you want to change course I’m headed to a sparring session. You could watch, if you wanted. I know you’re probably booked solid.”

She rolled her eyes. “I think I can make time for that.”

“Great.” He grinned, turning their course to the direction of the training building.

Gianna POV

Holy shit.

I’d been sitting on a bench against the wall of the main training room for over an hour. One by one, the SHIELD recruits would step onto the mat for their turn at hand-to-hand combat with Bucky. After the first dozen failed to last 10 seconds, Steve began to send them in three at a time. When that didn’t help, he sent them in groups of five. None of them made it to the 30 second mark before landing on their back on the mat.

Between each group, Steve would pause and the two super soldiers would break down what mistakes the group made in getting disarmed, sometimes demonstrating various maneuvers they could use in the future. The group of agents was dripping in sweat, looking defeated, but nodding as they learned from the best.

I knew he was a badass…but damn. Seeing Bucky, who’d removed his sweatshirt to reveal a white t-shirt underneath, effortlessly take down five grown men at one…who knew this was such a turn on. He moved swiftly, his face never appearing strained or tired. He almost looked bored.

I shivered, my mind drifting to Madripoor. If Bucky could do this without even trying, without any real reason, what was he capable of when he was trying? When he was acting in vengeance, anger? What look did he have on his face when he was going after everyone who tried to hurt me? I shuddered, but not out of fear. I don’t think I could ever be afraid of Bucky. He’s the most composed, consistent, capable man I’ve ever met. He always seems to know what to do, always be in control.

He made me feel safe. Amongst other things.

It was hard not to let the other things take center stage in my mind as I watched. He lifted the bottom of his t-shirt to wipe his brow and his thick, muscular torso was revealed. I felt my cheeks flush, ripping my eyes away. When I looked somewhere, anywhere else, I saw several of the female agents indulging in the same view.

What the hell do they think they’re looking at?

A sudden heat burned in my chest. Am I seriously getting jealous right now? Because other women are checking out my -- my what? My friend? My bodyguard? The man I kissed the last time I was drunk and never brought it up again?

I sighed. I have no right to be jealous if I can’t even find time to talk about that kiss. Plus, they’re just looking. Can I blame them? I’m the one sitting on the sidelines, like a goddamn high schooler watching her boyfriend at football practice.

I guess this is how Bucky must have felt sitting through all those rehearsals. I hadn’t thought about the role reversal. He’d put in dozens and dozens of hours watching me do the exact same thing every day, and now I finally got to see him in his element. If this was how the next few weeks of my life were going to look, you weren’t going to hear me complain about it.

When the training session wrapped, Bucky strode over to me, taking a long sip of water.

“So. What’d you think?”

“I think there’s a few more moves you’re due to teach me.” I reached up and brushed a strand of his hair back out of his face, keenly aware of the eyes on us.

“Oh, yeah?” He raised an eyebrow, taking another sip of water.

“I mean, I learned the knife flip pretty fast. Who says I can’t learn that last move you did?”

“If you need to flip a grown man over on his ass, I think I can just take care of that for you.”

“What if you aren’t there?” I persisted, half joking.

He looked down at me, suddenly stern. “I’ll be there.”

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I stepped back into my bedroom as the sun fell below the horizon. For not doing a whole lot, I was tired. After watching Bucky train, we’d walked back to our bedrooms where he broke off to shower. I finally bit the bullet and caught up on the mess that was my phone, which was mentally draining.

A few of the other team members had flown in from the city, so our building was livelier than the night before. Our floor had Sam, Bucky, Steve, Natasha, and me. Below us was Wanda, Peter, Vision, Bruce, and two empty rooms where Thor and Clint sometimes stayed. Tony had his own separate wing. When Natasha and Wanda had landed, they very sweetly came to check on me. We’d spent the afternoon on the balcony, somewhere between smalltalk and gossip.

I learned about Clint’s family, which was a secret from the world. I learned that Peter had a crush on Wanda, who thought it was sweet but he was too young for her. I learned that Natasha and Steve kissed once before as a distraction on a mission and once during a game of spin-the-bottle at Tony’s. Those damn game nights.

They, Wanda specifically, asked me for details on all her favorite celebrities. She was wide-eyed and intrigued, so I gladly dished out all the industry gossip I had. If anyone could keep a secret, surely it was two Avengers.

When the sun began to set, Sam had called us in for dinner. They’d grilled burgers. For the evening, it felt so blissfully ordinary. Besides the billion dollar, highly secure facility we were in, it felt like a suburban backyard cookout. Music playing in the background, beers clinking, enough laughter that my ribs hurt by the end of it. Sam’s impression of Tony had everyone in shambles, even Bucky. It was a good day.

When we finished cleaning up, I excused myself to go to bed. Not that I had to be up early or anything, but when the fatigue started to set in these days, so did the headaches. Best to play it safe and go lie down.

I stood in my steamy bathroom, tousling my wet hair with a towel. My phone pinged in the other room. Flipping off the light, I flopped down on my bed and reached for it.

Bucky Barnes: “Gianna Cruz. Five Stars. Stunning. Sweet. Great kisser.”

My stomach flipped and butterflies tore through me. I read his words on the screen over and over, my thumbs dancing over the keyboard as I tried to decide what to say.

Gianna Cruz: “Your feedback is greatly appreciated. We’d love to see you become a regular.”

Bucky Barnes: “Here’s hoping. Sweet dreams.”

As I sat my phone down on the nightstand, sleep was the furthest thing from my mind.

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Hamartia [Epilogue]

Pairing: Dark!Peter Parker x Stark!Reader

Words: 2,062

Warnings: Fluff, minor mention of death, mentions of blood, mentions of bruises, mentions of scars, it’s just some bittersweet fluff tbh

Summary: New beginnings

A/N: It’s finally here, the end of Hamartia!! Thank you guys so much for sticking around and thank you for all of your comments!! It’s taken a long time to finish but I’m so glad you guys have liked the series and it’s been a lot of fun writing it. It’s definitely a series I’m very proud of so thank you to everyone who’s read it!! I hope you guys like it!! Please lemme know what y’all think!!

ch. 18 || ch. 19 || ch. 20

series masterlist // masterlist

The trip to Amsterdam was one of the best times of your and Peter’s lives. For the first time since becoming Spider-Man, not a single villain showed up on this trip. Instead, him and you got to go to the museum in peace and he watched you become so enthralled with every single painting you witnessed and he fell that much more in love with you with every painting. You found love in the art while he found more love in you.

You went to Body Worlds, the NEMO museum, and took tours around the city. Something about the whole trip brought you closer together and neither of you wanted to leave and go back home. But, Peter promised he’d bring you back, when he won’t need Harley’s help. And you vowed to take him wherever he wanted next, as a thank you.

Now, it’s July and you’ve been back home for three months, going into a routine. Peter has been enjoying his job at the Daily Bugle and is thrilled to be back being Spider-Man. He’s back to saving people, and promising to take a break if he ever needs it again. You’ve actually been learning some of the ins and outs of Stark Industries. You’re still very intent that you won’t be taking it over, Harley can absolutely have the company, but you still wants to be a part of that and that means you have to learn at least something. So, you pack up almost every morning and go with Harley and Pepper. You’ve gotten back into coaching which started earlier in the month. Life feels good for the both of you and you’re ready to move on to something bigger and better.

You’re standing in your room, looking around in athletic shorts and one of Peter’s shirts. A soft and sad smile holds your lips. Memories were made in this room, so many memories. Late-night study sessions where all of your friends were still alive and happy. You remember all of the laughter, spilled snacks, the games of “Never Have I Ever” being played for more than actually studying. The walls, you’re sure, still hold your friends’ laughter like your memory. And you remember movie nights with just Harley and you throwing popcorn at him until he stopped quoting Interstellar for the millionth time. Your first night with Peter plays back like an old film.

The night he came to your window, all of the nights he’d come to your window through high school, bloody and bruised usually, apologizing profusely but asking if you'd help him so May or MJ didn’t worry. And you always helped, you started keeping a first aid kit in your room because of him. and you remember the time, the Star Wars movies after everything had happened, fixing the prosthetic leg, giving him his camera. Every memory floods black like a flooded dam.

The walls have heard and seen so many things and now that’s it. The walls hold those memories in like a padlock, sealing them away with no one there to make more memories, none of you and your friends anyway. It’s a bit bittersweet but you know, if you want to be closer to the memories, you can always come back. So, you bend down, and pick up the last cardboard box before turning around towards the door.

“Need any help?” Peter asks, voice as cheery as ever as he hangs upside down from your door, scaring you and getting a good yell out you.

“Damn it, Peter!” You yell, Peter laughing and nearly slipping while still upside down. “You scared the shit out of me!” Your heart is racing in your chest but you’re laughing with Peter. “Why are you on the ceiling?”

He gives you a cheeky grin. “Thought it’d be fun to scare you.”

“I think you’ve hung out with Clint one too many times.” You mutter with the shake of your head. “But yeah, if you wanna take the box.”

Peter chuckles but nods, lowering himself onto the floor and walking over to you, taking the box from you. “You sure about this?”

“Well, we’ve been living together for a year now anyway. Can’t be too much different, right?”

“Yeah, uh, that’s a good point.” Peter nods, smile decorating his face but he saw you standing there so he knows something’s up. “You, uh, you sure you’re okay?”

“Yeah,” You nod with a gentle smile. “Just weird, I guess. I lived with Cinder, ya know? But, I was usually here. I think I was here more than there.” You admit with a scoff. “There’s a lot of memories here.”

Peter nods with understanding. “We, uh, we’ll make more. Better ones.” His eyes are big and soft, gentle and pretty as ever.

“Yeah, we will.” You look to the ground and back to him. “Let’s go, spider-boy, I’m ready, I promise. Are you sure about this?”

“Absolutely.” Peter nods his head towards the door.

You head out first, leading the way out the door. You say your final goodbyes to who’s at the tower before getting into the U-Haul. It was a month after you got back from Amsterdam, you were up late one night, cuddling in bed with Peter tracing the scar on your shoulder and he asked if you wanted to get a place with him. He’d been saving almost every penny from his paycheck for an apartment but after what you’ve been through and already living together for a year, he didn’t want to be away from you even if it was just to sleep.

There was no hesitation in your voice when you agreed, not seconds after Peter finished the question. You were ready to leave, as sad as it is t leave the childhood home, you were ready. You aren’t moving far, you’re still in the city but now Peter will be within walking distance of the Daily Bugle and Happy still offered to pick you up if you wanted. You declined but appreciated the offer. But, this was it, you were officially moving out and into your own place to live your own lives for the first time and you both are so excited.

The apartment is rundown a little. But you have permission from the landlord to fix up a few things and paint, kind of really make it your place. And so, after getting a few things unpacked, you and Peter are sitting on a hand-me-down couch from the tower, takeout on a box in front of you while you look through places like Home Depot and Menards, looking at furniture and paint. And you’re laughing at each other’s ideas and suggestions, saying neither of you have taste, only for Peter to let you pick out whatever you want, besides the paint. He does not want red and blue walls as much as you think it would be funny.

“Please, think about--”

“I’m begging you, no.” Peter shakes his head, scrolling away and searching for green paint.

He will not have red and blue walls. Absolutely not, he will cave with almost everything else but not that. But, he likes green and Ned has a green wall. He always liked it so surely you will like it, right?

“GREEN?!” You yell, face contorted with disgust.

“What’s wrong with green?” Peter yells back. He glances between you and the phone, pointing at the screen with his free hand. "It's a good color!"

“Lots of things, like grass stains.” You state. "Those are terrible and like, asparagus."

Peter’s eyes are narrowed as he lets out a laugh. “Did grass stains scar you so bad, Y/n? I will give you the asparagus though. Gross.”

“Yes, actually. I ruined my favorite shorts once." Your voice is filled with sarcasm.

"Then why'd you start coaching?" Peter retorts.

"No, green, Pete." You laugh. “You wouldn’t let me help with first, last, or the security deposit. So, no green.”

With everything Peter went through and then drowning himself in bills, he wants to be able to do this. Not for you, but for himself. He wants to afford the apartment so when you offered to just pay for it, pay more so you could have a new apartment with all upgraded features and appliances, he said no. He didn’t want you to pay for any of it. So, you compromised, you picked an apartment you could afford if both of you made the same pay. What he doesn’t know is that you’ll still be buying all of the furniture, paint, and groceries.

“Yellow?” Peter offers with hopeful eyes.

“Ew.” You scrunch your nose.

"What's wrong with yellow?" Peter shakes his head in confusion.

"It's too bright!"

"You, uh, had a wall of windows in your bedroom your whole life?" Peter's head goes back as he laughs.

"Exactly! I need something that's not so blinding. Pick another."

“Off-white?” Peter lets out a sigh, going for something too simple hoping you’ll say no.

“Well, we’re doing white cabinets.” You point behind Peter towards the kitchen where there are old, dark wooden cabinets which you’ll be replacing.

“WHY WHITE CABINETS?!” Peter's eyes are wide and that cannot do. He's very messy sometimes, especially with food and the cabinets will just be dirty all the time. What is with people and white cabinets?

“They’re sleek!” Shiloh defends.

“So, is black!” Peter comes back, both of you still maintaining smiles during this whole thing, a bit surprised it’s the paint you can’t agree on.

“Too dark!”

Peter narrows his eyes again. You want something dark but not too dark and it just makes him laugh because there are a million colors. He knows you'll agree on something but it's funny to him how different your ideas are. It's something he hadn't thought of it but it's a lot of fun figuring it out with you. You'll be able to mold your home into something that really is this combination of the both of you, a comprise will work because it always does and it will be yours. He won't feel like a guest, and you won't feel like you have to keep the aesthetic of the tower. This is yours.

“Compromise?” Peter asks.

“I think you should just watch HGTV.” You offer with a grin.

“I’ll watch it if we don’t do white cabinets and red and blue walls.” Peter chuckles, pleading eyes. “Pease.”

You pause for a second, eyes narrowed at him but a smile dances across your face. “Alright, deal. 100 Day Dream Home, grey cabinets, white walls?” You offer with raised brows.

“Green accent wall?” Peter counters.

“Brick red accent wall?” You offer, gaining a not-so-pleased look from Peter. "I really just like the color and as an accent wall, it won't be too much. No blue, promise." You chuckle.

The corner of Peter’s mouth twitches. “Deal.”

You lean over, pulling Peter’s mouth to yours in a soft and gentle kiss. “Thank you.”

“For what?” Peter chuckles.

“Asking me to live with you, compromising, being you.”

Peter adjusts himself so he’s facing you before cupping your face in his hands. “I don’t wanna live with anyone else.”

You put your forehead to his. “I love you, ya know?”

“I love you, too.” Peter pulls you closer to him, your lips colliding against his, his mouth moving in sync with you as you smile and hum against him. “Wanna go to the bedroom?” His eyes dart from yours, behind you to your bedroom.

“Do you have to ask?” You grab his hand, pulling him with you, connecting your lips to his as Peter’s hands go to the hem of your shirt, pulling it off of you as you walk backwards towards the bedroom.

To find someone who loves you, truly, for who you are and who you can be is something indescribable. It's almost magical but what Peter and you have is so much more because you have seen everything horrible and grimy and dark that could possibly happen to someone and you have come out of it, together. You ended up on the other side with scars and bright flashlights, arm in and arm, leading the way to a better and brighter future. You don't love each other despite the bad, you love each other in spite of it all. Finding someone who chooses you, over everything, that is something to keep close. And for you and Peter, right here, right now, entangled in each other arms with the love only dreamt about, it’s a new beginning after the tragic downfall of a hero.

A/n: Thank you guys so much reading!! 😭💕

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fandom-monium · 4 years

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i finished for the holidays and i just *chefs kiss* beautiful talented amazing sajkgdkj no words i love that romance wasnt even the main point 🥺💘 anyway i love how you write reader and i wondered between her and spencer who gets jealous???

Unrivaled

Summary: In which you seem pretty close with the new intern, and Spencer is not happy about it. (ft. one of my fave white bois) “Have I ever told you how much I value your friendship?"

WC: 3.6k

Tags/Warnings: Spencer Reid x GN!Reader, fluff, cussing, Jealous!Spencer bc id like to see that, established relationships (blegh), Garvez if you squint, the lightest implication of smut ever, points to yall who can guess who the intern is before reading the end or the tags 😉

—

Spencer is not jealous. He’s not.

Why would he be?

He has no reason to be jealous, Spencer chants to himself as he sits at his desk. Even from across the bullpen he still manages to hear your voice, and while normally it’s music to his ears, even better than Mozart, now it just feels like nails against a chalkboard. Grating his eardrums, making him wince.

Because you’re laughing. Not with Spencer though. Not at his obscure references or lame jokes.

With the new intern.

Why did Emily have to put you in charge of him? She could’ve chosen anyone on the team to have him shadow, but it had to be you! Not that you’re incapable or unqualified; you’re experienced, talented, and the best person he knows.

… Okay, he can see why she picked you.

Why do they even have interns? Unnecessary, really, when the BAU has you and him and he guesses the other teams too (it’s weird, he’s never actually interacted with them but whatever). Maybe it’s time to start making budget cuts. He’ll discuss this with Emily when he gets the chance. He’s got some influence, working at the BAU as long as he has.

But he’s not jealous.

Logically, jealousy (like an intern) is unnecessary. The green-eyed monster (like an intern) is ugly and contributes nothing productive, and if Spencer’s being honest, the world (like an intern) would be much better off without it.

At least that’s what he keeps telling himself as he downs his coffee like a shot of whiskey, trying to quell the squirming beast in him. Despite 90% of it being sugar, it still tastes bitter. He sets his mug down with a thud, and it’s loud enough to make Luke, Garcia, and JJ turn their heads, exchanging concerned glances when he slumps back in his chair.

Spencer doesn’t care. The world’s ending; you’re apparently into younger guys, with neat dark hair and forearms that can probably snap someone’s neck, and he can’t do anything about it. What does it matter if his best friends catch him in a sour mood, right?

“Hey, Spence,” JJ's tone is soft as they slink over, Garcia and Luke leaning against the edge of his desk and JJ flanking the other side. “You alright?”

“Yeah, why wouldn’t I be?” Spencer gazes past them, his eyes never leaving you. He deflates; your stance is relaxed, completely open as you nod at whatever Intern is saying, his hands gesturing spastically. It must be interesting, the way you listen with rapt attention and respond just as enthusiastic.

Spencer scoffs. Not like that’s anything special. You do the same for him. And the rest of the team.

...What the hell are you guys talking about?

“Well, you look like you’re about to throw your mug across the room. Or at an intern.”

Spencer blinks, finally breaking away from you long enough to eye the ceramic octopus. “That’s a good idea actually.”

“Don’t,” Garcia and JJ both shoot him a warning and he huffs, resting his chin in his hand. Garcia looks horrified, betrayed even while JJ has that expression on, the one she gives when she scolds Henry and Michael.

Whatever. It’s not like he’d ever sacrifice Mildred. Garcia entrusted her to him, after all.

Unless...?

No, he couldn’t… Maybe.

“You know, Reid, if you’re jealous—”

Spencer snaps his head to Garcia, eyes wide and darting to you like you have super-hearing, “Jealous? Who’s jealous? Not me.” He cringes, his voice octaves higher and cracking like a prepubescent boy.

Garcia snorts, “Okay, sure. But if you are jealous, I was going to say you have no reason to be. You wanna know why?” Spencer raises an eyebrow at her and she continues, “Sure the guy’s smart enough to get a full-ride scholarship at GWU, and he’s top of his class at the academy—”

“Is this supposed to make me feel better?”

"And he’s one of the most good looking guys I've ever met—”

"How is that relevant—"

Luke frowns at her. "And have you met me?"

“My point is,” Garcia’s red lipstick curls into the most reassuring smile, “that you have nothing to worry about because (Your Name) loves you. A lot.”

Spencer perks up. “You really think so?”

“I know so. I see the way they look at you, and if that’s not love I don’t know what is," She shrugs, "And just because they’re talking doesn’t mean they’re into him.”

There's a collective nod of agreement and Spencer sags in relief. Of course they're right. He knows they are.

If you think about it, technically, he's got the advantage. You've known each other longer, bonded and shared experiences together good and bad, and you’re emotionally and even physically intimate with each other (something he's especially proud of, considering how long it takes you both to warm up to others).

And who knows? This is probably temporary! Whatever this is, the connection you seem to instantly make with Intern (faster than when you two had met, he realizes with a needle to his heart) is short-term at best. It'll peter out eventually, like most friendships do.

It’s sad, but a cruel fact of life.

(Is this selfish, wishful thinking? Nah.)

They’re right, there is no need to worry, Spencer thinks as a weight lifts off his chest, finally able to breathe. You love him and he loves you and eventually, everything will go back to normal.

There’s nothing to worry about.

—

The world’s ending.

“It’s really not.”

Yes, it is.

“Doc, come on.”

“Do not ‘Doc’ me,” Spencer grumbles, lifting his head from the comfort of his arms. He grimaces at Luke. “You didn’t see the way they looked at him. The way they talk about him.”

Two weeks. It’s been two weeks since you’ve taken Intern under your wing, and he’s had enough. If Hell is real, this is it. For days, he’s tried to resume some form of normalcy, and he was never one to be bold but desperate times call for desperate measures as he asks you out for lunch or invites you out on dates, even stuff he wouldn’t normally do because they’re more your thing. Something, anything to get you away from Intern. But...

At work: “Hey Spence, I'm teaching Intern (menial task that a 4 year old could do). Would you like to help—”

During break: “I’m taking Intern out for lunch. He’s still new to town, and I thought he could use a tour—”

In bed: “Did you know Intern’s a huge fan of Star Wars—”

Snap, and there went his patience.

Intern this, Intern that.

Spencer could tolerate this at work. At least he’s saving lives, being productive, getting paid. But under his roof? In his bed?

That was the last straw.

Spencer's not one to wish ill on another, he's not like that. But if something happened to the guy, say, get injured in the field, perhaps from a "stray" bullet, he'd be intern-ally grateful. Heh.

"Hey, you good?"

Spencer sighs, swiping a hand over his face and turning back to Luke. "Yeah, why?"

Luke waves a hand at his face, eyebrow raised, "For a second there, you kind of had a scary look on your face."

"Did I? Weird."

"Right," Clearly unconvinced, Luke brushes it off, deciding to get to the root of the matter. "As I was saying, I still think you have nothing to worry about. Although, I do think it's a little weird that (Your Name) is talking about Intern as much as you say they are." He offers Spencer a little smile, his hand falling heavy on his shoulder. It's the most comforting touch he's had in two weeks. "I'm not one to talk, but I suggest you speak to them. I'd also be uncomfortable if my partner were talking up someone else."

Spencer blinks, squints at Luke, before gripping his hand and standing up. "Have I ever told you how much I value your friendship?"

"You can stand to mention it more often," Luke shrugs, eyes crinkling with amusement as Spencer lets go and heads for the door.

"Noted."

—

Spencer nearly goes feral when he finds you.

Of course you're with him.

He searched the floor like a bloodhound, discovering you've been on your feet almost the entire day, running around the office, up and down the elevators, finishing your work and helping around. You must be exhausted. It's because of this he tracks you to your favorite break room, mostly quiet save for the buzzing drip of the old coffeemaker. He knows you need to be alone sometimes, recharge those social batteries.

So when he bursts into the room like he would hunting an unsub, eyes quickly scanning the immediate space, he expects nothing less but you. What he did not anticipate was to find you, just as soft and pretty as ever under the fluorescent lighting, leaning against the counter and sipping daintily at your favorite mug.

With Intern standing a little too close to his liking.

“Hey, Spencer,” You chirp as you lower your coffee mug, lips glossy from your drink. Spencer's quick to shake his stupor―he can’t afford to be distracted, but it’s difficult when you’re beaming at him, clearly excited. You nod at the home-wrecker, “Me and Intern here were just talking about demonology and he’s got this interesting theory on werewolves―" Lycanthropy? Are you fucking kidding him right now?

Just when he thought he couldn't hate the guy any more.

"CanItalktoyou?" It comes out rushed as Spencer gasps between breaths, leaving no room to second guess himself.

"Sure," You blink at his urgent tone.

For a second, you watch him expectantly, and Spencer's gaze darts between you and Intern. "Alone?"

"Oh! Okay. Be gone," You wave Intern off, and when you place a hand on his shoulder, Spencer sees red. Or green in this case.

Intern doesn't resist, but the noise Spencer releases is animalistic because the guy can’t seem to read the room, questioning you as you gently shove him towards the door. "What about the thing―"

"We'll talk about that later."

"But you still need to show me how to―"

"Don't worry, Intern. Just wait for me, I'll show you once the adults are done talking."

"You know at some point you're gonna have to call me by my name."

"Nah. If we get to call Luke a newbie, we get to call you Intern. Also I do not know how to say your first name."

"You could just call me St―"

Enough of this. Spencer closes the last stretch of distance, batting your hand away from Intern’s shoulders as he kicks him out himself, slamming the door in his face. Spencer turns on his heel to face you, caging you both. “You―” He pants, chest heaving for air.

“Me?”

“You-him-we―”

You’re unfazed, simply nodding at him and his odd behavior. If anything, you’re enjoying this as your lips twitch in a poor attempt to withhold your amusement, trying to cover it with a slurp of your cup. Then again, it’s not everyday you get to see Spencer, face flushed from exertion, speechless as he gasps for breath.

(At least not at work… In the break room specifically.)

It takes a minute as Spencer swallows a few times, but his heart’s erratic and it’s not just from running through the entire building. When he’s got enough air, he blurts out, “Did I do something?”

Your brow shoots up. “What?”

“Did I forget something important? Upset you in some way?”

“No? I don’t think so?” You frown at him, your answers more like questions.

It only spurs him on, and though his tone is frantic and his eyes just as wild as his hair, you’re more intrigued than frightened. Definitely confused.

“Okay, but you know I love you, right?”

“Yes and I love you too but Spence, what’s this about?" Setting down your mug, you look at him like he's grown another head.

Spencer sighs, "I just… you…" He frowns, glancing between you, the floor, and the empty space between you.

Spencer Reid is a man of words. Many, many words, according to all his friends and his coworkers. Mainly knowledge―he's never been great with feelings―but as you gaze at him, patiently waiting for him to gather his thoughts, he wants to melt into the floor. There's not a hint of annoyance on your features, your eyes warm and inviting.

He's so in love with you.

Then like scripture the words come, natural without much stuttering or hesitancy. He recounts the last two weeks. The internship so far, the times you've left Spencer behind for him, the times you just talked about him, like the guy (practically a stranger) is your new best friend. Usually, pretty people make him tongue-tied and you do―god, you do―but at the same time only you make it so easy. Talking, expressing without fear of―

"Pfft―"

―Judgement. Pausing mid-sentence, Spencer gawks as your nose twitches and your blink rate increases. You purse your lips, a hand slapped over your mouth as it threatens to break out into a grin.

"Are you-are you laughing right now?" When he just poured his feelings out to you?

That does it. You keel over, peels of laughter coming like a tsunami, crashing into him and Spencer loves your laugh but not when it's at him.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry, I shouldn't be laughing," you wheeze, gripping your stomach. Spencer pouts. There's even tears in your eyes. "But you're telling me this is all because you're jealous?"

He stutters, "Well-I-no-It’s just…" He wants to say ‘you're mine’, but as your eyes crinkle he knows there’s no need.

"That's kinda hot."

"Wha-really?" Wide-eyed, Spencer squeaks as you step closer to him, backing him into the door. His hands come up to his chest in a kitten-like manner yet at the same time protective―you'd never hurt him and you both know that―but you admit your initial reaction was poor when he laid his feelings bare.

“Ahhhh Babe, you know there’s no one else for me but you.” Spencer blushes and you chuckle, taking his hands in yours. He let's you. “Also, as adorable as Intern is, one, I think I’d be able to tell if he was hitting on me, and two, he’s not really my type.”

Spencer swallows, “And what exactly is your type?”

“Hmm, let’s see,” Looking him up and down, you step closer, enough that your breath puffs against his chin. You smell like cheap coffee. “Tall, handsome doctors with messy, brown hair―” You lightly tug at one of his stray curls and he bites back a smile.

“―and a cute nose―” Your hand moves to cup his cheek, bringing him down to peck the tip of his nose. It scrunches as Spencer breaks out into giggles.

“―Who can recite classic literature. Who can bake like he belongs on The Great British Baking Show but can’t cook for shi―”

“Okay! Thank you, I get it,” Spencer says, almost completely relaxed now.

“Good,” You nod with finality. “And for your information, I wasn’t trying to make you jealous."

He raises an eyebrow. "So you just abandoned me and talked about another guy for the hell of it?"

Spencer's tone is casual, joking even but you know better. There's underlying bitterness and hurt and your heart squeezes because you did that. "No, of course not. There is a reason behind all that.“

“What could possibly excuse you going above and beyond your job as a mentor―”

“I was trying to set you guys up.”

Spencer deadpans. “Set me up? With him?” Oh god, he knows you’re weird, but he’s never considered you to be outright insane (is it weird he still loves you?).

As if reading his thoughts, you roll your eyes, “Spencer, how many friends do you have outside the team?”

“Not a lot.” No hesitation, but he accepted the fact a long time ago.

“Yeah and that’s okay. But if you’d talk to Intern, you’ll find you two have a lot in common. I know he’s younger than us, but he’s a good kid, real smart,” You give him a meaningful look and shrug, “Not like IQ 187 smart but he could definitely hold a conversation with you.”

Spencer murmurs, pulling you in so you're chest to chest, “This entire time, you were really trying to make us friends?”

You nod, your expression a mix of giddiness and hope that makes whatever feelings he felt before, the confusion and―yes, fine―the jealousy, dissolve like sugar in water. Spencer sinks into you, burying his face into the crook of your neck and inhaling your soap. Of course you had good intentions. Of course you wanted to do something nice for him.

Fuck, he loves you.

“So… we good?”

Spencer huffs, “I hope you realize how much I suffered the past few weeks.”

“I know, I’m sorry.”

“Then yes, we’re good,” He mumbles into your shoulder, “I appreciate what you were trying to do.”

“And?”

His brow furrows and he pulls back, meeting your eyes. “And what?”

“Will you try to be friends?” You look at him expectantly.

Spencer opens his mouth to answer, a definitive no on his tongue, but then you’re giving him puppy-dog eyes and before he realizes it, “Okay.”

Wait, no. That is not what he meant to say.

“Yeah!” You throw your arms around him, and Spencer can’t stop you, grunting as you basically swing him around like a rag doll. But he finds he doesn’t care when you set him back down because you’re happy, happy for him, grinning ear to ear as you babble, “I can already tell you two are gonna be the best of friends! You guys have so much to talk about, all that nerdy stuff. Maybe even debate! And we could play chess and―”

There’s a knock and you both turn, a voice muffled by the door, “Hey, guys? I don’t want to interrupt in case you’re boning, but you didn’t exactly tell me where to wait for you? God, I hope you guys aren’t boning. Please tell me you’re not boning right now.”

You groan, “No Intern, we’re not boning! Right-uh-go ahead and meet me back at the office, I’ll be right with you.” You turn back to Spencer, sending him an apologetic look. “I will see you later, okay? And since you’ve been such a patient and understanding partner,” You plant him one last kiss before patting his cheek, and his eyes widen as your voice lowers in the way you know drives him crazy, your eyes glinting with mischief, “I’ll make it up to once we get home. Bye, love you!”

Before Spencer can fully register your words, you're out the door, cackling as you leave him to compose himself, his face beet red from running the possibilities. By the time he emerges from the break room, you’re long gone.

“Hi, Dr. Reid?”

Spencer almost snarls, cursing under his breath. Just when he thought the day was getting better. He turns back.

Intern stands tall, relaxed and shoulders back, black tie loose and cheap white-collar button up slightly wrinkled. No doubt from working hard and following your instructions throughout the day. Spencer respects the work ethic at least. Meanwhile, the younger man eyes him, and he’s certain it’s not from intimidation but with curiosity.

Spencer doesn’t linger on that. He’s used to it, not being intimidating to others.

He continues, “It’s nice to finally talk to you, one on one I mean. I’m a fan of your work. Seven degrees, huh?”

“Yeah,” Spencer says curtly. Recalling the earlier conversation with you, he stamps down his irritation and tries to extend an olive branch. “How did you know?”

“It’s the internet, sir,” Intern raises an eyebrow, offering an innocent smile.

“Right,” Spencer returns it with an awkward one of his own, “Hey, sorry for... literally kicking you out before. That was completely unprofessional.”

Intern waves him off, “No, it’s cool. I totally get it. I’m flattered, by the way.”

Spencer frowns. “Flattered?”

“Well, it’s not everyday you find out your superior’s jealous of you.”

Spencer blinks, and it takes all his experience as a profiler to mask his embarrassment. “You heard that.”

“The FBI’s got thin walls,” Intern shrugs and steps towards him. “Although I have to say, Agent (Your Last Name) is wrong about one thing.” Stopping short in front of him, for the first time Spencer is close enough to note the moles dotting his face. “They can’t tell that I’m flirting with them.”

He starts down the hall after you, and Spencer’s eyes trail after him as his brow furrows, until realization slams into him and his jaw drops. “Wait, you...”

“Oh and since (Your Last Name) wants us to be friends, I think we could be on a first-name basis,” He pauses to look back at Spencer, watching with a crooked smile as the older man sputters.

“So, you can call me Stiles, sir.”

Then once again, Spencer is left behind, frozen in the hallway as he processes what just happened.

And the next time he finds you and Special Agent Stilinski in the same room, whether it’s crowded or not, Spencer does not hesitate to cling to your side, putting as much distance between the intern and you as he can. Spencer’s grateful you don’t question it.

There may not be anyone else for you, but that doesn’t mean no one will try.

―

AN: ahhhhh thanks anon!! There was a similar request then i saw this tiktok (and listened to this tiktok the entire time) and i combined them. Id also like to emphasize that my version of reader is neutral across the board, race, gender, etc.

Yes, i have a type. No, i will not be taking criticism.

Been hella overwhelmed with classes and work so here’s my way of destressing. Also suggest checking those tiktoks if you wanna understand me :))) also you mean to tell me i have to write the threesome myself?? Bs tbh 😔

watched 15x4 and i was so sad when Spencer addressed Luke as his coworker like no bitch hes your new bro stfu

and i have no doubt that stiles and spencer would be one of the best crossover duos given the chance

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geminisholland · 4 years

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i’m covered in you Tom Holland x actress!reader

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warnings: cussing, angst, and a whole lotta fluff

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The hours spent on set between you and Tom had inevitably created a close bond for the two of you. There were many sleepless nights together, running scenes for hours on end before the director finally shot one they liked. You were each other’s rock during the whole process, Tom made a point to come over to your trailer before a particularly difficult scene, and provide support. You were newer to acting, and Tom helped guide you and give you advice during filming. It was safe to say that Tom was your best friend, and you were his. However, playing lovers on screen and having that chemistry was difficult for you to ignore. You knew that deep down, you had feelings for Tom, you just decided from the very beginning that you couldn’t pursue him. You wanted to make sure you established yourself as a professional, which you are.

You were professional for the entire filming process, never having a night where you drank too much and kissed him. Never. You were quite proud of that, because there were many opportunities where you could have. Tom was hard to read, anyways. You never knew how he was feeling, one minute he’d talk about some girl he likes, and the next he’s going on about how he just wants to stay single right now.

The press tour for this movie was coming along in just a few days, and you were doing your best to prepare. Mentally, that is. The press tour was going to have a lot of bonding time. Interviewers asking you questions every day, all day. Sitting next to Tom for hours on end just talking about each other and the movie. Being only a hotel room away from him. Celebrating the movie coming out with trips down to the hotel bar at midnight, you knew this was dangerous.

A ding from your phone made you snap out of your daze, as you picked it up to look at it.

Tom: Are you excited for the press tour or whattt

You: haha yesss i’m so excited & also kinda nervous?? idk why

Tom: I have that affect on people

You: shut up

You: it’s effect btw

Tom: No it isn’t

You: uhhh... yes it is dumbass

Tom: Shut up

Tom: I’ll see you in a few days in the best city ever

You: you’re only saying it’s the best city because it’s your city

Tom: Ya that’s why it’s the best

You: you’re so annoying i’ll see you soon

With that, you locked your phone, and resumed packing. You really only needed to pack pajamas and workout clothes, because all your outfits for the press tour were being brought in by your stylist. You really couldn’t complain about any of this, you got to play dress up for a month or so, hang out with Tom, and talk about a movie you’re really proud of. Oh, and also travel across the world. That part was pretty cool.

You flew into London a day early so you would have time to adjust to the time difference. Tom was kind enough to invite you to stay the night at his house before the two of you left for hotel rooms every night.

When you arrived, you were extremely tied, and didn’t have the energy to hang out with Tom’s entire family, and his roommates.

“Hey everyone,” You said as you walked into his house. Tom was behind you, carrying one of your bags.

“It’s so heavy,” He groaned out, and you rolled your eyes at him. He was never very subtle about what was on his mind.

“Hey y/n!” Harry called out. “We missed you!”

You looked around the room to see just about everyone that Tom knows sitting in his living room. You weren’t expecting to be met with at least ten people, right after you got off of a ten hour flight.

“Oh... hey!” You let out, your eyes were wide with shock. You were really tired, but didn’t want to be rude. “How is everyone?”

You made your way around, saying hello to everyone, as Tom put away your luggage in the guest room. He came downstairs, and you turned around to look at him. He had the biggest smile on his face, he loved seeing you with everyone. Of course, you had already met and hung out with his family and friends, but you were special to him; which means you getting along with his family and friends was really important to him.

“Hey, Tom,” You said. “Can we talk real quick?”

“Of course, darling,” He responded. You grabbed his arm, leading him out to the backyard so you could talk in private.

“That was really nice of you to have everyone here,” You acknowledged. You looked up at him as he flashed you a grin. He was overflowing with excitement, it had been a few months since you last saw each other in person.

“Everyone missed you,” He explained. “Myself included.”

“I missed you too, Tom.” You looked up at him, your arms were still interlocked together as you stood on the gravel, overlooking his backyard.

“I don’t want to be rude,” You started. He furrowed his brows as you continued, “But I’m really exhausted, and I think I need to just take a little nap. Can everyone come back for dinner?”

“Oh, of course!” He exclaimed. “I’m so sorry, I wasn’t even thinking- I was just so excited you were coming, and everyone else was too I ju-“

“Tom, it’s okay,” You smiled at him. He relaxed as your eyes met. “I’m really appreciative, Thank you for doing this. I just need some sleep right now.”

“Of course,” He nodded. The two of you went back inside, and Tom had asked everyone to come back later to give you some time to unwind. You walked into the guest room he had made for you, and laid down on the bed, not bothering to get under the covers as you drifted off to sleep.

Having dinner with everyone later was extremely fun, and you were feeling like yourself again. The entire stay at Tom’s house was incredible, the two of you messed around a lot, but at the end of the day he was really a great friend. The morning you two were getting ready to leave for the press tour, he brought up tea to your room. It was the little things, you thought.

That day consisted of driving to the hotel, getting ready for interviews, and talking a lot about the movie. The two of you ended up in the hotel bar later that night, starting off the press tour by getting drunk. There were multiple days of this; you went from England, to France, to Germany, Spain, everywhere. You and Tom were having so much fun, all you did was talk in interviews, eat good food, sightsee, and get drunk. It was magical, actually. But everything changed when you went to Italy.

“We have Y/N Y/L/N and Tom Holland here, promoting their new movie,” The interviewer spoke into the camera. You and Tom sat beside each other, smiling as they continued to talk and ask questions.

“Was this movie more difficult to film, Tom? Because of how dark it is?” She asked, and Tom nodded his head.

“Oh, definitely,” He began. “I had a hard time with scenes, but luckily I have an amazing costar who helped me out with them.” He placed his hand on your shoulder as he looked over at you.

“And you, y/n?” She started. “It was also difficult?”

You nodded your head, “It’s definitely something I’ve never done before.” All three of you laughed before you continued. “Yeah, it was very difficult, actually. I’m very lucky Tom was there, there were a lot of tears- on and off screen!”

The three of you let out a laugh again, and Tom took his hand off your shoulder, and it fell onto your lower back. You gave him a quick look before the interviewer continued to ask questions.

“Because this movie is so dark, I thought it would be fun to ask some fun, lighthearted questions!”

You and Tom nodded, and she started to begin.

“What are you favorite colors?”

“Blue,” You let out.

“Green,” Tom responded.

The questions kept coming, and you and Tom were having a lot of fun with them. It was something different, and you liked that. Then, she asked the question that changed everything.

“What song reminds you of the other person?” She asked. You and Tom looked at each other, thrown off by what was just asked.

“Uhh,” Tom started. “I think I’d have to say Mr. Blue Sky by Electric Light Orchestra.”

You laughed, knowing why he said this.

“We had a lot of dance parties in the hair and makeup trailer to this song,” Tom answered. You nodded your head.

“And you, y/n, what song reminds you of Tom?”

You hesitated, you knew what song he reminded you of, you just were scared to say it out loud.

“Umm,” You drifted off. Tom stared at you, waiting for your answer. “I don’t know why, but my brain is saying ‘Ivy’ by Taylor Swift.”

You and Tom looked at each other, he looked confused; raising an eyebrow to indicate his confusion. The interviewer cleared her throat, then changed the subject. You spent the whole interview on edge, Tom kept giving you the side eye, and you knew you were going to have a conversation about it after.

Except after wasn’t until much later, you had at least three more interviews to do that day. When this interview ended, you didn’t have any time to chat with him. Your makeup artists rushed over to do touch-ups before the next interviewer walked in.

You were in agony, you wanted so badly to talk to him about this, but the two of you had no time alone. You were doing your best to not look at him, you couldn’t make eye contact right now.

Finally, you wrapped up the interviews for the day, and you and Tom started heading to your hotel rooms.

“What was that?” He asked, breaking the awkward silence as you walked back to you rooms.

“What was what?” You played dumb, but still looked at the ground.

“Look at me,” He demanded. You looked up at him, he was taller than you, and you were already in a vulnerable position. “You told me that ‘Ivy’ was a song that made you feel like you were in love, do you not remember that? You said that when we were filming.”

“I remember.”

“Then what the fuck was that?”

You breathed in, your heart was racing and you started to sweat. You were growing anxious. You looked behind him to see your hotel room number, you were hoping you could escape this. Maybe this wasn’t healthy, you thought. Running away from your problems. You just couldn’t handle him saying anything other than that he feels the same for you. You tried to move forward, but he blocked you.

“Don’t run away from me,” He growled out.

“Fine,” You said. “What do you want me to say?”

“What you meant,” Tom responded. He started to back up, so he was against the wall right next to your hotel door. You stood across from him, on the other side of the door.

“What I meant,” You were stalling. He stared at you, waiting for you to response.

You couldn’t look away, though.

So yeah, it’s a fire, it’s a goddamn blaze in the dark and you started it. You started it.

Your eyes met each other, and you started to moved your way closer to him. He started walking towards you, your bodies inches apart.

So yeah, it’s a war, it’s the goddamn fight of my life and you started it. You started it.

You would do anything for him, anything. He breathed out, and you felt his breath on your face.

“I love you,” You whispered. You nodded your head, looking down at the ground. You couldn’t even look him in the face. He grabbed your chin, forcing you to look up at him. He had a smile on his face.

“Oh, y/n, I love you too,” He said. You laughed, but was abruptly cut off by him smashing his lips into yours. You brought one hand to his neck, the other to your back pocket, trying to find the hotel room key. You stumbled, Tom was closing in on you. There was no space left between your bodies, and you were on fire. His hands were in your hair, and he was pushing you up against the wall. You giggled, you were struggling to put the key into the slot of the door, but Tom ripped it out of your hands and shoved it in the slot. He opened the door, then picked you up, taking you into your hotel room.

Now I’m covered in you.

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moonlit-imagines · 4 years

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Headcanons for being Jane Foster’s child

Jane Foster x child!reader

Thor Odinson x Foster!child!reader

warnings:

a/n: no not a foster child, jane foster’s child 😌 also im so super glad you liked those!!! hope these are just as good!!! and im genuinely so sorry these took so long

prompt: anonymous: “Hey! I just read the Tony Stark x Potts!child!reader HC and I loved it! Would you do the same but with Thor and Jane? ❤️”

no babysitter = go to work with mom

dr. selvig gave you a rubik’s cube to keep you entertained

“fuck that! here, y/n, you can play my DS” -darcy

“can you not swear in front of my child?” -jane

you thought tonight would be boring, but then your mom and darcy collectively hit a homeless guy with a car!

“holy crap, we’re all going to jail!” -you

“don’t say ‘crap,’ y/n! we need to get him to a hospital!” -jane

ngl this dude was kinda funky

darcy used her taser and your mom covered your eyes, but you still peaked ;)

ride to the hospital

“don’t touch him, y/n”

“sorry, doc”

and the very next day you guys stole him 💕

“mr. thor, where are you from?”

“i am from asgard! it is much different from this realm, but your’s is adequate, i suppose”

“thanks?”

you could see the way your mom looked at him, though

he ate all the pop tarts >:(

she gave thor her ex boyfriends clothes

“yeah, donald was a real ass—” -you

“don’t say ‘ass.’ darcy curses too much” -jane

“sorry, mom...anyways, donald forgot to pick me up from soccer practice like, a dozen times. he sucked” -you

“this ‘donald’ doesn’t seem like a very good man...also, what is ‘soccer?’” -thor

you grabbed a soccer ball and tried to show him how to play but there was some other stuff the *scientists* had to take care of

you were a regular at izzy’s diner (well, mom was) and they always made you cute pancakes in different shapes!!

“ah, it’s a smiley face! that’s adorable!” -thor

“yeah! they like to surprise me whenever i come in. they’re pretty awesome” -you

*your mom literally beaming at how good thor is with you already*

you and thor were drawing on paper placemats

and then he broke a glass and you started giggling hdhshshs

but he had to leave

“no, thor, please don’t go!”

“i hope to meet you again one day, little one. hopefully fate sees it through”

:((((

no time to be sad bc ur mom’s lab got hijacked by the government

“hey, no fair! that’s my diary!” -you

“sorry, kid. there are constellation drawings we have to observe” -coulson

“aw, you draw constellations? wait, not now. you can’t just take all our stuff. especially that! that belongs to a child!” -jane

“sic ‘em, y/n!” -darcy

“don’t listen to darcy, y/n” -selvig

chilling in the trailer and missing thor bc he was the most interesting thing to happen to you and your mom in a while

and you wanted her to be happy even tho he was kind of crazy

“hey, mom? do you want to watch the stars tonight like we used to do? we could make s’mores?”

“that sounds like a great idea, baby! i’ve gotta go take care of some science stuff, so i’ll pick up some s’mores stuff while i’m out. love you!”

yeah she went to go see thor and he kinda got arrested but your mom came back home so you could watch the stars!

“so, do you like thor?” -you

“what? what makes you say that?” -jane

“it’s cool if you do, i think he’s awesome. a little weird, but at least he’s nice”

then thor and selvig came home and selvig was drunk as a skunk

*poking him while he giggles and tells you about thor*

“i wish your grandfather could have met that guy! he would have loved him...i wish you met your grandfather, too” -selvig

thor inviting you back outside

“i’d like you to teach me more about this ‘soccer’”

by the time you guys were done, it was 3am and you were too pumped to go to sleep

so thor told you stories of his home and battle and family

you didn’t want him to stop, you were fascinated by it all

and uhhhh yeah then earth kinda had some vikings show up

they told you that you’d “make a fine warrior one day”

and then yall got attacked by a ????? a what??? a destroyer???????

“get y/n out of here now! they shouldn’t have to see this!” -thor

you were still nearby and saw thor become thor again

after he was done fighting the destroyer, you ran to give him a hug

“that was awesome! can i hold your hammer?”

“maybe someday, little one”

then you didn’t see him for 2 years

which upset your mom a good bit, you had to help her through that episode. lots of sitting on the couch and eating ice cream together talking about how he wasn’t worth her time even tho you missed him too

but he came back! and then your mom sent everything flying bc she had an “infinity stone” inside her and thor took you two to asgard

“y/n! you’ve grown so much, i almost didn’t recognize you!” -thor

tbh you really digged the outfit they gave you, but also you were on another planet? thor insisted on giving you a tour (by flying you around)

“i do hope you’re having fun, little one!”

worrying about your mom simultaneously bc you overheard she was sick

but asgard got attacked and you and jane were confined to a room in the palace, which sucked because you wanted to see it all

but thor sent guards to bring you anything to keep you entertained

“maybe we’ll skip the mace for now, thank you” -jane

after several events that count as child endangerment, this chapter came to an end and your mom and thor finally made it official

loki called you a rodent and then saved your life so you were kinda iffy about him

about a year or two later, your mom had to travel a great deal in order to get some work done, so you were left in the care of thor, who took you to avengers tower

“oh, my girlfriend’s child is an angel! and they’re so intelligent, just like their mother!” -thor gushing to other partygoers

“yeah, thor, your ‘angel’ is sneaking drinks from the elderly” -tony

*sipping his beer* “they’re a growing teenager”

you did have an amazing time interacting with the avengers

and once they tried grabbing the hammer, you knew you had to get in on it (but you failed like the rest)

“don’t worry, my y/n, you have to be eighteen years of age to be able to lift mjölnir!” -thor

“oh, that makes sense!” -you, while thor aggressively shakes his head at the other avengers. he just wanted to make sure you didn’t feel bad you weren’t worthy yet :(

more child endangerment but really what did you expect?

thor went off world and your mom split it off w him but you did have his email so you were still in contact with him

swearing you saw odin on the street once or twice (fast forward)

and then your mom dusted and thor found you as soon as he possibly could, it was so good to see him

he took you in since you were alone now, you moved to new asgard and became prince(ss) of the new land by relation?? makes sense right

basically you and valkyrie made all the calls while thor grieved for years

but he still took care of you

“y/n, would you like to play video games with me? i think it may be a good bonding experience, what do you say?” -thor

“duh!”

uncle korg made you help him with fortnite while thor was asleep

you wished to wield stormbreaker one day

showing thor earth media! his favorite star wars character is r2-d2 dont ask why

he taught you asgardian recipes and you taught him...earth recipes?

when he was drunk he’d ramble on about his childhood and battle and enemies and jane and loki and hela and frigga and literally anything that came to mind

“y/n, could you please get me a beer? and get one for yourself, too” -thor

valkyrie most definitely gave you some battle training so you you blow off some steam, you were glad she taught you how to fight like a true warrior

thor wanted to teach you battle tactics so you could fight alongside him, but he never got around to it

a raccoon and bruce banner visited later on, proposing a way to get your family back, thor was an emotional wreck

his debriefing on the reality stone was tense when he started crying about your mom and everyone stared at you

“hey, don’t look at me. i don’t control the god, i just keep him company”

ending up waiting 1 second for the avengers to come back from their mission, resulting in you being stuck in the middle of a very heavy battle

“y/n, get out of here!” -thor

“don’t worry, thor! valkyrie taught me a few moves!”

“you make me incredibly proud, little one!”

“i’m not so little anymore, am i?”

“you will always be my little one, y/n. blood or not, that will not change!”

victory, but at what cost? it was a rough ride, you needed to get patched up, but your mom was finally home and thor...he decided it was time to leave earth again

“don’t worry, my y/n. i will see you again.” *tearing up* “i’m so glad i got the pleasure of raising you these past few years. i love you dearly, now go be with your mother”

you straight up wanted to bawl your eyes out right there

“well, y/n, you’re next in line for the throne of new asgard. what is your first command?” -valkyrie

“actually, i think you’d make a much better ruler than me. i’ve got to spend some time with my mother now that she’s home”

“you’re so much like him, you know that?”

staying with your mother, who was diagnosed with cancer not long after returning from the soul stone (a/n: jane getting cancer is canon in the comics and confirmed for thor 4)

“i missed five years of your life and now i’m sick, that’s just our luck, isn’t it?” -jane

she was understandably upset, but she also felt guilty

“mom, don’t beat yourself up. everything is okay, we’re still together right now. i won’t be going anywhere, i promise”

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morosemagick · 3 years

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Young, Wild, Free | Stiorra x Sigtryggr One Shot

Warning: None

Words: 2110

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What is freedom? Are you born with it? Given to you the way your mother gives you life. Is it given by the Gods… or God. Must you fight for it? Earn it on the fields of battle. Spill blood and sweat and tears for it. Why do men raise their swords in the name of freedom? Why do other men think they can take it away? How do you put a price on silver? How can one compare it to the weight of silver? If such a thing can be given a price, then what is the point of trying to live? Why waste the freedom on life, and why not wish immediately for death if freedom just does not seem worth the price?

“Sigtryggr? Sigtryggr, are you listening to me?” Stiorra called out as she looked forward to the Dane lying in the grass with his arms behind his head.

“I am listening,” He tells her, though Stiorra can see him with his eyes close and a piece of bark in his mouth, “You asked about freedom.”

“I did,” Stiorra grumbles as she picks at the grass, “So?”

“So?”

“What do you think?” Stiorra snips as she lays back in the grass, her body facing the opposite way of his but their heads aligned, “Do you feel freedom is a right or something you must earn?”

“What do you think?” Sigtryggr questioned her and Stiorra groaned.

“I asked you first,” She complained as she turned her head to face him, catching Sigtrygger momentarily open an eye to peek her way with a smirk on his face, “Go on, then.”

“It must be earned,” Sigtryggr responded, keeping his eyes closed, “You must pay for it, be it with blood or silver, and the price is always changing… so you will always owe a debt.”

“And say you are born a slave, how do you pay for it?” Stiorra asked, testing his answer.

“It is a disadvantage, you will always be fighting harder. Paying more,” Sigtryggr explains, “Why does this interest you so much?”

“Look,” Stiorra tells him, tapping his shoulder to make sure Sigtryggr opens his eyes. Above them, a bird flies across the blue sky, though it is hard to tell what it is from so far away, “That bird is born free. Nothing will ever take its freedom away.”

“Except death,” Sigtryggr counters.

Stiorra glances his way and sees Sigtryggr staring her way with both eyes open, “Yes, except death.”

“You are a curious woman,” He tells her in a soft voice and a smile on his face.

"I have lived a small life," Stiorra tells him calmly, the corner of her lip creeping upward, "I wish to expand my world."

"Is that why you agreed to come with me to Eoferwic?" Sigtryggr asks with a certain tone about it.

Sounds like flirtation.

Stiorra rolls her eyes, scoffing at him, "Well, I am not going to Eoferwic for you."

"Is that right?" Sigtryggr smirks.

"I chose to go with you because I refuse to go back to Coccham," Stiorra explains, staring back to the sky, "I want to explore the world, like my father has."

"And you shall," Sigtryggr tells her, "This world is yours to stake claim to."

"I don't want to stake claim to anything," Stiorra corrected him, "I just want to understand. To see with the eyes of a traveler. Go wherever the wind takes me."

They would be the future.

"You will," Sigtryggr promises her, "I promise you."

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Her curiosity for knowledge is what pulls him to her. Her hunger to take in the world, and see all that the kingdoms have to offer. Stiorra is unlike any Dane he has ever met. More like himself, thriving to be more than those who came before. Desperate to be better than their ancestors.

"What was it like," Stiorra asked him as they traveled the road on horseback, moving side by side, "Being raised surrounded by Danes."

"We are raised with the desire for two things," Sigtryggr told her in all honesty, "Reputation and silver."

"Is that what you came to England for?" Stiorra question, no teasing or taunting found in her voice.

Just constant curiosity.

"In Ireland, we fought for honor and wealth, yet we found ourselves lacking both," Sigtryggr explained to her, "It was there I learned that men who fight for such things usually find themselves gaining neither. It's trivial. There are better ways to leave your mark in time."

"And you hope to leave your mark how?" Stiorra asked with her brow raised, "Ruling Eoferwic?"

Sigtryggr shrugged, "I have yet to decide, but I know that the best way to make your mark on a land is to grow roots. You must set a foundation so that your mark remains permanent."

"So what… start a family? Have children?" The face Stiorra made was of disdain.

It made Sigtryggr laugh.

"Is that so awful?" He asks.

"I am sick of children," Stiorra said as she made a noise of disgust, "I rather find myself on the fields of war, praying for Valhalla."

"You rather war than children?"

"You have clearly not spent enough time with children," Stiorra told him with a glare, making Sigtryggr laugh some more, "They are a menace."

"I shall take your word for it."

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"Do you believe in destiny?” Stiorra asked him one day, while they sat together in front of a fire. Camped for the night surrounded by the rest of Sigtryggr’s Dane army.

“Destiny? Sure,” He stirs the fire with a stick, “All Dane’s believe in fate in some way.”

“My father use to tell us destiny is all,” Stiorra explains as she drinks from her cup, “The God’s have a place for us, all of us. A role we must play. A path we must take. All of it already written, and we cannot fight it. My father’s destiny lies in Bebbanburg, my brothers belong to his God-”

“And what is your destiny, Stiorra Uhtredsdottir?” Sigtryggr asks her with a brow raised, and she shrugs.

“I have yet to figure that out.” She tells him, her eyes drifting to the fire, “I have wants and desires but no means to discover whether I will acquire any of them. I have dreams, but I know dreaming is for children. I could be a warrior, a leader, hopefully not a mother. My path has yet to be revealed. Hopefully, I will find it in Eoferwic.”

“What if who you are needed to be is not who want to be?” Sigtrygger brings up, making Stiorra eyes glance his way, “We all want things, but what the Gods want might differ.”

“Then I will follow the path they put me on,” Stiorra tells him as she smiles into the fire, “No matter where it takes me.” When she looks up again, he’s still looking at her, and it makes her blush and turn her face back towards the fire.

“What is it?”

“Nothing, I just-” Stiorra chuckles to herself and then looks up again, “My mother taught me a song... when I was a child, do you want to hear it?”

“A song?” He questions.

Stiorra rolls her eyes and scoffs, playfully, “Do you want to hear it, or not?”

“Sure,” Sigtryggr tells her sweetly, “Sing for me.”

“With a tiny rope and a bag of stone, and all heartbroken wishing bone, she's going in, she's going home. Oh this little golden knight, fighting every day behind the light, behind the light.” Stiorra voice starts off soft, but picks up and gets more confident as her song goes on, “Walking faster down the street, red eyes and no shoes on her feet, going on this journey, determined to complete. This is farewell, this is goodnight the last time she will see the daylight. See the daylight.” She’s smiling now as she continues on. Thinking of those she’s left behind, and the journey she has started alone, “And she's going on a journey always walking down the road. And the water is always calling; ‘My little child, please come home’.”

Other people in the camp have started to take notice of Stiorra’s voice. Stopping what they are doing, and approaching the fire she and Sigtryygr sit around to listen to her sing. The song, relaxing and peaceful, seems to catch the attention of everyone there, but it is Sigtrggyr that Stiorra keeps her eyes on the whole song.

“That's when she went away. Away from the light of day. Standing by the riverside, patiently waiting for the tide to come along, to come along. The waters going through her feet and on her body wind so cold and sweet. So cold and sweet,” The smile on her face is while as she sings, but not as sweet and kind as the one on the other man’s face. The song, a gift from her mother, means so much to her and now it will have meaning to all those near her. Her new people. Her new family, “And she's going on a journey, always walking down the road. And the water is always calling ‘My little child, please come home’. And the stars were brightly shining, when she reached out they were gone, and the water started calling ‘My little child, please come home’.“ She thinks one last time, on her life, and notices that maybe this place is her destiny. The path the Gods have sent her on a good one, “When a shiny light hit her eye and she turned around and climbed towards the sky. Towards the sky.”

The men and women around her clap and cheer happily as she finishes her song, and Sigtrggyr raises his cup to her words. She basks in the love and care given to her by her new people, as well as this man she has chosen to follow… or at least that destiny has chosen for her to follow. This life is a new adventure, and she is ready to see where it takes her.

More importantly, she is happy the path she is taking is one Sigtryggr will take with her.

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Stiorra walks the streets of Eoferwic alone.

It is safe for her here, in this Daneland. She can do such things here.

She tours the markets alone, taking in its people. Her people. Danes and Saxons living together in peace. As it should be, she thinks to herself as she passes a stall of gems and jewels. No war or hate, only peace. She wonders how long it will last, and tries not to dwell too much on the end. This is just the beginning, anyway, no reason to fret on when the enemy will arise.

For that is a worry for another day.

A stall of trinkets catches her eye, and she stops to peruse. The wares the man sells are of great beauty and amongst everything he owns, Stiorra spots a peculiar ring with a piece of amber at its center. She picks up the ring and holds it up to the sun, admiring the beauty it holds inside. A beauty, similar to that of her father’s sword. The man running the stall notices her staring at the ring, and walks over to greet her.

“Like that piece, Lady?”

“I do,” She smiles, trying it on for size, “How much for it?”

“That piece is rare, you won’t find any like it,” He tells her, cleaning his hands with a rag, “I’ll give it to you for one piece of silver.”

“She'll take it," Sigtryggr tells the man, suddenly appearing at her side like magic, with a piece of silver already in his hand.

"Earl Sigtryggr," The trader says in a bit of shock as he catches the silver the Dane has flipped into his hands, "Thank you, Lord."

"I could have paid for it, you know," Stiorra tells him, only a touch annoyed with his kindness.

Sigtryggr smiles at her, admiring the amber ring that sits on her finger, "I know,"

The trader looks between the two of them, and raises a brow, "Is this your lady, Lord?"

Stiorra glares at Sigtryggr, who's smiling, and then looks at the trader, "He wishes."

"I assumed you were a Dane, Lady, my apologies," The trader tells her and Stiorra chuckles not seeing where the man was getting at.

"I am," She tells the trader before looking back at Sigtryggr, "I am both, and I am neither. I am all that destiny desires me to be," Stiorra looks down at the ring, smiling, and then takes Sigtryggr's hand, "Young. Wild. Free."

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supercorp-hosie · 3 years

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My thoughts for Legacies 314:

1) Clarke!!! I like his air of cockiness when he do all this things, and especially when Hope break this air😂😂😂 I think since the show is constantly letting him show up like this, maybe at some point he will eventually turn up or be brought back by my Sowanby team? Oh my Holarke heart! I just love their dynamic like how I’m entertained by Lizdon dynamics🤣🤣

2) I still see that artifact that was broken because of Landon unnecessary move, why? I thought the arc was over? It’s just hilarious when Clark tried so hard to break it, even using explosives, but Landon just break it by throwing it to the monster😂 these brothers, I can’t 😂 (I know it’s because of the presence of Cleo, but still, funny!)

3) Okay, the way Hope just ended up with Wade, doing a drama about undying teenage love, I can’t imagine 🤣🤣 sorry Hope, but Wade can be a good teammate. And Wade has a last name - Rivers! Congrats! Poor Jed, another person that’s appear later than him and got a last name.

4) I just inevitably thought about the other witch Gaby, and relates back to Penelope😆. What if Penelope comes back and starts a war with Finch, that would be fun🤣 I can imagine they somehow would have to work together to protect Josie if something happens to her. They can look past that because they both care for Josie so much. Penelope/Josie/Finch anyone? (I’m secretly shipping Penelope and Finch too in my head, OMG can you imagine the volcano erupting? Enemies to lovers trope??)

5) Finally SBS has a teacher other than Alaric now.

6) I do think that the compelling works. Anyway, considering what’s going to happen, I’m certain that somehow Ethan is going to remember what happened with MG. If he’s going to be a supernatural, I’m rooting for vampire. We are really lacking vampires here.

7) I love Hope’s magical surges♥️ and how other students is taking that like it’s a normal thing around them. Unlike the school tour.

8) I love Hope needn’t to turn around to know that it’s Josie right away♥️ and Josie do catch up things around Hope when she’s not around after she returns.

9) Josie lied to Hope that Lizzie needs help(even though it turns out to be true doesn’t mean she didn’t lie), to help Hope with her mental state. Is this toxic or supportive?? Maybe I should just count it separately?

10) The twins clothes!! Contrast colours, love them!

11) I wonder who drove there....Hope didn’t have a dl in s1 (but two years has past now?) while in 307, Josie apparently walked to Mystic Grill to find Finch(but Lizzie did drive before in s2)....so? I bet it’s Hope...but how the hell did they even have time for driving education?

12) Hope, looking at Josie: like I said, trap. 😂😂but she just doesn’t even get mad at Josie?? Exactly how many times did she let Josie escape like that?? Poor Landon got grilled when he lied😂

13) We don’t worry about dick here🤣🤣🤣🤣

14) I love Finch just confidently stand up for herself, challenging Jed. But no, I don’t like Jed being thrown down by a new wolf again. But having female alpha is appealing too, I love to see that when Finch challenge the old system, then get to improve the abusive hierarchy towards the omega/new wolf in the pack. I was conflicted. I love how they resolved the issue in the end! It’s win-win situation and I love how Jed and Finch bond! Brotp/Sistp! And I love that from Finch perspective, we can see that the wolves let Jed win because they love Jed as much because they know Jed cares about them a lot and just willing to let him win. Not because Jed was oppressing them.

15) Btw, I can’t believe they are using pool/billiards/snooker to decide who becomes the alpha. Really I just don’t like how it works, like leading a pack is a game. But some wolves are born alpha. In real life, a pack’s alpha is always the one to lead hunting, be vigilant of any threat that can harm the pack, they really care for their packs, like Jed. Whilst there’s this beta position in the pack, they recognise the alpha’s leadership, help the alpha keeping others in line, help take care of other members too. Just like what I’d imagined, Finch can fit the beta position very well, for the time being, because of their dynamics. I’m not saying that Finch doesn’t fit as alpha, I think that beta always has the potential to be the alpha of a pack. I just love that now the dynamics in the pack somehow really resembles how the social hierarchy of a pack of wolves in real life.

16) appreciation to Finch being badass at pool/snooker/billiards

17) when Andy just called Hope’s name, why don’t the trio be surprised? It’s not like they even meet before?

18) when MG showed up, I just immediately believe in him. Love that Alaric defended him. I understand Dorian though, he’s always sensitive of rippers as his family was butchered by one. Please don’t blame him too much. MG living in a cave breaks my heart, I just recalled that Hope was homeless when she’s out of Malivore too! Double heart breaks.

19) MG diaries! I’m so proud of him, even Alaric validates his effort and his kind heart! I just rewatched 106 last night to do some fact checking for my hosie interactions 2.0 and twins relationships 1.0. MG has always wanted to be a superhero that saves lives. He has grown so much, from first fighting zombies, to super squad fighting monster, until now, saving normal people lives. I bet now Penelope can’t laugh at him when he first pitched his feelings to Penelope. Good job!

20) I’ve talked about the Finsie sitting together, so I only want to talk about how the relationship between Finsie is healthy for one another (for now, and at least they are not cringy for these two episode).They function independently and Finch doesn’t need to constantly worry about Josie all the time, like what Penelope fear of. Ofc it may also because that the twins have grown healthier.

21) even though Hosie were mind controlled, I just love how they have unspoken understanding between each other😂 Josie doesn’t need to tell Hope to make Lizzie stay with them to have Hope “as sonnum” Lizzie. Then only Josie said “stay with us”.

22) Hizzie hugs, and HOPE ANDREA MIKAELSON 🤣

23) I just love how Lizzie knows what to say to break Josie’s peace, while Josie knows how to break Hope’s peace. I see another spoken parallel from 308 about blindspot😂 Lizzie -> Josie -> Hope.

24) so if the drug sometimes doesn’t work on Lizzie, that means that there are times that Lizzie is really blue! Really at peace! I’m so proud and happy for her! Go Lizzie!

25) “ALL I WANTED FOR YOU IS YOUR HAPPINESS” this is so powerful! My Hosie heart! And really the last painful sentence, is fact. I’m sad for Hope because she’s so into that relationship until she can’t bring herself to do it and only leads to Landon leaving, but it’s also classic Mikaelsons(I feel), never giving up for their love ones. Appreciation to Landon, but still it’s strike three for leaving, please don’t let them be together again. It’s derogatory to Hope’s self-esteem.

26) I love badass Hope so much!! All the bodies she left! If I’m not already gay, she would have bent me into a mosquito coil by that scene, (so bent that I can’t be straight anymore). I love how Josie just let Hope outing her anger on these witches, freeze Andy, waited patiently for Lizzie and Hope to deal with Andy together.

27) I died laughing at these Pandemonium 🤣🤣🤣🤣 the badass trio in panda suit😂😂😂😂 I can’t! They’re so cute! And the height difference🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

28) How Hope tries to focus and dead serious in dealing with the upcoming monster but fails inevitably and miserably at Josie’s antics! All Josie does is laughing cutely at Hope and poking(?) her.

29) I love the trio so much!

30) haven’t watched any Star Wars, so I really thought that the one in the mask was Clarke until the Star Wars theme song started😫 too bad that Landon must have missed it.

31) Lizzie kissing Ethan is the last thing ever to have crossed my mind, so again, what the fuck?(sorry, language)

32) when I first thought about team building, I was thinking about finch + MG + Jed + Kaleb, but pack bonding, I’m satisfied too.

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fineosaur · 4 years

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first line game

thank you for the tags @littlerockerao3 and @salty-wench, i haven’t done one of these in a while and this one was super fun to compile (fair warning this IS quite long)

rules: list the first lines of your last 20 stories (if you have less than 20, just list them all!). see if there are any patterns. choose your favourite opening line. then tag 10 of your favourite authors.

pieces of you stuck on me (but i’m careless and i’m wicked) -- a rickon x lyanna fwb multichap

He’d woken up alone, something he was often used to, but in the last months, he had grown more accustomed to waking up beside just one particular person. More or less a year if he was being honest with himself. But he wasn’t completely alone either, he was just alone in her bed.

we both coincide (when the world’s wasting time) -- a rickon x lyanna story that shows their relationship spanning over a few years

The moon is already out when he still finds himself at her side. She’s solid and warm in his embrace, swaying lazily with him to the strumming harp and the melodic voice that sing the words that seem to weave their way in his head, taking root as he tries to focus on just being there with her.

in the highlands of our dreams -- a single dad!rickon x lyanna fic that’s a lot on the softer side than my usual work

Most of his life had felt like there was an errant thumb on the fast forward button. At times he knew it had much to do with the way his thoughts often ran too fast, and even with long enough legs to chase them, they just kept their brisk pace. Other times, he wasn’t so much to blame.

watch me wary -- a rickon x lyanna fic where rickon goes off the grid for a few years and has to come back to face his family (aka rickon’s apology tour)

“You’re late again, kid.”

He rolled his eyes despite the verity in the statement. Pulling off his helmet, he held a hand out to shake the shorter man’s hand.

watch me wary (prequel) [title in progress] -- set in the stormlands 2 years after rickon leaves home and involves him falling in love with steffon seaworth

There was a feeling between relief and guilt that followed leaving home. Often times thought of as ‘running away’ or ‘disappearing’, at least ‘leaving home’ sounded so much more tempered.

an empire for two -- a canon-divergent robb x theon & rickon x lyanna fic which involves established throbb and an arranged marriage for lyckon

It was warmer inside the castle. It always was; with the hot water from the springs running through its walls, the castle lived and breathed through each change of season, chilling winters and weeping summers, not buckling for any.

where the stars do not take sides -- a oneshot set in a canon-divergent setting where rickon x lyanna spend a few last hours of peace together before they return to war

The snow falls around them rather gracefully. There’s often peace in the Godswood, and the distant howls of the wolves do nothing to deter from that. Though nightfall has come and its chill alike, they stand stiffly facing one another.

be with you -- a rickon x steffon oneshot that shows their relationship as well as how they fell in love

The floor manages to feel warm despite the hour. If he thinks hard enough, he guesses that they’re one of the only two left there.

His father’s office is littered in papers, stacks of words that blur into one with his boredom. Really what keeps him going is the way the man in front of him continues to push his mop of brown hair back, no matter how many times it falls back into his face as he leans over the glass desk.

sight for sore eyes -- mixed pov which has tommen pining for rickon who is pining for lyanna — true heather style

There’s a moment of reprieve that comes once the moon has passed its apex. Its scattered light plays amongst the stars that pepper the sky and the hazy streetlights that guide them through the night.

to feel like gold -- a lyanna x myrcella oneshot where myrcella chooses to indulge in a little rebellion with the girl that’s been on her mind for months

The room is almost too bright for her liking. It hardly fits her resentment. The brisk night air streaming through her windows suits her well enough, rippling over her arms in goosebumps as she feels the frown between her eyebrows deepen.

forest fires -- an arya x gendry oneshot set with a lunar eclipse and a brief moment of repose for the couple

The night’s brisk breeze doesn’t unsettle him like it used to.

It’s still cold though. The wind makes the hair on his arms stand up and he wonders why he hadn’t thought to wear a jumper over his thin cotton t-shirt.

help! -- a stark family -smutty crack fic- that involves ned and cat accidentally stumbling into each one of their kids in precarious situations with their partners

It almost felt like nothing had changed like her children were all still children. Like they’d never flown the coup. But as she stood there, holding a jug of freshly squeezed orange juice, she knew that a lot had changed, that every one of her kids had grown up, fallen in love and were seemingly happy. It flooded her with such relief to know so, though the still gentle tug at her heart was there, telling her that her babies would no longer run to her begging to be held after a nightmare.

it’s all hope -- canon compliant robb x theon oneshot that involves a love confession before theon sets off to pyke

Much like the fire within the hearth that beckoned him with its flickering warmth, he felt disquiet within himself.

The air felt thick, far more humid than that of the North’s. He could easily make out the Red Fork by where he stood, pulling at the laces of his tunic. It unsettled him, the rushing water, so fresh, unlike the brine of his home.

take one last look back-- a jon x satin drabble where the couple has a little spat in the car

The wind becomes distracting. With the way it whistles through his ears, blowing at those perfect curls of his, it even makes it abundantly clear how much his eyes sting.

When he leans back in his seat, his eyes meet the rearview mirror, where he can see his grey eyes, dark and stormy, the perfect juxtaposition to the gleaming sun that threatens a headache.

second nature -- a rickon x lyanna drabble that has a drunk rickon confessing his affections for his best friend, lyanna

She’s sitting in her car with one leg crossed when she sees him take a minute to check each side of the road before crossing. It’s 4 am, her car is really the only one on the road.

Her car is flanked on the side of the road and it’s completely unsurprising that his first instinct is to lower himself to her opened window and flash his stupidly white grin at her.

a troubled mind -- a robb x theon oneshot, after his parents’ deaths, robb overloads himself with responsibility and on the verge of falling apart he seeks comfort in the one person who’s always been there for him

He’s never gotten the opportunity to let it all get to him. There’s never been time for it. Not when there’s always been at least one other person that needs the safety his arms provide.

It’s part of being the oldest son, he tells himself far too often.

calmest wave -- an arya x gendry drabble, a post-show canon fix it where the couple are parents in the stormlands

The shattering waves could still be heard, breaking onto the rocky coast of Shipbreaker’s Bay, even from where they walked, with withered leaves crumbling underfoot.

There was tranquillity within the godswood, interspersed by the humidity carried across the Summer Sea and yet he still felt a breeze pick up, cooling him down as he gently held the small hand in his palm.

you were just dancing on your own -- an arya x gendry drabble where arya seeks comfort with gendry after a bad night

It’s still dark when Arya wakes up in her car; windshield covered in a think layer sleet. Her teeth chatter as she pulls her jumper tighter around herself, yellow haze in her eyes from the streetlights.

She’s in the passenger seat of her car, seat pushed back the most it can go. Her heater doesn’t work, no matter how much she bruises her knuckles against the vents.

high, high love -- an arya x gendry oneshot - set in the pieces of you stuck on me universe. after a few years away, arya returns to the man who she’s always loved

She had been back in Winterfell barely two weeks, in a way, things fell into place, though it was in the most disjointed way possible.

Arya found her footing, day by day, acclimating to the changes she had missed, she had to anyway; this was her family, and no matter how much they had changed, how many things she had missed, they made her feel like home, and she was back home now, for good.

stubborn-hearted blue -- an arya x gendry oneshot where arya moves into the same building as a man she had a fwb arrangement during her college days

She was still adjusting to life in the new city.

Arya hadn’t been in the Riverlands since university, and at this point, it felt like a lifetime ago, a distant memory, more like a dream. But now she had been back for almost a month and boxes still littered her living room, still waiting to be unpacked. between her new job and just trying not to pass out as soon as she was back home, there wasn’t much room for unpacking.

okay WOW i cant believe that managed to date back to over a year. this is pretty much a whole year of my writing summarised in opening lines.

if it isnt obvious, about half of these have yet to be posted, but this was still fun to give a little teaser for those ones.

i’ll be tagging @yanak324, @evax3, @selkiedams, @livhatesolives, @lightninginabottle0613, @watersandwolves, @estrangedandwayward, @jeynepoole, @sneetchstar, @treaddelicately, @bobafettsslut, @nalgenewhore

also, hi! enjoy!

ps, i hope everyone is taking care of themselves and keeping safe x

#i havent been active much in a long time #this is the most active ive been in the last 6 months and that's because im back in lockdown #i think i now have a lot more time for this stuff now that life isnt as fast paced as it has been for the last year #tag games #my writing #rickon x lyanna #robb x theon #jon x satin #rickon x tommen #arya x gendry #gendrya #lyckon #throbb #jonsatin #asoiaf fanfiction

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sweetsubharry · 4 years

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Do you know any Larry fics with relationship during or post the band

yes I do! ^-^ (As a forewarning, under the read more is 47 fics! So this is quite a long post! I just couldn’t narrow them down!) I’ve split them into three sections; x factor, during the band, and ‘hiatus’ :)

In case no one gets to the bottom of the page I’ll say it again here too! Please make sure to stay safe and read the tags!!

X factor era

I'd give up forever to touch you by blankiehxrry

just your typical xfactor fic with a bit of a twist

Just Ask Me To by TellMeThisIsNotLove

“You’re telling the truth,” Louis whispers.

“Of course I’m telling the truth!” Harry doesn’t even care that he sounds exasperated.

“Oh my god.” Louis grabs the wall behind him as if looking for support. His body slides down against it until he’s sitting crouched on the floor.

He mumbles something but Harry can’t really figure out what it is. He crouches down, and looks desperately at the breaking boy in front of him.

“You’re telling the truth,” Louis whispers. “You were not supposed to–”

“I was not supposed to do what? Tell me please,” Harry urges, taking Louis’ hands gently in his.

Or the X Factor era canon fic where they learn how to be a couple and that not everyone is going to be on their sides especially those with plain white t-shirts and saccharine smiles.

horizontal like a quarter to three by orphan_account

The worst part is that Louis just wants to get really rough with him. He's wanted it right from the start, and it doesn't make sense, because Harry's always been so gentle and understanding and sweet, and yet all Louis wants to do is fuck him up.

nonstop earthquake dreams of you by lumineres

And there's heat behind it, blazing, plasmatic, like stars crashing together, like an explosion in space, like a supernova, like a black hole--everything else sucked out of existence. There's no bed and there's no pillow and they're not lying down, just floating somewhere, somehow, and there's no room and there's no X Factor house and there's no Niall snuffling or Liam's deep, even breathing and there's no wind or traffic outside and there's no hum of the heating unit and it's all just Louis. All encompassingly Louis.

or, harry falls hard and finds louis already at the bottom

Could you love me anyway by SadaVeniren

Dear Mistress Lorin: I’ve been reading your blog for a couple weeks now and was hoping you’d give me some advice for something that happened with me and my boyfriend. I’m really worried that I hurt him.

aka Harry and Louis begin playing ping pong during the X-Factor Tour. It quickly gets out of hand.

no we're not friends, nor have we ever been by blankiehxrry

louis and harry get frisky in the xfactor house

give you my fever by beautlouis

And he’s wanted it even more since he met Louis, it's driven him insane, he spends 90% of his life turned on because of Louis and he’s had no relief at all. He’ll wake up at night too hot and itchy, with Louis warm and sweet smelling next to him, and unable to do anything but wank unsuccessfully, with no release. “I can try,” Louis says, close enough that Harry’s eyes cross a little trying to look at him. “I want to, I’ve never been with anybody, like, I’ve snogged people, lots of people, but I’ve never—touched anyone.” He clears his throat. “I’d touch you, Hazza.”

Harry’s breathing picks up. “Yes.” He doesn’t think there was a question but he’s a little overwhelmed. “Yes,” he repeats, dizzy.

*x-factor era. harry's never had an orgasm before, louis gives him his first

During the band

Sweet Baby by jishler

“Haz,” he said, “do you like being held down?”

Drawing a shaky breath, Harry finally looked Louis in the eyes. “I think so.”

Nothing You Can Do (But You Can Learn How To Be You In Time) by Teumessian

A Canon Compliant Semi-AU. Louis braids Harry’s hair. There are good times, bad times, fancy houses, supportive bandmates, secret boyfriends, small rebellions, bigger revolutions, some nail varnish, ribbons, cute clothing, and a Pinterest.

make me feel like i am breathing by crybaby

His eyes are already looking a hint distant as Louis gets comfortable on his knees, running a hand up the hairless expanse of Harry's milky thigh. Harry always starts dipping at the sight of his vibrator, bubblegum plastic with flecks of glitter in the pink. His cheeks pink to match the colour and his eyes go wide, his lips chewing.

(Prompt: how about louis fucking harry with a vibrator backstage before they go on?)

take me into your loving arms by blankiehxrry

twas the night of the brit awards

Just Give Me a Reason by Mr_Stylinson

"Why do people hate me?" is a question Harry is more than desperate to figure out the answer to after reading through negative comments on Twitter about his "What Makes You Beautiful" performance on Red or Black. But this new addiction could potentially decide his fate as a part of One Direction unless the other boys are able to convince their youngest member that his value is defined by far more than a bunch of dumb online comments.

The Pedal's Down, My Eyes are Closed by dancingontheceiling

Louis and Harry bang it out in the dressing room after performing "18" and "No Control" for the first time at OTRA Brussels.

i'm missing half of me when we're apart by orphan_account

Louis can just picture what he looks like right now. Curled up on the big bed in their LA house, wrapped up in one of Louis' sweatshirts, crying his heart out, face red and blotchy, eyes sore, fingers twisted in the blankets as his chest tightens up.

Fallingforyou by gayilystrong

Harry's sick on Tour, which leads to naps in Louis' bunk. Louis of course needs to take care of his baby.

vocal rest remedy by tippytoetomlinstyles

Harry is sick and sad and on vocal rest. Louis helps him get over his sadness by cheering him up the only way he knows how.

Push You Over The Edge (So I Can Pull You Back) by orphan_account

It’s after a long two weeks of interviews and non-stop appearances that have got Harry stressed to the limit of yanking his hair out and throwing a fit and crying that Louis shows it to him, walks in the door with a sleek black bag in his left hand and inconspicuous brown one in his right.

It Feels Right When The Pink Matches His Lips by orphan_account

He adores pink, and pretty colors. He likes deciding what color his nails should be and whether or not this lipstick matches his shirt. He likes rummaging through Jade or Leigh's closets to try on the pretty clothes they have or their make-up drawer out of curiosity.

But the media doesn't. They call him awful names, spewing out article after article. So, he stops. He stops wearing pink, stops painting his nails, stops experimenting with make-up, and Louis notices.

[Featuring Harry as the unconfident member of the biggest boy band in the world and Louis as his very supportive boyfriend.]

Every Move You Make by sunniskies

After the debacle at the Brits, Louis decides he needs to keep better track of Harry.

Obligatory Sickfic by WhoopsImASinner

Harry gets off stage after the Live Lounge and is more than a little upset about how sick he is. Louis takes it upon himself to get his boy home and cheer him up.

Do Not Disturb (kiss me beneath the milky twilight) by SadaVeniren

“I was talking with Nick a couple months back and he was saying how our sex life seemed boring and we’d need to keep doing new and interesting things to keep it exciting or else we’d become boring and heterosexual and I defended us of course but then work picked up and we started living off of studio handjobs and missionary position sex in the dark and so I panicked. I googled BDSM and after looking into it I really want to try some of it because I think we’d enjoy it but we just don’t have the time.”

aka Harry doesn't want to become a boring old married couple a year into their relationship and tries to spice up their sex life.

But I'm Only Human (And I Bleed When I Fall Down). by brooklynbis

Harry wasn't an idiot. He wasn't gullible enough to believe that everyone was going to love him, hell, he was expecting for people to not like him. But a few tweets from Twitter really can be enough to trigger a whole bucket load of emotions.

_______________________

AKA Harry has a lot of emotions, management (particularly Simon) are pieces of shit, Louis is an amazing boyfriend as per, and Liam, Niall and Zayn are all very protective over the youngest member of the group.

You Like Playing Games by orphan_account

Louis knows Harry likes to flirt and tease. Louis knows that he doesn’t particularly like when Harry flirts and teases. Louis knows that Harry knows that Louis doesn’t particularly like it.

But what Louis doesn’t quite know is why, despite that, Harry’s decided to grind against 5 Seconds of Summer’s Luke Hemmings during “Teenage Dirtbag” in the last show in Melbourne.

Basically pure smut.

Make Tea, Not War by adventuring, howdoyouwhisk (popsongdelusional)

"Is he the messiest?"

"Yes."

"Does he do the washing up?"

"Never."

"Does he make his bed?"

"Never."

"Hopeless, hopeless flatmate. Would you rather be with one of these guys?"

"Nope!"

Or: Louis attempts to become a better flatmate, much to Harry's dismay.

Are We In The Clear Yet? by highlinson

The thing is, it’s not anything new. He’s gone through it a dozen times, at least. It shouldn’t scare him, still. Should never have scared him in the first place. Yet he’s trembling as he makes his way through the crowds.

You and Me by louisgrindsonharry

Harry and Louis have dabbled in the idea of BDSM but Harry finally wants to take it farther and Louis has to figure out how to take care of his boy.

We'll All Float On Alright by dancingbean

Harry has a really bad day. Louis is there with cuddles and kisses and scented candles.

You live in my heart by styleztomlinson

As soon as they’re done with their set, Louis only has one thing on his mind and that’s to get out of there as soon as possible.

or,

Harry is sick during their performance at the iHeartRadio festival. Afterwards, Louis takes cares of his baby, and dotes on his husband.

Cause If You Let Me, Here's What I'll Do by stylesforstiles

Five times where Harry is Louis' baby

When the Points Add Up by iwillpaintasongforlou

Louis is physically incapable of following the rules, and Management is smart enough to know his weak spot: Harry. One stunt too many leaves Harry exiled to a room by himself all night and Louis rallies the others to devise a plan to get Harry his cuddles tonight no matter what Management says.

There's a Hole In My Soul, Can You Fill It? by stylesforstiles

Sometimes Harry is so tired. Louis always wants to fix it.

Susceptible to Getting Hurt by page394

"I've always wanted to be one of those people who didn't really care that much about what people thought about them... But I just don't think I am." - Harry

Just What The Doctor Ordered by everyroad

A short little thing about a sick Harry who really just needs his Louis.

Baby, I'm perfect for you by nancy01

Harry broke down in tears. Like loud, ugly, fat tears that made his shoulders shake and his hands come up to hide his face. He made Louis worry, he made Louis scared, he made Louis angry and worst of all now Louis' going to be disappointed in him and think he's being childish and pathetic. well done, have you made yourself proud?. now even louis isn't going to like you, you've pushed him away to.

Louis sighed."Sweetheart, come here." He called with wide opening arms.

Harry doesn't think he's ever moved faster in his entire life. Louis arms wrap around Harry's shoulders, pulling him in close, as Harry buries his neck into Louis' shoulder to try and source maximum comfort.

Paps become to much for Haz, cue protective boyfriend Louis

Never Let You Fall by iwillpaintasongforlou

Harry slips on stage and gets a minor concussion, and Louis insists that he spend the night in the hospital just in case. He then turns into a protective baby lion because that is his Harry and he'll be damned if anything happens to him on Louis' watch. Harry rolls his eyes a lot but doesn't really mind.

Breathe by dontlietomehoney

Harry has an asthma attack and Louis is scared to death. What follows after though, scares both boys, pulling them apart and bringing them together.

Your Reason To Be by KellanCougar

The X Factor was only the start. With their management willing to do anything for headlines, including manipulation that could threaten Harry's very life, Louis fears he will lose everything he loves and be powerless to stop it.

And We Linger On by stylesforstiles

Harry is pouting. Louis takes care of him

don't let nobody touch it (unless that somebody's me) by stylescantstop

written for this prompt:

"louis knows Harry gets handsy when he's drunk, but that doesn't stop him from showing harry who he belongs to."

or the one where harry dances with other men and a jealous louis reminds him he's the only one who can make him come completely apart.

that boy's got my heart in a silver cage by orphan_account

The whole thing is addictive somehow, and not just because of the way that it makes Louis feel, like Harry is his and he'll do anything he says—but because of the way Harry reacts to it, even in public, twisting in his seat and tripping over his words and once even briefly hiding his face in Louis's shoulder because he's so flustered, causing the girls in the audience to squeal and shout.

if we got nothing, we got us by tumsa

Harry is Louis' baby and he's sick as well.

Okay by JustAnotherShadow503

Harry is frustrated.

It's been almost two years since he and Louis got back together, and nothing has changed. Well, they have changed, and their situation has gotten a lot better, but their sex life? Vanilla. Completely and utterly vanilla.

Harry really thought that after Louis' dirty talk when they got back together, they would get into some kinkier shit, but nope. Louis still makes love to him and calls him sweet names, and that's nice, Harry absolutely loves it, but sometimes, he gets this itch that making love can't scratch.

Or, the one where Harry and Louis try to start a dom/sub BDSM relationship, and nothing goes according to plan.

Gentle Sin by userkant

Harry gasps. He gasps at what must be a sudden pain, or maybe at his sudden orgasm that has him tightening around Louis, forcing Louis’ own release, or maybe all of these things are connected.

Or, Louis discovers a few things about Harry.

A fic about kink exploration and pleasure-pain featuring baby boyfriends, tenderness, and gentle dom Louis.

I'll Look After You by stylesforstiles, TrynaGetStylinson

Harry's had enough with the mobs. He just needs someone to tell him it will all be ok.

Let Me Be Good For You by onlyhuman

His distress over the bun is nothing compared to the thrill Louis feels shoot up his spine at the outfit Harry’s donned. He’s changed into leather jeans that cling to his legs, hugging his thighs snugly. On top of it, a floaty, black sheer shirt is contouring his frame, doing absolutely nothing to hide his puffy nipples or the endless array of tattoos scattered across his torso. It’s Louis’ favourite outfit in the entire world.

Or, Niall's only birthday wish is to go clubbing with his boys in Vegas. Harry ruins it all by wearing that god forsaken black sheer shirt.

leave you drowning until you reach for my hand by orphan_account

If Louis told him to do something that he really didn't want to do, it would be different, but Louis's never done that, never asked anything of Harry that he couldn't handle. Except—except maybe this; to obey him without praise, reward, approval, or even mere acknowledgement.

Beneath the Suits by someonethatsfunny

Harry and Louis had a bit of a ritual when it came to award shows. And that ritual didn’t lend itself very well to after parties or being around other people in general. Nope. They were much better off alone where they could have their own private celebration. So what happened after the AMAs then when Niall and Liam head to an after party and Harry and Louis were nowhere to be found? Well, obviously we can't be sure, but it was probably something along the lines of ....

During ‘hiatus’

Mon Petit by coffinofachimera

Harry wears the 'Mon Petit' sweater while Louis records them on their private plane.

Things Are Pretty Good From Here by ItIsWhatItIs9194, Teddy1008

Harry's just released "Sign of the Times," and of course, Louis can't help but want to let his sub know how proud he is of him with more than just words.

They basically fuck.

head head heart by turnyourankle

After Dunkirk has wrapped filming, Harry struggles with his inability to reach subspace. He tries taking the matter in his own hands before Louis intervenes with a plan of his own.

Model's Own by Domeaspreadsheet

Harry hadn’t wanted him to see the Another Man shoot until it dropped, wanted it to be a surprise. He’d already come home with his hair chopped off, how many surprises could there be?

Louis pulls up Harry’s instagram, the notifications for three posts coming through right after the other. Harry was off at a spin class, and here Louis sits, staring at Harry’s face, the three covers forming a neat line, all so different, yet all so very Harry. He zooms in on one, knows he must be seeing it wrong, but no. Harry is wearing a collar. On the cover of a fucking magazine.

Beside Me Like a Silhouette by Domeaspreadsheet

“Quite the ruckus from someone who thought they were coming home to a sleeping household,” Louis says on an exhale of smoke.

Oh. Harry has been set up.

“Well, maybe if I hadn’t thought you were bailing on me I would have tried harder to be quiet,” he huffs.

Louis levels his gaze at him. “Is that so?”

Harry nods.

“Very well. You have fifteen minutes to shower and put in the plug I left on the bathroom counter. No need to dress afterward. When you come back, kneel next to the chair on my right. You may go.”

redder than the devil by mercutionotromeo

It's half past 9, and all Harry wants is for Louis to touch him. Preferably after a good spanking.

If you combine a lazy Saturday afternoon with a distracting, pouty Harry, you'll end up with Louis spanking his baby over his knee in the middle of a paused FIFA match.

i'll be your sunflower by scagnetism

“What do you think’s gonna stop us now?” Harry says cheekily, laughter in his voice as he looks up at Louis. “Something’s gotta get in our way like always, doesn’t it?”

“Ha,” Louis grins, kissing his cheek and holding open the door for him as they make their way toward the car. “Nothing’s gonna interrupt us this time. ‘S gonna be perfect, just like Pumpkin.”

Or, a few interruptions aren't going to stop Harry from having a perfect pregnancy and having the family he and Louis have always dreamed of.

Take Me for a Spin by QuickedWeen

The night of the Pride of Britain Awards 2016. Louis goes to the ceremony and out to the club afterwards, but what is Harry up to?

Baby, Honey by lovelarry10

Harry's been talking about sex and babies on stage too much for Louis' liking, so he decides to give him what he wants...

Or the one with the aftermath of Harry's Detroit concert...

Half Fragment by coffinofachimera

Louis and Harry share a night together through the phone.

As always I hope you enjoy these! Make sure you read the tags and stay safe lovelies ❤

#sub harry #bottom harry #dom louis #top louis #larry stylinson #larry #fanfiction #fic rec #larry fic #larry fic rec #larry stylinson fanfiction #larry fanfiction #larry fanfic rec #Lottie fic rec #ask lots

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delafiseaseses · 3 years

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Atomic Wrangler Tour

Now, I know what some of you may say ‘Delafiseaseses, everyone has been to the Atomic Wrangler. What interesting things could there possibly be in this famous establishment?

Well, that may be true, but have you ever truely looked around? I imagine we’ve all been about this ground floors gambling area and bar, but there’s more to this place than this room. Let’s start down here and work out way up (when we go a bit too far up people might get a bit aggressive, but I can deal with that).

We start on the ground floor with the ladies room, or rather rooms, for some reason they have an entire extra room for baths. It has 3 baths, 5 toilets and 4 sinks (which have pure, clean water... Tapper really is out of the job if you know where to look, isn’t he?).

Meanwhile this is the mens room (not rooms here). It has 1 bath, 4 toilets and 4 sinks.

Not sure why the bathrooms aren’t evenly sized. Not like there’s any urienels in the mens room or anything. The facilities are just oddly unevenly sized.

Anyway, let’s not go overthinking some bathrooms. It’s time to go... tresspassing.

The back of the bar, a place full of food and drink.

Naturally the Garrets don’t like it when you’re back here. So, let’s head up to the second floor.

Just gonna quickly go through this floor.

The three generic bedrooms (from farthest to the to farthest to the right). I can’t say I like being around those, the sounds of sexual encounters play when you’re in them, but... there’s no unaccounted for rooms, so it’s like the sex moans of ghosts or something. Anyway, Caleb/Our room is next (currently Calebs).

No ghosts are having sex in audiable range of this room, the fact it’s a diffrent area protects it from the haunting, I guess.

The downstair heads back to near the mens room, but them upstairs... far more interesting. And if we were tresspassing earlier now we’re gonna be tresspassing.

Up the stairs we have a settee and... and average locked door. A door that the Garrets and the Guards won’t want us going through, but they ain’t stopping me.

The autosave and the XP from going through the door hasn’t even left the screen and already an Atomic Wrangler Guard. Yeah, this’ll be the real star of this tour.

In that door behind the Guard was James Garret again, sleeping. As I was getting an image of the private bathroom in this bedroom... well, I outstayed my welcome.

Not to worry. I’m sure after I explain that this is a tour of the Atomic Wrangler they’ll understand (and I’m going to load a save after the tour is finished anyway).

[Oh and the sex ghosts can be heard up here too]

Me, James and the guards had a chat. And I think they understand my position now (again, I’m loading a save when this third floor tour is done).

Another shot in the bedroom. I like the little toy car on the right of the shelf with the books on it.

There’s a guard ladies room, but... I don’t think there are any ladies who guard the Atomic Wrangler... odd. Maybe that was planned at some point?

This is an amazingly well furnished bathroom for a demographic that doesn’t exist. It has 4 baths, 4 toilets and 3 sinks and...

A ‘Medical Cabinet’ and First Aid Box! None of the public bathrooms had that.

Let’s see if the male Wrangler Guards who, you know, actually exist are as well provided for.

3 baths, 5 toilets and 3 sinks and a Medical Cabinet and First Aid Box.

So, less baths, but another toilet, but all the baths are in the same place with no privacy screens whatsoever.

Now, I know what you’re probably gonna say ‘Delafiseaseses, the signs must be pre-war, the Guards probably use both bathrooms’ and, yeah, maybe that is the case. Still, it’s a funny thing eitherway, isn’t it?

Guard bedrooms now:

The one closest to the ladies room. I find it interesting how some beds have ‘personal footlockers’ and others just get breifcases to store their stuff. Some get pillows, some don’t. At least I find that interesting.

Aw, one of the guards sleeps with a teddy bear.

Ignore the, uh, the blood and laser marks... there were two guards in here who were insistent on making a scene. Luckily they ran out of the room, so when they died they didn’t ruin my shots more than they already had.

Anyway, we’re onto the last room of the tour. I’m pretty sure it was locked pretty hard, but James Garret kindly donated me a key that unlocked it.

This room is weird. Some kind of administrative storage, I guess? No idea. Anyway, that conclu- eh, I guess we can look in one more room.

Hey, Francine, ain’t seen you all tour. So, uh, I need the key to the vault, alright?

Well, Francine didn’t want to give me that key, but that didn’t stop me nicking it to show this room from this side. Cashier and all.

So, that concludes our tour of the Atomic Wrangler. That was a long one, hey? It’s a big place... and apparently infested with sex ghosts because there was no place anyone could’ve possibly been doing that.

#Fallout #Fallout New Vegas #The Atomic Wrangler #Atomic Wrangler #James Garret #Caleb McCaffery #Atomic Wrangler Guard #Francine Garret #Cashier

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ptergwen · 4 years

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yo, what do you think about peter with an azula type reader? Like with the abilities & all that? Would he be interested in something like that, wdy think?

YOOOO HOLD ON i never thought about that before but now that you mentioned it that would be so sick! so here’s a kinda long headcanon

you were recruited by tony after he read your file from SHIELD

he had asked them to send over any information they had on possible threats

your name was on the list

tony read all about your fire powers and where you came from

he realized you were just a kid who needed some guidance, and you could do amazing things if you learned how to use your powers for good

that’s how you end up at the avengers facility

you want to work on yourself as much as tony does, but you were honestly scared

until you met peter

tony introduced you to him after you settled into your room

peter definitely wasn’t ready for it

“i’m uh, wow, i’m peter. your hair’s really pretty. wait that’s weird-“

he was a stuttering, blushing mess

you thought it was kind of sweet

“i like yours too. i’m y/n.”

he gave you a goofy smile and stuck out his hand

that was a bit dorky to you, but you shook it anyway

part of working on yourself is being nicer to people

tony suggested peter gave you a tour of the facility, and you were both down

peter took you down every hall on every floor, telling you fun facts about each avenger when you passed their room

he sure did talk a lot

it’s nice though. you didn’t really have friends, and this was your chance to change that

you even laughed at a corny science joke peter made while showing you tony’s lab

“personally, the movie theater is my favorite room in the whole place”

“do you guys have star wars here? it would look so cool on a screen that big”

“oh my god, we’re gonna be best friends”

you started your training the next morning with wanda, since her powers are the most similar to yours

she teaches you how to control yourself so your emotions didn’t set them off

you have a habit of shooting fireballs involuntarily when you lost your temper

peter offered to help you practice defense moves later

he didn’t know what he was in for

he thought having nonflammable webs meant he’d get you down easily

you just blocked everything he shot with a shield of fire

peter was already in awe of what he was seeing

“holy shit, you can do that? that’s so awesome!”

“i can do a lot of stuff, peter. maybe i should be giving you defense training”

training with peter and wanda went on for a couple of weeks

then you added in breakfast with peter and lunch after defense practice

it became a routine you actually looked forward to

you eventually worked your way up to gameroom nights together

your favorite is air hockey because you beat peter almost every time

sometimes you let him win just to see his dumb eye crinkling smile

dance dance revolution is also fun

you both suck so you always end up freestyling

peter’s carefree attitude really balances you out, especially when you‘re in a mood about something

unlike most people, your sarcasm is what peter likes most about you. you could be funny without actually trying

he’s one of the only people who wasn’t automatically afraid of you or your powers. he gave you a chance to show your real self to him

you spent over a month getting to know each other before peter asked you out on a date

he was super nervous about it, sweaty palms and all

“y/n, you um... i mean um... do you wanna watch a movie with me?”

“like as a date?”

“if that’s okay with you, yeah”

so you watched the empire strikes back in the big facility movie theater

you and peter shared popcorn and he kept doing the cliche thing where he’d “accidentally” touch your hand in the bucket

he was such a nerd but you overlooked it

towards the end he worked up the courage to hold your hand

you were surprised he didn’t ask a bunch of times first, but laced your fingers together

after it ended he walked you back to your room (which was right across from his) with his hand in yours

the next morning at breakfast he asked you out on another movie date

a few weeks later and you were officially a couple

you’re also officially on the team!!!

tony decided you’d had enough training at that point to start patrolling

peter took you with him one night so he could give you a little tutorial

there wasn’t much going on, so you just did firebending tricks for him on a random rooftop

peter loves watching you in your element

he knows how powerful you really are, and that you can do things nobody else could. no one appreciated it like he did

patrol evolves into missions together

you play bad guy, he plays good guy when it comes to dealing with anyone

peter has his quips and strength, you have a lot of rage and stamina to work with

tony is proud of the duo he kind of created

of course peter gives you those cheesy compliments after like “you were on fire out there” and “you looked smoking hot fighting that guy, babe”

then there are the missions that don’t go so well

you have a hard time keeping it together like wanda taught you when those happen

you’ll get back to the facility and fight some punching bags in the gym, burning at least one to ashes

peter never judges you for that

he knows how it feels to be angry after losing

you just want to prove you‘re getting better, and a loss won’t do that

he helps you get your confidence back up, however long it takes

it isn’t long at all before you have him pinned to the floor during training

which could sometimes lead to a makeout session if he isn’t feeling too shy

oh yeah and peter looooooves kissing you

like he’s just waiting for you to make the move all the time

you’re the one who speeds it up or bites his lip first

plus he says you taste like cinnamon which you’re pretty sure is another fire joke

you’re there to make peter feel better after his losses too

he’s better at it though because he’s the nice one and you’re more awkward with that stuff

but you both support each other however you can

you’re not super into pda because peter is shy about it, but there are those rare times he holds you by your waist or kisses your cheek in front of the other avengers

sam and bucky tease the hell out of peter for it

everyone else just ignores it, but thor thinks it’s adorable

you have to admit, you love your odd little family

you take advantage of the summer weather and have campouts in the huge ass backyard sometimes

peter gets the tent set up while you start a fire by throwing fire disks at the wood

it gets peter every time

“y/n, i think you’re the coolest person i know. or should i say warmest?”

“parker, i think you’re the biggest nerd i know. but it’s cute”

you roast marshmallows and pepper comes to check on you once or twice

tony worries about you guys, but he won’t say it directly

you try to scare peter with a ghost story, and he won’t confirm but you saw him shiver

you go to bed in sleeping bags with peter’s head resting on your chest

when summer comes to an end, peter has to go back home to queens

school is a thing and he misses may

you’re both literally devastated he can’t stay at the facility forever

“i wish you could come to midtown so bad. it’s gonna suck not seeing you every day”

“i have to keep working on myself. we’ll figure it out, parker”

you hug for a good five minutes and peter has to let go first

you’ll never tell him, but you cried the day he left

it’s not so bad because you have nat and wanda to spend time with

and peter texts you live updates of his days at school

you also facetime if he’s not on patrol or you’re not on a mission

he makes his weekly visits to the facility as requested by tony

but he spends more time with you than whatever he’s supposed to be doing

peter brings ned and mj with him one time since he thinks you’ll all get along

you become friends with mj even faster than peter

she has the same dry sense of humor as you, and she thinks your powers are so badass

now you have the best boyfriend in the world and some really cool friends too

life isn’t so bad after all

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circlingravens · 4 years

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Kien had been given a tour of the camp-- at least, that’s what he’d been told it was. Given that it’d consisted of Valen pointing to various features (three of them, to be exact), and giving him one word descriptions such as ‘tents’, Kien wasn’t so sure it counted. Either way, the driver and cart had rattled off, and he was now here. Stuck in a war camp. Expected to fight in a war.

The others had introduced themselves. There were six in total, other than himself, but for once in his life, Kien couldn’t remember many of the other names. The General and Valen he knew from the first conversation, and Mora, because she was the only female, but he’d been too distracted in his worry and fear to memorize the other names. Though, he’d noticed there seemed to be more tents than elves, rather than memorizing names.

Chewing on the inside of his lower lip (he knew it was a bad habit), Kien glanced around, trying to somehow summon the names to his mind. Shouldn’t he try and meet the others?

“Princeling!” He was torn from his thoughts by the gruff voice of the General, and he spun, realizing he’d just been standing in the dead center of camp for several minutes now. He turned towards the voice, eyes immediately going to the elf. “Yes? Sir?” He hurriedly tacked on the ‘sir’.

“Let’s see how well you can use that fancy sword, shall we?”

Kien didn’t respond, but moved quietly over to the older elf, who jumped over the railing of a roughly circular wooden ring fenced off beyond the line of tents. The Prince followed, cringing at the quick movement. Stars, he hated his… injury. Shouldn’t it have been fixed by the healers, back home? Why’d they left it so bad?

Once Kien entered the ring, the General sunk into a fighting stance, drawing the sword at his waist. It was nowhere near as ornate as Kien’s, but it was a perfectly functional and well tended weapon. Mimicking the movement, Kien took a stance of his own, expression fiercening slightly.

“You know, it’s not necessary to glower at-” the General lunged, sword coming up in a vicious downwards stroke. Kien leapt nimbly backwards, years of training taking hold. The sudden attack wasn’t enough to take him by surprise. Even as he moved, his own sword came up to parry, and he batted the blade away, before fluidly striking in an attack of his own. Then the pain surged, and he doubled over, arms dropping before the attack was finished. The same training kept his grip tight on the hilt of his sword, but he made no move to strike out again.

Even as he gasped, entirely taken in by the pain, blinded by it, the cold edge of a sword touched his throat, right under the chin. His sword hand twitched, as if to bat it away, then fell limp once again. Kien staggered forward, and felt the sword whipped quickly away, and an arm catch him. Then all went dark.

He awoke to the touch of a cold, wet cloth pressed to his back. He laid on his stomach on a hard cot of some sort, armor removed, and topless. Someone was cleaning off the gashes, touch firm, but gentle.

As Kien sucked in a quick breath, the cloth was lifted, and whoever it was yelled out, “He’s awake!”

Sunlight flooded into the tent as a flap was pushed asides, and another figure joined them.

“Well, soldier. These are certainly some wounds you have here.” A pause. “You’ve been whipped.”

It wasn’t a question, but Kien nodded anyway. The movement was miniscule, but there. He could almost hear the frown in the General’s voice as he spoke again. “Nobles aren’t whipped. Who are you?”

Before Kien could spit out some lie through his surge of panic, another, softer voice interrupted.

“General, please. Don’t interrogate him now. He must rest.” A soft huff, but Kien assumed he’d nodded when the question wasn’t repeated.

After a moment of silence, Kien gritted his teeth, and moved, pushing himself upwards, and twisting until he was sitting, facing the two others in the tent. The one with the softer voice had protested, but Kien ignored him. Even as he sat up, the other scars on his torso were thrown into plain view, though they were a bit less incriminating. Small, long healed cuts from training sessions past, mainly. His back was the worst.

As he sat up, his eyes darted over the two others. The General, and a younger looking elf, though still older than Kien. The other elf looked kinder, somehow.

Both the General and the other elf exchanged a quick glance, before the other sighed, nodded, and stood, exiting the tent with a quiet, “I’ll return. I’ve got to get some cleaned water.”

Kien frowned at the reddened bucket on the ground beside him, and bloodied cloth. His wounds had broken again, then. Why hadn’t the healers fixed him?

“You’re a good fighter. I could tell that, even now. You’ve been trained. Well. That points to you being noble, but those wounds could not possibly belong to one.” The Prince just swallowed, and ducked his head, remaining silent. Apparently, sitting up made it so he no longer needed rest, and was open to be interrogated.

A quiet growl of frustration, then, “I understand wanting your privacy, but I must keep my men safe. Why are you here?”

“My father sent me.” He’d already said that, hadn’t he? It didn’t reveal much.

“Will you intentionally be a danger to us?”

“No.”

Another pause. This time, it stretched into a long few minutes of silence, before the General inclined his head. “You’re telling the truth. Very well. But know this: if you make any move towards any of us, I can, and will beat you, and kill you. Training or not.”

Kien met his gaze evenly, before inclining his head ever so slightly. Then he froze. How had the General known he was telling the truth? Why was he so certain? Understanding dawned, and his eyes gleamed gold as he slammed down mental barriers, going stiff. The flinch of the General told him all he needed to know.

“Get out of my head! Why were you in there? Stop!” Panic laced every word. He kept his thoughts warded, but what if something had slipped? How much did he know?

The General stood suddenly, expression darkening as he looked down at the young elf. “You do not give orders, soldier,” he snapped. “I will do as I please, to keep this group safe. I am the General here, not you.” A pause, before his voice gentled. “I didn’t see anything, anyway. Your wards are strong. I just wanted a sense of what was the truth. Whatever secrets you have, you may keep, unless they become a danger to the battalion, or I suspect they will.”

Kien grit his teeth, forcing himself to take deep breaths, eyes remaining closed. With each breath, he ensured his mental walls remained towering, unbroken. When he opened his eyes, they were blue again, and calm.

“I apologize. Thank you.”

The General merely nodded, then called, “Leon!”

The elf from earlier returned several seconds later, ducking into the tent.

“Finish your work, I want Princeling back on his feet.” A small smile was offered to Kien, then the General was gone. It seemed he was safe. For now.

#whump #aftermath #hidden injury #collapse #passing out #telepathy #caretaking #tending to injuries #my writing #kien

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gayenerd · 3 years

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I just realized I didn’t post that 2007 Rolling Stone article I posted about here.

Billie Joe Armstrong

The Green Day leader talks Bush, Britney and being a middle-aged punk for our 40th anniversary.

DAVID FRICKE

Posted Nov 01, 2007 8:19 AM

You have two young sons. What kind of America will they inherit?

This war has to finish before something new blossoms. There's no draft — that's why none of the kids give a shit. They'd rather watch videos on YouTube. It's hard to tell what's next — there is so much information out there with no power to it. Everything is in transition, including our government. Next year, it's someone else in the White House. There's no way to define anything. It's Generation Zero. But you gotta start at zero to get to something.

Is there anyone now running for president who gives you hope for the future?

Barack Obama, but it's a bit early to tell if this is the guy I like. I get sick of the religious-figure thing. People don't question their rulers, these political figures, just as they don't question their ministers and priests. They're not going to question George Bush, especially if he goes around talking about God — "I'm going to let God decide this for me. He's going to give me the answer." The fear of God keeps people silent.

When did you first vote in a presidential election?

In 1992. I was twenty. I voted for Clinton.

Did you feel like you made a difference?

Yeah. The Eighties sucked. There was so much bullshit that went along with that decade. I felt like Clinton was a fresh face with fresh ideas. There were times when he was dropping bombs, and I'm thinking, "What the fuck are you doing?" But he became a target. We have this puritanical vision of what a leader is supposed to be, and that's what makes us the biggest hypocrites in the world. We got so inside this guy's sexual habits. Now we have a president going around, killing in the name of what? In the name of nothing.

What did you accomplish with your 2004 anti-Bush album, "American Idiot"? He was re-elected anyway, and the war in Iraq is still going on.

I found a voice. There may have been people disenfranchised by it. People have a hard time with that kind of writing: "Why are you preaching to me?" It does sound preachy, a bit. I'm a musician, and I want to say positive things. If it's about self-indulgent depression or overthrowing the government, it's gotta come from my heart. And when you say "Fuck George W. Bush" in a packed arena in Texas, that's an accomplishment, because you're saying it to the unconverted.

Do you think selling nearly 6 million copies of that album might have an effect on the 2008 election? A kid who bought it at fifteen will be voting age next year.

I hope so. I made it to give people a reason to think for themselves. It was supposed to be a catalyst. Maybe that's one reason why it's difficult for me to write about politics now. A lot of things on that record are still relevant. It's like we have this monarchy in politics — the passing of the baton between the Clintons and the Bushes. That's frightening. What needs to happen is a complete change, a person coming from the outside with a new perspective on all the fucked-up problems we have.

How would you describe the state of pop culture?

People want blood. They want to see other people thrown to the lions. Do audiences want rock stars? I can't tell. You have information coming at you from so many areas — YouTube, the Internet, tabloids. Watching Britney Spears the other night [on the MTV Video Music Awards] was like watching a public execution. How could the people at MTV, the people around her, not know this girl was fucked up? People came in expecting a train wreck, and they got more than they bargained for.

She was a willing conspirator. She didn't say no.

She is a manufactured child. She has come up through this Disney perspective, thinking that all life is about is to be the most ridiculous star you could be. But it's also about what we look at as entertainment — watching somebody go through that.

How do you decide what your children can see on TV or the Internet? As a dad, even a punk-rock dad, that can make you conservative in your choices.

I want to protect them from garbage. It's not necessarily the sex and drugs. It's bad drugs and bad sex, the violence you see on television and in the news. I want to protect them from being desensitized. I want them to realize this is real life, not a video game.

The main thing I want them to have is a good education, because that's something I never had. Get smart. Educate yourself as much as you can, and get as much out of it, even if the teacher is an asshole.

Do you regret dropping out of high school?

Life in high school sucks. I bucked the system. I also got lucky. My wife has a degree in sociology, and there are conversations she has — I don't have a fucking clue what they're talking about. College — I could have learned from that.

But I was the last of six kids. At that point, my mother was fifty-eight, and she threw up her hands — "I'm through with this parenting thing." Also, I could not handle authority figures. But I wouldn't say I'm an authority figure for my kids. I provide guidelines, not rules.

What is it like being a middle-aged punk? Isn't that a contradiction in terms?

It's about the energy you bring with you, the pulse inside your head. I want to get older. I don't want to be twenty-one again. Screw that. My twenties were a difficult time — where my band was at, getting married, having a child. I remember walking out of a gig in Chicago, past these screaming kids. There were these punks, real ones, sitting outside our tour bus. One girl had a forty-ouncer, and she goes, "Billie Joe, come drink with us." I said, "I can't, I've got my family on the bus." She goes, "Well, fuck you then." I get on the bus, and my wife says, "Did that bitch just tell you to fuck off? I'm gonna kick her ass right now." I'm holding her back, while my child is naked, jumping on the couch: "Hi, Daddy!" That was my whole life right there — screaming kids, punks telling me to fuck off, my wife getting pissed, my naked son waiting to get into his pajamas.

There's nothing wrong with being twenty-one. It's the lessons you learn. At thirty, you think, "Why did I worry so much about this shit?" When I hit forty, I'll say the same thing: "Why did I worry about this shit in my thirties?"

What have you learned about yourself?

There is more to life than trying to find your way through self-destruction or throwing yourself into the fire all the time. Nihilism in punk rock can be a cliché. I need to give myself more room to breathe, to allow my thoughts to catch up with the rest of me.

Before Dookie, I wasn't married and I didn't have kids. I had a guitar, a bag of clothes and a four-track recorder. There are ways you don't want to change. You don't want to lose your spark. But I need silence more than I did before. I need to get away from the static and noise, whereas before, I thrived on it.

Are you ready for the end of the music business? The technology and its effect on sales have changed dramatically since Green Days' debut EP — on vinyl — in 1989.

Technology now and the way people put out records — everything comes at you so fast, you don't know what you're investigating. You can't identify with it — at least I can't. With American Idiot, we made a conscious effort to give people an experience they could remember for the rest of their lives. It wasn't just the content. It was the artwork, the three acts — the way you could read it all like someone's story.

Is music simply not important to young people now the way it was to you as a kid?

People get addicted to garbage they don't need. At shows, they gotta talk on their phones to their friend who's in the next aisle. I was watching this documentary on Jeff Tweedy of Wilco [Sunken Treasure]. He was playing acoustic, and he ends up screaming at the audience: "Your fucking conversation can wait. I'm up here singing a song — get involved." He wasn't being an asshole. He was like, "Leave your bullshit behind. Let's celebrate what's happening now."

We need music, and we need it good. I took it very seriously. There's a side of me where music will always send chills up my spine, make me cry, make me want to get up and do Pete Townshend windmills. In a lot of ways, I was in a minority when I was young. There are people who go, "Oh, that's a snappy tune." I listen to it and go, "That's the greatest fucking song ever. That is the song I want played at my funeral."

Now that you've brought it up, what song do you want played at your funeral?

It keeps changing. "Life on Mars?" by David Bowie. "In My Life," by the Beatles. "Love," by John Lennon.

Those are all reflective ballads, not punk.

I disagree. They are all honest in their reflection. The punk bands I liked were the ones who didn't fall into clichés — the Clash, the Ramones. The Ramones wrote beautiful love songs. They also invented punk rock. I'd have to add "Blitzkrieg Bop" to the list.

What is the future of punk rock? Will it still be a voice of rebellion in twenty years?

It's categorized in so many different ways. You've got the MySpace punks. But there is always the subculture of it — the rats in the walls, pounding the pavement and booking their own live shows. It comes down to the people who are willing to do something different from everybody else.

You are in a different, platinum-album world now. What makes you so sure that spirit survives?

I'm going on faith — because I was there. Gilman Street [the Berkeley, California, club where Green Day played early shows] is still around. And that's a hard task, because there is no bar — it's a nonprofit cooperative. It's like a commune — this feeling of bucking the system together, surviving and thriving on art. Punk, as an underground, pushes for the generation gap. As soon as you're twenty-five years old, there's a group of sixteen-year-olds coming to kick your ass. And you have to pass the torch on. It's a trip to have seen it happen so many times. It gives me goose bumps — punk is something that survives on its own.

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My 6+1 favorite SPN fics: AU

After the SPN finale I kinda got sucked back into the fandom. The excessive amount of fanfiction reading ensued (I re-read all of my SPN fic favorites and then some) and I realised I have actually read quite a lot of them. So I thought I could share them, to highlight all the talented authors there is and also to gather all of my favorites into the one place. This post contain my favorite AU fics, the SPN universe edition of this fic rec can be found here.

Ninety One Whiskey by komodobits

“In the spring of 1944, the 104th Medical Battalion of the United States Army is disbanded, and its men reassigned to various infantry companies in preparation for their invasion of occupied France. For First Lieutenant Novak, this is less than helpful, as he has so far met his platoon’s designated medic a grand total of twice, and has both times found Sergeant Winchester to be the optimum combination of reckless, arrogant, and downright insufferable so as to make cohesive platoon function near impossible. When the time comes to move out, however, Castiel has to reconcile himself to the fact that men are going to go down and trust that Dean Winchester may well be the only person who can put them back together again. WW2 ETO infantry AU. “

READ! THIS! Well, there is some really disturbing war related and time period related stuff, but if you can stomach that, read it! Along with the Angel’s Wild, this is my favorite fanfiction. This fic is heart wrenching and so, so good.The characterization is on point. Historical accuracy is on point. Slow burn is on point. Everything is just perfect. However, as I said, this fic is heavy stuff. There is some serious angst (I cried. I almost never cry when reading) and trauma. But there is glimmers of hope, even if sometimes it feels hopeless. Expected recovery time: at least two weeks. Word Count: 401,183. Explicit

Angel’s wild by LimonadeGaby and riseofthefallenone

“But that’s the whole reason he’s here, isn’t it? He’s not out here hunting Humans. He’s not even hunting deer, or bears, or anything else that featured in Bambi. He’s out here, freezing his nuts off every night, because he’s hunting Angels.

Sometimes Dean wishes that Angels were like how they’re described in the Bible. How people from time too old for him to care much about thought Angels were messengers and warriors of God, protectors of Humans. He knows that how they’re really described in the Bible is actually pretty terrifying, but at least they were told by God that they’re supposed to love Humans, right?

That’s a thousand times better than what Angels really turned out to be.”

This was first longer fic that I read from Supernatural fandom and I fell in love. So this is “the fic that got me into the fandom” but I have read it multiple times since and it is still very, very good. I love everything about this fic. It is very original and the lore is amazing. I love how Dean and Cas are both quite young (in Cas’s case, relatively speaking) and how their love develops (slow burn! <3) I love how Cas is described and I love how he communicates (unintentionally) with flowers. You can also read this without having any knowledge of supernatural series (like I did) which is always impressive for a fic. Wor count: 389, 271. Explicit

For All You Young Hockey Players Out There, Pay Attention by thursdaysfallenangel

“Dean Winchester knows two things about hockey, two things his dad made sure he knew. One, hockey is a guy’s sport, and two, hockey is family. Hockey meant Sam and Bobby and Benny and Victor and Gabriel and hell, his entire team. So when Victor gets traded, Russian-star-turned-new-teammate Castiel Krushnic becomes a threat. As much as Dean hates him for that, the longer he sticks around, the more he begins to threaten that first rule too. Dean’s been taught his whole life that those who play hockey should not be captivated by deep accented voices and the way a guy handles his stick, so how the hell is he supposed to justify what he’s starting to think about Cas? All Dean wanted at the beginning of the season was to win, and now all he wants to do is figure out how he feels about Cas and how to deal with it without ruining his career and tearing his family apart. “

Ah, three of my absolute favourite things smashed into the same fic: sports, slow burn and enemies to lovers. This fic has lots of cameos from supernatural characters, because hockey teams require lots of players. So it is easy to spot your favorite character in this fic. This fic is probably one of may favorites, because of the sport environment (Outside the fandom, I have been super into sports. Like so much I have several national championships medals from my sport. Anyway, not a point here): also the sexual tension between Dean and Cas is so good, especially when they are pumped with the adrenaline. You don’t really need to understand sports to enjoy this fic, though. Word count: 143,592. Explicit

Formula Won by cardinalwrites

“Of all the places Castiel Novak thought he would take in his career, an internship as a Formula One Paddock Correspondent (or journalist, for short) was most definitely not one of them for a few reasons. One: He had no clue what the hell Formula One was. Two: He knew nothing about sports in general. And Three: He should not fall in love with the people he’s supposed to be asking hard-hitting questions to, least of all the head driver of one of the oldest and most well-renowned teams in the sport’s history.

This is a love story told around the world through the eyes of the person that knows the least about where he has found himself in. Come follow a 20-race season finding love in the lost, learning the truth, and figuring out what the hell Formula One is along the way.”

Another sports fic with a slow burn. This is probably not everyone’s cup of tea, because there is quite a lot information about formula one, and the reading experience is more enjoyable if already know about formulas/do your research. Don’t let it stop you though, because this fic is very good. The friendship between Dean and Cas is very natural, and later the romance as well. The plot is very engaging and the drama inside the formula one organization is so good. This fic is also not so “heavy” as the other ones in my list (of course, there are problems along the way, but even the fic’s tags say there will be fluff). The rating is T, which is kinda surprising, because I did not notice it until I already had read the whole fic. Word count: 123,777. Teen

Have Love, Will Travel by squeemonster

Castiel Novak is a reclusive writer with a childhood so tragic it's left him terrified to leave his home—until his overbearing brother, Gabriel, drags him out for a night on the town full of booze and strip clubs, and he encounters Dean Winchester, a mesmerizing and mysterious stripper with secrets of his own. Both men find themselves inexplicably drawn to each other, and soon Dean's private dances for Castiel become much more, as both men confess their troubles and find solace in each other's company. But neither can seem to find the courage to take their relationship further than the intimacy of the club's VIP Room—and just when Dean's own brother gives him the excuse he needs to finally admit his feelings, Dean discovers something that brings it all crumbling down. Will they find a way past their demons and their trust issues, and back to each other?

This is one of the fandom classics and quite rightfully so. Both Dean and Cas have issues, in other words: what’s new? The sexual chemistry between them was so good and well written, but there is also angst and mental health issues (mostly Cas). Sam is quite young in this fic, but manages to be very much a little brother. I honestly loved this fic when I was a bit younger, but I think it is still very good and deserves its place in this list. Word count 94,054. Explicit

Pick It All Up by thepinupchemist

Army veteran Castiel Novak is a wreck after his tour in Afghanistan, brought home to his brother's apartment in Lawrence, Kansas with scars both mental and physical. He copes poorly, and during one night of bad decision making, meets somebody just as much of a disaster as he is -- a prostitute named Dean Winchester. And suddenly, two damaged men might not be as irreparable as they believed.

Ah, it seems that I’m incapable of picking nice, fluffy, happy fanfics. This certainly is not one of them. There is full warnings in the tags, because there is some triggering stuff: PTSD, mentions of past abuse, alcoholism etc. But, this is also very healing story in its own way (It has happy ending. I guess I can spoil that because it reads in the tags) . I avoided this fic for a long time, because the prostitute!Dean tag scared me away, but this was so worth of reading (as I said, happy ending)! Gabriel is super supportive and sweet brother and Dean and Cas are dysfunctional but they work so well despite all the trauma they have endured. Word count: 126,611. Explicit

Bonus: Twist and Shout by gabriel and standbyme

What begins as a transforming love between Dean Winchester and Castiel Novak in the summer of 1965 quickly derails into something far more tumultuous when Dean is drafted in the Vietnam War. Though the two both voice their relationship is one where saying goodbye is never a real truth, their story becomes fraught with the tragedy of circumstance. In an era where homosexuality was especially vulnerable, Twist and Shout is the story of the love transcending time, returning over and over in its many forms, as faithful as the sea.

Well, I don’t think this fic needs any introductions. This is the fic, the most popular in SPN fandom and one of the most popular ones in the whole ao3. I thought that I could read this, because I don’t generally have many triggers, despite all the warnings. I was a wreck during reading. And I have managed to read it once and I can’t make myself read it again. But it is good and amazingly written. This fic plucks every emotion out of you and does anything it pleases with them. You have been warned. Word count: 97,556. Explicit

(When I wrote this fic rec I also realised I have a serious problem with long fics. Like, most of my favorites are at least 100,000 words. At this point I think I don’t even consider a fic to be slow burn, unless it takes several days to complete the fic. Oops)

#supernatural fic rec #destiel fic rec #supernatural fanfiction #destiel fanfiction #destiel slow burn #supernatural #destiel

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