#can't help but feel those two have an unbreakable bond

[pinkysberg]

hey haha just thinking of sadie and abigail making a life pact immediately after being told john had died and being sent off. sadie vowing to stay by abigail, that she won't leave her until abigail says. and abigail can't even think straight, she's distraught but she remembers holding sadie as a stranger in colter, she remembers sitting with her in horseshoe overlook while she mourned jake. so she agrees. and they make plans then and there, where will they go, how will they survive.

then john shows up and ruins everything ugh

[onlybunss]

Always And Forever: Till Death Do Us Part

Pairing~ fiance!jungkook x fiance!reader

Warnings~ crying ,soft!jk, pet names, kissing

A/N: This takes place after Friends Forever and Always and Forever

"Y/N, are you ready?" I hear what my best friend Kura says as she knocks on my door. I look in the mirror and take a deep breath. Today is the day I've been preparing for, and I can't let my nerves get the best of me now. With a smile, I open the door and nod confidently at Kura "I'm ready," I say, feeling a surge of excitement and determination. Kura grins and gives me a reassuring hug before we head out the door together.

As we make our way to the venue, I can't help but feel grateful for Kura's unwavering support. Knowing that she is by my side gives me the confidence I need to walk down the aisle towards a new chapter of my life with Jungkook. I take a deep breath, reminding myself of all the moments we've shared and the love that has brought us to this day. The nerves begin to fade as I focus on the future ahead, filled with happiness and endless possibilities. I stop and look at my friend Kura and say "Ku..I want to thank you for being my friend and supporting me through this journey. Your presence means the world to me, and I couldn't imagine this day without you here". Kura smiles warmly and squeezes my hand, "I'm so grateful to be by your side on this special day. You deserve all the love and happiness in the world, and I know Jungkook will make you the happiest person alive." With her words of encouragement, I feel a surge of gratitude and excitement as I prepare to take the next step towards forever with my partner.

As I step towards the altar, I look at Jungkook waiting for me with a smile that lights up the room, and I know in my heart that I am exactly where I am meant to be. Today is the beginning of our new chapter together, and I couldn't be more ready to start this journey with him by my side. "Were gathered here today to witness the union of two souls who have found true love in each other?" The officiant's voice fills the air, and I feel a sense of peace wash over me as I hold Jungkook's hand tightly. "As they embark on this journey together, may they always remember the love that brought them here today, and may it continue to grow stronger with each passing day. Let us all join in celebrating their commitment to each other and wish them a lifetime of happiness and love. May their bond be unbreakable and their love everlasting as they face life's challenges together with unwavering support for each other. And as they exchange vows and rings, may they always cherish and honor the promises they make to each other on this special day. " The officiant says "Your vows" Me and Jungkook look into each other's eyes, feeling the love and warmth that brought us together.

I start my vows. "Koo, what do I say to express the depth of my love for you? From the moment we met in that coffee shop, I knew you were the one I wanted to spend forever with. I remember us joking about dating because we were too shy to make the first move. But here we are now, ready to commit our lives to each other in front of our loved ones. Today, I promise to always support you, cherish you, and love you unconditionally, even when your hair is gray and our faces are wrinkled with age. Even when you may not remember our younger days, I will always hold those memories close to my heart. I vow to be by your side through all of life's ups and downs, creating new memories together as we grow old gracefully. I vow to be your partner in all things, to laugh with you in times of joy and comfort you in times of sorrow. You are my rock, my love, and my everything. "

Jungkook smiles through tears of happiness as he begins his vows.

"Love, after all you said, I don't know if I can say anything to wow you, but I will do my best." Jungkook says while chuckling, " I promise to always support you and encourage you to chase your dreams, no matter how big or small they may be. I promise to be by your side through thick and thin, to listen to you with an open heart even if all your doing is telling me not to wear a see through shirt because its only for your eyes ." When he says that, the whole room erupts in laughter, reminding everyone of the playful dynamic between Jungkook and his partner. The sincerity and humor in his vows leave not a dry eye in the room, as they capture the essence of their relationship perfectly. "I promise to cherish every moment we share together. You are my soulmate, my best friend, and my forever. Let's continue to grow and support each other, facing life's challenges with love and laughter. " The couple's love story continues to inspire those around them, showing that true love knows no bounds. " With tears of joy in his eyes, Jungkook finishes his vows with a heartfelt declaration of forever.

As they exchange rings, their love shines brightly, a beacon of hope for all who witness their union. The couple seals their vows with a kiss, beginning a new chapter filled with endless love and happiness.

Our love story serves as a reminder that true love can conquer all obstacles, bringing joy and fulfillment to those who believe in its power. As we walk hand in hand into their future, Jungkook and me are sure of one thing our love will forever be eternal.

[miguelswifey04]

hello!! :3

i was wondering if u could write miguel o’hara x wife!reader who is also in spider society who is a complete badass like miguel literally worships the ground she walks on and he always agrees with anything she says cause he’s so whipped for her and usually they go on missions together and he loves watching her fight HE JUST LOVES HER TOO MUCH

i would love to see what you do with this :33

have an amazing day/night <3333

I GOT YOU

miguel o’hara x wife!spider-woman! reader

warnings: none; pure fluff

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how you met miguel was the fact that he miraculously stumbled upon your dimension when he began to travel through the multiverse. you were the first spider-woman he had encountered and it was love at first sight for miguel. he had fallen for you first then you fell in love with him over the course of being by his side during inter-dimensional travels. miguel confessed his love for you and you reciprocated his feelings, and sooner rather than later you both tied the knot—it was a small but a very pretty ceremony. together, you and miguel founded the spider society.

miguel made you his wife and his partner in missions always having you by his side…he never wanted anything bad to happen to you. he felt more at ease that as his wife you could be with him 24/7 and keep an eye out for you. miguel is completely enamored by your strength, skill, and fierce nature, admiring your abilities as a complete badass. he idolizes and worships the ground you walk on, always agreeing with you and standing by your side, completely whipped for you. you were his girl and his darling, of course he would never want to lose you. he’d do anything to make you happy.

“i love you so much, sweetheart.”

“i love you more, miguel.”

it would be moments like those were you both exchanges words of love for one another during missions or when you both work along side each other at the spider society. he’s captivated by your fluid movements, your strategic thinking, and the sheer power you exude. he feels an overwhelming surge of pride and love as he witnesses the intense battles that you fearlessly dive into.

miguel never misses an opportunity to support you and ensure your safety during these missions. he’ll have your back without hesitation, utilizing his own unique abilities to provide cover or diversion, always placing you well-being as his top priority.

as you fight side by side, miguel can't help but feel a mix of emotions: admiration for your strength, pride in your accomplishments, and an overpowering love that permeates every aspect of your partnership. he considers himself blessed to share his life and collaborate with someone as capable and extraordinary as his wife.

your shared experiences and your unwavering dedication to one another have forged a bond that surpasses any obstacle in your path. it’s a connection built on trust, respect, and an unbreakable love that miguel cherishes deeply.

in the dynamic between the two of you, miguel’s admiration for you as his wife is boundless, extending beyond just your fighting skills. he views you as his equal, his partner, and his inspiration. he respects your opinions and values your thoughts, often finding himself agreeing with your perspective because he has complete faith in your better judgment.

your relationship is a balance of intense passion, unwavering support, and a profound love that shapes your every interaction. together, you both navigate the intricacies of your missions, driven by a shared purpose and an unbreakable bond that allows both of you to face any challenge that comes their way.

miguel’s love for you as his wife knows no bounds, and he takes every opportunity to express it in his actions, his words, and the way he reveres you as you both embark on their joint journey within the spider society. miguel and you are unstoppable and nobody will threaten to come between the two of you.

[jomeimei421]

you got any orv fic recs 🙏🏼

BOY I sure do. This list is going to be pretty long, so I'll put it below the cut.

Mei's ORV Fic Reccs

Spoilers for ORV until the epilogue!

Post-Epilogue by the1864

GEN, yoohankim if you squint. This one is one of my favorite ORV fics at the moment so it's going first in this list! It picks up right where 551 leaves off, and every single character is written absurdly well, especially the main trio! Great if you're looking for KDJ recovery stuff.

Rendezvous by WindsofTime

Joongdok. A reimagining of select scenes from ORV, if KDJ and YJH made more use of Midday Tryst, told from YJH's point of view. A tiny bit different from canon, but not enough to call it canon divergence. The babygirl YJH fic ever. Op GETS him.

The False Last Act by younglegends

GEN. If you read any fic on this list, please read this one. I can't say anything about it without spoiling parts of it, and I really don't want to do that. Extremely well executed. Lovely, comforting, and will make your stomach flip like you've stared too long into the abyss. Read this fic TWICE. Read it TWO (2) TIMES.

My Cooking was Always Better with You (Now if only you would eat it) by pave_ment

GEN, joongdok if you squint. For those who lament over the fact that we never got to see any scenes from YJH's 81st regression cooking adventure I present to you: Dungeon Meshi AU, ft. chimera KDJ and bratty chef adventurer YJH. Enjoy!

Tell Me I Did Good Until Now by featherx

GEN. with a little sangsoo on the side. KDJ returns post epilogue, but stays a child in body and mind. This one had me reeling for the whole week when I read it. Sweet and melancholy. I especially loved YJH being bullied by children. KDJ is really, profoundly loved in this one.

An Incomplete Record of Correspondence Between The Magnificent, Unbiased, Genius Author Han Su-yeong and The Jackass Who Dares to Edit Her Work by Dragonomatopoeia

Joongdok. Yoohan's annoying arguments in the ORV shared google doc. The concept and title alone are too funny to not put on this list.

The Prologue Past the Epilogue by AVoresmith

Yoohankim, though mostly just JD at the moment. Of all the ORV fics I've ever read, I think this fic comes to closest to imitating the actual writing style of ORV along with nailing the characterizations with pinpoint precision. Also contains a JD kiss chapter that is more intense than any actual nsfw scene they could have wrote. There are some caveats to this recommendation though:

It gets slightly NSFW in the latest chapter.

Biyoo is several hundred years old and is treated as an adult, not a kid. There will be mention of Biyoo in relationships with adult partners -- including implied YJH. In my opinion it's handled tactfully, but it's also something that might turn some people off to this fic, so please be aware!

LGY has a big puppy love crush on KDJ. Obviously completely one-sided, but it's there.

Home Invasion by misoriri

GEN. KDJ gets shingles and has to be taken to the doctor. YJH breaks a door and then looms in the kitchen like an evil lamp post. JHW bites a tomato like an apple. LJY gets demolished at Club Penguin Card Jitsu. A short read, but hysterical. KCom is so fucking funny in this.

I saw you in a dream by featherx

GEN, Doksoo if you squint. OD meets the HSY of his new worldline, and can't help feeling like he knows her from another time, another place. Had to lay down after this one. Solid 999 and SP fam content, as well as typical YHK style cosmic unbreakable bonds.

We are A Woven Thread by ksalientian

Yoohankim. A reincarnation AU. I read this one a while back but I found it again recently and it still hits just as hard! The cosmic codependence trio finds themselves trapped in another looping cycle, but as is always the case with them, they always find each other and are okay in the end.

A Short Pause by Je_te_veux

GEN, but can be read as JD. An episode set between 517 and 520, a day in the life of YJH, and having some time to think. JTV is a Chinese writer, and you will need to copy and paste into a translator to read their fics, but genuinely they are one of the best ORV writers I've ever read. This fic is one of the ones I always come back to. Really excellent YJH characterization.

Honey and Ginger by Rivani

Yoohankim. Good old fashioned fluff sickfic! The banter is very well done; the three of them are insufferable <3

Too Many Cooks by SonaSona

Yoohankim. KCom makes dinner. HSY makes herself a nuisance. Sona's prose is incredible, and her characterization of the main trio is impeccable. Light, sweet, with just a touch of the ORV brand melancholy. Yoohan is always funny.

There are more but this post is getting pretty long so! Enjoy 👍

[south-of-heaven]

Hey

Can you write about Damian and Reader are teaming up in a house show and when they win she hops on his back and he looks at her with such admiration

House show || Damian Priest x Reader

Summary: You and Damian end up tagging at a house. It's definitely the most fun you've had in a while.

The cheers of the crowd fade into the background as the final bell rings, signaling your victory in the tag match at the house show. You and Damian exchange a triumphant glance, both of you breathing heavily but grinning from ear to ear. It's not a championship match, it's not even a televised event – it's just a house show, a chance for you to have fun and entertain the audience, but the rush of victory is still electrifying.

As the referee raises your hands in the center of the ring, you can't help but feel a surge of excitement. You and Damian may not be a regular tag team, but your chemistry in the ring is undeniable. You had a blast working together, using each other's strengths to your advantage and pulling off some impressive moves.

Once the official celebration is done, you waste no time in hopping onto Damian's back, wrapping your arms around his neck. The elation of your win is infectious, and you can't contain your joy. Damian chuckles, his strong arms holding you securely against him. You can feel his heartbeat against your chest, and it's a comforting rhythm that matches the happiness in the air.

He turns his head slightly, looking back at you with those intense, blue eyes of his. There's an undeniable spark of adoration in his gaze, a warmth that makes your heart flutter. In that moment, it's as if the world around you fades away, leaving just the two of you, caught in a bubble of pure joy.

As you pump your fist in the air and let out a laugh of delight, Damian's smile widens. His fingers brush against your leg, and it's a small, intimate gesture that speaks volumes. You may be celebrating a victory in the ring, but this moment feels so much bigger than that. It's a celebration of your connection, your teamwork, and the bond that grows stronger with each shared experience.

The crowd continues to cheer, their energy adding to the exhilaration of the moment. But all you can focus on is Damian's gaze, locked onto yours with a mixture of fondness and devotion. It's a look that speaks of unspoken emotions, a silent understanding that goes beyond the realm of words.

Eventually, you make your way out of the ring, still basking in the afterglow of your win. As you walk backstage, the adrenaline starts to wear off, replaced by a sense of contentment. Your victory wasn't just in the match – it was in the unspoken connection you share, the unbreakable bond that makes every moment, whether in the ring or out of it, feel like a triumph.

And as you and Damian continue down the hallway, his hand resting lightly on the small of your back, you can't help but feel grateful for these simple moments of joy, for the genuine smiles and shared victories that make your journey together all the more meaningful.

[cleverthylacine]

Ship and HC what you want--but I hate Ravage & Soundwave parent-child headcanons so much. I'm finally gonna say it. They can be adult best friends rather than lovers, but the family thing makes my skin crawl. Here's why.

The following is just my personal opinion. Everyone who reads this is free to engage with it, but I don't want to fight about it, and I am not trying to make anyone give up their headcanons, whether those are romantic, sexy, familial, or just friendly.

(The Ravage I write in my fics and RP, like ES Ravage, prefers she/her pronouns. I am aware that Ravage uses he/him in other continuities.)

I am really freaking uncomfortable with most of the common familial headcanons about Soundwave and Ravage, Soundwave and his cassettes in general, and the whole cassette thing. And I will also die screaming before I tag erotic content between two fully sapient beings as "bestiality".

I would rather think of Ravage and Soundwave as bonded lovers (and the birds as her siblings) then think of Soundwave as either of the following:

An Abusive Father who sends his own children directly into the heat of battle out to fight as child soldiers; or

A Large Adult Son who allows his parent and her siblings to be mutilated so he can drag her off into places like mining colonies and war zones, where she ministers to his emotional needs while also fighting for him in the heat of battle, and has no life or relationships of her own.

Because no matter how many cat memes you draw, neither of those things is cute. You have the right to ship whatever you want to ship same as me, but I don't want to read either dynamic.

He is NOT the single father of the year if he's yeeting his children onto battlefields.

He is NOT a good son if his mother is telepathically linked to him, programmed so that he can yeet her out into battlefields in less than a second, and unable to have any romantic or QP partnerships of her own.

If he is her lover (conjunx) or her QPP (amica), and the meeting they had in Rodion was a meeting of two neurodivergent adults who learned how to help and support each other in dealing with their disabilities, and they both want to be together even in the depths of hell, then they have a much less horrific and unhealthy relationship.

I was once made to play IDW Ravage as not Soundwave's partner in a dreamwidth game because they didn't like the ship, and she was a miserable, unhappy person who had given up her entire life to serve Soundwave and Megatron.

This really solidified my feelings about not just why I think their relationship is romantic and adorable, but also why I think a parental relationship between them, going in either direction, is incredibly fucking gross.

Making them mutually interdependent neurodiverse adults with complementary support needs, who love each other in a mature way or even an 'adult' way changes the narrative.

If Ravage is Soundwave's life partner, then the forced cassettification has imposed a power differential on them, but it is significantly lessened by the fact that they were already together and interacting as grown-ass adults who loved each other before that took place.

In other scenarios, she's being thrown by her father up against mechs 4 times her size, OR she's a devoted parent who has been emotionally enslaved by cassettification and can't even have an adult relationship of her own because who the hell is going to want to be her partner knowing that she has an unbreakable telepathic link with her son? And you can't really say she's trading this emotional labour for protection when he's yeeting her out into the front lines every third episode.

IDK, I think glorifiying parents who send their children to war and enmeshed parenting that renders someone an appendage to their child is a lot less problematic than letting them meet as adults and learn how to help one another.

Every time I see someone draw humanformer Soundwave and Ravage as a collared pet, I want to scream, but I don't, because everyone has the right to write and draw what makes them happy.

My friends know NOT to send me links to art that diminishes Ravage.

Ravage may look like a cat, but she passes the Harkness test, and her entire arc in IDW was about getting people to respect her as an equal despite the thing where she looks like a cat.

Her brain and spark are equal to that of any other Cybertronian. It's not bestiality. There's no reason a telepath would care more about the shape of her body than the feel of her mind.

I would rather think that she's getting love and respect and hot overloads from Soundwave than think that she's selflessly devoted to him and to Megatron for all of her days until Tarn locks her into that fucking refrigerator. Or think that she's a child soldier.

[bulkyphrase]

Romanogers Rec List

Here are a few of my favorite Steve Rogers/Natasha Romanoff stories!

Dreamland by quigonejinn (Teen And Up Audiences, 1,852 words)

Summary: After coming out of the ice, Steve Rogers has a recurring dream.

Threads, Frayed and Whole by Jaune_Chat (@jaune-chat) (Teen And Up Audiences, 2,360 words)

Summary: Alphas gift their omegas with trinkets to show they care. As a young operative, all Natasha could ever make was what she found. But how could that compete with what her fellow alphas were offering today?

Wander by @beezyland (Mature, 148,406 words)

Summary: Despite a wolf attack that ended in the death of his best friend, Steve still spends most of his younger years watching and drawing the wolves that live in the woods behind his house. One wolf with a coat tinged with red and strange green eyes watches him back. Ten years after leaving, Steve returns to care for his dying mother. That summer he meets Natasha, a mysterious bartender who has the same eyes as his wolf and secrets that will change everything he thought he knew about his hometown.

More below the cut!

For Whose Love I Rise and Fall by Yeetmeaway (Mature, 195,570 words)

Summary: In 1943 Hydra unleashes a deadly virus in its quest to create a new world order--one that turns its hosts into vampire-like creatures. 75 years later, humanity is on the brink of extinction, protected only by the hunters of SHIELD. Natasha has already lost so much to this--they are fighting a losing battle and everyone can feel it. But, for the first time in years SHIELD has hope, the possibility of a cure. What else will she give to bring an end to this nightmare?

How The Light Gets In by singalellaby (@captainmarvelling) (Teen And Up Audiences, 19,359 words)

Summary: Losing his sight may mean Steve can't fight alongside the Avengers, but he's still a super soldier. Natasha just needs to remind him of that.

The Things We Deserve by Not_You (Explicit, 1,598 words)

Summary: Natasha is having a bad day. Steve's enthusiastic, submissive masochism is helping.

what a smile means by victoria_p (musesfool) (@cacchieressa) (Mature, 4,475 words)

Summary: Natasha knows a lot of things Steve doesn't.

To Be Worthy by Yeetmeaway (Mature, 124,681 words)

Summary: Posing as the daughter of a Viking warlord, Natasha is betrothed to her enemy-- a young warlord of unearthly strength and power whom she is tasked with killing. But when she first lays eyes on her husband-to-be it quickly becomes clear that all of her intelligence about him was massively understated. Ordered not to abandon her mission and determined to go through with her plan, Natasha quickly draws the attention of her future husband’s warrior, a man she suspects may be a counterspy and who seems intent on learning everything about her. With the day of her wedding fast approaching, Natasha has everything to lose— her professional reputation, her life, and even her heart.

Cursed by Yeetmeaway (Mature, 22,694 words)

Summary: Six months after the battle of New York, a routine Avengers mission goes wrong after an encounter with the Enchantress. Natasha is private at the best of times, but she can no longer afford to be when it becomes clear that Steve has been cursed by dark magic. Reclusive and withdrawn, she is the last person she would've expected to help him, but she owes him a debt. As the curse begins to claim his body, Natasha can no longer hide her own darkness, nor can she deny the feelings that are growing within her heart. But if she and the Avengers can't find a way to help Steve break this spell, then she'll lose him forever.

Fated by Yeetmeaway (Teen And Up Audiences, 6,374 words)

Summary: Soulmates are a thing of fate-- two souls tied together in an unbreakable bond. But for Natasha, fate has seemingly chosen a different path. When it is discovered that her soulmate is an accursed, soulless beast, she is made into a Widow-- a monster slayer, those who fate has cruelly abandoned. What else can she do but embrace her destiny? But when a mission goes wrong, Natasha discovers that everything is not as it seems.

Another Person's Words by Ranni (Not Rated, 5,272 words)

Summary: Steve isn't the only one that doesn't catch all those movie references. Natasha plans it with the same grim intensity she brings to any mission, and where Tony would tease and Clint scoff, where Bruce would shake his head in disbelief, Steve is only grateful. She doesn’t like to be left out of things and he doesn’t like to be embarrassed. So many of the problems they have are unsolvable, but not this one—they can do this, can learn the language the others already know so easily.

Protective Package by Jaune_Chat (@jaune-chat) (Explicit, 3,576 words)

Summary: Steve Rogers would defend his friends with anything at his disposal, his strategy, his intelligence, his strength, his shield, his very life. Anything. This is the story of the five times he protected Natasha. With his penis. But things aren't quite as simple as that.

Unintended Side Effects by Margo_Kim (@andhumanslovedstories) (Teen And Up Audiences, 5,459 words)

Summary: Written for the Avengers kinkmeme: "Among the serum's many little quirks and oddities is that in addition to making his body stronger and his mind sharper, it also kind of cranked his libido up into overdrive. During the war it was easier to suppress/ignore because hey, being shot at is quite the boner kill, but now he's in the 21st century and though they still happen, battles are rather less regular. As a result, well; let's say that Little Steve is suddenly "standing at attention" when not explicitly ordered to do so." Steve respects Natasha as an agent and a person, but he also needs to stop looking at her when they are in public together because his body can't quite handle it and his uniform is very tight. The fact that Natasha's having entirely too much fun with Steve's noticeable problem doesn't help matters. Also available as a podfic read by ArwenLune (@primarybufferpanel).

American and Russian Relations in the 21st Century by Margo_Kim (@andhumanslovedstories) (Teen And Up Audiences, 2,548 words)

Summary: Written for the Avengers kinkmeme: An outsider perspective on Steve's new relationship. Darcy thinks there's something funny about Steve and Natasha's new relationship. Erik and Jane think she's crazy.

[blastthechaos]

The Eras of STC Sonkuya!

This was something I started like a month or so ago and just today finished, it's mean to be a look into the STC Sonkuya Lore for my drawings and fanfics...well I say this like it's set in stone and it's not heavily subject to change, but it more or less goes like this...generally...sort of...

The post is gonna get long so...

"First Meeting" era

Basically Sonic meeting with Sakuya during the events of EOSD while he was about to say goodbye to Porker, Sonic is still dealing with the aftermath of the Metallix arc and now he and his friends are stuck on Gensokyo for the time being until they find a way back, Remilia offers them a place to stay as long as they work for her. Sonic and Sakuya don't like each other very much at first due to starting with the wrong foot but gradually start overcoming that and getting closer while also befriending each other friends, to the point they develop feelings for each other but due to not wanting to admit it they're just Tsunderes to each other...til they bite the bullet and agree to go out to give it a try, eventually the Freedom fighters find a way back to Mobius but accidentally drag the residents of the mansion with them, who choose to help their friends beat Robotnik cause Remilia felt like it and that's what friends are for.

"Peaceful Days" era

After beating Robotnik and freeing Mobius, Sonic didn't have much to do due to being used to conflict for most of his life, Sakuya basically monopolizes his time and he works in the mansion to just pass the time, ending with them becoming closer and less Tsundere to each other, this also leads to Sonic being less bored and with a purpose in life, the two keep having adventures in both worlds (and beyond) up until the Chaos incident with the Death Of Johnny, Sonic getting his green eyes and refusing with Super Sonic.

"Prelude to Disaster" Era

Basically both of them have been together for a long time and are fully comfortable with each other, no longer being in denial of their feelings and supporting each other full stop, Sakuya helped Sonic deal with Shadow as well as reassured him what happened was not his fault or that he did what he had to do, then the Sonic smearing campaign started and Sakuya was the only one that noticed Sonic was getting affected by almost everyone turning on him in Mobius and Gensokyo, so she was ready to support him...until that happened.

"Fugitive" Era

Basically Sonic gets framed by the Metallix so now he is distrusted even by his closest friends, Sakuya is thorn because on one hand all proof pointed at him, on the other it makes no sense why he would betray them, so she can't trust him even though she wants to and that makes her upset. Sonic is in a bad spot too:His friends outside of Tails don't trust him, he could try to talk to Sakuya but he's afraid that she wouldn't believe him cause he couldn't take her hating him, so he resolved to avoid her while trying to fight in the war and fix his situation. One day though Sakuya spots him again and follows him, she's able to see hi working with Tails and talking about his situation, so she stalks him some more and realizes he was innocent all along, she was so overjoyed with those that he nearly gave him a heart attack by showing out of nowhere XD, after that she helps him from the shadows at his request since he doesn't want her to be dragged down with him, her help and her believing him did wonders for his mental health.

"Unbreakable Union" Era

During the times she helped him in his exile and after clearing his name, their bond grew leaps and bounds, by now they were more than sure they're each other soulmates and their love was unbreakable. Now no matter what they went through they were gonna do it together no matter what, and that's how they remained even after the day they died.

[ronaldanthony4]

As the last week of February unfolds its final days, I find myself eagerly anticipating the upcoming season of joy and camaraderie, a time when friendship blossoms, disco beats fill the air, and laughter becomes the soundtrack of our nights out. It's a season I fondly refer to as the "having fun season," and it's right around the corner. With its imminent arrival, I'm excited as I embark on a new artistic endeavour: capturing the essence of four beloved friends who are an integral part of this upcoming season.

Among my subjects for my art are Arlon and Liliana, two individuals who have brought boundless joy and warmth into my life. But now, it's time to shine the spotlight on four other remarkable individuals who complete their circle of friendship: Penny Petalwind, Evelyn Twinkletwirl, Sandra Sprinklebean, and Ella Jinglehug. These vibrant personalities each bring their unique flair to their group, and I'm thrilled to immortalise them in my artwork as I prepare to embrace the adventures of the having-fun season.

Drawing inspiration from my favourite cartoons, such as "Lego Friends," "Dora and Friends," "My Little Pony," and "Winx Club," I've always been drawn to the dynamic dynamics of close-knit friend groups. While most of these fictional circles are predominantly comprised of girls, a few include at least one boy, mirroring the diverse makeup of our troupe. In this group, Arlon stands as the sole male member, surrounded by the delightful company of five extraordinary girls, forging bonds that transcend gender stereotypes and celebrate the beauty of friendship.

As I set out to capture the essence of Penny, Evelyn, Sandra, and Ella in my artwork, I'm struck by the significance of their individuality within our group dynamic. Each portrait begins with a bare-chested headshot, a timeless tradition that allows me to showcase their unique personalities and distinctive features. I carefully study the way their eyes sparkle with determination and their smiles radiate warmth, seeking to capture these qualities in my drawings. Building upon the foundation laid by Liliana's portrait, which I completed with care last month, I set to work on the first two portraits: Penny and Evelyn.

With delicate strokes of my pencil, I meticulously craft each detail, ensuring that every line and curve reflects the essence of the girls I hold dear. While the base remains reminiscent of Liliana's portrait, subtle alterations in eye shapes serve to highlight the inherent sisterhood shared by these remarkable individuals. Despite their differing surnames, their shared skin complexion and lip colours symbolise the unbreakable bond that unites them as friends. The process of capturing their essence on paper is a true labour of love, and I am eager to see the final result once all three portraits are complete.

As I start the process of bringing Penny and Evelyn to life on paper, I find myself reflecting on the unique qualities that make each of these girls special. Penny Petalwind, with her long, flowing hair and eyes that sparkle like diamonds, exudes an air of grace and elegance. Her delicate features are framed by a warm smile that seems to light up the room. Evelyn Twinkletwirl, on the other hand, has a mischievous twinkle in her eye that speaks of a playful spirit and a love for adventure. Her shorter, wavy locks and rosy cheeks give her a youthful and vibrant appearance that is sure to capture the hearts of those who gaze upon her portrait.

As I carefully sketch the details of their faces, I can't help but feel a sense of anticipation building within me. These girls, who have only existed in my imagination up until now, are slowly coming to life under my pen. I imagine the laughter and camaraderie that will fill the pages of my upcoming artwork, and I can't help but smile at the thought of the memories we will create together. The way their eyes sparkle with mischief and their smiles radiate warmth, it's as if they are already whispering secrets to each other in my mind. I can't wait to see how their personalities develop as I continue to bring them to life on paper.

Moving on to the second day of my drawing project, I turn my attention to Sandra Sprinklebean and Ella Jinglehug. Sandra, with her freckled cheeks and bright green eyes, radiates an air of kindness and compassion that is truly inspiring. Her long, flowing hair is reminiscent of a field of wildflowers, and her gentle smile is like a ray of sunshine on a cloudy day. On the other hand, Ella has an air of mystery and intrigue that sets her apart from the rest. Her deep purple eyes hold a hint of mischief, and her short, curly locks give her an air of sophistication and charm.

As I bring Sandra and Ella to life on paper, I can't help but marvel at the beauty and uniqueness of each of these girls. They may be fictional characters, but to me, they are so much more than that. They are a reflection of the qualities that I admire and aspire to embody in my own life. They are symbols of friendship, strength, and love, and I can't wait to see how their stories will unfold in the pages of my artwork. Through their adventures, Sandra and Ella will navigate challenges, triumphs, and personal growth, becoming even more dynamic and inspiring characters.

With the completion of these four stunning portraits, I feel a sense of accomplishment and pride wash over me. These girls, with their unique personalities and captivating features, along with Arlon and Liliana, have captured my heart in a way I never thought possible. They are more than just characters on a page; they are my muses, my companions on this artistic journey. As I look forward to the having-fun season that lies ahead, I know that these girls will be there by my side, ready to dance, laugh, and create memories that will last a lifetime. Their stories are waiting to be told, their adventures waiting to unfold, and I am excited to be the one to bring them to life through my art.

As the final details fall into place, I step back to admire the culmination of my efforts: four stunning portraits that encapsulate the essence of friendship, camaraderie, and the boundless joy of having a fun season. Together, these artworks serve as a testament to the enduring bonds that unite us as friends, weaving a tapestry of memories and moments that will forever hold a special place in our hearts. As we eagerly await the adventures that lie ahead, I find solace in the knowledge that no matter where life may take us, the bonds of friendship will always remain unbreakable, guiding us through each new season with love, laughter, and endless joy.

[just-another-blog-of-fluff]

Family Forged Between Realms

Word count: 9,600

Pairing: Loki and Thor x reader (platonic)

Warnings: mentions of strained family relationships

This was such a cute prompt! I had the ABSOLUTE WORST writer's block 😣 but I think it turned out alright? I hope it did! 💚

Prompt - reader wishes they had a closer sibling relationship in their life. Thor and Loki decide they’re going to help with that. + prompt - Thor and Loki play a game at the reader’s expense

They say that family ties aren't always bound by blood.

It was always comforting to think about it. You had a loving single father, and he was your entire world. On the other hand, you had a mother who'd left you when you were only a year old, and two older brothers who blamed her absence on your existence. To say your relationship was strained was an understatement.

You didn't have aunts and uncles, you didn't have cousins to grow up alongside and supplement that sibling bond that was missing in your life. Of course, you had friends growing up - some had come and gone, others had remained in your life to varying degrees to this day. None of those relationships quite felt as though it filled that void left by the two siblings who'd scorned you as far back as you could remember.

So, yes. You still held out hope that there was potential to form that close, unbreakable type of bond with someone, even in your adult life. Because blood bonds had failed you so far.

You hadn't anticipated that family ties could be forged across realms.

Most of the year, you lived in one of the many residential floors of the Avengers tower in New York. It was convenient, since you worked alongside Bruce Banner as one of his lab interns. The job certainly had its perks - a cushy apartment, decent pay, unlimited access to Banner's brain... not to mention, the chance to get to know the actual Avengers. That piece was really shocking at first, although you found that despite their superhuman abilities, they were quite personable.

A few times a year, you made the trip home to visit with your family. Mostly because you missed your dad terribly, but you were unfortunately obligated to spend time with your older brothers at least during the holiday season. A part of you always hoped that this year would be the year that things would be different - that they'd suddenly realize they had been unfair to you, and they wanted a relationship. And every year you were sorely disappointed. After a week filled with tense family dinners and cold stares, you were more than ready to be home, where you could seek solitude when you needed it and confide in your friends when you wanted to rant.

"Seriously... if it weren't for my dad, I wouldn't even bother going home for the holidays." You leaned your head back against the sofa cushions, reaching out to accept the very full glass of wine Nat offered you as she took her seat beside you. "I'd much rather spend the holiday season with you guys. It would be a hell of a lot more fun."

"You'd rather sit on the couch and drink wine all night on Christmas Eve while watching terrible movies and complaining about our lack of festive spirit?" Nat quipped.

"That sounds wonderful. Count me in next year," you sighed. "Holidays with my family are emotionally exhausting."

"Maybe next year go visit with your dad at a different time?" Wanda suggested. You shook your head with a sad smile.

"He loves having his whole family under the same roof. I can't take that away from him." You took a long, drawn-out sip of wine from your glass, savoring the full-bodied, oaky taste on your tongue. Nat always did know how to pick out a fantastic bottle of wine. "I know it will never happen, but sometimes I just wish I could have a loving sibling relationship with my brothers. I feel like I missed out on that my entire life."

Wanda smiled, her eyes glazing over, likely remembering her own close relationship with her twin brother. Your heart ached for her, knowing what she had and how abruptly she'd lost it. At least you never had a real sibling to lose.

Nat, on the other hand, laughed with a shake of her head. "It's not all sunshine and rainbows, even in the best sibling relationships. Yelena and I fought all the time when we were kids. Still do, in fact."

"Yeah, but it's all out of love, right?"

Nat chuckled. "Yeah, I suppose."

"See, I would give anything even to have fights with my brothers. Fighting would mean there was some emotion. My brothers are just... cold. Indifferent."

Wanda reached over from the armchair she was perched in to place a comforting hand on your forearm. "Well, we can be your sisters if you'd like."

You smiled, a breathy laugh puffing through your nose. "Thanks. But you guys are my best friends. You already know way too many of my secrets to be my honorary siblings."

"Yeah, you probably wouldn't want a sibling to know about that night in Ibiza..."

"We don't talk about that, remember?" you hushed quickly, earning a laugh from your two friends. "Anyway... I really appreciate the sentiment. Maybe someday I'll have that sibling sort of relationship with someone."

The three of you continued chatting about the holidays, sharing what you'd missed while you were away. You had no idea that anyone else had been listening to your conversation that evening. As it turned out, there had been a familiar hulking figure standing just outside the door to your apartment, and he'd heard the whole story.

Thor had become a fast friend of yours when you'd moved into the tower. It was hard not to want to be friends with him - he was boisterous, funny, and above all he cared deeply about the welfare of all his friends. On days you were feeling down, there just wasn't anything quite as uplifting as one of Thor's giant bear hugs.

His brother, Loki, on the other hand, had taken longer to warm up to you. It took him time to warm up to anyone, Thor assured. He definitely wasn't the physically affectionate type in the way his brother tended to be - he always seemed to have a grimace on his face when Thor forced him into one of his trademark hugs. Although, he certainly wasn't shy about the playfully aggressive sort of physical affection with his older sibling. A hard shove on the shoulder when Thor said something particularly amusing, or a gentle (mostly) whack to the back of his head when Thor said something rude or embarrassing, were commonplace with Loki.

It was only after you'd encouraged him one too many times to confide in you after an argument with Thor or one of the other Avengers that Loki finally caved and began being more open with you. He was hesitant initially to talk about his problems with a mortal like yourself, but you were patient with him, and a good listener to boot. And, surprisingly, you often had good advice for him. He hated to admit it, but his relationship with Thor had improved significantly since he'd begun coming to you first before lashing out at the blond, robust god. Not to mention, he came out of their heart-to-heart conversations with a lot fewer bruises.

Hearing your plight about your uncaring siblings and your unmet need for a loving big brother or sister, Thor immediately knew he had to do something. You'd taught Thor and Loki how to be better siblings - a grand feat in and of itself. It was time they returned the favor. Who better to fill the brother-shaped void in your life than the Asgardian duo?

"Loki!" Thor burst excitedly into his brother's bedroom without so much as a knock. Loki rolled his eyes, shutting his book and placing it on the bed beside him where he was propped against his headboard.

"Welcome, dear brother! Please, come inside! Make yourself at home." His tone was positively laden with sarcasm.

"Yes, yes, I'll remember to announce my presence before entering next time," Thor sighed, throwing his head back in annoyance. "Brother - we must embark on an important mission!"

"And, pray tell, what might that be?" Loki groaned, scowling.

"We must adopt the young lab assistant as our honorary sibling!"

Loki's eyebrows shot up high on his forehead, clearly not expecting such a strange statement to come out of his older brother's mouth. "Come again?"

Thor plunked himself down on the edge of Loki's bed, jostling Loki in the process from the sudden extra weight on the mattress. "When I stopped by their apartment this evening to welcome them home, I overheard them discussing their plight with Wanda and Natasha. Their brothers are poor excuses for siblings, Loki! Our dear friend has no family but their father to care for them."

"And... why exactly does that mean we must become their family?" Loki queried skeptically.

"Brother! Have you no gratitude for what they've done for you?"

"Me??"

"Oh, don't pretend as though you haven't sought out their advice and wisdom after every one of our arguments," Thor scoffed.

"Yes, well... I still don't see how that means we must take on the role as their brothers. Have you even discussed this with them?"

"Loki! Becoming their brothers is not something we can simply offer to do. We must fill the roles through our actions!"

"Our actions?" Loki's brow furrowed in both confusion and annoyance. "Forgive me, but how does one act like a Midgardian sibling?"

Thor was silent a moment. How exactly did sibling relationships work on Midgard? Certainly there must be some similarities to his and Loki's relationship, some universal characteristics of siblinghood. But what was it you were looking for in a sibling? What had you been missing in your relationship with your biological brothers?

"We must research this!" he declared at last.

"And how, might I ask, do you plan to do that?"

"I'm certain there must be something on the Midgardian internet that could provide us some insight." He pulled out his phone, locating the internet button and clumsily typing into the search bar. "Allow me to consult the almighty Google."

Loki rolled his eyes. "Sure, Thor. See what you can find on that silly device."

After clicking through a few pages, Thor finally landed on one that showed some promise. With exuberant curiosity, he began to read some of the page aloud.

"Let's see here... 'often times, the older sibling takes on the role of a mentor in their younger sibling's life, teaching them about the world in a way their parents could not.' That sounds simple enough! We could teach them about life on Asgard, and how to defend themselves..."

"Why not teach them how to read while we're at it?" Loki quipped. Thor shot him a glare.

"Alright, how about this: 'siblings often lean on one another for support.' We already do that quite often, don't we, Loki?"

"Well... yes, I suppose." Loki crossed his arms over his chest, appearing somewhat disinterested. Undeterred, Thor continued reading.

"'Siblings often antagonize one another - eating each other's snacks, getting competitive over board games, stealing the television remote, or simply just poking each other because they asked you to stop.' See, Loki? There are quite a few similarities to Asgardian sibling relationships."

"Hmm." Loki sat up a bit and unfolded his arms. "I do enjoy a bit of mischief. Perhaps... perhaps we could give it a try."

"YES! That's the spirit, brother!" Thor exclaimed, pounding his open hand against Loki's shoulder and knocking the wind out of him. He then rose to his feet. "I shall continue my research this evening - we must be the best Midgardian siblings to our dear friend!"

Loki sighed exasperatedly. "Alright, Thor. I will play along for the time being."

Truthfully, he wasn't entirely opposed to the idea, despite his outward skepticism. Granted, it was a bit unusual, simply making a decision that this mortal was going to be an honorary family member. But he did care about you - you'd become one of his few friends in the tower since you began hanging around the Avengers, and you were always willing to lend an ear to listen to his woes. Perhaps becoming your honorary brother wouldn't be such a terrible idea.

* * *

The following morning, you wandered up to the Avengers' suite to say your hellos to the others, now that you'd returned from your time away. Vision had just cooked up breakfast for the team, and as always, he had made a bit extra in case you decided to stop by. You accepted a plate and sat down with the others in the common room, casually munching on your breakfast while chatting with your superhero friends.

The moment Thor walked in and laid eyes on you, he grinned broadly, opening his arms wide for a hug. You set your plate down on the side table and stood, allowing him to scoop you up in a bear hug and lift you a few inches off the ground.

"I missed your hugs while I was gone," you told him, voice muffled in his shoulder where your face had been smooshed in his tight embrace. He set your feet back on the floor and released you, blue eyes sparkling brightly.

"I hope you enjoyed your travels?"

You cringed a bit involuntarily. "Er... yeah, I always love seeing my dad." Turning around, you busied yourself with picking up your breakfast plate again so you could return to your seat on the sofa. Thor slid into the seat beside you.

"You sound as though you have something on your mind. Please - I am here to support you." He smiled warmly at you, gazing expectantly while awaiting your response. You couldn't help but think the wording he'd chosen was a bit unusual, but you appreciated the sentiment nonetheless.

"It's nothing, just some family dynamic issues. I'm just happy to be home," you explained, knowing you were brushing off the truth but not really keen on discussing it in detail in front of the entire team. Thor placed a comforting hand on your shoulder.

"Might I suggest we do something fun this evening to help forget about what troubles you? A movie night, perhaps?" As he spoke, Loki entered the common room with his own plate of breakfast, and Thor motioned toward him. "Loki shall join us as well!"

"I'll do what, exactly?" he asked warily.

"We're going to have a movie night this evening!" Thor declared. You swore you saw Thor shoot Loki a wink, but you couldn't be certain.

"Oh, I see. I'd be happy to join you."

Now this was unusual. You hung out with the brothers all the time, of course, but it was never based on specific plans. More often than not, you invited yourself over to hang out with the team, or joined them on one of their group outings. But for Thor to suggest a movie night - and, even more outlandishly, for Loki to agree to be social for once - something was definitely weird about this.

Although, you supposed Thor had picked up on your slightly sour mood over your trip home. Maybe he was just trying to cheer you up?

"It's settled, then! The three of us shall gather for a movie night this evening. Be certain to wear your pajamas and bring your coziest blanket, dear friend!"

With a last gentle pat on the shoulder, Thor stood and wandered out of the room. You locked eyes with Loki, tilting your head slightly in confusion. Loki appeared almost sheepish as he shrugged his shoulders, then turned and followed his brother out of the room with his half-eaten breakfast.

Ok. This was definitely unusual.

Still, a movie night in your pajamas with two of your friends sounded like the perfect way to unwind after a stressful holiday. Regardless of Thor's reasoning for suggesting it, you were going to go and have a good time.

You were glad you did. Curled up in one of the oversized armchairs in the common room with your fleece blanket wrapped around yourself, with Thor and Loki occupying two of the other seats around the room, you felt more relaxed than you had been since before you left for your trip. The lights were dimmed, a giant bowl of popcorn stationed on the coffee table that the three of you could share. Thor and Loki both made jokes throughout the film at random, making you burst into laughter despite your attempts to withhold it.

As the ending credits rolled and Loki began preparing the next film on the screen, Thor snatched up a giant handful of popcorn for the umpteenth time that evening. This whole evening had you feeling so much more relaxed, you were feeling in a bit of a teasing mood.

“Hey, big guy - stop hogging the popcorn,” you griped, scooting the bowl closer to yourself. Thor chuckled, dragging it closer to him instead with a grin.

“Try and stop me.”

“Hey! You’re supposed to be sharing!” you whined. His smirk grew wider, prompting you to swipe a popcorn kernel off the top of the bowl and chuck it at him, striking him square in the forehead. You honestly had expected to miss, so the moment it made contact with his face and made him flinch, you clapped a hand over your mouth and tried to withhold the giggles that threatened to spill out, eyes wide in surprise.

“Oh-ho, is that how you want to play?” Thor scooped up a full handful of popcorn and hurled it in your direction. You squeaked and ducked your head as the salty snack rained down on top of you and bounced off, littering the floor where you were kneeling to reach the popcorn. You looked up to see the pleased-looking God of Thunder observing you in amusement.

“Oh, TWO can play at THAT game!” You gathered the popcorn from the floor, throwing it right back at Thor as he simultaneously began pelting you with fresh kernels from the bowl one by one. They didn’t hurt, but he was throwing them hard enough that you instinctively held up your hands protectively and curled in on yourself, unrestrained laughter bubbling from your lips. “Hohohow is THIS fahair??”

“You started it!” he retorted, the withheld laughter evident in his tone as he scooped up another handful of popcorn to replenish his supply of projectiles. You turned your face away to avoid getting struck by a rogue kernel in the eye.

You heard the bowl of kernels shift, then heard a crash followed by a sprinkling of little kernels striking the ground. Turning around now that you were no longer under fire, your laughter only increased when you saw Loki standing over his brother, the popcorn bowl now overturned on top of Thor’s head with the entire supply scattered across the floor.

Thor lifted the bowl off his head, a dusting of crumbled pieces of popcorn stuck in his hair. With a battle cry, he tackled Loki to the ground, proceeding to scoop up the littered popcorn pieces and pelt them at Loki’s face.

“Look at the mess you’ve made, brother!” Thor jested. Loki spluttered as one struck him between the eyes. Suddenly, the kernels on the floor threw themselves at Thor, barraging him as he ducked his head and laughed. Loki sat up with a mischievous smirk, turning to wink at you as he waved his hand to call off the magic he’d used to assault his brother.

“Nice one!” you exclaimed, holding your hand up toward Loki almost instinctively for a high five. He glanced at you in confusion for a moment. Sheepishly, you chuckled, realizing that wasn’t really a think Loki did. “Right, sorry, I…”

He cut you off with a slap to the palm of your outstretched hand, grinning victoriously. Your jaw dropped open in surprise, a smile brightening your face as your brain registered the fact that you just managed to get Loki to give you a high five. A “Midgardian frivolity” as he’d referred to it previously.

Thor conceded the popcorn war after that last attack, and the three of you cleaned up before settling down for a second film. You couldn’t remember the last time you’d goofed off like that. In fact, you weren’t sure you’d ever gotten into a popcorn-throwing war. It was childish and silly, but it was such fun that you really couldn’t care less. And Thor and Loki seemed to enjoy it anyhow.

After that evening, Thor and Loki seemed to be hanging around you a lot more often. Occasionally, Loki would stop by the lab to chat and hover over your current experiment (only when he knew for certain Banner wouldn't be present). Thor visited your apartment every so often, seemingly without any purpose other than to ask you how your day had gone and to make pleasant conversation. Even on the days you'd stop by to visit with Nat and Wanda, the pair of them seemed to be conveniently hanging around, interrupting your conversations to say hello, and occasionally making a ruckus in another area of the room with their bickering.

More and more, you began wondering what the hell had gotten into the pair of them. You certainly didn't mind having them around - they were your friends, after all, and you enjoyed the time you spent with them. But lately, the Asgardian brothers had been behaving quite unusually. It was unlike them - especially Loki - to want to hang out with you all the time. Not to mention, they'd taken to going out of their way to tease you or irritate you sometimes, which you definitely weren't used to. Thor would steal a snack right off your plate, or Loki would hide your lab goggles while you looked away to manage some part of your experiment. They were never mean, of course. And you couldn't lie and say you didn't enjoy having this sort of playful relationship with someone. But for the life of you, you couldn't figure out what had led to this sudden change in your interactions with the two brothers.

Thor had been going on for weeks about wanting to help teach you some self defense, to 'keep you safe' as he explained it. And so, you found yourself hanging out with the brothers into the Avengers' fitness facility late one afternoon, nervously awaiting what sort of 'defense training' they had in store.

"I just want to remind you that I know absolutely nothing about fighting," you declared as they led you over to the cushioned sparring area. "And you two are literal gods. You could snap me in half if you wanted to."

"We would never dream of doing such a thing!" Thor insisted. "Now, then - I suspect you won't be doing much fighting in your line of work, but it's important that you know how to escape a captor's hold should the need arise."

"Comforting."

"I shall show you first, and then you try." Thor motioned to Loki, who appeared somewhat hesitant, but stepped up anyway as Thor turned his back to him. "First - if an enemy tries to choke you from behind..." He paused a moment, then turned his head to look at Loki. "Brother, that's your cue," he hissed.

"Yes, alright," Loki grumbled with a roll of his eyes, grabbing hold of Thor in a headlock. Thor turned back to you, completely unphased.

"This seems to be a rather common way that you mortals try to attack each other," he explained. "Now - obviously you do not possess our godly strength, so I shall demonstrate how a mortal could escape such a hold."

Thor ducked down low, stepping outward toward where Loki's hand rested on his shoulder. The motion loosened Loki's grasp, which left an opening for Thor to twist and shove his brother in the side, knocking him off. With a big grin, Thor nodded at you.

"See? It's simple! Come here and give it a try."

"What?" You laughed nervously, eyeing the god who was easily twice your size. "I don't think-"

"I promise I won't hurt you!"

Thor's smile was so warm, his eyes shining with hopeful excitement. You couldn't help but smile and nod, stepping up to Thor and turning your back to him.

"Alright... I'll give it a try."

"Ready?" he asked. You nodded, then stiffened as you felt his strong arm wrap around your neck and shoulders from behind. As promised, he didn't squeeze nearly tight enough to hurt you - only enough to demonstrate so you could attempt to escape. You followed his directions, ducking out of his hold and shoving him off. The shove barely moved him, but it did at least provide you momentum to stumble away from your imaginary assailant.

"Wonderful!" Thor praised proudly. An involuntary grin spread across your face. You hadn't expected to succeed on the first try.

"You sure you weren't going easy on me?" you asked skeptically.

"I was merely simulating the strength of a mortal," he chuckled. You folded your arms across your chest, still unconvinced. "You don't believe me?"

"If I may - might I demonstrate the next one?" Loki stepped in suddenly, looking at Thor. "You may be soft, but rest assured, I do not go easy on anyone."

"Er..." You took a nervous step backward, knowing he was telling the truth. Thor was a big softie at heart, but Loki was nothing of the sort. If he said he wasn't going to play down his strength, you were certain he'd come at you with the full force of a god. You weren't sure you were ready for that. You opened your mouth to say so, but Thor cut you off.

"Excellent idea, Loki! Let us show the move first, then our dear friend can give it a go!"

Loki turned to face you, a smirk spreading across his face as he took in your anxious expression. "Alright. Thor is going to grab me from behind, and I shall show you how to escape."

"No magic," you warned. Loki glared.

"You doubt my ability to slip out of my brother's grasp without use of magic?" With a nod, he motioned for Thor to attack. Thor wrapped his arms tightly around Loki's midsection, pinning his arms to his sides. "Now, as you know, a mortal such as yourself is unlikely to be capable of exerting enough force to actually cause pain to a god, so you must find another way out."

"And how exactly do you suggest I accomplish that?" you demanded, feeling a bit salty about his implication that you were weak.

"You change the momentum."

He stepped backward, throwing Thor off balance, then ducked down lower to center his gravity more firmly as he shifted to plant his foot around and behind his larger brother. You gazed at him curiously, trying to understand what his plan was.

"The knees are a weak point for most mortals," he stated, then shoved his own knee into the back of Thor's. His grip resultantly loosened, allowing Loki to duck out of his hold as he toppled over backward. He returned his gaze to you, his smirk broadening as you shrunk back a bit. "Come, now. You try."

"I... uh..."

"Fear not, friend! I shall be here to rescue you if necessary!" Thor reassured, stepping a few paces back to watch. With a sigh, you reluctantly turned around and braced yourself for Loki's attack.

For a moment, nothing happened. Just as you decided you were going to turn around to see what he was up to, his arms were wrapped tightly around you, squeezing your own arms to your sides. You squeaked in surprise, earning a laugh from the mischievous god.

"Go on - try to escape."

Completely forgetting everything he'd shown you only moments ago, you twisted your torso a few times to try to break his hold. Loki responded by tightening his grip, barely budging as you fought against him. You let out a huff of frustration, pausing in your struggle.

"Loki, this is impossible!"

"You're not even trying! Have you already forgotten the steps?" he chastised, his tone teasing. "Perhaps it's your memory we need to work on?"

Growling, you stepped backward as he'd shown you, throwing off his center of balance in the process. With significant difficulty, given the continued vice grip he had you held in, you managed to position your foot around behind him so your hip was behind his as he'd shown you to do.

"Excellent! Now take him down!" Thor cheered. Encouraged, you slammed your knee into Loki's, feeling his leg buckle beneath him. You barely managed to keep yourself upright as he nearly jerked you down with him while he fell, stumbling backward free of his hold.

"I did it!" you exclaimed in shock. Thor approached and clapped you congratulatorily on the shoulder as Loki picked himself up off the floor. Even he had a pleased expression on his face, offering you a nod of approval.

"Perhaps we are going too easy on them," Loki wondered aloud, glancing at his brother with an impish smirk forming.

"Ah, perhaps you're right," he concurred, shooting his younger brother a wink that only served to make you nervous. "Why don't you skip the demonstration and try the next one? Perhaps our friend can figure out their own way to escape?"

"What- no way! How is that fair??" you cried indignantly, stepping away from Loki with a nervous laugh as he began to advance on you.

"What's the matter? Don't believe yourself up for the challenge?" he sang teasingly. Before you could tell him that no, you didn't believe you could magically figure out how to escape the grasp of an almighty god without some instruction, Loki had lunged at you and tackled you to the floor onto your back.

"LOKI!" you shrieked in surprise, immediately going into fight or flight mode as he planted his weight on your hips and began grabbing for your wrists. Despite yourself, you couldn't help but laugh at the silliness of this situation as he caught your left wrist in his hand. You jerked your right arm away just in time, causing his hand to instead close around your side. An embarrassingly high-pitched squeak burst out of your mouth as you jolted at his touch, the distraction of it giving him the chance to grab hold of your other wrist.

"Thor - I believe I've discovered some additional incentive for our dear friend to figure their own way out," Loki called to his brother, releasing your left wrist to free his hand to knead at your side. You spluttered then giggled, your stomach flipping as you watched a smirk spread across Loki's face.

"L-Lohoki!! Cut it ohout!" you demanded through your giggles.

"You'll have to find a way to escape," he countered, continuing to tickle your side. "Here - I'll even allow you free use of both your arms." His hand left your other wrist in search of another weak spot, digging into your lower ribs on your other side. You were full-on laughing now, hands hooking around his wrists and shoving hopelessly at his tickling hands.

"Thihis isn't FAHAHAIR!" you screeched, kicking your heels against the mat beneath you in desperation as his fingers moved away from your side and skittered across your belly.

"Brother, I have to agree with our dear friend, here. This does seem rather unfair," Thor scolded half-heartedly.

"Ohh, you two are no fun," Loki groaned, ceasing his tickle attack and shifting his weight off of you to allow you to sit up. You pulled your knees up to your chest protectively, scowling at the fond grins on their faces.

"No tickling during practice!" you ordered. "I can barely muster the strength to get out of your holds anyway."

"So... you're saying after practice, then?" Thor teased. You groaned, picking yourself up off the floor without providing an answer. Truth be told, you didn't mind being tickled. It was a rare occurrence, never having been subjected to the standard tickle attacks from your siblings growing up given they preferred to ignore you. It was kind of... freeing, being able to bond with someone you trusted that way.

The Asgardian brothers obliged your request, reserving the remainder of your training time to actually teach you more self-defense. No one had ever bothered to take the time to teach you things like this. It was nice, knowing they cared enough about your well being to show you how to protect yourself.

Despite having threatened to attack you with tickles after their little lesson, neither brother so much as mentioned it when you'd finally called it quits for the day. You weren't sure if you should be relieved or disappointed as you headed back to your apartment for the evening.

Little did you know, the moment you left, Thor and Loki began to hash out a plan.

"You know, brother - I'd read about something like this in my research regarding Midgardian sibling relationships," Thor informed, pulling up some of the saved web pages on his phone. "Apparently it is common with Midgardians that the older sibling will subject the younger to relentless tickle torture during their childhood years."

"Hmm. Older brothers tormenting younger brothers. Sounds rather familiar, don't you think?" Loki quipped. Thor laughed heartily.

"Oh, dear brother - don't act as if you never played any tricks on me when we were children! Not to mention, you frequently had me in trouble with mother for things I was not responsible for."

"Ah, yes, I do seem to recall a vague memory of that," Loki hummed with a smirk.

"I suspect our friend has little experience with playful torment from their older brothers. They were only cruel to them."

"Are you suggesting we help supplement this gap in their life experiences?"

"You suddenly seem very interested, brother."

Loki chuckled. "Of course I'm interested. You're telling me I have free reign to cause mischief. What's not to be interested in about that?"

"I thought you might like the idea." Thor grinned. "Shall we make it a game, then? As I understand it, Midgardian siblings are often just as competitive as we're familiar with on Asgard."

A sly smirk overtook Loki's features. "What do you suggest?"

* * *

It was rare for you to have to go work in the lab on a Saturday, but there was a time-sensitive experiment you were working on. If you didn't observe and record the results today, it would be far too late by the time you returned to work on Monday.

So, you found yourself seated alone in Bruce's lab bright and early the morning following your training session with the Asgardian brothers. Not normally a morning person, you clung to your travel coffee mug as though it was a lifeline as you removed the growth plates from the incubator and set them out across the lab bench. Your lab coat was somewhat disheveled, and you knew Bruce would have cringed at the wrinkles in the white fabric, but you couldn't care less at the moment. You pulled your notebook out and got to work jotting down your observations, taking a sip of coffee every once in a while as your eyelids began to droop.

Without an ounce of warning, two hands suddenly latched onto your sides through your lab coat and squeezed rapidly into the soft skin. You nearly knocked your stool over with your surprised jolt, letting out a shriek as you whipped your head around to identify your assailant.

"Loki!! What the he- HEHEY!" Scolding morphed into giggles as his fingers sprang back into action, kneading their way up your sides to your ribcage. "I-hi was WOHORKING!"

"You appeared to be falling asleep, actually," he responded casually, "I'm simply helping you wake up."

"O-HOKAY, OKAHAY I'M AWAHAKE!!" you squealed, leaning backward into his chest involuntarily as his fingers reached the middle of your ribcage. After a couple more exceedingly ticklish squeezes, he relented, waiting until he was certain you wouldn't fall backward off your stool before stepping away.

"Now then - you should get back to work. You wouldn't want Banner to think you're slacking off, now, would you?" he teased. Your mouth dropped open indignantly, though you had to fight back a grin.

"Excuse me, I was working until you decided to come in here!" You waved your hand dismissively at the trickster. "Now, shoo! I'll see you later this afternoon."

"Yes, yes, alright, I'm going..." With a grin and a shake of his head, he turned and exited the lab, leaving you alone once again. You were certainly more awake after that. More strikingly, you couldn't wipe the grin off your face as you finished writing up your observations.

As promised, when you finished recording your data, you changed out of your work clothes and headed up to the Avengers suite to spend a lazy Saturday afternoon with your friends. This sort of thing was commonplace for you on the weekend - you loved spending your free time with the superhuman neighbors upstairs.

You headed to the common room, knowing you'd find at least a few of them hanging out there. Peter was typically playing one of his video games, and he often roped in some of the others to play a multiplayer round here and there. Watching Steve and Bucky fumble with the game controllers was rather amusing. So, you were excited to find the two super soldiers seated with the young hero as he attempted to teach them how to play one of his first-person shooter games.

"Hey! Want to join in next round?" Peter asked brightly as you took a seat on the empty sofa by the television.

"Nah. It's much more entertaining watching these two," you responded, gesturing to Steve and Bucky, who were both sitting unnecessarily on the edges of their seats as they squinted at the screen, intermittently glancing down and pounding buttons on their controllers.

"Shh - I'm concentrating!" Steve hushed.

"Is that what you're doing? I thought you were trying to break the 'A' button."

"Oh, shut up," he shot back. An involuntary grin tugged at the corner of his mouth despite his dismissive words. You stretched your legs across the couch cushions in front of you, turning to get a better view of the screen as Peter's character shot Bucky's from behind.

"Damn you!" he cursed, glowering at the teen as he waited for his character to respawn. Meanwhile, Steve's character was wandering around the edge of the map, seemingly lost as he tried to find his way back to the rest of the action.

"Steve - turn left," you instructed. He turned as instructed, nearly turning completely around before heading in the opposite direction. "No, now right... Ok, less right... oh my god Steve, you- eep!"

A fluttering of fingers against your socked feet made you squeak mid-sentence, instinctively moving to jerk your feet closer to yourself. Two large hands caught hold of your ankles and pulled your legs straight, your assailant planting his weight down on your shins and continuing tickle your trapped feet.

"THOHOR!!" you cried, bursting into airy giggles. "Whahat did I doho??"

"Nothing, my friend! You just seemed to need a laugh," Thor declared, scratching his fingers at the sensitive spot above your heels that made you jolt. "Not to mention, I was rather bored!"

"Soho you d-eehee-decide to tickle mehe??" You sat up and reached helplessly for his tickling fingers, unable to reach or even see his hands where your feet were trapped right beside the God of Thunder's leg.

"Why not?" he asked casually, worming his fingers into the fabric of your sock under your toes. You threw your head back and laughed, tugging desperately at your legs.

"O-ho my GOHOD Thor!! Thihis isn't FAHAIR!"

"No, keep going, Thor - they deserve it for making fun of us," Bucky insisted, watching in amusement.

"If you insist, Barnes." Thor slid a hand beneath your knee and scratched at the taut skin, using his other hand to scribble up the length of your soles.

"Ahah-yohou're KIHILLING MEHE!" you screeched, holding your stomach as your abdominal muscles grew sore from the belly laughter his fingers were drawing out of you. He ceased his attack, lifting his weight off your shins long enough for you to pull your legs up to your chest protectively.

"Your face is quite red," Thor observed teasingly. "Perhaps we should open a window, you must be overheating."

"Yohou're a jerk," you grumbled jestingly, squeaking as Thor threw in one last poke to your side. He laughed boisterously, rising to his feet.

"Would you like something to eat? I'll bring you a snack." Without waiting for your response, he disappeared on his journey to the kitchen, leaving you more than a little confused as to what in the hell had gotten into these two today. Deep down, you honestly didn't mind the playfulness Thor and Loki were exhibiting, but it was so out of character for the two of them to be this physically affectionate towards you. Particularly with Loki.

Rather than remaining in your seat to endure the inevitable teasing that was to come from Steve and Bucky, (who hadn't known you were ticklish until Thor so kindly demonstrated for them), you stood and followed Thor toward the kitchen. Perhaps you could learn something if you made conversation with him.

You didn't quite make it to the kitchen, however. The moment you stepped into the hallway, someone threw their arms around your waist and pulled you into their chest, digging their fingers into your sides. More desperate laughter burst from your chest, your knees buckling beneath you as the effort weakened your muscles. It didn't take long for you to figure out it was Loki who had attacked this time.

"Come, now - you learned this one yesterday," he scolded playfully, toggling his thumbs into your belly. "Let's see you get out of it, hmm?"

You made a feeble attempt at executing the escape move, taking a shaky step backward, only to feel your legs give completely as Loki's hand dropped to dig his thumb into your hip. He followed you to the floor, tickling you to pieces while you tried to formulate a coherent sentence.

"Alright, brother - you win this round," Thor's voice suddenly sounded from above your heads. Loki immediately released you, and you collapsed forward onto your hands and knees as the last of the giggles bubbled out of your throat.

"W... wihin whahat round?" you demanded.

"Oh, didn't he tell you? We're having a competition to see who can make you laugh the hardest," Thor explained lackadaisically. Your eyes widened in surprise.

"You're whahat??"

"Yes, currently I'm in the lead," Loki boasted.

"Perhaps you could help me out and tell me your worst spot?" Thor suggested teasingly.

"Oh, I don't think so," you shot back, failing to suppress a grin as you picked yourself up off the floor. "Now, where was that snack you promised me?"

"Ah, yes-" Thor held out a plate of Oreo cookies. "I understand these are your favorites?"

"Y-yeah... how did you know?" you asked, startled.

"You informed me once, shortly after we met, actually," Thor explained. "You also informed me there is only one appropriate method to eating these cookies - however, Barton has shown me another method, and I believe you were mistaken."

"No way!" you argued, snatching up one of the cookies off the plate. "You have to separate the cookies from the cream part. It's the only way to eat them."

"Ah, but Barton says it's only an Oreo if you eat the cookies and the cream simultaneously," Thor argued, scooping one up and shoving it in his mouth. "Pluff, thiff way iff muff faffter."

"Brother, stop spraying your cookie crumbs everywhere and allow me to show you the real proper method to eating one of these exceedingly sugary mortal confections," Loki interrupted, taking a cookie for himself and conjuring a glass of milk out of nowhere in his hand. He dunked his cookie in the milk before taking a bite, gazing at the two of you with his brows raised expectantly as though awaiting your admission that he was right.

"Alright, that's it. We're ending this argument." You swiped another cookie, pivoting on your heel and re-entering the common room as you called to the gaming guys to provide their input. As it turned out, the three of them agreed with you. You made sure to flaunt that fact to the two brothers while you munched on the rest of the cookies Thor had brought for you.

Now that you were aware of their little competition, you were on edge whenever one of the brothers wasn't within your field of vision for more than a moment. And with good reason. Thor jumped you in the hallway when you'd exited the bathroom, wriggling his fingers into your belly. Not to be outdone, Loki found you napping on the sofa later that evening before dinner, pinning your legs to the couch before you could wake up and ruthlessly squeezing the muscles above your knees until tears of mirth started forming in the corners of your eyes. Neither was willing to admit defeat, and so you had to remain on your guard, ready to flee on a moment's notice.

Not that you made it very far before they caught you. They were gods, after all.

And yet, you couldn't remember the last time you'd had this much fun. It was silly, childish, and borderline ridiculous, but you hadn't laughed so much in your entire adult life. But the question was still burning in the back of your mind - what had prompted these two otherworldly gods to suddenly play this little game with you?

You decided, finally, you had to know the answer.

After dinner, you offered to do the dishes, waving off the assistance of the others despite their insistence on helping you. The kitchen finally fell silent as the team dispersed to their various evening activities. Dinners with the team could get rather loud, so the silence was welcome as you turned on the faucet and started washing the silverware.

The moment you finished rinsing the last fork and reached for a plate to wash, ten fingers dug into each of your sides simultaneously, eliciting a startled yelp. You dropped the sponge into the sink and stumbled backward, giggling hysterically as you broke free of Thor and Loki's tickling fingers.

"You guys!! Whahat the hell has gotten into you??" you demanded, a ticklish grin still plastered to your face.

"We've already informed you of our competition," Thor responded in confusion. You shook your head, planting your hands on your hips sternly.

"Noho, not that! I mean in general! You two have been hanging around me all the time, wanting to play games and have movie nights, teaching me defense moves, teasing me constantly... I'm not saying I mind, but... what gives??"

Thor and Loki glanced at one another uncertainly, only serving to further your confusion and desperation to have an answer. Clearly there was something they knew about that you didn't.

"Thor - why don't you just tell them already?" Loki hissed. "They've obviously determined something is going on."

"I don't want to ruin it!" Thor whispered loudly, shooting Loki a look intended to silence him. He opened his mouth to reply, but you interrupted.

"Ruin what? Thor, tell me the truth. What's going on?"

Thor sighed defeatedly, hanging his head. He glanced up at you sheepishly with his chin tilted downward still. "I overheard your conversation a couple of months ago. When you were talking to Wanda and Natasha."

"About what?" You wracked your brain, trying to recall what you'd even chatted with the girls about recently.

"About your plight with your cruel older brothers," he elaborated. "And how you wished you had a true sibling relationship."

Oh. Now you remembered.

"We thought that, perhaps, we could become your honorary brothers... to help fill that void in your life," Thor continued, wringing his hands nervously. "I-I've been researching what is required to be a good Midgardian brother. I thought it might be helpful."

It all made so much sense now.

The sudden interest in your life. The offering of support. The suggestion for a cheer-up movie night. The popcorn fight. Annoyingly hovering over your shoulder while you were working. Clinging to you when you were there to visit Nat and Wanda. The playful teasing. The insistence on mentoring you. The tickle fights.

These were all things you'd missed out on as a kid because you didn't have that brother or sister figure in your life. And when Thor and Loki found out, they took it upon themselves to take on the role of your big brothers.

Hot tears filled your eyes and blurred your vision as you stared wordlessly at the two of them. Thor grimaced when he noticed the poignant emotion clouding your face, and Loki turned to begin scolding his brother. You cut him off, stepping forward and wrapping your arms around both of them.

"Thank you," you sniffed, tears streaming down your cheeks. "I c-can't tell you what th-this means to me."

Thor returned your embrace first, wrapping his massive arm around your back. Hesitantly, Loki followed suit, relaxing into your embrace after a few moments.

"Does this mean we did a good job of it, then?" Thor asked hopefully. You laughed, releasing the brothers and stepping back a bit, wiping the happy tears off your cheeks with the back of your hand.

"Yes, Thor. You two are wonderful big brothers."

Even Loki cracked a small smile at that, though it was nothing compared to Thor's vibrant grin at the knowledge that he'd succeeded in his mission to become a brother to you.

The three of you finished up with cleaning the dishes together, retiring to the empty common room once you'd finished. You plunked yourself down between the brothers on the sofa, wrapping one arm around each of them despite Loki's protesting.

"Since I'm the youngest sibling, does that mean I get to pick the movie?" you teased.

"What?! You chose the film last time!" Thor griped, snatching the remote off the coffee table. You retracted your arms from around the pair of them, lunging for the remote and just missing it as Thor held it out of your reach.

"You know, brother..." Loki began, his tone laden with mischief, "... what sort of older brothers would we be if we didn't punish them for trying to exploit their youngest sibling status?"

"Ah, you're quite right, Loki," Thor concurred, placing the remote back down on the table before turning to face you more fully. "Not to mention, we've yet to determine a winner to our competition."

"Oho no, no I don't think so," you stammered, moving to stand and put distance between yourself and the two of them. Thor and Loki each caught hold of one of your wrists, dragging you back down into your seat. "Wait, wahait! How is it fair for the two of you to gang up on me??"

"As I understand, it is rather common for the older Midgardian siblings to gang up on the youngest," Thor countered.

"Perhaps if you tell us your weak spot, we'll go easy on you," Loki added with a fiendish smirk. Eyes wide, you shook your head wildly.

"N-no, not gonna happen."

The brothers leaned forward slightly so they could lock eyes, nodding at one another before each digging their free hand into your exposed sides. An explosion of laughter tore from your chest as you tugged helplessly at your arms to protect your sides. They held fast to your wrists, Loki finding your hip and scratching at the soft spot by your hipbone while Thor's hand ascended your ribcage, digging into the spaces along the way.

"Brother, it will be rather difficult to determine a winner this way," Loki stated casually. "How are we to know which of us is causing them to laugh?"

"A fair point, brother," Thor concurred. "I am the eldest, therefore I should get to go first."

"I suppose I'll allow it."

"Well I dohon't allow ihit!!" you argued, whining as Thor passed your wrist to Loki so he could hold them both. With a bit of manipulation, Loki pinned your wrists against your back and spun you to face Thor, who was gazing at you almost as mischievously as his younger brother would. "Noho! Thor! Dohon't you dare!!"

"But I must! We must determine a winner!" Thor insisted, wasting no more time in clawing into your belly with both hands. With a shriek, you dissolved into belly laughter, twisting your torso and tugging hopelessly at your trapped wrists. His hands were large enough to scratch at the entire length of your belly without having to shift all that much, unfortunately allowing him to slowly pick up on the fact that you jolted each time his fingers neared the front of your ribcage.

"Might this be a weak spot?" Thor asked teasingly, shifting his focus to scratch at your lower ribs. You screeched, nodded, and laughed harder, legs curling up toward your chest to block as much of your ticklish torso as possible. Thor had already broken past your defenses, and so you only managed to succeed in trapping his hands against your ribcage with your knees. He smirked as he began to vibrate his fingers into the spot, laughing heartily when your own laughter pitched up an octave in response.

"Alright, brother, you've had your fun. I believe it's my turn," Loki demanded. Thor relented, allowing you a moment to breathe now that your laughter was no longer consuming all your oxygen. All too soon, Loki had passed your wrists to Thor, who spun you around to face his younger brother.

"Lohohoki!! Have mercy!" you pleaded, flashing a puppy-dog pouting face at the mischievous god. He chuckled darkly.

"You should have asked Thor for mercy - you should know by now that's not in my vocabulary."

You whimpered, interlaced with anticipatory giggles as Loki plotted out his plan of attack. Averting your gaze, you tried not to let the nervousness display on your face as his eyes skimmed over your potential weak spots. Despite the fact that you'd nodded when Thor asked if he'd found it, it wasn't the entire truth. Your ribs were a weak spot. They weren't the weak spot. Though it had been a while, you knew exactly where it was.

"Thor..." Loki spoke suddenly, "... might you hold their arms up?"

Oh no.

"Pshh. Y-you're not gonna win that way," you scoffed, trying to throw him off. His mouth curled up into a smirk.

"I'll take my chances."

With a nod to Thor, the elder brother dragged your wrists up over your head, and you immediately began to protest frantically. He ignored your pleas, and you winced when the cooler air of the room chilled the skin under your arms through your thin cotton shirt. Loki hadn't even touched you yet and you were giggling hysterically, twisting and tugging at your wrists to no avail.

"I'll admit, brother - I think you may have beaten me on this one," Thor lamented.

"There's only one way to find out."

The second Loki's fingers descended on the soft skin under your arms, you were a laughing, blubbering mess. It was definitely much worse than you remembered - every flick of his fingertips against the spot sending a fresh wave of ticklish sparks through your nervous system. Loki found it rather amusing, removing all but one finger on each side and finding you were still in hysterics even with the gentlest scratching. Your laughter became breathy, then silent, and Loki finally let up on his torment, motioning for Thor to release your wrists.

"Alright, brother. I'll give you this one," Thor conceded.

"Thank you for admitting defeat honorably, brother."

"Y-yohou guys ahare the worst," you groaned, your chest still heaving with the exertion of your laughter. Thor wrapped an arm around you in a tight one-armed hug.

"I suppose we should allow you to select the film after tormenting you so," Thor offered with a grin.

"Thank you," you huffed indignantly, swiping the remote off the table and moving to a new seat in one of the armchairs. "I'm not sitting with you guys either."

"You think that will keep you safe from our torment?" Loki chuckled.

"I demand little sibling immunity for the rest of the evening," you retorted. Loki rolled his eyes.

"You know, there was a time when you got to reap the rewards of being the youngest," Thor teased, nudging his brother.

"Ah, yes. I quite enjoyed being defeated in wrestling matches every time," Loki shot back sarcastically.

"Hey! You know you got special treatment from mother because you were the youngest!" Thor countered.

"Wait - now I'm curious. You guys have to tell me everything," you demanded, leaning forward with your elbows propped on your knees in anticipation.

As the brothers began to tell you tales of their childhood on Asgard, you thought wistfully of the childhood you could have had. Your brothers may have been bound to you by blood, but there was nothing else that made you feel tied to them in any way. And yet, here before you sat two brothers - gods from another realm entirely - and already, you felt more of a bond with them than you ever had with your biological brothers.

This was your family.

And though you were not bound by blood, there was something much stronger that had formed between you.

[solarsavoy]

Sunday Ship, Karushuu!

I want to start by saying this is just my analysis and I understand, even encourage, that you have your own opinion on the matter. I love you @tuulikannel, please don't hate me! 😭

Karushuu!

After looking into this relationship a bit, I've decided that this is my second favorite ship for Karma. However, I do not believe this is a forever ship. While every relationship has its ups and downs, I feel that the best time for Gakushuu to have this relationship is while he is younger, but as Gakushuu grows and develops into an adult, I just can't see Karma being with him. It is one of those relationships that needs to happen in order for Gakushuu to grow into the person he's meant to be.

Karma is one of the few people in Gakushuu's life that is neither above him, like his father, or below him, like everyone else. This puts Karma in the prime position to be able to reach through Gakushuu's trauma to teach him things and to open his heart.

But we all know Karma. He can be gentle, he can be sweet, but you know he's gonna poke at it with a stick just because he can.

Why I think it isn't a permanent thing.

I fully believe Gakushuu's primary love language is Words, just like Karma, but Karma tends to speak all the other languages except for Words.

To be clear, it is a common misconception that someone is more than one/only one love language and that their primary one is the one they speak. Your primary love language is the one that hits you the deepest, not necessarily the one that you speak. We always speak and accept all of the five love languages, but one tends to reach our hearts the most. And sometimes, life experience can change it, but it isn't so common that you can simply change it every other week. It's something that may or may not happen one or two times in your life.

With that in mind, Gakushuu is Words, and Karma doesn't always speak towards that because Karma. Meanwhile, you have Gakushuu who is fighting his father's very heavy words (a common thing for Words people is that the words others have said will remain with them for a very long time even if the person have changed since then) with the positive reinforcement of the entire student body. It takes hundreds of students' constant appraisal to fend off any one of Gakuhou's past criticisms of imperfection, and now we have Karma who will flippantly use his words to tease, joke, poke fun at, and otherwise insult Gakushuu. Even in good fun, it's not something I would expect Gakushuu to take very well over a long period of time, but like I said, I also think this relationship is absolutely necessary to his growth.

Karma would teach Gakushuu to not take things so personally, that there's such a thing as fun and that not all words need to be important forever. I believe this is what would set Gakushuu on his path to self discovery. The anime shows him finally asking someone for help, but I don't think this leads to much self reflection. It causes him to finally question the power he'd always perceived his father to have, but it doesn't cause him to actually look further in and change.

That's what Karma does.

Since Karma is an equal who also understands him at his level, there's a sort of respect and trust that Gakushuu has for him. As a rival, as a friend, as a lover. So, I don't feel it's a good forever ship, but even if they were to get together and mutually decide to split up later, I think they'd remain really good friends.

And that's why this is my second favorite ship. They just have to be together, at least for a time. And even if they aren't always lovers, I do think they'd have an unbreakable bond that'd last a lifetime.

At least on Gakushuu's side. I can see Karma being a dick about this if Gakushuu were to ever tell him this.

Gakushuu, rolling his eyes: You never change.

Karma: Just admit it, you miss me.

Gakushuu: You never change. I've changed plenty.

Karma: So you used to miss me.

Gakushuu: Yup, but I've moved on to someone else.

Karma narrows his eyes.

Gakushuu: Guess you couldn't be number one forever.

Karma: You take that back! You're crazy, I'll always be number one!

Gakushuu: Sorry, but you're just gonna have to get used to second place now.

Both end up laughing.

And that's my analysis of Karushuu. What are your thoughts? Remember, this is just an opinion and I'm always open to discuss other opinions about anything.

If you'd like to hear my thoughts on another ship next Sunday, feel free to send an ask! And if you're not sure if I know the fandom, feel free to message me. Thanks for reading!

[hispipsqueak]

Forever

Hanta Sero x F!Reader NSFW

Summary: After years of being together, you and Sero decide to reminisce in the best way possible.

WC: 2.2K

A/N: Hi friends! Sero is one of those characters that I truly see as good husband material and I wanted to express some of those feelings in this piece. I know for a lot of us, especially in my age range, growing up and leaving that age of “dumb teenager/early 20′s mess” to “adult with responsibilities” is a big change and I hope that is reflected a bit in this. Also, there’s car sex. So that’s fun :D As always, likes and reblogs are very much appreciated! Thanks for reading <3 P.S: CAN WE TALK ABOUT SERO IN THE NEW EP??? ahhhh

TW: car sex, adulting/getting older, domestic relationship, daddy kink, breeding kink, mentions of drug use

Sero's eyes stared at the glowing screen, trying to comprehend the information yet again.

His gaze darted toward the corner, 3:36 A.M., and he yawned, before blinking and trying to re-read the document again. 

"Hey pretty boy." 

The smell of jasmine perfume and honey wafted in and he smiled sleepily as you ran your fingers through his shaggy black hair.

"Mm...I know, I know." He muttered, nuzzling into your touch. You were his rock, always making sure he ate well and slept enough, making sure he wouldn't overwork himself. Sero thought back to your UA days of sneaking out at 3 AM to some fast food joint and getting stoned while eating greasy fries in the back of his car. Time sure flew, huh?

You rested your head on his shoulder and pressed a kiss to his neck.

"Come to bed. Paperwork will still be there in the morning, I promise.", you muttered into his soft skin. He relented and pulled himself out of the chair, twirling you around so he had you pressed against the wall.

His eyes roamed your face. You were still gorgeous as the day he first laid eyes on you in high school.

"Whatcha thinkin' about, Hanta?" you whispered. He grinned, that toothy smirk that you fell in love with unchanged after all these years, and kissed you. 

"Just reminiscing. Thinking about how far we've come. Remember when we were annoying teenagers, sneaking out of the dorms?" 

"I'm pretty sure we are the reason for Aizawa's grey hairs now. Remember when your van broke down and we had to beg Bakugo to pick us up at 4 A.M.?" you giggled back, thinking of the blonde's angry scolding the entire ride home.

The two of you chuckled quietly, thinking about the years past. You glanced down at your hand, the sparkling diamond that adorned it shining in the dim room. 

"I remember the day you proposed too. I'm pretty sure I thought you were going to dump me." you teased.

Even in the dark, you could see his face flush and his eyes narrow.

"I was NERVOUS. I was trying to ask the love of my life to spend the rest of our lives together and you just sat there being beautiful and Denki spent the day before trying to convince me to do a flash mob and it was a LOT of pressure!"

"You literally started off with, 'We've had some bad times, and some good times, and this was fun'." You laughed, picturing his face that day. He was sweating bullets and your heart was sinking, thinking he was ending it. He had been so secretive and weird the weeks prior, as opposed to his normally chilled out demeanor. 

Sero kissed your forehead.

"I still have no idea why you said yes, but you're stuck with me, babe." He clinked his matching band against yours, a gesture the two of you did to remind yourselves of your unbreakable bond. 

His long arms wrapped around your waist and pulled you close to him and you buried yourself into his chest, smelling his citrus-scented soap. He rested his chin on your hair. 

"When did we get so old, Y/N?" He whispered, his eyes looking at the walls behind you. Pictures of the two of you decorated the house. The pair of you in matching sunglasses at the beach, a group photo of you two and the squad at dinner after the aforementioned proposal, a candid on your wedding day, and then the two of you holding your twin boys.

"I'm pretty sure after we became parents." you mumbled into his chest, your sleepiness apparent in your voice. "I think once I had to say Daddy in a non-sexual way, was when I realized we were old." 

Sero chuckled quietly, his hands squeezing your waist. 

"But, we're still cool right? We aren't our parents." 

You looked up at him, eyebrows raised.

"Hanta, are you worried about getting older?"

He closed his eyes. 

"Not worried as much as...I just...I don't wanna be an old guy who drives a minivan and talks about retirement and golf."

Your eyes widened and you burst into laughter.

"Baby, I'm pretty sure you would never take up golf."

Sero pouted and you grinned before continuing.

"But in all seriousness, we aren't the kids we were in high school. Maybe we can't pull all nighters and still function the next day, and maybe we have to be parents who eat more vegetables and less french fries. But it's also nice to have a car that doesn't require a running start to move, and have a house instead of sneaking in and out of each other's dorm rooms. And you know, the kids are KIND OF cool."

He nodded.

"They are pretty cool kids."

You cupped his face, tilting him towards you.

"If I have to grow old with someone, I'm glad it's with you."

His face flushed and he pressed his lips to yours, kissing you deeply. You gently tugged at the longer hair behind his ears as you kissed him back. He let out a low groan and his hands kneaded at your curves, squeezing your ass and hips.

Finally, the two of you broke apart, breathless and grinning. He pressed his forehead to yours.

"How about…we reminisce a little more? Maybe...in the car, for old time's sake?"

You nodded and the two of you headed to the garage, trying to stay as quiet as possible to not wake up the kids. Sero opened the car door and the two of you slid in the backseat, giggling like teenagers. 

You straddled him and could feel his cock through his joggers. He groaned as you grinded against it, teasing him with hungry hot kisses to his neck. 

“You’re such a tease, princess.” He whispered before tracing the shell of your ear with his tongue. Your body shivered at his touch. Even after all this time, he made you feel like a lovestruck schoolgirl. You ran your hands down his toned chest, his body lean from hero work, and slid your fingers underneath his shirt.

Sero took this as an invitation to pull off his black tank top and you did the same to your sleeping shirt, an old band tee that you snagged from him. His hands cupped your breasts, slowly kneading the soft flesh as he placed soft kisses on your collarbone and shoulder.

“Mmm...you’re so fucking beautiful. How the hell did I get so damn lucky, babe?” He said between kisses. Sero had a way of making you feel like the sexiest woman in the world and you couldn’t help but smile as he worshipped your breasts, kissing and licking his way down till he latched his mouth over your nipple. 

Using his other hand to tweak and tug at the hardened bud, he alternated between the two, sucking and leaving soft bites. Your back arched involuntarily, pushing your chest deeper into his mouth as you moaned.

“Fuck…need you Hanta.”

His long fingers worked their way down your belly, tracing circular patterns as he reached your sex. He ran a finger across your slit, barely parting your folds.

“What do you want, baby? Tell Daddy what you want.”

“Please...please touch me. Please daddy.” you begged, grinding yourself against him for the smallest amount of friction. You could feel yourself leaving a mess on his sweatpants, but you needed his touch.

He let out a deep chuckle.

“So desperate, huh baby? Let daddy take care of you.” You bit your lip as he plunged two fingers into your cunt. The length, combined with the hooking motion had you gasping. He continued to plunge in and out of your sopping heat as you rocked against him. Your thighs tensed, threatening to close on his arm. He maneuvered the two of you so you were laying on your back across the seat, his hand gripping your soft thighs, holding you in place as he finger-fucked you.

“Take it like a good girl baby. Let daddy make you feel good. You look so beautiful for me baby.” He praised you as he pushed deeper into you. You could feel him hit spots in you that made you see stars. All you could do was lay back and cry from the overwhelming pleasure that clouded your brain.

“Fuck...daddy, gonna cum soon!” you wailed, eyes rolling back. Hanta then chose this moment to pull his fingers from you, leaving your pussy to clench around nothing. You let out a frustrated whimper, tears leaking from your eyes.

“I’m so sorry baby, but I promise I’m gonna make it all better. You trust me baby?” He asked, his eyes dark with desire and something primal.

You nodded, sniffling at the shock of your orgasm being ripped from you. He tapped your lips with his fingers,still dripping of your arousal. Obediently, you opened and sucked on the two fingers, tasting yourself. 

“Look how good you taste baby. You’re such a good girl for me. I want you to lick up every last drop from my fingers. Can you do that for daddy?” He asked, grinning.

Nodding dumbly, you slurped down every bit of yourself from his hand. He pressed against your tongue, making you gag around him. You looked up at him, drool falling from the corners of your mouth. 

Hanta felt his cock twitch. Fuck you looked so sexy, so fucked and in love. He could see the devotion in your eyes as you looked at him awaiting his next instructions.

He pulled his hand back, strings of saliva hanging off of his calloused fingers. He propped himself above you so he was looking right down at your gorgeously fucked out face.

“You ready baby? You ready to take all of Daddy’s cock?” He asked, tugging your shorts down and lining himself up with your entrance. Your fingers found their way to his neck, tugging him close to you. The two of you shared a deep kiss, exchanging unspoken promises and memories before breaking apart. You nodded, looking deep into his eyes.

“Always."

Hanta felt his face flush, before slowly pressing into your tight heat. You bit your lip. No matter how many times the two of you had done this, you still had to prepare for his length. He wasn’t the thickest but his cock was long and lean just like him, with a curve that pressed itself right against your most sensitive spots.

“Fuck...you feel so good for me. You’re squeezing me so well baby.” He murmured, his dark eyes drinking in every inch of your body. His hands ran up and down your sides as he looked down at you and he gave you a small grin as he pinched your hip. You dug your fingertips into his shoulder blades, pulling him flush against you.

“Oh fuck you feel so good.” You rocked your hips against him, rolling yourself onto his cock. He took this as a cue to go faster and started to piston deeper inside of you, his balls slapping against your ass. His tip slammed against your walls, burying him deeper inside you. Moans and sighs filled the backseat and you gripped him tightly.

“That’s it babe, that’s it. Taking daddy so fucking deep. Fuck you’re sucking me in so well. I might have to knock you up again if you keep it up. You want that princess? Want daddy to put another baby inside you?” Hanta panted, hungrily kissing your neck and shoulder as he fucked into you faster. His teeth nipped at the thin skin and you cried out, from a mixture of pain and pleasure. “Answer me baby girl.”

“Y-yes daddy! Please fill me up with your cum. Need you so bad. Wan’a have your baby.” You moaned, delirious from him. The windows to the car were foggy and sweat ran down your bodies as you repeatedly crashed into each other, and yet all you could feel was him, all you wanted was to stay with him and please him as much as you could.

He could feel his release rapidly approaching. His hand snaked down to your clit and he pressed tight circles to the sensitive bud. Your back arched from the seat as you moaned out a mixture of curses and begs. Your mindless babbling spurred him on more. He wanted to keep fucking you, make it so you couldn’t remember your own name, drive you insane with desire and want.

“Tell me who’s fucking you so good baby. Who’s making you feel so fucking good? Who’s cum do you want to fill that tight little pussy of yours?” He breathed out, slamming into you impossibly faster.

“Daddy daddy daddy - DADDY!” you chanted, your mind fuzzy as you tightened around him, creaming on his cock. You wrapped your legs around his waist and rode out your high on his cock as your eyes fluttered and your mouth dropped open.

“That’s it, that’s it, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!” He groaned out as he released into you, filling you with his seed. His cock twitched, spurting his load into you and his fingers gripped your hips, holding you tightly as he filled you up.

The two of you panted, breathing hard as you came down from your highs, slowly moving into a position where he could hold you. He moved some strands of hair, plastered to your face with sweat, and pressed a soft kiss to your temple.

“I love you.” 

You grinned, sleepiness overtaking your body as you leaned into him, your lips pressing against his skin.

“Forever.”

[kingandfireheart]

Cassian's Love: words from a guy who speaks through actions

Something I love about Cassian is that he doesn't really hide the ball when it comes to his feelings for Nesta. He's most definitely an actions speak louder than words person (physical touch is his love language), but he does use words in ACOSF. I read someone say that Cassian didn't show his love for Nesta, and I completely disagree. Even though SJM never showed us Cassian saying the actual words, we see it so often through the small touches like flicking her cheek, the way that he never makes fun of her (many) questions, or the way he's always there, but he never pushes her too far.

In ACOWAR he confesses his love

" I have no regrets in my life, but this. That we did not have time. That I did not have time with you, Nesta. I will find you again in the next world -- the next life. And we will have that time. I promise. "

Yes, there is a lot he doesn't say - that they are mates, that he wants more than just sex, that he loves her. He even goes far enough to attack Lanthys to prevent him from revealing the truth. (I can write a whole post on why he wouldn't tell her about being mates, but I think Nesta's reaction to Lucien's declaration at the end of ACOMAF can suffice as explanation).

After his heartbreaking confession in ACOWAR, it makes sense that he's more reserved with Nesta. When thinking about his almost confession on solstice, he even says, "He hardly managed to walk away with some semblance of pride. Over his cold, dead body would she do that to him again." He is protecting himself by ignoring the mating bond too ("Some small quiet part of his brain whispered otherwise. He ignored it. Had ignored it for a long time now.")

Still throughout the book, he owns up to his feelings for Nesta when given the opportunity -- he just doesn't say the words "I love you" or "You're my mate". This post goes through some scenes in chronological order, since they show how Cassian does care.

(I could write another whole post on how I feel cheated of two months of happy Nessian between Solstice and Starfall, but that's what fanfiction is for, right?).

When Mor asks if it pains him to see Nesta like this, he says:

"All of it pains me... It pains me that Nesta has become... this. It pains me that she and Feyre are always at each other's throats. It pains me that Feyre hurts over it, and I know Nesta does, too. It pains me that ..."

When he's pleading her to train, she asks him why he isn't negotiating harder, he says.

"For you, I have no strategies."

Then there's the confrontation before, "I'm always thinking of that look on your face". (Yes, he's goading her here, but I don't think he's lying)

"Why so many questions tonight?" // "Because we're talking like normal people, and I want to know. About all of it." // "Let's nor retread old territory, Nes." // "It never mattered to me whether you took half the Cauldron's power or a drop. It still doesn't matter. // "Why?" "Why do you even bother?" // "Why did you stay at my side when we went up against the King of Hybern during the last battle?"

Answer: because they're mates.

After Nesta fights with Elain, he tells her he'll be there for her.

"Whatever you need to throw at me, I can take it. I won't break." No challenge laced the words. Only a plea. // "You don't understand," she said, voice rasping. "I am not like you and the others." // "That's never bothered me one bit." (emphasis added)

When Rhys gives Nesta a mental warning about Gwyn:

"I'm pissed off that you can't seem to believe one good thing about her. That you refuse to fucking believe one good thing about her."

When they are discussing the Dread Trove and pushing Nesta to scry: Yes Cassian for arguing against only protecting Elain

" There is an innate darkness to the Dread Trove that should not be exposed to." // "But Nesta should?" Cassian growled.

"It's not right to wield Elain as a threat to manipulate Nesta into scrying." "There are harsher ways to convince Nesta, boy" "You're a fool if you think threats will make her obey you." ... "If we manipulate Nesta into scrying, even by using Elain against her, then we'll do what is necessary." "I don't like it."

After Nesta's nightmare:

"Hey." "Hello" "Are you all right?" "Yes." "Good" "You want to talk about it?" "No" "That's fine." "You want breakfast?" "I like your priorities, General." (italics added)

When Rhys and Feyre mention bringing in Helion:

"He'll help...If only for another shot at her." // Nesta rolled her eyes, and and the gesture was so normal that Cassian's smile became more genuine, edged with relief // You wear your heart for all to see, brother. Rhys said without turning Cassian's way. // Cassian only shrugged. He was past caring.

When they finally have sex , we have this short back-and-forth:

"I'll hurt you." // "I don't care" // "I do."

and my personal favorite

"I'm beyond lies right now, Nesta."

When Nesta asks whether Cassian enjoyed their previous encounter, he tells her:

I enjoyed myself too much. I've thought about it for days and days.

"Whatever you want. Whatever you need from me." He knew those were a fool's words, knew he offered up too much.

And when Nesta asks "How can I need you again so soon?" Answer: because they're mates.

"I've needed you from the moment I first met you. And now that I get to have you, I don't what to stop

When they find out about the new Dread Trove, he's quick to defend Nesta to others:

This scene isn't really dialogue, but I'm including it because I love Cass.

They moved on to far merrier subjects, but Cassian mulled it over throughout the evening. The fighting was only part of it. The Training would sustain her, funnel her rage, but there had to be more. There had to be joy. There had to be music. (emphasis added)

When Nesta breaks down at the end of the hike, we see that Cassian doesn't just love Nesta, but he likes her, he may even admire her.

"I don't know how to get there. I don't think I'm capable of it" // "You are. I've seen it -- I've seen what you can do when you are willing to fight for the people you love. Why not apply that same bravery and loyalty to yourself?"

"You don't need to become some impossible ideal. You don't need to become sweet and simpering. You can give everyone that I Will Slay My Enemies look - which is my favorite look, by the way. You can keep that sharpness I like so much, that boldness and fearlessness. I don't want you to ever lose those things, to cage yourself."

"I'll be with you every step of the way... Just don't lock me out. You want to walk in silence for a week, I'm fine with that. So long as you talk to me at the end of it." (emphasis added)

When Cassian and Nesta go to the prison, there are some more telling moments:

"What if my presence would go unnoticed, but yours sets off a trap? We can't risk that." // His throat bobbed. "I can't risk you." // The words slammed into her heart. (emphasis added)

and later,

"I have always been your friend Nesta. Always"

When Nesta and Cassian return from the Prison:

Nesta brushed her fingers against Cassian's in silent understanding. His own curled against hers, meeting her stare as if to say, See? We're the same after all.

But when Rhys suggests having Nesta dance with Eris, Cassian is territorial to the max

"You're not going to use her."

"Over my dead fucking body," Cassian exploded.

"Nesta hasn't agreed to anything," Cassian snapped. "Even one dance with that prick is too much --"

"I don't like it."

He also agrees to go with her to the cottage in the human lands, and is so damn supportive and kind to her there. Action not words here but I love this himbo so much

Cassian stood beside her through all of it. Not speaking, not touching. Just there, should she need him. Her friend -- whom she'd asked to come her with her not because he was sharing her bed, but because she wanted him here. His steadiness and kindness and understanding.

And of course, the amazing and wonderful solstice scene:

"I'm sorry for how I behaved last Solstice. For how awful I was."// "I know. I forgave you a long time ago."

"Because I was fucking jealous!" He roared, wings splaying. "You looked like a queen, and it was painfully obvious you should be with a princeling like Eris and not a low born nothing like me! Because I couldn't stand the sight of it, right down to my gods-damned bones."(emphasis added)

"You're not going to marry Eris." "No" "There will be no one else. For either of us." "Yes" "Ever."

The big ole fight

"Say what I've guess from the moment we met. What I knew the first time I kissed you. What became unbreakable between us on Solstice night"

"I am your mate, for fuck's sake!" "You are my mate! Why are you still fighting it?

"You promised me forever on Solstice," he said, voice breaking. "Why is one word somehow throwing you off that?" (emphasis added)

And the conclusion that just wasn't satisfying enough:

"What do you want? // "You" // "You've had me from the moment you met me."

[zapsalis-d]

Catalyst: Masterlist

bombshell's masterlist || main masterlist

Change is unavoidable.

Unified, you and the Mandalorian became. Drawn together by sheer lust and devotion for one another, the powerful bond between you and the hunter became unbreakable, indestructible, as strong as beskar itself. Surging past all sorts of obstacles and complications, you're deemed inseparable from him and he from you. Cycles spent enchanted by each other's presences, your names become synonymous to one another: Mando and the princess, recognized by the entire planet of Rainoh—you in the elegant dresses, hand-in-hand with the beskar-clad Mandalorian. It became something normal, as strange as it may have been imagining it in the past. The opposers lurking nearly everywhere are disregarded by the both of you because you just want to be with him and he just wants to be with you.

( So why did it change? Why did your love dwindle? )

It was bound to happen. One way or another, it was going to occur.

Din Djarin is everything to you, he means everything to you. Since the beginning, you can't help but feel allured to him, curiosity dominating your senses and urging you to discover the enigmatic man, the silent hunter, the nomad who happens to find pleasure in making frequent visits to Rainoh. What was that all about? You didn't know. Until it all turned into stolen glances ( the way his piercing visor observed you was pleasing ), shameless touches ( oh, those tanned bare hands he had ), and secluded moments in his antique gunship ( the roughness of his stubble against your softer skin constantly plagued your mind ). Not until then, did you notice what was forming between you two. You didn't complain. You couldn't. How could you complain if this is all you could ever desire?

( If it was all you could ever desire then it should've stayed the same. Why did it happen? )

Perhaps because the outcome would be better then? It's a mystery, truly.

You're everything Din Djarin could've ever wanted and more. You always enticed him,  electrifying him with those feather-light touches of yours, rapturous and tantalizing and so, so soft. Behind the dark tint of his visor, he's constantly admiring you; from your sweet, pleasing personality, gentle, lovable character, to your appearance. Oh, your looks—in his brown eyes, you are perfect to him. Soon as he realized what was happening, what he was feeling, what you were feeling, he acted—quickly. Quick before anyone else dared to take you away from him. You were his and if felt so good to say it. You were so valuable to him, so good. Too good for him.

( Maybe that's why it all needed to change. It had to sooner or later. )

No. No, that's not why it changed. There was another reason.

Sometimes even the strongest of relationships snap. It all goes well until you can't take it anymore, until you ultimately can't control your emotions, the worries invading your mind, until it's too much. Until it's too late.

( But you are perfect for each other. )

Exactly. That's why it hurts.

It hurts seeing him drift away.

Out of reach.

A broken bond.

Shattered trust.

While there is still a chance to fix things, to mend everything back to normal, giving it up is still under consideration. It seems like a rash decision but maybe it's the best decision.

( You can't give it up. Don't do it. )

Sometimes giving it up is what's best, is it not?

...is it?

Let's start at the beginning, shall we?

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Rated: T

Series Warnings: Heavy angst, canon-typical violence, mentions of smut (non-descriptive), arranged marriages

Pairing: Din Djarin x fem(princess)!reader

Chapters: Act One . . . One Two Three Four

Status: Ongoing

note:

AHHH i can't believe i'm writing for these two again but when these ideas kept popping into my head, i could NOT resist so HERE'S BOMBSHELL'S PREQUEL! i know that i never really dived deep into what happened between din and the princess in bombshell, how they met specifically, how they got to the point they were at. so i wanted to explore that here with a prequel!

for new readers, you do not need to read bombshell to understand this at all! this is just a prequel to a story i wrote a few months ago and i'd like to expand on this series.

i really hope you guys like this. i'm so nervous about this, actually 😣 i'm scared i won't do din and the princess justice but HOPEFULLY i will get it right, and i will DEFINITELY be taking my time with new chapters because i want this to be perfect! i don't want any rushed chapters (that is partly why the first few chappies of bombshell are currently under editing), and i just don't want to rush anything overall. i also have another fic ongoing (it has most of my focus for the moment) so unfortunately updates will be very sporadic and i won't have a specific schedule for posting new chaps. this will rely totally on the amount of time and inspiration i have. i'm just having a little fun! but in the future when i'm done with my other works, i'm def looking forward to focusing more on catalyst and getting it finished.

catalyst WILL be a lot longer than bombshell!! i know bombshell was only about 13 chapters, but catalyst is probably going to have 20+?? not too sure right now. but it will have shorter chapters! believe me, i love releasing long chapters but i feel like sometimes they overwhelm me so i will keep them under 3k words (unless something really ✨ special ✨ happens, then i may go a lil over the word count).

SO i really hope you guys like this!! i really missed din and the princess and i can't wait for you guys to see what i have planned 😆 remember that feedback is extremely important (please don't be a ghost reader 🥲), comments REALLY help me keep going with my fics, you have no idea how much they mean to me!!

ENJOY ❤️

( taglist is open ! reblog/comment/ask to be added. )

[pastel9girlbunny000die]

Shanks/Usopp/Ace x abusive reader.s/o

Warning: Kissing, abuse, Nyctophobia, claustrophobia, sexual abuse, little nsfw!

Thanks for the request Omega-ish

Hope you enjoy❤

Portgas D. Shanks 🍺

🍺The Four Emperors are the four most dangerous and powerful pirate captains in the world. 

🍺And yes Shanks is one of them, and on top of that his a alpha.

🍺His a strong, passionate and brave man.

🍺Just by looks others might get the wrong idea thinking his cocky high ego and rude

🍺And you'd think a man like that only bat an eye for the most high class omegas, only to get in their pants.

🍺Buttttt!!!! NO

🍺Shanks is none of that, his a free spirit loving childlike man, Shanks is an extremely laid-back, preferring to take his time he doesn't rush things

🍺The first time he met his s/o...

🍺You sorta snuck on board his ship, it didn't take long for one of the crew to surprisingly find you.

🍺At first you didn't talk to him nor look him in his eyes, for your own sake you were too scared.

🍺So he let you be

🍺But couldn't ignored the way you looked, torn clothes, dirty skin, bruised and heavily scarred skin, messy hair and life drained eyes.

🍺It made him sick to the core. Just by looking at you he knew you went through horrible things

🍺He doesn't dare speak up, he doesn't want to remind you of those horrible things.

🍺As time went on

🍺Multiple times a day he goes below deck giving you something to eat and drink, than chat your ears off.

🍺He'd tell you about his many adventures, all the islands he been too how he met each of his crew, he even dig out the most personal things like how he lost his arm and how he got the three scars over his eye. With many more stories.

🍺It made you happy hearing them all feeling free with this red hair man, he made you smile laugh talk and sead tears of happiness, since you met him

🍺He even gave you a name. A place to belong and protected you, he thought you how to defend yourself and be badass. You learned how to read, write, cooking much much more

🍺He became your Alpha and claimed you as his omega, forming a strong bond connecting your hearts and souls forever.

🍺It made you glad that you snuck aboard his ship.

🍺Dispense having a new life living it to the fullest. Your heart is still scarred.

🍺Your fear came to life again when The Red Force docked at the same island you escaped from the first time you snuck on Shanks ship.

🍺Your alpha is the first to know your distress.

🍺But you chose to lie and tell him your okay, even though he didn't believe you he still You made sure to stuck to his side 24/7.

🍺It made him happy that you seek comfort from him but also placed him on high alert.

🍺Yes Shanks knows why you don't wanna be here and he makes sure this is only a quick restock in and out.

🍺Not staying for a drink or party.

🍺It was hard for you too open up to him but he was sure to listen to every word that left your mouth.

🍺(Any person of your choice) they where horrible people, using omegas for slavery abusing them to the breaking point, once brought the omega can be used for anything of the owners choice.

🍺All the torture and pain you felt locked up in a cage days ends night ends.

🍺It made Shanks furious and angry, but he knows that he couldn't do anything what has been done can't be un done

🍺All he could do is comfort you, purr in your ear brushing away your tears.

🍺From then you knew he'd always be yours heart body and soul

🍺Give you anything.

🍺And everything.

🍺But the tables turned quickly when you and him ran into (Any person of your choice) the person who abused Shanks omega for years.

🍺In anger (Any person of your choice) tried to lure you back to them, while you quiver behind Shanks hiding in his cape, he could feel your smaller from trembling pressing your face in his thoracic spine and hands gripping his shirt.

🍺He could smell the change in your scent it wasn't sweet or loving anymore it was replaced with (Displeased smell of your choice), it made his inner alpha very protective of you.

🍺Now Shanks isn't the kind of man that would turn to violence and rudeness in this kind of situations.

🍺At was at this point the guy came near you two wanting to rip you off your alpha, but didn't go to well for him when Shanks Haoshoku Haki hit him, (Any person of your choice) drop to the ground knocked out.

🍺it was no surprise that Shanks s/o wasn't affected, they're strong but there are some fears that can leave a person trembling and hopeless

🍺But none less Shanks will protect his omega. Even if you cower in fear.

***

Usopp (Sniper King)🏹

🏹Personally you hate alphas, and because of that Luffy had a hard time getting you to join his crew, 90% of the crew is alpha's

🏹But you joined anyway

🏹When Usopp first met his s/o he like any other saw you pretty strong confidence and level headed, but being a great liar like himself he could see the fake smile

🏹He decided to just stay out of it. But he couldn't help but wanting to get closer to you, get to know you and enjoy time with you

🏹First of all you really like Usopp ever since you step foot on Marry, he was funny goofy and outspoken brave

🏹And you like him so much that you'd even back him up in a fight, he's a real cute beta

🏹Yes, you read that right... Usopp s/o thought that he was a beta, he doesn't necessarily act like an alpha he has no confidence high pride or cocky ego.

🏹Blindly with the idea of him being a beta, made you grew closer to him, forming a great friendship making everlasting memories and moments

🏹At a point you confessed your feelings and he accepted them making you the happiest omega alive.

🏹It made him happy too

🏹But you two haven't mated/marked each other yet. It doesn't mean you haven't created a unbreakable bond

🏹But you also haven't told him about your childhood and what happened, not ready to dig out all the pain and suffering

🏹That was until you two got separated from the others trying to get back to the Thousand Sunny and crew

🏹Somehow you guys docked at the wrong island, with a flesh eating gigantic snake living on it.

🏹And Yes... it was currently chasing Usopp and his s/o though the forest.

🏹"Run run run! Its going to eat us!" Usopp cried dragging his s/o along with him running for thier lives

🏹Well you see the both of you would've easily beaten the crab out of the thing.. if ya didn't leave your weapons on the Sunny.

🏹Luckily for you, Usopp spotted a old mine tunnel in your path of crisis without thinking he rushed you two in.

🏹Now here's the thing-

🏹When Usopp's s/o where a child they where sold off to a group of mountain bandits and they didn't treat their "item" with care, they locked you up in a cage and tortured you for days whipping you breaking you down mentally and physically and on special days they shut you in a box and shove you into darkness

🏹You develop claustrophobia and Nyctophobia, which wasn't good you have been able to avoid them for long

🏹But in this situation it brought up both.

🏹The tunnel was blocked with a death end and you two took too many turns you couldn't see the daylights anymore along with the place being small for two people.

🏹The little light Usopp managed to make wasn't working well for you.

🏹Your breath became heavier the walls felt like their closing in, your heart beat filled your ears beating faster and faster, your body paralyzed your vision somehow became blurry.

🏹You were having a panic attack before you knew it.

🏹"(Y/n) babe. What's wrong?" Usopp caught on real quick smelling the change in your scent and hearing soft whimpers leave your lips as tears stream down your face.

🏹It made the alpha in him click taking control, crouching down in front of you taking your hands into his

🏹His scent reaching you for the first time it was so strong and powerful the purr from him calmed your body and mind.

🏹His alpha reaching out for your omega the first time ever, you saw the thing you hate with passion and Usopp was one of them

🏹But different you knew him for a long time and shared so much with him, his nothing like them he genuinely loved care protect you without expecting anything in return.

🏹Calming you and scenting you the best of his ability.

🏹Not thinking at all you told him in a broken voice with tears about your phobias and the abuse you suffered as a child.

🏹Opening up your most venerable side.

🏹He truly felt connected to you finally broke your walls, without trying.

🏹He continue to comfort you telling you silly stories and making you giggle here and there.

🏹While you both waited for the others to find you, it didn't take long

🏹That night he made sure to claim you as his, marking you and all promise to protect you and help you overcome your fears

🏹He even accepted you as you are.

***

Portgas D. Ace🔥

🔥Ace met you when he joined Whitebeard, that's when he became attached to you.

🔥Wherever you go he goes, his always by your side, if he or you don't have a mission that is.

🔥Truthfully Ace doesn't know much about your pass and that doesn't bother him, but your still not a very open person.

🔥At least he knows little things about he was able to pick up on the way like how your strong and brave, but also quite and patient how you are less social and older than him but looks hella young.

🔥But what catch his attention is all your scars they must have been from great battles but the most painful one is the one on your nape it looked as if skin was torn off leaving a nasty mark.

🔥But it was mostly covered by a shirt (or your hair if you have long hair).

🔥For you Ace is the sweetest and most honorable person you've met his cute and badass.

🔥But you love how he pouts when you treat him like a child, or baby him. It made you happy to care for him, feed him clean after him giving him much attention.

🔥It made your connection with the alpha much stronger without needing to say a word you two feel in love over the years

🔥Creating a very strong relationship and a loving one at that. You did hesitate to become his it gave you doubts and anxiety.

🔥But what you fear the most was mating with him you fear having to explain your scars near your private.

🔥Its all case of "him" that man what he did to you was no forgiving matter.

🔥That's till one night Ace and his s/o was in the perfect mood, bodies against one and other hands exploring your cloths covered flesh.

🔥He was about to unbuckle your pants which made you shot in defense pushing him away as he came crashing down the bed.

🔥At first he thought he did something wrong, seeing your face upset and pain expression.

🔥both sitting in silence, your scent increasing but with a smell to make sure Ace stayed away but his Alpha fought it wanting to be near you not leaving you in this state.

🔥He didn't made you say anything didn't ask anything just hugged you tightly to his chest rubbing your back.

🔥A long quite moment passed still in his arms you open your mouth begging him not to leave you. Tears sobbing hiccups and mumbling words left your lips

🔥"Calm down tell me what's wrong?" He kept his voice soft and purred more.

🔥"I-i use to b-be marr-married." Half a loath off your chest, it seemed Ace didn't care so what if you where married before your now here with him and your his that's all that mattered.

🔥But it all changed when you continued

🔥You were married once before. To a man you thought was truly your soul mate, you two where happy but it all shattered when you tried having children.

🔥You tried and tried and tried. But nothing.

🔥Slowly he started becoming less of the man you knew, he became rough and untenable during your "activities". He made you bleed and didn't stop when pleading for it he.

🔥He began using his alpha voice on you, scaring you. Breaking you down.

🔥Not long after he became a drunk, hitting cutting and sexually abusing you.

🔥You had enough tearing out his mark/bite, escaping his claws, but he chased after you, till you literally ran into Whitebeard, the pirate captain defended you, beat the living shit out of him, took you in treated you with respect and care.

🔥You became his daughter/son. You became one of the most strongest and feared pirate under Whitebeard. (And the old geezer is damn proud of you!)

🔥After hearing all that Ace accepted you even more, loving you with care as he continue to praise your body analyze ever curve, scar, soft squeezy place (Butt/Boobs😏) .

🔥Till he reached your private parts down below seeing the stretch marks and abusive places.

🔥He must've think its disgusting and not worth it anymore, just through you in the back. And be forgotten - That's what you thought.

🔥But instead he gave you a night you'd never forget, he was so gentle and considerate letting you take the lead. Along with marking you as his mate forever no regrets.

🔥lest just say, the following week you came on to some morning sickness, It was like destiny was telling you Ace is the only one no one else would work.

🔥Fire First Ace is your Alpha. And you his omega.

[justasimplesinner]

Since angst is on the menu, Arkham Riddler developing feelings for reader who is already in a relationship. Reader and s/o are healthy and happy together, but Reader is ride or die bff's with Ed. Maybe in another life things would be different for Reader and Eddie, but Reader can't ever imagine a life without their s/o and they aren't the type of person to cheat. The reader feels purely platonically toward Eddie.

( Is Ed the kind of person to prioritize the friendship over his feelings? Would he try to break the couple up? Does his attitude change the more unhinged he gets? How much bastardry is he capable of here?)

hooo boy let's make this man Suffer™

Arkham!Ed falling for a taken reader hcs:

funny thing, you were actually in a relationship with one of his hench(wo)men, which is why he even stumbled upon you. your s/o was one of the higher ranked thugs, the ones that he trusted with his machines and plans, installing his traps and placing the more complicated trophy challenges in many different locations. the ones that had decent ideas about where to even put such trophies

the fact that your beloved even worked for The Riddler was all thanks to you actually! Gotham has a very high unemployment rate, and sometimes, being fired from one job meant landing on the street. your s/o almost did, and their last resort was... well, being a paid hench(wo)man. and you understood, you really understood and you were there to support, but only on one condition - if your darling was going to work for a supervillain, let it at least be a supervillain with a point to prove. someone smart that wasn't just looking for chaos and violence. and that's how they landed in Riddler's crew

you probably shouldn't've met Ed, but you were a good and supportive partner, you accepted your s/o's job and, most importantly, their crew, their new friends. bonds that form between some hench(wo)men are unbreakable, and you were really kind towards everyone your partner brought home with 'em. and maybe that was putting you at risk, but sometimes... you got involved. sometimes, you threw in your own ideas for trophies placement, sometimes, you came over to the location your s/o was working on with some nice take out or lunch because god only knows sometimes they went a day or two without a single proper meal. and if you cared for them, you also had to care for the crew. you've become almost a parental figure to some of them (especially the teens - god damn, why would there be teens, how fucked up Gotham actually was?)

fate had it, once you just had to stumble upon The Riddler Himself. all your fault too, since you didn't call beforehand and your s/o didn's even know you were coming this time. hell, you've almost gotten yourself killed because of this. it was only your silver tongue and general comprehension of what was going on that saved you. the way you listened to him and admitted that he was right and maybe you were kinda stupid, but its not your fault you wanted to be supportive. maybe if Ed wasn't such a fucking bastard, you'd support him too. for now, he just got his lunch from you and some small talk he acted like he didn't want to indulge in

Edward, being curious about you being worried for his plans and their safety, pulled up some info on you, anything he could blackmail you or your partner (and his worker) with if the need comes. and that's how the weird friendship began. he started seeing more of you (what is that? him specifically working in the same location as your s/o? no, definitely not), you always brought him nice food and chatted away with him, treated him like a normal human being despite him being a feared (pffft) villain, and you inquired about his work. not essentially about his plans, but his work. at first, he was incredibly suspicious, but after some time, he started warming up to you

quite soon, he had your number in his phone and hours upon hours talked over with you while he worked and you weren't there. you always listened to his rambling and inquired about a lot of things, hell, at times you used him as your own personal Google. you brought him food and threatened him into taking breaks sometimes and you even started visiting him to make sure he actually did. you forced him to integrate with his hench(wo)men because you willingly housed your s/o and their friends and it often led to nice, casual game nights with beer and junk food, and you made sure that even if he didn't come, he was always invited. you cared for him like nobody ever has, and let's be real, how could he not fall in love with you?

it was stupid, and he pushed those feelings down for as long as he could. but it started showing in very obvious ways, he started seeking out your company, getting closer to your partner just to learn more about you, making sure you were the first person to see everything he came up with. you've gotten yourself tangled in this weird life where technically, you weren't doing any crimes, and yet were a part of them at the same time. you always offered your support, your ideas, you took his words into consideration, you helped wherever you could, even if it meant some construction work, especially if it meant you could be around him. he didn't want to admit how much he started relying on your kindness, how... attached he's gotten to you. how... deeply in love he fell with you

it was terrible. stupid and terrible. you already had a partner. and yes, maybe Edward genuinely thought once or twice (or more) about sabotaging your relationship and then swooping in so he'd be your only support, but... you seemed so happy. not only around him, but - most importantly - around your s/o. you had someone that understood you and loved you and treated you right. and deep down, Ed knew that... he'd never treat you right. he'd never be better than your s/o. you wouldn't be so happy with him as you were with them. he couldn't give you what they gave you, he couldn't give you that love, that time, that affection. he was too... broken. and he knew that. besides, there was no way someone would love him. not the way you loved your s/o. he fucking tried to isolate himself from you at some point only to beg at your door two weeks later, apologizing and thinking up some bullshit excuse so you'd take him back in and hug him again and make him feel loved

funny thing, he hated and loved your partner at the same time. he hated the fact that he couldn't be them, couldn't be in their place, couldn't be the one to hold you close and kiss you breathless, couldn't be the one you... loved. but they were so good for you. everything they fucking did, they did for you. hell, they fucking caught on to his own feelings, they dared to talk to him about it and tell him that they didn't mind. that they understood why he'd fall in love because that's the exact reason they did. that they weren't jealous and they trusted you with their heart. that they were glad he found someone that was literally ride or die with him, that if he asked you to fucking fight Batman for him, you would. they told him to take care of himself and that the hurt will pass and he will move on, like they were his fucking friend. of course, he denied everything, but all those words hit deep and heart and fucking cut through him because why couldn't he be like them? why couldn't he be them?

thing is, he never moved on. he didn't know how. at the same time, he never wanted to see you again and never stop seeing you. at the same time, he wanted to tell you everything and make you choose (despite the heartwrenching knowledge that you'd never choose him) and never utter a word and enjoy his time with you. and he so fucking enjoyed it. he so fucking craved being around you. every time you decided to hug him, he never wanted to leave your embrace. he wanted you to hug him and kiss him for the rest of his life, but he knew he couldn't get that. he settled for what he had - a true ride or die bestfriend, something he never had and never will again. even if it fucking hurt to see you with someone else, he never wanted to separate from you and at least enjoy what he had. if he couldn't have more, then at least he'd cherish every second spent with you to the max