#he wants in on their unbreakable bond and i can't blame him

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Aww, Jon doesn't want to be left out of the fun. Room for one more, fellas?

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[hwaslayer]

the space between us three (jyh) | ten.

⇢series masterlist | series playlist

⇢summary: while juggling the demands of life, yunho continues to do his best to raise his independent 11 yr old daughter, seora. throughout the years, they've built a strong foundation, an unbreakable bond— one that consists of late night talks and food runs, father/daughter dates, and sideline cheerleading at her basketball games. so when you unexpectedly come into their world, things shift. despite the uncertainty and the fear of stepping outside of their comfort zone, yunho and seora eventually learn how to open their hearts and learn how to rebuild a home where three can thrive together.

⇢pairing: single dad!yunho x f. reader

⇢genre: (18+ - minors dni) strangers to lovers, single dad au | fluff, angst, smut

⇢word count: 4.6k

⇢chapter content/warnings: cussing/mature language, hwa just hella unsure and causing problems lol, typical yunho x oc being cute af, making out, a lil bit of some dry humping, flashback scene of yunho taking seora to see her mom, crying, yunho opens up to seora about his relationship and it goes south

⇢a/n: the hongjoong fic is starting! you can find it here in case you missed it <33

"Hey." You pop into Noeul's cubicle, welcoming yourself into the free chair. "How's it going?" You're taking a break after the emails briefly stopped flooding in, checking in with your bestfriend. She seems better, but you know where her mind is still at.

"Hey cutie." She looks at you. "It's been alright. Dealing with some more internal issues, but nothing too bad." She chuckles. "Finally got a minute to breathe?"

"Mhm."

"Seeing your man later?"

"Mhm." You respond in a sing-song tone. "Can't wait. Miss him." 

"Cuties. Love you two."

"Have you talked to Seonghwa?" You ask, just to give her time to vent if needed.

"Nope."

"He didn't text you back?"

"Um, no. No he hasn't." She gives you a tiny, forced smile and it breaks your heart. "He's been ignoring me, actually. I saw him this morning on the way to the office, and I thought it was my window to talk to him."

"But? Did you guys make contact?"

"Yeah, but he literally popped out his phone and made a beeline for the entrance." She scoffs. "Yoori's also been majorly giving me the eye."

"Well."

⇢FLASHBACK

noeul: hey, can we talk?

hwa: sorry, not a good time. swamped today.

noeul: okay, so can't we talk after work?

hwa: can't.

noeul: seonghwa, really?

"Sorry." Seonghwa says as he slips into Yoori's office, her face unamused when he finds him tucking his phone into his pocket. "I just got caught up with something."

"Noeul, you mean?" She looks at his pocket and he lets out a heavy sigh.

"No. I was editing an article I need to get out before the end of the week."

"Right." Yoori looks at him over her computer. Seonghwa can tell she's still not happy. And although he doesn't blame her, he is getting tired of the attitude. Of her temper and being short with him. Of keeping within the same routine. He tried to make it up to her. Tried to make this different.

But in the end, it didn't feel so different and he doesn't want to continue if it'll keep heading down this route.

He does think about the fun he had with Noeul. He thinks about having more fun with her. He thinks about how maybe, Noeul would be different. A different kind of fun for him.

"I didn't come here to fight." Seonghwa sighs. "I wanted to ask if you wanted to go out to dinner tonight."

"Not really."

"Why not?"

"I don't really wanna be out tonight, especially after the day I've already had."

"I'm sorry, but what does that have to do with me taking you out to dinner? I'll pick you up and drop you off. Or, you can stay at mine if you want."

"Seriously Hwa. Not tonight. Can we raincheck?" He sighs again and nods defeatedly.

"Yeah sure."

"Is there anything else?" She asks him and he just shakes his head. Feeling like he wasted his time to see her. He was excited to see her and ask her out tonight.

But, that went down the drain.

And now, as he's heading back to his office, he's staring at the thread between him and Noeul. Wondering if he should text her and finally talk to her. He's starting to think that Noeul wasn't just that shiny new toy to him and that his heart hasn't truly belonged to Yoori all this time.

Maybe, he needs to break free if all they do is go in circles.

Circles he feels obligated to follow because Yoori is all he's known these past months.

⇢END

"I'm sorry." You brush her hair away from her face.

"Maybe I am just stupid."

"You're not. He's just.. not the right guy, and that's totally fine." You look at her, slightly frowning. "You'll find someone who is worthy of your love and will shower you with the love you deserve."

"I know, but why can't I let go of it? We literally made out at your birthday and that was it."

"Well, you had fun with him. You were with him for the majority of the night. He's attractive too, I can't lie." You shrug. "But, he also needs to really get his shit together, especially with the whole Yoori thing. You don't wanna be another part of that equation, and you don't deserve to." She sighs.

"I just gotta let it go. You're right. It makes no sense for me to hold onto this. He's with Yoori and there's no changing that."

"Quite frankly, I don't even know if Yoori has him." She looks at you, forehead crinkled. "Okay, sorry. Point is, he needs to get himself together and you deserve someone who is sure of you. They'll come along, no doubt."

"I hope so."

"My sweet Noeul." You throw your arm around her. "Come over sometime this week or weekend? We can have a girl's night. I'll tell Sian, too."

"I could use another shopping date. I need a new, cute but functional, everyday bag."

"Are we thinking luxury bag?"

"Maybe."

"Treat yourself! Let's do it." Noeul smiles. "There she is."

"Love you."

"Love you, too." Your phone dings, signaling a text from Yunho and another coworker about a project-related. order "Let me get back to work. I've gotta check on this order I placed for the team. They needed specific electrodes for this study and they said they'd have it by a specific time this week. Gotta make sure it's on track."

"Goodluck."

"Thank you. Text me if you need anything? Or come bother me if you have time." She nods.

With that, you text your coworker back as you head to the procurement facility to check on the status of their order. It's an elevator ride down to the basement, and luckily, there isn't a huge line or a lot of people crowding the area to pick up orders. You find your contact to get an update, relieved it should be delivered tomorrow and can be picked up before lunch time. You relay the info to your coworker as you head back upstairs to your desk, the emails and task items slowly building post-break.

yunho: can't wait to see you later pretty girl

you: excited 🥰 what's lunch?

yunho: surprise!

you: boooooo

yunho: don't give me that, cutie. it'll be worth it! 

yunho: gtg, gotta look into one of the systems slowing down

yunho: 😘

You set the phone down to get back to work, only to come back to it with another text from Yunho.

yunho: damn kiss me back at least??????

you: can you go?! 😂

you: 😘

You giggle to yourself, finishing up the other tasks that have made its way to you before lunch time comes around the corner. You get the usual text from Yunho letting you know he was heading to your meeting spot, so you grab your water bottle and head out. It's a bit chilly outside, causing you to wrap your jacket around you tightly— easily finding Yunho's tall figure ahead.

"Hi." You giggle when Yunho pulls you in for a tight hug and presses a kiss to the top of your head.

"Missed you, pretty girl." He raises a cute bag up. "Made some kimbap with Seora last night."

"I missed you, too." Your eyes glow at the bag. "That's so sweet. Can't wait to eat 'em for lunch, I'm sure it's delicious." You smile, tiptoeing to give him a curt peck on the lips. You feel Yunho smile against the kiss, subtly biting his lip when you pull back.

"Can we get to the car? Now?"

"Yunho." You laugh, squealing when Yunho laces his hand with yours—rushing over to his car in the staff garage and dragging you along. He has long strides, so you're having to keep up 10x more than normal. "Yunho! You're a giant, I can't keep up!" He laughs when he decides to carry you and gets you into his car— immediately sliding into the driver's seat and reversing out of the spot. "Why are you rushing?!"

"Because we're on a time crunch and I just need my time with you. What do you mean why?" You snort. 

"Uh huh."

"I also just want you on my lap, is that so much to ask?" You let out a cute yell, making Yunho laugh even louder. He makes his way to the usual trail and lake, parking underneath the shade since the sun is out despite the chill. He pops open the large container, showing you the different kinds of kimbap they made. He hands you some chopsticks, allowing you to dig in first and give an honest review.

"Yum! This is so good, Yu." 

"Yeah? You aren't lying?" He looks at you, maintaining eye contact until you break first.

"Swear." You chuckle.

"Your mom and dad said it was good, too. I'll give credit to Seora for the idea and for planning out what kimbap we'd make."

"The girl's got taste!" You pop in another one, looking out at the lake ahead. There's a few people walking the trail, elderly couples holding onto each other as they take their time with their stroll or runners getting a workout in before it gets too late in the afternoon. Ducks are taking a dip in the lake, squirrels running up the trees. 

It's a nice reminder of life's little blessings.

"Hey." You turn in the passenger's seat, tucking your leg underneath the other to sit comfortably.

"Yeah, baby?"

"How was it? Did you take Seora to the cemetery?"

"Yeah." He smiles. "It was good. She was really happy."

"Did she get to decorate?"

"Lots."

⇢FLASHBACK

"What's that?" Yunho asks as he drives over to the cemetery, briefly glancing at Seora's lap when he gets a chance.

"You know how I got into crochet kits lately?"

"Yes, I'm reminded by the monthly subscription that goes through on my card." Seora laughs. "You're making good use of it."

"Yeah. I made one from the Hello Kitty line I got in. I made the Little Twinstars." Seora raises the two. "They're holding hands. I know they're siblings but I wanted it to be like.. me and mom."

"That's cute." Yunho smiles a bit.

"I also made this sushi and named it Oishi. It has a little slice of tamago on the top." Yunho laughs.

"You're just like your mom. Inspiring and creative." Seora smiles.

"Then, I made a drawing of our picture."

"It's beautiful."

"And a threaded bracelet."

"Wow, you really got to work." Seora shows her wrist and holds it near her father's by the wheel. 

"She can match us now."

"That's right." Yunho pulls into the cemetery and drives toward the columbarium. He parks near the front doors, letting out a sigh when he shuts off the car. "Ready to go, ace?"

"I am." She nods with a soft smile. Yunho quickly hops out to help Seora out of the passenger seat, shutting her door for her when she climbs out with all her things. Yunho walks alongside of her as they enter the quiet, still building. Seora holds onto her father's arm as they walk down the hall, Yunho leading her through the familiar path towards Eunha.

"Here." He brings her in front of her niche, looking down to see her reaction. She slowly steps forward, her hand touching the glass.

"Mom." She says quietly.

"Go ahead." Yunho hands her the key to unlock the little glass door. She takes it, slowly sliding the key into the lock before twisting it open. 

"Brought you some stuff that I made." She says quietly. Yunho watches with a smile on his face as Seora continues to explain to her mom what each item is and why she brought it. Once the decorations are settled to her liking inside, she lets out a sigh and drops her head. He hears her sniffling, her hand coming up to wipe her tears away.

"Ace?" He comes from behind, hands on her shoulders.

"I just miss her." Is all she says before she turns to dig her head into her father's chest. 

"Oh, ace." Yunho holds her close, gently rubbing her back as she continues to quietly cry— tears a sign of all the pain and sadness she harbored over the years. "I'm so sorry, babygirl." He whispers against the top of her head before placing a small kiss to the surface.

The days and nights of longing for a mother's love, a mother's touch. 

Yearning and needing.

All coming to surface.

"Can we sit here for a bit and talk about mom?"

"Of course."

"I remember some things."

"You do?" Seora nods. She remembers a few core memories from when she was small; they're all bits and pieces, fragments of the past when she wished she had all the puzzle pieces together to see the bigger picture. But, she remembers. She remembers pieces of her mom and that's what matters to her, that's what she'll hold onto tightly.

She remembers when she finally stopped whining and crying during swim class— finding the courage to join the other toddlers in the water to learn how to float and get used to the feeling. She remembers her mom encouraging her with her sweet tone, telling her she believed in her. She remembers the kiss to her forehead, feeling it against her skin like it was just yesterday.

And Yunho listens.

He chimes in with a few other stories from when she was a baby, the two of them giggling and in good spirits while sitting around Eunha. The hour goes by so quickly, it feels like 5 minutes to the two.

⇢END

"That's so sweet."

"Yeah, we spent about a good hour there. Gonna make it our weekend thing besides our little dates and her games."

"Cute." You smile. "You should." The both of you are sipping water, popping in some gum post-meal. "I'm glad you two had that time together and will keep it a part of your schedule."

"Yeah." Yunho leans his head back against the headrest, eyeing you up and down as much as he possibly can from his seat. "Come here, baby." He says lowly, subtly licking his lips.

"Hm?" You hum, feeling the heat rise to your cheeks.

"C'mere." He gives you a look, adjusting his seat back to make room for you.

"Babe, people might see us!" You say, even though you're already preparing to take your seat on your man's lap. 

"And I do not give a fuck." He laughs. "They can have a free show." He watches as you climb over, straddling his lap. "Besides, you're already here. Did you really have strong opinions about it in the first place?" He looks up at you as you trace his jaw with your thumb. He takes your hand in his, kissing your fingers, your knuckles.

"Maybe, maybe not." 

"Mm, tease, aren't you?" He smirks, lips edging towards yours. He licks his lips, hands gripping at your hips to keep you close. "Hm, pretty girl?" He whispers just as his lips graze yours, followed by a light, feathery kiss. You finally dip forward to lock him into a kiss.

It's soft at first. Sweet. 

Yunho's lips against yours feel perfect. Like it was molded to fit yours, to console you, to keep you safe;

Like it was made to love you.

Your hands fall to his cheeks, thumb pads grazing the surface, his jaw. The kiss deepens quick, tongues moving together in a slow dance. Yunho grip on your hips tightens, egging you to move on him. 

And you do just that.

Slowly, eagerly. With intent, meaning.

"Yunho." You breathe out, trapping him into another kiss just as he bites onto your bottom lip and tugs it back. 

"Yeah, baby?" He whispers, hand coming up behind your neck; fingers threading through your hair to keep you close. 

"Wish we could be home right now."

"Say the word and I'll take you home." You giggle against his lips, pecking him once more.

"You've gotta pick up Seora later."

"I can stop by yours before I do." He leans forward to continue kissing you like there's no tomorrow. "I plan to tell Seora tonight, by the way." You pause, hands still cupping his cheeks.

"A-are you sure, love?"

"Why wouldn't I be?" He rubs at the sides of your thighs, but you sit back— titling your head as you look at him.

"Maybe we should wait a bit more? You just took her to the cemetery to see her mom, Yu. She might need time."

"She'll be okay. I just.. I wanna tell her sooner than later. Or else, I'll feel like it's never the right time and that's unfair to you."

"Well, she's the one who matters the most."

"I promise she'll be fine. You trust me, right?"

"I do. It's not that. I'm just not sure how she'll react." It's true, you don't know how she'll react and that's what you're afraid of. You're afraid she'll take it the wrong way, you're afraid she'll never look past it. You're afraid she'll never accept this.

And if she doesn't, then it'll be something you'll have to accept.

Seora will always come first and you will never do anything to challenge that. To break her beautiful relationship with her father, to ruin her comfort zone.

"Either way, it's going to be an adjustment, but we'll make this work."

"Together?"

"Always." His eyes fall to your lips before he dips in for another sweet, long kiss. You giggle after awhile, breaking the kiss to look at your phone.

"Fuck. Maybe we should head back." You flash your phone at him, seeing there's only about 10 minutes left of break." Yunho sighs, groaning a bit.

"Fine."

"Grump." You joke as you climb back into the passenger's seat.

"No seriously, can I pop in before I pick up Seora?"

"Yunho." You pinch his arm. "And be late to pick her up? Absolutely not."

"Ah— okay." He pouts as he starts up the car and begins to head back toward the hospital. "Are you working from home any day this week?"

"Maybe." You laugh, and he wiggles his eyebrows. You swear Yunho is such a dork, but you fall for him more and more every day. 

"There's my invite." 

"You're too much." He slides his free hand into yours, kissing the surface.

"Just love my time with you, that's all." He smiles softly. Yunho looks at you, and he just feels love. He feels lucky to have found someone again who understands him, takes him for him and is willing to love him and all that he comes with. 

He doesn't want to lose that.

Even though he knows it'll be tough, he doesn't want to lose that.

The ride back to work is quiet besides the tiny kisses shared before hopping out to get back to your offices. You've got a few hours left in your workday, and for Yunho, it's a little longer in comparison with all the tickets he's helping the team with. He's also got a check-in meeting to finalize the plans for the new unit before he can wrap up and call it a day.

All in a day's work.

"Hey." He hears a familiar voice as he straps in his backpack and throws his hat on before heading out for the afternoon.

"What's up?" Yunho looks at Seonghwa with a small smile. "You look beat."

"I am." 

"Didn't you see Yoori earlier?" Seonghwa walk alongside of his bestfriend as they head out to the staff garage.

"Yeah. That didn't go all that well."

"Well, how do you expect her to act?" Seonghwa shrugs.

"I don't know, but quite frankly, I'm getting kinda tired of it."

"What?" Yunho snorts. "You wanted the casual, lowkey thing."

"Yeah, but things were kinda changing. Now, we barely even do anything. We don't go out, we don't have fun. Nothing. It's usually a quick outing to eat or else we stay at each other's places."

"Isn't that the point of lowkey and casual?" Yunho looks at him. "What's making you second guess? Noeul and the whole club thing?"

"Maybe?" Yunho shakes his head.

"Figure it out first. Don't get Noeul wrapped up in this even more if you aren't sure."

"I feel bad, I brushed her off earlier."

"Exactly, Hwa. Don't do that. Not only cause she's Y/N's friend, but you don't string someone along because you want a fun backup." Hwa sighs.

"It's not even just that."

"Then?" Yunho unlocks his car and tosses his backpack in the trunk.

"I don't know."

"Figure it out, my guy. Wouldn't hurt to get expedited shipping on that either. Someone's gonna end up real hurt if you aren't honest about what you want and need right now." Hwa sighs. "Can never be simple with you, can it?"

"Anyway. Did you see Y/N earlier?"

"Mhm. Of course." Yunho chuckles.

"Are you still planning to tell ace tonight about you two?"

"I think so, yeah. I kinda just wanna rip the bandaid off."

"Goodluck. I'm sure she'll be fine eventually. But, let me know how it goes."

"Deflecting." Yunho teases making Seonghwa roll his eyes as he starts to back away towards the direction of his car.

"Fuck off, alright? Tell ace I said hi." Yunho chuckles before sliding into his car and heading out to pick up his daughter and his tiny-but-not-so-tiny bestfriend. He parks in the school's lot, walking over to the gym to catch the tail end of practice. He watches as they run their last play of the evening, running a few minutes over time. Coach calls it, yelling out the play until the girls run it all the way through in perfection. Yunho nods, loving these moments when he can see his baby girl in action. He greets a few of other parents before watching Seora drag herself to the locker room to grab her things and head home. "Hey ace." Yunho says when he sees Seora dragging her huge duffle bag along. He laughs and takes it from her, slinging the strap over his shoulder. "How was practice?"

"God, awful. We ran so many of the plays just to get a feel for it for the next playoff game."

"That's good."

"Not good. My legs are beat." She looks up at him as she sips her water bottle. "What's dinner?"

"Was thinking we could just do kimchi-jjigae."

"Mm. Yum!" She says, throwing her backpack in the trunk once it's popped open. "Sounds good right about now."

"Yeah, doesn't it?" When the trek home begins, Seora starts to tell her father about her day and how much of a good day she had. None of her friends were out sick, and they got to watch movies in a couple of her classes. The more he hears her talk about her day, the more he feels the guilt building in the pit of his stomach.

Because he would be the reason that would change.

The reason why her day would ended on such a dramatic, life-changing note.

But, he keeps himself strong— keeps his decision firm because he knows he just has to do it. He looks at her and cherishes her smile and her laugh, hoping he could still see those same bright features once he lays it all out for her. For the future.

He hopes he doesn't lose his baby girl.

When they get home, they greet your parents through the kitchen window and more guilt settled into the pit of his stomach realizing that would be the next step.

You, handling your parents. Hoping they'd support you in this relationship.

Yunho kicks off his shoes and Seora races to the bathroom to shower and get comfy. He decides to get the kimchi-jjigae and rice going before washing up for the night and getting into some pajamas. By the time everything's finished, Seora is already sitting at the table watching her show while Yunho brings over the hot pot of kimchi-jjigae to the center of the table. He grabs their bowls to put some rice inside before setting them down next to the pot They say their grace before digging in, Yunho indulging in the show she has on. She explains the current plot, keeping her father up to date on all the drama that's happened so far. They talk about other shows and upcoming movies in between, Seora basically planning one of their dates as another movie date.

This time, at a different theater. One that has different themes in each theater room, and it switches out almost every month. 

Yunho just agrees, wanting to take Seora anywhere just so she could be happy and they can spend time together outside of the house. When dinner is done, Yunho and Seora clean up the dishes and close out the kitchen, but Seora finds it a good time to dig for some dessert to balance out the savory meal they've had.

Yunho also finds it a good time to just cut to the chase.

Let her know what's been going on.

"Ace."

"Hm?" She digs through the fridge.

"Can I talk to you for a sec?"

"If it's about me being head deep into the fridge to find dessert, I'm sorry dad, but I have no regrets." Yunho chuckles.

"No. Listen to me." She shuts the fridge emptyhanded.

"We need more desserts."

"Noted." Seora senses the shift in his tone. The dip.

"What is it, daddy?"

"I've... been seeing someone for awhile now."

"Like friends? I see my friends all the time?"

"No, dating. As in a relationship."

"Dating? Relationship?"

"Yeah." Yunho swallows the lump in his throat when he sees the smile on her face die and turn into a frown. Here it goes.

"Dating?" She repeats in utter disbelief. "So, what was the weekend all about?"

"What does the weekend have to do with what I'm telling you, baby girl?"

"Mom? Visiting her?" She scoffs. "Do you even remember Mom like that, or are you just replacing her with someone because it doesn't even matter anymore? Replacing her with someone who knows where the freaking juice is in the fridge—"

"Seora." Yunho furrows his brows. "Hey, stop that. You do not say that to me. I never said she was replacing your mom. I could never. I just wanted to tell you when the time felt right—" He falters. She stares back at him— expression unreadable at first, then her eyes flicker. "It isn't about forgetting her at all."

"It's about you. It's all about you!" Her tone raises. "You moved on. You moved on and didn't think I'd notice. You're clearly forgetting about her and moving on. You literally don't even care—"

"Seora, that's enough!" She scoffs again, rolling her eyes as she turns to head towards her room. "I thought you'd respond better than that."

"What do you expect me to say, dad? Congrats?!" She pauses and shakes her head. "Whatever. Have fun playing house with your new girlfriend."

"Seora!" She slams the door to her room, leaving Yunho dumbfounded in the living room. His jaw ticks, and he's not sure how to navigate this. Seora has never been this mad at Yunho and vice versa; sure, he's had to calmly discipline her before and correct mistakes, but they've never had this big of an argument.

Whenever they'd disagree, he knew it could easily be salvaged. They'd talk about it, Yunho would fix things patiently. They'd get back to the way they were. Seora would take her lessons to heart and wouldn't make the same mistake again because she'd never wanna disappoint her father, the most important man in her life. Her bestfriend.

Now, it doesn't feel so easily salvageable. Yunho has never seen her so mad. He's never felt this much anger and disappointment. He's not sure how long it'll take to blow over, or how they'd even move past this.

All he can do is sigh, running his hand through his hair before he mutters a short 'fuck' to himself. He cleans the living room and shuts off the lights for the night, sadly heading to bed when Seora doesn't come out for the rest of the evening. No goodnight's, no 'I love you's,' no hugs. And Yunho knows he shouldn't let them go to bed like this, but he knows she needs time. He needs time. He doesn't wanna make this worse, and he doesn't wanna do anything to hurt her more.

But, he expected this. He should've known. So, why doesn't he feel prepared at all? 

Where does he go from here?

"Hey babe." Yunho feels himself relax a bit as he settles into his sheets, letting out a small sigh. "You okay?"

"I don't know. Definitely did not go as planned." You feel your heart beating against your chest, anxiety slightly rising. Of course it didn't go well. You also expected it, so why don't you feel prepared at all? 

What a silly question to ask, Y/N.

"I'm sorry." You respond softly. "Maybe she really just needed time, Yu."

"I guess. Maybe it is my fault." He says defeatedly. "I don't think any other time would've been the right time, and I think she would've reacted this way regardless." He sighs. "But, part of me really hoped she'd be open to it. I don't know what to say to her, I don't know what to do. We've never been in an argument like this."

"Don't push her any further on this, okay? Let it settle and talk about it with her when things feel better."

"Yeah."

"We'll get through this, remember?"

"Mmyeah." He tries to be positive, but it's already killing him how upset Seora is. The silence on the phone is telling, and the silence is enough to scare you. It only makes you fear telling your mom even more, knowing she won't be supportive of it either.

You've talked about the possibilities, so why don't the both of you feel prepared?

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Love You Through It (Pete "Maverick" Mitchell x Reader)

[Part Three of the Agents of Chaos series]

Maverick went and changed his mind after he nearly lost you for good, but a new and devastating loss has sent him spiraling.

Warnings: Probably incorrect medical procedures, but I'm not a nurse or a doctor so idk. Canon character death, feelings of loss & an extremely sad Maverick.

This is sort of a soft filler chapter before the angst.

I'll be back soon. Don't miss me too much.

Love,

Mav

You kept the note folded in the palm of your hand, your fingers gently closed over it. A nurse had come in to check on you and brought a little plastic cup and water to keep your flower in. Now it was on your little tray table, and you couldn't stop looking at it and thinking of Maverick, holding you close to his chest while you slept. You can't really recall a time when you've slept better.

Most of you was completely ready for this. He'd opened up to you, told you how he felt, and said that he wanted to make this work between you. That should have been the end of it. So why did you feel like the other shoe was going to drop, like everything would end before it really began?

A knock on your door broke you out of your quickly spiraling thoughts, and you looked up to see Agent hanging out in the doorway of your room. He was smiling, holding flowers, and a little balloon with "Get Well Soon" written on it in fancy script. "Hey. I figured you could use a little company."

You sit up immediately, wincing as the movement pulls at your stitches. The doctor had said your wound wasn't too bad and that the stitches could probably come out in another three days or so. You had insisted on being released so you could be with your team during the mission, and he'd let you know that you could be released the next morning. "Yeah, that'd be great."

He steps further into your room, setting the flowers down on your side table and letting the balloon rest against the ceiling. "How are you feeling, Chaos?" He settled into the chair by your bedside, his hands folded in his lap while his deep brown eyes studied you with worry. "You look like you've been through the ringer."

"Gee, thanks." You answered dryly, getting a smirk from him. "I'm okay. Just a little sore, but apparently I'm healing up fine. I'll be out of here by tomorrow. I can rejoin you guys for the last few days before the mission." You pause then, looking him over. You can see a cut on his lower lip and a bruise on his cheek. "How about you, honey? Are you okay?"

"Leave it to you to worry about me while being laid up in a hospital bed." He leans against your bed, his chin resting in one of his hands. "I'm fine. A little traumatized, but no major wounds. Just a little shaken up. Our plane is obviously disintergrated, so I've been grounded for awhile. Not that I want to fly anyway, not without you."

Your heart melted a little at that. Josh has been your best friend since your time at the Naval Academy, and he's been your WSO practically your entire career. There was an unbreakable bond between you. "I'm sorry, J. If I had just seen the birds quicker, we wouldn't be in this mess." Of course you blamed yourself; you were the pilot. He put your life in his hands each time you went up, and this time, something horrible had happened.

"Oh, shut it." He swatted at your hand, grabbing it and squeezing it soothingly. "Don't you dare blame yourself for this, okay? It was just a freak accident; it happens. It's not like you went out of your way to hit them." Well, he had a point. "Besides, you gave me a few days of bed rest and a break from the tension between Mav and Rooster."

You smiled, but didn't say much to that. You still didn't know the reason behind the tension between them. You weren't sure if Maverick would talk to you about it if you were to ask. "Yeah. You know he's been here every night since the accident? I slept on his chest last night."

You watched as Agent's jaw dropped. "He's been here every night? Baby girl, I knew he felt something for you. Are you going  to...?"You didn't get to hear the end of that sentence.

Suddenly, you got a flash of Maverick's emotions. It hit you so fast that you nearly doubled over, and you were only faintly aware of Josh asking you what was happening. The pain your soulmate was currently feeling was overwhelming, and you could feel a deep sense of loss. Something bad had happened, and you scrambled to grab your cell phone off the bedside table.

After calling him three times, he finally answered. "Hey."

"Mav? Baby, are you alright?" His breathing was uneven, and it sounded like he was on the edge of a panic attack. "Baby, talk to me. What's going on? Is someone on the team hurt? I felt what you were feeling, and-"

"Ice is gone." He finally got the words out, and it sounded like he almost couldn't believe what he was saying. "He was sick for a long time; no one else knew. He went to take a nap, and Sarah found him. He was... he was already gone."

You knew that Admiral Kazansky had been a close friend of Maverick's since they first met in Top Gun back in 1986. You'd never had the pleasure of meeting the man yourself, but you'd heard through the grapevine that he was a good man. No-nonsense, sure, but also kind and fair. His loss would be felt far and wide by those who knew him. "I'll be right there."

Several hours later, you were marching out of the hospital with Agent tailing you. He'd tried to get you to stay put, but you had checked yourself out of the hospital with the promise that you would come back for a checkup. Right now, your only concern was getting to wherever Maverick was.

"You're the most stubborn little thing on God's green earth, you know that? Lord, help Maverick." He was grumbling, but he opened the door for you anyway and ushered you into his passenger-side seat. "I'll drive you to his place."

You were anxious the entire way back to base housing, and you practically launched yourself out of the truck when it came to a stop in Maverick's driveway. "Thanks! Love you!" You shouted over your shoulder to your best friend, but you kept heading to the door.

It swung open before you could knock, and you slipped inside.

He'd been waiting up for you. Or he couldn't sleep—probably a little of both. His face was red, tears staining his handsome face. His soft, dark hair was a complete mess, like he'd just spent hours running his hands through it. He was a mess, and understandably so. There was nothing you could do to fix this pain, but you could do your best to comfort him as best you knew how.

"Have you eaten?" His eyes were unfocused, but you knew he'd heard and understood you when he shook his head in the negative. "Okay. I know you may not feel like eating, but I'm going to make dinner. After that, I'm thinking a shower and bed."

He doesn't say much; he just lets you guide him around his house. He sits at the dining room table, watching you move around his kitchen as you use the ingredients you have to make him something to eat. He should be beyond thrilled that you're here, making him food, but the truth was, he couldn't feel much of anything right now.

You decided on making pasta with red sauce; it was the best comfort food you could think of. While the noodles boiled away on the stove, you walked over to the table and took the chair next to Maverick. His gaze is unfocused again, and you can't help but wonder what's going on inside his head. "Hey, Mav?"

The touch of your hand on his shoulder makes him tense up for a moment; it's like he didn't realize it was you at first. Slowly, he relaxes again and turns his head so he can see your face. "Hm?"

You brush your fingers gently through his hair, pushing soft strands of it back off of his forehead. "I'm sorry. I know he was one of your best friends. I wish more than anything that you didn't have to feel like this." Your touch seems to help a little, he's leaning into it. "And I know it's hard, but we'll get you through this."

He doesn't say anything for a minute. Just lets you touch him, play with his hair and talk to him. "I'm glad you're here," He finally says aloud, "Yeah, he was. One of my best friends, I mean. He was there for me, throughout the years, after I lost Goose."

You knew the story, about how Bradley's father was Maverick's backseater and best friend, and how he'd died after a catastrophic engine failure and a problem with the canopy not releasing quick enough. The memory of Hangman telling the team that story while Bradley was in the room still haunted you. You knew that memory still haunted Maverick, and you knew he still blamed himself.

"I wish you could have met Ice." He continues, reaching out one shaking hand to take yours. His thick fingers threaded through yours. "He'd have loved you. You're a lot like I was back when I was in my twenties." You were choosing to take that as a compliment. "We had our differences, me and Ice, but we got close after we graduated Top Gun."

You listened as he told his story. He told you about how Ice supported him throughout the years, being his rock through all the hardships and his dearest friend during the good times. He was a little more animated now, talking about Ice's children and how they all referred to him as 'uncle Mav' and how he had been one of the groomsmen at Ice's wedding.

"I'm really gonna miss him." He whispers, his voice cracking slightly. He doesn’t push you away when his eyes start to fill with tears, but it’s a very near thing. He’s not used to someone being around like this—someone who wants to hold him and comfort him when he’s hurting. He can’t remember a time where he’s ever felt quite so... cared for. Loved. For a kid who grew up without his dad and a mom who wasted away until she left him, too, this was everything. You were everything.

He watched as you leaned in, pressing your lips to his temple in the sweetest little kiss. “I know, Mav,” you murmured against his feverish skin. “And you will, for a long time. But each day will get easier, and this burden will get a little easier to bear. Until then, just let me help you carry it, okay? This is what I’m here for. The good and the bad, yeah?”

He is the one to hold you now. It was almost unfair how physically strong he was, because the next thing you knew, he was tugging you into his lap and pressing you against his chest. Now he was holding onto you like you were his lifeline, burying his face into the crook of your neck. You let him hold you for a few minutes before you had to kiss the top of his head and pull away to go finish dinner.

He makes a disappointed sound, but he lets you go. You can feel his eyes on you as you move around his kitchen, and it makes a pleasant shiver roll down your spine. You're here with him, making him dinner and offering your comfort in a way only a partner can, and you couldn't help but feel like this was always where you were meant to be.

After dinner, he helps you clean up. He rinses the dishes while you stack them in the dishwasher. Neither of you say much, but the little brushes of his hands against yours make your stomach flutter.

When the dishes are done, you take one of his hands in your own and lead him down the hall. "Alright. Now that your belly is full, time for a nice hot shower, and then it's bedtime." You tell him, shooing him off toward his bathroom.

"Wait." Before you can escape, his hand has snagged your wrist and he's tugging you back into him. "Maybe you can sit with me while I shower? You don't have to look or anything; I just don't want to be alone with my thoughts right now." His face is unreadable, but his eyes... he can't hide what he's feeling.

"Okay." You agree, your hands resting lightly on his chest. "Whatever you need. Go on in and strip, then let me know when you're in the shower. I'll come and sit with you." The relief in his eyes is instant, and you wink at him as he pulls away.

A few moments after he entered the bathroom, he called out to you, and you let yourself in.

"Thanks for doing this." He tells you, and you settle on the floor by the door. "I really appreciate you being here."

You half wonder if you should shower, too. Your hair had to be a mess, and you felt gross from sitting in a hospital bed for several days and nights. "Of course, Mav. I know you'd do the same for me if the situation was reversed. I really care about you."

There's a split second of silence before he pops his head out of the curtain. His dark hair is plastered to his forehead, and water drips from the curve of his nose. His chest is wet, and your mouth is dry. "I care about you, too." His gaze is as intense as it usually is, and you can't help the way you squirm.

"I know you do, Mav." You drop your eyes from that patch of wet skin, knowing that you're probably flushed from staring at him. "I think that's pretty evident, since you spent three nights by my side in the hospital."

"Speaking of..." He trails off for a minute, and then he sighs. "Get in."

"What?"

"In the shower, sweetheart." He gestures with a quick movement of his head. "It's been a few days since you've showered; I'm sure you're uncomfortable. There's plenty of room for the both of us. And I won't look, if that's what you're worried about."

You know you're safe with him; you're not worried about that. You are a little worried about yourself trying to catch a peek at him, but you make a decision to nod and stand up from your place on the bathroom floor.

Stripping out of the t-shirt and sweat shorts that Agent had brought to the hospital for you, you fold them neatly and set them on the counter. Then you take a deep breath and step inside the shower.

His smile is sweet and boyish, and, true to his word, his eyes stay on your face. He's in your space, and his hands touch your arms. For a moment, nothing exists but you and Maverick, together, warm and safe. "Here," You murmur after a moment, snagging a shampoo bottle from the ledge behind him. "Turn around."

He obliges, turning around in the spray, and you can't help it when your eyes scan over him. He's got a cute butt, and his shoulders and the dip of his spine makes your mouth water. Your hands are soft when they run through his dark hair, working your fingers in circles to lather up the soap.

The pleased groan he makes has your stomach swooping, and you grin. "You're like a cat, Mav. Just need food and a little love, huh?" You murmur, leaning forward to press a kiss to one shoulder. You catch the way he shivers at your touch.

"Seems like it." He answers, and he hasn't moved an inch since your hands settled in his hair. He's just in the moment, letting your touch chase away the feeling of grief, even for just a moment. "What did I ever do to deserve you?"

That makes you smile, and when the water has washed away the last of the shampoo, he turns around and smiles down at you. Your fingers ghost over his jaw, and your eyes flicker from his down to his lips and back again. "I think all you really had to do was be yourself, Mav. That's all."

His gaze softens, and he leans in. Your breath catches in your throat, but you don't move as the space between you becomes nonexistent.

His lips are surprisingly soft. It's a stark contrast to his work worn hands, the ones currently cupping your face with such care that it makes your stomach once again erupt into butterflies. He keeps it light, soft, warm... like he doesn't want to push too far, take too much, and risk scaring you away.

The groan he makes when your teeth nip his lower lip makes the waiting worth while. And the way he licks into your mouth when you open up for him makes your knees so weak that you have to slip your arms around his neck to keep from falling.

He presses you against him, careful not to brush against your stitches. He lets it continue for a moment before he pulls his lips away from you. "As much as I'd like to continue this, one of us is physically injured, and the other is not all mentally there."

"I know, Mav. Just kisses are good enough for me." You brush a lock of wet hair off of his forehead and smile. "Now, help me wash my hair?"

Half an hour later, you're both clean and curled up in Maverick's bed. You're wearing one of his old Top Gun t-shirts and a clean pair of boxers, and he's wearing just a pair of sweatpants. He looks so good, and you marvel at the fact that this man is all yours.

Moving onto your side, you prop your head up in a hand and just watch him. He's staring at the ceiling, his eyes far away, but they refocus when he sees you move. "Hm?"

"Nothing." Your free hand comes to rest on his chest, fingertips brushing over the skin and soft hair you find there. "Just admiring, that's all. You're very handsome."

His larger hand settles over yours, and his blue eyes flicker over your face. At last, his beautiful smile over takes his face. "Oh yeah?" There's that mischievious personality you've come to know and love.

"Yeah." You lean in, dropping a kiss on his forehead. "I got lucky in the soulmate area, you're kinda hot, Mav."

"And you're beautiful." He answers, turning his head so he can get his lips on yours again. He tastes like his mint toothpaste, and he smells like him, all of it plus the warmth of his skin makes your head spin. Despite your best efforts, and his, you were in love with Pete Mitchell.

When he lets you go, you curl up with your head on his chest, just as you had last night. It's almost instinctual, seeking out his warmth. "Goodnight, Pete."

"Goodnight, sweetheart."

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BFF's Dad (Vergil x Reader)

It was a typical sunny day in Red Grave City, and you were hanging out with your best friend, Nero. You two had been inseparable ever since you met during a demon hunting mission a few years ago. Nero had become like a brother to you, always there to support and protect you. Little did you know that these innocent feelings would soon be tested.

As days turned into weeks, you began to notice a change in Nero's behavior. He seemed distant at times, lost in thought. One day, as you both sat on the rooftop of Devil May Cry, overlooking the city, Nero finally broke the silence.

"Y/N, there's something I need to tell you," he said, his voice tinged with uncertainty.

You turned to face him, curiosity piqued. "What's on your mind, Nero?"

He took a deep breath, his blue eyes searching yours. "I... I think I'm falling for you, Y/N."

Your heart skipped a beat, and a mix of surprise and confusion washed over you. "Nero, I... I didn't expect this."

Nero's shoulders slumped slightly, his voice laced with disappointment. "I'm sorry if it's too sudden. I just couldn't keep these feelings to myself any longer."

Before you could respond, a familiar voice interrupted the moment. "What's going on here?"

Both you and Nero turned to see Vergil standing at the rooftop entrance, his piercing gaze fixed on the scene before him. Panic rushed through you, realizing the situation you found yourselves in.

"Vergil!" you exclaimed, trying to regain your composure. "This isn't what it looks like."

Vergil's expression remained stoic, but his eyes betrayed a flicker of concern. "Explain, both of you."

Taking a deep breath, you began to recount the truth. You revealed your secret relationship with Vergil, how you had met during a mission, and the challenges of maintaining your connection while keeping it hidden from others.

Nero listened in silence, a mix of shock and hurt etched across his face. As you finished speaking, you could feel the weight of the revelation settling upon all of you.

Time seemed to stretch as silence enveloped the rooftop. Finally, Vergil spoke, his voice calm yet filled with regret. "Nero, I understand your feelings, but Y/N and I have been in a relationship for a while now. I apologize for not revealing it sooner."

Nero's fists clenched as he struggled to process the information. "Why didn't you tell me? We're like family, Y/N. And not to mention you’re…younger than me!"

Tears welled up in your eyes as you reached out to Nero, your voice trembling with sincerity. "I never wanted to hurt you, Nero. I hope you can understand why we kept it a secret. Our love was born out of circumstances, and we didn't want it to affect our friendship or cause any complications."

Nero's anger softened as he saw the tears in your eyes. He sighed, his expression a mix of resignation and acceptance. "I guess I can't blame you. But it still hurts, and feels very weird you know."

Vergil stepped forward, his gaze fixed on Nero. "You will always be my son, Nero. Our bond is unbreakable, regardless of any romantic entanglements. I hope you can find it in your heart to forgive us." Nero shot his father a disgusted hurt look and stormed off.

Months passed, and the wounds began to heal. Nero, Y/N, and Vergil slowly rebuilt their friendship, acknowledging the complexities of their intertwined relationships. Nero eventually found solace in a blossoming connection with someone new, realizing that love could come from unexpected places.

As for you and Vergil, you continued to navigate the challenges of your secret relationship. Each stolen moment together became more precious, and the love between you grew stronger.

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Spirk

TOS/SNW

don't you know me - Still being updated.

One morning, Admiral Kirk's unbreakable bond with his husband is suddenly severed. The cause? A temporal anomaly that has turned the 55-year-old Spock into his 31-year-old self. Now, they find themselves on an uncharted path, facing an uncertain future where their shared journey hangs in the balance, teetering between continuity and divergence.

Mature (for talk about sex, but sex is kept in oneshots). Chaptered and incomplete.

we ran aground - Completed.

Set when Kirk is the XO of the Farragut and Spock is the science officer on the Enterprise. Both ships are in dry dock for repairs, and Spock runs into Kirk at a bar. He walks him home. Things progress. There's chess. And sex.

Explicit. More porn. Can also do the standalone thing, but falls in Don't You Know Me universe.

take me how you want me - Completed.

Kirk and Spock are on Vulcan for their wedding. Spock can't seem to find his center. Jim helps. With his body.

Explicit coz porn. Can be read as a standalone but is backstory from don't you know me.

Sarek x Amanda

TOS/SNW/DISCO/AOS

we can blame it on human nature - Paused

Yet another Amanda and Sarek origin story.

When four-year-old Sybok arrives on Earth to live with his father, Amanda Grayson's life takes an unexpected turn. She can't resist falling for the charm of this endearing child, but things get even more intriguing when she meets the tall, dark, and utterly captivating Sarek.

As Amanda and Sarek navigate the complexities of their newfound connection, they discover a magnetic pull between them that defies all logic. Together, they must chart a course through the chasm of their differences, all while exploring the depths of the emotions that bind them.

Teen, and it'll stay there. This is a sweet story with a dash of heat.

beyond logic - On Pause

The blurb is wrong because it's going to be redone. But Sarek x Amanda and dark and steamy.

So, so much Explicit.

Captain Shaw

burn the whole house down - On Pause

Captain Liam Shaw is a shitshow held together by the terrors of his past. This is a story of him finding something else to live for.

Mature for language, but'll probably go up to explicit because my Shaw is sex!driven. Whatcha gonna do?

Spock x Chapel

tangled memories - Completed

When nightmares haunt Christine, Spock becomes her anchor.

Teen, with some implied sex but no actual sex.

Deep Space Nine

forever and more - Completed.

Julian and Miles have bad habits. Julian keeps saying he'll stop. Garak is there to pick up the pieces.

Mature for sex, but not porn.

Father Brown

you used to be my favorite memory - On Pause

Sidney Carter and Inspector Sullivan knew one another in London years before Sullivan showed up in Kembleford. Sullivan's astonished to run into Sid again in this tiny, out of the way town. Sid can't believe Sullivan is getting on his case after the way things went down. They try to figure out where each of them fits into this new arrangement, especially when they can't seem to keep of out each others way.

Teen, but may bump up to M as I move forward.

pinch me - Completed

Sid and the Inspector regularly heat up the caravan. In the aftermath on this afternoon, their conversation drifts to how things started and where they are

M for implied sex, fondling.

[malewifegustave]

1, 4, 11, 12 for Din and 4, 8, 13, 20 for Val uwu

Din:

What kind of person is your OC in a crisis? Are they calm and collected? Do they panic? Or are they chronically the cause?

Din is ABSOLUTELY chronically the cause most of the time. Chaos creachure. But when they're actually put in the position of, yknow, leading the gang and all and things go to shit, they just kinda. Default to Clown Shoes-ing their way through it and feigning being calm (which everyone can see right through btw).

Does your OC have a failed friendship or relationship they still think about? What happened? Is it an unresolved regret or is there a chance for reconciliation?

Honestly? Viper/Ashur. It's wholly one sided, since Ashur obviously doesn't hold a grudge over them not being there to save Minrathous, but they feel like they failed him utterly. They looked up to him as a leader and also just as a person, he always seemed to have his shit together. But when he actually needed them, they weren't there. And he then got blighted and worked himself to near deat- which yes he'd work that hard anyways, but maybe it wouldn't be killing him if he weren't blighted. Since he's still alive and kicking post-ending, Din would have convinced him to take the Joining. He doesn't have to even be a warden! Just! Don't die! Please! They can't have another life lost because of them!

And then after that? Davrin. He's the love of their life and they just.... sent him to his death. Granted in my canon they found him and Assan in the blight soup, very injured and close to death, but alive. He will never fully recover now, though, or be able to do what he used to. Assan won't be the same, either. Davrin and Assan ofc don't blame them, but they do. Every day. They have a lot of guilt. I don't think they'll ever be able to reckon with this particular guilt.

What does your OC believe in? God(s)? Monsters? Love? The power of unbreakable bonds of friendship to overcome any obstacle? The ability of money to open any door? Or are they indifferent?

The power of friendship. And also griffons. Though they were actually raised Tevinter Andrastian, they weren't that into the belief. They believed just as much as the every day christianised 'agnostic' does. After Nelly (YOUR BLORBO), their younger brother, went to find a local Dalish clan, they did become curious in elven faith as well. Following all the events of the actual game, the only 'god' or godlike being they have actual faith in is Mythal. In the end she still loved her people, and she's also the only one that's like. Real. Lol.

Is your OC cynical or optimistic? Who or what shaped their outlook on life?

"EVERYTHING WILL BE FINEEEEEEEE" <<< trying to convince themself. They're a pessimist that wants to be an optimist. Growing up as an elf that got abandoned in fucking TEVINTER really does a number on you! But they're the older sibling, so they have to put on a brave face and all. Can't let Nelly know how much life actually fucking sucks.

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Val:

Does your OC have a failed friendship or relationship they still think about? What happened? Is it an unresolved regret or is there a chance for reconciliation?

THIS ONE FOR VAL, TOO? You sicko. And yes. Taash. Since he made the call that got Harding killed. Of course Taash doesn't really fully blame him, Harding chose to take her shot herself after all. But he still was the one that put her on that team! He was the one that put her in that position! Maybe if it had been someone else, Harding would still be alive! They'll need time, but I think they'll both find reconciliation with each other. Val just needs to actually be an adult and talk to Taash. But they're both as bad as each other, and don't do talking about feelings too well.

What was your OC's most embarrassing moment? Does it still bother them or are they able to shrug it off?

How he got his lip scar- he had a habit of sneaking out as a teen. Viago found out and decided to wait outside his bedroom window to catch him. When Val started to exit the window, he said "And where are YOU going?" and scared Val SO badly that he slipped, fell off the roof, and into the rose bush below. He tore his lip open on a large rose thorn. He never snuck out after that! Ofc Viago made fun of him for it for days- but secretly worried and would mother hen over him to make sure it healed right.

How important are romantic relationships to your OC? Do they prefer casual sex, short flings, or long term relationships? Do they want to get married or are they content with what they have? Or do they have no interest in romance whatsoever?

Val pretends he's a slut, but he's not. He's had like, maybe 2 relationships in his entire life. They ended because he is a neeeeeeeeedy mess and also a bit of a bitch that expects to be doted on and wooed. He really just wants someone who will devote themself to him, and desperately wants to be happily married with like 5 kids. He will NOT admit this, however! He will continue to lie and pretend that he is a slut while also craving for someone to sweep him off his feet!

Has your OC ever done something terrible and lied about it? Did they run away or blame someone else for it? How long did they maintain the lie and did the truth ever come out?

Yes. One of his earliest contracts was to find the murderer of a merchant prince's son, and then murder THEM. It turned out that the man had been killed by his own wife, who did it to escape him because he was an abusive piece of shit. Val had had it drummed into him that a Crow does not abandon a contract, so he couldn't just go back to Viago and say 'I didn't do it'. But he also couldn't just… kill her. They ended up arranging it to look like she had seen him and bolted, and when he chased after her to finish the job, she fell into the sea after he stabbed her. He didn't stab her lethally, however, and she was able to swim to safety. He doesn't know what actually happened to her in the end, but as far as the Crows are aware, he fulfilled the contract. And no he will take this to his grave, he can't disappoint Viago like that, and since then he's hardened his morals somewhat and doesn't really try to question the contract at all. He just does his job.

[darling-to-death]

You need not apologize for your Incest Cannibal Aneurysm imo, you can do whatever you want forever and also it made me happy to see posts about it without having to go into the tags lol ~Lilac/degrees-of-fuck

Thank you for permission to do whatever I want to do forever! I will do just that! <3

In all seriousness, I LOVE this game. The ONLY bad thing about it is that it's early access and therefore not complete, so I can't speedrun the damn thing. That and it'd be nice to have a gallery with all the CGs we've unlocked.

Sorry to out myself as a sick freak, if the DOL PC didn't reveal that already, but I love incest as a trope in horror (and other generes.... ;;;;). Because BOTH Andy and Leyley are horrible people, just in different ways, and they're so toxically codependent on each other.

No matter how much Andy protests, and as bitchy as she sounds when she brings it up, Andy DID choose to lock that girl in the box. Andy is the elder sibling, and as we find out in chapter 2, basically tasked with raising Leyley. He should have more power in their dynamic, and he mentions again and again that no matter how much he listens to her, she'll always throw a tantrum later on. Because he's basically taught her that if she does throw a tantrum, she'll get her way. I'm sure there might have been something wrong with her even as an infant. Some people just have brain chemistry that makes them difficult, but Andy absolutely contributed to the monster his sister became by giving her such power over him. He can blame it on her being annoying, but at the end of the day he is the one making the choice to listen to that annoyance.

And he was SUPER hesitant to try and make Ashely be more independent when his girlfriend brought it up. He doesn't want her to be independent anymore than she wants to be independent. As sick as it is, they both NEED each other.

That's what makes the incest dynamic so interesting. They share an unbreakable bond. No matter what, no matter how much they hate each other, no matter how much they love each other, they will ALWAYS be family. It's the appeal of never being able to be abandoned, of always having a connection to someone, of never being truly and completely alone.

I also think it's about understanding. They're both so incredibly fucked up, and the only person who could possibly understand them is the person who went through the same fucked up shit that made them into what they are today. People don't understand trauma they haven't experienced. There is just a fundamental disconnect between what people experience and what can be explained to someone else. It's the mortifying ordeal of being known, but it's not mortifying with them, because you know them too. You know each other, and no one could know you like they could and vice versa.

It's also about the cruelty of fate. The one person who can understand you, the one person who'll never abandon you, is the one person you can't entirely have. What makes your bond unbreakable is what makes the fruit just out of reach. It's having 90% of a person and NEVER being able to that that 10%. What makes them perfect for you is what makes them impossible for you.

The Coffin of Andy and Leyley is just such a fascinating game into the psychology of these two really fucked up, unfortunate characters. Life was so cruel to them. They had to seek comfort in each other, but hurt people hurt people, and they're locked in this constant cycle of being each other's only good thing in life and not having the mental/emotional maturity to actually fix anything that's wrong with them. They can't help each other, only soothe. But there's love there. There's so much love, and it's sad that love can't be healthy or accepted or even in some ways good for either of them! But there's love... It's important that there's love.

Thank you @degrees-of-fuck for letting me talk about the incest cannibal game!! <3 <3 <3

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Hunter feels his sensor - little brother in danger - activated

Hello, my dear @importantnightwerewolf! 👋😊

Thanks for the request!

This takes place shortly after Eclipse Lake.

A little warning here: It's going to be kinda dark. Someone tries to sexually assault Colli. It's written pretty tame, but still. The man meets his demise, by the way.

Drabble: My Big Brother Sense Is Tingling

It was a quiet day on the Boiling Isles. Even though, it definitely wasn't meant to stay quiet. A certain blonde boy with magenta eyes had a bad feeling as he was wandering through the Castle. His big brother sense was tingling! Colli was in distress!

"Hunter, what's the matter? What are you thinking about?" Belos asked as he noticed the young Golden Guard's concerned expression. "I'm going on a patrol, Uncle! I'm sure there are some wild witches out there!" Hunter lied.

"Ok, nephew. But... don't forget your most important mission." Hunter knew very well what the Emporer was talking about. 'I am definitely NOT going to capture Colli! My little brother hasn't done anything wrong! He is innocent!' Hunter thought.

"Yes, Uncle Belos." Hunter said as he left the Castle. 《Are you okay?》 Flapjack was as concerned as he was curious. "My big brother sense is tingling, Flap! Something is wrong! I'm sure that Colli needs my help!" Hunter responded.

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"No! Please, let me go!" Hunter couldn't believe his ears as he heard Colli's voice. The small starboy with otherwordly fluffy lavender hair and a heart of gold indeed was in danger! A very big and brutish man tried to sexually assault him! "You are an eternal child. And you're such a pretty little boy!" The man grinned as he was about to undress Colli, who was frozen in fear.

Colli couldn't surpress his tears as the man put his large hand onto his boyhood. Hunter was seeing red! "TAKE YOUR DIRTY HANDS OFF HIM, YOU FILTHY SCUMBAG!" Hunter teleported in front of the disgusting man and knocked him out with a single punch. His unbreakable bond and unconditional brotherly love between Colli and him gave him the strength.

Hunter tied up the unconcious guy. He even had a bounty! This man was interested in little children, especially little boys! Colli, who was an eternal little boy, was unfortunately his perfect target. Colli threw himself into Hunter's arms.

"Shhh, shhh. I'm here, Colli. You are safe now! I promise to never let something like this happen ever again, my beautiful little Sunshine!" Hunter placed soft and loving brotherly kisses all over the kindhearted eternal little boy's adorable multi-colored face.

Colli's tiny body was trembling. Hunter couldn't blame him. His greatest treasure just had to endure something horrible! 'If I hadn't been here sooner...' Hunter couldn't stop thinking about what the man could've done to Colli if he had arrived a moment later...

Hunter kissed lovingly Colli's tears away and decided to bring him home. But not before comforting the immortal celestial boy with kisses and cuddles. Fortunately, Hunter's precious Little Angel slowly began to feel better.

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Later, Hunter wanted to arrest the filthy maggot who dared to lay a finger on Colli. But the sixteen year old boy had suddenly a much more sinister plan. "You're going to pay for what you've done to my little brother." Hunter said dangerously calm.

"What are you going to do? Arrest me? HA! I'll be free in no time, Golden Guard! I'm very wealthy, and-" Hunter didn't let him finish that sentence as he cut his throat. The last thing the man saw was Hunter, who would do anything to keep his beloved little brother Colli safe.

Flapjack was shocked, but he understood why his beloved owner decided to end the man's life. "Now he can't hurt Colli ever again." Hunter returned to the Castle.

"Hunter, why is so much blood on your cape?" Belos asked, clearly surprised. "I met a wild witch who tried to sexually assault a little boy. He obviously didn't feel shame for his disgusting intentions and had to be punished properly. He can't hurt anyone ever again." Hunter explained.

'His first kill? Maybe this Grimwalker isn't a failure.' Belos thought. The puritan's icy blue eyes were filled with glee. As for Hunter, he planned to ditch his duty the next day to spend time with Colli, whom he loved more than anything.

The End

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Chapter 47 - Viva Las Vegas. Episode 3.

-------Andy's point of view--------

Andy: I could hardly believe this evening! It had been magical! We did it! We were married, Evan and I!! I could hardly believe it!!! Our mate bond was sealed, now unbreakable. Could I be any happier? No. This was pure bliss. Something fairy tales are made of. I looked around the room, seeing friends and family starting to grab dinner, some were having drinks in a corner, others were dancing. The room was truly spectacular! Looking like something from a Tim Burton movie, if you ask me. Less gloomy, but still. The perfect Halloween room for sure. It was spot on. No doubt this was our wedding, as the room and atmosphere screamed our names. I could not believe how wonderful he had made it all. After eating a bit, I started dancing, mainly with Congo, but also Evan and Daniel, everyone was having so much fun, it was so amazing they had all come together in such a short time. As I had understood, they had only had since Thursday, so only 2 days. 2 short days to put this magical fairy tale together. Once again it made me feel so lucky, to have such amazing friends and family.

Sparkle: Andy… wake up! You're daydreaming again she chuckled softly and poked my arm

Andy: I chuckled hoarse Yeah… so it seems…

Sparkle: She handed me a glass of champagne Cheers darling!

Andy: Cheers gorgeous! I tabbed my glass against hers and sipped the sweet champagne Nice costume btw! I like this darker look on you… very sexy…

Sparkle: She giggled softly and looked down herself for a brief moment Thank you, I made it myself!

Andy: It's really good I smiled brightly but no surprise you made it yourself, you really have a talent for stuff like this… you always have…. such a great cosplay really… How about giving me a twirl? I smiled at her cheekily

Sparkle: Is that an excuse for checking out my ass? she chuckled softly and winked at me

Andy: You know me so well I chuckled hoarse and smiled flirtatiously

Sparkle: Well alright then she giggled softly and gave me a little twirl so I could get to see the outfit better

Andy: Niiice… makes you look older somehow… in a good way though.

Sparkle: Thanks. I kinda hoped that. But let's keep down the flirtation she pulled her tongue at me and chuckled I'm not so sure your new husband would appreciate you flirting with the girls on your wedding day?

Evan: He suddenly sweeped in from the side, planting a soft kiss on the back of my neck as he wrapped his arms around my waist line from behind I don't mind Sparkle… I love him just the way he is.

Sparkle: N'awwww, you guys are torture!! I'm so happy for you though, but also wildly jealous! She chuckled softly and pouted I need a man of my own.

Evan: Nodded towards the dance floor Well… 2 of your 3 men are out there, so, why don't you go grab one of them?

Sparkle: She blushed softly Erhm…

Andy: I looked confused at the dance floor 2 out of 3?

Evan: Chuckled secretly

Sparkle: Blushed even more, and quickly disappeared in the crowd

Andy: I turned around quickly, facing him What did I miss out on here?

Evan: Yeah, I forgot to tell you, mostly cause I tried to forget… I happened to walk in on Sparkle and my dad… having sex…. Sparkle riding him.

Andy: I laughed loudly for a short while, then looked at his serious face Wait… you're not kidding?

Evan: Looked at me dead seriously

Andy: I looked towards Robert on the dance floor Son of a bitch!

Evan: He chuckled softly According to my dad it was a one time opportunity. But let's face it, the more I try to prevent it from happening again, the more it will happen. And she made a fair point anyway. They're both adults, so they can do whatever they want. I just wish the divorce papers would have been finalized first, but at the same time, I can't really blame him either.

Andy: So… you're okay with it?

Evan: Yeah… well he wrinkled his nose a bit As okay as I can be with something like that he smiled softly Let's dance! *He grabbed one of my hands, quickly leading me to the dance floor, dancing to the happy tunes*: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ACpOIX38Lvk

------Congo's point of view-------

Congo: *The evening went by great, and every time I looked at Andy and Evan, I couldn't help but feel overwhelmed by their joy and get a little teary. I had some long nice talks with both Robert and Leonard about the boys and their whole life up until now. Concentrating only on the good stuff of course. It was safe to say this day was a success. From where we were sitting we could easily watch the evening move along. People dancing, drinking, eating, laughing and sometimes people were posing for pictures. Once in a while we joined in on the dancing as well, when someone bit us up for a dance that is. Sparkle even came by twice to ask me personal for a dance, as Daniel kept teasing her, so I guess she needed someone to hide behind for a while, I gladly accepted each time. I had just had a glass of Whiskey with Evan as Clover tabbed her glass, and stood up.

Clover: Could I have everyone's attention? She smiled warmly as the music lowered and everybody turned their attention towards her This is not per say a toast, it's just a small note I would like to read. I found it today, by random, in an old recipe book of mine. And I thought it was very fitting for this day. Not only for what the day itself means, but also for your wedding. She cleared her throat, and unfolded a little old note of paper, reading loud and clear with a warm voice Samhain Magic: We count the days till Samhain comes. It is the witches New Year, All Hallows Eve and the spirit world takes flight. We gather in sacred ritual with candles, a flame under harvest moon light. We call to the ancestors who have been here before, as we seek wisdom and insight. It is the Sabbath of Samhain, a most enchanted magical night. She folded the paper and slit it back into her suit, smiling warmly at Andy and Evan with tears in her eyes and raised her glass To the groom and groom! Everyone lifted their glasses as well and cheered to the couple

Congo: It did really suit the evening, she was right. Sacred ritual it sure had been, the ceremony, so perfect and very much in line with their souls. And an enchanted magical night it for sure also was. I looked around at everybody as they started dancing and doing whatever they were doing before. There were just as much happiness around, as there had been on Andy and my wedding. You could feel the love all around. It was truly heartwarming and soothing. I noticed Evan's cigs on the table, and quickly dragged one out of the package, including his lighter and snuck outside to enjoy the view and some chilled evening air on my face. I leaned my back against the wall, and lit the cig, only few seconds later noticing I wasn't alone, as I saw something move out of the corner or my eye

Katherine: Sorry, did I startle you?

Congo: I smiled warmly No… I just didn't expect someone else to have had the same idea as me I chuckled softly and took a drag of the cig

Katherine: She chuckled softly Yeah… I needed a bit of fresh air after dancing with Daniel she chuckled softly He sure knows how to take up some space on the dance floor while dancing, eh?

Congo: I chuckled warmly He sure does.

Katherine: She took a deep relaxed breath and sighed happily towards the sky What a beautiful night!

Congo: I looked at the stars, it sure was

Kat: So how are you feeling my darling?

Congo: Happy. I smiled at her warmly and took another drag of the cig I'm very very happy Katherine. Thank you for asking. And how are you?

Kat: I'm a proud mama, that's what I am she chuckled softly and sipped a beer she apparently had been hiding on the other side of her that I couldn't see.

Congo: I like your outfit, Sheriff I smiled warmly at her, and nodded at her Sheriff dress great choice!

Kat: She chuckled warmly Yeah… I wanted to make sure that both Andy and Daniel would behave nice today, I am after all still a mom… I have to remind the youngsters that even if they are all grown up, I still have some authority she chuckled softly and shook her head No, I'm afraid this is all Lenny's doing she pointed towards her breasts, that today looked particularly large It's the frills… they seem to enhance what was already there, and he is a boob man after all, so, can we really blame him?

Congo: I laughed warmly No, I guess we really cant! I like his outfit too though… it was quite unexpected… did you pick his then?

Kat: Nah… that's Lenny's own doing again. He said he wanted to be 'hip with the kids' whatever that means she chuckled warmly, and I couldn't help but follow

Congo: So which costume do you like the best?

Kat: Tough choice… I think I would have to go with either Sparkle or Clover… I really like the sexiness of Clovers, although I personally would never have the guts to wear something like that. And she even dressed it down a bit by wearing tights under, as there were peek holes at both crotch and buttocks according to her. She thought it was a tad inappropriate for a wedding, even if it was Andy's wedding she chuckled softly But I also really love Sparkles, and the amount of effort she put into putting it all together, and sewing the dress. And for once I actually know the character she's trying to portrait… well, technically I also know Clovers character. It was easy with that fiery red hair and the green suit.

Congo: I nodded and blew some smoke out Yes… both ladies really did a great job. So… who is the most surprising outfit? We were both quiet few seconds, then spoke out the name at the same time GEORGE!!

Kat: She laughed loudly I guess he also had an urge to feel 'hip with the kids'?!

Congo: I nodded and laughed warmly I guess so! And he seems very much into the roll as well… every other sentence he tries to squeeze in words like YOLO, LMAO and OMG I chuckled warmly I mostly try to avoid him as I feel my brain can't take it much more.

Kat: She laughed warmly Yes… I try my best to steer around him as well.

George: YOLO SWAGSTERS!! suddenly the teen found us with a big happy smile on his face Evan says he needs us all to gather, so… He pointed towards the party

Kat: We both looked at each other and then burst out laughing

George: He chuckled softly and we quickly followed him inside, Kathrine linking her arm with mine leaning against me, as she was still laughing too much to walk straight.

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Unbreakable Bond (part 4)

It took me a while because I had no idea how to approach this chapter, but finally, here we are. Lots of revelations in it, and more Uchihas in the cast!!!

it always helps me a lot to get feedback on what you think, so please share with me your opinions on this!!!

"What about that one?" Obito tersely asks, lying on the roof of the tallest building in the city, black wings camouflaging themselves in night's darkness despite their blue feathers, these acting as a cushion for his body. He scans the streets with disinterested eyes, fed up with the situation and eager to return home.

Hunting humans is much easier than hunting angels.

"No, poor physical ability, he won't even withstand a hit," Shisui answers, observing the same celestial being his companion pointed out. Their goal is clear, to find a divine protector of excellent conditions and skills, though they have been on the task for about a month and the aforementioned does not seem to exist.

"Why can't it be either of us two, again?"

"You didn't hear a word the leader said, did you?"

"I mean, can you blame me? I get chills just listening to his voice, creeps me out so much I'd rather act as if I don't exist when he's talking to us."

"You're a child."

"I'm not a child, I value my life, it's different. I don't wanna be subject to the leader's wrath."

"Yeah, and for that very reason you keep asking what the fuck we have to do since we arrived!" Shisui ends up pseudo-yelling in frustration, shoving him and getting a punch in reply. "You wouldn't have a fucking clue about what to do if-"

"LOOK AT HIM!" A blue claw points at a new angel, and following the direction Obito guides, Shisui agrees with him for the first time. Down the street, an angel with a powerful aura and a bowl-cut walks beside an old woman, probably the human to whom he must be bound.

His wings are large, thick, and his body looks in good condition. Not so young, not so old, he's the perfect description provided to them by the leader before leaving. "Do you think he'll be strong enough?"

"I sure hope so." Both demons stand up in unison, launching themselves into the heights and taking advantage of the darkness to camouflage themselves without any problems. They fly higher than any angel would, out of the radar and shielded, following their target at a safe distance, waiting for the right moment to act.

When the angel they are tailing seems to stop in front of a building, they quickly descend, taking up position on another rooftop and observing again. "You have the leader's blood, don't you?" Obito asks, biting his lip at the sudden anxiety for action. They've spent what felt like an eternity searching for the perfect vessel, and now that they have it in front of their eyes, they can't fail.

"Ha, and here I thought you hadn't heard anything of what he'd told us."

"It's hard to ignore when the strongest man in the entire fucking world gives you a vial of his blood, you idiot."

Shisui produces a small container filled with red liquid, carefully feeling it in the palm of his hand as if afraid of losing it. The cold glass on his skin generates a sense of comfort, securing the most important part of the entire sequence in his grip, ready to proceed.

They listen as the old woman and her angel exchange a few words, presumably having arrived at the lady's home. "Thank you very much, Guy, again, no need to take care of this poor old thing if you have business to take care of up there you know."

"Please, Akira! In heavens I'm bored, it's much more fun to spend time with you and feel the blessings of youth blossom! Did you enjoy your Shogi game? Your opponent was humbled by your skills!"

His aura is sweet, pleasant, powerful, the kind of energy any human would want to have around.

The being's gestures, the bizarre movements of his body, the awkward way of speaking and expressing himself, everything is strange about him, but the strength he carries within is undeniable, just as the leader described he needed.

"You are exaggerating, my dear angel, I could only win once, but it was more than enough. How are your friends? I haven't seen the gray-haired boy for a long time."

"Kakashi? He's too busy to pay attention to me, I'd rather devote myself solely to you!" The angel flashes a perfect white smile and gives a thumbs up when he hears his human snorting.

"Ayay, come back soon so I can cut your hair, it's getting too long."

"Will do!"

As the woman closes her front door, the angel is left alone on the street, spreading his wings, and setting out to take flight. Analyzing him closely, both demons confirm he is the perfect vessel, the best body for the leader to possess and execute his purpose, they can't miss the opportunity.

Once they see him flying, the two decide to follow at a moderate distance to avoid suspicion, waiting until a reasonable altitude for no one to see them intercept him. At this hour, most humans are eating dinner, watching TV, getting ready for bed, and the flow of angels diminishes due to lack of demand.

It is the perfect moment.

At the right moment, both demons increase speed in sync, sandwiching him one from above and the other from below. Obito takes it upon himself to land on his back, shrinking his unsuspecting wings and embracing him in a constricting grab. “WO-A-AH”. Shisui, on the other hand, approaches from below, the vial of the leader's blood open, and grabbing him by the neck.

"WHA-AT!"

When Obito has him successfully imprisoned, being the one to keep the angel from plummeting to the ground due to the inability to move his wings, he spins in midair, letting the celestial being rest on his chest while still managing to keep them moving.

"WHAT'S GOING ON? WHO ARE YOU-"

Shisui, now staying on top of him, doesn't waste a moment or give him time to understand the situation, squeezing his cheeks and forcibly opening his mouth. The blood from the vial enters smoothly and slides down his tongue like honey, until the last drop is secured inside.

The change is immediate, and when the angel stops struggling in the demon's arms to try to free himself, Obito sets off for the landing, choosing a particularly desolate alley without prying eyes. Followed closely by his partner, they both hit the floor of the cramped passageway kicking up a cloud of dust, and deposit the angel carefully on top of a dumpster.

"And now?" the blue-feathered demon asks, uniquely sure of how they were to execute the plan but having no idea how it all follows.

"Just wait." Shisui kneels on the ground, bows his head, and prepares for his commander's triumphant entrance.

The angel's body, stiff and paralyzed as if dead, suddenly convulses. His limbs tremble uncontrollably, his ridiculous haircut moving with the uncontrolled shaking of his bones, his mouth producing incomprehensible and agonizing noises.

Obito can only watch in horror as the celestial being that seconds ago he had trapped in his arms now seems to transmute in front of him, its sickly sweet energy changing into a dark and terrifying one, the same one that gives him goosebumps when he has to face it at home.

The leader's own power takes possession of the angel's body, invading the entire cramped alley with spikes of fear and panic, the air becoming thick and heavy. Imitating his companion, he quickly collapses to his knees upon realizing what is about to happen, and ducks his head nervously to avoid looking his commander in the eyes.

None of them dares to watch the transformation, but after a few seconds of screams of agony and convulsions, all goes silent. Unable to check what's going on, they listen as the angel's body sits on top of the dumpster, and lands on the alley floor a few seconds later.

"Took you long enough." It is the guardian of heaven's voice, but both demons know it is not him speaking.

"I'm sorry... we... we weren't finding anyone bu-" Shisui tries to explain without daring to look up, only to be stopped in his tracks by that terrible presence. "Not interested in your excuses, where is he?"

"We have no idea." Obito bluntly confesses, preparing his body for the most brutal beating he will ever receive. The Leader is ferocious, a beast with no restraints, to be subject to his rage is a straight ticket to death.

"You're telling me you've been here for a month, yet you couldn't find who I asked you to find? A month, a whole entire month, and you have no trace of him?" The possessed angel walks up to them, and with their heads down, they can both see the sandals of the being they just abducted inches away.

"Sorry, my lord, but-" before he can explain anything further, Shisui gets kicked straight in the mouth, fangs flying and blood in the air. His head slams against the opposite wall of the alley, and the demon slumps to the ground. The Leader walks over to him, stepping on his black and emerald green wings on the way, grabbing him by the neck, and lifting him into the air.

"A month, a whole month, one where both of you strolled around whilst I still haven't regained my powers." The demon struggles for breath, holding the wrist of the possessed angel, desperate for release. "A whole month, where I remained wingless and you flew free as birds." Obito feels a shiver of terror run through his body at his words, finding himself paralyzed on the ground, unable to move his body out of fear of suffering the same as his companion.

"A whole month, where my brother wanders free through life and I continued to suffer his injustices." He has to move, he knows he has to say something to save Shisui's life, but the panic is stronger than his will, reduced to a bundle of tremors and cold sweat.

He hears his brother's body hit the ground again, a desperate cough as he tries to regain the air he lost for more minutes than would be prudent, and the dirt on the alley floor rattles again under the angel's sandals.

"Come on, I feel him." Is all he says before taking off, white wings unbecoming of any demon fluttering rapidly in ascent, and when Obito feels him far enough away, runs to Shisui, assisting him to stand and draping one of his arms over his shoulder. "I'm fine... I'm fine." The previously attacked demon manages to regain stability, able to launch himself into flight on his own and following the pace of them both amidst labored breaths.

Together they mimic the Leader, flying off and following the direction of his dark, unmistakable aura. If any angel in the city was paying attention, it would not be at all difficult for them to identify him, pure and materialized darkness in his whole person.

It is overwhelming to keep up with him, and it is bizarre to observe how the celestial being they captured, cheerful and calm, funny, now wears a long and angry face, serious and unpleasant countenance.

Obito never saw him in action, never able to witness the unrestrained power of his commander, so to be faced with his presence, not literally but energetically, about to go into action, is both wonderful and terrifying. He could stand and watch the perfect movement he executes with his borrowed wings, so different from what demons themselves do, but the fear the man inspires in him is stronger than anything else.

From birth, both demons were trained by their elder brothers, Izuna and Madara, without ever having had the privilege of seeing the leader use his might. They have grown up under Izuna's tales, the stories he always told about him, about his strength and power, about how he is the most powerful being of all time. The leader always confined himself to his private quarters, where only invited guests could enter, always wearing a long black cloak covering him from the shoulders down.

The only things he knows about him are myths, but he has no doubts about those either.

The man himself is a legend, a figure of respect and fear, someone not to be contradicted, and the only thing the blue-feathered demon is sure of is that the Leader has no wings. No one knows what happened to him, not even Madara himself can explain the story for he has no idea, and the only certainty is that they were taken away from him at some point.

Nobody knows why or how, who did it.

Engrossed in his fear and overwhelmed by his thoughts, Obito concentrates on keeping up, his companion a few meters behind him, and descends quickly when he notices the leader goes first. He seems to be heading for a rural area, few houses scattered around a small neighborhood on the outskirts of the city, desolate.

The possessed angel lands hard and without fear of attracting attention in the middle of the street, while the other two prefer to remain unnoticed, not sure if their help will be needed for the moment, hiding together at the top of a tree.

Several angels appear before the rumble, some coming out of their humans' houses and others rapidly descending from the sky. The two demons watch as a circle of white wings and light robes surrounds the leader, confused and worried faces asking him if he is all right.

Neither of them knows this angel is not normal.

One, in particular, stands out in the circle, a celestial being the commander keeps staring at, and before everyone can take note of what is happening, he pounces on him with the cry of "ASHURA!". The onlookers soon try to join the conflict, attempting to attack the leader among all, and that's the moment when they realize they both must help.

Angelic bodies fly back and forth and both are convinced the Leader could handle them all alone, without an ounce of help, but he seems to be interested in one particular guardian, and if the demons don't get rid of the excess, he'll never have time to fuck him up alone.

"NOW!" they exclaim in unison urgently, coming out of hiding and bringing out their sharp claws for combat. Where ten angels simultaneously attack the leader without any success, the two demons join the fray, landing on the heads of several and mercilessly launching themselves at others.

They form the perfect distraction for the Leader to take care of his target, fighting one-on-one with no hindrance in between.

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Ashura looks at that particular angel, who landed in the middle of the street and left a crater in the asphalt, and asks him if he is all right. It irritates him terribly to think about how he’ll have to repair the damage in the morning, but it worries him even more whether his companion is in trouble and needs help.

"Are you okay? Hello?'" He asks again, and his neighboring angels join the round of curious onlookers. They all form a circle around him, repeatedly asking if everything is okay, but something is wrong with that creature.

His aura is heavy like pure darkness itself, energy full of black and revulsion, terror, and the hairs on his back stand on end when those eyes stare at him. Serious countenance and leaving nothing to be seen, the angel is scary, plain and simply scary.

Words catch in his throat as he realizes how recognizable the intensity of that gaze is, but before he can react, two hands grab him by the neck and take him flying over the street to the cry of "ASHURA!"

It can't be. There's no way this is happening, he's supposed to be dead.

Paralyzed, he watches as the rest of the angels swoop down on his attacker, trying to cut him down, but none are successful in their attempt. White feathers and forged bodies fly this way and that, and each one that tries to touch him is hurled in the opposite direction without success.

It cannot be.

In his peripheral vision, he notices two pairs of black wings, and the paralysis ends when a nostalgically familiar force impacts his face mercilessly. Ashura flies backward again, this time impacting a tree. "'Thought you'd never hear from me again?" The possessed angel asks, and no doubt remains.

The movements of his hands, the way he stands, the coldness of his gaze and the madness of his words, all indicate it is him. "A-Aniki-i?" he tries to ask, before a foot dives into his stomach and steals all the air from his lungs.

"Did you truthfully assume I would die, how you would never have to deal with me ever again?" there is venom in his words, pure resentment in every sentence, tangible evil in the way he expresses his loathing. When a fist is about to impact against his chin, Ashura finally reacts, deflecting the blow with his own hand and using the opening to stand up again.

"HO-OW… HOW CAN YOU BE ALIVE! I-I SAW YOU FALL!" his question is abrupt, solely because of the surprise and anxiety he feels knowing his brother never disappeared, never left. "I SAW YOU FALL, I TRIED TO STOP IT BUT-"

"Try to stop it... you were the one who yearned the most for my banishment, pure greed in your dirty intentions to keep everything for yourself." The serenity with which he relates his point of view is at odds with the violence with which he wields each blow, lashing out again and again at him relentlessly. This is not his body, yet there are marks of his own in each of his movements.

Ashura can even visualize that large, flowing brown hair flying in the wind after each lunge, red eyes full of anger at him, his Aniki's soft hands, the ones he held in his own over and over again as a child.

The way he uses the wings of the body he borrowed, the short, precise flicks of the white feathers, everything is an account of how Indra used to fight, exactly as he set out to remember him after the day of his death.

He saw him fall, and could do nothing to stop it.

Memories and flashbacks mix with shock and surprise, reducing his ability to battle the brother he thought dead years ago, showing himself weak and insecure at every step. Ashura cannot find within himself the strength to put aside all that was awakened when he recognized that look, exposed in front of the most brutal and merciless angel that ever stepped on heaven.

He saw him fall, for fuck’s sake, he saw him fall!

Two wings wrap around him from each side, acting as a catapult to bring him face to face with the body his Aniki stole, earning him a direct headbutt to the forehead that leaves him dizzy enough to collapse to the ground.

No one seems to come to his aid, unable to see what happened to all his companions, but the lack of assistance indicates they were reduced and defeated by those creatures that appeared alongside his older brother.

Everything is a blur from that moment on, but his last memory is how those black-winged beings hold his arms and legs, while his Aniki steals his blood from one of his cuts, and plucks two white feathers from each of his wings.

[freedomarrow]

“ So you're really setting off now. ”  It's inescapable coming face to face with the large boat meant to ferry Leonardo off to Jugdral. A part of Pelleas wants to accompany either him or Edward, but he should stay put, no matter how much his blood sings for him to be there for either one of them.

He knows this feeling. It's the feeling of missing someone. He has felt it a thousand times, but experience does not make the feeling any weaker each time it creeps up.

“ I feel just as I did when watching you all depart for battle back during the days of Begnion's Occupation. Every fight after that too... It was a while before I could go into battle at your sides. And even then, I didn't accomplish much. But you're going off again, and I'm staying back. The feeling of deja vu is a little overwhelming honestly. ”

Breathe, Pelleas. Breathe! He takes a deep inhale and exhale before getting to the point... or well, as much to the point as Pelleas can manage anyway.

“ Every time it happened, I was left wanting. But I was also a little afraid. What if you all never returned to me? What if I had sent you all out to your deaths? Not that I'm the one doing anything here, of course, but... I still feel a bit like that, I suppose. That must be why I wanted to join you all. So I wouldn't feel so burdensome... or so lonely either for that matter. ”

A pause. The sea breeze makes him feel a bit sick today even just at the port.

“ What I mean to say is... I hope you return, Leonardo. I'll be waiting for you. Even if I can't be there with you, my thoughts are with you. ”

Just as he is going through his belongings one more time to make sure he did not forget anything, a familiar voice awakens him from his realm of thoughts and brings him back into the reality around him.

Just as expected, his eyes meet those of his former king as he turns, a light smile emerging on his face at the sight. To this day, Pelleas seems to struggle to believe that someone would be happy to see him, but Leonardo truly is. After all... once he can finally convince his soldier brain that this is NOT a breach of authority, he does think of the man as a friend. He did not start out with the Dawn Brigade - and the archer imagines he does not consider himself a part of it - but the link, the unbreakable bond that both sides mutually depended on, was very much there. And as far as the blond is concerned, still is.

For a while, he remains silent, letting the other speak his heart.

"Sire... Pelleas." This takes a while, huh. "I don't feel like any of us ever perceived it as you sending us to our deaths. And... as unfortunate as it is, sometimes that's simply the duty of a king. Should Daein ever go to war again, it will be Micaiah's obligation to do so... all the more reason to ensure it never happens, as far as I'm concerned."

His expression grows a shade brighter as he continues. "You're a good man, you know? The fact you care about such things is proof of that. That alone, in the eyes of many, makes you a better king than someone like Ashnard was."

He shakes his head, the smile then fading a notch as his features grow sadder. "It's a shame you can't go... Your magic would be a great asset, I think. And... well, I can't say I don't know anyone on this ship, but... it'd be nice to have one more familiar face. But of course... I don't blame you or anything. Staying will be rough, too, probably. Take care of yourself."

Finally, he nods. A shade of his smile returns, however faint, as he remains serious. "I'll do my best. I anticipate there will be fighting... but I'll do my best to return to everyone."

[michael-ss0718]

My Greatest 'Regret' in Life 💔

Coming here again after a long while to pour my heart and soul once more.

I'm writing right now to free myself from my disappointments, sorrow and regrets. It is also a way for me to put my thoughts into words that may hopefully serve as a remembrance of all the unexplored pent up feelings I've kept all these years.

This platform has always served as a safe haven for my well hidden thoughts and realization in life; So coming here felt like a declaration that I'm very much ready to be all dramatic and vulnerable again after a long while. Hahaha!

Before I finally start, I just wanna say that this emotions I'm having right now is influenced by the heartbreaking and heartwarming outburst Anri & Beau had in the latest chapter of 'Giving You Wildfire' which is Kabanata 44.

It was like an intesified splash of water directly thrown at me, to awaken my long hidden and almost lost dark emotions, longing and thoughts I never knew I had. It feels like a realization, that I'm not completely oblivious nor did I purposely forgot everything that occured back then...Rather it's more of my defense mechanism working on its own... without my consent... to protect me from the devastation and crying mess I could have been almost 11 years ago if I have known it earlier than now.

Memories of my final conversation and interaction with my father flashes back to me like a high-speed blinding lights coming from an extremely fast vehicle as if wanting me to remember what truly happened before. It was like a glimpse, more so, a vision of my past that's showing me an actual footage of what actually transpired back then.

It was a very detailed and highly informative scene of why I ended up only saying "Papa, yung memory card huh. Akin nalang. Wag mo pong kalimutan" instead of going up to him to have better conversation. All these years, I really thought I was just one ungrateful child who only wanted what I eagerly wants that day. Yet, upon having a ran through of my own vision, I realized that I purposely mentioned it like that, like a reminder—quick and suggestive because my father was sleeping that time on our sofa after a long arduous time at work and I refuse to disturb him. I was so afraid to wake him up completely and disrupt his already light sleep for my rubbish so I ended up spouting those words at the door before I left for school.

This mere thought really brought me to tears... Not only because I miss him and felt guilty for my lack of affection and interaction with him that day but because I finally know now that I have chosen to be considerate and caring that morning. IF only I knew that those were my last moments and conversation with him, I would have never leave his side no matter what and will stick to him like a glue until he gets irritated, mad then angry. Deep inside I know my father can't and won't be angry at me for doing such thing and for some reason that idea comforted me so much.

The mere fact of me knowing what my father's reaction's going to be put me at peace. It feels like an assurance that he never blamed me for being a naughty and persistent kid as he knew me so well as his son. And because we shared this invisible and unbreakable bond that connected us together closely... to the point of knowing each other's thoughts without talking about it.

That for him, I was never naughty... maybe too curious and overly inquisitive but not to point where he hated me for it. Even when it seemed like he's irritated and mad at times, it doesn't necessarily meant he despised me for it. Because... I just realized that my father knew me better the way I knew him best. It's the fatherly devotion and love that he's given me since childhood that made him earned and developed those natural instincts when it comes to looking through me. And I can't be more than proud and happy for that. Because I know that I was greatly loved, appreciated and taken cared of as a child. After all, My father has always been my biggest support and ally up to this date.

One last thing. Just incase you're here with me while I'm writing this. I just wanna let you know that I didn't ran up directly to your arms when I saw you outside after you returned from Boracay but instead immediately rushed back to our house becaue I'm so excited to tell our Family that you're finally back! I may have not said all my affectionate and loving words to you before (which I deeply repented) but I want you to know that you're the greatest and the most valuable person in my life. I will love you for eternity and beyond lifetime Papa.

I still have lots of things to say, but I just wanna mention that I would forever love and treasure you Papa for being the greatest father I could ever have. I would never ever ever exchange you for anything and is more than willing to sacrifice everything for you.

Rest in Peace, Papa! Always take care and you don't have to worry about me.

Remember that I'm Roger Murallon Gemina's son. So I'm capable of doing everything! I'm confident because I know you trust me and always have my back =)

Lastly, I love you so much! and I really miss you! I will take care till we finally meet again! ♡

06.09.23 - 07:38AM - FRIDAY

[ahogedetective]

Seeing that shockingly happy look on Kiyotaka's face despite this situation, makes Shuichi shake him all the more. "D-Don't say that while laughing!!" He whines at the cheek pats, but ultimately does calm down and stops shaking him, before taking a deep breath. Now knowing it was Kiyotaka they were talking to...even if he still did not agree with his actions, Shuichi still felt a pang of guilt for how coldly blunt he was a second ago. That made him want to know the reasons behind the other's actions all the more. "...Yes, please: tell us everything you can. Thank you, Taka."

Throughout Kiyotaka's explanation, Shuichi thoroughly listens, nodding his head along the way. Now that he was hearing everything from the very 'demon's' perspective... made him realize that he truly was looking at this case all wrong... all the times someone spotted him, were because they were up to something, save for Kaito leaving before he could catch him. Not a string of pranks that he and Yuma originally suspected.... And that Monotaro's blanket burrito prison was a lot more innocuous, where he was purposely kept in a room that was at least lit up with moonlight...

Though he wasn't sure if this made this bizarre case, any more or less crazier. This whole while, Kiyotaka was simply trying to keep the bears, Monokuma especially, in check for their mischevious pranking. Accidentally looking like he was the one pulling some mean pranks and trying to make his escape...! Now it all made sense, why the 'demon' didn't run up to the top floor. There was never a chase to begin with! And to hear him find this interrogation 'exciting', despite all this; it made it even more unfathomable to Shuichi, that this was the same Taka as the cold sounding and soul piercing eyed man, who was sitting in that chair just a second ago. He can't blame Yuna at all, for literally being left speechless. "S... So this whole while, you were actually trying to help us. And all the people who saw you... you purposely didn't scare them. I know they obviously didn't see a real demon, but they really must have mistaken you for a 'fiery-eyed' entity in the midst of the darkness. H-Haha... bumping into the "pseudo" demons Izuru and Monokuma, and then our "real" demon, is our own brother! I thought there could not possibly be another unexpected twist that could surpass all the others, but....this truly takes the cake.... Though -!!"

He nods in rapid agreement to Yuma's point. "He's right, why didn't you just... I-I don't know, tell us?! About that, or just revealing yourself to us much sooner...! That too, I'm sure it would be much easier to catch any potential mischief if you at least had some security guards with y.... ah." Listening to the moral compass's reason... so innocent sounding, he probably would have laughed, if it didn't make this already ridiculous case, even more silly..

"....I-Is that.... so... An unbreakable bond of brotherhood..." Something that does make Shuichi happy to hear, in all seriousness. He was glad that he could tackle this case with Yuma, and as detectives, and as bros, too; he truly did feel they undeniably grew a little closer... but still, for Kiyotaka to say it so happily, as if he wasn't the very reason behind the sheer insanity of this case, or that he is the 'true suspect' behind the demon sightings... "......." Looking towards Yuma collapsing into a chair, Shuichi cups his older bro's shoulders again, but this time just he just ...hangs his head low, greatly resisting the urge to shake him even more furiously than ever. "Taka... if you weren't my precious bro that I cherish deeply, I think I would sincerely launch you out the nearest window on this floor right now."

A dry laugh. For a very long time... he is not going to forget this case, and he's sure Yuma won't, either. Truly the craziest case, that Shuichi has even tackled; for reasons he's not sure if good or not. But on the plus side, it at least..ended well? "So in conclusion... Kiyotaka Ishimaru...is the true identity behind the 'fiery-eyed demon', that has terrorized unsuspecting people in the hallways of the late night; very ironically, because he was trying to confront them before they could get up to any funny business this whole time. A-Ahaha... how do I even explain this to Usami. B-But... I guess we can say without a doubt that we solved it, Yuma!"

He goes over to pat his very exasperated partner's back. "...I won't blame you if you never want to come back to this school again, h-haha, but: all things considered, with the absolute ridiculousness of all the twists and factors that transpired tonight; good job. You're a great partner, and bro, to work with. I'm treating you to a nice cafe tomorrow for sure. It's the least I can do, for dragging you along this crazy ride with me. At this time of night... And you-"

He jabs a finger into Kiyotaka's chest! "I won't have Usami get you in trouble when I relay to her the details of what happened tonight, nor tell anyone it was you they saw, but! The next time you do see her, I think you still explain yourself and apologize, okay? Oh, and make sure you do the same with Yuma's brother, too! I don't want either of them especially, to think it really was a 'scary demon ' lurking about!"

His book bro's harsh words don't seem to phase Kiyotaka at all. If anything, they seem to make him that much more happy?! He doesn't move an inch when he sees Shuichi slowly make his way forward before rushing towards the happy hall monitor, the boy laughing as he's frantically shaken!

"So many questions! Please bro! I said I would comply so there's no need for roughhousing, haha~!!" He reaches over and gives Shuichi's cheeks a few light taps, hoping to calm him down a bit.

"Goodness, you have such harsh criticism too! I suppose I should start from the beginning to keep this as concise and straightforward as possible."

"As you know, I am a member of our school's public morals committee and thus I am granted access to this very room. There are cameras placed all around campus and these monitors show what is happening at any given time. While I cannot come here every night, through paying attention to rumors and gossip during school hours, I always come here on nights when there are going to be troublemakers running amok. Most of them I am able to catch them and corral them to their dorm room before they get very far like Leon and Hiro, yet with Kaito I typically only find him when he's leaving! I will admit, it's a little aggravating!"

"But I digress. In regards to tonight, I am here because I heard that Monokuma was planning something. Obviously I already knew that Miss Usami had requested your assistance so it was obvious as to who the targets of his latest mischief would be. Unfortunately I was unable to spot him before you had your first encounter with him, that being on the second floor hallway. It looked as if he had brushed against both your leg and Yuma's leg before running up the stairs and leading you both to the art room. Now that I knew where Monokuma was planning to host his devious prank, I could help you!"

"However, by the time I arrived not only could I hear the three of you talking, but I also found Monotaro skulking around near the entrance of the art room. While I was clearly too late to save you from Monokuma's mischief, I had the perfect opportunity to save you from whatever Monotaro had in store! That is why I wrapped him in a blanket burrito and left him in Principal kirigiri's office; not only would he be incapacitated and thus unable to bother the two of you, but he would also have plenty of moonlight from the big open windows so he could patiently watch as sunrise draws ever closer!"

"So, after I dropped him off I patrolled this floor just to make sure Monokuma didn't run up here before I eventually returned to this room. Now here we are, my own brothers using their detective skills to interrogate me! How exciting!"

Yuma is left completely speechless as he listens to the boy happily explain what he's been doing. This... this was just far too much. Yuma genuinely can't believe what in the world he's just listened to.

"Why didn't you just shout and say that you had caught Monotaro instead of doing all of that?! Hell, where is the security in this place?! If there are dorms on campus then why aren't there any night guards?!"

"I didn't want to ruin both your investigation and the wonderful bonding the two of you were doing! Oh Yuma, I was in tears seeing just how close the two of you became tonight! Such passion! Such love! The two of you have forged not just an unbreakable bond, but an unbreakable bond of brotherhood! Even if it was through a monitor's screen, I am so fortunate to have witnessed such a momentous occasion!"

Yuma says nothing as he stares agape at the severely tone-deaf, utterly oblivious, yet incredibly happy boy, the detective looking completely defeated as he slowly moves towards the nearest chair and collapses into it. Yuma is utterly spent...

[jadeylovesmarvelxo]

Movie night 🍿💞

Summary; It's movie night in the Munson household and y/n reflects on her history with Eddie.

Request from @borhapgirlforlife19 ❤

Can I request a fluffy Eddie Munson x reader oneshot where reader and Eddie are on the couch watching a movie with their two kids and reader watches the adorable sight of the kids cuddled up to Eddie and reader can’t help but to think about how far they have come and how her and Eddie couldn’t stand each other when they first met but when they got to know each other they ended up falling in love and eventually got married and have the family they do now?

Warnings; fluff ❤ soft Eddie. Eddie being a secret Disney fan 💛

This was one of y/n's favourite sights. Her and Eddie's two girls were cuddled into their daddy and watching a Disney movie.

It was movie night in the Munson household.

Eddie feigned that he couldn't stand the cheesy storylines and music but she had caught him singing along a fair few times.

You bet she would tease him about it too.

"Some of them are catchy alright sweetheart? I can't help it if they get stuck in my head!" Secretly she thought it was very cute.

Honestly, being here with Eddie like this is something y/n never thought would happen a few years back.

In high school, she and Eddie did not get on well at all she was a cheerleader and he was the "freak" of the school.

It's not like she hated him because secretly she thought he was very sexy it's just his attitude rubbed her up the wrong way.

That all changed in the latter half of senior year when Chrissy Cunningham died. Chrissy was her best friend and her gruesome death along with a few others rocked the town.

A lot of people blamed Eddie and The Hellfire Club as Satanic Panic was sweeping over America and believed the group was a cult and summoned evil and caused demonic activity.

Y/n knew no Dungeons and Dragons club could do this and never believed the town hysteria so she went to Eddie's friend Dustin to offer her help.

She joined him and a few others (Steve Harrington, Nancy Wheeler, Robin Buckley and Max Mayfield ) in taking some provisions to where he was hiding out in Reefer Ricks's home.

At first, Eddie was hesitant to accept her help and they bickered and traded insults until she yelled out that yeah he was a pain in the ass but she knew in her heart that he never committed any murders.

She knew Eddie could never do the things that people were accusing him of and Dustin seeing them calm down in each other's presence explained how people weren't far off when they talked about Hawkin's being cursed.

That's when she and Eddie were thrown into the world of Vecna, mind flayers and The Upside Down.

Thankfully, Vecna was stopped by a super-powered girl called El so everyone else in town managed to be safe.

Throughout the whole ordeal, she grew close to Eddie and with Jim Hopper being back from the dead/rescued from a Russian prison, she helped him clear Eddie's name.

She and Eddie fell in love during that time, all the long talks, taking care of him after the demo bats attack - the fact he protected her and Dustin without a second thought, getting to truly know each other helped build a bond that was unbreakable.

Within a year they were married and a year after Madison was born. Ella followed two years after her sister.

Y/n loved her family, Eddie was an amazing, devoted husband and father.

She feels Eddies gaze on her, full of such love and adoration.

"Hey, angel come on in and join the cuddles". He says to her and Ella squeals giggling when Eddie tickles her.

"Yeah, mama. Join us". Ella and Maddie yell and she's pulled into the cuddle fest by Eddie who peppers kisses over her face.

"Now I'm very happy because my three beautiful girls are cuddling me". Eddie beams smugly and she smiles nestled into his chest as Ella and Madison burrow into the blankets and watch the movie.

Eddie sings along softly to the songs seeming particularly fond of Everybody wants to be a cat.

God, she loves him so much. He catches her looking and blushes a bit and pulls her into a deep kiss, he nuzzles her neck and noticing the girls are asleep carries them to their rooms and tucks them in bed.

Then he proceeds to kiss her again and rests his head on top of hers.

"I love you, princess".

"I love you too Ed's". He gets a naughty glint in his eyes and pulls her to the bedroom slipping off her dress the minute they are behind closed doors.

❤

[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.

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I might rewrite this in a different scenario or with Mikasa or Kenny purely for the fact that I LOVE this song. Like goodness this band makes amazing music-

I hate everything about you

Word count: 0.9k (Levi x reader)

I hate everything about you - three days grace

-Summary: Your rivalry is interrupted after you kiss Levi after a drink too much. Now you're left to think about your feelings for the man and stress over the possibly ruined friendship.

You laid awake with the occasional sigh thinking about what had just happened. You might've ruined whatever relationship you had with Levi, the guy you often bickered with and teased. You both weren't together but you couldn't say that there weren't any feelings involved on your side. At first it was more of a partner-enemy relationship but it turned into more. It turned into actual communication towards you both and actual bonding behind your quarrels.

You hated him. You always reminded him of that and the same went towards you. Despite your supposed hatred of each other though was an unbreakable bond that took you both years of partnership and trust to achieve. And yet it feels as if you had broken the bond you had with the idiot in an instant.

You kissed him. You drank a bit too much and thought it'd be fine to shoot your shot. Not even that. You don't know why you did it. You could lay there and try making millions of excuses for it, anything to justify your actions. You could blame it on the alcohol. You could say it meant nothing. But all that would just be a huge lie shoved in his and your face. You knew very well that it wasn't just the alcohol nor was it meaningless. You knew deep down that you cared for him and had feelings for him. But you hate him. You hate everything about him. So why does it hurt so much that he looked at you with pure disgust in his eyes afterwards? Why'd it hurt so much that it broke your shell of toughness and had you running away to your room like an idiot? Why'd it hurt so much that-

"Y/n are you having a nightmare? You're being a bit loud" your roommate asked after hearing your heavy breaths and low sighs. "I'm fine." was the most you could muster. You weren't. You weren't fine at all.

Yet even with all the hurt boiled deep inside you, you don't miss him. You can't bring yourself to. You hate him. You don't love him. You hate him. You don't miss him and there's nothing between you two.

So why do you love him?

Once you were able to fall asleep, it felt like an instant that you were woken up to your roommate with her normal cheeky smile. "Wakey wakey! They've got juice on the menu today" she said ruffling your bed hair. You groaned a bit and clenched your eyes shut. "Hangover? You shouldn't have been drinking on a work night, you know that" she said. You nodded your head in response even though you knew it was a complete lie. If you were having any type of migraine or headache, it'd be because you had to see Levi and confront that what you did was real last night and you could probably never take it back.

You got up and began getting ready as your roommate finished up and left. Once you were alone and left brushing your hair, tears finally began streaming. You dropped the brush and broke into quiet sobs. You'd been holding it in. It's only when you stop to think about it that you know you hate him. You hate everything about him. The only thing you don't know is why you love him. Why you want to get closure to what had happened last night. Why you want to blame the alcohol and go back to your rivalship with him. Go back to normal.

You wanna know what he thinks. You wanna know if he knows he hates you like you know you hate him. You wanna know if he's taken any thoughts of last night. You wanna know just how much he hates you and if he's questioning any untold and kept away feelings like you've been. You doubt it as yesterday's events could've proven he had no romantic interest in you whatsoever but you didn't wanna be the only one with these hot and cold feelings.

You hate everything about him. You love him. You hate him. You don't love him, you hate him. You don't hate him, you love him. Maybe you hate and love him. Maybe its a bit of everything.

You go to the dining hall with your head high to radiate the energy you always did. Only difference now was that you were scared. You were scared about what you'd say or act when you saw Levi. To your utter surprise and relief, he wasn't there. You'd have to sort this out with him sooner or later but for now, you'll just enjoy your breakfast before a long day.

Levi won't though. He skipped breakfast and stayed locked up in his office. He had no idea how to react to any of this. He hated you, sure. But he loved you and unlike you, had no questions about it.

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