#im still taking prompts and will continue writing the ones in my ask box during the week !! i promise i see them !!

[fineosaur]

"The skirt is supposed to be this short" - Gendrya plsss.

lavender kiss | m | gendrya

from this drabble challenge

After losing a bet, Gendry and Arya have to attend a Halloween party as a slutty doctor and slutty nurse. Only Gendry can't quite take his eyes off Arya once she reveals her outfit.

When it comes down to things, Gendry’s not usually quite on board or understanding of certain parties. He doesn’t understand why anyone would shotgun a beer can instead of drinking it like a normal person. 

He doesn’t understand why anyone would smoke menthols & switches when regular tobacco is perfectly fine. 

He particularly doesn’t understand why Halloween is such a big deal to university students. Yet there he is, allowing himself to be dressed up in a doctor’s outfit. 

He fusses with the stethoscope around his neck and waits for her to get ready. At least she’s there with him to look just as ridiculous. 

The Riverlands had just started to grow colder. Autumn was a solid season, none of the sweltering heat of summer and pesky bugs of spring, and none of the mornings with ice on his windshield like winter. 

Autumn suited him well. This, not quite so much. 

He lowers his eyes, taking in his reflection. The white coat he wears fits terribly, scrunching at his upper arms where the polyester tries to stretch too tightly. Inside he wears a shirt with a tie and brown slacks. 

As stupid as he looks, he does not fit the criteria of what he was asked to. 

It’s ‘slutty doctor’ and ‘slutty nurse’, remember to show some of that chest hair, Gen.

He sighs and gets himself a drink of water, knowing that he’ll thankfully have the numbing haze of alcohol later in the night. 

Gendry checks his watch and waits on her. It’s a small party, just a few of their friends, all of which will likely get on his back for being late, though it’s always her fault if they arrived late. 

After they lost their bet with Lommy and Hot Pie, Gendry had not taken it so seriously. Arya however was never a very good loser, she taunted the pair of them over the lost game, landing them where they were now. 

He guesses there’s no true difference, if they had won, he would still have to wear some absurd outfit or the other. 

Gendry’s head lifts up when he hears his bedroom door open. She walks into his living room with loud yet graceful heeled steps. 

His mouth goes dry and he takes another sip of his water. Gods, there was no way. 

“Gods, I fucking hate Lommy,” she curses at her reflection. 

Sure he hates Lommy too, but looking at her right then and there, he feels his loathing trickle away ever so slightly. 

He joins her in the living room, sure that his shock is blatant by the expression on his face. 

“Well?” 

Her tone is rough and displeased. He doesn’t take it personally at all. 

He swallows tightly and watches her twirl. He must be hallucinating on some level. The tea from earlier was one of her brother’s weird concoctions, he’s sure of it. 

“The skirt–” 

“The skirt is supposed to be this short,” Arya interrupts him quickly enough. “Apparently women taller than 5’5 don’t exist.” 

The frown on her face is exaggerated by her thick, dark brows. They make her glistening grey eyes look colder than they are. 

She turns to check the skirt from the back in the mirror. It looks layered, making it appear puffy like the ball gowns he’s seen on tv. It’s tacky yet exquisite.

Arya finally meets his eyes and her frown dissipates. “Gods, you look constipated,” she mocks. Her heels click as she approaches him and he feels himself grow redder. 

“Just feeling hot in the tie,” he lies. 

“It’s supposed to be slutty doctor, remember,” he curses her for bringing it up. This close, she’s able to loosen his tie and unbutton his shirt. This close he can smell her and the floral scent she’s wearing. “See, now that’s better. If I have my whole arse out, you should be able to show some cleavage.” She jokes.

It’s impossible not to stare at her arse when she mentions it. Gendry scolds himself internally for being so vile to his best friend. 

“Gendry!” 

He realises she’s caught him and his eyes shoot up to hers. Arya’s completely forgotten her grievances and an amused expression crosses her face. 

“Yeah?” Shame reddens his cheeks further and he rubs the back of his neck as she walks over to him. 

She has a knowing grin on her face as she gets closer, making his chest grow tight. 

“You’re checking me out,” Arya accuses him. 

Gendry can’t help but smile and give a small laugh. “Arya, your arse is out, I can’t help it,” he defends himself. 

“Is that how you speak about women?” She taunts him. 

“I wouldn’t care to look at any other woman’s arse.”

It slips out stupidly but she hears it.

She’s closer than she was before. And even if she’s in platforms, she’s still a head shorter than he is. 

They’ve never spoken about crossing the line in their years of friendship, despite the comments they get so often from friends and family. It would be catastrophic, he tells himself. 

But it’s not like he hasn’t thought about it… almost every time he’s with her. And every time he’s not. 

“Arya?” He asks as she gazes up at him with a smile.

Gendry hesitates. Neither of them has had anything to drink yet, this would be them acting with sober, rational minds. 

How bad could it really be? He asks himself.

“Gods, you’re teasing,” Gendry tells her with a joking gasp. He makes up his mind and pulls her by her waist. “What are you waiting for, Arya?” He asks her with his lips only an inch away from hers.

He sees the excitement tint her eyes, growing darker than he’s ever seen.

Arya kisses him first. He’s more than ready when she does so. He groans on her lips and holds her tighter.

Gendry’s hand goes down to squeeze a handful. He doesn’t care if he’s moving fast. It’s perfect and smooth, even over the fishnets she wears. 

She pulls away to kiss his neck and he drops his head back. His head swims with grief, lust-fuelled, delicious grief. 

“Are we really doing this, Arya?” 

He meets her eyes as he asks the question. If she says no, he would take his hands off her in a heartbeat. But the tug in his heart and the evidence straining in his slacks hope she doesn’t. 

“Can we afford to be late?” 

Gendry doesn’t even bother to check his watch. “Fuck if I care,” he answers swiftly at her assent. He takes her into his arms once again, this time lifting her off the wooden floors and depositing her onto his sofa. 

He lets his eyes wander her body. He stills at her face, taking in the sweet smile on her lips. Her hair is in a tight ponytail at the crown of her head behind ridiculous costume details. 

Gendry gets to his feet, staring down at her and getting rid of his coat. “As hot as you look in all this, I need it all off,” Gendry tells her as his fingers undo his buttons. 

Arya bites her lip with a smile and gives him a nod. “Take them off me,” she demands instead. 

He takes a deep breath in and throws his shirt to the side. He gives her a wide smile and joins her on the sofa once again, taking her in his arms and kissing her with no remorse.

[earthssprout]

happy new year to you & yours, friends ! 🥳🌷🍃 I hope you all had a wonderful & safe time while celebrating, if you enjoyed any such kind of merriment at all 🥺

as I mentioned in the tags on a previous post, I've been meaning to share how I intend to handle Ari's blog as I struggle to balance real life responsibilities & writing. after much discussion with close friends & exploring important parts of myself on my own, I've decided to put Ari's blog on an EXTREMELY LOW ACTIVITY status, of which will remain so until the end of my studies. seeing as I'm pursuing an English degree, there will never be a semester when I'm not writing a bajillion things a week to satisfy course requirements & perform well academically. this, of course, takes precedence 🥺 it is my future, after all !

with all that being said, I don't want to separate myself from this space entirely, so I won't be putting Ari's blog on an indefinite hiatus. however, during the rare opportunities given to me throughout the semester which allow me to be somewhat present on here, I'd like to keep my "obligations" to roleplay as low as possible. therefore--for at least the foreseeable future--I will no longer be accepting new threads or engaging in starter calls/posting my own. if we had any threads going before, consider them dropped. I plan to make this blog what you might call ... " ask - centric " ... meaning that the only method of interaction I will be accepting for a while are asks. I will be answering prompts that are sent in to me, as well as sending the same to others. any asks that I send, however, will not be continued ( except for perhaps on the very rare occasion ). my partners are welcome to continue the ask if they would like to, but just know that it's highly unlikely I'll respond to anything that is turned into a thread. I may, however, toss the response into the treasure box tag ! 🌷🍃

I understand that this, in turn, somewhat prioritizes the relationships that Ari has already built with other muses and, in a way, limits opportunity for her to create new ones. while this restriction isn’t something I’m intentionally enforcing — rather, it is a passive effect of the current state of affairs — given the busyness of real life & all else that is equally important to me, I simply don't have the energy to juggle many things at once on here--in fact, I've been unable to do so for a long while, & I'm only now facing & accepting that fact 😔 the most meaningful & important relationships that Ari has made with other muses were primarily built by lots & lots of ooc discussion, so while I am not opposed to starting new things & building similar relationships, the chances of such happening are much higher with those that are willing to engage in thoughtful discussion about our muses despite my circumstances — plotting over interaction, to put it simply 🌱

regardless, I will still be very slow on here, and I expect I will keep a similar pace when responding to im’s as well. even though asks will be the only interactions/things I respond to on here for a while, please don’t expect me to reply to such with any haste either. I may have the time and creative energy to respond to five asks in a single day, or I may lack both for a month straight. this is, unfortunately, something unpredictable, and therefore I cannot make any promises about how often I'll be here 😔 overall, the greatest shift this blog will be experiencing is how much creative energy I can spend on it and where I decide to invest that. I don’t want to abandon this space entirely, as it is a comforting place to be, and Ari is still very much alive and well in my heart ! I want to comment on posts to support my fellow writers, participate in the occasional dash shenanigan, post random thoughts and ideas I have about Ari throughout the day, and maybe even still actually write ! however, some balancing is in order; I want to improve upon my writing through practice, but most importantly, I enjoy this hobby again 🌷🌼😭

to anyone that isn’t interested in writing with a blog that has such sporadic activity and limited methods of interaction, I completely understand. I always want to be a person that encourages others to do what’s best for them, so if parting ways because of this change is what you need to, then please do so. you will be missed, of course !🌷 but know that this decision to limit my interactions so severely is because I have the same desire in mind — I have to do what’s best for me, in a way that cares for my mental health and nurtures my creative spirit 🌻that being said, this may change. I may limit my interactions even more in the future ... I may open everything back up again ... who knows 🥺

since everything in my ask box is covered in about seven thick layers of dust, I'll also be deleting everything in there too--starting completely anew !

to those who remain, thank you for your ongoing understanding, patience, and support 🌿 at some point, I’m sure, Ari and I will see you outside again ! 🐸🌱🪻🌷🌳🐝

[wooahaes]

a little extra space

pairing: non-idol!vernon x gn!reader

prompt: tree decorating

word count: 0.8k~

warnings: n/a just fluff.

daisy’s notes: yeah this ones connected to seungkwans lmao. im still bad at titles sue me.

“Leave enough branches so that the kids don’t have to reach too high, okay?”

Vernon had offered to help you decorate the tree you’d brought into your classroom that year. He was festive enough with his own decorations (one little tree that sat on the table behind his desk), and you were far more excited about decorating when the two of you talked over dinner, so... why not? He’d helped you with the lights, and now he was sitting on the floor with you, hanging small, round ornaments on the bottom of the tree. You’d told him he only reason you committed to decorating so much here was for two reasons: your apartment didn’t have the space for a big tree like this (which was true: he’d gone over there enough times to know that the tiny tree you kept was all you could work with), and because the kids always loved seeing your decorations.

“I know,” he said, turning back to your box of plastic ornaments. “We’ve done this before.”

That the two of you had. You’d asked him for help two years ago and that was what sparked your relationship. One of the third grade teachers had taken maternity leave in the middle of November due to complications (that thankfully, from what Vernon heard, meant nothing once she was given the chance to rest instead of keeping up with the kids), and you’d been there to take her place. You’d admitted that this time of year was always your favorite because you liked spreading joy. He’d come into his classroom to see a candy cane on his desk with a little tag attached to it with a “happy holidays!” written in swirly writing purposefully done to be cute. All the third grade teachers received them, but it’d made him smile nonetheless.

And unfortunately for Vernon, kids were smarter than he thought. Your name had been brought up by one of his kids months later, and they’d proudly asked “are you two in looooove?!” with glee.

He’d changed the topic immediately to go back to the lesson. It didn’t help when you stopped by, dropping off the papers he’d left on the printer during lunch, and smiled at him. 

(”That’s the look my dad gives my mom! Mr. Chwe, are you in love?!” Kids were truly too smart for their own good, even if he did continue to deny it.)

Then you started asking him for help more often with decorating. For Valentines day, because you always had a little hearts theme and candy to give out; for Halloween, too, because you loved your black cats and bats. It eventually turned into asking him to help out with... literally anything. Prepping your classroom for the new year (you’d always return the favor, too), after breaks...

“You know, I’m starting to think you’re in love with me,” he’d teased while helping you line one of your bulletin boards after the school year had come and went that first year. He honestly hated seeing everything come down.

You’d looked up. “You’re just now noticing?”

(The lunch you treated him to after he helped you take down Christmas decorations that year was pointedly not meant to be friendly, and neither was the kiss on his cheek you’d left him with after asking if you could. He didn’t think it was, but he’d fight Chan for talking him out of thinking so when he pointed out that you were affectionate with everyone.)

That had been a year and a half ago, and now Vernon was proudly your boyfriend (to other staff--the kids would never know unless and until the two of you ever got married). He liked doing things like this with you. Decorating your classroom, bringing coffee to you in the mornings, making copies of worksheets... It was a little sign that he cared about you without being obvious about it, even if it did net him a little bit of teasing from the older staff members.

“I wish my apartment was bigger,” you sighed.

He shrugged, not really thinking as he hung a blue ornament on a low branch. “Why don’t you just move in with me? I’ve got plenty of space and I’m closer to the school.”

You looked up. He continued decorating without a word. “Wait, what?”

And Vernon realized what he said. “Never mind, you don’t have to--”

“No, let’s talk about this,” you said. “Do you want me to move in with you?”

He didn’t meet your eyes as he pressed his lips together. “I’ve thought about it. I mean, it’d be nice... We’d save on rent, you wouldn’t have to get up so early to commute here, we’d get more time together--”

You leaned in, kissing him quickly. He smiled against your lips, thankful that the two of you were alone save for the rest of the school staff. “I’d love to.”

(And if that lead to the two of you making plans to decorate your apartment in the future... then Vernon was more than happy to do it, as long as he woke up and went to bed with you every day.)

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[deceitfuldevil]

IM PISSING MYSELF OH MY LORD I JUST READ THE SEVEN MINUTES IN HEAVEN ONE AND YOU WRITE MATT SO WELL OMG. I saw that requests were open and I had an idea 👉👈👀. Okay so the reader is this self conscious nervous person but they’re super sweet and adorable and pining for Matt, and they work at a cafe and go way back with Matt and Fog or Karen or sum and always brings them coffee or lunch. One day Matt says something absentmindedly like “good girl” and hears her heart beat go crazy and he keeps trying to do subtle things to fluster her again like touching her face to see what she looks like and cuddling with her during movie night or something, like whatever you want seriously have fun with it. Bonus points if the reader accidentally flusters him back. Also do you do Emoji anons? And if you do can I be 🧪 anon?

oh my god no one has ever asked me if they can be an emoji anon I'm literally sobbing 😭😭 yes nonnie you can be 🧪 anon <3

Letting your cousin Karen convince you to apply at nelson and Murdock turned out to be simultaneously the best and worst decision of your life. Jobs, the whole process of them all, it was stressful for you to say the least. You had never had much confidence or self esteem in general growing up, so the process of having to fill out a job application and elaborate on all your life and job experiences in a few short paragraphs, and then have to come in and be interviewed? Borderline terrifying. Having to kiss up and people please your way into a position was your least favorite way to spend your day. But your cousin Karen convinced you nonetheless, prompting you to apply for a job at Nelson and Murdock. Which as formerly stated, was the best and worst decision of your life.

The best because you had the privilege of meeting Matthew Murdock, well that and you finally had a job again. The worst because you realized within a matter of weeks since starting your new job that you were slowly but surely starting to fall for your new boss, Matthew Murdock. It wasn't his fault he was ever so charming, and occasionally flirted with you without even realizing it. It was the little things Matt did that really got you going.

Like when he, Foggy, and Karen all went out for lunch and you insisted on staying back at the office to organize some files. Not because you wanted to or actually thought the office needed to be any more organized, but because despite working with the trio every day you still couldn't help but feel socially impotent around them; especially Matt. It was hard enough for you to express yourself as it was, but around Matt you just got so flustered over the smallest things. So when they all came back from lunch and Matt brought back your favorite dish in a take-out box you damn near melted.

"I didn't need our best secretary going hungry so I thought I'd bring you back your favorite." Matt said with a smile, extending his arm out handing you a delicious smelling box. Your heart softened at the gesture, and a light rose shade spread over your cheeks. "I'm your only secretary, Matty." you quipped back, internally patting yourself on the back for presenting with a confident tone. Matt just smiled and chuckled as you took the bag from you, it was a shame you couldn't hear his heartbeat spike at the nickname you called him.

Little shared moment like that continued back and forth between you and Matt, your self esteem so consistently low that you never allowed yourself to believe for even a second that maybe Matt felt the same way towards you that you felt about him. That didn't mean his actions didn't affect you. . .

One night, after Karen and Foggy had gone home. You and Matt were working diligently in your offices, your head was so deep in paperwork you didn't even notice that Matt had walked up to your desk. "Hey y/n? Can you-" Matt paused upon hearing your breathing hitch, noticing he startled you. "Sorry." he breathed out. "It's alright, what do you need Matty?" you asked with a soft smile. There was a moment of silence before Matt continued, clearing his throat before. asking: "Could you re-print these documents in braille for me please? Foggy obviously forgot, that or he left a blank stack of papers on my desk for no reason." he asked with a chuckle.

You took the stack of papers from Matt's grasp, your fingers barely brushing over his as you did. Eyeing a small note written in pen on top that read: 'Copy for Matt!!' funny how Foggy forgot notes he wrote even for himself. "Sure thing, Matt." you spoke sweetly, standing up and making your way to the braille printer to copy the documents. "I'll bring them to you once I'm done." you said, letting Matt know. He merely nodded and went back into his office. About twenty or so minutes later, you walked back into Matt's office with a stack full of papers in hand.

"Here's those documents you asked for." you said with a gentle tone, setting them down on Matt's desk. "Hmm, good girl, thank you." Matt said absentmindedly, not moving from his focused position. You on the other hand, froze like a deer in headlights as your heart rate spiked. Suddenly all Matt could hear was your heart beating rapidly, thumping wildly in his ears. He paused whatever he was reading for a moment, his fingers stilling over the braille as he wondered why you were suddenly so flustered. Then, Matt recalled what he had said.

A devilish smirk had found its way onto his face as he asked: "Everything alright y/n?"

"Mhmm!" you hummed, quickly backing out of Matt's office and heading to your desk to gather your things. "I'm gonna... head out for the night. Bye Matt!" you said in a rushed tone, throwing some papers together as you grabbed your bag and headed towards the door. "Y/n, wait-" Matt called out, but you were already out the door trying to catch your breath.

One might think your reaction would've prompted Matt to ease up on his flirtatious actions, but he chose quite the opposite path. You couldn't even remember the last time Matt called you by your name. It was always sweetheart, doll, bunny, or darling. Don't even get me started on the fleeting touches, and the ever present way Matt would always rest his hands on your hips when passing by you in the office.

One late evening, after a heavy 5 o'clock happy hour Foggy had insisted on, everyone was giggling and little to no work was getting done. "Who- *hic!* who thought it was a good idea to let Foggy bring three bottles of whiskey to the office for a *hic!* 'happy hour'?" Karen asked, a case of the hiccups occasionally interrupting her speech because of how fast she drank.

"Foggy... Foggy thought it was a good idea." you said with a giggle, spinning around on your desk chair. "and we all just, went with it." you finished off, stopping in your chair as the room continued to move around you.

"Are you implying it wasn't a good idea L/N?" Foggy cracked at you. "Well considering the room is spinning and I'm pretty sure I'm sitting still right now... yes I'm implying this wasn't a good idea." you said with a vaguely nauseated tone. "I think I need a drink." you added, stumbling to stand up. "Coming right up!" Foggy said excitedly. "No no, I'm talking water Fogs." You said with a roll of your eyes and you nearly tripped over your own feet making your way over to the office's makeshift kitchen. "Let me help you with that sweetheart." Matt said assertively as he came to your aid, hand wrapping around your waist as he helped guide you to the kitchen. You missed the not-so-subtle 'there he goes again' look Foggy shot Karen, she merely giggled in response.

Maybe it was the alcohol, or maybe it was just Matt being Matt. But in this moment, as soon as he got you out of sight from Foggy and Karen he backed you up against the counter and kept his hands firmly placed on your hips. You stared up at Matt's red lenses, a small hiccup escaping your lips. A tension filled moment passed as neither of you spoke a word, then Matt's grip on your waist tightened as he lifted you up and seated you on the kitchen counter. You gasped at his actions, heat traveling up to your face and down to your core.

Matt stepped aside, grabbing a clean glass and turning on the sink as he filled up the cup for you. Once he turned the water off, he stepped back in front of you with the glass in hand. "Open wide, bunny." Matt said sweetly, placing a hand on your thigh encouragingly. But the only thing that action encouraged you to do was mentally melt, as you parted your lips for Matt. He gently brought the cool glass to your lips, tipping it ever so gently allowing you to take a swig.

When Matt pulled the glass away, a dribble of water trickling down your lips. After placing the glass down, Matt brought his thumb to your lips and wiped away the drops left behind. The feeling of the rough pad of Matt's thumb against your plump lips, was heavenly. As he pulled his hand away, it didn't go far. One hand on your thigh, the other now on your jaw, mindlessly pulling you closer.

"Matty?" you asked, voice barely above a whisper.

"Yes doll?" he responded, breath fanning over your lips.

"Kiss me." you begged, the alcohol in your system providing you the confidence you always needed. Your plea was all that Matt needed, his hand slipping behind you neck and pulling you in for a kiss more intoxicating than all the alcohol you had just consumed. The taste of whiskey ever-present on both of your lips, a sloppy, heated kiss. When you squeaked out a small moan as the hand Matt had on your thigh was drifting a little high. Just then, Karen walked into the kitchen wondering what was taking you so long to grab a simple glass of water. As she turned on the light, watching you and Matt hastily remove yourself from each other's lips, she chuckled dryly as she asked: "Really Matt? My cousin?".

"Sounds like you owe me twenty bucks Page!" Foggy shouted from the other room, causing everyone to laugh.

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if anyone else wants to become an emoji anon I'd literally cry ok thanks

[kaz11283]

44 and 45 for writing prompts?

44) Close Your Eyes

45) Will You Marry me

Your Favorite Suprise

Warnings: fluff

Characters: Your favorite God of Mischief, Nat, Clint (brother, I know I have a weird problem ok?), Steve, Tony, Thor

Summary: you and Loki had been dating for a while now it only made since that he wants to take the next step.

Announcements: Ah yes, while I should be working on the next chapter of my series Im doing a Loki Request list...makes sense to me. I have decided to start posting a chapter a week and I have decided to start posting The chapters on Fridays. But I'll probably still be doing one shots and drabbles randomly during the week along with request. *its like really early in the morning here so if I am not making any sense i will probably post another update soon.* love you guys, thank you for the request! 💚💚💚💚

Loki Masterlist

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Loki had been distant all day, he wasnt in any of the normal places that he normally would have been. You had checked in the library, his room, even the lab none held signs that the god had been there all day.

"Guys, have you by any chance seen Loki?" You asked walking into the living room where your brother and Nat were wrestling, for some unknown reason, Thor and Steve sat watching.

"Tall guy, wears to much green, pointy hat?" Clint choked out from a chokehold. Sometimes you wondered if you were really the oldest with the way he acted.

"Last time I seen my brother he was heading out to the large balcony on the top floor with a rather heavy looking box." Thor called over his shoulder. "No no no Hawkman, you odviously doing it wrong. Let me show you." He said getting up walking over to the two on the floor.

"Whatever, he'll know where to find me I guess." You said jumping over the back of the couch sitting down next to Steve.

"Hey! No jumping on the furniture. I swear its like I live in a house full of kids between you and Parker jumping and flying around." Tony yelled from the kitchen door.

Steve rolled his eyes and looked at you. "Thor is trying to show them some Asguardian fighting moves. Nat picked up pretty fast, your brother on the other hand..."

"He does better in a roost high above the ground. Only reason I use to hate fighting with him is because he could climb higher than I could." You laughed.

"Ok Lord Thunder if you can do better be my guest." Clint took a step back allowing Thor to stand in. Thor gave a bellowing laugh and got in a fighting stance.

"My people invented these moves I can easily take down Nat."

After a few rounds and Thor definitly losing causing the room to howl with laughter at his confusion Loki walked in.

"So the man of mysteries returns. Where have you been darling." You asked as he came to stand beside you.

"Just working on a suprise for you my dearest." He laughed leaning down and kissing the top of your head.

"Please stop, there are young eyes in the room." Clint groaned from a recliner across from you causing you to roll your eyes.

"Yeah, if your going by shoe size." You mocked. Turning to Loki you looked at him. "What does the god of mischief have up his sleave for me?"

"Come dear, I would rather show you." He offered you his hand and you walked from the room.

He lead you to the room where the balcony was located and turned to you. "Close your eyes."

"Ummm why? You planning on pushing me off?" You laughed realizing that he had a serious look on his face. "Nevermind." You closed your eye, as soon as they were shut you felt a cloth wrap around your head. "If you wnted something like this all you had to do was ask." You smirked.

"Oh nine realms y/n. Get your mind out of the gutter for just a little bit." You couldnt see it but you knew he was rolling his eyes. "This is serious." You could hear the smile in his voice.

"Ok fine, serious, I can be serious for like 5 minutes. I cant guarantee the comments that will follow after the time is up though." You laughed.

"Sometimes I feels like I'm dating your brother." He huffed taking your hand and leading you onto the balcony.

"We are basically the same person, I just look alot better than he does in a cat suit." He let go of your hand just after walking out of the door and disappered.

"You know that mouth is one of my favorit things about you." He whispered in your ear cauing your heart to flutter. "Always quick to the punch, it never fails." He said kissing the side of your mouth.

"But my absolute favorit thing about you is your willingness to over look a persons flaws, to give everyone a chance, even if they dont deserve it. You have such an open mind forgiving everyone that you feel need forgiving. Looking for the good in a person and giving that person hope that maybe there is hope left for them." This time he brushed your hair from your neck kissing you behind the ear sending a shiver down your spine.

"Loki you was never a bad person-" you saod trying to defend him aginst hisself

"I brainwashed your brother." He countered. "You didnt just do it for me though. You stood up for Wanda, for Bucky, you stand up for the underdogs that wouldnt have a chance other wise."

"Wanda needed a family, Bucky was Steves best friend and I seen how it hurt him for eveyone to be aginst him. Also brainwashed. Im kinda seeing a pattern here though." You smiled.

"Y/n, honestly would you jusy be quiet for a few more minutes." He sighed.

"Ok, lips are sealed. Continue telling me how great I am." He sighed again pulling you closer to the middle of the balcony.

"You have been my light in the darkest tunnel I had ever been in. When the others shut me out you were always there to let me know I wasnt alone. I could travel to all nine realms and never find another soul as caring and as trust worthy as you, who holds me at night when nightmares wake me up, who actually seen good in me and who has made me a better person." You felt him reach behind you and untie the knot from the blind, you kept your eyes closed as you felt him grab your hand again this time there was a slight pull. "Darling you can open your eyes."

When you opened them you were awestruck with the sight in front of you. Farie lights had been hung from the rafters causing a warm glow around the balcony, ivy and white flowers hand been drapped on the walls givingbthe whole place a cozy feel. You looked at Loki noticing him kneeling in front of you, you opened your mouth to make a comment but quicky shut it not wanting to ruin the moment.

"Y/n Barton there is no one else I would rather travel the nine realms with but you, I would walk across time and space to see you smile. Would you please do me the honor of being my princess? My Queen? For all eternity? Will you marry me?" He pulled out a small black box for his pocket and opened it revealing a silver band entwind with a beautiful type of black metal a small emerald sat nestled between the two holding the jewel in place. Your eyes shot up to his and tears started to flow. You didnt trust you voice in that moment son you simply shook your head.

He was on his feet in no time easily slipping the band on your finger before wrapping his arms around your waist pulling you close to him. You placed your hands on either side of his face pulling him into you for a kiss. "Yes." You mumbled aginst his lips as he smiled into the kiss. "A million times yes!"

"We are going to have a wedding!" Thor yelled from the open door causing you both to jump. You looked up in time to see everyone that had been in the living room crowed around watching the two of you. "Lady y/n, a fine sister you will make!" Thor beamed picking you up into a crushing hug.

"You can have her! Ive had her as a sister long enough." Clint said beside you as he leaned down to kiss you cheek. "Congrats sis."

"You knew didnt you?" You smiled.

"Of course I did. Hes kinda old school, asked if it would be ok if he asked you. Nice guy, once you get past the whole mind control thing." You smacked his in the chest.

"In my defence you did try to shoot me woth an arrow that exploded." Loki said wrapping his arm around your waist.

"Ill take back the approval to marry my sister." He saod looking straight at him.

"No you wont, ive already said yes. Besides he really makes me happy. Truly honestly happy." You smiled looking up at Loki giving him another kiss.

~~~~~~

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TITLE: i’m good, i love you Series: why are you sorry? it’s not your fault you don’t love me [see previous work] Pairing: taekook/kookv/vkook (Kim Taehyung & Jeon Jungkook) Rating: PG13 Genre: angst but you’ll live Word Count: 2,029 Trigger Warning/s: swearing(?), one or two sentences of questioning self worth but not too graphic Cross-posted on: AO3/dtgloss

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∟ unbeta-ed ∟ the requests for a sequel for the first one was from a long time ago and im p sure when they said requests they were hoping for a fluff one but i wasnt in the mood for fluffy when i did this so...

Summary:   the difference between want and have is you

his eyes roam the words carefully printed on the wall, on the lower left part of the painting. it is where the title, date and artist are usually placed.

a piece of me is always found right beside you it follows you wherever you go it’s lonely from what i see where i stay far from you

alone.

taehyung, these days, is alone.

he is used to it but routine never makes it okay to be alone.

his sadness should not be a routine but, oh well, it is.

he stays in his average house that’s one in the lined town houses in the village. the area itself is decongested, only the people habituating each house goes in and out of their little village and everyone is almost familiar, if not knows, each other.

his own house in particular looks lived on. more so on the side of used but not so worn out. maybe the walls are not as white and clean as they used to be, a few scratches and dirts that got on it as days pass by but no ceiling has started falling down unprompted and everything works how they’re assigned to function.

taehyung would like to think he’s more sad than alone. he still has friends anyway but friends cannot always live with you on your house guised under the cover of it being a sleepover that turns into days.

but friends just like him have their own personal matters and cannot always be with him. he understands when hoseok cannot stay for more than two days and has to leave just before lunch to meet up with a close friend of his, one from outside of their group of friends so taehyung can’t have the option to ask to come with. he understands when jimin cannot come on days he’s asking him to and sometimes comes on a saturday instead of his friday night invite.

when he’s so down, he thinks he’s not entitled to his friends times but they assure him it’s not the case.

so no, he is not alone.

he goes over to the next display, going over the sculpture itself and then to the artist description posed near the display. the sculpture itself is a form that resembles a man that is slightly haunched, although it takes more than a second to realize as the form only captures the head to chest of a human body, but considering that the back part of it protrudes slightly the way a man would when lax. the main body is that of charcoal color but it was designed to portray a visual effect of a dripping paint from its head, represented with different colors which are bright enough to contrast its dark body.

the display is almost familiar and it has been staring at him longer than he stared at it.

the title is printed in bold, a sinner

love is not a sin but my thoughts about you and the way i see the word love around you is

taehyung moves on to another display, it being a worn out stack of paper that looks as if it has 300 pages of a4’s binded by a clip. he steps closer to it to inspect, knowing displays are off limits and can only be appreciated through the eyes, he skims over the word of what he found out would be a script of some sort.

he reads,

i’m drunk, i love you

the difference between want and have is you

he walks over to the last one if its placement by the exit is anything to go by, just like the last one he’s looked over, it’s a display with a single ring in the middle.

all alone

and it sits there as if it has been assigned to mock him and the ring that sits on the very bottom and far end of a box full of things he doesn’t need but can’t seem to throw away.

he reads the title and wow, yes. it’s definitely mocking him. he had been giving it the benefit of the doubt but the title is the last straw. this whole exhibit is out to mock him.

taehyung thinks he’s being over dramatic. but he also thinks this last display is offensive to him, absolutely personal.

—

taehyung sits at home, eyes on the tv he has playing as he waits for night time news.

it seems like the words of the last display he went to see that day have been imprinted on his brain, on the wall in front of him, on the ceiling as he looks up, when he close his eyes.

—

Once you told me, your eyes are always on me.

And you did, you took care of me.

Because you are that kind of person.

You put me before you.

All the time.

Which is why you are the best.

To be honest, I would not even put me before me.

—

taehyungiehyungihyung,

have you been well? i hope you are. the longest time i’ve been away from you is now and still counting— the present. the second one would be during Christmas breaks because you and your family spend it on your relatives home alternately and don’t come back until after new years. anyway... is your hair longer now? i hope it is and i hope you dont cut it. i seem to have a lot of hopes.

im packing up for a trip to a long trail not too far from here. they said it was too pretty to pass up and you get to reach the clouds.

, jungkook

taehyung reads the letter. he received it yesterday late afternoon and it doesnt have a date. jungkook often forgets to write dates so he assumes they were written at least three days ago.

it wasnt the first letter he received. he doesnt keep count but he has a few kept behind his door where he puts his mails.

in the first letter, jungkook said its best to not have taehyung write back. he goes from one place to another, he said. so, taehyung merely reads them and keeps them.

in the first letter, he also said about his sudden departure. he wanted to be away for a while and he knows his best friend would need him for the wedding so he decided to do it after. he didnt even get to say goodbye and only got a whiff of the younger when the letter came that day.

jungkook didnt say why he left and where he went. he just did. right after taehyung’s wedding, he packed up and went away from taehyung’s vicinity as far as he could.

does he know? taehyung asks. does he know i’m not married anymore?

—

his divorce with minji was something that stemmed off a petty thing.

falling out of love is a petty thing.

but, he guesses, they both cannot trap themselves in a house they’re not happy in anymore.

it was sudden, the divorce.

minji told him that she doesnt feel the same anymore. they agreed to stay off the house and after more than a week of a cool off she said she doesnt feel anything at all.

in taehyung’s case, he did not feel it the same way minji did. he only noticed once minji told him she felt that way. it made him feel that the heaviness in the room when they’re both in it was a foreboding for something.

taehyung is a giving lover. the time away from minji made him think a lot. he knows he doesn’t have a choice but to agree on the separation. forbid his thoughts, but he doesn’t want the time to come when the both of them completely falls out of love and seeks warmth from another person and then go home at night to sleep in the same bed.

he texts minji, because as accepting as he is about the decision, he’s not too keen watching a soon to be ex wife pack up and leave.

both of them were gradually moving out their personal items from the house. properties they bought with their shared money will be sold as secondhand items and some are donated.

in between moving out and settling in to a new apartment, he’s had namjoon and jimin with him and if yoongi has extra time mostly at night, he helps sort out his things.

he knew there was a missing person. he wanted to tell jungkook about it.

but jungkook wasn’t there.

—

until one day, jungkook is back.

suddenly, he’s there attending the dinner party for jin’s birthday, sat beside hoseok.

he casted him wary glances throughout the night. at some point he was even referencing to taehyung like everything’s so normal, but taehyung knows it’s just a very jungkook way of letting him know ‘i’m here and i will talk to you and acknowledge your presence whether you like it or not’. taehyung isn’t one for being petty so he went along with it. thankfully, their friends don’t seem to give too much thought into their two other friends sat on the opposite sides of the table.

the next day, jungkook seems to have arrived in taehyung’s new home at the same time a delivery for taehyung came. it eased jungkook’s nerves that he doesn’t have to go through knocking and then purposefully being ignored.

“did you order anything?” jungkook asks just as the delivery person makes their leave.

“i went and bought some essential oils.” taehyung silently gestures for the other to come in and jungkook did, locking the door behind him.

“how are you, taehyungie?” jungkook was sat in front of taehyung in the living room. there’s only the makeshift coffee table and some mats on the floor to sit on since taehyung have yet to buy a sofa.

“tired these days. in between work and unpacking. i’m jealous of kids who do nothing when they’re moving into a new home because they get a free pass to not do things around.” taehyung pouts silently, looking at the soda in can at hand while he traces a finger on the lid.

jungkook chuckles at that and after, no one speaks until, “i’ve heard about it.”

when taehyung makes no motion to respond to it, jungkook continues, “jimin hyung mentioned it to me one time that they were helping you move out so i asked... sorry.”

“it’s okay. i had friends who helped me. i got by.” taehyung winces.

“i wasn’t.” jungkook says, the here that follows hangs in the air which they know would follow.

“you were busy.” taehyung says instead.

jungkook would retaliate but he knows there’s no point.

“i sent you an invite to my exhibit. you went?” jungkook asks, hopeful.

“i did.”

“you didn’t insist to text me or write. i kind of assumed you would once you see it, but it’s okay. at least you did go to it.” jungkook pats his own thigh lightly to distract him.

“i wouldn’t know what to say. at the wedding, and even before that. i would feel something but i didn’t want to be that person and assume. i could be seeing it wrong, i don’t know.” taehyung rambles. “but then the other boys would also drop a few comments here and then.” and it’s true. sometimes jin would say teasing words and taehyung only acts as if he doesn’t get it and sometimes, he acts as if he didn’t hear it at all.

“you were happy. i don’t have any excuse.” jungkook whispers.

“now-“

“now what?”

“i guess to some extent, i liked you back. but i didn’t see it until now so i’m not going to rush this and jump into a relationship with you right away. it’s not fair to the both of us.”

“i understand. after all, your divorce is not yet finalized. i’d be here for you but i’m not gonna distract you from it.” jungkook assures him and that’s all he needs. everything will be okay.

“i know it’s the last day of your exhibit today. wanna go together?” taehyung smiles at jungkook and indeed, everything’s okay.

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MallekWeek2020 Day 1 Writing Prompt

Day 1: What happened after Mallek's Friendsim route

(AO3)

If someone told you you would be spending your evening on the less dirty side of a couch belonging to a guy who genuinely thought you were a robot when he met you, you probably would have absolutely believed it. Honestly, you might have felt some relief knowing you would get a break from the usual life-threatening antics. Things might have started out weird, but chilling on someone’s couch was a nice change of pace. Even if there is a giant snake staring at you from across the room, seemingly unblinking. Can snakes blink? Do alien snakes blink? You don’t think this one does at least. You hope Mallek comes back soon.

The two of you had gone for a dip in some sewer water, willingly and otherwise, and had come back up to his apartment to get cleaned up. He offered to let you shower first since he did push you. You let him know you weren’t holding a grudge or anything, but he insisted. You did get a much needed change of clothes out of it though, so that was nice. You offered to see yourself out after your shower, not wanting to overstay your welcome, but he said it was cool. You are now wondering if he was just saying that to be polite. You mean, other people haven’t had much of a problem telling you to fuck off, but you think you are really feeling a friendship from him and you don’t want to risk it losing it because you can’t take a hint. You guess it is too late now, since while you were weighing your option, he enters the room.

Mallek plops down next to you on the couch and you look up at him and give him a friendly smile. You thank him again for being cool about the whole robot and palmhusk in the water thing, but he stops you.

“dude; its cool; you already apologized; were good;”

You relax a bit more at the reaffirmation. People have done worse for less and he felt bad enough to make it up to you. Maybe you are just waiting for the other shoe to drop?

“anyways; im hungry and am getting delivery; what do you want;”

Wait you’re getting fed? Oh he doesn’t have to do that and you don’t have anything to chip in right now an-

“i didnt really expect you to have money; im buying;”

You don’t have to do that, you’re good, you even ate today!

He shoots you a look of concern. Maybe you saying it like that was less than reassuring that you’re “good.”

“im not just going to eat in front of you; come on; plus my original plans fell through;”

You’re about to ask what when he nudges you with an easygoing smile. Oh, he was probably hoping to mess with a robot.

“here; what sounds good to you; i pulled up grubhub;”

What.

“oh yeah you = alien; you can get food off of it; here;”

He shows you his palmhusk and you scoot closer to see the screen. What the actual fuck. How is this a universal constant? Like you know they have a kind of bug theme going on and slap the word grub on things in ways you don’t really get. This still is a lot for you though. He is explaining it to you and you stop him. You fill him in. He chuckles and seems to be amused by this.

“that = weird dude; how about the food;”

Nope, the food is still eluding you. Some stuff seems to have Earthen equivalents and just have bugs or grubs on them or something. Others you have no idea what to make of. He can get whatever he thinks is good and you’re cool with getting whatever he is gets. He puts an order in.

“sure; but grubs = the best part;”

You disagree.

He laughs, “dibs on yours then;”

They’re all his.

You smile at him and it feels easy to do. You ask what you two are doing until then.

“how about a movie; = you cool with that”

Sure!

Okay, you are actually really pumped about this. A movie night with some delivery? That sounds like a really fun night. This is something actually you want to do, instead of just getting through to try to be his friend. You tell him to choose whatever, you haven’t seen anything other than a few romcoms anyways. Plus, him asking you to choose between two movies would take him ten minutes just to get through the titles. He chuckles at this and starts flipping through titles.

“do you like action movies;”

Yeah.

“how about bad ones;”

Like a really cheesy movie?

“yeah;”

Sounds fun. But you haven’t seen a lot of Alternian media, so whatever he picks is going to inform your opinion of his species. No pressure.

You hope he gets that this is a joke. Joking has felt easy to do with him so far and you want to keep doing it. You would hate to ruin it by saying the wrong thing and having him tell you to get out. By the way he is laughing though, he seems to appreciate it.

He grins at you, “okay; then this is going to be accurate as hell; enjoy;”

You’re ready for it.

Except you aren’t because there is a knock on the door. Mallek starts to get up, but you tell him you can at least grab it for him since he ordered it. You bound up to the door and open it with a delivery guy reading off the order for you to confirm. You realize you don’t know what Mallek ordered and the delivery guy looks up when you don’t answer. You also then realize he wasn’t expecting to see an alien answering a highblood’s door, based off of how he was looking at you. To his credit, he doesn’t drop the food. You just just grab it and thank him, basically slamming the door in his face with mild panic. You turn around and Mallek is there. You two look at each other and he doubles over. His laughter is contagious and soon you are too. You eventually collect yourself.

You feel bad, you know the poor guy doesn’t get paid enough for that.

“hes fine; does everyone do that when they see you;”

Depends on if they’re looking for a robot or not.

He chuckles and shakes his head. You settle back onto the couch with him with some plates and pop the box open. You see what looks like a very creative interpretation of pizza covered in mostly plants. And grubs. Cool. You grab a slice and start picking them off. It tastes good, not what you were expecting, but not bad. You grab another slice.

“how = it;”

You let him know you like it.

“enough to try it with grubs;”

Absolutely not.

He grabs one of the ones you picked off of your plate and into his mouth, “suit yourself;”

The two of you get back to watching the movie and you get comfortable. It has so many explosions and unrealistic combat scenes. Which you feel you now have the authority to judge based off what you’ve seen with Skyyla, Remele, Konyyl, Azdaja, and wow actually this is a concerning amount of violence you’ve seen. Hope that doesn’t have any long term consequences.

The acting is also just so bad. Like you know very little about quadrants, but based off of that and how prickly trolls can be, this is forced as hell. They have no chemistry in a love or hate way. God Polypa would be having a field day with this one. The characters are just. A lot. Some douchey main, secondary buddy dude, the veteran, romantic lead. There are so many cliches and you are having fun hating it, wait, did you just accidentally understand kissmesitude? Because of this shitty movie? Damn it.

There is one hacker character who does tech stuff for the leads. He uses a bunch of technical sounding jargon that you suspect means nothing based off of how Mallek is rolling his eyes. You don’t feel too bad interrupting the riveting dialogue.

So did any of that mean anything?

“fuck no; none of that made sense;”

You continue watching it, curling up fully on the couch now. More explosions and fight scenes. You wonder if humans and trolls have more in common than you originally thought just because of how you share so many tropes, just spun a bit differently. The hacker character utters, “I’m in,” and you can’t help it and smirk.

That’s you.

“that = me; you = right;”

This is easy and you like it, Just dumb side commentary during dumb movies.

Seriously, have you ever hacked anything and said “I’m in”?

“no;” he pauses and smiles at you, “but i have thought it;”

You wouldn’t be a real information specialist if you didn’t.

You grab another slice and immediately put the grubs on Mallek’s plate. The hero saves the day and triumphs doing some backflips off of a burning building. The buddy makes a joke that falls flat. The two kiss. Everyone is happy and the credits roll.

You look over at Mallek, sprawled out on the couch, legs on top of yours. He seems to always keep up a cool demeanor, but this is probably the first time you’ve seen him be genuinely relaxed. You wish you could be that relaxed, you were having fun, you really were, but the movie was over now and you didn’t know where that left you. As reluctant as you are to break the silence, you do.

So the movie is done now, do you want me to help clean up before I go?

“it = getting late; do you want to go;”

You hope you aren’t reading too far into this but you think he maybe doesn’t want you to leave yet.

You were down to watch another one if he was.

“Sweet; i =”

You were actually having a lot of fun.

He raises an eyebrow at you when you make this admission.

“Actually;”

Wait, by that you me-

“im just messing with you; yeah; i havent had a movie day with friends in a while; it = nice;”

He said friend! You were beaming at him. He returned the look albeit more tiredly.

“= you ready for the next one;”

You nodded and he pressed play.

[brandithecrystalgem]

Intruder Alert!

O-KAY! So, this is my addition to the From Wakanda, With Love series. I’m posting a little early because I’ve been roped into going out this weekend! 

I had one helluva time writing this, as I haven’t written any fiction in like...10-ish years, and I haven’t written any fanfiction since the days of the msn group message boards. But, as much as I doubted my skills through this whole process, ya’ll will probably see more from me every now and then, once I really figure out this style of mine. ALSO! Tips, criticisms, feedback, alldat is welcome.

So, without further ado - here it is!

Characters: Erik x Black OC

Warnings: None, really. A bit of cursing in the dialogue, brief mention of smut but nothing that’ll get you steamy.

Word Count: ≈ 1700

Prompt: #27 - The only time I’m ever at peace is when you’re not here, breaking everything in my house.

It was the perfect Saturday.

The frigid Cambridge winter finally broke to give way to a balmy spring, and with the opening of a curtain, the sun’s soft rays lit up the once dreary apartment. Erik, clad only in black sweatpants, sat wide legged on his couch. A copy of The New Jim Crow lay unopened on the wooden coffee table as he lounged with his eyes closed, head bobbing gently to the sounds of Maxwell’s Ascension pumping through his speakers. He felt Gouda, his 2 year old tortoiseshell cat, walk across his lap, and assumed she was making her way to her preferred spot on the windowsill. His eyes popped open in surprise when he felt her plop down and curl up next to him. With a gentle smile on his face, Erik closed his eyes once more and began to delicately pet his favorite feline just as his playlist switched to Groove Theory’s Tell Me.  

It had been months since he had a weekend where he didn’t have any obligations to fulfill, or errands to run, or papers to grade, so he was going to enjoy it by doing absolutely nothing. Midterms were over so the frantic emails he’d usually receive from his students had died down, at least for the weekend. Not that he’d be responding to them today, anyway.

Erik’s head gently swayed to the music as he began thinking about what he’d be eating for dinner. The night before he’d run out to a butcher’s shop in Boston to get, what he considered, the best short ribs in the entire metro area and a bottle of A.P Vin pinot noir, a wine he’d come to enjoy during his unnecessarily frequent “networking” events the department chair “strongly suggested” he attend.

He already had the rest of the ingredients necessary for his red wine braised short ribs, and he was finally getting the chance to use the dutch oven he bought during a Black Friday sale. He briefly opened his eyes to check the time on the clock above the tv, making a mental note to start preparations for his meal in about two hours.

Yes, it was the perfect Saturday.

A knock at the door took Erik’s attention away from his food fantasies and caused one of Gouda’s ears to perk up in awareness. He wasn’t expecting anyone, so he opted to ignore the knock. He figured it was the annoying ass white man who lived across the hall coming over to complain about his “urban” music as he had many times before. Erik had half a mind to get up and increase the volume on the iHome out of pure pettiness, but his position on the couch was far too comfortable to abandon.

A minute went by before another set of knocks came, louder and longer than the first. Erik’s eyes shot open as he and his feline companion both turn to look at the door, because surely whomever it is has lost their minds.

Begrudgingly, Erik stood and made his way over to the door to look out the peephole before sighing heavily and dramatically. So much for his perfect Saturday…

Opening the door he’s met with Simone Michael’s bright, devilish smile. The yellow romper she wore contrasted beautifully with her deep brown skin, and her hair sat on top of her head in a giant puff. The large tan leather tote she carried everywhere except for formal events was clutched under her right arm, one of the straps falling. Erik thought she looked adorable, however, she did not fit in with his perfect Saturday plans.

The pair met back in the fall semester at a grad student networking mixer. Simone was an architectural student who happened to live a few apartments down the hall. Even with the geographical convenience, she and Erik saw each other infrequently due to their busy schedules, but still managed to build a mutually beneficial situationship. Truly, they had fun together. Erik knew he could always hit her up for a good time, whether in or out of the bedroom. Still, as fun as she was, Simone was also loud and clumsy, and therefore in direct opposition to the serenity he pictured for his day.   

Her glossy lips pursed together in a smirk when she realized Erik didn’t seem at all happy to see her..

“So...you gonna let me in?” Simone asked with a tilt of her head and batting of her eyelashes. With another heavy sigh he opened the door wider to move to the side so she could come through. She glides in just as D’Angelo’s How Does it Feel begins to play through his speaker, her hips involuntarily swaying to the guitar riffs as she sits her bag down. If Erik hadn’t been thinking of ways to get rid of her without doing irreparable damage to their relationship, his hands would have very voluntarily found their way to her hips as she moved.

“What’s with these dramatic ass sighs?” She asked over her shoulder, hips still swaying. “Don’t think I didn’t hear that other one before you opened the door.”

With a roll of his eyes he headed back to his position on the couch, eyes scanning for Gouda only to realize she’d finally ditched him for the windowsill. He plopped down on the couch and stretched his leg out, purposefully taking up most of the sitting room.

“I was trying to have a nice, peaceful, relaxing Saturday.” Erik said, closing his eyes again, hoping she’d get the hint. “Oh, so you need some help relaxing, then?” He could hear the suggestion in her voice, she did not get the hint.

“No Simone, I don’t need ‘help relaxing’ ” he huffed. The sound of cabinets opening and glasses clinking made his eyes pop open and head snap towards the kitchen. “The hell are you doing?!?” He hoped she didn’t stumble upon his bottle of wine, because he’d definitely kick her ass out if it meant saving his short ribs.

“Well…” she continued opening cabinets until she found the box she was looking for, “you’ve been stressed and clearly need to unwind, so I’m gonna make you some tea! You know, for ‘relaxation.’ ”

With a sigh, Erik relaxed back onto the couch. “Simone, baby. I just want some peace, so Imma need you to go back down the hall.”

“Oh so, Im infringing on your peace or something?” She asked, only mildly offended.  

“The only time I’m ever at peace is when you’re not here, breaking everything in my house.” He told her outright.

“You are so damn dramatic, Erik” She scoffed. “A bitch drops one glass in the sink and suddenly I’m breaking everything in your house.”

“What about the chip in my coffee table?” He pointed directly at the chip with his eyes closed, having memorized its exact placement.

“My phone fell on it, AND CRACKED, might I add! Besides, it gives the table character.” She defended as she put the kettle full of water onto the stove.

“And what about the rip in my hanging tapestry?”

Simone’s smirk returned as she sauntered over to the couch, resting her forearms on its back. Sensing her presence, he opened his eyes and glared at her with poorly restrained annoyance.

“If I remember correctly,” she started, “you had me pushed up against the wall and we both had a grip on your little tapestry. So” her index finger moved back and forth between the two of them, “WE ripped it.”

Memories of that night made its way to the forefront of Erik’s mind, and his signature smirk almost found its way to his lips.

“Alright, that’s fair. You got that one...but what about my succulent pot that you knocked over?”

Simone made her way around the couch and crawled in between his legs until they were face to face.

“That wasn’t even me, the cat did that one”

Erik’s eyebrows shot up. How dare Simone try to frame Gouda for her clumsiness, the AUDACITY of this girl. “The cat is here every damn day and nothing gets broke, explain that!”

Her hands cupped his face, with thumbs running across his patchy beard before she shrugged. “Iono, cats be catting sometimes.” She felt his jaw tense under her palms before letting out a small giggle and gently kissing him on the lips. He attempted to move his face out of her embrace and defend Gouda’s honor, which led to her arms resting on his shoulders and only extended the lifespan of her giggles. Erik was fed up. “Nah, you gotta leave. I didn’t even want you here in the first place, but now you disrespecting family? NAH, bye!”

He nearly started pouting when she didn’t even flinch at his words.

“Now Erik, you and I both know that if you didn’t want me in here you wouldn’t have opened the door.” He scowled as a response, soliciting yet another giggle from his intruder.

The tea kettle began whistling calling Simone back to the kitchen. When she returned she had two mugs of mint green tea and was met with Erik’s perpetual frown. “You gon need to fix your face.” she told him with a chuckle as she sat the mug down next to his long forgotten book.

She sat her own mug down and made her way to her bag by the door, grabbing her tablet, and returning to curl up in Erik’s lounge chair that sat perpendicular to the couch. She sipped her tea and began working on some urban design sketches before looking up at him and saying, “Go on then, relax nigga!”

Frown diminishing only slightly, Erik grabbed the mug and took a sip before returning to his original wide legged position. This time, the sounds of Alicia Keys’ Diary washed over him mixed with the soft tapping of Simone’s stylus on her tablet. He looked over at Simone expecting her to drop the charade and start up her routine shenanigans. After a few minutes of watching her mind her own business, he let his guard down.

Erik took another sip of his tea before placing the mug back on the table and relaxing back into his position on the couch. His eyes fluttered shut before a small smile pulled at his mouth.

An *almost* perfect Saturday will have to do.

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[myrish-lace-love]

im not sure if you take requests but i was wondering if you could write a jonsa fic where sansa goes to the meeting at the dragon pit and cersei says the only way she’ll agree to jon/dany’s terms is if sansa stays in KL?

(thank you for this amazing prompt nonny! TW: brief speculation of implied violence - don’t worry, Sansa’s all right!)

***

Sansa did not sway as the crowd gasped. She would not give themthat satisfaction. Instead, she held her head high and gazed serenely at apoint on the horizon.

But shetwisted the ring on her index finger, once, before she caught herself.

No, Jon thought, no, this iswhy I pleaded with you not to come. Because I can’tprotect you. From Daenerys, or from Cersei.

Thenagain, Sansa was accustomed to Jon’s failures. Jon was Warden of the North now,not a king any longer, and sworn to serve Daenerys Targaryen. He’d bent theknee to save their kingdom.

And yet, they were still trapped, waiting on Cersei Lannister’spledge, because Daenerys Targaryen’s encounter with the Night King had not quelledher ambition for the Iron Throne.

Cerseidrummed her fingers on her chair, awaiting Jon’s answer. The audience hadfallen silent, and only the occasional dragon’s cry overhead filtered throughthe muggy air. Sansa tried to catch Jon’s eye. Perhaps this was a sacrifice shewas willing to make. Perhaps he should not take that choice away from her. Shehad as much right to offer herself up for the North as Jon did.

But Jonwas selfish, and weak, and could not let her go.

Cersei clearedher throat. She was not a patient woman. “What is your answer, Jon Snow?”

Hewanted to say: You will never have her.“In the matter of this Great War, we need to come together. We need to trusteach other,” he said to Cersei. And Sansa.

Sansa. Please.Hear me. Remember. I will not leave you here to die.

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Cersei smirked,a quirk of her lips like a self-satisfied cat. “No alliance can proceed withouttrust. I would, of course, trust Ned Stark’s son to keep his word.”

Jon swallowed,a bitter taste in his mouth mixed with the dust of the Dragonpit. He needed tobe smarter than Robb. Smarter than father. A slow realization overtook him. Hehad a currency he could spend. A legacy he could lean on. For the first timeduring this cursed parley, he felt a glimmer of hope.

He could lie, and be believed.A gift from Ned Stark, beyond the grave.

In astadium of hostile players, each doubting the other’s words, his promise would be takenas true. Cersei’s mistake was assuming Jon was still bound to his word. Thatshe’d boxed him into doing his duty.

Butwhen Jon saw Sansa twist her ring again, he knew that duty was dead to him, ashin his mouth.

“Thenwe accept,” he said, checking only for Sansa’s reaction as the crowd murmuredaround him. He saw the faintest of smiles on Sansa’s lips, and that emboldenedhim. “On one condition. We take Jaime Lannister in exchange for Sansa Stark.”

Cerseipressed her lips into a thin line. “He is the commanding general of my armies.”

And your lover, Jonthought. You will suffer too, Cersei,because pain is power, and power is all you understand. “Aye. Armies youhave pledged to the defense of the realm until the Northern threat is dealtwith. He would be an honored member of our war council.”

Cerseifolded her hands neatly in her lap. “Very well. Sansa Stark will be an honoredguest in King’s Landing as long as Jaime remains safe.”

Jon wasno fool. Cersei had no intention of keeping her end of the bargain. Jaime’ssafety might stay her hand for a while - Jon was counting on that much - buther cruelty and malice would win in the end. He saw the greedy light in hereyes when she glanced over at Sansa.

Cersei curled her hand underher chin. “Sansa will be well taken care of. We’ll ensure she has accommodationsbefitting her rank.”

Like Arianne Martell? Aquestion Jon had wanted to ask, before Daenerys had stayed his hand. Jon didnot know what had happened to Arianne, but he could guess. Were her bonesrotting in the Red Keep now? Or was she still screaming for her life as herflesh burned?

You’ll never win this way, Jon. You’ll onlydrive yourself mad. Your fears will not help you get Sansa back. Stay focused. 

Theonly way to win was to give Sansa up, even if it broke his heart to do it. Heprayed to the gods that this was the right choice.

“Then we accept,” Jon said.

Cersei inclined her head. “Done.”

“May we say goodbye?” Sansaasked, voice trembling. There were tears in Sansa’s eyes. For one horriblemoment Jon thought he’d misjudged, and Sansa hated him for the choice he’d made.

Then understanding coursed through him. The tears were to please Cersei, to seal the bargain, and to sell itsvalue.

Cerseinodded graciously. “Yes of course. I’ll take a moment to bid my brothergoodbye as well.”

Cersei took her brother’s hand, and kissed Jaime deeply as low murmursreverberated through the arena. Even Daenerys was distracted, her mouthhanging open.

Sansawalked calmly over to Jon. “Goodbye, brother,” she said. She held out her armsand Jon walked into them.

Sansa huggedhim gently. Jon’s body was on fire, but that was his shame to endure. Hetried to memorize her scent, the sweet feel of her in his arms, because nothingwas certain in a time of war.

I’ll come for you, hewanted to say, but it would only disappoint her.

Sansa whisperedin his ear. “Well done, Jon.”

“I hateit,” he said hoarsely, aware that but for Cersei’s display, all eyes would be fixedon the embrace he and Sansa shared. He was holding her too close, had his handwrapped in her hair, but he couldn’t stop, couldn’t stop. “I hate leaving youhere Sansa. You’ve lived this nightmare before. I never wanted you to have tosee her again.”

“We allhave nightmares to face,” Sansa said, and she sounded like Catelyn in thatmoment, like Ned. “Winter is here, and so is the Night King.”

“Briennestays with you,” Jon said fiercely. “You need protection.”

“Brienneis not yours to command,” Sansa said, the corners of her eyes crinkling. Her braveryand strength, in the midst of their enemies, was a mystery and an inspirationall at once.  “She is my sworn shield,remember?”

Jon wasabashed. “I do. But please, ask her to stay with you. Sansa I-“ His throatclosed. “I can’t bear to think what they’ll do to you. Inflict on you.”

Sansapaled slightly. “Brienne is a valued member of your war council.” She glancedover at Cersei, who was talking to the monster that was the Mountain.

Please, Jon begged silently. Please keep Brienne by your side. Give methat much comfort.

Sansaswallowed as the Mountain shifted in his clanking armor. “Yes, she’ll stay withme. But you mustn’t worry about us Jon. Win our home back. Save the north. Saveour people.”

“I will always worry, Sansa,” he said, and herface softened.

He wanted to get down on oneknee in front of her. He wanted to kiss her hand, and her mouth, to clutch hertightly to him.

But she was his sister, and hewas a warrior, and they both had parts to play.

“Thenwin quickly,” she said, and kissed him on the cheek. It was a deliberatecontrast to Cersei’s display of affection – chaste and proper. It was a move inthe game, and he did not close his eyes to savor it. She stepped back, and was instantlysurrounded by Lannister guards. Jon flexed his sword hand to keep from drawingLongclaw as Sansa was swallowed in a sea of red and gold.

Brienne dropped Jaime Lannister next to Jon. Jon could have sworn Brienne had carried Jaimeover by the scruff of his neck, and Jaime hadn’t minded.

“You’ve made Robb Stark’s bargainat last. The Kingslayer for Lady Catelyn’s daughter.  Well struck, Lord Snow.” For all his bravado, Jaime Lannister still lookedshaken by the wight that had clawed for Cersei’s face. He was a seasoned battle commander.He understood what one hundred thousand undead soldiers meant. As much as Jondespised him, his insight would be helpful.

“IfCersei harms her, I’ll cut your head from your shoulders,” Jon growled.

Jaimetilted his head. His green eyes danced. “No death by dragon fire? Pity, I’dbeen hoping for a more dramatic exit.” A man who doesn’t fear his own death,Jon thought. Then again, neither did Jon. He only feared the deaths of those heloved.

Withthe players moved across the cyvasse board, the details of the truce weresettled. Jon, Cersei and Daenerys exchanged ringing words about trustand commitment and the safety of the realm. All of them were well-spoken lies. Jondug his fingernails into his palm to keep his eyes on Cersei, rather than Sansa.

The pact sealed, Jon’s partymade preparations to go. He held himself together until the Lannisters left the Dragonpit. The sight of Sansa’s auburn hair fading into blackness, asthe maw of the arena door swallowed her whole, tore Jon apart. They’d wonback the North, only to trap her here in the South.

***

Tyrion and Daenerys bothpraised him on the way home.

“You’vefinally learned to play the great game,” Tyrion said, raising his glass astheir boat swayed on the rough sea. Jon smiled tightly, and said nothing.

As soon as he had Daenerys inplace and committed to flying North, as soon as his forces were set in motion,he would steal Rhaegal, and fly to the Red Keep.

Because Sansa Stark belonged withhim, in Winterfell. Jon needed her in the very marrow of his bones, even if hedidn’t understand the why of it, and he was willing to forsake duty and honorand the war itself to bring her back.

[maliasass]

for prompts, how about nico x karolina and their first tattoos? im always a slut for ladies with tattoos

kira mae! fuck yeah! this is a 10/10 prompt yes please and thank you! also ily!

two disclaimers:

1. i know approximately zero (0) things about tattoos lmao so just role with it

2. lately i feel like all my writing has been 90% dialogue and so i tried to combat that and instead this ended up being like 90% description and 10% plot so ??? just roll with it

anyway hope you enjoy babe… this takes place some time in the future i guess and theyre magically 18 and have time for this

(send me a prompt, any prompt)

The room was lit with the kind of harsh florescent lights that seem to create more shadows than light, the kind that made Karolina recall the seedy dive bars and alleyways lit by only a single bulb that swung back and forth unsteadily in which she had spent a disproportionate amount over the past year. In the incandescent light, Nico’s face seemed to glow, and her hair appeared an inky blue instead of its classic raven black, so that Karolina was tempted to run her hands through it, just to see if her fingertips would come out stained. However, Karolina’s one free hand was already entangled in Nico’s, while her other arm rested on the flat tray attached to the hard leather chair she was anxiously sitting in.

“Are you sure about this?” Nico asked, looking up at Karolina from the chair she had pulled over.  Her thumb absentmindedly rubbed circles in Karolina’s palm, a quietly intimate gesture that Karolina always found soothing.

Karolina nodded, her ponytail bobbing up and down as she did. “I already left my church, ran away, fought my mom, became a fugitive, and started dating a pagan who wears black lipstick all the time. I might as well take the final step in my teenage rebellion, right?” Her tone was teasing, but she really was sure. She wanted- needed- something permanent to mark her rebellion, something to mark her as the New Karolina, not the obedient, ever-smiling church girl, but the freak of nature who couldn’t be stopped, who fought for what was right and loved who she wanted. Maybe it was stupid, but that way, whatever happened, she wouldn’t go back to being that same naïve, scared girl.

“I think we’ve already checked all the boxes in teenage rebellion.” Nico said dryly, and Karolina cracked a smile at that. For all her dreary exterior, Nico always seemed to have a way of making Karolina’s heart flutter with happiness.

“I guess we have.” Karolina agreed. They had certainly checked more than most, and it turned out teenage rebellion wasn’t quite like in the movies. There was a lot more running from the law and sleeping in the dirt than she had been led to expect (or maybe that was only when your parents were basically super villains).

“At least one good thing came out of it.” Nico said, squeezing Karolina’s hand as she did, and that made Karolina smile even wider. Nico was right, after all. Maybe their lives were basically a giant shithole, but without it all, they might have never found each other.

Before their conversation could continue, the tattoo artist, a burly man who pretty much looked like the first the first image that would come up if you googled “tattoo artist”, returned, apparently having retrieved whatever tools he needed (Karolina knew exactly nothing about tattoos, which maybe meant she shouldn’t be getting one, but, hey, she had made plenty of extensively well thought-out decisions before, and look where they had gotten her).

“Do you have a picture?” He asked, his voice surprisingly high pitched for his body.

Karolina nodded, and pulled the crumbled scrap of paper she had been saving out of her jeans pocket (actually, it was just half a napkin from the Burger King in the next town over), and handed it to the man. Gert had done the script for her, as it surprisingly turned out that she had the best handwriting out of all of them. “Is that okay?” She asked, as the man studied the paper. She was sure he didn’t usually work of napkins.

“Just peachy,” He said, sounding not at all sarcastic. Karolina was starting to like him. “Do you want to do yours at the same time?” He asked, nodding at Nico, “We have another artist in back.”

Nico looked to Karolina, the silent question of ‘do you want me to stay with you?’ in her soft eyes (it was funny how the more time you spent with someone, the less you needed words).  

“Go ahead.” Karolina said. She felt embarrassingly like a little kid about the get a shot. She had withstood her evil super alien father magically blasting her half to death, she was pretty sure she could handle this without Nico holding her hand (as much as she enjoyed feeling Nico’s hand in hers- it always felt like home). Nico raised her eyebrows, and extra ‘are you sure?’, and Karolina nodded at her.

“Sure.” Nico told the man with a shrug, and he led her over to a chair across the room, before returning to Karolina.

“This your first tattoo?” The man asked Karolina, while beginning to sterilize her wrist.

“That obvious?” Karolina replied. She had gotten a little rougher around the edges since being on the run: her ponytail was tangled and matted, her clothes looked far from new, she was smudged with dirt and bruises, and she certainly didn’t smell like roses, but apparently she still had that shiny church girl image.  

The man shrugged. “I can almost always spot a first-timer. You all have a certain smell or something.” He laughed lightly, and Karolina felt more at ease. “You ready?” He asked, “I promise it doesn’t hurt that much.”

Karolina nodded. “I’m going to look away though, no offense.”

“None taken.” He said, with another short laugh.

Karolina turned her focus towards Nico, who was lounging in her chair with the casual confidence that she always had. That was one of the reasons Karolina had fallen in love with Nico. Karolina had spent so long stuck in one box, unaware of who she even was, but Nico had never been afraid to be herself. After everything that had happened to her, so was so damn strong.

Karolina heard a buzzing noise first, and then the tingling started on her arm. The tattoo artist was right, it didn’t hurt that much. It was uncomfortable, sure, but Karolina was pretty damn tough. She could certainly grit her teeth and bear it.

The man hummed as he worked, but Karolina kept her focus on Nico, both because it was a nice distraction, and because she could watch Nico all day long.

Nico chatted briefly with another man, and then slipped one arm out of her shirt, exposing part of her back. After that she had to turn around, so that her back was facing Karolina.

Karolina didn’t really mind. She loved every part of Nico, and was happy watching just a sliver of skin on her back. She watched the tattoo artist begin to make careful markings on Nico’s smooth skin, and watched the way Nico’s body tensed and untested, the way her shoulders moved slightly with every breath. Everything about Nico fascinated her, and Karolina barely noticed what was going on with her own arm.

Karolina’s tattoo was finished first, and so she made her way over to Nico, circling around the back of Nico’s chair so that she could see Nico’s face again.

“Hi.” Karolina said softly.

“Are you going to show me?” Nico asked, raising an eyebrow at her.

Karolina held up her wrist, which was currently covered with a bandaged. “Later, I guess.” Karolina said.

“I look forward to it.” Nico replied. “What would our parents think of us?”

“I don’t know.” Karolina responded, the same teasing tone in her voice. “We have to join a gang now, right?”

“I guess so.” Nico said. “We’re true delinquents now.” They usually avoided talking about their parents as much as possible, and it felt weirdly good to mention them so casually, so jokingly, as if they were average kids who were really worried about their parents killing them for getting tattoos. It was one of those rare moments of normalcy that both of them craved, and so often found in each other.

“All done,” The tattoo artist announced, and a couple of minutes later they were all paid up and back on the street, just a couple of tatted-up juvenile delinquents in love.

Karolina wasn’t sure what she stared at more during the rest of the day, the bandage on her own wrist or the one on Nico’s shoulder.

She had plenty of time to stare at both, because the two of them ended up alone at that clearing where the whole group was currently camping out at the moment. Gert and Chase had been out investigating a lead on their parents all day, and as soon as Nico and Karolina returned to watch over the site, Molly and Alex headed out to try and scrounge up some food.

They were sitting on an old log that was rotting near the edge of clearing, Nico’s head resting easily in the crook of Karolina’s neck, the air filled with the crackling of leaves under paws, when Nico ran a finger gently over Karolina’s bandage and said “I think we’re good now.”

“Help me take it off?” Karolina asked. She didn’t need to ask twice. Nico’s fingers pried at the tape gently, careful not to hurt Karolina as she pulled the bandage off with the patience of a surgeon.

A few seconds later, she set the bandage aside, and they both stared down at the small letters now swirling across Karolina’s wrist, “Destiny” spelled out in tight black script. It looked just like Karolina had imagined.

Nico’s face was unreadable, and Karolina was worried she thought it was dumb. “Destiny.” Nico read, her voice quieter than usual.

Karolina nodded, and bit her lip. “For the first person we couldn’t save,” Karolina said, staring down at the letters, “Our parents chose her because she wouldn’t be missed, so I figured it was up to us to remember her.” She looked up at Nico, who was still unreadable. “What do you think?”

Nico ran a gentle finger over the letters, as a small smile spread across her face. “It’s perfect.” She said, and Karolina felt warmth wash over her at the approval.

“Your turn.” Karolina said, and Nico turned around obediently, slipping her shirt off her shoulder.

Karolina tried to match Nico’s gentleness as she pulled off the bandage, taking it slow and steady. The bandage revealed a dainty black bird perched on top of Nico’s shoulder blade.

“Pretty.” Karolina commented. “Do you want me to see if we have a mirror laying around?”

Nico shook her head, and when Karolina met Nico’s eyes again, she noticed there were tears pooling in the corner of them.

Karolina instantly reached to take both of Nico’s hands in hers, giving them a squeeze. Nico so rarely was vulnerable, and Karolina instantly wanted to hold her, shelter her from whatever was wrong. “Nico?” Karolina asked carefully. She didn’t want to push.

Nico spoke up without anymore prompting, her voice raw but steady. “When my mom’s friends lost someone, she would always give them something with a cardinal, because apparently a cardinal is someone watching over you.” The few tears in her eyes rolled slowly down her cheeks, but new ones weren’t forming, “I don’t think she said that anymore, after Amy, but I figured-“ Nico trailed off, not needing to finish.

Karolina wrapped her in a hug, and then planted a light kiss on the tattoo. “It’s beautiful.” She said, and the smile returned to Nico’s face.

“Enough of that, though,” Nico said, forcing the hurt out of her tone, and redirecting the conversation with a practiced efficiency, “I have another question.”

“Oh yeah?” Karolina raised an eyebrow.“Do you think yours still shows up when-“ Instead of finishing her sentence, Nico toyed with Karolina’s church bracelet with one hand, gazing up at Karolina.

“Only one way to find out, right?” Karolina said, eyes sparkling. If Alex were there, he would say that lighting up was irresponsible, and could draw attention to them, and they needed to be extra careful, and so on. And usually Karolina would agree, but Alex wasn’t there currently, and it was only for a few seconds. Plus, they were in the middle of the woods. Unless any hippies were on a very off-trail hike, they would be fine.

With Karolina’s approval, Nico slipped the bracelet off.

The glow started slowly, a faint tingling under her skin, and then Karolina was lit up, a dazzling swirl of color and light. Nico had the same awed look on her face as when she first saw Karolina’s glow. She always told Karolina it never got old.

Karolina examined her own wrist, and then held it out for Nico to see. The tattoo was still visible among all the lights, the letters glowing a faint pink that just stood out from the skin around it.

“Whoa.” Nico said slowly, taking Karolina’s hand in her own and running her fingers over the letters again. After a moment she dropped Karolina’s hand, and then stood up on her tiptoes to softly kiss Karolina.

Karolina leaned down to meet Nico’s lips. She swore she glowed even brighter when Nico kissed her, her whole body buzzing. If they kissed for long enough, Karolina could’ve lit up the whole galaxy.

Nico slipped Karolina’s bracelet back on her wrist without breaking the kiss, whispering, “got to be careful” into Karolina’s lips.

She was right of course, but, in that moment, Karolina didn’t think she would’ve minded being arrested. She was ready to face anything with Nico. After all, they were now tattoo certified badasses. Whatever came for them, they could take it. Together.

[take-pitioss-on-me]

Just A Cup Of Ebony

Hello lovlies! I’ve got some Iggy fluff in store for y’all today! I wanted to write the next installment of the scourge series, but this idea won’t leave me alone so all aboard the fluff train today! (Also please submit some prompts to my ask box because I want to hear all your lovely ideas!)

P.S. This is set at the time that brotherhood took place.

Where did he run off to now? Your eyes frantically analyzed every inch of the long hallway that stretched before you. The entire citadel was put under lock and key by King Regis’ strict command. 

“Noctis has been grounded for his recent… midnight shenanigans. Although I fear  he’s already planning his escape, and hence why you were summoned. I need you to accompany Noctis for the day to ensure his plans do not come to fruition.” The words of your king was the only thing you could hear over the sound of your ragged breaths.

As your feet continued to pound against the marble floor as you skidded around  a corner, hoping that you might catch a glimpse of the brooding teen. The panic that was bubbling in the pit of your stomach seemed to momentarily overflow. Searching your surroundings one more time you quickly came to the realization as to why Noctis was able to loose you so easily. Not only were they all identical, but they were also in a restricted part of the citadel. A place in which you’d just gained access to this morning.

“I’m already lost, and I can kiss my job goodbye if I don’t find him.” Irritation saturated each word you mumbled to yourself. 

Just as you were about to take off down the hallway that sprawled out before you the sound of shoes clicking against the floor reached your ears. Clever prince, he must’ve been hiding until he thought I was gone. Spinning on your heels you began to bolt in the direction of the footsteps before it was too late. Although it was too late once you rounded to corner. 

The scene unraveled in slow motion before your very eyes as you were about to crash into another royal servant. The man’s green eyes had been locked onto the royal correspondents he held in one hand, but your eyes immediately locked onto the coffee cup that was in the other. You thought you heard a crack as your body careened into his. You had been sprinting so fast that it had to be the impact that knocked the wind out of you, not the electricity that you swore you felt as your skin made contact with his, right? The heat you felt spilling across your body was from the coffee that lost it’s lid during the fall, not the heat of being under his mesmerizing gaze. It had to be the fall that momentarily stopped your heart, but this time you knew it wasn’t because crashing to the ground. 

“Are you alright?” A voice immediately spoke up from beneath you.

Your eyes shot beneath to fully comprehend the image of the man you’d landed on top of. The shaggy brown locks where completely disheveled because of the tumble, and the glasses that were once securely settled upon his nose were sliding across the marble floor. Not to mention that everything was now covered in ebony, including both of you.

“Six, I am so sorry.” As if your day couldn’t have gotten any worse, you found yourself at a loss of words when starring at the beautiful man on the floor under you.

Still as tongue tied as ever, you slid off of the man and into another puddle of ebony.

“And I’m really sorry about your coffee…” Your eyes fell to the puddle you were sitting in that only added to the stains that littered your king’s glaive attire.

“Don’t worry it was just a cup of ebony.” The accent in his voice sent your pulse racing, but the small smile he shot you stopped your heart all together.

As you reciprocated the gesture the reason the sent you barreling into the man dawned upon you.

“oh six… I need to go. I truly am sorry, but I have to find prince Noctis.” Panic had seeped into your voice, and you no longer tried to hide it.

“Well if I find Noctis for you, would you be willing to accompany me to a cafe around the corner? I would forget about all about the one that’s covering the both of us.” His smooth chuckle gave you a moment of reprieve from your anxiety.

“Fine, it’s a deal.” The bargain was struck, but the confident smirk that graced his lips for a mere second was oddly suspicious…

The man retrieved a cell phone from his pocket which incredulously had survived the collision. He punched in a few numbers before he held the phone up to his ear, and waited while the phone rang.

“Noctis, you’ve caused quite enough trouble for one day, haven’t you?” The man’s voice became much more stern as he spoke into the device in his hand.

“Regardless of that Gladio is waiting to train, and if you are not there once I arrive I will make sure your father adds further restrictions to your grounding.” He waited for a moment before hanging up the phone, and turning to back to you.

“Noctis is on his way to the train with Gladiolus. We can make sure the prince arrives there in one piece, and then grab that cup ebony while he’s under someone else’s watch?” The words that rolled off of his tongue flooded your body with relief.

“We did have a deal.” Your face lit up with a contagious grin as the crazy events of the day had miraculously worked themselves out.

“oh, I almost forgot proper introductions. Im Ignis, Ignis Scientia. And who might you be?” His voice echoed down the long hall as he began to escorted you to the room that Noctis would arriving at shortly.

“Y/N.” 

“Well, Y/N, I’m very pleased to meet you.”

Although just one cup of ebony was the agreement, you had a feeling it was going to be the first of many more…

Thank you guys so much I hope you enjoyed that Iggy fluff!! Please, please, please send me prompts! I really would love to answer some!!