#ironfist x reader

[sukiwrites]

Imagine being Matt's best friend...

...but you don't know he's daredevil so the injuries he gets usually leave you confused and anytime you try to ask about it he dismisses you and says "it was an accident" or "these things happen y/n it's not a big deal".

This time, when you show up at matt's apartment unannounced, you stumble upon a shirtless matt holding a bag of ice to his torso and you can't help but stare at the cuts and bruises all over his body.

You've been Matt Murdock's best friend for years, and although you've always found it strange how he seems to get injured so frequently, you've never really thought much of it. Matt has always been a bit of a klutz, and he's a lawyer who spends a lot of time on his feet, so it's not entirely surprising that he occasionally gets bumps and bruises. But lately, his injuries have been getting more serious, and you can't help but worry about him.

Every time you ask Matt about his injuries, he dismisses you with a casual "it was an accident" or "these things happen y/n it's not a big deal." You've tried to press him for more information, but he always seems to dodge your questions. It's frustrating, but you care about Matt too much to push him too hard.

One day, you decide to stop by Matt's apartment unannounced. You're worried about him, and you want to check in on him. When he answers the door, he looks surprised but welcomes you inside. As you walk into the living room, you notice that Matt is shirtless and holding a bag of ice to his torso. You can't help but stare at the cuts and bruises all over his body.

"Matt, what happened?" you ask, your concern mounting.

Matt looks down at himself as if only just noticing his injuries. "Oh, this? It's nothing, just a little accident," he says with a dismissive wave of his hand.

"Matt, this doesn't look like 'nothing' to me," you say firmly. "What's going on? Why do you keep getting hurt like this?"

Matt hesitates for a moment, and then he sighs. "Y/n, please. I can't tell you."

"Why not?" you demand, feeling frustrated and angry. "Why won't you trust me? I'm your best friend, Matt. Don't you think I deserve to know what's going on?"

Matt looks away, his jaw clenched. "It's complicated," he says finally.

"Complicated how?" you press. "Is it something dangerous? Is someone hurting you?"

Matt hesitates again, and then he shakes his head. "No, it's not like that," he says, his voice softening a little. "I just... I can't explain it right now. Please, y/n. Just trust me."

But you're not willing to let it go. You're tired of being kept in the dark, and you're worried about your friend. "No, Matt," you say firmly. "I can't just trust you blindly. I need to know what's going on. If you won't tell me, then I'll have to figure it out myself."

Matt looks at you, his expression pained. You can tell he's struggling with something, and it breaks your heart. Finally, he takes a deep breath and looks at you again.

"Okay, fine," he says, his voice rough. "I'll tell you. But you have to promise me that you won't tell anyone. Not even Foggy."

You nod eagerly, feeling a sense of relief. "I promise, Matt," you say. "I won't tell anyone."

And then Matt tells you about his alter ego, Daredevil. He tells you about the danger he faces every day, and the injuries he sustains in the course of his crime-fighting. You're stunned, but also proud of Matt for being such a brave and selfless hero.

"Matt, why didn't you tell me before?" you ask, feeling hurt.

"I didn't want to put you in danger," he says, his voice low. "And I didn't want you to worry about me. But I couldn't keep it from you forever. You deserve to know the truth."

You nod slowly, feeling a mix of emotions. "I understand," you say. "And I'm glad you told me. But please, Matt. Be careful. I don't want to see you get hurt anymore."

"I'll do my best," he says, giving you a small smile. "And thank you, y/n. For understanding."

After Matt opens up to you about his secret identity as Daredevil, the two of you settle into an easy rhythm of conversation. You joke around with each other, teasing and bantering like you always have. But there's a new level of understanding between you now, and it makes everything feel just a little bit more intimate.

"So, does this mean I have to start calling you Daredevil now?" you ask, grinning.

Matt chuckles. "Only if you want to. I'm still the same guy, y/n. Just with a few extra bruises."

You nod, but then you can't resist taking a playful jab at him. "Well, at least now you have an excuse for bumping into things all the time."

Matt laughs, shaking his head. "Hey, I don't bump into things all the time. Just... some of the time."

You both laugh, and then Foggy chimes in. "You two should just start dating already," he says, rolling his eyes.

You and Matt both blush, but then Matt jumps in with a quip. "Sorry, Foggy. I'm already taken. My other girlfriend is justice."

You snort with laughter, and Foggy groans. "Ugh, you're both incorrigible."

There's a brief moment of silence, and then you can't resist making another blind joke. "Well, at least I know I don't have to worry about him checking out other girls."

Matt rolls his eyes, but he's grinning too. "Ha ha, very funny, y/n."

You all laugh again, and for a moment, everything feels light and easy. But then Matt's expression turns serious, and he looks at you with concern.

"Y/n, I mean it," he says. "I don't want you to get hurt because of me. If anything ever happens, promise me you'll stay away from the danger."

You nod, your own expression sobering. "I promise, Matt. But don't worry about me. I can take care of myself."

Matt looks at you for a moment longer, and then he nods. "I know you can," he says softly. "And that's why I trust you."

[imaginesofeverykind]

Viper’s Pit |A.T|

Recently widowed, you, Vaela Targaryen return home different than when you left several years ago, Aemond is determined to find out why.

Targaryen!Reader x Aemond

WARNINGS: Mentions of abuse, canon typical abuse, mentions of SA, unwilling betrothal, murder, vulgarity. MDNI !

I very much tried to write this in the realms of how women are treated as such in the canon of the show, I do not divulge in detail but there are sprinkles of discussion that might be difficult or uncomfortable to read which is why im taking the extra step to put this warning in addition to the warnings on top here.

Im on the fence about a part 2 :SS so let me know what yall think!!

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Today had been that day the tides shifted, the sun shone brightly on Kings Landing, the clouds were nowhere to be seen other than the horizon of which the direction of the wind blew. The Royal party stood in preparation in front of the keep of your arrival, their most crowned jewel it appeared which would have you scoffing in the effort that was thrown for you.

“How do you think she fairs now? Still a brute, no doubt.” Aegon smirked as he whispered lowly to his one-eyed brother and Sister Queen. Purposefully out of earshot of their dowager mother who would’ve reprimanded him had she heard the insults he hurled toward his own twin.

“The only brute in this family has been you, dear brother,” Aemond smiles to himself, looking to the side at his sister to see Helaena share a faint smile at his comment. It was true the younger siblings and even nephews were fond of you than Aegon ever would be. Born mere moments before he was, you were everything he couldn’t live up to in the eyes of his mother and King Father. Though, you’d argue there was much more he didn’t see behind the scenes.

Duty was never prevalent through you, so much so you took to the yard to spar over embroidery or flower arranging. It enraged your mother that you simply refused to answer the call of duty and be the Princess she wanted you to be, though stern she never hated you and that was clear. Even when you were shipped off to Dorne at a young age to keep an alliance, you slowly understood that your mother didn’t do this out of spite or hatred or malice. Even if you were barely ten and four.

The conquerors Queen, Visenya was a woman who you looked up to, stoic and stern, a warrior Queen who kept her close comrades closed in an ironfist and bloodied her sword with her enemies. Perhaps this had been why you took to the sword over all else, training instead of sleeping and sparring instead of fulfilling the duties of a Princess.

So much that the muscles built over a short time was something a proper woman would never adorn with such pride.

Big enough to push around your twin brother and mediate the family squabbles was a feat that even Ser Criston Cole couldn’t always win over.

But alas, the minute your first blood arrived you were sent as an offering to secure the most attractive alliance at the time, which happened to be Dorne and it had been six years since you set foot in King’s Landing.

You weren’t cold when in this time only your younger brother and sister wrote to you, you missed the death of your own father, the maiming of your now one-eyed brother and the coronation of your twin. But you didn’t care, you experienced life outside of the confines of King’s Landing, but the Gods seek you out for a different fate as you once again arrived at the company of your family and the royal party, to live here after the untimely death of your lord husband, empty handed with no children.

“My dearest Vaela, welcome home.” The sound of your mothers voice was almost unrecognisable, but she stood proud with your siblings, all who have grown into their Targaryen features much like you had. After such a long time away from the Capital, it felt like you were being released back into a cage of unfed dragons, unsure of your fate.

Much to Aegon’s dismay, no longer were you a towering menace of pure muscle to bolster such physical power over him. If he had to guess, you were just short of Aemond’s towering height, in fact if he didn’t know better he would say you and the Cruel Prince looked more like twins than he and you did. Your silver hair was straight, and laid down over your shoulders stopping just at the waist, and the way you filled your dress wasn’t how he expected either. Coming from the hot environment of Dorne meant you wore more exposing items of clothing and sheer silks which didn’t go unnoticed by most of the Royal Party.

Regardless of attire, you still looked of Royalty and like a Princess, more than when you had left.

“Mother.” You curtly bowed your head, eyes settling on the two younger siblings. A wholesome smile pulled at your lips as you brought a hand to each face, caressing delicately, “my sweet sister, my dear brother.” Your voice was soft and loving, no amount of distance could separate the love you had for both Helaena and Aemond.

It was improper to greet The Queen like this but no one intervened nor took action, it was also the only time Aemond would openly allow such affection to show to the public and onlookers. The two of you were close growing up, it made sense that the bonds were never severed and the love remained.

Your eyes flitted to your twin, adorning the Conquerors crown which had caused a shallow scoff, he had not a single ounce of Aegon I in him and he was as pathetic as the man you were sent off to wed. Leeching from the powers he was handed to on a silver platter for being the firstborn son, a man. The only difference between you and him was that you had tits and a cunt and he had a prick, laughable really.

“Your grace,” you lazily bow your head, vitriol falling from your lips as you walk toward the Red Keep, counting the days until you're sent off again to ‘fulfill duty’.

Aemond had a sly smile on his lips, watching you walk away. He was grateful the fire hadn’t extinguished within you after all these years and you were still unmoving in your distaste toward your twin despite the crown that lay upon his silver head.

“Hypocrite.” Aegon muttered, shouldering past the young Prince as he stalked up to the Red Keep. The King was enraged the day Visery’s had died, the manhunt to find him and ready him for a coronation before his half sister seized the throne was the day Aemond reminded him of his duty to his wife and duty to the Realm. It was all about duty with the one-eyed Prince, so much of it being beaten into the oldest son by all around him it was hard not to harbor resentment when his sister could freely break the rules in the Prince's presence without a shroud of ramification like he had to endure.

Lunch with the family had been just as tense as the moment you arrived, sitting beside Aegon who despite being the King didn’t sit at the heads of the table, they seemed to be reserved for your grandfather and mother. An interesting choice, you pondered.

“We are sorry about the news of your lord Husband.” Alicent started, reaching across the table and outstretching what you assumed to be a comforting gesture. In a different world you might’ve taken comfort in your mother, she was always plotting and scheming while the maidens looked after the children, it was a wonder you had all ended up the way you did. Yet you could empathise, she was a pawn in your grandfathers greed and was forced into a loveless marriage which did more harm than good.

You quirked a brow, taking a sip of your wine, “I am not.”

The table had stopped, looking to you for elaboration which made you reluctant to indulge. Your family didn’t even bother coming to your wedding, to check on your wellbeing so how would they know the cruel fate you had been thrusted upon. The only respite from the torturous marriage was the people who had allowed you your freedom to do as you please.

“My princess, you cannot mean such a thing.” Otto had noticed the stillness in the air, he had advised your mother to not let you return after such a long time knowing that it would stir discourse. Alicent said otherwise, offering a tempting compromise upon your arrival should you behave.

“I was barely a woman when I was sent to marry a man thrice my age… No family to see me off to this man, no family to hear the screams of a child when she was bedded that same night. There was no love, no compassion. It would have been more kind to have me fed to a dragon than to be abandoned in the snakepit.” Your tone was cool and eerily calm, a testament on how broken in you had become over the years. Your siblings eyes were full of sorrow, even Aegon had some shred of sorrow in there which was unbecoming of even him.

“And now I return home, hollow welcomes as I’m taken from the viper pit and put into a dragon’s den. If it is broken, you wish to see me as then I’m afraid you missed your chance the moment I was wedded.” You brought the cup back to your lips and finished the rest of the wine, the taste souring in your mouth along with your mood. Excusing yourself before even Alicent had a chance to speak.

She was beside herself after the lunch, only now realizing the consequences of her past decisions at the behest of her father. It was Otto after all that suggested removing the boisterous Princess in fear that she may become like the ‘Realm’s Delight’, Rhaenyra and seek to take the throne from her brother. He could see her ambitious nature, mistaking her want to be a knight as motivation to rule the realm.

It was clear upon her arrival that he was sorely mistaken and misjudged her intentions of only a young age.

“Mother you cannot undo what has already been done… Vaela is headstrong and stubborn and she has been burnt by this family, but she does not harbor hatred for you.” Aemond, ever so calmly soothing his mother like he always had done. It was no wonder, she confided in him so often and looked to him for counsel, he was simply magnificent with his words.

“How could you possibly know? She barely greeted me at the gates, barely spoke a word to your brother—“

“Because I know it to be true!”

You had always come to your brother's defense when it involved petty sibling tussles, it was only a shame you were gone before his maiming in Driftmark, perhaps if you had been there things might’ve been different. It was owed to you, that he do the same, defend you in this moment, not that he could accurately compare the amount of times you stuck your neck out for him.

“Vaela has never shared hatred for you, dear Mother… I may only have one eye but I am not blind to the slights of my siblings, all three resent responsibility and perhaps even the King past. You must understand that she is wounded and abandonment has hardened her over the years… Do not mistake this coldness as hatred.”

Right he was, as you sat in the Royal Gardens every day in an attempt to soak in the Sun’s warm and comforting embrace, thrusting onto you the peace you so desired since you entered the Kingdoms capital several days ago. In this time you had noticed the increased array of religious paraphernalia which you had no doubt in your mind was thanks to your mothers devotion to The Seven.

At least she seeked comfort and refuge in a mostly malignant way, the only quarrelsome part about it all was their unending incessant need to rid the old gods from history.

One of the things that had developed in your time in Dorne was your keen hearing, keeping note of which footsteps belonged to who, but you were back in your old home where everyone stepped differently and you were yet to pick up on who they belonged to.

“I do not wish to be disturbed.” Your voice was calm, eyes closed and back facing the main path from where the person approached. It was too heavy to be Helaena’s or Mothers, you knew that for sure.

“We’ve let you be for a week, dearest sister. You can only sulk and avoid us for so long before duty calls out for you to fulfill.”

It was at least a familiar and mostly friendly voice, despite his cadence being cold and blunt. You knew it was a matter of time before Aegon or Mother sent for you to participate in familial habits of eating together. “I’m not sulking nor am I avoiding, I’m merely enjoying the sun… It’s where I have been every day until the moon rises, you should know, sweet brother, you have watched me long enough.”

He had stiffened at your words, deciphering how you possibly knew when he had been so careful and out of sight. At first merely curious as to what you did when you weren’t breaking bread with the family or meandering the castle. Then it slowly turned to silent admiration and even a hint of protection, he was acutely aware of your harrowing experience in Dorne even if it was based on your words the very first lunch you had. There was more to it than you let on which he was determined to uncover.

You sighed in frustration, sensing the overbearing presence of Aemond and knowing he was as stubborn as you were and one would have to give sooner rather than later, so you relent. Preferring to join him on whatever pointless drow your presence was needed for than sit here in silence where your peace was already disturbed.

“Might I say with the purest intention, that your time away in Dorne has allowed your beauty to flourish.” He had curtly nodded in your direction, once you arose from your seated position and finally faced him. He wishes for you to be comfortable now that you were finally back with family, not tense and looking over your shoulder constantly as he noted in the days of watching you.

A smile befell your lips and you bow your head modestly, “you flatter me, Aemond… Out of all of us children you were beautiful and always will be, sweetling.”

“If you think me beautiful, then you would be the first… Or a fool.”

You came to his side, resting a gentle hand to his cheek, fingers grazing delicately over his scar. Despite being in the solitude of the Gardens and only in the company of the little creatures that resided among the foliage, his swift hand came up to grip your wrist and firmly remove your touch from his face. No matter how much comfort he felt when you were near, and the warmth your touch brought to his skin, he simply didn’t need your pity.

“Oh dearest Aemond… My only regret was that I could not be there to console you after such a cruel slight. But it appears in my absence you have found your own strength, I am proud of you.” You had intended to leave the moment like this, beginning to depart from the orbit of your brother who mistook your admiration as belittling sympathies.

“And what of you? The fire within you was so strong when we were children, and what the Dornish have done is return you like a broken sculpture, shattered from the inside out. How is it, that little vipers snuffed out the fire and blood that runs through you.” In so many words he challenged your strength, calling you weak for returning like you had. More maiden than a warrior, his words suggested. When you left, your muscles were defined, prevalent more than your twin, more than even many highborn lords. But upon your arrival, as beautiful as you were, your frame no longer filled with muscles or boasted physical strength. You looked more like the Dowager Queen and Helaena, not the warrior that he looked up too.

You pondered his words for a moment, weighing your options of insults to throw or even debated saying nothing. His words were aimed to hurt and that was obviously accomplished, your silence made that clear as you still considered what to say next.

Hands clasped behind your back you merely bowed forward, which is something you so often did to vex your mother opposed to curtsying like a real lady should. “Thank you, dear brother. For your kind encouragement.” This was not an argument you intended to engage in, for your own sanity’s sake. But your words were loud and clearly heard, the two extreme poles of your personalities seemingly switching as the years went on.

Aemond inherited your anger, while you inherited his calm demure and in this instance his temper got the better of him. You knew of all things after this interaction he would be embarrassed by this, hoping that this will give him the means to approach you much later in the evening so that you might indulge him in the inner workings of what happened to your ‘spirit’ in the many years since your departure.

Just as you anticipated, the cruel Prince's anger stewed with him through the remainder of the day and even followed him into dinner. It wasn’t just you who had noticed his silence during the feast, where he normally would revel in small insults or quips to humiliate The King, he was quiet and did not engage in conversation even when spoken too.

Dinner was painstakingly long, much akin to a pregnancy it felt like — your thoughts wandered while you took refuge in the Library. You weren’t in the mood to read so you sat quaintly on the balcony that looked over King's Landing and all its beauty. Never, had the keep felt as much of a prison as it did in this moment in your life. You had a taste of life outside of the capital and as harrowing as it might have been, it made you a better person.

There was still time, you had thought about perhaps forsaking your family on your own terms and defecting to Rhaenyra’s campaign, but you have nothing to offer. No title, no dragon, no wealth. Nor did you really like her all that much, it would only serve as an act of rebellion but who was to say that your uncle Daemon would even consider your presence outside the realm of a prisoner or hostage.

“I killed him… My husband, I killed him.” Your words were soft and your eyes still sought out comfort in the darkened swells of buildings below. Aemond was typically a quiet approacher, but much like the garden, you had acquired a keen sense of hearing and it was only out of survival that it got as good as it did.

You didn’t turn to face him, nor did you feel like allowing him to see the melancholic expression that had pulled onto your face.

He didn’t say anything, merely stood a few paces behind in the shadows, he would allow you to speak more, “He was an over-indulgent, greedy cunt. A disgusting pig who wasn’t even in an important dornish house. Yet he laid his hands on me time and time again, and it wasn’t just me. When I wouldn’t bear his children I was treated worse than the common whores he bedded regularly. If I fought back, it was a fate I wouldn’t even wish upon our enemies—.”

“I do not wish to hear more, I have heard enough.” His jaw was clenched as were his hands balled into fists, urging him to take arms and burn all of Dorne with fire and blood.

“His face was buried in the cunt of a whore, ass out of its breaches and cock hard when I sliced it off… And well… After that I knew I wouldn’t make it out of this without consequence and I have no desire to start a war… Then again, I fear that even if I had been murdered or executed for my act of violence I would not be mourned.”

Aemond shifted from his position in the shadows, finally understanding what had changed within you. Much like the other Targaryen children you had an overwhelming sense of neglect when it came to its familial ties. “You wouldn’t just be mourned, my sister. You would be avenged. You will be avenged for such cruelty.”

Finally you look to him, as he kneeled by your side, his eye focused on you, “there is no vengeance to be had. He paid with his life, undignified and no cock. The servants helped me shift the blame, our quarrel is not with the lesser people of Dorne, some still revere our House.”

“You are my sister, we cannot allow such blatant abuse toward our house go unpunished—“

“It is done. And it cannot be undone, I reclaimed what was forcefully taken from me.” Your words were stern, and had no intention of wavering no matter how angry the past years of trauma ached for you to unfurl, “I used to believe that me never having a dragon to claim was because I was weak but I have just as much desire to watch our enemies burn to the ground and I know now, that it is not a dragon that people will fear me for, it will be myself.”

A smile pulled on The Prince's lips, his gaze in admiration and love. Guilty that there was ever a doubt in him that thought for a moment that the sister he aspired to impress as a boy, was gone. Alas, you were still in there, but it is your own mental strength that persevered after all this time and this enrichment is welcome to him. “Then it is done, we will burn our enemies to the ground. All of them… Together.”

“Together.” You mused, reaching over to grab his hand. The hand of the only man to ever provide you a semblance of comfort and a love, a love that extended past the boundaries siblings should have.

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Danny Rand when he’s clingy

imcarolinashannon said:

What about HC (or whatever you want) for Danny where he comes back from a mission tired/sleep deprived and just is so clingy and cuddly towards his s/o? It would be so cute for him to just be like *blam on their lap* "I live here now"

And of course you absolutely don't have to write this is you don't want to. I understand my bro.

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A/N: My midterms just got over yesterday and I just got a notification that my mock finals start in 2 weeks so....I’m so dead. Sorry it’s so short, I just couldn’t think of anything to add to it.

Well the day starts off with Danny just not into it

He probably didn’t get a lot of sleep the night before

Woke up with a headache maybe?

Just slugs his way through breakfast and is so NOT in the mood for bs today

It’s one of those days where the others are like ‘oh damn he’s human too.’

He’s still pretty calm though

Cuz let’s be honest, it’s Danny

But he’s just feeling oddly lethargic and sluggish

Not up for any physical training today

But of course, the universe likes to make his life miserable

So, the rest of the day is filled with the team just running around, stopping robberies, supervillains, etc, etc

And Danny over here has just about had it

Every time he throws a punch towards someone, he’s crying in his head

Cuz he just wanted a calm day

Where he could get home and meditate and drink some nice hot tea

Maybe curl up with a book on the couch

Maybe take a cat nap

But no

Instead he’s running around NYC trying to stop apparently every super villain

And once the day is over and everything seems calm

It’s nearly 2 in the morning and Danny has had it

So, when Fury calls the team in for a mission briefing, he honestly wants to bite him

Cue him having a small fantasy in his head where he’s a German shepherd and just barking and biting at Fury

But he obviously doesn’t do anything but whine a little

Which Fury ignores

So, he kind of just miserably drags himself to the tricarrier

And the team is like concerned for him because he looks like he’s gonna drop dead

And so, Pete is just like maybe we can just finish it without him

And Danny could honestly feel tears

Because this is what he’s wanted the whole day and he’s just over the moon

So, when Fury gives him the green light, he’s just out of there

Gets a sudden burst of energy when he gets to go home

So damn excited to go to bed

In his head he’s sprinting towards the house screaming and cheering

But the others are just watching him stumble home tiredly with his eyes half closed

And he reaches your shared apartment after he gets changed

And when he comes inside, the lights are still on

And there greets him the highlight of his day

You grinning at him from your place on a couch, a pot of tea and some dinner on the coffee table

“The team said you’d be coming home late, so I thought I’d give you some dinner.”

He suddenly feels guilty

“I didn’t want to wake you.”

“Oh, don’t worry, I was finishing up some work for school anyway.”

And so, he just crawls onto the sofa and flops on your lap quite pathetically

And your fingers are just combing through his hair

His eyes are drooping shut and he’s just about to fall asleep when

“Do you wanna move to the bed?”

“I’m not moving. Ever.”

You laughed, “So you’re not gonna move off my lap ever?”

“Yep, I live here now.”

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More Than Meets the Eye #4- Man, Talk About Timely, Huh? It’s Time for the Plague Storyline!

Issue #4 opens up with First Aid writing in his diary about the less-than-stellar working conditions at Delphi medical center, and it’s not because Ambulon caught him reading Wreckers fanfic during office hours for the eighth time this week.

So, here’s the thing: you can’t be demoted from doctor to nurse. That’s not how that goes, because doctors and nurses aren’t on the same career path ladder. A doctor can have certain accesses and privileges taken away if their performance slips, or can be moved to a different ward or transferred to another facility, but outright demotion to nurse status isn’t a THING. If anything, First Aid would be performing nurse duties to cover for the fact that Delphi seems to have a grand total of three staff members for the entire outpost. Hell, they’ve had to outsource their mental health checkups to a guy who was in orbit over Cybertron until a couple months ago.

But anyway, something’s up at Delphi, and it all started when they let a couple of Decepticon surrendering combatants inside. These two dudes were running from the Decepticon Justice Division, a group who basically super-murder any Decepticon who’s decided to do a runner from the Cause. The DJD’s base of operations is in the same general area as Delphi, which seems like maybe not the best idea for the Autobots when it came to outpost placement, but it seems to be working out pretty well for the surrendering combatants.

Pharma shows up, and is ready to throw them back outside- he’s the big boss, so he can make that kind of call- but after a little detective works they figure out that the two don’t have their t-cogs anymore, having had them removed for religious purposes. Ambulon sees them as the exact opposite of a threat because of this, not to mention him having a soft spot for surrendering ‘Cons, and manages to convince Pharma to let them stay, and also not violate the Autobot Code, Article 7, which states that all surrendering combatants must be granted safe haven. Ultra Magnus would be proud.

They lock up the Decepticons, slate them for a patch up, then things get complicated as it turns out, they’ve got a branched spark. The last time we saw a branched spark, things didn’t turn out so hot, and it looks like things have started going similarly downhill.

But enough about the horrific deaths of dozens of robots on a frozen planet, it’s time for bar shenanigans!

While Skids prepares to commit an act of violence on a droid that’s done absolutely nothing to him and is just trying to do its friggin’ job, Swerve reveals to Ratchet that he’s decided to follow his dreams after all and open a bar. He doesn’t have all the paperwork turned in yet, per se, but he’s working on it. He hands Ratchet a free drink to celebrate the off-panel event of the Lost Light having found itself on the map again, and Ratchet, who’s apparently never heard of a shot, gripes about the portioning.

Of course, he might have a bit of a point, as the drink seems to shrink more and more as he talks to Swerve about the fact that they’re both giant nerds who were subscribed to Wreckers: Declassified.

Was non-war-related entertainment just not allowed for the last four million years? No wonder the war went on for so long- everyone was so steeped in it they forgot how to function like regular people. Since the logs were beamed directly into the brain, I can only imagine the amount of physic damage that last entry caused.

The reason Ratchet’s brought up everyone’s favorite podcast is that there was a new entry last night- odd, considering that Ironfist’s been dead for a couple years at this point. It was just a series of seemingly random numbers, or at least it would have been, if Ratchet wasn’t a good doctor who kept up-to-date on his medical news.

My my, I do wonder which Wreckers: Declassified subscriber could have sent those statistics on Delphi out into the aether.

As luck would have it, the Lost Light isn’t terribly far away from Messatine at the moment, which is the planet Delphi is on. Ratchet decides it’s time to check things out.

Over in Rodimus’ very pink room, Ultra Magnus wants to have a discussion about Tailgate, and the fact that he wants to be a Decepticon. This is, obviously, a problem, considering the fact that everyone on the ship, who wasn’t stuck in some sort of hole or alternate dimension for the last six millions years, is staunchly anti-Decepticon. Magnus laments on the fact that now that the war is over, he has to start seeing people as people, as opposed to cogs in the machine. Magnus is one of those guys who functions better with structure, which the Lost Light doesn’t really have a ton of.

Rodimus tells Magnus to lighten up a bit, before he pulls something trying to bring military regulation into civilian life, and says that he’ll handle the whole Tailgate thing.

Back down on Messatine, Ratchet’s dragged Drift and Pipes of all people into his little visit to Delphi, and they’re rocking up to the scene on the MARBs- Mobile Autobot Repair Bays. This is Pipe’s first space adventure, and he’s really happy to be here!

We’ll see how he feels a little later in the day.

As the boys make their way over to the plot, Drift and Ratchet lay a bit of groundwork down for future storylines, then arrive outside Delphi to find the door locked and spray painted with a big ol’ X.

Shane McCarthy slipped James Roberts a twenty to set up a slowburn between his OC and Ratchet. Let’s see how that pays off.

Pipes decides to do a thing and crash through the entrance like a hooligan. It goes about as well as one could expect, though we do a pretty sweet and unnecessary flip from Drift out of it.

We’re going to need to soak Pipes in rubbing alcohol for a good hour.

Ratchet yells at Pipes for busting into a medical outpost that clearly wasn’t meant to be cracked open like a cold one, not to mention knocking over at least three hospital beds.

Then a sick guy shows up and Drift flips the hell out and slices up a guy so hard Pipes has to remove his visor to watch the insanity unfold.

The whole “sword murder” thing doesn’t really gel with the idea of “do no harm”, so Ratchet and Drift get into it a bit before First Aid shows up and starts drawing on Pipe’s face.

Back on the Lost Light, Rodimus is keeping his promise and dealing with Tailgate, with the help of Rewind, resident historical archivist and the guy who’s about to rock Tailgate’s fucking world in under 12 seconds.

Okay. So.

The thing about recorded history is everything has a bias. No matter how impartial the recorder attempts to be, no matter how detached, there will ALWAYS be at least a little bleedthough. Now, while it’s unlikely Rewind’s been in direct combat, because he’s friggin’ tiny and turns into a data slug, and while he doesn’t seem the patriotic type, he’s still an Autobot. He’s only been on one side of the war, so most, if all all of his archive, is built from the framework of being surrounded by Autobot mindsets and propaganda. It would appear that this isn’t the first time Rewind’s done something like this, if he already has the upload time committed to memory down to the tens decimal. If he’d been asked to do this prior to the conclusion of the war- very likely, considering it ended a few months ago- what are the odds that he was asked to frame things a little more in favor of his own team? Pretty good, I’d think.

Guys, I don’t think Tailgate is having a good time with the history lesson.

Needless to say, any concern over Tailgate wanting to be a Decepticon is pretty soundly quashed after this.

Back over with the plague plotline, First Aid gives Ratchet the rundown on the symptoms they’ve run into at Delphi.

You fucker, you got that line from Wreckers: Declassified.

Delphi hasn’t been able to call for help, because even if they didn’t have their hands full of liquified robot, communications have been out since something went off and broke pretty much everything in the outpost, general health and well-being included. First Aid suspects a dirty bomb, curtesy of the DJD. The tour of the facility ends in the medical bay proper, where Ambulon is hard at work trying to keep folks alive.

Ratchet looks over the scene, and notes that the older patients in the ward aren’t crying their literal eyeballs out. Weird, that.

Ambulon shows off their super-secret patient, who is kept in shadow for the reader, to keep the suspense going for a bit longer. Mystery patient’s been in an “everlasting coma” since he got here, and while Ambulon and Pharma don’t think anything can be done, First Aid’s willing to get weird with it.

Earlier in the issue, it was mentioned that Ambulon didn’t think First Aid took any initiative. Turns out, First Aid does, and has, just not on things Ambulon agrees with.

It was at that point that Ratchet decided he rather liked First Aid.

Back with Tailgate, he’s returned to his room to confront Cyclonus, who’s busy doing something on the computer. What exactly isn’t revealed, and never will be.

Tailgate is really cross about the fact that Cyclonus let him walk around on a ship full of Autobots claiming he wanted to be a Decepticon. Of course, it’s not like Cyclonus knew he was going to be such a loudmouth about it, otherwise maybe he would have told him to maybe NOT do that, if only to prevent his life getting further muddied up by a war he wasn’t even around for.

Tailgate’s gotten really worked up over this, because that’s just how he is as a person, and even goes so far as to punch Cyclonus in the arm in his frustration. He apologizes almost immediately, but the bear’s already been poked, unfortunately.

Oh, honeybunches, you are going to be regretting that move for the next five years.

But not before the customary “pulling away from the one guy who’ll even talk to you because you don’t know how to properly react to anything anymore" thing.

Back on Messatine, we find out where Pharma got to- he’s been locked into the quarantine room by accident, and will remain there until all technopathogens are completely dead. This will take millions of years.

That seems like poor planning for such a room.

Or, at least, it would be, if Ambulon was still running the show.

How the fuck has Ambulon survived this long without dying of stupidity?

As Ratchet starts trying to get Pharma out of his glass case of emotion, Pipes is starting to not have so much fun on his first-ever field trip.

Yaaay, space adventure!

Ratchet warns Drift not to kill Pipes- repeatedly- and Drift manages to do that, though it looks a little dodgy for a second, as he bonks the little guy on the head and knocks him out. Ratchet’s managed to get Pharma out, and Pharma immediately runs for the prison cells, saying he’s figured it out.

Ambulon carries what’s left of Pipes back to the emergency ward, and Ratchet holds the little dude’s hand while they get him hooked up to some feeds. Drift starts bleeding from the eyes. Awesome.

Enter Pharma.

Today just keeps getting better, doesn’t it?

Turns out those two Decepticons from earlier got out of their cells somehow, and they’ve got guns. Things aren’t looking too good for the Autobots.

Well, I mean, if he says it’s fine, then I guess…

Yep, our mystery patient is none other than Fortress Maximus, warden of Garrus 9, victim of Overlord, and glorified lock-pick for the Aequitas chamber. He’s looking a lot better than the last time we saw him, in that he’s got some limbs attached to that torso of his, and also eyeballs. Good for him.

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… Pt 1 ...

Back before the fall of Erebor when their mighty green halls were lit with torches and countless roaring fires filling the halls with the use of angled mirrors filling every corner of their deep mountains with a warming light. For ages Dwarves have been known as the most enduring and stubborn of most creatures within Middle Earth. And deep within this great kingdom sat the king leading the Council of Dwarves, King Thror, from the great line of Durin bearing a growing sickness he refused to acknowledge had been creeping. With each day the darkness inside of him from a single cursed coin within his hoard he’d happened upon by chance grew, leaving his alliances to grow more strained each day as the sickness took hold.

Seated upon his Throne the mighty King greeted his old friend and visiting King Dabondor from Orcarni leader of the Blacklocks clan, leader of the greatest and most formidable Dwarven force still standing. A thick, broad and tall clan known for the sparks their eyes bore matching the glow from their brightest forges within their kingdoms under their dark and wavy locks paired with thickly woven beards. Holding rule over the Ironfists, Stiffbeards, Stonefoots clans’ forces as their lines of Kings had fallen long ago with the great battles of old in Melkor’s reign of terror. With a steady gaze their eyes locked and a common smile formed between them as King Thror rose to share a friendly hug with a sturdy chuckle between them. Once great friends now driven apart after a boiling feud driving a wedge between all standing kingdoms.

Amidst their latest meeting of Kings and Dwarf Lords Thror and Dabondor butted heads about claiming more land for their kin along with an urge to reclaim Durin’s own Kingdom of Moria, one not viable enough to attempt without the aid of Dabondor’s men. Something that would no doubt bring an end to their kin with the recent scouting reports of the area flooded with orcs and goblins. Something Dabondor would never risk, with a single refusal all Southern clans were barred and banished from the Council of Dwarves. An announcement driving a collective silent gasp through the Dwarves in attending, turning his back to his former friend, Dabondor exited the great Kingdom for the last time, collecting the small child waiting in the doorway for his sturdy arms to carry her home once again.

Days they marched as word spread causing the Council to crumble leaving the Firebeards and Broadbeams clans to break contact with him and only the other Longbeard clans in the Iron Hills stemming from the line of Durin to remain truly loyal against all spread word about Thror’s rule. But even with their own great and terrifying force they stood no chance fighting off the darkness growing through the world alone. With a giant roar finally his sickness was broken as his head turned to call for aid only to remember he’d cast off all those once willing and able to do so.

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Upon arriving home the Orcarni Mountains found themselves in a creeping shadow as the darkness from Mordor spread. Holding out as long as they could the clans traced the whispers of news of their once great allies. Now hidden away in shame in the Blue Mountains trying to regain some semblance of their once formerly proud stance among the Firebeards and Broadbeams clans they had delved a third Kingdom in between their massive peaks. 

Scraping and scratching to get by Thror tried to right the bonds between the three clans only to strain the bond with the Iron Hills, all leading to some thirty years later finally driving their clans after their goal, Moria. Azanulbizar ended bloody with losses too great to ever mention leaving all clans involved greatly depleted and with nothing to show for it as the dark forces had sealed themselves back in their enforced keep. Marching back to their exiled homes all hope of returning to their former glory escaped the Durins, hanging their heads low as they lead their fallen King’s body back again.

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Pain of the losses bore heavily through Kingdoms with no greater damage than the great King Dabondor brought to his knees at the fall of his greatest friend. So soon after the loss of his Wife and two Sons the pain had worn heavily spurring the order to finally abandon their surrounded keep as his only protection for his lone Daughter and youngest Son. Fully armed and packed with everything they could manage they marched almost endlessly through the vast stretch of land towards the only lands large enough for the hundreds of thousands of Dwarves now left homeless by Sauron’s growing shadow now flooding their former home. 

Within the great crevice they filed, armed and ready leaving the women and children unable to battle within the outer borders of Lothlorien. A weak alliance had formed between their Kin as the young Princess y/n had used their chance meeting with Lord Celeborn in Mirkwood to grant safe passage and shelter for her Kin before strapping on her sturdy armor and joining her Father’s side. The one weak bond forming a glowing sense of pride in her Father and people now urging her to take her place at his side to lead them to victory.

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Trembling under the thick Dwarven armor your spark filled e/c eyes scanned over the forces from under your helmet coating your long dark curly tightly braided hair looped across the back of your head resembling a folded whip as your clan braids hung from a strip across your face tucked behind your ear. Gripping the hilt of your blades you drew in a steady breath knowing at least in this you could aid your people. 

For ages the Blacklocks had born beardless Dams, you included, scrawny and unattractive in most Dwarven standards but sturdy and fierce enough with a stubborn streak to rival any other clan. Fiery women any Dwarf could only dream of claiming for their skills on the battle field. Smirking at your Father through his firm pat on your back you nodded and matched his steps beginning the march for Moria.

Filing in through the crevice your men crept using the hidden pathway Lord Celeborn had mentioned to you in hopes of protecting you and your Kin as best as they could manage while reluctantly refusing to send armed aid of his own. Passing the stony markers your men took out each of the patrolling orcs and goblins before finally stopping and facing the now glowing hidden doorway. Eyeing the scrawling around the top of the doorway the Dwarves gathered behind you stealing a gaze as you softly spoke the secret password in a timid try at Elvish, “Melon”.

With the sound of stones easing against each other as the door opened. Tightening your grip on your swords you eyed the shocked orcs readying in return before you rushed inside starting your flood into the city taking them all out a room and a floor at a time. Aching and throbbing you eased down on a worn stool at the dust coated table in the sealed up and hidden door you’d found to an old study. For hours through the night as your forces slept in the reclaimed city you smirked eying the detailed noted in the ledgers you had found filled with explosive techniques needed for mining the Mithril streaming through the deep stretches of the mines.

Shifting your eyes back to the table a sudden roll of a pencil you’d laid out on the table causing your head to turn at the vibration your hand felt in the table. Closing the book you mentally ran through the list of ingredients you’d just read and collected them from the shelves along the wall and raced through the halls tucking the book in your pack. 

With a shrill whistle you stirred the men eyeing your charge through their waking lines as an echoing roar and a distant flame grew. Rising and rushing to reform lines you eyed the few lines of orcs rushing in fleeing from their deep hiding places as a massive creature appeared. Out of your helmet and without your long swords, still being sharpened by one of your Father’s men you dropped to your knees as your Father’s voice called out over the numerous shouted orders, “Y/N!”

Setting everything out you glanced up at the approaching Balrog now entering the main hallway loosening his whip before dropping your eyes again to the shaky mixture. Exhaling sharply you mumbled to yourself in Khuzdul, “Please, Mahal, Let this work.” Adding the small bubbling pouch to the end of one of your arrows from the quiver across your back and notching it. Eyeing the flaming creature with a growing smirk as you angled your bow higher and let it fly. 

With a sharp whistle through the loud roar coming from the beast your arrow hit its mark, deep in the flaming creature’s throat causing your to collect everything and turn and run. Racing as you dropped it in your bag bouncing at your side only to dive over the lines of Dwarves with shields and spears drawn, closing up your small opening again as you landed between them leaning against one of their backs eyeing the gagging beast through a crack in the shields while your Father curled across your unarmored back. 

With a sudden collective gasp the Dwarven formations tightened at the large explosion claiming the Balrog’s head, sending it in several different directions before the body buckled and dropped to its knees then forward to its chest as its wings dropped and covered the bare stretch of ground. Relaxing their lines the formations cautiously broke as cheers rang out with your name being shouted and echoing through the Kingdom before the orcs had gained the courage to strike. Making a short stand and falling just as quickly leading to another brief celebration after another sweep of the Kingdom before returning to their slumbers as you showed your Father the hidden study.

Entering the small room you chuckled softly, being curled in a tight hug causing you to tighten your grip around his middle in return as he said, “My dearest Uslukhuê kurdu. I thought I’d nearly lost you.” (Dragon of My Heart)

Gripping him tighter you smiled up at him wiping his cheeks meeting his eyes matching yours in shade and brilliant sparks, “You’ll never lose me. We’re far too stubborn to be reclaimed to the stone just yet.”

Smiling wider he nodded pressing his forehead to you then scanned over the room saying, “Let’s see what you’ve uncovered here.”

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Sure enough your kin claimed the new Kingdom and took hold of their new found trades, basking in the pleasure of bearing the greatest hoard of mithril in middle Earth as some followed your instructions claiming their footings as miners once the greenhouse had been repaired and sprouted its first crop with the aiding of the Elves in a showing of good faith and friendship. Rebuilding the city then the majority setting up their shops again and returning to their former crafts. Timidly your people bonded with theirs under your budding curiosity fueling your budding link as you met frequently for furthering your lessons on Elven culture between conferences on trade between your people.

For years you grew closer and prospered alongside the Elves even aiding their enforcing of borders between market trips on the banks of the river near Lothlorien. One including a stop in at Rivendell, bringing a new round of curious stares that you were all too comfortable with already. But soon enough you’d eased through their cautious attitudes concerning you and your kin with your strange mildly Elven traits muddled in with your Dwarven traits. All stemming from your childhood friendship with King Thranduil who practically insisted you attend each meeting after your first encounter. Also insisting on annual visits from you as well.

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Glancing down at his feet the Elven King eyed the small giggling child hiding under his robe as an older Dwarf boy passed the doorway whispering a Dwarvish name. Easing back his robe Thranduil knelt and raised you to his hip with a soft smile introducing himself and bonding instantly as you curled your arms around his neck in a greeting hug you’d seen your Father greet King Thror with countless times. Several hours later you’d been discovered sleeping in his arms through his Council meeting under his thick wrap with a handful of his hair bringing a smile to your Father’s face as a friendship bloomed between him and the formerly distant Elven King.

Meeting after meeting you would rest in his arms feeding his aching urge to curl around another child once again between his lessons on Elvish traditions and languages for you on your visits. This bond forming a spot akin to a Daughter for you leaving him in a painful decision, once your bond had been broken and your people cast out under Thror’s rule Thranduil sided with the obvious choice. Above all shared borders he refused to side with the Mad King over the largest force of Dwarves remaining, leaving any aid for a conquest on Moria out of the question breaking their bond and dissolving all treaties between them, granting them only safe passage through his lands when they fled and nothing more.

… Starting the Journey...

With a pleasant “Good Morning” a Journey had unknowingly began stemming around the hiring of a single Hobbit. Fixed in your usual seat in Lord Elrond’s study you glanced up at the tall grey cloaked figure entering bringing a smile to your face, “Mithrandir!”

With a pleasant chuckle his large figure claimed the seat at your side giving your hand a gentle pat through his deep smile and flickering light in his eyes, “Princess Y/n, I am so pleased to see you. Is your Father doing well?”

Smiling up at him you replied, “You and I both know Mithrandir I haven’t been an actual Princess for quite some time.”

Chuckling softly his hand patted yours again, “You, My Dear, will always be a Princess. Your Father is Lord of Moria, King of the Southern Clans, you are a Princess. Your lands have a chance yet to be reclaimed, as do others. Which is exactly why I have come to speak with you. I need an explosives expert of your skills.”

Your brow rose as you listened to his tale and following request. Spinning a tale of redemption and reclamation, one that could restore balance between all Dwarven nations and grant your people’s return to their rightful place among the other clans your eyes dropped to the table as memories flooded back of the Mad King and his stern kin from so long ago. 

Deep within you after such a flood of hateful words muttered at first from your kin at their actions the break in your Father’s heart drew a stinging drive from within you. Since the day you’d learned of the Mad King’s death you dropped your anger. Unheard of for a Dwarf but with each passing day you reminded them the pain they felt at the break was not done willfully but out of a spreading darkness in the King, and their pain at lost friends and family did not earn them your hatred as you could see their own pain reflected in the Durin’s actions.

With another smile Gandalf left your side with a simple map left before you of the Shire and the best path to get there, “I will mark the door. If you agree to our quest all clans can only gain from it. You are the only rightful one for this task, I know it. I do hope I will see you there.”

…

Coated in moonlight you followed the trail of Dwarf boot prints through the pleasantly green Shire around you. Turning your head at the lone turn on the long street your eyes fell on a familiar stitched pattern cross a dark blue tunic under a thick fur coat over a thin shirt of armor on the moonlit scowling Dwarf Prince turning in a small circle. Turning away you felt his eyes lock on your side eyeing the Dwarvish ax across your hooded back causing is lips to part and hurry after you. Finally meeting your side he stepped forward through the propped open gate to the front door giving it a sturdy knock. Glancing back at your hooded frame as the music from within died down to say, “Thank you, don’t think I’d have found this place without your help.”

Turning back again his eyes locked with the Hobbit’s who answered the door eyeing him curiously. Moving aside at the sudden advance of the Prince strolling past and removing his cloak Bilbo’s eyes turned to you as you lowered your hood causing his lips to part at the sparks dancing through your eyes reflecting in the candlelight then accepted your outstretched hand. “Y/n Pleasure to meet you.”

Holding your smile you felt the eyes of the Dwarves all looking over your face noting your bare chin and short hair brushed back in braids along the top of your head as even shorter soft curls laid across the back of your head in a small poof under your curled tiny ponytail. Eyeing your place still fixed outside Thorin curiously watched as Bilbo gave your hand a firm shake with a pleased smile replying, “Bilbo Baggins. Please do come in.” Stepping aside and smiling as you bent, unlooping your tall boots and easing them off one at a time and setting them by the door, leaving them sitting up with your blades fixed in their sheaths inside. Passing him a small basket you had tucked under your cloak. 

With a growing smile he eyed the contents happily, spotting the meal and small bottle of wine you’d gifted him, “Thank you! Very Much!” Thinking to himself, “Finally, someone with some manners.” Closing the door behind you your fingers rose up unhooking your thick grey Lothorien leaf sealed cloak and hung it up on the empty hook revealing your Dwarven rune coated arm braces over your long  deep green shirt under a thick black vest over your black pants. Turning again you smiled at Gandalf as he entered the room with a smile as you set your bags and long ax down beside your boots.

Gandalf, “Ah, y/n, I’m so pleased you accepted my offer. I see your hair is regrowing nicely.”

With a soft chuckle you nodded and glanced at Bilbo who ushered you into the kitchen ignoring the rude Prince all together, “You look hungry. I’ll heat this up for us and perhaps I might be able to get some answers from you.”

Smiling and nodding you felt the group’s eyes on your back with puzzled expressions as Thorin entered behind you asking, “So, this is our Burglar? Master Burglar what weapon do you bear?”

...

Crouching before Bilbo you passed him a steaming cup of tea to aid his recovery from passing out as Gandalf walked back to join the other Dwarves grouped together mumbling about you, trying to learn what clan you belonged to without any luck of word from Gandalf or you. Smiling at Bilbo you listened as he said, “A Dragon, y/n, what good is a Hobbit against a Dragon?”

Giving him a deepening gaze bringing a comforting smile to his face you replied, “You, Master Baggins, handle the stone and leave the Dragon to me.” Listening intently Thorin’s eyes trailed over you again as you curled your hands around his after he’d set aside his cup, “It’s all words you know. I’ve crossed Middle Earth countless times, and all it is is endless walking between gorgeous Kingdoms leading to a few days of struggle.”

His ears perked up as his smile grew, “Which Kingdoms will we cross through?”

Chuckling softly your smile grew as the Dwarf Princes scooted closer as they listened in, “Well, the path I took from Rivendell is quite simple. Just Bree until then, but after is Mirkwood then it’s Erebor, Dale and Esgaroth, or Laketown.”

With a soft giggle Bilbo asked, “Do you think the Elves would allow me to look around their Kingdoms?”

You nodded and were about to speak as Thorin cut you off with a gruff mumble, “My Company will not be traveling anywhere near the Elves.”

Smirking up at him you said, “Then you will have a grueling crossing of the Misty Mountains and a long trek around Southern Greenwood Prince Thorin.” Looking back at Bilbo you said, “Well, even if they do not care to I’ll take you there myself and we’ll make it in half the time they do. Lord Elrond is a very dear friend of mine, he will treat you kindly after our long Journey.”

Wiggling his toes giddily you ignored Thorin’s curling lip as he turned away at your instant bonding with the Burglar, taking his friendship over your own kin’s.

Through the night Bilbo sat at your side until his eyes drooped and he headed off to bed gifting you one of his spare bedrooms leaving you among the Dwarves who eyed you as you took your place along the wall listening as they finished their song of home. Breaking for bed you lingered eyeing the rows of books coating his shelves sensing the Dwarf Prince approaching with a stern gaze as you turned to meet it as he gruffly whispered, “If you are to join my Company, you will follow my orders, and the path I choose.”

With a telling dry swallow he drew in a shaky breath at the sparks running through your eyes as his bright blue eyes locked on them through your plain toneless utterance, “Ignorance and blind hatred will not win you your throne. Only add to your suffering. I will travel through the Elven paths, where I am welcome, do as you wish Your Majesty.” Without another word you stepped around him and walked to the spare room you were gifted to lie sleeplessly across the soft mattress humming softly to yourself a much longer version of their song bearing countless verses about the pain of their losses.

Blinking through your stunning answer Thorin turned to claim his own bed staring up at the ceiling as your honey dripped hum danced through his dreams stirring a stream of hope that perhaps with your place in this group you all just might be able to pull this off. That is, if you are as skilled as Gandalf claimed you to be.

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Seated on the horse you shared with Gandalf you caught the scowling Prince looking back at you again from his place at the head of the line, once again exhaling spotting you locked in your latest lesson for Bilbo on varying forms of Elvish. The long stretches of days seemed to travel easier when you and the stubborn Prince and you stayed at opposite ends of the camp after your confrontation in Bag End. Holding your place focusing on Bilbo you bit your tongue at their every mention and insult about your kin. Thrown in the mix about each and every small hassle, “Blacklocks this and Blacklocks that.” Insulted and belittled, marked as untrustworthy. The most painful stemming from a sharp comment aimed at Nori at his latest thievery, “Best be careful there pointy hair! Someone might think you’re a Blacklock in a wig!”

Clenching your jaw you turned passing the group claiming your turn to bathe alone allowing your unnoticed tears to flow. Countless insults you could fire back, mumbling to yourself as you stripped, “What do they know of honor…” Sighing as the last of your layers fell to the ground and you walked into the frigid water to scrub mentally kicking yourself at your slipping insult, “No. No slipping. Just a few more months. Not long to Rivendell.” Feeling another tear stream down your cheek as you thought back to your Father most likely furious and terrified about your disappearance and lack of contact after you’d left without giving him any news of your Journey at all. Twirling the string of clan beads around your neck between your fingers, “Please don’t hate me Adad. I have to try.”

Returning again you buckled your arm braces back again as you slightly dripping short curls rested across the top of your head swaying and shifting as you walked. Sitting down beside Bilbo you eyed the young Princes eyeing you as your fingers rose easing the top half of your hair back in four braids meeting in a single ponytail before easing your fingers through the shorter layers underneath. Looking up your eyes locked on Kili’s as his teeth released his bottom lip as his final strand of restraint had broken causing him to ask, “Who’d you lose?”

Sharply Balin swatted his shoulder as Dwalin tossed his boot straight at his chest shouting, “Kili!”

With a soft giggle you smiled at him resting your hands in your lap replying, “My hair? Oh, no, nothing like that. Tried out a new liquid lighting mixture and, well, poof, up in flames, had to shave it off. But it’s growing bad fairly quickly. Lord Elrond gifted me some creams to help it along.”

Fili nodded, “It does reach past your ears now.” Holding a soft smile.

Kili wet his lips and asked in his same curious tone, “What about your beard though?”

With a sharp glare Thorin took this turn to shout, “KILI!”

Flinching back he inched back against the rocks behind him with downcast eyes only to look up again at your next giggle, “Runs in the family, beardless Dams.”

Eyeing you again the group all gave you a once over then turned back to their former conversations as Bilbo turned to you curiously asking, “Dwarf women have beards as well?”

You nodded with a soft smile, “Most do. But some families have the rarities like me.”

Bilbo, “And they, decorate them like this group does?”

You nodded, “Though most Dams don’t go to battle so their beards are mainly pristine and coated in gems and beads.”

Scratching his head Bilbo asked you as Thorin eyed the pair of you two once again with a stern gaze listening in, “So, when you say rarity, your preferred? Or-…”

Chuckling softly you replied, ignoring the flashing pitying gazes from the men around you, “Not preferred. Rather tolerated more like, depending on the clan. Most Dwarves prefer rounder, shorter and hairier women, of which I fail at all three. My only chance at a Husband is to dazzle him with my fighting or crafting skills if their willing to see past my strange habits.”

Bilbo’s brow raised as he set a comforting hand on your arm, “If it helps you’re quite dazzling by Hobbit standards, and impossibly polite and well mannered as well.” Leaning in closer switching to Elvish, “Unlike certain parties among our Company.”

Giggling softly you smiled at him stating, “Well thank you. If I fail in the next decade to claim one I’ll simply visit you and possibly gain your help in the search.”

Letting out a laugh as you chuckled again Bilbo replied, “Well, he certainly will be in for a shock if you still wish to travel.”

Smiling again you leaned back looking up at the stars as the others carried on with their former conversations unwilling to carry on what they obviously assumed to be a painful discussion for you, knowing what you had said about being considered unattractive by Dwarf Standards was true.

…

With a glance upwards your eyes fell on Gandalf appearing on the boulder behind you on the breeze with a soft smile passing you a bundle you giggled as you added to your pack. With another curious glance Thorin asked, “Trading gifts now?”

Meeting his eyes you replied, “If you must know they’re supplies for facing Smaug.”

Gandalf smiled, “Though I do have a nice butterfly sparkler ready for your birthday, I do know how much you’ve always loved them.”

Smiling larger you thanked him then felt your smile drop as another insult to your kin was slipped in rather loudly between Dwalin and Nori as his thievery once again was brought up. Sighing you ignored Thorin’s quizzical gaze as you rose with a stretch grabbing another pack of lembas from your bag and strolling to a bare patch of grass to stargaze.

With a soft huff Bilbo followed after you collecting an apple from his pack wondering how they could miss that their words were somehow irritating or offending you, driving his curiosity to spike about which of the two species of Dwarves before him was truer to the norm, hoping silently that it was you. Settling at your side Bilbo stretched out as Thorin moved closer to you both to hear better as Bilbo asked, “Do you know anything about the Blacklocks?”

Swallowing your mouthful you nodded, “If it hadn’t fallen to the creeping darkness you would have loved Orcarni. Just brimming with various elements and nutrients you can’t find near any other Dwarf Kingdom. And the Valar Orome was standing under their shadow when he first heard the singing of the Elves. Oh they have the most beautiful woven and painted items they craft in the rarest of shades and supplies, rarely visited other Kingdoms. But when they did they brought a crowd. I remember the first time they filled the markets in Dale, all the Men, Elves and Ereborians came to inspect their wares. Even King Thror sought out their skills to fill his halls.”

Bilbo propped up on his elbows with a quizzical look as you turned over on your stomach with a smile twisting your ankles you raised behind you as you rested on your folded arms, “Why do the others hate them?”

Sighing you eyed your lembas in your fingers ten met his eyes again as the young Princes joined their Uncle in eaves dropping, “Well. I will say this for my kin. We’ve many talents, skills and strengths, but our faults are most always our stubborn natures fueling our deep seeded urge to hate those breaking with those we are loyal to.”

“I don’t-.”

“They’re not-, they weren’t always-, well, Thorin was always a bit sullen, but, they used to be happier before Erebor fell.” Raising a brow Thorin noticed the whole group now crept closer hearing their future King’s name in the distance, “King Thror, Thorin’s Grandfather, he used to be so kind and caring.” 

With a giggle you continued, “He used to have this trick, his only magic trick mind you, he’d hide a peppermint in his palm and act like he flicked it out from behind my ear,” Thorin’s smirk grew remembering the trick as you giggled again, “But he always dropped it, and I’d have to pretend I didn’t see it fall and act surprised then run away after so he could get back to his meetings. Every time I showed up he’d make sure to say hello, tell a joke, try to make me smile.”

Bilbo’s brows pressed together as your smile dimmed, “Then he got sick, and everything started changing. I was just a child but, Thorin and his Brother got more sullen and their Sister Dis, Fili and Kili Mother, well she’d just had Fili so I didn’t see her as much. But I know the meetings got louder and longer, then they grew farther apart. Thror was so different, much darker than he was before, but he kept trying to fight it. You could still see the fire in his eyes, you could nearly hear him screaming if you looked long enough in them, fighting it. Then one day the screaming stopped and the tricks stopped and I wasn’t allowed in anymore. Well, he wanted to reclaim Moria and the King of the Southern clans, head of the Blacklocks refused aid for the cause, now they had, and still have the greatest forces of Dwarf warriors alive. But it was too dangerous and he refused to send his men to their deaths, so he was stripped of his seat in the Dwarven Council and banished from any talks between the other Dwarven races.”

Bilbo, “All the other clans wanted war? Then why not go without them? Why banishment?”

You sighed and cut off Thorin as he was ready to jump in, “Thror stems from Durin the Deathless, the first of the Dwarves to awaken. Making their clan the oldest. Thror united all seven clans under the guiding light of the arkentsone, so his word and ruling was law. Even when he’d lost himself no one dared to go against him, except King Dabondor. It wasn’t the best of plans, but it did have a solid reasoning behind it, and him breaking with his greatest force didn’t do anything to keep his other alliances in check without their brute force to back him up so Erebor started slipping. As terrible as it sounds they tried to come back again after, to make their other alliances stronger but the damage had been done.”

Bilbo, “Did they still go to battle?”

Exhaling slowly you nodded as the young Princes looped their arms unknowingly for comfort never having been told the true reasoning behind the split or even the ending of the great battle, “Yes. Shortly after the break of the Council Smaug attacked and they had to flee Erebor, ended up in the Blue Mountains. Then, nearly thirty years later Azanulbizar happened, the battle at Moria. Thousands, tried, to reclaim the overtaken city, but barely any of them returned. King Thror was among the fallen, and Prince Thrain, his oldest Son started wandering for a way to take back Erebor. He’s been lost for decades now. So, no matter, how arrogant they seem, every insult and comment, it’s simply pain. Both sides, lost their kin, friends and homes.”

Bilbo, “So were you from Erebor?”

You smiled softly, “I visited often, mainly lived in Dale most of the year, my Father was a member of their guard for a time.”

Bilbo, “You knew the King, but you don’t seem very close to the others.”

Chuckling softly you replied, “I mainly waited for my Father during the meetings. Hiding, more like, so I saw them but I was supposed to be out of the way.”

Bilbo, “I don’t think I can imagine Thorin with a smile.”

Giggling softly you bit your lip then replied, “Well he was second in line, the eldest Son, had to be serious. So he’d be standing all straight and proper then little Fili would trot up and curl around his ankle sitting on his boot,” 

You broke with a giggle as the group’s smiles grew at the image while Thorin’s gaze softened seeing how deeply your expression showed you cared about him and his kin as a child, leaving him to wonder what had happened to damage that. “And he’d drop everything, and I do mean drop. And just trot around making little Fili laugh and laugh as he carried him around making horse sounds between rides on his shoulders, and he’d keep going until he fell asleep or Fili would get a handful of his beard and just tug on it and give off this scream...”

With a snort Fili drew your attention as he tried to muffle his laugh as the memory of it flooded back before saying, “Sorry. Just haven’t heard that one in a while.”

Kili smirked asking, “What about Dwalin?”

Rolling your eyes you sat up with a playful smirk saying, “He, of all people has no right to scowl ever with him nearly on all fours playing battle ram for Balin’s Daughter, even going as far as to head butt things. He, sped through the halls with her on his back once and crashed into this giant, it kind of looks like a night stand, I can’t think of the right word for it in the common tongue. But it was thick mahogany and he knocked it over, and there was this,” You giggled as Dwalin groaned remembering as Thorin gave an uncommon chuckle while Balin teared up missing his little girl, “Hideous bust of Queen Niro. Just awful.”

Thorin shot you a playful glare, “My Father made that!”

You giggled again catching his playful gaze with another in return, “And there Is a reason she sent him to 5 hours of tutoring in sculpting a day.” Making him laugh as the others did around him as you looked back at Bilbo smiling as he watched you all interacting happily for once, “And then he takes off when Mipsy starts crying and of course I’m the only one they can find close by so I get escorted back to Dale, under the watch of five guards for hours until my Father returned from his meeting.”

Dwalin smiled as he said, “They never got mad at me for that.”

You nodded, “Well I wasn’t going to get you two in trouble, we were being sent to the Iron Hills the next week anyway.”

Thorin’s brows pressed together curiously as he asked, “What was your rank?”

Smiling you chuckled softly, “My personal rank, I didn’t have any. My Father was on the Council, doesn’t really matter now.”

Thorin, “Then how will I know to introduce you when the other Dwarves arrive home again?”

Smiling softly you replied, “My name should do nicely. I don’t need a title or really care for one.”

Thorin, “Everyone’s getting titles.”

Balin eyed you then said, “You must have been ranked much higher than just a Council member to be so near to our kin and King.”

Smiling deeper you held in your chuckle, “I was a child, the rules were far more lenient for me.”

Glancing up again you eyed the stars and position of the moon causing Gloin’s eyes to follow and say, “We should get to bed before it gets too late.”

Nodding the rest of the men rose moving to their chosen spots to set up their bedrolls as you said, “I’ll take first watch.”

Bilbo smiled saying, “Me too.” Joining your side on your walk to the tall stack of rocks nearby, settling beside you as he asked, “So, the Blacklocks, the other clans they rule over, what are they like?”

Smiling again you missed Thorin’s curious smile as he settled down on his bedroll easing off to sleep to the sound of your voice as his Nephews tried to stay up as long as they could manage trying to learn about the cast off races. Morning came with the Dwarf King spotting you still up looking off into the distance as Bifur and Nori kept watch from the rocks above the others. Looking you over his eyes fixed on the string of beads around your neck being slid between your fingers as you remained lost in thought.

...

For months you’d traveled together and it had gotten a bit warmer between you all but their long standing habit seemed to dig at you still. At least that much he’d began to notice but all mentions of your family or home brought your wall back up again driving them away only adding to the mystery of why you’d refused to speak about it.

Fixed in place on watch tonight Thorin stared off in the distance over your sleeping form spread out across the dirt using your arm as a pillow. With a nudge Dwalin caught his momentary gaze saying, “Maybe Grandfather kicked him out of the Council, in the end.”

Thorin exhaled softly mumbling, “Makes sense. Would explain why she refuses to speak about her family with us.”

Though that night he got a far more painful answer than he’d imagined for that question. Back on watch again beside Bilbo Thorin eyed your backs listening in as he usually did when the question finally came up he’d been dying to hear you answer.

Bilbo, “I have to ask, why don’t you talk about your family?”

Meeting his gaze briefly you sighed easing your fingers over your string of beads again, “I’m supposed to be in Rivendell right now. My Father doesn’t know where I am, only possibly that I’ve joined Gandalf on one of his Journeys.”

“Is that such a bad thing?”

“I’m not supposed to go anywhere without his permission. Not after my Amad and Brothers fell. But I couldn’t refuse the chance to help.”

“I’m sure he’ll understand.”

Sniffling softly you wiped your cheek and said shakily as Thorin fought his urge to jump up and comfort you only to pale as you said, “He may never speak to me again when he finds out I’ve gone off like this.”

Silently Thorin covered his eyes at what you’d risked to join his Company as Bilbo gently stroked your back while another tear slid down your cheek, “I’m sure he wouldn’t do that. Not to you.”

Pt 2

[thenoodlenews]

The Year of the Nerd

By: DP

Nerds rejoice! This will be an amazing year for us, and let me tell you why. The entertainment industry as of late has been booming! Movie after movie, TV show after TV show, and more video games are being developed every day. You thought last year was good? Well, buckle up, because here are all the nerdy developments coming this year.

Firstly, let me start off with what we’ve already seen up to this point. At the beginning of the year, A Series of Unfortunate Events premiered on Netflix. This show is based off the popular book series of the 2000’s and is one of the best books you will ever read. It’s weird, creative, mysterious, and breaks the fourth wall a lot. Plus, it’s all about readers! What could be better?

Next, Legion. It’s a tv show spinoff about the X-Men. It’s witty, it’s cool, and Aubrey Plaza is in it and that automatically makes it cool. Another book related show is Emerald City. This show is a retelling of The Wizard of Oz, where instead Dorothy is an awesome police officer and Toto is an awesome police dog. Girl power! The next big show is, Supernatural! That’s right ladies and gents, season 12 has already arrived. So if you’re a fan of the long time fantasy, science fiction, and magic show about two brothers and an angel going on adventures and did not know, now you do! Go check it out!

But before this goes on too long, let’s get to the exciting, yet to be premiered stuff. My priority, tv animation Rick And Morty is coming. If you haven’t heard of this show yet where have you been, hiding under a blee blob? We don’t have an exact release yet, but we know it’s this year, and so much is going to happen. Next, and a lot of you will be excited for this, the return of Twin Peaks! The long dead show from 20 years ago about mystery, small towns, and weird is returning in a reboot this May. Get hype. That was the biggest, and since there are too much more to describe, I’m just going to list them.

A new season of DC Heros of Tomorrow

Flash season 3

Marvel’s Ironfist

The Walking Dead

Game of Thrones season 7

Star Trek: Discovery

Grey’s Anatomy

Once Upon a Time

Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D.

Voltron: Legendary Defenders

Whew! That’s just barely brushing the surface, but that’s enough for now. Next is the new nerdy movies of the year. And honestly, this is the best part. I’m going to list these too because there is just so many. And it makes me so excited! But first, my personal favourite. The Lego Batman Movie was a gift, from both batman and lego. It’s funny, creative, beautifully animated, and took a very different, but good take on Batman. Okay, now I’m going to actually list the nerdiest movies of 2017

Guardians of the Galaxy Vol.2, releasing May 5th

Star Wars: The Last Jedi, releasing December 15(!!!!!!)

Power Rangers, releasing March 24th

Wonder Woman, releasing June 2nd

Justice League, releasing November 13th(I’m so excited)  

Transformers: The Last Knight, releasing June 23rd

Thor: Ragnarok, releasing May 5th

And last but not least, Spider-Man: Homecoming, releasing July 7th

Now I know I’ve already listed a lot of stuff, but it’s never enough for nerds. So I’m just going to do a quick rundown of upcoming comic book news. Quick, I promise.

Deathstroke issue #14

Superman Action Comics Reborn issue #925 part 2

Super Sons issues #1 and continuing

Batgirl and the Birds of Prey issue #8

Batman Detective Comics #952

Gotham Academy: Second Semester issue #7 

That’s all the important ones Marvel is meh okay bye! Thanks for reading, and enjoy nerdy binging.

[cipheress-to-k-pop]

Tension

Pairing: Danny Rand x Reader

Warnings: Mentions of injuries

Word Count: 4.5K

Summary: What happens when Iron Fist takes an interest in an undercover agent? (I’m so bad at summaries and Titles please forgive me)

A/N: This has been sitting incompleted in my drafts for like months and I finally got the energy and ideas to finish it. I feel accomplished.

It made sense that you and Danny never crossed paths. You were just a S.H.I.E.L.D agent and he was part of the superhero program. Even though you were similar in age, you didn’t attend the same school and you had no skills in common so you never saw each other during training.

You were born into being a S.H.I.E.L.D agent, growing up on the Helicarrier and training your entire life to be an undercover agent. You spent your days with different names and different personas, gathering intel and you were more skilled using weapons and gadgets than actual hand-to-hand combat, while he was parading around the city in a spandex suit.

You, of course, had heard of him but only by the name Iron Fist, and you had never seen him in person.

And it would have remained that way if you hadn’t gotten shot on your last mission. Even though it missed anything vital and the surgery had been a success, you were still told not to do anything that might agitate it for the next 3 months.

So, that was how you got transferred from the undercover agent assignments to team strategist department.

“But I don’t want to be in strategies!” You complained, stubbornly following Fury around the Helicarrier as he desperately tried to get away from you.

“Strategies is for boring people! Like Coulson!” You shouted ignoring Coulson’s offended ‘Hey!’, practically throwing a tantrum in the middle of the training room.

“And more importantly, you gave my assignment to that bitch, Lia?! I’ve been gathering contacts for that mission for around a year and you want me to just hand it over to that lazy piece of shit who would rub it in my face even if she never did anything for the mission?!”

That finally made Fury turn around to face you and you sighed in relief, hoping he would at least listen to you.

“Agent Coulson, make sure that every time (Y/N) swears, 50 bucks is cut down from this month’s pay check.”

You threw him a foul glare.

“You will be transferred to strategies in a week—”

“But I don’t want to—”

“Under the superhero programme—”

“Those pyjama freaks—?!”

“End. Of. Discussion.”

You glared at him so coldly, it could have frozen hell over. Your nails were digging painfully into the palm of your hand but you barely felt it through your anger.

You practically growled, pulling out a 50-dollar bill from your pocket and slamming it onto Coulson’s desk.

“MOTHER F—”

***

The first time you met a member of the team wasn’t one that you had expected. It was a month and a half into your recovery and you had written numerous mission reports on behalf of them and reset the programming of their training bots after each practice session but you still hadn’t met any of them.

The time you were taking to recover was driving you crazy. It made you feel weak. 2 months ago, you were in Barcelona, undercover as an underaged bartender for a mafia gang and now you were going to physiotherapy every week.

Since you were young and Fury didn’t want to take the change of you permanently injuring yourself, he was being very strict about what you could do, he basically confined you to a desk job for the next 2 months.

It was driving you mad.

So, one day when everyone was asleep, you snuck into the training area to practice shooting which you were sure had gone a little rusty since the accident. Nothing a little practice couldn’t help.

You picked up your favourite gun, smiling at the familiarity in your hand, loading it and clicking the safety off before pointing at the target and shooting.

The next thing you felt was excruciating pain. So painful that you were on the floor, pressing your forehead against the cold metal, wondering why this was happening to you.

The rebound of the gun had been too powerful for your arm to take. You felt your injury pull suddenly and you couldn’t think of anything other than the blinding pain as you cried on the floor. Feeling utterly helpless.

“Hello?”

You started, teary eyes getting wide at the sight of a blonde by the door. You had to wipe your eyes for your vision to focus, grunting in pain as you raised your arms again.

You recognized Iron Fist. You had been seeing footage of him and his team members for the last few weeks and writing mission reports about him but seeing him in person was a different feeling.

You hid your face, pulling your knees to your chest, hoping he would leave.

“I heard a gunshot.”

“Yeah,” Your voice cracked embarrassingly, “That was me.” 

“Everything alright?” He came closer to you, standing a foot away from you and you shook your head no.

In all honesty, you wanted to get off the floor and go back to bed, but your arm burned so painfully you were scared to move it again.

“Here, let me help.”

You froze, but still let him raise his hand towards you. You saw his palm light up before he pressed it to your shoulder and you whimpered, shuffling away from him but he continued to apply a gentle pressure.

Soon you felt the pain get better, it slowly reduced to a dull buzz.

“H-How did you do that?” You asked, turning to him with wide eyes and he chuckled, seeing the childish wonderment. You clearly had never seen him in person before even if he had seen you.

Danny noticed you the day he had joined S.H.I.E.L.D. You were returning from yet another mission and the soft blue dress you were wearing among armoured soldiers was hard to miss when he passed the debriefing room. Immediately, he stopped to peer inside.

The contrast between the soft summer dress and your cold, professional expressions sent a shiver down his spine. You looked so untouchable. However, he noticed the blush on your face when the agents complimented you and felt his heart flutter.

He had seen your road to recovery, he noticed you falling asleep at your desk every day, constantly doing work because you had nothing else to do and he wondered if it would be weird if he asked you to lunch sometime. For your sake, of course.

Looking at you curled up on the ground, he had wished he had done it sooner.

“You shouldn’t strain yourself before you’re ready.” He muttered, feeling tongue tied next to the girl he had been infatuated with from a distance.

You could only nod. This whole-time people had been telling you the same thing and you always retorted with confidence, saying that you were as good as ready to get back on the field. Never in your wildest dreams would you have thought they were right.

“I’m Iron Fist.”

“(Y/N).”

“I know.” His answer came a little too fast and had you raising a brow. Danny wished he adorned a mask to cover the whole of his face like Spiderman when he felt his cheeks becoming warm, “You write our mission reports. I’m not creepy, I swear.”

You chuckled airily, turning back to the gun that was left on the ground and you pulled it back into your hand before clicking the safety back on before chucking it across the room.

“Thanks for helping me.” 

“I’m glad I was there to help.”

***

After your first meeting, you found him approaching you more often after training. At first it was just ‘hello’s and ‘goodbyes. Then he began asking about your day and you gave him mundane responses before you were forced to ask him how his day was.

Then he started coming early before his training with a cup of tea for you, though it was sometimes juice, sometimes hot cocoa.

Then he started staying late after training and you would give him a bottle of water and complain about him being sweaty.

It was an unlikely friendship but nonetheless, you got closer as the days passed by and once you did, it didn’t take long for you to meet the rest of the team. They kept you company and you grew fond of the rest of them; however, it wasn’t the same way that you felt with Iron Fist.

Your crush on Iron Fist snuck up on you when you were least expecting it but once you realized it you couldn’t stop yourself from falling hard and deep. Still, you continued to hang out with him, pushing down the butterflies whenever he smiled and stopping yourself from grinning too wide whenever you were around him.

You tried to keep your relationship platonic, not wanting to get caught up in it because it was unprofessional. You didn’t even know his identity and you didn’t want to find out. You were afraid that once he revealed that part of his life to you there was no going back on your love for him.

So, you stayed friends, good friends.

***

“So, it all blew up in her face? Huh, I should say I’m surprised but I’m really not.” You said, sighing when Fury handed you the mission file that you had been working on for a year before handing it off to another agent.

“You get to relieve her of her duties and start working again. Effective as of next week.”

You were grinning now. The doctor had given you the all clear a month ago and you had been waiting for a mission to be handed off to you but it had been a quiet month, with no need for undercover or even recon missions.

To get back the mission that you lost when you got shot seemed like the best one to start off again, and you thought your day couldn’t get any better but it seemed like you were having an incredibly good day.

As soon as you exited the room, there stood Iron Fist in all his glory and your excitement got better of you. You bolted right into his arms, catching him off guard with a hug.

“Woah, did something happen?” He asked curiously but still wrapped his arms around you to return the hug. You pulled away, flashing him the mission file in your hand and grinned brightly.

“I finally got cleared for a mission!”

“Congratulations!”

“Thank you! I’m so excited! I have to go and prepare right away!”

“Wha—Right now?” He asked and you nodded frantically, “I’m off in about a week, lots to prepare before that.”

“Well, how long is it going to take?”

“Not sure, oooh, maybe I’ll get relocated someplace cool like Dubai or India or something.”

He didn’t seem to share your enthusiasm but just chuckled in a dejected sort of manner before nodding his head, “Maybe.”

***

“Partner? Fury, I don’t do partners. I am a single lady and would like to stay that way.”

He just sighed, used to your temper tantrums. Though he was honestly wishing he had a mute button on you. You were like the daughter he never wanted. Usually, he maintained a professional relationship with all the other agents but you were like the gem of the department.

Being one of the youngest and most capable of the agents was a reason for many of the older ones to fawn over you. I mean let’s be honest, a baby who can kick ass was adorable!

That always made you more outrageous than the other agents, letting yourself have the temper tantrums and choosing not to be a stiff, boring agent. You knew just how to push Fury to get what you wanted.

“The mission is to go to a socialite party and while you have the skills, you don’t have the contact.”

“That hasn’t stopped me before—”

“We need someone that has the last name to get you in. Besides, after last time, another agent looking after you wouldn’t be such a bad idea.”

Your face fell and Fury knew he made a mistake in choosing his words. Your lip quivered slightly and he heard an agent tut disapprovingly at him and mentally sighed.

“That wasn’t my fault...” You said softly, your voice seemed thick and he knew one wrong move could possibly break the floodgate. He sighed, wrapping an arm around your shoulder, “I know that. But we just want you to be safe. Just in case something goes wrong again, so this time somebody can have your back.”

You nodded sadly, lips in a small pout and eyebrows furrowed. Somewhere in the background he heard another agent whispering to another that Fury was trying to make you cry and felt his eye twitch.

“No one blames you for what happened.”

You nodded wordlessly again, still frowning.

“Tell you what, because it’s your first mission back, you get a higher budget for it.” That was it. Your face brightened like the sun and you giggled childishly, sending him a mischievous smirk as you thanked him.

You disappeared before he could even scold you and Fury then heard the rest of the agents burst into laughter about how you managed to play him.

Again.

***

“Daniel Rand.” You mumbled, looking over the case file. Apparently, he would be your partner for today but it was odd that you never heard of him before. It took you a very short time going through the S.H.I.E.L.D. database to find his name.

‘Daniel Rand, a.k.a. Iron Fist.’

‘WHAT?!’

Daniel Rand? The blond aristocrat that looked like he was picked out of your wildest dreams. With a face that could break hearts and make knees weak, was the confidant and friend that you had been crushing on for weeks now?

Wow, he definitely had a face to match.

Without realizing, you had been staring at his picture for about 5 minutes, fawning over his sharp jaw and deep green eyes with a ridiculous love-sick smile on your face, with your heart fluttering in your chest.

‘God, please, like me.’ You said in your head. So far you had sort of a flirtationship going on with Iron Fist but you wondered if it was the same for Danny. He didn’t seem like the kind of guy who would intentionally lead you on, but now that you were seeing his face, you realized just how little you knew about him.

He probably had a life of his own and you took up only a sliver of it. Being an agent, you didn’t leave the Helicarrier very often, and you certainly didn’t have too many very friends. You never really realized how much you were missing until you got shot.

Iron Fist, well Daniel, filled the void you felt during your time off but it was also very possible that he didn’t feel the same way, that you were just someone he spent time with to get over his boredom.

Maybe tonight would be the time to change that.

The mission was supposed to take place today, so you woke up bright and early to finish up some things. Go over case files, do a weapon check and pick out your outfit. You were supposed to wear something that would catch people’s attention. And in the back of your head, you also wanted to blow Daniel’s mind right out of his skull.

Red seemed like it would make a statement. So would a bodycon, or maybe a long dress with a high slit. You wanted to go all out for your first mission in months. Maybe even get a few jaw drops.

Finally deciding on an outfit, you quickly texted Daniel.

‘Wear (F/C).’

***

“This guy is coming right?” You asked, bored. You had been ready for about 15 minutes now, looking like you were dripping diamonds and lounging comfortably in Fury’s seat, with your legs thrown over the armrest.

“He’ll be here any minute now.” Said Coulson, checking his phone.

You rolled your eyes, “Why do I feel like this is one of those movie moments where the girl comes down the stairs and the guy is just staring at her with a jaw drop. Or like when the bride walks down the aisle and the groom bursts into tears.”

You sighed, checking your watch again. 20 minutes.

“For someone making me wait this long, he better be so good looking that it makes me cry.”

“Well, I hope I don’t disappoint.”

The new voice certainly turned a few heads and there stood Daniel Rand. The pictures online really did him no justice. Sure, you didn’t cry, but your eyes definitely didn’t feel worthy to be looking something so pretty in the eye.

Before you could help it, a ‘wow’ slipped past your lips and he blushed, having heard you. Wow, he was cute inside and out. Unfortunately, Coulson had to come in where he wasn’t wanted and suggested a quick briefing which you had to agree to.

In the middle of the briefing, Coulson handed you a ring box and you raised a brow, “I’m a little young for you, don’t you think?”

He let out an irritated sigh but you noticed the tips of his ears turn red from embarrassment, “You’re posing as his fiancé. You need an engagement ring to match.”

“Shouldn’t he be getting on his knee then?” You joked, gaping at the size of the diamond for a second before slipping it on, completely missing the way Danny got redder at your teasing, “Wow, it suits me so well one would think I was made to be a socialite’s fiancé.”

Danny didn’t say anything and you brushed it off, putting him off as the shy but cute bookworm who would come through in a difficult situation. As soon as the thought came to mind, you facepalmed. All it took was one good looking guy to mess up your work habits.

“Well, come on honey, we have a party to get to.” You called out teasingly and handed him the keys to the car before strutting to the garages.

Coulson clapped him on the back with a small smirk on his face, “Good luck, honey.”

***

It didn’t take much effort to meet your contact in the party and you quickly left Danny’s side to discreetly to get any information he could pass to you. You quietly chatted with the contact.

Behind you, you vaguely heard a bunch of girls flock around him, giggling shrilly and trying to flirt with him. You resisted rolling your eyes. You had on an engagement ring but Danny’s finger was still bare and even though he might have announced being taken to them, apparently it was necessary for a ring to show his commitment. Something told you that even if he got it tattooed on his forehead, people would still try to flirt with him.

He just had one of those faces. Those faces that made people lose all reason. I mean, you’re slightly annoyed at the girls that have no moral and are shamelessly throwing themselves at him. But really, can you blame them?

Danny was gorgeous. He looked like a Greek Adonis that was sent down from the heavens to grace your eyes. Honestly, you couldn’t take your eyes off him while the two of you were driving down to the party.

Seeing them get handsy was more irritating than It usually would be. As annoying as it was to see these women through all their morals out the window and try and get a taken man to reciprocate their advances, it was more annoying to see them gawk over the guy you were crushing on.

A part of you wanted to just leave him in the car and not have anybody look at him.

But to keep your crush a secret, you maintained your distance from him, talking to the contact in a mixture of different languages so no one would be able to understand. Once you were done, you opted for getting a drink until you saw the pleading look on his face and almost felt bad.

So, you sauntered over to him, cutting right through the throng of girls, disgusted to see that some of them had wedding rings on, right to Danny’s side, snaking an arm around his waist and placing your hand underneath on his chest, giving him a sweet smile.

The shiny engagement ring on your finger caught their attention and they frowned, reminded that they were allowed to look, but not to touch.

“I hope you didn’t miss me too much.” You said, syrupy sweet and loud enough for the girls to hear before turning to them with a charming smile, “I hope my fiancé wasn’t too short with you girls today, he’s very stressed lately, with the wedding planning and all.”

Their faces fell further when you leaned into him and they could all recognize the possessive glint in your eyes. A look that said, I saw you trying to get your hands on something that was mine, you vultures.

The left you two quickly after that, resorting to go gossip in some corner. You wondered if they were snivelling about you but then realized that you shouldn’t be too cocky.

Instead, you turned your unamused gaze to your ‘fiancé’, pulling away from him with a frown.

“I’m assuming that you haven’t come here to flirt with someone else’s wife.”

“I wasn’t flirting though...” He replied innocently and you pursed your lips, resisting the urge to scowl at him. Instead, you just sighed and turned away from him, keeping an eye on the rest of the guests.

If what you were told is true, then someone is going to attempt an assassination on your contact and it was your job to protect him. However, you were distracted once more when he placed a hand on your waist.

You meant to turn around and ask him what he was doing but his grip was strong and he then pressed his lips to your ear. You froze, neck getting uncomfortably hot.

“At the entrance to the foyer.” He mumbled, looking into the mirror that was facing the entrance. Sure, enough you saw it too, the glint that came from the shadows. Someone was there.

The two of you still managed to stay inconspicuous, pretending like you were a couple in love. You turned to him with a smirk, hand going to your thigh where a gun was holstered.

“What do you say about getting out of here?”

With a hand around your waist, he led you to the other end of the room. Just as you expected, a waiter came up to you, trying to guide you elsewhere and you realized that both exits were covered. Grinning up at him, you asked him where the restroom was, giggling in a way that suggested something and he showed you up to the staircase to a hallway. 

Some of the older couples gave you knowing smiles while some of them passed disgusted glances as you made your way to the bathroom that for some reason had a couch in it. Damn, rich people.

You pulled up a schematic of the house, along with security cameras and looked figured out that each one of the exits were covered. Quickly making a plan with Danny, the two of you were about to exit again when you stopped him

You reached up and raked your fingers through his hair, dishevelling it a little before messing up his collar and slightly untucking his shirt. Taking a step back to admire your handiwork, you stopped for a second.

Something was missing.

It quickly occurred to you and you used your thumb to ruin your lipstick a little before smearing it at the base of his neck, “That should be convincing enough. Don’t you think?”

You didn’t give him a moment to answer, not that he even could, with you so close that he could smell your perfume and the scent made him feel dizzy. You pulled away to mess up your own hair and dress.

“How do I look?”

“Dishevelled.”

“Excellent.”

***

“Mission successful, assassination attempt was unsuccessful, contact is safe and being placed into witness protection, assassinators are in custody for questioning. Report 291220. Agent 290803. Phase Beta successful.” You reported into the com set.

Danny was quiet beside you, choosing to pay attention to the road while you deactivated your gadgets for the night. A quick glance from the corner of your eyes made your heart speed up just a little. He was doing that thing where he drove with just one arm.

“You know...” You started, clicking the safety on your gun, avoiding his eyes, “We don’t have to go back to HQ right now? We can get some dinner or something? In the mood for a veggie burger?”

“Is this meant to be platonic?”

“It’s meant to be a date.” You commented. His jaw tightened slightly and you raised a brow at him, did you really make him so uncomfortable?

“I thought you were in a relationship.”

“What?”

“Iron Fist. You like him, don’t you?”

An amused chuckle left you. Of course. He didn’t know you were aware of his secret. Resisting the urge to laugh at him, you shot him a smirk, leaning against your arm.

“What he doesn’t know won’t hurt him.”

Danny’s hands tightened around the steering wheel, knuckles turning white. He didn’t look at you, instead staring at the road with a steely gaze and for a second you wondered if you shouldn’t have pushed him.

“It’s a little hypocritical of you to nag me for not being loyal in a fake engagement and then going behind Iron Fist’s back, don’t you think?”

His voice was tight and he was gritting his teeth as he talked to you. You sighed, not wanting to upset him, “Not when you’re the same person.”

He jerked.

“Woah! Drive straight dude!”

“You knew?”

You snorted, “Pretty much, yeah. And since when are we in a relationship? I don’t remember you ever asking me out?”

His cheeks coloured, embarrassed and he looked away from your gaze, “I was planning to.”

“You’re lucky you’re cute.”

You continued in a comfortable silence while he drove. You weren’t really paying attention to where he was driving, choosing to look at him with a small smile. He really was beautiful. Judging by his red ears, he was well aware of your staring.

Eventually, he pulled into a parking space and you were mildly surprised to see he had driven you to a McDonalds. You grinned at him and he returned the smile, getting out of the car to open your door before taking your hand.

“You owe me a date.”

You sent him a soft smile, curling your finger underneath his chin before pulling him in for a gentle kiss. He returned it immediately, slightly pushing you onto the car door and gripping your hips. You pulled away, giggling when you realized some of your lipstick was now staining his.

Chuckling, you leaned up until your lips were brushing against his ear, “Hey genius, you still haven’t asked me out yet.”

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Danny Rand when he gets injured

Anon Asked: Hello. Could I possibly request some USM Danny Rand headcanons where he gets hurt on a mission and tries to hide it from his s/o, but they find out anyway.

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A/N: Aww I love you too! Sorry it’s so late! Also, I might defnitely be wrong but @imcarolinashannon​ was it you who requested it?

This happens when Danny’s a little older and the two of you have been dating for a while

When he was younger there was S.H.I.E.L.D. issued check-ups after each mission

But as the team got older it was easier for them to brush off medical attention

And that’s exactly what Danny did one day when he returned from a mission

Because it was late at night and all he wanted to do was crawl into your shared-apartment and cuddle you

Finds you asleep in the bed and slowly slips into bed and holds you

You’re like dead asleep because you worked a night-shift and then a whole day shift

When he wakes up however, you’re gone

And he’s a little disappointed but also

He knows you’re definitely having it harder than him

The life of a nurse isn’t easy

So, he tries to get up but just feels an overwhelming pain in his chest

Literally went blind for a second because it was so painful

When he lifts his shirt, he notices a huge bruise and just sighs

Wondering why he didn’t expect to be sore the next day

But he just sucks it up

Takes a hot shower and puts an ice back to the bruise

Before continuing with his day

It kind of bothers him for the rest of the day but he doesn’t really say anything

Until he gets hit by a villain that same day in the exact same spot

Feels so much pain that he passes out

When he comes to, he’s in a hospital room with the rest of the team

And he’d expect them to be happy

But they’re just like

“Dude you should’ve been unconscious for some more time.”

And he’s like “eh?”

“(Y/N)’s still super angry. You should’ve waited until she cooled off.”

And suddenly he’s all nervous again

But he wants to see you and reassure you that he’s okay

And just then you come inside the hospital room, looking tired af

And your boyfriend just feels bad for doing that to you

But when your eyes land on him you give him such a glare that he honestly begins sweating

“You should’ve said you were injured.”

“It wasn’t that bad.”

“Says the man who passed out after getting shoved by some pansy.”

“That’s....fair.”

Still furious, you just make your way around the room, taking his vitals

The others were just trying very hard to blend in with the walls

To escape your wrath

“I can’t believe you didn’t get checked up. You already have a career where you’re thrown around like a blonde ragdoll and you want to skip medical check-ups after you get run over by a bunch of villains.”

He sighs, trying to get you to relax

“It wasn’t that bad.”

And you stop your little frustrated tangent looking at him with surprise

“Oh, it wasn’t that bad? Forgive me, my medical expertise has made me ignorant, because obviously going unconscious in the middle of a fight and getting admitted into the hospital isn’t bad enough for a superhero. Okay, by all means, why don’t you try getting up?”

Nervous underneath your gaze, Danny tries to move

But he feels a sharp pain and immediately flops back onto the bed

And you’re giving him an irritated smile

“Oh? Is it too painful? You probably would’ve known not to do that if you had gotten medical attention when you first got injured, but apparently, broken ribs aren’t that bad.”

And he just sighs at the look on your face, letting you storm out of the room to calm down

Only when the rest of them are sure you’re gone do they turn come out of hiding in the corner

You come back after they leave, checking up on Danny’s vitals and giving him a dose of his medications

When he grabs your hand, pressing a kiss to your knuckles

“I’m sorry for not getting it looked at. It was my mistake. I won’t do it next time.”

And you just sigh and pull up a seat next to him

“Danny it’s bad enough that you risk your life every night as a superhero, but you can’t miss these things. I could’ve lost you today, you could’ve died because you passed out in the middle of the field.”

He feels incredibly guilty thinking about your reaction when the team called you

You were probably scared and incredibly worried about it

That hurt him more than his ribs ever could

He wanted to tell you how sorry he was but instead he just cups your cheek, apologizing again

Kissing you softly and you melt in his arms

“I’m sorry, I promise next time I’ll be careful and I’ll get looked at after each mission.”

“If you don’t, I’ll beat you up myself.”

“I love you, thank you for staying with me.”

“I love you too, so much, so please think about me the next time you think of skipping check-ups. I don’t know what I’d do if I ever lost you.”

“I’m sorry for worrying you, my love, I promise it won’t happen again.”

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Ferris Wheel

Pairing: Danny Rand x Reader

Word Count: 1234 words

Warnings: None

Anon asked:  Danny rand x reader where the reader has healing powers, and Danny has a huge huge crush on them, and the whole team knows. They all decide to go to carnival or something and everyone’s trying to put the reader and Danny together which the reader is oblivious to and Danny’s trying to impress them or something and then they finally admit their feelings on the Ferris wheel. Love ur work!!

A/N: Sorry it took so long to post! I initially started it out as a headcanon but it didn’t really work so then I had to scrap the whole thing and start from scratch again. Anyway, I hope you like it

The only thing that Danny could hear was the sound of people screaming on the rollercoasters and his own heart beating in his chest.

He was practicing his lines in his head, ‘(Y/N) I have something I need to tell you.’

You turned to him with a beam and pointed towards the rollercoaster. He nodded absentmindedly before letting you pull him along and he continued to rehearse his confession, only pulling his hands from yours when he had to wipe them on the sleeve of his hoodie.

Luckily for him, you just assumed that he was scared to get on the ride and comforted him gently. He just smiled at you and continued to get lost in his thoughts.

‘(Y/N), I fell for you.’

You screamed out of fear beside him and he deflated. He knew you were screaming because of the rollercoaster but it seemed like a bad omen to him.

When the two of you got off the ride, you raced to the desk where they showed the pictures taken and laughed at how deep in thought Danny looked.

“Were you meditating?” You teased and he indulged you with a smile, “Yeah, I was so scared.”

“You have a job as a superhero, and this scares you?”

He just chuckled when you grabbed his hand and pulled him once again, mind fading to the moment when you both first met.

You were part of the Beta team of the junior superhero programme, who consisted of superpowered people with powers that couldn’t be used in combat like telepathy, vision faculty and in your case, healing abilities.

S.H.I.E.L.D. took you in and trained you in combat so you could go for on field missions and such and for that purpose, they would pair you up with the superheroes from the Alpha team for training.

You had briefly met Danny only during introductions and you were partnered up with Spiderman, so there was no need for the two of you to interact. He was indifferent about you and never really thought about you outside of training.

But that all changed very soon.

It was after a terrible mission. Danny had taken a fatal blow and was red lining, they needed to speed up his healing to save him and that’s where you came in ever though you weren’t completely trained yet.

In his dazed and delirious state, all he remembers was your beautiful face hovering above him with your hair framing either side. The fluorescent lights behind you seemed like a halo and like you where an angel.

He didn’t remember whispering ‘wow...’ before he lost consciousness.

When he woke up next morning, it was like a case of the Little Mermaid, the only difference being that he remembered who had saved his life and he fell head over heels.

You were none the wiser to his lovesick gazes across the training room and how he was just more attentive to you, always offering you water and helping you up on the floor.

Just because you were oblivious though, doesn’t mean the rest of both teams turned a blind eye.

Immediately, the mission to bring you both together had begun. Spiderman switched with Iron Fist to train with you, they would invite you to hang out with them after school and such and whenever they would get a chance to talk to you, they would only be talking up Danny.

Unfortunately, you still seemed clueless about his feelings for you and just assumed that he was just a very caring guy. Which he was.

As a last try to get Danny to confess to you, everybody decided to go to the carnival, and you were all too excited to notice the way they were plotting behind your back.

Of course, you entered as a group but little by little, they kept going their separate ways until only you and Danny were left alone together, all according to plan. The plan being that you and Danny be given some time alone together so he could confess to you.

But so far, the moment never seemed right, it was always too noisy and crowded and he was also afraid that you would reject him. You were much like him as well, kind-hearted and caring and it was difficult for him to distinguish your feelings from your nurturing personality.

But he thought that he could finally get the opportunity to when you had tugged him along into the line for the Ferris Wheel. Alone, and away from all the noise and chaos would be the perfect place to confess to you.

As the cart kept rising, so did his heartrate and you sat quietly beside him, just watching the people on the ground get smaller and smaller.

You turned back to him with a small smile, “I know I was super excited to get on this but now that we’re actually here, it seems kind of boring.”

You weren’t even close to the top yet, so it would take some time before we had to get off.

He smirked at you, “Well if you’re that bored there is another way down.” Before gesturing at the window and you giggled, slapping his arm.

“If that’s the way we go then I’m using you to break my fall.”

“You would hurt me?”

“I’m the only one who could heal you! There’s no good in that if I’m dead!”

The two of you were laughing so hard now that the cart began shaking lightly and you froze, grabbing onto Danny’s arm. He chuckled lightly, pulling you closer so you wouldn’t feel scared.

“You’re a superhero and this scares you?” His voice was soft and spoken right by your ear, making this moment a lot more intimate that you had expected.

“What if the cart just falls off?” You murmured quietly, playing with his fingers that were wrapped around your waist. He chuckled again and you felt the deep rumble that erupted from his chest.

“It isn’t going to just fall off.”

“Don’t jinx it!” You whispered harshly, slapping his arm again and he laughed, resting his head on your shoulder. The two of you watched the world get smaller, in each other’s arms and heard the crowd get faint.

“Is the ride still boring?” He asked gently and you shook your head, “Not with you.”

“You know, I’ve been meaning to tell you something.”

“Hmm?”

“Yeah,” He was sure you could feel his heartbeat pick up in his chest, but he just swallowed it down painfully and continued, “I like you, (Y/N).”

“I’m hoping this isn’t in a platonic sense.”

He chuckled again, letting you turn in his arms to face him, “No, very much in a romantic sense.”

You gave him a blushing smile before pecking his lips lightly. Danny felt like time was frozen and that he would never come down, “I’m glad.”

He was outright grinning when he kissed you again, cupping your cheek and winding an arm around your waist.

When the ride finally ended, the two of you were still grinning ear to ear but when you turned to get off the cart, all you saw was the team standing outside with huge grins. Peter was sending you a thumbs up while Sam was making embarrassing kissy faces.

Cringing, you turned to the person who was working at the ride, “Can we have one more ride?”

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Obvious Enough

Pairing: Danny Rand x Reader

Word Count: 809

Warnings: Mentions of bullying

Anonymous said: Can I request a one-shot of Danny finding out his crush is being bullied (because she’s very obvious about liking him back and maybe other girls and their ‘boyfriends’ that like him are jealous) and how he’d comfort and protect her??

A/N: I hope you don’t mind I turned this into sort of a drabble because I didn’t really have much time nor inspiration for it. Regardless I hope you like it.

He knew something had to be wrong. Something had changed in the time that he left for a mission. He was absent from classes for a couple of days but when he returned, he realized that something had changed.

Long and meaningful stares across the hallways turned into short and fleeting ones. Short but lingering touches turned to shivers and flinches whenever he even tried to reach you. You didn’t even talk to him anymore.

It hurt him. During the duration of the mission, he only thought of getting back to you, of seeing your beaming face and of finally getting the courage to tell you how he felt.

But you didn’t even look at him once he got back, you flinched whenever he tried to reach for you, you ran in the opposite direction whenever he tried to approach you and it hurt him.

A part of him just wanted to let you go if you seemed to hate him so much, if you seemed that you changed your mind about liking him, but another part of him wanted to follow you to the ends of the earth and demand why.

He’d find out the reason soon enough, that you had been bullied into staying away from him. That you were so scared that those who cornered you would do it again, because of him.

And he would be so hurt and angry when he found out. He wanted to confront you, he wanted to tell you that he’d protect you from whoever threatened you, he wanted to reassure you that he felt strongly for you and it wouldn’t change.

But most importantly, he wanted to show the people who ever threatened you that he would be by your side and that if they ever tried to approach you ever again, he’d be there to put them in their place.

He thought about it for a long time, meditated over it and then thought about it all over again. He wanted to talk to you, to tell you how he felt, but something stopped him. The thought of rejection, the fear of you blaming him for all the hateful words and violent actions you had received.

In the end, he decided that he should at least talk to you.

When he managed to get you to talk to him for more than a few monotonous words and empty expressions, you broke down in front of him and he felt his heart tear in his chest.

He felt unbelievably angry, an emotion he hadn’t felt so powerfully in a very long time.

“They, they cornered me,” You whimpered into the safety of his arms, “They told me not to get my hopes up and that I was ruining their chances and that if I didn’t learn my place soon, they would teach it to me.”

He held you tightly, placing your head underneath his chin while you cried, “It was so scary, Danny, I know I should have told somebody but people who do this rarely ever change. I was scared that they would get angry with me.”

“I understand.” He soothed, “You don’t have to worry about them anymore, I promise that I won’t let anybody hurt you.”

“I’m sorry that I avoided you.” You whispered, your fingers digging into the muscles of his back as you tried to calm yourself. He ran his fingers through your hair.

“I’m sorry that this happened to you. It’s mainly my fault.”

You pulled away, meeting his eyes, “It’s not your fault, it’s theirs. I wanted to be brave and just stick it to them, but I just panicked. Every time I wanted to talk to you, I just got scared that they were probably watching me.”

Groaning, you rubbed your face and let him pull you into his arms again, “It sounds so pathetic, I’m getting blackmailed and threatened into staying away from the guy that I like and I’m actually scared of them.”

His heart leapt in his chest when he heard what you said and he couldn’t stop the small smile that grew on his face, “You like me?”

You froze and he felt it but then you pulled away, a blush creeping up your cheeks and a shy smile on your face, “It wasn’t obvious enough?”

“You could have been a little more obvious.” He teased and you chuckled into his neck.

“I promise, if they bother you again then I won’t let them lay a finger on you. I swear.” He pressed a kiss to your head and you sighed happily, relaxing in his arms.

“By the way, just for namesake, would you go out with me?”

He couldn’t help the puff of laughter that left him and he chuckled into your hair. You looked up at him with a teasing smirk, “Obvious enough for you?”

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Danny Rand with a Cheerleader s/o

Anonymous said: May request hcs for Danny Rand x Cheerleading!s/o?? (You’re writings amazing, I love everything you write!)

A/N: Thank you so much!! I love you anon!! Sorry it’s so short btw, I just didn’t have enough inspiration to come up with a storyline for this headcanon

He totally shows up to all your pep rallies and meets

Sometimes even comes to practice to show you his support

But it’s mostly because he knows how tired you get after practice so he’s there to give you piggy back rides back home

Now Danny has school spirit but he’s also more on the mellow side

So, it’s not like he’s going to be shouting about it everywhere he goes

But he definitely won’t complain when you plop onto his lap and begin to paint his face in school colours

Thinks you look really cute in your uniform and will cheekily admit that he stares at you when you’re wearing it

The type of guy to hold your pom poms while you’re in the bathroom

Definitely shakes them around without realizing it

If you’re a flyer then even though he knows that you’ve done this like a hundred times, he still gets nervous

If you’re a spotter or a base then he admires your strength

He knows you’re always sore so he gives you massages from time to time

Even does your workouts with you

And Danny is the immortal Iron Fist

He’s trained for years

Fought supervillains 

But he was NOT made for the workout that you go through

Helps you practice but it’s obvious that he has no idea what he’s doing and nearly drops you half of the time

He loves watching you tumble

It’s just so mesmerizing to watching you do cartwheels and somersaults and such

Your stamina and agility are remarkable

So much so that he sometimes thinks that you could be a superhero

Whenever he watches your routines, his eyes are always on you

He’s so proud to admit that his girlfriend is a cheerleader

Totally agrees with you when you say that it’s a sport

Like the supportive boyfriend he is, he always brings you energy bars and water bottles and things like that

Helps you stretch before practice because warmups are important

The rest of the team totally gush about how cute your boyfriend is and you have to agree

He’s extremely supportive of you and tries to be involved in this part of your life without being overbearing

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Danny Rand with an s/o who is selectively mute

Anon asked:  May I request hcs of Danny with a selective mute partner who doesn’t talk unless extremely close/comfortable with you??

A/N: Shoutout to my friend @spacesuitsforemergency​ she just hit a 100 followers!

He completely validates you

There are people who say that selective mutism isn’t a thing and that you were just trying to get attention

But Danny, even though he may not completely understand what it must feel like, he completely validates your emotions and never pressures you to speak

He gets pissed off when people pick on your and try to get you to speak

Tells them off because you can’t

He becomes fluent in the language that is you because he knows you so well and knows the way that you think

Once he asked everybody’s opinion on something and you gave the most incomprehensible gesture that no one understood and Danny was like

“Yeah you make a good point.”

It makes you feel special because you have almost a kind of secret language with him

Once you literally pointed up and he was like “Yeah, I know, I think the helicarrier is cool too.”

And everyone was like????

He has to admit that he wants to know what your voice sounds like but he would never pressure you into trying to talk

Sometimes he’d talk to you about your voice like as if he’s heard it before

“It probably sounds like an angel.” He murmured one day, deep in thought and you blushed shaking your head

“Better than an angel? Well then I’ll have to believe you.”

Dates are usually not at crowded places because you get scared that you’ll get separated and not be able to find him

And coffee dates and things like that just don’t make sense because you couldn’t hold a conversation in the early stages

He likes to experience things with you so he’d teach you how to meditate or do yoga and in return you’d teach him something

He practiced sign language in the shower so he could impress you with how much he was able to remember

Dates are lowkey, movie dates, study dates, yoga dates

His favourite? Cuddle dates

It never starts out that way though

He comes over to watch a movie or something and you’re just lying on your bed, cocooned underneath blankets and he just crawls underneath them and hold you 

Hands down best dates ever

You appreciate that he’s not the type to think that you need words to build a stable relationship

Like people think that if you don’t know some embarrassing childhood incident that happened to them then you’re not really close

Danny disagrees and he thinks that if you can trust a person enough then you don’t need to know their backstory

As you get older and more comfortable, the silence between the two of you isn’t so silent anymore

Before it used to be like a silent movie brought to life but you two are so in tune with each other that it feels like he can hear you

He also doesn’t get upset or discouraged when you haven’t spoken a word to him even after a year of dating

He told you about his secret identity one day and when you had asked him why he told you his response was

“It’s not like you can tell anybody anyway.”

You were confused on whether to smack him or laugh at him

Sometimes he’s so cheeky and it’s unbelievable

You saw him one day, during the Carnage bomb, there was a few Carnage minions behind him

You wanted to saw something, to alert him, to save him but you couldn’t get the words to get out

Tears were gathering in the corners of your eyes in fear that he would get taken over because you couldn’t use your voice

So instead you just threw something at him, hoping he would get the message

He did, fortunately, and you have never felt more relieved when he turned around and saw you, giving you a smile

You bolted immediately, running into his arms and burying your face in his neck

He was going to tell you to leave and hide because it still wasn’t safe but he felt the way your heart was racing against his and he thought it wouldn’t hurt to calm you down first

You were trying to catch your breath

You wanted to tell him, now more than ever, you needed to tell him

But something was stopping you, you weren’t sure what it was, maybe it was the comfort that you had built up not speaking, you were worried that if you did now then everything wouldn’t be the same again

But you thought about how scared you were when you thought that Danny would get taken and you wouldn’t ever get the chance

You wanted to say it, to him

You wanted your first word to be

“Danny.”

He froze, breath hitching when you whispered it into his ear and one by one tears began falling from your eyes as you tightened your grip around him

“I love you...”

“I want to see your face...” He told you gently and you pulled away so he could look at your tear-stained cheeks and look you in the eyes

“I love you.”

Even though you spoke to him, you weren’t exactly able to do it often

But it made it more meaningful to you, that you would only tell him something that had so much importance instead of mundane things

He still doesn’t force you to speak though

He lets you take the time you need and only speak to him when you want to

Bottom line is that he loves you

He’s not the type to think that he loves you despite you being selectively mute

He likes to think that he loves you and loves your voice and will wait until you’re comfortable enough with him to speak freely around him

But in his heart, he doesn’t care if he spends the rest of his life without hearing you speak

As long as he can spend the rest of his life with you

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Danny Rand with an s/o with Telekinetic Powers

Anon asked: Can you please do headcanons of Danny Rand dating a girl with powers like Psylocke (if you know who she is)?

You never used your powers

Ever.

Your parents forbade it and you understood, you couldn’t control them and with nowhere to practice it seemed like you would never gain control over them

So, you kept them hidden, never using your telekinesis even when you were extremely lazy

Constantly living in fear that one day it would take control of you

Until there was a sinister six attack on the city

They were ruthless, destroying everything in sight and they didn’t care who got hurt

You weren’t going to use your powers, because there were more than enough heroes 

But the Avengers were off world for a mission and so all New York City had left were the junior heroes who admittedly weren’t that much worse

But with this much destruction there were bound to be casualties but you had to just watch

Besides, if you had tried you would have only made it worse

Buildings were collapsing and it seemed like one apartment complex was going to crumble with hundreds of civilians inside

You planned to just turn your head away, but the building wobbled alarmingly and a child who was looking out of the window screaming for help toppled out of it

You screamed, hands coming up as if you could catch him and your telekinesis began holding the building up as thrums of people ran out

Once you were sure everyone was out safely, you let it fall, using your telekinetic blasts to turn large parts of the building into dust before it hit anybody

You didn’t wait around for people to notice you, just hiding your face before running

You thought that would be the last of it, the sinister six got defeated and you continued to live like you weren’t special

One day you got home to the director of S.H.I.E.L.D. standing at your doorstep

"I want you to join my team.” “No thank you.”

“We could teach you to control your powers and use them.” "I’m good, thank you.”

Finally, he doubled down on the guilt and told you that you couldn’t hide a part of yourself forever and you froze

Using your powers had felt so good.

And it felt even better because you helped tons of people

So, you agreed and wham bam bibity bam you joined the team that Spiderman was leading

The first day was supposed to be training but it was more of an evaluation

They locked you in a room and then 50 robots were shooting at you

So, after being shocked af for like a whole minute, you created a psi katana and set to dicing them

All while the team watched with jaws wide open

So, then you became a full-fledged member but you didn’t spar with them because as of now you couldn’t control your strength in attacks

But you get along with them well enough, especially with Iron Fist, who felt it was important to learn to fight without the use of powers

You spent most your time with him

But just because he said that sparring without powers was important, he always went heart eyes for you when he saw you use them

When you were whipping around your psi-whip and practically annihilating everybody on the battlefield he would get distracted looking at you

The boy was whipped

Pun intended

And the team was very high key shipping the two of you

“Alright, Iron Fist! You’re with (S/H/N)! Others, pick your own teams!”

“Actually, I’m kind of late for a study group so why don’t the two of you go ahead and watch the movie without me?”

“You know I’m not very good at this subject but you should ask Danny.” “Ava, Danny doesn’t even take calculus.”

And that’s how you went on unofficial dates until you got annoyed that you couldn’t call him your boyfriend

“So, when exactly are you planning to ask me out?”

“What?”

“When are you planning on asking me out on an official date?”

“I thought we were already kind of dating?”

You just sighed, taking a look at his red face, “I knew I should have just asked instead of waiting.”

Danny is the best boyfriend

He’s doting but not clingy and indifferent but not distant

He’s always reassuring you when you feel scared about using your powers

As you gain mastery over your abilities, you start to get the hang of telepathy

“Hi, darling!”

“Are you? In my mind?”

“It’s a nice change since you’re always on my mind.”

Cue Danny blushing in the middle of his biology class

You usually use your telepathy to talk to him when you don’t want others hearing or when you’re too far away from each other and you are too lazy to text

“Do you think Sam knows that his pants are ripped?”

“Probably not.”

“Are we going to tell him that his pants are ripped?”

“Probably not.”

You kissed him first

You kissed him when he told you that you were more beautiful and powerful that you realize and that he believed in you

He’s very good at it for some reason

Suspiciously good

In battle, you were a well-oiled machine, never needing to look after your own back because you trusted the other to do it for you

You work so well in fact that Nick actually sends you on missions together

Even the city thinks that you’re couple goals

Like they make video compilations and things like that

And let me tell you they have ALOT of footage to choose from

You two are a match made in heaven

And no one can deny that

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USM reaction to their GF being scared of a spider

@spacesuitsforemergency​ asked:  Could you do headcanons of the USM Teams gf screaming from somewhere in the house and they freak out thinking they just got stabbed or something but it was really just a spider? Thank you!!

A/N: Thanks for requesting this! It was so much fun to write! Also sorry it’s so late, when I recieved the request it was literally 6 in the morning and I hadn’t gotten a wink of sleep.

Peter Parker / Spiderman

Comes running inside with his web shooters ready because you’re screaming like a car alarm

“What?! What! Who?!”

And you’re just standing on the table with a lamp in your hand pointing at a spider on the wall

And he’s like “Really babe? You almost gave me a heart attack!”

“It’s so huge! And it has so many legs!”

“Cool! Maybe it’s radioactive and can give you powers like me!”

“OR You can kill it!”

For some reason he’s completely appalled at the idea of killing a spider

“Babe! I’m literally Spider-man! That’s cannibalism!”

Somewhere in the middle of your arguing the spider manages to slip away into the dark recesses of your house

You turning back to him with the foulest glare

“If I didn’t need you to protect me, you would so be sleeping on the couch today.”

Sam Alexander / Nova

Comes in flying and blasting everything in sight cuz let’s be honest this boy is trigger happy as hell

After his open fire assault on your bedroom you realize he’s hit everything BUT the spider

Cue him getting super cocky about needing to help you

“Oh, does my baby need help from her fearless boyfriend?”

At which point you scoff because like

“Fearless? Let’s see you say that where there’s a bunny in the room—Wait! No Sam!! Please come back! I’m scared!”

He kills the spider no problem

But the important this is how he kills the spider

The man has powers that could fry that thing but no

He chooses your precious pair of pumps to slam into that thing

All the while screaming bloody murder

Luke Cage / Power Man

This guy is a tall as a skyscraper

Has super strength

Impenetrable skin

But he’s scared of spiders.

Spiders of all things!!

Probably joins you on the table while screaming too

“Those things give me the heebie-jeebies!!”

“You literally work with a guy called Spider-man!”

“And I’m not too crazy about him either!”

Eventually the two of you realize that standing around and staring at the terrifying spider isn’t doing anything

At which point you gain the courage to kill to

Ha. Fooled ya.

You’re holding hands and wearing gloves while trying to kill the spider from the farthest distance possible and trying to kill it

Or let’s be real. You call Danny.

Danny Rand / Iron Fist

His heart literally stops in his chest when he hears your scream and bolts up the stairs

Kicks open the doors cuz when there’s a life threatening situation there is no time for them handles

And he can’t stop the relieved laugh that comes out of him

Sometimes when he needs a good laugh or something to cheer him up, he just thinks back to the time he found you screaming on the desk with a flip flop in your hand

He never said anything tho, just stared at you in amusement as you pointed to a spider on the wall

Definitely refuses to kill it

Saying some rubbish like “All life is sacred.”

“What about my life, Danny? Because of you don’t get that thing out of my house then I will have a heart attack!”

He does that thing where he traps it underneath a glass and a sheet of paper and then releases it out of the window

Probably saying something like “Be free little one.”

And you’re just wide-eyed beside him being like “Don’t. Come. Back. Bitch.”

Ava Ayala / White Tiger

Definitely handles this in the most rational and sensible way possible

But that doesn’t mean she doesn’t judge you for standing on the table and screaming like Doctor Doom is trying to rob you

“Not that I’m trying to judge your thought process but what exactly does climbing on the table and screaming accomplish?”

At which point you’re just whining and begging her to kill it for you

So, she very calmly goes to the basement where she keeps a can of bug spray and lights that sucker up

But well after the spider is dead, the spray is still going off

And you hear her mutter under her breath

“Take that spider man.” 

Along with a bunch of other curses

You definitely get super uncomfortable as soon as she starts telling the spider how he wouldn’t be going through this if he just trained once in a while

And the fumes from the bug spray are getting out of control

So, you leave the room

And make a very concerned phone-call to Peter telling him to watch out.

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Danny Rand when his Future child comes to the Present

Similar Headcanons:

Peter Parker when his Future child comes to the Present

Sam Alexander when his Future child comes to the Present

Amadeus Cho when his Future child comes to the Present

Okay so it was a completely normal day at S.H.I.E.L.D.

You were just walking down the halls, doing nothing

You were bored cuz you had nothing to do

But you also didn’t wanna go home

Cuz Danny was on a trip to K’un-Lun and so the house felt empty

All of a sudden something small and very light tackled your legs

“Mommy!”

You turned around, confused, only to see the cutest, smallest little girl staring up at you with a wide smile

You gave her a reassuring smile and knelt beside her

“Did you lose your mom, little one?”

She nodded cutely before wrapping her arms around you

“But I found you momma!”

And you’re like damn this kid is confused as hell

“I’m not your mom, sweetie.”

“You look like my mommy.” She replied, confused.

“Well how about I help you find her?”

Some S.H.I.E.L.D. agent must have brought her here

So, you roamed the halls trying to find them, picking up the little girl when you realized that she couldn’t keep up with you

It seems like she forgot halfway that you weren’t her mom cuz she asks you again

“Mommy, where’s Daddy?”

And you’re just like “Um, I’m not your mom.”

You keep walking and all of a sudden, a few S.H.I.E.L.D. agents bolt down the hallway

They see the kid in your hands and are relieved as hell

“Oh, you found her.”

“Is her mother looking for her?”

“Um, there was an incident.”

So, Fury explains to you that somehow a kid got here from the future and they were trying to do a test on her when she ran away

They ask you to carry her to the lab so they can take a sample

When the doctor comes close to her, she gets scared and buries her little head into your neck

“Mommy I’m scared!”

Your maternal instinct comes into play and you’re left reassuring her

Fury finds it suspicious and wants a maternal test run on you

“Wait you think she’s mine?”

“She looks remarkably like you.”

You glanced back at her and realized he was right

It was like staring at old baby pics in real life

The test comes out positive and for some reason you’re really relieved

You realize you would have been disappointed if it had come negative

“Wait…. if she’s mine then who’s the father?”

“We can have a paternity test run on Danny once he gets here but as of now, it can’t be determined.”

You’re worried that there’s a tiny chance that she might not be his

Even tho you knew in your heart he was

You wanted to show her a picture of him and ask

But some part of you was scared of the answer

So, you wait patiently for Danny to get back from his trip, all the while enjoying some baby girl cuddles

And let me tell you

This girl is the sweetest one in the universe

She’s so well-mannered that it further confirms your beliefs that she’s Danny’s

Ava absolutely loves her cuz she’s so disciplined for a child

“Thank you, mama.”

She has a knack for knowing when you’re deep asleep and chooses only then to wake you up cuz she has to pee

“Mommy wake up I need to go to the bathroom!”

“Five more minutes.”

“Mommy!!!”

You find out who the father is in the most unlikely way

You were playing with your daughter in the recreation room

And all of a sudden, she jumps to her feet and runs towards the door

“Daddy!!”

You freeze and your head snaps towards the door

Sam is standing there looking shocked af and your heart drops

Time stops and your heart starts racing as she gets closer to him

And closer

And then completely runs past him to the hologram of Iron Fist in the hall of heroes

SIGH OF RELIEF

So, it’s confirmed that Danny is in fact her dad and you are over the moon

The next day Danny is supposed to return and you are just super nervous about how to tell him

“There’s something you should know.”

“Daddy!” Shouted your daughter as she came and hugged his legs, smiling brightly up at him, “I missed you.”

He’s SHOCKED

You quickly pick her up, “I’m sure daddy missed you too but he’s very tired. Why don’t you go play with your toys and he’ll come join you after a while?”

She nodded obediently before turning to him

“I missed you more than mommy missed you.”

Cheeky little bugger.

“Our child from the future?”

“Bingo.”

The next few days are just the best

If you thought she liked you then you have no idea what she’s like when she’s around her father

Daddy’s girl without a doubt

But you can’t really feel upset about it

Not when they look so adorable together

Danny is a surprisingly good dad even tho he only has a day of experience

He calls her princess, little one, my love

The sight of the two of them makes you soft

The team wants to make fun of you so badly but then they see how much your daughter adores the two of you and they shut up

However, eventually S.H.I.E.L.D. finds a way to send her back to her time

You’re really disappointed but you send her away with a smile

The void you feel after is a lot

That little 5-year-old baby girl managed to capture your heart and you missed her dearly

“I can’t wait to meet our little girl again.” Danny told you one day.

“Well you won’t have to wait for long. 9 months at most?”

“What?”

“We’re gonna have a daughter.”

The grin you got in response was just breath-taking

Usually you would have been nervous to tell him, scared even

But you already saw the outcome

And with something so beautiful as the result, how could you be afraid?

 “I can’t wait until she’s in our arms again.”

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Danny Rand with an insecure s/o

Anon asked :  May I request hcs for Danny with an insecure s/o?? Like she insults herself all the time and thinks its funny when others try to compliment her because she’s so insecure?? Thank you if you do it!!!

Danny is very perceptive, especially with the people he likes

So, he notices the way that you always second guess yourself

Like when he suggests that you join the club for a hobby that you enjoy you always say that you don’t really want to

He isn’t sure however if you think if you’re not good enough or if you’re scared that people will tell you that you aren’t

Put once he starts looking for these mannerisms of yours it hurts him how many times you do this to yourself

Every time someone said you were pretty and you denied it, he thought you were being modest but now he sees that you actually don’t believe that you’re pretty

The times that you said that you wonder why he was dating you wasn’t a joke but something you laid in bed at night worrying about

And it hurts him to think that someone he loves so much hates herself

And he knows that if he confronts you about it then you’ll think that all the compliments that he gives you is out of pity

So, he doesn’t

Instead he goes out of his way to compliment you, praise you, talk about you

And at first you think he’s just being nice and you try to deny it but he’s firm

He talks about you with such pride that you can’t help but start to believe him

Every morning when he sees you, he tells you that you look pretty but not in the monotonous, obvious way that most would. He makes sure you know that he notices everything about you.

“Your hair looks pretty today.” He told you when you wore it in a slightly different style because you hadn’t washed it the day before

“That colour looks nice on you.” He told you the day you wore the sweater that you wanted to return but lost the receipt.

“You look really beautiful today.” He told you when he noticed that your eyes were puffy from crying the day before.

And in the beginning, you would deny it, you would give him reasons as to why you aren’t

But it felt nice when you heard the love in his voice

But sometimes your demons get to strong for you and even with Danny’s support you can’t seem to pull yourself out of this downward spiral

And he notices and then chooses the time to confront you about it

Telling you that he’s deeply in love with you, that you are the most beautiful, kind and talented in his eyes

That he loved spending time with you and loves being around you

That he can’t believe how lucky he is to have found you

That he thanks the stars every day that you love him too

And that most importantly it hurts him when the person he loves so much that it hurts doesn’t feel the same way about herself

From then on, he gives you the love that you deserve and makes sure you know that you deserve it

He knows that sometimes you will revert back to your old ways

But he’s there for when it happens and for every insult you give yourself, he’ll compliment you 10 times in return

And most importantly he would make sure that you know you’re cherished