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Your saviour is here.

“Pull yourself together” you mutter quietly, wiping away the tears that have formed in your eyes.

You don’t mean to let your emotions get the better of you.

You’ve learnt to not show how upset or angry you can get with the way your life is at the moment.

But sometimes it gets too much.

You want to scream and shout your feelings of unhappiness to your fiancé but too many eyes are trained on you.

Watching and waiting for you to show them you aren’t good enough.

Good enough to be their Queen.

How did it come to this?

A question you’ve asked yourself countless of times before.

You were doing just fine back on earth, or Midgard as it’s called around here.

Finally finding a placement of your dreams alongside the agents of S.H.I.E.L.D after working so hard through college.

Fury, Hill, I wonder how they are doing. The rest of the Avengers…

Your memories flooding back to a few months ago.

But you did what you’ve always done.

Thinking with your heart rather than your head.

You fell, hard, for a gorgeous blonde man they call Thor.

You imagined a relationship with the god of thunder nothing like it has panned out.

He was thrilling, exciting, he would whisk you away to all corners of the globe.

Wining and dining you.

Making you fall asleep in his arms as he talked about the countless constellations of stars that you both laid underneath.

You never thought to yourself that you’d grow tired of him, of his antics.

He was gorgeous, he was a literal god of course! But that meant that there were others that were constantly after him.

Most of the women you crossed paths with pined for him.

Complimenting him on his recent noble actions or just bluntly telling him how beautiful he was.

They never cared for you, standing right next to your man as they threw their countless acts of flirtations at him.

And him, never once blocking their advances.

He loved it! Loved the attention.

And he grew tired of your constant moaning about it by the day.

You’ve had a fair few brawls in his honour.

Stupidly.

Which is why you’ve heard the whispers getting louder recently about how you’re not worthy of being his queen.

For they are crowning him as rightful King of Asgard come Sunday, as you take your vows to be his wife.

“Everything alright Miss Y/N?”

You hear the familiar sympathetic voice of Petra coming from the other side of the bathroom door.

She was always there to wipe your tears, hear you rant and rave about the other women practically throwing themselves at Thor and calming your angered self when you knew your future husband had once again crossed the line of loyalty in your relationship with another.

“Y…yes I’m fine Petra” you manage to say without sounding too shaky in your voice.

“I’ll be out in a moment” you tell your hand maid as she turns away from the door you’re leaned against, you hear the clicking of her heels disappear down the long corridor.

*sigh*

You let out a long breath, a depleted one as you glance at yourself in the long bathroom mirror in front of you.

Are you really going to just climb back into bed with that man that has made you upset yet again?!

You say to yourself.

When is it going to end?!

You walk over to the sink, splashing water over your face, the cold liquid mixing with your tears as you grab blindly a towel to dab them dry.

*Boom*

The sound of some fireworks startles you so much you drop the piece of fabric onto the ground.

Your eyes are still half closed, water stinging them slightly by mixing with your make up.

You try to feel around for another towel to no avail so choose instead to use the sleeve of your long dress.

Long streaks of gold, black and green smeared up the beautiful Asgardian fabric.

That’s going to give the haters something to talk about!

You chuckle to yourself as you walk over to the far side window.

You push the large pane of glass out further as you strain your neck to catch a glimpse of the light show that just scared you half to death.

You’re almost all the way out over the window ledge when you glance down at the small balcony that was attached.

Your brain doesn’t even have time to argue with itself about what you should do before you find yourself dropping your feet to land onto the marbled ledge.

What are you doing right now Y/N?!

You think to yourself as another firey rocket squeals its way up into the sky.

But again, it’s as if your brain and body aren’t connected as you start to walk along the length of the stone, dropping down another level onto the rooftop of one of the out houses that are attached and then onto the ground below.

I just need to clear my head!

You tell yourself as you walk towards the palace gardens.

The only light coming from the few moments a firework explodes into the sky above you.

You disappear through the trees and make your way down by the water, your favourite place.

The water has always calmed you.

Even back on Earth your favourite place to study was by the college ponds.

You settle yourself down on the rocks by the waters edge.

You’re not sure if this lake was man-made or it’s naturally a part of Asgard but it’s beautiful none the less.

You kick your shoes off, bringing the hem of your dress a little higher as you step into the water.

It only reaches the bottom of your calves but it is freezing.

You could walk a little further and be submerged but with the temperature the water is at right now, you’d die of hypothermia in minutes, you’re sure.

You close your eyes as you take in the calmness of the liquid pooling around you.

“Kind of an unusual time to go for a swim”

The voice from the darkness of the woods causes your eyes to fly open in panic, you spin on your heels, stumbling as you do and falling into the water with a loud splash.

“Fuck!!!” you cry out. It’s only shallow here where you landed but being sat in the freezing water, your dress is sodden.

“I’m so sorry” they try to hide their amusement at you sitting in the water but you can hear it on their voice “I didn’t mean to startle you Miss

Y/N”

You let out a frustrating sigh as you let the man pull you up out the water.

“Loki” you say with gritted teeth.

Gritted in annoyance and in coldness as the wet parts of your dress start to cling to your body.

“What in gods name are you doing out here?” The God of Mischief asks you.

But you don’t answer, you don’t have answer.

“Could ask you the same” you mumble as your teeth start to clatter against one another.

“My brother causing you grief again y/n” Loki says it in a manner of fact rather than a question crossing his arms as he does so.

You look at him.

His face slightly lit up by the reflection of the moon light on the water, just enough for you to see genuine concern on his face.

“You really going to marry him come Sunday??” He lets out an exasperated groan.

You stare up at him.

He’s much taller than you, almost everyone is here but how close he is standing with you means you have to look up at him through your lashes.

You can see his face change to a curious one as

his gaze drops from yours to the top of your dress.

Emerald green, his favourite colour on you.

The tops of your breasts are almost spilling out of the corset and he can see the goosebumps covering your skin even in this low light.

Something stirs inside you as you watch him look at you up and down like the way he is.

He brings a hand up, almost brushing your cheek with the back of it but instead he moves his fingers into a wave type move and suddenly your clothes are wet no longer.

It was almost like a shift from coldness to warmth as you looked down to check you weren’t losing your mind.

Yup, your clothes are definitely dry now!

“How did you??” you start to say but can almost hear his eyes rolling to the back of his head.

“You Midgardian’s are always easy to please” he breathes out.

Your brow furrows at his words.

You’ve literally just jumped out a window after an argument with Thor and now his brother wants to make sarky comments at you.

Loki can see your facial expression switch to one of annoyance so quickly flashes you a cheeky grin.

Your feelings of anger start to melt away as he looks at you like he’s planning something.

“Oh y/n, I’m just messing with you”

His head is tilted slightly as his eye lids droop.

The slight lick of his lips by his tongue darting out of his mouth sends butterflies to the pit of your stomach.

What the??

It’s almost as if he’s sensing the same feeling as he closes the small gap in between you both, you can almost feel his chest heave against yours.

As he brings his hand up, stroking your cheek he repeats his words, this time a little more raspy.

“I’m…just messing..with..you”

Thats when it all happens at once.

A loud screech and boom of an exploding firework goes off above both your heads.

His hand moves from your cheek to the back of your neck, his other snakes around the tight fabric of your, now dry, dress and settles on your waist.

You feel his lips crash against yours, his tongue parting them, making room for him inside your mouth.

You haven’t been kissed this passionately for a long time, as you kiss him back feverishly the god of mischief is urgent, sloppy, you both even have a few clashes of teeth.

But you don’t care.

You’re in the moment as you let out a slight moan against his mouth, his grasp on you gets tighter, pulling you into him, he doesn’t want to let you go.

You don’t know how long you’re stood there, body’s both entwined with one another as your hands have found a place wrapped around the back of his neck, kissing deeper, drinking yourselves into each other.

Darkness falls over you both as the last firework of the light show disintegrates into tiny confettis of fire.

Loki pulls away from you, panting he rests his forehead against yours and closes his eyes.

He hadn’t realised just how much he needed this.

It was obvious he found you attractive, he laid eyes on you the same time Thor did when you first got introduced to the team back when but it was his brother that had you giggling and twirling your hair when he spoke to you.

He could never get a word in edgeways let alone anything else when his stupid brother was around you so instead, he settled for the quick glances or short conversations he had with you when you both worked for S.H.E.I.L.D back on Midgard.

He honestly didn’t see it coming when you agreed to moved to Asgard and start a life beside his brother.

Thor had always been a ladies man.

He knows he’ll never settle for one woman but he never voiced his concern.

He simply made sure he wasn’t around the palace when you both would fight or argue about everything.

It wasn’t his place.

“Well…I, er, I better get back to the palace” you tell the ground, not being able to hold the God of Mischief eye contact any longer as you catch your breath.

He looks up at you quickly, surprised at your sudden want to leave.

He was just getting started.

“I’m sure Thor cares deeply about your where abouts…” he snaps but instantly regrets his tone when he sees your eyes shut in pain at his words.

You can feel his eyes on you as you turn and start to walk back up towards the palace.

“Thank you for er, drying me off” you call back to Loki, not wanting to look at him.

He’s right. You know your fiancé probably hasn’t even noticed you’ve gone but his words still cut deep on you, just like a dagger of his.

***

You almost drag your feet as you walk up the long corridor to your bedroom.

The images of your interaction with Loki racing around your mind.

Should you have left him so abruptly?

You can still taste him on your lips, your cheeks heating at the thought of you and him.

You drop your head to the ground as you walk past a few guests that are lingering in the halls.

Most of those from tonight’s gathering have left the palace now, a few drunkards have found their bed for the night on the benches lined along the corridors whilst others are still trying to continue the party down into the halls.

You turn the huge door handle to your master suite.

Always taking in the sheer beauty of the designs carved into the wood.

Asgard is and always will be a place of wonder. you smile to yourself but you get cut off from your thoughts by the sound of someone giggling.

Confused, you walk into your bedroom to find your future husband, almost naked apart from a sarong type of fabric wrapped around his waist, stood at the foot of your king sized bed.

He’s flexing his muscles and striking some ridiculous poses like he’s in a strong man contest.

You almost roll your eyes in embarrassment but then you spot her.

A women laid in your bed, her head resting on the very pillows you sleep on at night, giggling as she ooooh’s and ahhh’s at your fiancé!!

You see red…

“What the fucking hell is going on here?!” You basically scream out.

They both look at you completely dumbstruck, like your own bedroom is the last place you’d be in!

“Sweetheart! There you are” you hear the words that Thor says but you don’t look at him.

Your eyes are locked onto the woman, now sat up in your bed.

You storm over to her, your chest heaving with the rush of adrenaline inside your veins, you clear the distance between you both in a matter of seconds but just as you swing your arm back with intention for it to land on her face you feel your whole body get lifted up.

“Heyheyhey! Calm down baby!” It’s Thor, he’s wrapped his huge arms around you to stop you pouncing on this whore he has in your bed.

“Get the fuck off of me!” you scream out again, flailing your arms, hitting him, trying to get out of his grasp but he’s barely breaking a sweat holding you.

“She’s just a friend honey, that’s all” he tries to find an excuse for himself but you can’t hear him clearly.

Your head is spinning, all you can hear is the sound of your blood pumping in your ears!

“Let go of me!!” you sound desperate now. You don’t want this ogre of a man’s hands on you any longer.

“Miss Y/N??” You can work out the voice of Petra.

You stop fighting against the God of Thunder’s grasp as you glance towards the doors, she’s come running down the halls to find out what the screams are for.

That’s when you spot Loki also.

You almost stop breathing at the shock of seeing him stood there, why is he here?

“Everything ok brother?” he asks Thor but his eyes are boring into yours.

“Urgh everything’s fine Loki, she’s just having a moment” Thor almost laughs out.

This is humiliating.

Not only are being held like a tantrum-ing child right now but the very man who you walked away from, for fear of hurting your future husband, is also watching you fail at your attempts of escape.

And to top it off, Thor is trying to play it off like it’s you that’s lost your mind, as if no one else can see the other woman laid in your bed.

Thor senses you giving up the fight with him as he drops you from his arms.

Your legs almost buckle as you hit the floor but you stay on your feet.

You keep your gaze on the marbled floor, you feel defeated.

You have no idea what your next move should be but you feel the hands of Petra on your shoulders.

“Let’s get you a bath Ms Y/N. And with permission of our future king? You can stay in my room tonight?” she looks up at Thor, she wants to stick up for you, fight for you too but to go against her King is something she couldn’t bare to think about!

“Don’t be ridiculous, she wants her own bed, the one we share Petra” Thor laughs out.

But you, Petra, Loki and even the whore in the bed all look at him in surprise at his own stupid comments.

“I’m not going back in there” your voice sounds weak but you shoot a death glare at Thor “after that fucking cheap ass whore has laid her head in it”

Loki’s eyes widen at just how venomous your words are right now.

He’s secretly glad at them.

He’s always wondered just how far you’d have to be pushed in order to see Thor for what he really is.

Thor just lets out a chuckle, a nervous one, you notice as you let Petra guide you towards the door, arms still wrapped around your shoulders.

You stop just before it, as Loki steps out the way to let you both pass.

You don’t even want to look at him right now, you are so exhausted by the last few hours plus, the bath that Petra had previously mentioned is calling you. You don’t even want to look at him right now, you are so exhausted by the last few hours plus, the bath that Petra had previously mentioned is calling you.

***

The next morning comes around a little too fast, you barely slept a wink.

There’s a light knocking on the door as you hear Petra open it, she calls your name softly.

You don’t even bother to get dressed, instead grabbing the gown your hand maid had hung at the foot of the bed.

You barley have it tied around your tired, aching body before you’re presented with almost a full room of other people.

You grab at the hem of the gown, pulling it down a bit, suddenly feeling very vulnerable as you glance as the many faces turned to you.

Thor, with a smug ass face on.

Loki, looking like he’s been dragged along against his wishes.

Odin, wearing his stone cold face as always and Frigg, mimicking your tired face on her own alongside two other hand maids.

“Ms Y/N” Odin’s the first to break the awkward silence that’s filled the room.

You curtesy, awkwardly, trying to hold onto the very short gown you have on.

“It has come to my attention that there was an altercation with yourself and my son late last night?”

You almost want to scoff at the choice of his words but he continues his little speech.

“I hope the issues that has risen between you both can be put aside, for we have much to do for the coronation this Sunday…and the wedding”

You almost went to agree with his statement before he dropped that last sentence.

“I’m sorry? The wedding?” you definitely scoff this time.

“I can’t see why we should put this special ceremony on hold?” he says as he lifts both hands up like a shrug, looking at the others stood around the room.

“On hold?!” you repeat his words.

“It’s not on hold!” you tell him.

“Ah, see father! I told you. She wouldn’t do that to me. What did I tell you aye?” Thor pipes up, slapping Loki on the back.

The stupid asshole.

You think to yourself.

You can see the faces of Loki, Petra, Frigg and even the two hand maids looking at you, waiting for you to tell their idiot brother, future king, and son that he’s read your statement wrong.

“There’s no fucking wedding Thor!” you say through gritted teeth in fear of shouting at him.

“What??” He turns to you laughing nervously again.

Another silence falls on the room.

“I think we need to give them time” Frigg says, trying to calm the obvious tension in the room.

“I don’t need time” you say to her bluntly.

“I need to go, to leave…return to Earth…Midgard” you stutter your words trying to get your point across.

Loki’s eye widen at your words.

“Don’t be so rash honey” Thor says, walking over to you.

He steps into you, wanting to place his arms around you but you step back, away from his embrace.

He tries to grab you round your waist, to not make your rejection obvious but you swat his hand away.

“Don’t touch me!” you seethe.

“Y/N!” Odin’s voice bellows from across the room.

“This Sunday has taken a fair few weeks to organise, I will not see it go to waste” he states.

“I’m not marrying him” you simply tell the king of Asgard.

Thor glances down at you.

Shocked that you’re answering his father back but also because you sound semi serious about not being his wife.

“Oh you will” the coldness of Odin’s voice causes everyone in the room to hold their breath in sync.

“I won’t” you answer determined, having no idea where this new found confidence has come from.

Odin lets out a laugh, but it doesn’t contain one ounce of humour in it.

“Ms Y/N, are you going against your King’s orders??” He sounds so threatening all a sudden.

“You’re not my king” your voice basically a whisper but you don’t care, you’ll tell this man you’re not marrying his son until your face turns blue.

Everyone is silent, it’s deafening as Odin steps up to where you’re stood.

He’s not as tall as his son’s but through pure intimidation he looks huge.

You gulp down a breath.

“You are, by settled status, a citizen of Asgard are you not?” He asks you but you know he doesn’t need an answer.

“And by the land of the law, you will obey your King…you will obey, me!” He adds on that last bit so menacing.

“And if I do not? My…King?” You say looking up into his eyes.

Everyone in the room with you winces in pain at your words back to the King.

He simply smiles at you, not bothering to look at anyone else that is stood there. This message is for you and only you.

“It’s a long way down, for you” he smiles sickly at his own description of the dudgeon’s that are located underneath the city.

“You cant be serious father??” Loki being shocked at what is happening right now.

Odin doesn’t take his eyes off you, that same cold face staring into your soul, you can’t read anything from his body language.

“Deadly serious” he says quietly and turns away from you.

No! You can’t…you won’t..

You clear your throat.

“Until I am indeed married to your, idiot of a son my lord, I do not have to obey you, you are not my king” you say out loud to the King of Asgard’s back that is now facing you, in spite.

Before you can finish your sentence though, you’re hit with an almighty thud.

You drop on the floor as your right cheek heats up underneath the impact it had sustained.

The room and its occupants are left in stunned silence.

Odin struck you, right across the face.

The shock of the event causes the pain to be delayed but you soon feel the sting from the back of his hand on your face.

You go to speak but it’s almost as if the hit from Odin has caused the air in your lungs to leave as you don’t have enough in you to muster a few words.

He stalks over to the door, taking one last look at you still sat on the floor where you landed. He leaves the room with his Queen and the hand maids following closely behind him.

Frigg not even glancing back at you at she hates every single aspect of this right now.

Thor goes to pick you up from the floor but you scoot away from him shaking your head.

He huffs at your refusal for help and walks out the room, not even saying a word to Loki or Petra.

He leaves you there where Odin threatened you, attacked you.

You’re staring off into distance in disbelief at what just happened.

Petra and Loki are the only ones who stay behind.

Waiting for you to say something.

“I need to go” you say to yourself more than you say to them.

***

The next few days pass by in a blur.

You haven’t seen Loki since that morning you were assaulted by Odin surrounded by everyone to witness it.

He was ‘off world’ according to the handmaids, whose conversation you overheard.

Not that you could show that you cared.

You hadn’t been left alone.

Yes, you’ve always had Petra by your side but it’s as if Odin had ramped up the security around you.

Everywhere you went in the palace grounds, guards were following you closely.

You were ordered back into your bedroom that you shared with Thor.

You’d keep your eyes shut tightly as you’d hear him come back from where ever or who ever he was doing, hoping he was too stupid to figure out you were pretending to sleep so you could avoid talking or even looking at the asshole.

Your days were filled with dress fitting, hair and make up trials and food tasting.

You constantly had pages and pages worth of images of different flowers, candles, drapes, table and chair covers, shoved under your nose.

You’d nod your head at things every so often.

You were definitely on autopilot.

Not wanting to accept this is actually happening.

You wanted to scream, shout, hit out at these buffoons surrounding you but you couldn’t, not with the heavy words of Odin’s threat, lingering on your mind.

The day of the crowning ceremony, and the shambolic wedding, soon arrived and dread filled your chest as you heard Petra’s sweet little voice coaxing you out of your sleep.

You expected to see the sun light pouring in, as you’d soon be thrown into the hussle and bussle of getting ready to be a bride.

But instead you open your eyes to darkness.

You sit up in a panic, wondering what was going on but you spot an outline of someone standing by your bed.

They’re holding a small candle, just emitting enough light from it for you to work out it’s Petra stood there, in her nightgown with her finger over her mouth in a ‘shh’ action.

“What’s…what’s going on?” you try not to be too loud but your heart starts to slam against your chest at this unusual waking routine.

“Come” she whispers back to you, holding out a hand.

You trust this woman with your life.

You’ve only known her for 8 months but those 8 months have been filled with some emotional moments between you both, she’s more than just a handmaiden to you.

Which is why you don’t hesitate and take her out stretched hand.

Walking ever so light footed but quickly she moves over to the large window in your bedroom, before you can make a noise to ask her what’s happening, she lifts the handle quietly, the door clicking open and you both step outside.

The cool air of the night reminding you you’re just wearing a very thin nightdress.

You didn’t even bother to grab a gown nor any slippers.

She hurries over to the balcony edge, peering into the darkness covering the palace grounds as if she’s looking for something.

“What time is it?” you whisper put to her but she doesn’t answer.

Instead she turns to you and says “Jump”

“What?!” You try not to be loud but did she just say what you think she said?!

She grabs you under the arm, she has no time to waste it seems.

“Jump” she tells you again and before you can ask if she’s truly lost her mind once and for all you see the outline of an Asgardian Skiff coming into your line of vision.

You seem to let your feet do the decision making as you climb the balcony wall and step onto the hoovering craft.

You turn back to Petra offering out your hand this time to help her onto the boat but she simply shakes her head.

“Petra?” you call out to her but she smiles sadly at you as she lightly blows the candle out and curtesy’s as the Skriff starts to pull away.

You turn towards your pilot, already sensing who it could be and as you spot his cheeky grin, now being lit up under the moon light, you feel a sense of calm for the first time in ages.

“Not exactly dressed for the occasion are you Y/N?” Loki says to you, his eyes dropping to the very thin piece of fabric wrapped around you.

“And what exactly IS the occasion Loki” his name rolling off your tongue.

As his raises his eyebrows in answer to your question.

Flying off into the darkness, the lights from the palace disappearing into the distance.

Loki points the steering rod of the Skriff downwards, sending it into a descend so it could fly closer to the water surrounding the palace.

The sudden dive causes you to lose your footing, and Loki quickly lets go of it to catch you.

His arms snake around you, holding you close to his chest.

The warmth from his body radiates through yours as you close your eyes in comfort.

“You’re cold!” he exclaims as he quickly lets go of you, your body missing his touch almost instantly.

He shakes off his robe, wrapping it around you gently and returns to his embrace without a second thought.

This time your head is free so you choose to look up to his face.

His eyes are boring down into yours, as that familiar tingling feeling starts to flush your cheeks.

You can feel his chest rise and fall with each breath he’s taking. His heart is beating a lot faster than normal. Wether it’s due to the adrenaline rush of tonight’s rescue mission or being so close to you once again, you’re not sure.

“Loki” you breathe out.

“Almost there” he says but turns his gaze away from you, looking out over to the horizon.

You crook your neck to follow his line of sight and spot the outline of the caves that sit on the edge of Asgard.

He places you down on one of bench’s lining the side of the Skriff, without saying a word he returns to where he was stood before, his hands wrap around the steering rod once again.

You can’t help but stare at them, you’re in awe at the way he effortlessly guides this large craft to skim across the water so closely.

Your saviour is here…

He drops his line of sight to your face as he notices you staring up at him the same way you did that night by the lake.

A smile creeps across his face as he remembers the way your lips were on his, so desperate, so needy, gods, he needed to feel that again.

You expect the Skriff to slow down abit, surely Loki knows that to dock this unusual craft in rocky terrain like the caves, you need to take it nice and slow.

But he has no plans to.

Choosing instead to tighten his grip on the steering and pointing the boat straight towards a crevice in the caves.

That familiar grin of his flashes across his face as he can read yours, trying to work out what he was doing.

You look back at the caves, growing bigger and bigger as you get closer and closer to them, turning your glare to Loki’s face and then back at the horizon.

What is he doing?!

“Loki?” you call out to him but your eyes stay fixated on the caves you’re hurtling towards.

He doesn’t say a word.

“LOKI?!” you can hear the panic on your voice.

Is he mad?? We’re going to smash straight into the rock!

You’re almost at full speed now.

Flying towards the stone wall that will almost certainly be the reason for your death.

As you squeeze your eyes shut, waiting for the impact, your ears are hit with a ‘whoooosh’ type of sound as the Skriff passes through the almost impossibly tiny crevice in the cave.

You immediately open your eyes and are met with a sea of colour rushing past the boat.

It lights up the whole craft with its mixes of reds, yellows, blues, greens and silvers as they fly past you or are you flying past it?

You can’t quite work out what it is.

You take the image of this falling rainbow in with awe, watching the many colours cause waves over the boat you’re on.

Loki doesn’t once look up towards them.

Instead his eyes stay on you.

He watches your face reflect the many colours and your eyes light up just as bright as they are.

You come out the other end of this beautiful rainbow type tunnel with another whooshing noise and once again you’re met with the darkness of the night.

Your eyes take a little bit of time adjusting, but you can no longer see the skyline of Asgard in the distance.

Instead you see you’re still over a body of water of some sort but in the distance you work out silhouettes of tall buildings, very tall buildings, lit up like skyscrapers.

“Where are we??” You call back at Loki but you don’t need him to answer, you already know.

You’re back in New York, you’re flying across the Hudson River!

***

It all happened so quickly, you don’t quite have time to think.

You and Loki disembarked the Skriff, but as you both step off it, he waves his hand and it turns from the beautiful Asgardian craft to a normal, bog standard boat bobbing up and down on the water.

You take his outstretched hand as he guides you up the small wooden steps of the decking and you almost have to jog behind him as he makes longer strides than yours.

“Where are we going??” You ask him but he doesn’t answer.

You spot a small SUV parked up underneath the one street light that isn’t working.

Was this set up here?

You ask yourself but soon get your answer as Loki opens the passenger door for you. His eyes are on you as he climbs inside the drivers side and starts the engine with no trouble.

You say silent whilst he drives up the road that leads to the harbour, you look out the window of the vehicle, watching the lights in the distance twinkle away, oblivious to the great escape you are currently on with the God of Mischief.

“We haven’t got much time” Loki’s voice causes you to pull away from your thoughts and look over at him.

“Time?” you repeat at him.

The sound of your sweet voice making him look back at you.

You look at him so innocently, as he catches glimpses of your face under the passing lights of the street.

A sympathetic smile grows across his face

“Odin, and the guards…they’ll be alerted by your absence by now” he says as he looks at you deeper “Thor also..” he trials off at the mention of his brothers name.

“I’m unsure what will happen to Petra for disobeying her king and accompanying an escape like this…” he begins to explain but has to look away as your face falls into sadness.

“No!” you close your eyes as Loki’s words hit you.

“We have to go back! For her, for Petra!!” you grab at his arm so he knows how desperate your pleas are.

“We can’t!” He says matter of factly as he trains his gaze on the road ahead of him, avoiding your eyes that were beginning to water.

You’re not sure how long you drive for as your thoughts go back to your handmaiden that has risked her life to save you from yours.

You spot you’ve pulled into a large gated property, like an army base of some sort.

The guard waves Loki through and he drives up to an all glass building and switches the engine off.

“This is you” he says softly, turning to face you completely.

You search for an elaboration in his eyes and he reads your body language completely.

“This is S.H.E.I.L.D HQ..” he starts to explain to you.

“You’re safe here,in the US as a US citizen you can’t be made to return to Asgard, by any law”

He sounds so formal all a sudden.

“Also, you know S.H.E.I.L.D will protect you” he places a hand on your knee and gives it a light squeeze as the look on his face reads as if he’s saying goodbye.

“You’re coming with right??” you ask him.

But he doesn’t say anything to you as he calls over a security guard to the car.

“Loki…please” you don’t mean to sound so desperate but you can’t just be dumped here alone.

“You’ll be fine Y/N” Loki says but doesn’t look at you as the security guard opens your door and offers his hand to you.

You don’t even glance the officers way, instead you lean over to the God of Mischief, you land your lips straight on to his again like that night by the lake. You use the urgency of your kiss as a way to plea for him to stay with you but you’re both interrupted.

“Miss Y/N” a voice comes from behind the officer, one you recognise from a mile off.

You keep your eyes on Loki as call out behind you.

“Fury” you actually sound happy to see him.

Which is funny as you mostly always bumped heads before when you worked for him.

You search Loki’s eyes for one last beg of him not to leave you but he looks away.

Swallowing down the threat of tears you step out the vehicle, refusing the officers hand for help.

“Great to see you again” you force a smile at him.

“Does Mr Laufeyson want his er, jacket back?” Fury asks you but dips his head so he can see Loki inside the car.

“You can keep it…for now” Loki smiles up at you, trying to make this a little easier on you.

“I’ll be back for it soon” he says to you as he flashes a ‘I’m sorry’ smile.

Fury links you under your arm, as if he knows you’ll have to be physically pulled away from the car and you let him help you walk up the steps into the building.

You don’t glance back, for fear of Loki seeing your upset face.

You’re so grateful to him, you owe him so much but you can’t help but feel gutted that he didn’t help you escape because he wanted you for himself.

You hear the engine of the car that assisted you in your escape start up and you have to force yourself not to watch it drive away.

***

You can’t seem to get much sleep.

Everytime you tend to drift off you’re met with images of a very angry Odin, surrounded by his guards, he’s dragging you up an imaginary aisle, but instead of your ex-fiancé being the one stood at the alter waiting for you, it’s some kind of hideous monster, snarling and drooling at you.

You sit up in bed in fright, looking out into the darkness of the room.

Fury did his best at given you an actual bedroom here at HQ rather than a cell but it’s bland.

Nothing like the intricate details the walls and doors in Asgard had.

Magnolia paint surround you now and 3 pieces of very white furniture dotted in the corners.

May as well be a cell.

You think to yourself, as you swing your legs off the bed, they land into a pair of fluffy slippers.

No cell would have these though.

You giggle softly at yourself.

Shuffling across the bedroom you open the little fridge door but your face falls in disappointment.

It’s empty.

You really need a water or something.

You grab Loki’s robe and wrap it around yourself, there’s no beautiful Asgardian satin gown waiting for you hung up by Petra.

You frown at remembering her once again.

There’s got to be a way…

You make your way down the corridor of the other apartments and into the small kitchen situated at the end of them.

Grabbing a chilled bottle of water from the fridge that’s there, a fully stocked fridge.

You almost choke on icy water as you down it so quickly.

“How did I know you wouldn’t be in your room?”

You spin around at the familiar voice in the dimly lit kitchen room.

“Loki! You’re here!” you breath out stepping closer to him.

You want to wrap your arms around him, feel his heat on you, have his lips crash down on yours once again but his whole body shakes, like some sort of a glitch when you reach out to him.

“Er, not quite” he explains to you.

“Ah” you nod in realisation.

Astral projection.

“Where are you?” You ask him but look down at your feet to hide your disappointment.

“Not Asgard if that’s what you’re thinking” he smiles at you, noticing you have his robe wrapped around you once again.

“Have you er, heard from, any of them?” You try to sound unbothered but you’re clearly terrified of them finding you here seeing the subject of your dreams right now.

“No” he simply says to you “I don’t know if that’s a good thing or a bad thing” he finishes.

“Loki, I..I… need you here” you don’t care how pathetic you sound right now.

It’s lonely here in S.H.E.I.L.D HQ.

And after the events from the lake and in the car, plus him literally being your knight in shining armour, Loki has more than imprinted himself on you.

You never thought of the God of Mischief in this way before.

Yes he’s gorgeous, but he’s also full of surprises. He’d be in and out of Odin’s and Frigga’s good books and apart from the odd hello here and there, you never really talked to him much.

Now, however, there’s a very strong want no, need for him.

You NEED to have him arms around you.

You NEED to feel his hands on you, all parts of you.

You’ve never been kissed as passionately as you were by him and your body aches for it to happen again.

You especially feel that need in the pit of your stomach, right in your core.

“You have more than enough people here to ensure you’re kept safe Y/N” Loki’s serious tone switching on.

You nod in agreement but none of the other avengers are here now, they’re all dotted around the globe on little missions of their own.

Fury and Hill are situated here with you, along with a few guards and agents.

All human, you noted to yourself when Fury was giving you the tour.

If push came to shove and Odin and his army would come for you, these non-super-hero-beings wouldn’t stand a chance.

“That’s not what I need you here for…” you don’t mean to say your thoughts out loud but they slip past your lips.

Looking up at where Loki is projecting himself to you, you refuse to explain further. Knowing full well he understands in what way you need him for.

His magic is so powerful, so brilliantly well executed that he looks like he’s actually standing in front of you.

The image of him is so clear you can see his eyes shift from being filled with concern to one of lust.

His lips curl up at the ends, into his cheeky grin as he crosses his arms over his chest.

You notice his muscles flexing, straining under his leathers as he does so.

“Yeah?” he breaths out “and in what way do you need me for exactly…Y/N?” your name rolls off the end of his tongue and you feel butterflies growing below.

“Loki” you don’t mean to sound so needy saying his name but it makes his projection of himself shift slightly as his eyes break their contact with yours and makes their way to your chest.

The shirt Fury lending you was a little bit on the small side but it clung to your breasts perfectly, he noted.

You had on a pair of S.H.E.I.L.D gym shorts also but those being on the bigger side for your waist meant you had to roll the top band up a few times in order to keep them from falling down your hips.

Your thighs were a pretty sight also, he takes in the image of your tattoo that is peeking out the bottom of the shorts.

A old sketch type of drawing of a sun and moon, dancing together it seems and as you notice his eyes drinking you in you clench your thighs together.

He smirks up at you, knowing full well the affect he is having on you right now. And he didn’t need any form of magic to figure that out.

“You need to get to bed Y/N” His voice almost vibrating through him at the lower tone than usual.

You just nod slowly.

You don’t want to go to bed.

You want him to take you here and now in this kitchen.

Images of him grabbing you, lifting you up on the side counter and kissing you, hard, flash through your mind.

Your legs wrapping around his waist as his hands grip tighter into your flesh, marking you.

To have his mouth on your skin, his teeth perhaps?

You feel your arousal build up and you cross your legs in front of you to feel some sort of friction down there.

“Why, er” you clear your throat “why can’t you be here…with me?” you barely can talk properly as the heat radiates through your body.

You’ve never wanted someone so much like this before.

Loki just swallows hard as his eyes don’t leave your face.

He knows what things you are feeling right now as he, too, is feeling the same.

“Get.. to .. bed, y/n” he breathes out.

#loki x reader #thor odinson #king of asgard #fluff writing #beware the swear #pov #marvel

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NAUR CAUSE I LOVE UR FEZ IMAGINES!! VOULD U LIKE MAYBE DO A FEZ X LONG TERM GF OR SUMN- LIKE THEY‘VE BEEN TOGETHER SINCE HIGHSCHOOL OR IDK- AND SHE‘S LIKE SUPER CLOSE TO ASH AND ALL THAT

Backseat — fez x ash x f!reader

Warnings: spoilers from the first episode of season 2, language blah blah blah, nudity, desensitized reactions, death, drugs—you know typical things that euphoria is about lmao

A/N: why thank you 🥲 + this will probably be my last fez content until we get the next episode/more inspiration to go off of. So until then I hope you enjoy this piece. This is also written for @twdbaddie1090 who messaged me with a request revolving around the strip search scene.

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who knew the night before the end of the new year would amount out to this shit?

you were just getting in the house, floral coach bag slipping down to your wrist as you made your way up the stairs, exhausted. Dragging your feet, you lifted your head up just in time to see fucking Ashtray swinging a hammer that connected with Mouse’s forehead before he quickly whipped around, jumping OVER the couch and busted Mouse’s partner, Custer, right in the nose.

“What the fuck? C’mon bro!” Fez yelled as Mouse’s right-hand hollered in pain, now on his knees as he got blood all on the floor.

Your eyes flicked to Ash’s frame as he stood there, motionless, watching the young man hold his face in complete pain. Besides that, the house was pretty quiet until you cleared your throat.

Ash was ready to lunge the hammer at you but you held up a warning finger while Fez quickly turned to you.

“Damn…I thought you were working late tonight, y/n? Isn’t it holiday season?” Fez asked, glancing over at Mouse’s dead body, then back at you.

Inhaling you pulled the blow-pop from your lips waving it around in the air over the guy’s screaming, “I leave retail hell early just to come home to another gotdamn nightmare?!”

“Well, murder wasn’t exactly on my list of plans tonight, ma.” Fez glared at Ash, who was still unbothered and appeared as if he was thinking about taking Custer out behind him too.

You clapped your hands, getting both of your boy’s attention, “I don’t really care for the explanations right now! What I do know is the both of you just made this night longer for all of us.”

Fez clasped his hands in front of him, clenching his jaw as kept sending side eyes to Ash. He didn’t like you going off on him, especially when it resulted in ash’s wrong doing. Don’t get it twisted, none of you fucked with Mouse like that—even Custer but when you’re in a business as dark as this, you deal with slimes like him.

“He was going to be a problem, I eliminated it. You’re all welcome.” Ash finally said something before snapping over his shoulder, “shut the fuck up before you wake our neighbors.”

He started to walk by you while fez rubbed at his beard in disbelief. Before the young dark haired kid could fully get by you, you reached for the back collar of his shirt and dragged him back while he tried to side-swipe you.

“You’re not going anywhere until you clean this mess up.”

Ash’s dark eyes met yours as a usual frown sat in between his brows, “what would you like me to do mom?”

“I don’t like your tone,” you plucked the hammer from his hands, “start with the one you just sent back to hell.”

Ash huffed, “fine, I’ll grab the acid.”

“Acid? Whoa hol’ up can’t we just bury his ass somewhere?” Fez suggested.

You and Ash looked at him as if he had three heads. “Gotta play smarter not harder, babes. I’ll let my uncle flip know to be here ‘round midnight. And ash…make sure you drop your clothes in there too along with this hammer…im holding onto for now.”

Ash dipped his head as he left the both of your sight, most likely to head down to the storage room down at the store. You turned back to Fez who already managed to grab a drying towel from the kitchen to hand to Custer who carefully placed it on his nose.

“Your brother is a fucken psycho!” Custer yelled, before abruptly glancing by your frame to make sure he was out of earshot.

Laughing to yourself you went to the kitchen to drop your bag onto the table. Sitting down, you crossed one foot over the other plucking your trainers off with satisfaction. With the lollipop back in your mouth you shifted it around with your tongue as Fez plopped down in a chair next to you.

Raising a brow at him fez peeked over at you, “I’d give you a kiss right now but I’m kinda shook you might slice my bottom lip off with that dagger in your bag or sum, I know you be on that sick shit too.”

“That’s not on my mind but I’ll definitely add that to the list if you fuck up again.” You warned, making Fez frown at you.

“I fucked up?” Fez placed his hand against his chest and chain.

“You let the kid attack like the living room was on some temple run type shit, fez.”

Fez pulled his head back appalled but found a laugh escaping his nose at the reference, “trust me…I wasn’t expecting that either. I need to light up a j just realizing what happened.”

You hummed sitting in silence so comfortably as if there wasn’t a dead man on the coffee table and another passed out from his nose injury in the corner. Sighing you pushed off the chair as you reached forward, your nails caressing the scar beneath fez’s buzzed hair. He leaned into your touch while taking in your features while you breathed him in.

Of course you knew it wasn’t either of the boys’ fault really, Ash was just doing what he thought was right and protecting his brother. And all fez was trying to do was settle business with honesty along with whatever repercussions mouse had up his sleeve for it. You knew about the deal going down while you were at work, fez made sure to have these when you and rue weren’t around. He didn’t like how mouse had a wandering eye and knew he would put him in the dirt someday if it ever went further…ashtray just beat him to it.

“I’m in the shower, you both know what to do.” You pecked his lips, quickly stepping away before he could latch onto your wrist. You did however shove your lollipop into his ajar lips making fez flinch.

He scrunched up his nose a bit at the flavor, “really? Yo. You know I hate sour apple.”

“And I hate dead and battered people in the living room,” you whisper-yelled before continuing, “we didn’t have strawberry so deal with it.”

All fez could do was shake his head, sucking on the Lolly for a little while before he tossed it in the sink.

Early that morning when your bladder bullied you to go to the bathroom, you spotted ash also up just leaving the said room.

“Fuck,” ash lowered his fist, “I thought Gabriel from malignant was in our house for a second there, y/n.”

You ran your hands over your kinky straight hair still giving a sarcastic pose since you didn’t give a fuck. It was 3 in the morning, who did you need to be cute for right now? “Whatever, still the baddest in the room, the girl from the ring don’t even got shit on me.”

“I guess…” Ash cringed, making you kick your foot out at him in laughter.

You rested your hand against the top of his buzzed head as he made his way pass, “you doing alright?” You questioned.

He tilted his head.

“With the whole crime scene you had in the living room?” You mentioned.

He blinked, “it’s business, don’t make it a thing.”

“I know I know, you’re mr. little grown and everything. Just know I’m here—both of us if it gets to be too much, ya know?”

The slight frown that permanently sat in between his brows seemed to falter just a bit. You could tell he appreciated your concern in that moment, just a little bit.

“Alright, I’m leaving now before you decide you want to hug me or some shit.”

You clutched your chest with one hand reaching out to the boy who quickly backed away, “I LOVE YOU, SON!”

“Aight, now you’re doin’ too much. Bye, Y/N.” He shook his head at you, jogging quickly away from your hands.

Some might blame it on the fact that you were a crack baby or maybe it was just your personality that in fact, did too much. Either way that was a racist fucking myth, truth to be told but that’s another conversation for another time.

You tagged along with Fez, Ash, and Rue to meet Custer—mind you on New Year’s Eve who had to find your boys a new connect. Unfortunately you were stuck in between Rue and Custer’s girlfriend with the overly done lips, Faye. She went to whining about New Years while you were watching a vlog on your phone to getting ready to shoot up.

You learned to tune people out majority of the time but it wasn’t until Rue was nudging you and Faye throwing insults, something along the lines of rue eating the Ginger’s ass for drugs did you realize she already had the needle in her arm.

“Actually I’m the only one that has that privilege but he wasn’t into it so respectfully, shut the fuck up, bitch and do your business silently before I kick you out the car.” Was the last thing you said while Rue was beside you, laughing at your bluntness.

She was so going to ask fez about this later.

Next thing you know, both of the girls were getting yanked out of the car and you were quick to hop over the console to reach for your extra piece that was hidden in the space beside the radio on the passenger side. Once you latched onto your second blade you turned to your right, slicing the long haired blond that tried to snatch you.

You gave a good fight but there were a lot of things that weren’t easy to do in a car, believe that. You sliced, you punched, and kicked but ultimately a blow to your mouth by an elbow was enough to dim your fight just a bit. The dude even dragged you out by your jaw, knowing that your mouth was already bleeding. Why did you expect them to care? This wouldn’t shut you up however.

You spit blood at the back of his feet after he shoved you into the kitchen with everyone else.

“You okay, man?” The older tatted man asked the blond, who fanned up his hand to take a seat at a nearby table, ready to spark up and seemed not to care about the blood dripping down his exposed forearm.

You sat on your knees, cracking your neck a bit with your eyes closed as you swallowed some of the blood, then opened them to meet fez and Ash’s concerned eyes. Slightly you dipped your head to let them know you were fine, pissed off, but fine.

“You come to my muthafuckin’ house…” the man started before he sent a blow right to Custer’s already fucked up nose. You winced, whew! the plastic surgeon was going to have a field day with him, “with a fuckin’ 12 year old, two junkie whores, a bitch dressed like Donna summer, and a motherfucker I don’t know?!”

You peeked down at your outfit and shrugged, you knew you looked the fuck good. It was New Years after all and that wasn’t a insult in your book. Fuck him.

He went on and on before a woman with a soft voice beckoned him over and you let out a small yawn.

“Tired little bitch? I got something in my pants to wake you up if you want it?” The dark haired wannabe hard one said to you as he laughed at his own crude joke.

Tilting your head back you smirked at him, “touch me and you’ll taste your Vienna sausage through your slit throat real quick, bitch.”

He went to lift the butt of his gun at you and you noticed Fez itching to intervene as he cut in, “yo, better watch yourself, you got one more time—

In which he whirled right back around hearing what fez said and laughed as he glanced at the both of you, “you pressed pretty boy? Worried one of your bitches might fuck around with me instead?”

Fez gave him a look from underneath his eyelashes and clenched his fist. Before this could go left any further the guy known as Bruce Sr. Came back into the room.

“All y’all let’s get naked right fuckin’ now.” Bruce ordered and you deeply inhaled while all sorts of emotions washed over everyone else’s faces.

In that moment you tried to turn your emotions off as they dragged Ash out of the room after he was the first to attempt to get undressed, Faye tried to convince them she didn’t have any wires on considering her outfit, and the blond named Mitch? Who was giving you serious Michael Myers vibes approached you with his gun, yanking you up by your faux fur coat.

You’ve been violated before and knew this type of shit came with the territory. Fez kept trying to catch your eyes as if to give you some sort of comfort—since it was obvious none of you were getting out of this.

The meth-head was in your face, forehead pressed to your cheek, “hurry up, get your ass in the nude.”

“I’m wearing a romper dress, can’t just rip it off dumbass.” You muttered, letting your fur coat fall to the floor.

He breathed on, “how about I use your knife on you like you used on me to get it off for us then, huh?”

“And like I said to your brother over there, if you touch me it’s going to be a problem. I promise you.” You warned, meeting his dead eyes.

He held your stare and laughed at you, stepping back to get a good look at you. Of course the two sleazy men in the room would get off by seeing the only other girls in the room like this. You just wished you could get your hands on your dagger, it would only take you minutes to handle but you didn’t want to screw this up for fez and ash.

Thankfully you were able to keep your panties on which consisted of a high-cut thong and your top half in pasties so you weren’t completely in the nude but you might as well be. Your eyes burned into the blond who circled around you which made your skin crawl in pure disgust.

You felt your fingers twitching but you seemed to brush off of his eyes the minute Bruce Sr. Dragged rue away from both you and Fez’s sight. She still had her clothes on and you knew that would piss fez off later simply because he cared.

This further didn’t sit right with you when you heard the shower running and the man faintly screaming at rue. Again, your fingers twitched as you kept shooting looks at a very naked fez who carefully shook his head at you.

Basically, ‘don’t do any dumb shit, y/n.’

You exhaled through your nose twisting your neck around, counting the seconds until he brought rue back. When he did she looked okay, drenched but okay nonetheless.

Finally or rather supposedly, the new connect that Custer wanted Fez to meet, granted you all with her presence as she eyed you all; a little confused.

“Where’s mouse?“ she asked after Custer introduced her to fez.

‘Dead as he should be.’ You thought to yourself with a minor shrug.

Fez said his peace to the woman who agreed to have a conversation with him privately. You watched his surroundings as he slipped on his drawers, then left the room and began reaching for your lavender coat.

Mitch pointed his gun down at the coat blocking you from grabbing it, “uh, who said to get dressed?”

“Your mommy did when she walked out of the room, dummy. Pay attention.” You shoved the gun away as he glared at you.

“I should put a bullet in you.” He warned.

You raised your brows holding your hands out as you gave a twirl, “let me know when you find a empty spot, asshole.”

And that’s when his eyes scanned the markings on your body. He turned to the brunette boy in the room, “bitch is crazy.”

“And y’all aren’t as hard as you think. Leave us all alone while the big bosses have a conversation, think you can do that?” You asked while Faye smirked at them.

Snatching your coat off the ground, you shoved the blond out of your way to place it on the counter before you grabbed your romper corset dress.

“…And the diva?” Laurie had her eyes on you as fez briefly looked over at you, snapping at the two boys with guns in the room.

Fez puffed out a laugh, “that’s all love right there. My whole heart. Keeps us all in check.”

Laurie noticed the twinkle in the ginger’s blue eyes, “it’s a given with women like us, remember that. Keep her close.”

“Heard you.”

And with that, the deal was sealed with two stacks and a suitcase full of drugs.

“What was the fucking dude with the long hair and the fucking gun? What was his deal?” Rue was the only one rambling in the car behind fez in the backseat, “that was a fucking look wasn’t it? He seemed infatuated with you, y/n. I’m just sayin’!”

Keeping your arms folded in front of you, you rested your head against the headrest as you mumbled, “if I wanted to date a meth-head he still wouldn’t be my first choice.”

Rue laughed, “ooo sis, I completely understand. I wouldn’t want that either if you know—

“And that lady? Let me tell you, she’s fucking gangster!” She continued, “they all work for her.”

Everyone in the car was just waiting for the girl to be quiet at this point but she wasn’t taking the hint.

“Aye, why you actin’ like that shit was fun, rue?” Fez drawled with anger in his voice, “for real you’re pissin’ me off. Actin’ dumb as fuck right now! Goddamn, all smilin’ and laughin’ n shit.”

Turning your eyes into slits you could clearly see rue doing just that with her face slightly turned towards the window. You reached over and poked her ribs which evoked a slap box fight between the two of you.

“AYE!” Fez called out sitting up straight in his laid back seat, “and don’t get me started on your ass, y/n.”

Scrunching up your face you asked, “started on who? What did I do? Please tell me, I like to tussle.”

“That mouth. I told you that before,” Fez glared back at you before switching lanes then turning back around leaving ash to smugly smile at you and you were ready to give him a slap too, “and both of you combined? Actin’ stupid and fucking around.”

“Sorry!” Rue called out around her laughs.

You popped your lips reaching for your fallen purse in search of your lipgloss, “I ain’t apologizing for shit. I feel like I didn’t do anything wrong. And I don’t have to take no dude’s shit, especially from two idiots with guns that probably can’t even count to ten.”

Rue and Ash both snorted at that but that just made Fez tighten his hold on the steering wheel. He turned the radio back on, hoping rue wouldn’t sing along this time but he needed to calm down dealing with you two.

“Question, are we still going to the party?” Rue wondered.

Fez gritted, “be quiet, yo.”

Which led you all to the New Year’s Eve party of the night. Most of you all went your separate ways for a little while, you were doing most of the mingling chatting with randoms to hanging out with Jules and Kat for a few moments until Jules kept asking about rue and you rightfully so had to slide. You passed Maddy banging on the bathroom door and headed out to the dance floor for awhile with your new drink.

Sooner than later you found yourself right next to fez, legs thrown over his lap as he smoked one.

“My feet hurt.” You whined pressed your head into his side.

“Nothing to do wit me, I told you not to wear those bratz looking shoes.” He replied, resting his large hand against the bottom half of your leg.

You rolled your eyes pulling your head back, “don’t be mean, you had no issue when I modeled them for you the other day.”

“That’s because my mind was envisioning the bigger picture,” he laughed to himself while you took your fingers and lightly mushed his head back.

Humming you placed your head on his shoulder finding yourself comfortable as ever. Fez was usually always like this at parties, if he wasn’t talking business he was lounging and smoking. You couldn’t get him out on the dance floor but he would take a lap dance if you gave him one. However the course of events tonight didn’t bother you that much if fez just wanted to chill (for right now) so you rested comfortably beside him.

“We made your blood pressure go up tonight huh?” A grin was playing on your lips.

Annoyance wiped over fez’s features again, “we don’t even got to go back there, ma. We’re enjoying the party.”

“Alright fine, I still wasn’t saying sorry anyways.” You lightly argued, rolling your neck but not moving it from his shoulder.

“Take your stubborn ass to sleep, bro. Look at you sleepy at a New Year’s Eve party, what you say to me the other day about the sweater online I wanted to cop? It’s giving senior citizen.” He mocked your voice making you bust out laughing.

You lifted your head once more, “kiss me awake then, grandpa.”

He thought about denying it and telling you to wait but he had other plans when the clock struck twelve. And so he gave you what you wanted with a kiss to your forehead first then another one to your lips.

#hbo euphoria #euphoria #fezco #fezco x woc! reader #fezco x black! reader #fez x reader #fez x black! reader #queued

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dreamkidddream · 3 years

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I might as well start a TikTok trend Masterlist lmao. But not a request, but I saw this the other day and I was dying imagining how the BSD characters would react lol. Let me know if you guys want another character or fandom (I already know I’m bout to do this with the Obey Me boys 😩) Reader is gender neutral!

CW: suggestive/spicy content but no NSFW. The challenge suggests nudity but you’re not naked (even if your man thinks you are 💀)

The Towel Prank (Tiktok Trend) with: Dazai, Kunikida, and Atsushi

Dazai

So you two were just goofing off getting ready to go to bed. You just “got out of the shower” and was doing stupid stuff with him in the bathroom mirror: making faces, dancing, anything obnoxious that was making you both laugh

He was too distracted by your beauty to really ask why you had your phone out, but thought that you’re just saving this to look back on later as fun memories. He was playing right along with you-

Until you snATCHED YOUR TOWEL OPEN WITH THE PHONE POINTING RIGHT AT YOU-

His face morphed from smiling to in shock so QUICK

Remember how he looked in BSD Wan when Atsushi gave him flowers? That’s what he looked like lmao

“BELLADONNA NO!”

Cue you being bearhugged and almost tackled to the ground, with his back facing your phone

You have never seen him move so fast in your life before

He would have wrapped you in his trench coat if he still had it on

When he expected to feel bare skin, he only felt…material?

And how you’re nearly in tears laughing at him while still being in his arms. He realizes now that you’ve planned this, that he’s been pranked

Now Dazai has never been one to be pranked, let alone tricked like this. He can’t have you one-upping him like this! So if it’s a prank war you want, he’ll be more than happy to oblige. But first-

You’re already getting up and reaching for your phone when he grabbed it before you, oddly quiet. “Oh c’mon Osamu you aren’t really mad at me are you? You gotta admit that it was a little funNY-“

You didn’t realize how severe the consequences of your actions were until you dropped on your shared bed with him towering over you

“You didn’t really think you would tease me like this and get away with it, do you?”

If that devious smirk was anything to go by, you’re gonna be in for a long night

Bonus: he definitely pulls the same prank on you, but instead in front of everyone and blames it on you! :D

You deal with a very angry Kunikida

Kunikida

He was not paying you any attention, instead just writing in his notebook as always, more than likely about work. It was finally time to relax for the both of you, and this is what he wanted to do?

Well that’s about to change

You have something that’ll get his attention no problem

Even when you set your phone up pointing right in his direction, he didn’t stop writing. Yeah that’s about to change real soon

Walking in front of him with nothing but a towel and looking back at him, he just sighed and shook his head, “Listen dear, I told you to give me five more minutes and then I’ll indulge you in whatever you want to do, and you whining isn’t going to change that.” And he still didn’t look up!

Looks like it’s time for drastic measures

“Fine. Looks like I have to give my attention elsewhere then.”

“(Y/N) what are you going on abo-”

It didn’t fully click to him that you’re only in a towel and he had to do a double take when it did. He felt his heart stop when you unraveled it with the camera sitting right there-

“WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!”

When I tell you that he launched himself at you

He was latching onto you like a spider monkey with the reddest face, trying to cover your whole body with his while

Idk if you guys remember this show called Hole in the Wall where they had to match the pose or fall in the water? He’s posing like that trying to cover you

Well your plan worked- his notebook was forgotten!

Bad news: he didn’t find it funny when it was revealed you had clothes on underneath. Relieved, but not amused, and his anger was steady rising the more you laughed

Which lead to now: him still latching onto you in bed, not having said a word since. His idea of a punishment (which it really wasn’t to you), hold you until you tire yourself out because he is so terrified that you’ll do something even more drastic if he lets you go

And he was already planning on holding you anyway once he was done writing, but of course your impatience got the best of you

“Oh Doppo-”

“Absolutely not. Since you showed that you can’t be without supervision, this is your punishment. I can’t write in my notebook peacefully, so you can’t go around causing mayhem. And you finally got what you wanted: my attention, correct?”

“Well, yeah but-”

“Alright then. Now go to sleep, you’ve already given me a headache.”

“But I’m not-"

“Goodnight (Y/N).”

He really didn’t let you go for the whole night, but this was fine. You liked being in each other arms any way

Also he watches you like a hawk every time you’re either on the app or using your camera. He does not trust you and that “abomination” together

Atsushi

Poor guy was just minding his business when you decided to do what you always do: cause chaos

You set up your phone and called your loving boyfriend into the room, claiming that you want to show him something exciting. He came in and was already blushing when he saw you in the towel, and his heart rate skyrocketed when he saw your phone recording

You aren’t about to do what he think you are…right? He’s just jumping to conclusions!…right?

“Um…honey, why are you recording- and why don’t you have clothes on yet?”

“Because of THIS-”

You have never heard him scream so loud before, you’re pretty sure he cracked a mirror and all of your windows. But that wasn’t what got you, no-

He ACTIVATED HIS ABILITY

His arms (now as a weretiger) were trying to cover you while also getting you away from your phone. You’re grateful for his quick reflexes but also scared that he’s gonna faint at any second

He scanned over your clothed body to make sure he didn’t scratch you on accident- wait, clothed?! And why are you laughing?!

“What the hell?! That wasn’t funny you know, I thought you were really…”

As cute as Atsushi’s pout is, you didn’t want him to be upset, so you grabbed your phone and stopped the video. He looked more embarrassed than anything, so you had the perfect way to apologize to him

Crawling in his lap and peppering his face with one kiss after the next, you felt his resolve breaking bit by bit. You knew you were forgiven when he tightened his grip around your waist-

“Let me make it up to you At-su-shi~”

#bsd x reader #bungou stray dogs reader insert #bungou stray dogs x reader #bsd dazai x reader #dazai x reader #bsd kunikida x reader #Kunikida x reader #bsd atsushi x reader #atsushi nakajima x reader #atsushi x reader #bsd chuuya x reader #chuuya nakahara x reader

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strangelysamantha · 3 years

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crumbled cookies ☆

jj maybank x plus!reader (fem!reader)

warnings: abuse/hitting, hate speech, fat shaming, bullying, insecurities, swearing, fighting, jj’s dad, luke (yikes!) mad jj, mention of pills.

words: 3,365.

summary: you decide it would be a good surprise to stop by jjs house quickly to drop off some of your homemade cookies, since you believe he isn’t feeling the best. then, unexpectedly jj's dad comes home with an unwelcoming embrace, which ruins the surprise.

request? nope, but requests are open :)

a/n: i randomly thought about this, i obviously don’t believe that us plus size baddies should ever be insecure, but i thought it would be a nice little angst imagine with fluff at the end! if you could, please comment and like if you enjoyed it, thank you! after i write a few requests i will proofread my stories :)

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jj hadn’t answered any of your texts, usually this would worry you, but you understood that sometimes he just needed some space to be alone. you surprisingly were used to this because he always disappeared, and if he genuinely needed you, he knew where to find you. it also wasn’t bothering you because he had only been MIA for a few hours.

you, assuming that jj was just overwhelmed, decided to stay home and bake homemade cookies. jj always complimented your cookies, he loved taste testing them, and more importantly, he loved how you put so much effort into making them perfect, even if you were only making the cookies for him. jj wouldn’t admit it, but he definitely didn’t see you as just a friend. he didn’t know how he viewed you. he was too confused for his own good with his emotions. all he did know was that he depended on you, and that he never wanted to lose you. it would ruin him, especially if he had done something to intentionally lose and hurt you.

you preheated the oven, excited to use a new cookie flavor for jj. you danced lightly to the music playing in the background of your kitchen, softly humming along as you gathered the dry ingredients, mixing them together. it was a fun little game you guys played, where he’d try and guess what extra ingredients you added that affected the cookie's flavor. he almost always got it wrong, but he was so cute sitting there always trying to guess it right, when he didn’t even know that much about cooking anyway.

unbeknownst to you, you were completely unaware of his feelings, despite the same feelings bubbling in your heart too. jj was your best buddy, and obviously you guys had flirtatious banter but it was nothing too serious. it didn’t help that every girl jj had a one night stand with, was the complete opposite of you. how could he like you, when every girl he fucks was not only skinny, but also rich, and mysterious?

pope wasn’t on your side either. he would always express how nauseated he felt when jj would jokingly flirt with you, and openly play with your feelings. he was quite vocal in scolding you when you would tell him that jj blew you off, or jj had pissed you off. deep down you did agree with pope, he wasn’t wrong.

a beep was heard from the oven as it was fully preheated. you had fully completed the cookie dough, now adding the most important ingredients. you decided to be nicer, and chose an easier flavor for jj to guess. you did this just in case something was seriously wrong he could at least be lifted up for guessing it right. m&ms and hershey’s kisses would be mixed together, creating a chocolate m&m hershey cookie, with added caramel on top. you quickly evenly separate the dough, before placing it in the oven waiting for it to rise.

the timer in the kitchen went off as you pulled the cookies out of the oven, careful to not burn yourself. you stick a knife into the cookie to ensure it was fully cooked before smiling contently to yourself. you let them cool off as you got dressed and prepared to go to jjs house.

you added caramel before sliding four cookies into a ziplock baggie. the cute baggy had a drawn on heart and a nice message for him. you didn’t expect to stay long, and you honestly didn’t even know if he would be home.

when you arrived to jjs house it looked vacant and abandoned. the nerves finally catching up to you as you realize he hasn’t talked to you all day. you knock on the front door, waiting for a response but you are left standing there waiting. you frown before hesitatingly walking down the steps. you look up when you hear a car approach, and a glimmer of hope flashes your mind as you thought it was jj, but instead it was his dad.

your heart was beating fast, and you didn’t know what to do. you waited to see if luke would talk but he just looked at you confused, and obviously annoyed. you shook your head quickly, “i’m so sorry, i was just going to drop these off for jj, but he’s not here so i’ll be on my way.” you smile softly, and start to walk away but his strong arms grab yours. you’re startled since his reaching for your elbow was quite unexpected.

“well you are already here. might as well get it over with.” his voice was unrecognizable as his emotions weren’t clear. you nod shyly. “no really i don’t want to inconvenience you, i can come at another time.” he shakes his head before walking to his door, opening it as the door loosely opens entirely, hitting against the wall to its side. you walk behind him being extra cautious in case he tries to grab you again.

you walk straight to the kitchen to set the bag of cookies on the counter, which was no use since right when you placed the bag, luke had scooped it into his hand reading the note. “oh, so you are the one dating my son?” your face twists in confusion. “no, no. jj and i are just friends.” you laugh awkwardly, swaying from feet to feet. the floors creak beneath you causing you to stop shaking back and forth. “okay good.” his eyes look up and down your figure as his mouth forms into a line. “i wouldn’t want him dating someone like… you.” his words hurt, but you didn’t want to break down in front of him.

you feel uncomfortable under his intense stare so you hurried to put an end to the conversation. “uhm. okay, welll thank you for letting me drop them off, i appreciate it mr. maybank.” you nod softly before he states, “no.” you turn over to him, “no?” you repeat as more of a question. your patience wears thin as you notice the cookies are still in his hand, and he is carefully undoing the ziplock that concealed the cookies.

he pulled a cookie out, before admiring it closely. “chocolate chip m&m caramel cookie. very yummy, very good choice.” you avoid eye contact, trying to focus on anything else displayed in the room. “and it’s still warm.” he stares at you as he takes a bite of the cookie, its crumbs slowly falling from where he sunk his teeth in. “it’s quite good.” you smile softly, “thank you… but-.” he cuts you off completely. “of course you, of all people, would be bringing him cookies. i’m not surprised, i can see you are trying to fatten my son.” his words stung you because this wasn’t what you were expecting. his father seemed intoxicated, and before you could leave it seemed like he still had stuff to say to you.

“yes the cookies are good, but they don’t excuse you for lying to my face. you are just like my ex wife… lying, scheming, going behind my back, but still creating delicious snacks.” you stumble back a little, as shock sets over you. “how did i lie?” you ask, quite confused as you hadn’t even talked to him that much. “i know you’re dating jj! i see his hickies i see that when he leaves this house it’s always to meet with your fat ass.” his words hold no meaning, he was just a lousy drunk taking his anger out on the closest thing to him. you stayed silent, when he suddenly shook his head before grabbing the rest of the cookies and throwing them on the floor, jumping on the bag, completely squishing them.

the once yummy cookies, now downgraded into a small pitiful pile that was brutally smeared against the kitchen's tile. your heart speeds up as his eyes are focused on yours, as if trying to read your emotions. “i’m sorry, but i’m not sure what i did to deserve you ruining my cookies?” your tone comes out sassier than intended which definitely didn’t help your case.

“pick it up.” he threw paper towels towards you, as he waited patiently for you to clean up his mess. you silently obeyed scooping your mutated bakery treat up. you got most of it cleaned, but you ran out of napkins. you bite your lip trying to think of a quick solution to finish picking it up so you could possibly leave, but it’s too late because he’s already grabbing your arm forcing you up. tears stream down your face, while you contemplate your choices.

before you could even register what had just happened, his hand had collided with your cheek, as he screams hurtful comments. “you are good for nothing. i honestly hope that jj didn’t choose you, because if he did, that would make him an embarrassment to this family.” he pushes you to the floor, and you quickly try to stand up so you can leave. you hurry to the door, but he catches you before you could get in your car and drive away.

“you can't tell anyone about this. i swear if you tell anyone...” his tone is laced with venom and your face scrunches up in confusion. “dont act stupid! god this is why people treat you the way they do.” you look at him one last time before he sends a fast fist to your face, that hits the side of your nose, and your eye. your face begins to pulse as the blood rushes to the quick forming bruise. you couldn't think straight as everything had happened so fast. all you wanted to do was drop off cookies, but somehow you were now being punished just because you resembled this man's wife. your breath is shaky as your tears are starting to slow down, but they are still evident on your cheeks.

jj’s dad stumbled backwards as if he had finally realized what he had done, before he eventually collapsed on the couch and fell asleep. as he landed on the couch, multiple loose pills fell from his pockets ensuring you that he wasn't mentally in the right place, and he was very obviously intoxicated.

you avoided jj at all costs, which was actually easy since he hadn't even contacted you. you were dreading his routine appearance that was bound to happen soon. you knew it was inevitable, he hasn't missed a nightly check in once, and you had been doing it for months. when you first met the pogues you were slightly scared since you were new in town and you didn't have any friends. so, jj took you under his wing. he quickly became protective over you, which is why he created this elaborate plan to sneak into your bedroom before bed every night. whether it was to just chat, talk about your day, or even just cuddle. you could always expect him at your window at around the same time every night.

usually you would confide in jj, ask for his advice. granted his advice isn't the greatest but it does help that he listens to your problems. not tonight. that wasn't the case. if anything, you wholeheartedly hoped that he would forget, or he would be too busy. he hadn't seen you since before your whole encounter with his father. you wondered if his father had told jj about what he did, and if he did, how did jj react?

you glance at the clock noticing that in the next ten minutes jj would be climbing his way into your window. your body was shaking with nerves as you glanced in the mirror. your black eye was a dead give away that something had happened. could you even tell him the truth? what if you lied, and then he called you out on it saying he already knew about it because his father told him. you contemplated every outcome of the future event that you weren't even ready when he slightly tapped your window. you quickly pulled on sunglasses that easily blocked your eye.

you smile widely, sliding your window up as he gracefully lands on your floor without making a noise, a talent he had perfected. “hey princess!” he has a huge grin on his face, his goofy smile is reason enough as to why you can't break the news to him about what his father did. “hi!” jj pulls you into a hug and you gladly take it. you wrap your arms tightly around his abdomen, as his arms are rubbing your hips. the hug ends and he slowly pulls away, his hands lingering on your hips before he grabs your hand to move to the bed. “do you want to be the big spoon or the little spoon?” jj asked. you waited, contemplating your choices. “either way is fine, you can choose.” you smile as he immediately gets into the little spoon position.

“hey i forgot to ask you why you are wearing those stupid glasses inside.” he laughs lightly as he reaches for them and you completely jump off the bed, scared he actually grabbed them in time. luckily, you were fast enough and the glasses were still settled on your face. “i have a horrible headache, that's all.” you nodded as his face slowly fell, he stood up, moving to sit on the edge of your bed. he glanced up at you. “we can turn the lights off so it isn't as bright in your room.” you shook your head at his compromise. “princess, i need to see your pretty face before i can declare that you are okay.” you hesitated, trying to piece together a quick story that you could tell him to explain how you wounded up with a gruesome bruise. he wasn't going to leave unless he knew you were okay.

he watched you intently, trying to see what you were hiding. “before i show you please promise me you won't freak out.” you reach for his hands and he grabs them in return, slowly nodding. “no, that's not going to count. please tell me that you won't be angry at me.” his heart swiveled up inside his chest as he heard that you thought he would be mad at you. “i promise that whatever you are about to tell me won't make me upset, and that i could never stay mad at you.” you nodded to his words. “okay so you know what you just said?” he tilted his head confused, “yeah?” you breathe in, trying to calm your nerves. “remember that.”

you hesitantly reach your arm up to expose your once hidden eyes. at first it doesn't register so he stares at you blankly. but the moment he saw it, he was already standing up, and freaking out. “hey you said you wouldn't be mad!” he ran fingers through his blonde hair, his eyes wide. “what the fuck…? i said i wouldn't be mad if YOU did something, i never said anything about not getting mad when it involves someone else!” he looks back at you and immediately investigates your eye. his jaw clenched as he looked above you, his hand gripping your chin. “who the fuck did this to you?” you stayed quiet, until he looked down at you waiting for an answer.

silence fills the room leaving it eerily silent. “i can't tell you jj,” he laughs, shaking his head, “that's a funny joke, now tell me what happened and who the fuck hit you?” you looked away. “jj there's nothing you can do.” he followed along with your shenanigans. “and why is that?” you couldn't look at him so you looked at the floor. your silence was only making him more worried. “who was it actually? who are you protecting!?” he was getting frustrated. “fine. i'll tell you, only because i know you'll find out sooner or later.” he pulled you onto his lap, one hand holding your thigh, while the other grabbed your curvy hip. you took a deep breath before continuing. “okay. earlier today i baked you cookies and i stopped by your house so i could drop them off. but your dad was there, and i was just in the wrong place at the wrong time. it was my fault. okay?”

he shook his head, his grip on your thigh tightening. “you're telling me that my father gave you a black eye?” his tone was shockingly low as he absorbed every word you said. “yes. and he stomped on the cookies i made you.” his chest started heaving. “i fucking hate him! everything in my life he has to ruin. you, you mean so fucking much to me, and he’s over here throwing punches at you!” you stayed quiet. “jj?” he looked down at you, trying not to get too worked up because the last thing he wanted to do was scare you, “yes princess?” you hesitated with what you were going to say. you leaned your head to rest onto his shoulder.

“i- okay, i really appreciate you, but i can't have you getting hurt because of me. you're not my boyfriend, and you don't have to protect me anymore. i know you feel obligated with that pact we made when i first moved here, but you don't have to inconvenience yourself by coming over here every night, or by fighting people who harass me, or anything. jj, i feel so bad that you are roped into this position because i never intended for this to happen.” he stays silent, “no way am i leaving you. princess, please throw that thought away right now. i’m here for you always. and i am going to continue to protect you because even if i'm not your boyfriend, that doesn't mean i don't want you safe.”

you are so stunned by his response that your breath gets caught in your throat. “what do you mean?” he smiles looking down, his hands finding themselves comfortable around your hips. “what i'm saying is, that i do want to be your boyfriend. i want people to know how much you mean to me, and i want the whole world to be jealous that i have you, and they can't have you. i want to be the one who protects you. so, if you'd want me too, i'd love to be your boyfriend, if not that is completely okay.” you stared at him, “jj, you'll never know how long i've wanted to do this.” he looks at you confused before your lips connect to his. you run your hand through his hair, while the other hand is sitting on his jaw. his hands hungrily grasp your hips as he pulls you closer to enhance the kiss. you both pull away, smiling.

you asked jj to spend the night with you. he agreed, which resulted in him laying on his back as your head lay still on his chest. one of his hands was always touching you, so he could ensure you weren't going to go anywhere. as you slowly fell asleep beside him, he started to think about what his father had done. with anger clouding his better judgement, he stealthily slipped out your grasp, and climbed out your window, set to fulfil the goal in his head.

eek i hope this was good <333. perhaps a part two...???

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twistedmusings · 3 years

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Wake Up From Your Dream

A/N: I don't even know what I can SAY to this one except...I think I was so angry at not writing that I wrote smut outta SPITE? Can I be so angry with myself that I write Malleus smut to just get something out there? I guess I can. Anyways this ask certainly let my imagination fly q wq

Warnings: Non-con making its way into dub-con, manipulation, impregnating sex and Malleus realizing that family is really important.

You needed to find your way back to Night Raven College.

It has been so long since you’ve been back there, laughing and walking around as if there was no trouble in the world. Nevermind that you weren’t anywhere close to home and nevermind that your family was seeking you out.

As long as there was a possibility of you finding your way home, you had pretended that everything was going to be alright.

You were still a stranger to this world, you had no ties to this world and there would be no reason for you to stay once Crowley found your way back home. It was wonderful making friends with such a variety of people and watching them all grow in their own way. The way you knew you would grow from this experience as well.

Watching Ace and Deuce really come into themselves and their Unique Magic, watching the dorm leaders step into their positions of power and truly start to make a name for themselves that would help them out in their own version of the ‘real’ world. Riddle had gotten a wonderful position befitting of his family name, Leona was actually graduating, Azul was said to open a Monstro Lounge in the Coral Sea while Kalim had started investing time in his father’s trade without having Jamil help him. Even Idia was starting to take strides in his own field!

And you were proudest of Malleus. One simple conversation outside of Ramshackle had turned into a friendship you thought you would never forget. It was so wonderful to see him interact more with students, shyly following after you as you pushed him to talk more to others despite his position. That was what college was for, right? To experience new things and find your future--

You just didn’t think that Malleus would take it that far.

Was it because he was spoiled? No, even though he was born in a monarchy he still did his best to remain kind to others, especially his subjects. You were sure he was going to make a kind king in the future, even if you never got to see with your own two eyes.

You pull the hood over your head as you enter a bath house, the fae receiving you with a curious look and a smile as you hand her 2000 madols.

“Will you be booking a room tonight as well?”

“Just a simple shower and bath, that is all.”

If you were to make a guess, you were in the borders of the Valley of Thorns, a more rural area compared to the now rather modernized capital. You had stolen enough money to get you by for a few trips and you knew that places like these were the best at getting you directions. It had been a bit of a grueling trip, testing your knowledge of the fae language as well as avoiding questions about who you were and why you so desperately needed to make your way back to such a prestigious college. In a sense, you kept it minimal.

You needed to get back home.

“It’s fine. You’re fine. It’s fine. You’re fine.”

The mantra you kept repeating to yourself was whispered under your breath as you removed your articles of clothing slowly, still looking around to see if anybody had followed you in. But this is what was raising all of the hairs on your body, wasn’t it? This constant vigilance that didn’t let you sleep at night. You needed to relax, no one else would come this far.

You feel the fatigue melt as several days of walking are washed right off your body, a smile slowly creeping up on your face as you wash the dirt and oil from your hair.

It would be fine.

You would make it to Night Raven College and sneak into the Hall of Mirrors before wishing yourself back home. Crowley had said that they had pinned down the world you lived in and only after you make your wish would the connection be broken. This most likely meant that the connection was still intact since you didn’t even get a chance to to look at the mirror before you were whisked away.

Everything was going to work itself out, that’s the most you could promise yourself.

The bath is heavenly, the temperate water cooling you down from the hot shower as you look around.

There were no other patrons.

“Good.”

You lean back and press your head against a soft pillow of towels, enjoying the silence as you feel your worries soften while thinking back to what you would do when you were back home. It had been so long since you’ve seen some of your friends, your family was probably worried sick and you still had your own plans you wanted to get through.

If you had time, you could maybe drop by to see how your first year friends were doing?

Or were they in their third year now?

Wouldn’t that be a sight to see?

Your eyes close as you let yourself relax entirely, almost succumbing to sleep.

Only for a hand to grab your throat, the other covering your eyes as you hear a familiar chuckle that tenses your body up and breaks your heart.

“I am afraid we will have to postpone this shower.”

Tears well up in the corner of your eyes as you hear the sound of footsteps into the area, most likely the royal guard.

“Lilia--”

“You’d do well to stay put lest they chase after you.”

The hands covering your eyes pull back as you see a teasing smile looking down pitifully at your fresh set of tears.

“It has taken far too long to find you, Your Majesty.”

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“HUMAN!”

“[Y/N]-san!”

Lilia smiles as he leads you by the hand, the royal guard following close behind as Sebek and Silver join him.

“He might have already woken up, Father.”

“WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN? DO YOU KNOW WHAT MY YOUNG MASTER HAS GONE THROUGH?”

“Sebek.” Lilia looks at his charge, “Quiet. Malleus might still be sleeping.”

Silver takes one peek at you, trying to meet your gaze but pulling away when he sees that the veil Lilia had put on you is blocking anybody’s stares from seeing your face. In fact, the second in command had put you in one of the traditional outfits for fae royalty, complete with a light veil that flowed down from the silver circlet placed on your head.

“Excellent.”

Lilia turns his attention to you and laughs.

“He has been absolutely miserable since you left. It was quite a surprise to all of us when you managed to leave the palace walls. None of us thought that you had really done it, especially him, and it really was a hassle to search the palace up and down to see just where our little human had run off to.”

His voice drops to a whisper as he brings your hand up to his lips.

“I’ll make sure to punish you for that later.”

The older fae leads you along as you finally reach your destination, smiling as he knocks on large wooden doors while pushing you slightly to stand in front of everybody.

An answer he was going to get by the end of the night.

“Malleus.”

No answer. He tests the doors and nods when he sees they are unlocked, opening them as he leads you to step inside so that you both could see the figure drenched in moonlight, looking out the window as if awaiting for an answer.

Lilia waits for his other charge to say anything but shrugs as he looks at you with a smile and a bow.

“We are glad to have you back, Your Majesty.”

The door closes with a loud click as you turn your eyes to look up at the imposing figure, your nails digging into your fingertips enough to draw blood as you try to hold back from screaming and shouting at him to stop acting like such a child. Yet you do not wish to anger him, at least to save yourself from any sort of harsher punishment.

So instead you make your way over to the bed--

Only for the fae to turn around, grab your wrist and slam your back into the rough stone wall. Bright green eyes glare down at you as you wince in pain, still looking away from him but letting out a yelp when Malleus’s fingers grab your chin and force you to look at him in the eye.

“Why did you run?”

He really had no idea, did he?

“Because I don’t belong here--”

Malleus tightens his hold on your wrist.

“We’ve discussed this before, child of man, you belong here just like anybody else, you are my Queen--”

“Malleus wake UP!”

You push against his hold but the fae’s hold gets tighter, most likely leaving a mark. But that wouldn’t deter you, not anymore, you were going to tell him.

“I’m not from this world! Coming to Twisted Wonderland was just an accident! A stupid, stupid accident that no one bothered to fix! And just when we were close to making it right you---you--!”

Shit, you’re crying again.

“I have people waiting for me. Just like you had a family waiting for you. I came to the Valley of Thorns thinking that I was supporting you during your coronation but you just--made a decision entirely by yourself and announced me as yours! Why did you lie to me? To them?!”

Malleus’s hold softens as you finally let your tears flow freely, wishing to wipe them away only due to how weak they were making you look.

“...did you not say you loved me?”

“I did! I did but--Malleus after what you did I can’t--”

He lets go of your wrist only to cup your face as he leans down to press his lips on your cheek, his tongue licking up the warm tears as you grab hold of his wrists to try and push him away.

“Do you miss your family?”

You nod as he moves to kiss the corner of your eyes.

“More than anything…”

The dragon fae hums, letting his lips stay where they were a few seconds longer before chuckling as he pulls you close.

“I see--I really have been cruel to you, haven’t I?”

Your heart nearly leaps out of your throat at his words, hands clutching at his robes as you quickly nod. Maybe this was it, maybe it had taken you breaking down to let him see reason?

Please. Please!

“...A family.”

Malleus’s words are like dripped honey as a thought formed in his head, the thought taking shape and form as his hands clutched you tighter.

“Then we’ll just need to make a family of our own…”

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Hands clutch at his sheets as Malleus takes in the shape under him.

How beautiful could you be? How complex? To him it was as if not a day had passed since you first met. What had been mere curiosity had delved into deep affection and blossomed into a love that Malleus would only read about in fairytales. The sort of books that led him to believe in soulmates, in happily ever after’s and the possibility of spending the rest of your life with the one you loved.

And yes, you weren’t a fae, but the power of his magic was grand enough to keep you tied to him for the rest of eternity.

His lips can’t help but seek out yours as he thinks about how he is the one who will decide when you die.

This love hadn’t started out like this. What he felt for you had been a bit more relaxed, a lot softer and dreamier. You had confessed to him after his Overblot incident and he had gladly accepted your feelings. He was still keen on finding you a way home and promised himself to not let any moment be wasted in thinking how you soon would be far away from him.

Every day was spent happily with you, the rest of the school year flying by as you both enjoyed the time you still had together.

But Malleus was still a dragon at heart, a fae that yearned and longed to take and take.

So when thoughts about you leaving started to make their way to the forefront of his mind, not even your constant love and affection could keep him from his instincts.

You would leave him to go back to your world. Go back to the normal and the familiar. As you walked your path, you would eventually find someone that enchanted you the way he had, all ending with you walking down a beautiful aisle to your now beloved.

A person that wasn’t...him.

As the days of his third year started to run to a close, his hold on you had become a lot tighter, his kisses a lot more possessive and in the end he had invited you to watch his coronation as he entered his fourth and final year.

With his announcement of making you his Queen.

“Malleus! Please I can’t--I’m not ready--!”

He let Lilia make up some story about you not returning to Night Raven, fooling Crowley into believing that you had found your future in the Valley of Thorns with him. The announcement of you taking up the role of Queen had been surprising but Malleus had woven the story in such a way that there had been talks of having it printed for others to read.

It was a wonderful ending to your love story, you ending up in his arms. But something was missing…

Malleus was glad that you had given him the answer.

Both of your knees were on either side of his waist, your hands clutching at whatever they could as his cock buried itself deep into your cunt. The veil was long forgotten as his robes and your own are thrown carelessly around the room while you wail and scream at being broken into by such a thick length. The small sight of blood on his cock made Malleus smile as he pushed in further, the tightness that was pushing him back slowly opening up for him as he watched you do your best to fit him inside.

It would be fine, you would be fine.

With a growl he finally bottoms out, two hands holding your hips and forcing you down to take all of him as the tip of his cock pressed right under your womb--

He shivers as you tighten up again, leaning down to lick up the trail of tears on your cheek before eating up your tiny whimpers with a hungry kiss.

“Here...right here is where our family will start.”

A large hand takes yours as Malleus puts it right over the small bulge on your stomach, your eyes growing wide as you realize just how deep inside he is. He kisses you again, not daring to break away as he lets a trail of saliva dangle from his lips to yours, the clear liquid disappearing into your mouth as your body relaxed and your eyes grew hazy.

“Do you love me, child of man?”

It was a simple question, but your brain seemed muddled from his kiss. Dragons tended to excrete a certain liquid as they got ready to mate, the experience painful even within his own species but being eased with the help of saliva, sweat or cum.

And with the way he was pressed against you, his sweat matted on your skin as he let more of his spit drip down his tongue and onto yours...surely the answer would come the more you two worked to start your family.

Malleus hardly gave you any time to recover as he started to move, his eyes entranced with the way he disappeared into you with each thrust. Your mind was still muddled but your body was already eagerly accepting him, your legs wrapping around him slowly before locking him in place as he repeated the question.

“Do you love me, child of man?”

You open your mouth but the only word that comes out is a plea for him to go faster.

Which Malleus gladly listens to.

It didn’t take long for him to start pounding into you at a brutal pace, every thrust having the tip of his cock slamming against your womb as your toes curled from the pleasure of taking him so deep. His cock disappeared inside your tiny cunt, shaft now coated not just with blood but with your arousal as well. The bed creaked in protest while the sounds of the bed frame hitting the wall helped him keep time, Malleus leaning back down to kiss you again as your lips this time part eagerly and sucked on his tongue while your hands clutched his shoulders and horns.

Cries turned into happy moans, your sad and abandoned look now one of pure ecstasy as your pussy flutters and tightens around him, pushing him to go harder and harder so he could---!

“[Y/N]--!”

Your legs close tighter around him as you bury your face on the crook of his neck, your orgasm being ripped from you unexpectedly as Malleus halted his movements with a stiff body. He drops his head on your shoulder as your legs keep him in place.

“Malleus...ah--!”

He groans as he paints the inside of your walls white, the warmth of his cum filling your womb to the point that what you hadn’t taken merely dripped out onto the now stained sheets. Malleus lifts his head to look down at you, smiling as he sees your eyes staring up at him eagerly despite how much you had protested before.

“A family…”

You smile as Malleus nods, your hands going all the way to your stomach as you feel the warmth start to twist your brain even more.

“A family with you…how wonderful…”

Arms wrap around him as Malleus kisses a trail from your shoulder to your lips. He just needed to ask you one last time.

“Do you love me, child of man?”

With a hum, your answer is whispered into his ear as Malleus closes his eyes as he realizes that this is where his happily ever after would finally start.

“I love you Malleus, more than anything else.”

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foodieforthoughts · 3 years

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Imagine Henry coming back home sexually frustrated because he shot a sex scene that day and all he could think about was you

Oooffff this was interesting to write! Thank you anon bean for the request. It turned out to be longer than I expected 👀😅

Warning: 18+, smut, fingering, slight bondage, male!dom, fem!sub, minor role-playing, vaginal penetration, foul language

A/N: I had so much fun writing all the requests but they are now closed. I have a lot on my plate right now and I don't want to disappoint with mediocre work. Thank you to everyone who has been sending me requests and reading my work, I love you all. The pending ones will be answered soon. 😊♥️

Title: Hello, Sailor

You were singing to yourself while taking a shower completely oblivious to the other occupant of the house sneaking into the bedroom. You nearly shrieked when you stepped out of the bathroom to find Henry sitting on the edge of the bed. Your husband had a tight lipped smile on his face, dressed in all white with a sailor's cap perched on his head.

"Well, hello, sailor." You wrapped the towel over your body. Droplets of water dripping from your hair and travelling down your arms; Henry's gaze following the trail of hydrous beads with his smile turning into a leer. "You weren't suppose to be home yet."

With a smirk Henry stood up, bringing his eyes to refocus on your face. "Yeah, I excused myself."

Extending his arm to grab onto yours, Henry pulled you to him in one swift move. You yelped when you crashed against his hard chest, your arms flailing to grab onto his strong biceps for support. You gasped as Henry's hardening bulge rubbed against your abdomen.

"What's gotten into you?" You asked, puzzled but also slightly aroused by his dominion.

Licking his lips slowly while his lustful gaze bore into you, Henry pulled the towel loose from your body. The fluffy piece of cloth fell down on the carpeted floor, pooling in a heap on your feet.

"I had to shoot a sex scene today." He grazed his nimble fingers over your skin, running his hand down your arm. "And all I could keep thinking about was you."

"I'm flattered." You tried to pull away but Henry held you tighter against him, his hand squeezing your butt while the other travelled down to rest under your breast. You bit your lip, suppressing a moan when Henry ran his thumb over your exposed nipple.

"Do you want to tell me how the scene progressed?" You breathed, your chest heaving as your pulse drummed in your ears, tingling moisture beginning to pool between your thighs.

"Better yet, I'll show you." Henry offered and before you could squeak out a word, he turned you around and pushed you down on the bed. You fell on the soft mattress, your thighs held apart by Henry's wide frame crawling in between them. His eyes darkened with lust, pupils blown wide as he climbed on top of you.

Your eyes fluttered close when he kissed his way up from your waist, leaving lingering impressions of his lips and sucking on the juncture of your neck, making you buck your hips to gain friction where it was needed. He brought your hands up over your head, holding them by the wrist until you felt the coarse nylon texture of the binds digging into your skin.

"What the-" You opened your eyes in surprise and craned your neck to see that Henry had indeed tied your hands with a rope. You tugged at the restraining line, listening to the faint sound of the bed post creaking with your force. Bringing your gaze back to your husband who had climbed off the bed and was hurriedly discarding his clothes, you stared at him waiting for an explanation.

"What sort of movie are you filming? Sailor porn?"

Henry chuckled, pulling the last piece of clothing down, freeing his cock which stood erect and proud. You gulped, momentarily mesmerized by the thickness even though it wasn't your first time seeing it, wondering how did your body accommodate his massive size.

"I improvised, I'm an actor. There were no ropes." Lying on top of you, caging your body with his legs on either side, Henry brought his face close to yours. You could feel the warmth of his breath, taking in the intoxicating scent of his masculinity, awakening your inclination to be controlled and destroyed. You were about to speak when he placed his hand over your mouth, stopping you from saying something witty in response. "She didn't speak. Can you follow that?" Henry questioned, his voice dropping down an octave, the husky undertone spreading sparks of electricity throughout your body.

You nodded, wriggling under him to pull his attention to your aching center. His heavy cock rested on your abdomen, veiny topography of his phallus rubbing against the sensitive skin of your belly. Your drenched hair was beginning to soak the bedsheet, making you shiver under the dampness although it might have not been the only reason why your arms were now covered with goosebumps.

Taking his hand off your mouth, Henry wiped his thumb over your parted lips, nudging it inside your warm cavern. You gladly sucked at his digit, moaning as he twisted it inside your mouth, running your tongue over his finger. Your thighs clenched when his other hand rubbed at the outside of your thigh, making it's way to your mound. Henry kissed his way down from your neck, stopping to suckle at the top of your breasts, marking you as his. You whimpered as he spread your legs apart, bringing his fingers to tease your dripping folds, rubbing at the swollen bundle of nerves.

You were completely at his mercy, trying to pull at the restrains, wanting to touch him. Sucking in a ragged breath, you closed your eyes as at the same time Henry took your aching nipple in his mouth and inserted a long finger inside your cunt. Your toes curled, gasps leaving your lips when he flicked your clit with his thumb, adding another finger to stretch your pussy.

"Henry," you moaned his name, jerking up when he nipped at your nipple. "Oh God." You repeatedly called out, feeling the coiling at the pit of your belly as his fingers curled inside you, rubbing against the erogenous spot over and over again.

You gasped for air, taking in shallow breaths, as your heart raced in your chest. Henry placed his hand over your cheeks, caressing your skin while performing exploitative ministrations over your body. You strained against the ropes, rutting your pelvis against his hand as your orgasm ripped through your body like a thunder strike.

You were trying to regain your breath, think above the haze in your mind and get your thumping heart to calm down, when Henry unceremoniously flipped you over on your belly. The rope dug into your wrist but you were busy trying to make sense of what was happening when Henry pulled you up on your knees, jutting your ass in the air and positioned himself behind you, lining the tip of his cock at your entrance.

"Henry," you tried to look behind at him, but the cord and his large hands holding your waist bound you to your place. "Please-" You couldn't even complete the sentence as Henry plunged his throbbing cock inside your welcoming cunt, thrusting until you were stretched and his bulbous head rubbed at the apex of your womb. He bottomed out inside you, giving you no time to adjust to his size as he pulled out before ramming back in.

"Are you loving that?" He rasped near your ear, bringing his hand to rest under your jaw and turning you face to look upwards. "Exactly like I fucked the wench in that scene."

"Fuck, Henry." You cried, the sensations and the situation overpowering you. You pushed against his hip as the familiar coiling in your belly returned, ready to snap as he hammered his way to reach his high. Your eyes widened when his hand snaked its way to your clit, circling the nub and pushing you to your imminent climax. With quivering thighs and a scream, you came over his dick grabbing onto the rope as tidal waves of ecstasy washed over you. With a loud groan, Henry dug his fingers in your skin, shooting his thick warm seed inside you, continually saying your name as the remnant of his load emptied within you.

Struggling to catch your breath, both of you laid on the soaked mattress, with sweat slicked skin and trembling muscles. Henry kissed your back as he rolled over you, lying on the bed and looking up at the ceiling.

"Wow! That was something, wasn't it?" He asked between gulps of breaths.

Turning your head to look at him, you nodded. "Exactly how many sex scenes does this movie have?" You teased, weakly nudging him with your knee.

"A couple more I guess." He winked back, lying on his side to face you.

"Next time maybe a heads up?" You quirked an eyebrow at him, mischievous grin on your face. "Never thought I would pitch in the idea of role play and the universe would grant me with a sailor sex scene."

Sitting up and untying your hands, Henry chuckled. "Actually, my character is about to become the Captain soon."

"Oh mama. Drop your anchor in my lagoon again, Captain." You laughed as Henry shook his head and snorted as you continued throwing horrendously funny pick up lines one after the other before pulling you towards the bathroom for a warm shower.

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chilumi-shipper · 3 years

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Ready to Hold On

Xiao x Adeptus!Fem!Reader x Zhongli

Summary: Why not both? Love works in strange ways, and fate has given you a choice. Let it be known that your choice is not to choose, but to love them both. You had a realization when you hear from Xiao that Zhongli apparently had excused himself from your "hangout", you wishes that you could be with both Zhongli and Xiao at that moment.

(Alternative Ending to Ready to Let Go, I suggest you read it first. This version is where you start a polyamory relationship with both of them.)

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"He said he needed to do some extra work because of all the mora he's been spending." Xiao explained as he watch you mold the cookie dough to little spheres before placing them neatly on the tray.

You two were so close to each other, exactly how you wanted it to be. Somehow, you felt as though, you feel something missing. Despite your close proximity with Xiao, him standing right next to you as you create your first every batch of cookies, encouraging you when you say they're probably not gonna be that good, you kind of miss a certain someone who would say very long, unnecessary details about the very origin of cookies, giving you some baking advice so you don't accidentally make a stomach destroyer cookie batch.

Perhaps it was the lingering feeling of golden orbs (aside from Xiao's) that would watch your every move with care, just to make sure nothing is a miss. Maybe it was the feeling of a strong chest behind you or a constant hand of reassurance resting upon your shoulder.

"Y/N..." The soft voice of Xiao calls for you, you looked at him questioningly, stopping what you were doing. "I--" His face seem to turn bashful as he looks down, ears starting to turn pink.

You smiled a bit, feeling giddy as the Yaksha looks for the right words to say. Your eyes gleam as you stare at him expectantly, this was the time you were waiting for!

"You like me?!" In your excitement, you accidentally blurted out your thoughts before he could even finish his sentence.

...

He looked at you, a bit surprised, not expecting that you would blurt something like that out. And yet, you looked equally surprised yourself, covering your mouth with your wrist, since your hands had been handling the cookie dough.

'Ahhhh!!!' You cursed yourself with every bad word you know, screaming internally as you turn your back onto him. 'You're so fricking stupid, Y/N! Why the heck would you say that?! You piece of-'

Even if he did like you back, that's still so awkward!

"I'm sorry..." You whispered, feeling your legs weaken with embarrassment. You heard him sigh from behind you before chuckling.

You felt his hands gently grasping your shoulders, slowly turning you around to face him.

"Was I as obvious as you?" The cat-eyed boy spared a teasing remark, just for you. You can't help but feel shocked, Zhongli said you were obvious too! But Xiao, who doesn't interact with humans to even know how others react when having a crush, is saying that your feelings were pretty obvious? You gotta be real transparent for that one.

You felt your face heat up at what he said, but still, the comment made you laugh. "You're unpredictable, but I like that about you." You finally looked at his golden eyes, and they were filled with happiness, because of you. He is happy because of you.

You scoot yourself closer, now just inches apart from a sweet first kiss. "I like you, Y/N." He finally said it, the words you would imagine him say whenever you're lost in your wondering thoughts, but now, it's actually real. "Is this okay?" You nodded slowly, still starstruck as he gently holds your chin with his gloved fingers.

Xiao tried to initiate slowly, but you smashed your lips against his immediately, stumbling both you back a little, but his other hand slid around your waist, whilst you wrapped your arms around his neck. You felt his smile as you kissed him, which he returned with equal passion.

You slowly pulled way from him, opening your eyes before smiling, "That means, I like you too."

"You're one piece of work." Xiao stated as you retract your arms, ready to go back to baking. "It makes me understand why I'm not the only one who likes you." You freezed at his words, looking back at him like he's grown another head.

"W-what?"

"Morax, he's quite fond of you too, butterfly."

Butterfly, you almost melt at that. Wait, that's not the point, the Zhongli "Morax"? Fond of you too?

Your now lover (hehe, lover) chuckles, although it does not contain any malice or jealousy, unlike how you'd imagine a person to react when they find out another person likes their lover.

"You mean like, friends fondness, right?"

"No." The Yaksha shakes his head.

"How would you know that...?" You quietly asked, still having doubts about what you said. Xiao slides your loose hair behind your ear before cupping your face.

"He acts the same way I do around you." But in your eyes, that still wasn't proof that Zhongli likes likes you. Besides, aren't you only supposed to have one love interest?

"But maybe that's just how he normally is. Why are you so sure?" You questioned him even more.

"Do you feel like you really want him to be here with us right now?" Xiao asked you instead, it's like he was reading your mind or something, you did kind of wish he was here.

You just nodded, not trusting your voice anymore. You looked down to your hands, wiping them clean with a towel.

"You miss him when he's not around, trust him the most, you feel comfortable around him..." You nodded at his words again, not sure where he's getting at. "Then you like him too." You're eyes widen at Xiao's words, your mouth dropping in shock.

"...Xiao, I like you." You explained to him, yet the lingering feeling that maybe he was right started embedding itself within you. He just sighs, before gently holding your hands.

"You can--" He can't help but look down and shake his head. "I can't believe I'm actually the one doing all the talking." You giggled at his little comment, although the feeling of confliction didn't seize.

"Zhongli confessed to me last night, all about how he felt about you. Why he's not actually here today." Xiao finally said, gently caressing your hand with his thumb. "But I forced him to come today." You were a little surprised, Xiao, who would stop at nothing to serve the Geo Archon, actually went against the Archon's wishes. However, you're even more surprised that the mentioned man walked into the Wangshu Inn kitchen, and you already know that he's heard everything.

"Mr. Zhongli!" You try to act normal, but being bombarded with your own conflicting feelings were talking a toll on you. "Uhm..."

Xiao let go of your hands as the older man stood in front of both of you.

"Do you like me, Y/N?" Zhongli asks, despite his sincere smile, you felt the nervousness that courses within him, the same nervousness flowing within you.

You think about this really hard. You've had feelings for Xiao for a very long time, but through all that time, maybe there was another love that sprout without your notice, because you always believed that you could only love one. Both of them have been there your entire immortal life, all of you working side by side to make sure that each of you and Liyue is safe from harm. In all your years of pining, you realized, you crave for both of them when they're not with you, the moment doesn't seem as special without both of them, they're the most important people in your life.

You could never choose one over the other.

Looking up at another pair of golden orbs, you slowly nodded, grabbing one hand of each of your most beloved people in the entire universe.

"I think... I know that I love both of you so much." You smiled as you took both their hands close to your chest.

Zhongli then proceeded to kiss you too, a quick sweet kiss on the lips.

You jumped, "Oh, I forgot about my cookies." Letting go of both their hands, you go back to tending to your treats. "I hope my two favorite people can help taste test after I'm done."

"Of course."

"I'll try it."

You let out a cheerful chuckle, this was probably the most confusing but happiest day of your eternal life.

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Requested by: @amethystrain77

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character-simp02 · 2 years

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[Injured!Iwaizumi x Reader]~Ankle Sprian

You were at 1st year at Aoba Johsai, and you were the manager for the boy’s volleyball team. You were invited by Nobuteru Irihata, there head coach when you stated attending high school. You were in the locker room folding the practice jersey’s for the next part of practice, which if it wasn’t obvious, it was going to be a practice match. The 3rd years vs Everyone else. Once you were done folding, you went out to set them on the bench and started to fill the water bottles. You watched as all the players were involved in some kind of motion and spike drill which was organized by Coach Irihata.

As you filled the bottles, your eyes glanced towards the 3rd years. In particular, your eyes locked onto Iwaizumi. There vice-captain, and ace. You had always liked the way he did things; his hair style, the way he plays, and how motherly he gets with everyone. You honestly loved everything about him, but wouldn’t tell it to his face. You were way too scared. You thought he would never like you, especially since you were only a 1st year. You thought he would never go for the age and year difference if you had a shot so you stayed quiet. But, above all else, you loved Iwaizumi at the bottom of your heart.

When you finished filling the waters you headed back to the locker room to get the towels from the storage part of the room. As you grabbed the box full of towels, you heard a sliding sound. That sound soon turned into a loud crash or slam. You jumped at the loud noise, causing you to drop the box on your feet. Without hesitation, you left the box on the floor and ran out to see what in the world had just happened. As you flung the door open you could see everyone crowding a single spot on the court, coaches and all. As you rushed over you could see one person before your eyes laying flat on his back, in what looked like excruciating pain. And that person was none other than Iwaizumi Hajime.

“Damn it!” You heard him whisper but scream over and over, as he held his hands over his right ankle. His face expressed every bit of pain you could imagine he was in. Your face sank as you watched him lay there.

“Calm down Iwa-chan, you’re overreacting” Oikawa said, in a babyish voice.

“In case your eyes don’t work dumbass, I just fell on the court!” He yelled at the smug smiling 3rd year.

“What happened??” You finally spoke up, looking at the coach.

“Can you put pressure on it son?” He asked, disregarding your question.

As you watched Iwaizumi try to stand, you could see him quickly lift his ankle back off the floor. “No, it hurts like a bitch” he muffled under his breath, trying to hide the pain.

“Should we take him to the clinic?” Makki suggested, looking around everyone.

“Good idea, the rest of you stay and continue practice, I’ll take Iwaizumi to the clinic to get looked at; and don’t think about doing any funny business while I’m gone. Keep them in line y/n” Coach Irihata glared at you with a worried smile.

“Y-yes sir” you stuttered as you bowed before him. You watched as he and Iwaizumi left the gym, leaving all of his players before you.

“What should we do y/n-san?” Kunimi asked, expressing no emotion.

“Right, um-” you paused, looking over the clipboard at the benches in the corner of your eye. You grabbed it and walked back to the team. “Uh, get the jersey’s off the bench and split into teams, all 3rd years and the rest of you. It says it’s time for a practice match” you said, then clapped your hands.

“Hai!” Everyone yelled, you jumped back in shock. ‘Wait, am I seriously coaching the team now??’ Your mind went a blank.

When everyone was suited up, they went onto the court like you asked. Well all except for Oikawa, who was just sitting on his phone. “Senpai, get dressed” you said, your shadow standing in front of him. He just rolled his eyes at you.

“Iwaizumi-senpai will be fine, get ready before coach yells at you” you gave him a glare as he stood up.

“Alright guys, I’ll be back, just get to the match” you said, running out of the gym.

You made your way to the clinic when you saw Coach Irihata heading out. He didn’t know it was you and continued back to gym. You opened the doors to see the nurse no where. You made your way to the only occupied bed you saw with feet at the end. “Iwaizumi-senpai” you whispered, behind the curtain.

“Y/n, what are you doing here?” He said, his face looking in less pain than before.

“I came to check on you, otherwise Oikawa-senpai would bug me about it. What did the nurse say?” You said, looking at the wrapped ankle with a half melted bag of ice on it.

“I’m screwed y/n..” he sighed. You didn’t hear what he said.

“I’m sorry?” You asked, sitting beside him.

“I’M SCREWED!” He yelled out.

“Calm down, is it that bad Senpai?” You questioned.

“I’m out for 2 months y/n-” he started to cry.

“2 months?? The prelims are in 3 weeks” you said in shock.

“I know, Its a bad sprain, I can’t walk on it. The nurse is putting a cast on it until I can get cleared for a boot” Iwaizumi explained.

“I’m so sorry Senpai-” you said, grabbing his shoulder.

“Don’t be, if Shittykawa didn’t make me jump for the ball I wouldn’t of fallen. The fact he has the audacity to say I’m fine pisses me off” Iwa said, grabbing his hair tightly.

“I’m sure he didn’t mean it, he does feel bad though I know that” you said, letting your hand slide down to reach his.

Iwaizumi looked at you. “My feet and head are killing me” he sighed.

“That’s to be expected, let me get you another ice pack” you said, trying to find one.

“Y/n...” he said, quickly.

“Hmm?” You said, turning to face him.

“I have something to say-” he cleared his throat.

“What is it? If it’s about Oikawa I can-” he cut you off.

“Not about that dumbass, y/n...I like you-” he spat out, hanging his head low.

“What??!” You said, in shock. You didn’t think he would ever say those words to you.

“You heard me” he said.

“I’m surprised..” was all you managed to say.

“I don’t know how it works but I just know I like you, and I want to try it, if you even feel the same way” he said, rubbing his head.

“Iwaizumi-senpai, I-...I like you too” you said, sitting next to him.

Before he answered, he grabbed your head and kissed you long and hard. “Call me Hajime-” he said, with a huge smile.

“O-okay Hajime” you said, at a loss of words.

“Getting a sprained ankle was worth this” he chuckled.

“Really?” You said, not buying it.

“Well yes and no, just be happy I actuallly confessed” he giggled, kissing you again.

“I KNEW IT!” A voice yelled from the entrance, it was Oikawa and the rest of the volleyball team before the 2 of you.

“Oikawa!” You yelled.

“So you finally did it huh?” Makki said, shooting a glare at Iwaizumi.

He nodded with the biggest grin. “They knew???” You said, wide-eyed.

“Yup!” Iwa said, sitting up, aujusting his posture.

“Was the whole Injury a part of this??” You said, confused.

“Well acutally no it wasn’t, that’s just shittykawa’s brand of fun” he laughed, kissing you again.

“Damn it Hajime” you said, smiling brighter than ever before.

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itadorisgf · 3 years

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YOU MAKE IT DIFFICULT TO NOT OVERTHINK.

note: fushiguro megumi pls reply to my text messages

word count: 1.5k

pairing: fushiguro megumi x gn!reader

warning: takes place after fushiguro gets his shit rocked by tōdō, blood, mention of injuries

The word plagues you the moment it falls from his lips.

“As long as a person is compassionate, then I don’t need anything else.”

What did he mean by that?

You glance sideways at Kugisaki and Maki who are too engrossed in conversation to pay you much mind. Good. You slip your phone, which managed to escape unscathed following your encounter with Maki’s rather unpleasant twin, out of your pocket and unlock it. It’s not as if you’re unfamiliar with the word, but you type it into the search engine anyways to look up its exact definition.

A definition pops up instantly after you press enter. “Compassionate: feeling or showing sympathy and concern for others.” Your brows unconsciously pinch together as you read the definition a second time. You gnaw on your lower lip, hissing when your teeth accidentally come in contact with a cut. You bring your hand up to your lip, tenderly pressing your forefinger against the thin cut, and then pulling it away to look at it. The cut still stings but at least it’s not bleeding anymore.

Your mind wanders back to Fushiguro’s words, and you can’t help but feel unsettled by them. It’s too…simple. How is it that the only quality that Fushiguro desires in a romantic partner is compassion?

It’s simple, but at the same time, it’s not. Compassion is intangible. It’s not a physical quality that you could simply check off if you had it or not. It’s a feeling that one possesses, and can only be seen through the actions that one takes. You kind of wish Fushiguro had said something shallow instead. Even if you didn’t fit his type at least there wouldn’t be any room to overthink it at all. You would be able to wallow in self-pity for a while that your crush on him would go unreciprocated and then move on afterwards.

But, that’s not who Fushiguro is.

“What’s the face for?” You lift your head up to look at Maki and Kugisaki. You answer Maki’s expectant gaze with a shrug of your shoulders while slipping your phone back into your pocket.

“Nothing. I was just thinking about the Exchange Event.” You slightly shrink under Maki’s unrelenting stare before she turns to look forward once more as Kugisaki launches all three of you into a discussion about the upcoming event. You’re thankful that Maki didn’t press you for more information when you both know that you were lying straight through your teeth. She’ll drop the issue for now and wait until you eventually come to her about it.

You mainly listen to the two converse, popping in here and there to add your own comment, but Fushiguro’s words continue to weigh heavily on your mind. You’re lost in thought once more when you hear Kugisaki gasp from beside you. Looking up to see what caused such a reaction from your friend, you release a gasp of your own as you take in Fushiguro’s bloodied state.

He’s holding a piece of cloth, soaked through with red, to the side of his head. His clothes are soiled and blood is smeared across the entirety of the upper area of his face. He looks like shit, but he’s standing up with the help of Panda and Inumaki, who each have an arm hooked under his shoulder.

“Fushiguro?” He raises his head at the sound of your voice. You rush over to Fushiguro’s side, replacing Inumaki, who slips out of your way with no complaint, and slide an arm around his torso to help support his weight. “What happened to you?”

“Tōdō,” he mutters, wincing when Panda jostles him a bit too roughly. You grimace upon hearing the name. You didn’t realize that Tōdō would have roughed up Fushiguro to this extent, but you weren’t too surprised. Tōdō was a fearsome opponent. The mere thought of facing him in battle was enough to send a shiver up your spine.

“I’ll help Panda bring Fushiguro to see Ieiri,” you inform Maki and Kugisaki. Inumaki joins them, standing off to the side of the duo.

Maki waves you off with a knowing glance. You dislike how it feels like she’s peering right into the depths of your heart as if she knows the secrets it holds. You inwardly groan to yourself. She most likely does have an idea and you positively dread the talk you’ll be having once this is all over. You’re unsure if you’ll be able to handle the inevitable teasing that will ensue.

“Do what you like, just don’t be late for our training session tomorrow morning.”

You nod and watch the trio walk off as you readjust your grip on Fushiguro. You remain quiet, lost in your thoughts, all of which center around the male whose weight you’re currently supporting, and listen to Panda happily discuss the Exchange Event that seems to be the topic on everyone’s minds. It’s not long until you find yourself at Ieiri’s door. The room you’ve visited a fair share of times for your own injuries in the past lies empty at the moment. As soon as Fushiguro’s eased into a sitting position, Panda disappears with a hearty goodbye, leaving you and Fushiguro alone as the two of you wait for Ieiri’s arrival.

“Let me get something to clean the blood off,” you mutter when the quiet gets to be too much for you. Fushiguro just grunts in reply as you flounder around the room, searching for the faucet and a clean towel.

You grimace and take the bloodied rag from Fushiguro’s dirtied hand and toss it aside before replacing it with the clean dampened towel you prepared.

“Close your eyes,” you murmur. Fushiguro’s eyes flutter shut in response to your quiet demand. You’re confident that the walls around your heart would have crumbled all too easily if Fushiguro kept his eyes open and trained on you. You swallow down your nerves and ignore the hammering of your heart as you gently swipe the rag over his eyes.

He scrunches his face up and clenches his eyes shut automatically at the cool sensation before relaxing again. The action is much too endearing and you remind yourself that this is no time to be admiring Fushiguro’s profile when he’s injured. Your hands are gentle as you drag the rag over his bloodied face, doing your best to not cause him any more discomfort than he’s already experiencing in his injured state.

“That’s the best I can do right now.” Fushiguro slowly opens his eyes once more as you lift the red-stained towel away from his face. You quickly turn around to place the rag in the sink, unable to face Fushiguro while you’re in such a flustered state. You hadn’t realized how close you were to his face until after you were nearly finished wiping off all the blood and dirt that coated his skin. “I’ll leave the rest for Ieiri to take care of.”

Your heart lurches when Fushiguro reaches out and loosely circles your wrist with his hand. He draws his arm back quickly as if he’s surprised as well with his sudden action when you turn around to face him.

“Thank you.”

The words come out stilted and awkward, and you think you may be more seriously injured than you originally thought because a stark redness paints itself across Fushiguro’s pale cheeks and you are sure that you cleaned all the blood from his face. It takes a moment for you to realize that this isn’t a figment of your imagination or a daydream. That sitting less than a few feet away from you, Fushiguro is blushing. His eyes are averted away from your form, but he does nothing to hide the scarlet hue of his cheeks. Oh. Your heart really cannot take this.

“It’s no problem.” Your voice cracks, and you internally scream because at this rate you’re going to make a bumbling fool out of yourself in front of the boy you like. “I’ll see you later, Fushiguro.” You rush out of the room as quick as you can, hoping that the way your face has warmed up goes unnoticed by him.

You don’t allow yourself to relax until you collapse on a bench far away from Ieiri’s room, all the way on the other side of campus. Your frame sags and your pulse races as the mental image of Fushiguro blushing flashes to the forefront of your mind once more. This is really not good for your heart. At this rate, Fushiguro is going to give you a heart attack whether he means to or not.

“So you and Fushiguro, huh?”

You visibly startle at the teasing tone, scrambling to sit upright and twisting your head to face the owner of the voice. An arched brow and a grin that promises nothing good greets you as you look up at Maki. You swallow in an attempt to dislodge the lump in your throat.

There’s no way you’re getting out of this unscathed.

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lottiebagley · 3 years

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Family Reunions- George Weasley

Three years imagining a life together Love your family more than we loved each other I said I’d keep in touch and I did But the more we keep in touch, the more I miss him

The second she enters her small flat she can feel her entire world shatter around her. Leaning her back against the door as she sinks to the ground, head dropping into her hands as she wipes furiously at her eyes, trying to push the tears back in.

Once a week she had attended dinner at the burrow, it was nice, good to see Molly and Arthur and whichever kids were around, of course George was never there, the date marked in his calendar in a red pen reminder to not go home that day. To sleep and eat at the flat.

The family had been heartbroken to hear that he had broken up with his girlfriend, after the war he had committed all his time to helping Fred. His twin needed every last bit of his attention, helping with his physical therapy and his dwindling mental state and so George's relationship had taken a back seat. She hadn't minded, in fact she had understood, she even committed herself to helping too.

But a year after George decided to call things off, Fred was better, he was walking and he was happier and he was working again. It was the perfect time for him to focus on his relationship, after all the girl had proven herself time and time again. But he couldn't bring himself to do it. Maybe it was that he felt like he needed a minute alone.

Maybe it was the feeling that she was so much better than him. Maybe it was his mother's constant talks of rings and weddings. He wasn't quite sure but all of a sudden he felt like he was suffocating.

He sat her down in his bedroom in the flat. Explained that she wasn't the one and it didn't feel right anymore. He had watched as she cried and had attempted to comfort her only for her to push him away, fleeing his flat leaving a baffled Fred on the living room sofa, television on in front of him, wondering why the girl who may as well be a sister just left the flat in floods of tears.

George still visions his mother's face when he closes his eyes, the look on her face when he told her he ended his relationship. He remembers her disappointment. He remembers his brothers shock. He remembers his dad's sad sigh. He remembers his sister's passionate rant about how he never deserved her anyway.

As the girl cries on her hallway floor she vows that she will stop. Stop seeing the Weasley's. Not because she doesn't love them with every fibre of her being but because she couldn't handle the heart break. Couldn't keep sitting at their dinner table without his hand on her knee. Couldn't keep sitting on the swing set without him laughing and pushing her. Couldn't keep helping Molly clean plates without him sat on the counter teasing her.

Tell your sister if she hears from her ex I can’t be the one that she calls And as much as I love talks with your dad I need him to leave me alone Cause I can’t find the words to express The way that I wish I was the one But friends don’t bring friends to family reunions

Her resolve to stop seeing the Weasley's was gone by the next morning.

She woke up to a missed call from Charlie and called back, chattering away about his upcoming trip home as she got ready.

She arrived at her job at the ministry and met up with Hermione for coffee, deciding that when she eventually cut her ties she would keep Hermione. The girl was like a younger sister, although so was Ginny, but she figured one last tie to the family, someone to hear their news from would do no harm.

Arthur knocked on her office door in his lunch break, bringing with him sandwiches made by Molly and asking her to eat with him and she didn't have the heart to say no, so instead they ate in her office and talked merrily about the infestation of singing sunglasses he was dealing with today.

As she left her office she received a phone call from Ginny, who ranted about how annoying Harry was being and how now she had graduated and was training she felt like she had no time to focus on her relationship.

It was after she assured the girl that her and Harry were meant to be as she walked through the Leaky Cauldron she knew what she had to do.

She got a flat above a bookshop on Diagon Alley simply to be near George and now everyday, walking past his store, felt like torture. She hadn't been in the store, she'd avoided it like the plague even when Fred asked her to come and hang out with him and George wasn't working. So as she walked into the atmospheric shop her heart felt like it was sinking in her chest.

"Hey sweetheart, you all okay?" Fred asks with a bright grin, he's leaning on his cane for support and eyeing the door.

She could cry looking at him. Not just because he looks identical to the man who fell out of love with her and she still pined desperately for. No. Today the tears she blinks back are practically grief, she knew that, realistically, she would see Fred around, but she wouldn't be able to call him a friend anymore.

"I uh- could I speak to George?" she questions, Fred smiles gently, noticing her pained tone.

"Yeah, of course, you can go on up," he assures. She nods shooting him a small smile, but pauses on the stairs.

"Hey Freddie,"

"Yeah,"

"I want you to know that I am really proud of you, of the shop and of how much better you are and I mean when I first met you who'd have thought you'd end up here. I just-well I love you and I am really proud," She blinks back tears as she speaks, almost wishing she would get a chance to say a goodbye to all the Weasley's.

Fred smiles gently, somewhere in him he can tell, tell that this is goodbye and he's about to loose a friend.

"I love you too sweetheart, just remember no matter what that I am always going to be here for you,"

They share eye contact for a moment, both knowing and not saying it. Fred understood, he can only imagine how hard it must be to still be a part of his family's lives after George. He knew the girl in front of him loved his twin brother more than anything, he knew that deep down George loved her just as much, and yet here Fred stands, a silent goodbye hanging in the air.

Phone calls Sweet notes All the little things I used to love Now they just remind me that I was never enough We said we’d keep in touch and I tried But the more we keep in touch, the less I move on in life

"Hey George," she speaks quietly, standing in the hallway of his flat as he stands staring at her shock.

It's been a month since he saw her and his heart leaps at the sight of her, at her standing there with a small smile and teary eyes and a pencil skirt and blazer and messy hair and she's just her. She is her and it's everything he's been missing. He wonders as he stares at her how he ever thought that she wasn't the one. That she wasn't perfect. That she wasn't made for him.

Her own eyes are wide, seeing him sparking something in her that she didn't even know existed. He's shirtless, a white towel wrapped around his hips and his hair damp from the shower he just clearly had. Her eyes scan his toned chest, his broad shoulders, the light sprinkles of freckles. His scent, his cinnamon body wash, is so strong that it practically invades her body and she could scream and cry and all she wants is to kiss him.

"Oh-shit-hi. Is everything alright?" He's worried to see her, had someone died? Was she okay? Merlin, he wanted her to be happy more than anything in the world.

"Hey," she speaks quietly, backing a way a little when he tries to move closer, not wanting to be close enough that she could reach out and touch him.

"You said that already," he teases gently, testing the waters.

"I'm sorry- I-" she cuts herself off, not sure how to say anything that she wants to

"Hey, it's okay. You're okay," he comforts her gently "Why don't you go sit down, I'll get dressed and come, just give me a minute," he offers, she nods her head slowly.

When he enters the living room it feels natural. Seeing her sat on his sofa waiting for him feels right. He thinks for a second about how it could all be different. How he could be in pyjamas and she could be in one of his shirts, how he would jump on her and laugh when she tells him he is squashing her, how he'd have held her as they watch a film and make-out and he'd cook for her and they'd drink wine and enjoy a blissful Friday evening, wrapped up in each other.

"You're all dressed up. Going anywhere nice?" she questions, eyes scanning his white dress shirt and jeans.

"The Italian, the one in Camden town,"

"With the little dog and the red wine?" she questions, George lets out a laugh at the memory of the time he took her there, it was a month after the war, thinking back it was probably the last time he took her out. He got so busy with Fred and the shop and she'd not been a priority when he knew she should have been, she never seemed to mind though.

"That's the one,"

"So, it's a date," she smiles gently, heart splintering in her chest

"Uh, yeah. Yeah it is," he confirms, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly

"That's great, do I know her?"

"Angelina," He admits quietly. She nods, forcing a smile.

"That's great George, I'm really happy for you. I'm sorry to disturb you-"

"No!" he cuts her off a little too eagerly, a little too happy to see her. "No, you are fine being here. I want to help with whatever is happening," he assures her

"Right, well I won't keep you long," she nods awkwardly

"Hush, none of that nonsense, take all the time you need," he reassures her, sitting down next to her on the sofa but keeping a respectful distance apart.

"So-well- I know that this is-" she cuts herself off with a sigh "Sorry, this is just...awkward,"

"Hey, it's just me. You can say anything," He moves his hand to place it gently on her knee, his heart stops at the way she gently pulls her leg away.

"I need you to tell your family to stop talking to me,"

"What?" he snaps, suddenly quite offended. "My family have been nothing but kind to you and-"

"Christ! it's not like that!" she gasps, he sighs

"Then what?"

"I can't be a part of their lives anymore. I know it sounds so selfish and I wish it was different but- George- I love your family. I really do. I just- being around them hurts. It kills me. It makes me want to just drop dead because every time I talk to them I think of you. Being in your house I can feel you and- I- it hurts. It hurts too much," She admits it in a tired whisper, George feels his heart break at the thought of her heartbroken because of him.

"Okay. I'll talk to them," he speaks quietly, she nods and stands.

"Goodbye George,"

"I'll see you around?" he asks quietly, the thought of this being it makes his heart hurt. When his family were stealing seeing him all the time it wasn't as bad, he always knew what was happening in her life. This, this was final.

"Yeah. Yeah maybe,"

Tell your sister if she hears from her ex I can’t be the one that she calls And as much as I’ll miss talks with your dad I need him to leave me alone Cause I can’t find the words to express The way you don’t think I am the one And friends don’t bring friends to family reunions

For the next six months George hears nothing. Without his family seeing her he has no idea how she is, if she's okay, if she's happier now. He lays up at night thinking about her and wishing he could turn back time.

She hears scraps, staying in touch with Hermione, she knows about Ron in depth, hears bits and pieces about the rest of the family. Too awkward to ask if George is okay, if he's happier without her, if he's with Angelina now.

Bill receives a card when his little girl is born but she doesn't pick up the phone when he calls her. Fred gets a text message when he finishes his physical therapy but when he replies it's left on delivered. Ginny swears up and down that she saw her in the stands of her first professional quidditch game but can't prove it.

So, with dread filling her body and curses at her nephew flying in her mind she enters Weasley's Wizard Wheezes. She's hoping to go unseen by the twins, they had staff now and maybe they would never have to find out her annoyingly loveable nephew wanted a reusable swamp for his 12th birthday and absolutely nothing else would do.

"Hello, welcome to Weasley's Wizard- oh, hi," George's voice sounds anxious when he snaps his head up to see her standing like a deer in the headlights in the almost empty shop.

"Hey,"

"Is everything alright?" George wonders if the way his mind automatically jumps to something awful having happened because of the war or because he can't think of any other reason after everything he put her through that she would want to be anywhere near him.

"It's Max's birthday next week," she announces

"Yeah. 12, right?" George questions with a lopsided grin. He adored her nephew, the kid as giggly and energetic and just like him and Fred were as kids. He also loved the way she was around kids.

"Yeah," she confirms, surprised he remembers. "He, uh, started school,"

"Made Gryffindor I'm sure," George smiles, it's the first genuine smile he's let out in weeks

"Yeah. The first thing he said when he saw me at Christmas was that I just had to tell uncle George, didn't shut up about you once. I didn't have the heart to tell him we broke up so..." she trails off.

"He's a good kid,"

"He is. Professor McGonogall isn't quite so set on him,"

"Nah, she always loves the trouble makers," George smirks

"That's true," She smiles gently "Anyway, so he wants a portable swamp and nothing else instead for his birthday, so," she trails off once more, gesturing to herself.

"Well of course," George grins, pushing himself off the front desk that he had been resting on and striding across the shop floor to grab one. He grabs a basket, walking around the floor and plucking any product he thinks the kid might like, even a few unreleased things from the back room before returning to where she is standing at the front till with a small smile on her face.

"George-" she starts, he shushes her immediately.

"I'll gift wrap them for you," he announces, placing the full basket on the till

"You don't have to that," she protests but he laughs

"Actually, I kinda do. You are the worst at wrapping gifts," he teases making her smile.

"You got me there," she admits

"Yeah. So, how've you been," He begins scanning products through the till and wrapping them with ease

"Uh good. I got a promotion-"

"Wow! that's fantastic, and so well deserved,"

"How would you know?" She blushes as she speaks, not looking at the boy

"I do read the paper y'know? What is it now 100 war criminals you have single handedly found," he bolsters, she'd always wanted to be an auror but becoming so high up that she reported directly to the minister and had a big fancy office was only in her wildest dreams until now.

"What about you? How's things?" she questions

"They're good. Shop's going great and Fred's only getting better by the day. Little Victorie is so perfect and yeah life is, well, it's good," He can't bring himself to say that as much as everything is perfect he can't find it in him to be happy without her by his side.

"And Angelina?"

"We decided we were way better as friends. You dating?"

"I'm married to the job," she shrugs, not wanting to say she doubted she would ever fall in love again without him.

"I get that," he nods, placing the pile of wrapped up parcels into bags. He physically laughs when she grabs her purse and begins to gather money

"Sweetheart, you're not paying for any of this. I only rang it through the till because we have to stock management,"

"George, that is so kind but I can-"

"Yes you can, if it makes you feel better stick my name on a couple of the tags alright?"

"I will, I promise that I will," she nods, taking the bags from his hand "Thank you,"

"No bother. Give Max my best, yeah?" He smiles, she nods and he watches as she leaves the store, his heart that he hadn't even realised was practically beaming dulls back down when she goes.

Tell your mom to stop sending me recipes she finds on the internet And when your brother wins homecoming king

I won’t be there to witness it And when you find the words to express the way you don’t think I am the one And friends don’t bring friends to family reunions If we’re just friends don’t bring friends to family reunions

"You busy?" Hermione leans in the doorway of her office

"I can make a couple minutes, what's up? We had coffee three days ago," she reminds as the brunette steps into the office, closing the door behind her and settling in the seat across the desk.

"I know and I wanted to ask then but I couldn't bring myself to it because I feel so bad asking," Hermione explains, twisting the diamond ring on her finger anxiously.

"'Mione, you can ask me anything. You know that if it's physically possible I'll do it," she assures, putting the papers she had been reading down to give her friend undivided attention.

"You're one of my best friends," Hermione states

"And you're one of mine," The girl nods, eyebrows furrowed in concern

"And when somebody does something big in their life they want their best friends there,"

"Hermione what ever you need I'm there. 100%"

"Big things like getting married. I'm getting married, you know that, I mean to say Ron and I have picked a date and it's four months away and we are getting married at the burrow in a marquee by the lake. I know it's a lot to ask of you. I mean it's not just some ex, it's George, and I know how hard it's been for you without him and I hate myself for asking. And it's not just seeing him it's being there, I mean you fell in love with him there and it's not just him it's all of them and I understand if you say no, but, I want you there," Hermione rambles

"Of course," She speaks without thinking, never would she not attend her friends wedding "Hermione, I would love nothing more than to be there,"

"Really?" Hermione beams

"Merlin, 'Mione did you think for a second I wouldn't come, it's your wedding,"

Love them like they are my own But I don’t think I’ll ever move on If you don’t , If you don't

It had been the most obvious thing in the world to say yes when Hermione asked, but now, standing in a stupid, but undeniably beautiful, pale blue bridesmaid dress she felt nervous. Hermione had insisted she had no obligation to see the Weasley's until the wedding day, she knew how her friends heart ached for not just George but the whole family, and wanted to make the whole thing as painless as possible.

But now, standing in the empty kitchen the morning of the wedding, the girl wondered how to breathe. She arrived by floo powder, already changed and ready like Hermione had instructed as she was getting ready with her muggle family.

She wasn't sure what she expected but it wasn't the empty, quiet room she was standing in.

She lets out a sigh, blinking back tears, the scent feeling like coming home.

"Sweetie, how are you?" She hadn't even realised Molly had entered the room from the back door until the familiar woman is pulling her into a hug.

"I'm okay, how are you?" she questions as Molly pulls away. If it were anyone else Molly would have rushed away, much too busy with preparations, but it wasn't. Molly loved the kids her children brought home in her life like her own, she missed the girl but understood that she needed space. One look at the tears in her eyes tells Molly that right now she needs to be here.

"I'm good. We are all good," Molly assures, gently guiding the girl to sit. "Now, tell me honestly, how are you?

"I'm just sorry," She admits, voice cracking and tears spilling onto her cheeks. "You must all hate me,"

"Sweetie, no one here hates you, not even for a second. We adore you," she assures, rubbing the girl's shoulder comfortingly

"All of you were always so welcoming and kind and then I just stop speaking to you all. I was so rude and I'm so sorry. Merlin, I didn't even tell you myself I made George do it,"

"None of that. You don't have to be sorry. We are the sorry ones. My son broke your heart and we were all wrapped up in loving you and wanting to be part of your life that we didn't stop to think how hard it would be for you. To be here and to talk to us. You needed to heal, no one is mad at you. We just miss you, and when or if you ever want to come back you will be welcomed with open arms," Molly assures her, grabbing a tissue to dab the girls cheeks dry.

"I missed you so much Molly," she sighs

"I missed you too dear, and I know George misses you,"

"I miss him. Every day I miss him,"

The moment is cut short when Charlie strides in through the front door "Thought I smelt trouble," He beams, wrapping his arms around the girl "Come help me with the daises, Hermione wants like a thousand and Perce is useless," He informs, an arm wrapped around her shoulder. She looks almost anxious and he rubs her shoulder gently "He's upstairs with Ron," he whispers gently

"You're welcome to go and speak to him if you'd rather," Molly informs, she wanted her son to be back with the girl more than anything.

"It's okay I'm happy to help,"

"Thank Merlin, I'd strangle Percy if you aren't there to stop me,"

Tell your sister if she hears from her ex I can’t be the one that she calls And as much as I’ll miss talks with your dad I need him to leave me alone Cause I can’t find words to express The way that I wish I was the one But friends don’t bring friends to family reunions

"I saw mum put you to work earlier," George's voice calls through the dark night air. She's sat in the tree house in the garden, the wedding a small distance away.

"I never mind," she shrugs as she watched him climb the ladder, he sits down next to her, legs dangling over the edge next to hers.

"Thought I'd find you here," He comments, he had built the tree house one summer when they couldn't get a minute alone. It was the first summer she spent there, between 4th and 5th year, she fell in love with him in that tree house.

"Just needed a minute," she sighs

"Yeah. It's beautiful but it's kind of a lot,"

"Weddings when you're depressingly single are often a lot," she shrugs, he chuckles at that.

"I have no clue how you are single," He comments, eyes trained on the starry sky above them

"Well, you dumped me so," she teases, a light laugh in her voice. He rolls his eyes, bumping his body to hers, for the first time since the breakup she doesn't move away from his touch. Not wanting to waste the opportunity but also not wanting to push her he settles for pressing his leg next to hers, her foot wraps around his leg holding him close to her without her even noticing, it's second nature, instinctive.

"I'm serious. You're so incredibly kind, and funny, and smart and good in bed," he adds the last one as a joke, laughing when she playfully swats his arm "and I mean, look at you right now, you're like a fucking goddess. You always are. How had no one swept you up?" He questions, and he means every word of it.

"Honestly?" she questions

"Always,"

"They've tried. I mean boys ask me out or try and get with me, but- I- well I never say yes, it's not fair to go on a date with someone when you're in love with someone else," She admits, she is staring straight ahead, not looking at him, so she misses the grin that brightens his face.

"That's why Angelina and I decided on friends," he admits, she hums in response not sure what to say. A comfortable silence falls over them, the sound of music from the party the only thing filling the air.

"You wanna dance?"he asks suddenly

"Sure," she agrees, he jumps down from the tree house, it's a little stupid but not unsafe and they've done it a thousand times before. She follows suit and his hands grab her waist to steady her when she stumbles a little in her heels.

He keeps his hands there, pulling her closer to him as hers wrap around his neck.

"Always thought you looked so good in blue," he admits as his thumb strokes her waist, the silky material soft under his grip. "Like a princess," he adds

"Always thought you looked so good in a suit," she grins, blushing a little as he twirls her around

"I miss you," he hums out, pulling her back closer this time, her head resting on his chest.

"I miss you," she returns.

"Y'know I never stopped loving you. Not even for a second. I regret it. More than anything," he's practically whispering and his heart stops when she stills in his arms.

"I can't do this," She whispers, tugging herself from his arms

"Darling-"

"No. George, I love you, more than anything. So I can't. It's your little brother's wedding and you are lonely and you are all mixed up and we haven't seen each other in so long and weddings, merlin weddings, they confuse everything and I can't. I can't do this one last night thing. I'm sorry,"

Before George can reply, can tell her that she's so far from right she's turned around and is speeding back towards the party.

Tell your mom to stop sending me recipes she finds on the internet And when your brother wins homecoming king I won’t be there to witness it And when you find the words to express That you don’t think I am the one And friends don’t bring friends to family reunions

She pulls her apartment door open a week after the wedding, surprised to see George Weasley a determined look in his eyes and soaking wet from the rain.

"George,"

"Hi. I need to talk to you," he doesn't seem nervous, he seems like there's a fire in his belly, a determination, a purpose, a need.

"Oh, sure. Come in," She moves aside, letting him in. "The living area is at the end of the hall. I'll go grab a towel," she directs.

He looks around the living area, it's open plan to the kitchen and it's cosy. Full of pictures and little trinkets, it is fundamentally her and his he feels more at home there despite having never been before than he does in his own flat.

She re-enters, throwing a fluffy baby pink towel at George before heading into the kitchen, grabbing an extra mug having been in the process of making tea when he arrived, and fixing them both a tea how they like it.

"So, you wanted to talk?" she prompts, sitting crosslegged on the couch, her fuzzy pjs and messy hair so domestic and beautiful he would marry her on the spot to get to see her like that every day.

"You said that you didn't want to do one last night, well, I don't either. It wasn't wedding goggles making me look at you different. I am in love with you. So, in love with you that being without you makes it hard to breathe and I want you back, not just for a night but for the rest of my life," He thinks he should be nervous but he's not. It's her. He could never be nervous with her.

"George, that makes no sense why would you-"

"Listen, I have never felt good enough for you. The whole time I've known you it was like you were so above me and I could never be on your level, no matter what happened you were always perfect. You were, and are, too good for me,"

"George, I have never been-" she starts but he cuts her off

"I had to help Fred. He is my twin brother, my best friend. He nearly died and I was terrified. He was nearly crushed to death and I realised I could loose him, I could loose anyone I loved. That included you, obviously, and that's how it started. I was scared to be with you because if I lost you I couldn't cope. I couldn't survive. So I started pushing you away. But you. Merlin, you're so good that it didn't matter. I pushed you away and I was wrong to do that but you didn't waver for a second. It was my responsibility to help Fred. To go to physical therapy with him. To hold him when he cried. To be there no matter. I would have done it no matter what. But you. You didn't have to do that. But you did. You didn't complain. You didn't walk away. You helped fix Fred even when I was being crappy to you," He rants

"George, I loved you and I still do. I would have done anything you asked me to, I still would. But I didn't help Fred because of you. I didn't do it for you. Not cause I was too good. I helped Fred because he's been my friend since I was 11. I helped Fred for Fred. Not for you," She explains, George sighs.

"I know. I just was in this state right? I was scared to loose you and you've always been too good for me and I just didn't know what to do. Then, Fred was getting better, and I felt empty. I wanted Fred happy and healthy of course but I'd become so used to spending all my time trying to fix things, trying to keep everyone afloat. It felt like everything stopped. Like no one needed me. I became obsessed with things I could. I couldn't fix you, I couldn't fix us, because nothing needed fixing. You were so perfect for me that I didn't need to fix it. That scared me. The more I thought about it the more I realised if I lost you, no one could fix me, I couldn't loose you but I wasn't good enough for you. It had to be me. My terms. My breakup. It was stupid, but that was I hadn't lost you I'd given you up and that was better," he explains, tears flooding her cheeks as she suddenly understands everything that's been happening for the past months.

"Georgie, you never needed to be scared. I'm not going anywhere, I promise,"

"I know. I'm sorry that I hurt you,"

"George, I love you,"

"I love you darling, more than anything," he smiles

"So another go?" she questions timidly

"If you'll have me," he nods, she grins. Hands shoving his shoulder's back to lay against the sofa, knees on either side of his waist. Her lips touch his for the first time in months and it's like they can breathe again.

They lay side by side in her bed that night, bare skin pressed to each other, holding each other as tightly as humanly possible.

"Can we stay here all day tomorrow? I just wanna lay with you," she speaks tiredly, her head on his chest

"Ron and Hermione get home from the honeymoon tomorrow," George informs, she moves her head to look at him "We have a dinner thing, looking at the wedding pictures too,"he continues

"That'll be nice. You aren't leaving my bed till the very last minute though," she decides

"You should come," he prompts, giving her a squeeze

"You really think your family won't mind?"

"Please, they love you. They'll just be glad to see we are back together,"

"We could be going as friends," She teases, he rolls his eyes

"Not to a family reunion we couldn't. Besides, I have every intention to hold your hand and kiss you the whole night so they'll probably catch on. Aside from Percy, bless him, he's socially inept,"

If we’re just friends don’t bring friends to family reunions If we’re just friends don’t bring friends to family reunions

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kaihavoc · 3 years

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Cloud 29

a/n: inspired by my new two favorite videos: this and this one

Lingering just outside the Chelsea locker room, I wait until I see the last person leave. Well, second to last. Christian passes me by with a toothy grin, telling me to “take good care” of my boyfriend tonight because he earned it. Laughing nervously, I just give him a polite wave, acting like he didn’t just give me that advice, and sneak inside the locker room. There’s only one person who hasn’t burst through the doors and come out to join the festivities. The superstar––the hero––of today’s match. Kai Havertz.

I know Kai; he’s got to be swirling with composed excitement, taking his time to revel in this momentous occasion without the chaos of overexcited screams and cheers. I can just imagine his humble smile, those crinkles rippling across his cheeks, that endearing overbite he’s always been so insecure about. The mere thought of him puts a smile on my face.

I only need to take a few steps when I see him. Considering he’s the only person left in the locker room, he wasn’t that hard to find. I pause in my tracks, absorbing the sight of him: sweaty, shirtless, head down with his back against the metal locker. I make no noise, but he must sense a presence because his head snaps up. Our eyes meet, and his face lights up as he bounds over to me, tackling me in a hug. He towers over me, but that doesn’t stop him from practically leaping into my arms. Yeah, as if I have the upper body strength to carry him. Sometimes I think he forgets I’m not as physically fit as his teammates.

I open my mouth, about to congratulate him, but the dullness in his blue eyes stops me. Something’s off. He’s happy to see me, that’s clear, but, otherwise, he’s not as ecstatic as I thought he would be. Why isn’t he? Not only did his team win the Champions League, but he scored the winning goal. His first goal of the Champions League, no less––he went out with a bang. He should be over the moon.

“You look festive,” Kai comments, playfully tugging on one of my pigtails. I wanted to try something new, so I had tied my long hair into pigtails with two royal blue ribbons. Aside from that, I’m just in my typical outfit I wear whenever he plays a game: one of his old jerseys that he gave me when we first started dating and black leggings. I had considered spicing things up by painting Kai’s initials on my cheeks with blue face paint, but when I brought the idea up to him over dinner last week, he just said he knew a better method to brand me as his. I left it at that without inquiring further, even though I was curious by what, exactly, he had in mind.

“You look… hot,” I gulp, my eyes traveling down his long, toned torso. No matter how many times I’ve seen him shirtless after a practice or a game, or in only a towel after a shower, I’ll never get tired of seeing him half-naked. Or fully naked, at that.

“You look hot, too,” he murmurs into my hair, still embracing me tightly. “I just didn’t want to say that because I was trying to be gentlemanly.” Cupping my face with his large hands, he proceeds to kiss me, feverish and rough. He nips at my bottom lip and doesn’t even wait for me to open my mouth before invading it, battling my tongue with his. His ferocity gets my blood pumping and the pit of my stomach tingling, but it’s all wrong. I’m necessarily complaining, but this isn’t how he usually greets me. He typically welcomes me with a soft, delicate kiss before anything else. Is this because I haven’t congratulated him on his win yet?

“I’m so proud of you, Kai. You and the guys really deserve this,” I say sincerely, but he pretends like he doesn’t hear me, going in for another attack on my mouth. To that, I shrink a little and he catches on, sighing as he takes a step back, his thick eyebrows furrowed together. I notice that the ribbons in my hair are loose, so I quickly readjust them as I try to read Kai’s expression. He still looks… dissatisfied. Maybe some ego boosting would do the trick?

“Everyone’s raving about how you’re a tactical genius. How your skill and precision are unparalleled. How you’re on top and you haven’t even reached your peak yet,” I ramble, trying to recall every headline I’ve ever read in the news this past week. Oh, and also, you’ve got the cutest bum out of any football player in the history of football.

“Not everyone,” he growls in a dark voice, messing up his curly brown locks by snatching them with his hand. His face twists with irritation. “Right after the game, a reporter came up to me and asked me if I thought I finally paid back my hefty price tag.”

“And how did you respond?” I ask, curious. Usually he doesn’t get so riled up over post-game interviews, but perhaps his transfer fee is a touchy subject for him and he just never told me. In an attempt to calm him down a bit, I take his hand into mine and lead him to a section of the bench lined along the lockers. We sit so that we’re facing each other, and I weave my legs around his torso, nearly straddling him. But not quite.

“I think I said… ‘I don’t give a fuck of that. We just won the fucking Champions League’,” he says slowly, his nose scrunched up in concentration as he recalls his response.

I stifle a laugh. His cussing is not a regular occurrence, it’s not entirely uncommon either, but whenever he does curse, it catches me off guard. Maybe it has something to do with that pretty face of his, as if foul language shouldn’t be coming from it. “You’re right; you did just win the Champions League, so you shouldn’t be hard on yourself,” I say, lightly poking him in the bicep. He doesn’t seem to appreciate my stab at lighthearted reassurance, so I go for a different approach. Tough love. “Okay, fine. Chelsea may have paid a lot of money for you, but that’s because you’re worth it, Kai. You don’t have to prove your abilities to anyone––even though you already proved them tonight plus your whole career thus far. People are always going to have something negative to say, but you put in the work and it shows in every game. Don’t let anyone get to you, especially not a reporter; they’re just trying to get some dirt.” I’m not used to giving pep talks, so I’m not sure if I did it right.

I must’ve done something right because his frown is replaced with a slight smile. “Thank you, baby,” he says, pecking me on the cheek. One Kai’s best qualities is that not much gets to him; and if it does, it doesn’t take him long to get over it. Annoying interview question long forgotten, he traces patterns on my thigh and tells me, “The boys are going to a nightclub tonight to celebrate our win. Come with me.” To aid in his plea, he grabs both of my hands, squeezing them, his pale blue eyes gleaming with hope.

“A nightclub?” I repeat, making a sour face. “You know better than anyone that I don’t belong at a nightclub.” I want to suggest just a cozy night in, watching his favorite film of the Harry Potter series, Goblet of Fire, and cuddling, but I don’t want to take this celebratory night with his friends away from him.

“You belong with me, and it just so happens that tonight I’m being dragged to a nightclub,” he says. I don’t say anything, and his face falls, presumably because he recognizes his bid to get me to go is a lost cause.

“You go,” I encourage, trying to sound upbeat as I pat his thigh. “Have your fun.”

“Really?” he asks. “Are you sure?” He gives me a dubious look, one eyebrow severely cocked.

I squint at him quizzically. “Yes. Why wouldn’t I be?”

He looks me dead in the eyes. “Babe. Let’s not forget what happened the last time I went out for drinks with the team for Timo’s birthday. I came back home with a ripped shirt because a bunch of girls pounced on us, and you wouldn’t talk to me for a whole week. You didn’t believe me.”

“That’s because it’s an unbelievable story,” I mumble.

“You accused me of hooking up with another girl,” he reminds me, his mesmerizing eyes narrowing at me, causing my cheeks to heat up and my skin to crawl with guilt. Now that he’s mentioned it, I do remember that incident. Vividly. It happened around the beginning of our relationship, when I still didn’t know how serious Kai was about me, about us. Regardless, I should’ve known that Kai would never be unfaithful to me. That’s simply not who he is. He has never once given me an inkling of a doubt of his loyalty. I blame my foolish allegation on my insecurity over our blossoming relationship, but I’m long past that…

“You’re too friendly, Kai,” I sigh, ruffling his hair to make it seem more like a concern and less like an accusation. “It makes girls think they can have a chance with you.”

“Girls?” Kai scoffs, shaking his head in pure denial. How can someone so intelligent be such a dumb boy sometimes? “What girls? That happened one time, and it wasn’t only me who got jumped. The whole team did.” Like that makes the situation any better, Kai.

“I’m not dating the whole team! I’m dating you, and you’re only going to get bigger and I… I just want you all to myself,” I admit. My head falls, weighted by a vicious mix of embarrassment and shame.

“Well, I know something that’s big that you can have all to yourself,” he says coyly, with a self-righteous smirk.

“I’m serious, Kai,” I say, frowning at him in return. “You’re young, talented, attractive. Girls are going to be lining up for you, and soon I’ll just be chopped liver.”

“Chopped liver?” he hoots, obviously unfamiliar with the expression.

My frown deepens as I huff, “You’re going to forget all about me.”

“I think if anyone’s guilty of forgetting anything, it’s you. You’re already forgetting that I’m in love with you,” he coos, sliding closer to me, dusting my neck and collarbones with soft-lipped kisses.

“Get away from me. You’re all sweaty,” I complain––mostly so as to not give into his seduction techniques too easily––but it’s half-hearted.

“You’re about to be, too,” he growls, lifting me and dropping me on his lap. I can feel him harden underneath me, and I respond by rocking my body against his, inciting staggered, tense moans from the both of us at the same time. The sounds that come out of his mouth are music to my ears. With a hunger to hear more, I reach in between us, stroking his length through his thin shorts, loving how fully aroused he gets at my slight touch. His breathing quickens, but when I don’t hear anything from him, I look at him, witnessing his bottom lip in between his teeth, suppressing those sweet moans I so desperately want to hear him make.

Suddenly, he’s tugging at my leggings; he’s so aggressive that I’m afraid he’s going to rip them. After he shimmies them off, I kick them to the side, and Kai’s eyes ravage the bottom half of my body. I’m thankful I had the good foresight to wear lace panties instead of my go-to granny panties, but at this point they’re drenched. They have been ever since I walked in and saw Kai; just one look at him does unspeakable things to me. His ability to reduce me to a mere puddle with just his eyes is unnerving.

He removes my shirt and purses his lips when he sees that I’m not wearing a bra. My chest is ample-sized, but I can comfortably go without a bra––often doing just that––and it drives him mad. He says I shouldn’t go prancing around braless because I’ll be practically naked when ogling guys undress me with their eyes. I say that doesn’t make sense.

He yanks his shorts and boxers down in one swoop, and the heat between my legs intensifies. If his massive hands and long fingers were any indication of what he has to offer, the blanks fill themselves out––he’s glorious. I can’t help but gawk and admire him; Kai is perfect in every singular way. If I had no self-control, I’d lick every inch of his pale skin. I lower myself onto him and gasp with pleasure when just the tip enters me. Slowly, I bounce up and down on him, each time driving him deeper inside me until he fills me completely. My head rolls back as I continue the rhythmic movement, and I moan when he licks a stripe in the valley between my breasts. My fingers tangle themselves in his curly locks as he takes one of my nipples into his mouth, sucking on it while tinkering with the other between his fingertips.

“Oh, Kai,” I whine, feeling the intolerable pressure building up in my stomach.

“That’s it, baby,” Kai purrs against my chest as I tighten around him. “Say my name. Just like that.”

“K-Kai––” I cry, quivering against his body; my vision is blurry and I’ve lost function in my legs. Kai’s taken over, his fingers digging into my hips, thrusting into me, hitting my most sensitive spot time after time. I’m on the verge of seeing stars when it all stops. Before my brain can process what’s happening, I’m balancing on all fours on the bench as Kai positions himself behind me, his erection rubbing against me. With one thrust, he buries himself inside me, reaching around to rub my clit in a slow circular motion. I was not prepared for that. The combination of sensations is enough to drive me over the edge, but what drives me even crazier is the heat as he presses his firm chest up against my back.

“Who do you belong to?” he demands in my ear, humming. I tune him out, focusing on getting my fix and nothing more. I can barely get his name out, what makes him think I can have a coherent conversation? “I don’t like being ignored,” he warns sharply.

My arms and legs are shaky, and the only thing keeping me from crumbling to the floor are his hands, holding me steady as he rolls his hips. “You,” I finally breathe.

“Dunno who that is,” he drawls, and I could swear he’s purposely applying more pressure to his accent just to mock me.

“You. Kai,” I hiss and close my eyes to try to block him out, but that only heightens my senses to everything he’s doing to me.

“Kai who? There are many Kais,” he says matter-of-factly. His fingers slow down around my sensitive area, and I’m afraid he’s going to withhold euphoria from me.

“Kai––fucking––Havertz,” I half moan, half gasp as his fingers pick up their pace and he slams into me, the final push that sends me soaring into bliss. I never cuss unless I have a really good reason for it and lashing my frustration out on the infuriating tease that is Kai Havertz is a good enough reason for me. However, he makes up for his devilish nature by understanding every nook and cranny of my body. On cloud nine, I ride out the high to the fullest extent before my body goes fully limp. I suck in a breath when he pulls out, only to feel the warm liquid on my back coming in spurts.

“Fuck,” he moans, and I just wish I could watch him as he comes undone. I think it’s hot when he releases his load on me––I like it best when he does it on my chest. So I can marvel at him with his sweat-matted hair, throbbing Adam’s apple, and fluttering eyelids. He wipes my back with his/my jersey and pulls me into his lap.

“The way you moan my name, I’ll never be able to forget you,” he sighs, nibbling on my neck.

“How romantic,” I tease. But really, I’d be content calling out only his name for the rest of my life. Kai fucking Havertz.

“C’mon, baby, let’s get you cleaned up,” he says, rising to his feet cheerfully. His fingers lace in mine as he starts for the shower stalls. My heart thumps wildly in my chest as my feet pad excitedly across the tile floor alongside him. Another great quality about Kai: his stamina is unmatched, on and off the football field.

*a/n: if you do by chance read this, I’d love to know what you think of it!

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helloalycia · 3 years

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girl next door [three] // wanda maximoff

summary: the time has come where you realise your boyfriend just isn’t worth it, and your neighbour may or may not be an Avenger

warning/s: none i don’t think??

author’s note: part 3 is here! I kinda got carried away and wrote two more parts so my bad, but i hope you like it!

I couldn't be bothered with today. I just wasn't in the mood to go to work, so of course, I procrastinated as much as I could in the morning until it was finally time for me to get out of bed without being late.

Teddy had fallen asleep here last night after we watched a film, but he left earlier for work, so it was just me. I knew I had to break it off with him, it was time. But I didn't know how to tell him without hurting him. So, I was cowardly in that sense, which was only worse because I was leading him on. I'll find a way to say something soon, I promised myself as I took my clothes off and wrapped a towel around myself.

When I headed to the bathroom, I immediately slipped on the wet floor that only one person could have left behind. But, unlike the many times I had done so, I wasn't able to catch myself and instead fell on my leg, hearing a deadly crack noise, forcing a scream from my lips.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck," I got out through gritted teeth, tears slipping from my eyes. The pain was unbearable and as I looked to my leg, I knew something was wrong because it instantly began to swell up and change colour.

Taking deep breaths to get through the pain, I tried not to imagine the several ways I was going to skin Teddy alive. He was so ignorant! How many times did I have to explain to him how dangerous it was to leave the floor wet?!

"It's okay, Y/N, you're okay," I told myself, before stretching and grabbing my phone from the side.

A striking pain shot up my leg and I suddenly felt nauseous, unable to deal with it. Swallowing hard, I called Teddy to give him a piece of my mind but also ask for his help since I couldn't move. Unfortunately for me, it went to fucking voicemail making me scream with frustration. I clenched my jaw as I tried to stand up myself, but more tears rolled down my cheeks as I accepted I was stuck.

The next person who came to mind was Wanda. If I was lucky and she wasn't at work, she'd be able to help me up and get me to a hospital.

I called her next and thankfully, unlike the arsehole that was my soon-to-be-ex-boyfriend, she answered.

"Hey, Y/N!"

I breathed out as calmly as I could. "Hi, Wanda. I, er, I need your help."

"Everything okay?" she asked with concern.

I nodded, though I felt really sick as I tried to avoid looking at my leg. "Yeah, well– no. This is really embarrassing, but I slipped on the bathroom floor and I think my leg is broken. Please can you come 'round and help me up?"

"Shit, Y/N, of course!" she exclaimed.

"Thanks," I got out breathily. "Spare key is taped under the plant pot outside my door."

"Just hold on," she insisted, before hanging up.

I dropped my phone to the side and glanced down at myself, definitely embarrassed that I was sat here in my underwear and bra, but also glad that I wasn't completely naked.

As promised, Wanda came as soon as possible and I heard her approaching the bathroom before she squeaked and covered her eyes.

"S-sorry!" she said, flustered. "I didn't mean to look. I just–"

"Wanda, you need to see if you're to help me up," I said as nicely as I could without snapping from the pent up anger reserved for Teddy.

She removed her hand, though her eyes wouldn't meet mine. "Right, yeah, duh. Okay, er..."

Successfully, she managed to lift me up and let me use her for support as we limped to my bed and I took a seat.

"Can you pass me my–"

"Clothes, right," she caught on, still not meeting my eyes, before moving around the room to grab a shirt and shorts.

I put my shirt on with ease, but she had to help me with my shorts as I tried my very hardest not to cry from the pain. My leg, or rather my knee, was turning a yellow-purple colour pretty quickly, making me flinch.

"How did this happen?" she asked with worry, gaze falling to my leg.

I clenched my jaw. "My stupid fucking boyfriend. I've told him so many fucking times to mop the damn floor! And he always says okay, but he never does! Oh, boy, when I get my hands on him, he's gonna wish he'd never been born!"

"Y/N–"

"And can you believe he has the audacity to have his damn phone switched off?! I could be dying and he wouldn't even know! That selfish, ignorant son of a–"

"Y/N!" she called, snapping me out of my rant. "Hospital."

"Right, hospital," I agreed. "No ambulances because they're way too expensive. Maybe you can get me down to a taxi and I'll take it from there?"

She raised her eyebrows with disbelief. "You're kidding, right?"

I mirrored her expression. "Er, no? Ambulances are like $700, and even with my insurance that's like $400. Taxis are, what, twenty bucks?"

She wasn't convinced as she crossed her arms and stared at me with uncertainty. I sighed and tried to stand up, but I pulled a face at the pain. She was quick to help me stand, giving me support on my right side.

"This is gonna take a while," I mumbled, biting back annoyance.

"Don't hate me," she said suddenly.

I looked to her, furrowing my brows. "What are you talking about?"

She avoided my gaze and instead swept me off my feet quite literally, taking me by surprise. I wrapped my arms around her neck on instinct, eyes widening as she held me close, bridal-style.

"Wanda, you can't just carry me like this," I said, though I was surprised at how strong she was.

She ignored me and walked out the bedroom before stopping at the fire escape. I gripped her tightly, wondering what the heck was going on. There was a hint of red in her eyes, startling me, before I noticed the two of us rising into the air. Levitation, to be exact.

"Woah!" I shouted, holding her as tightly as I could. "What the hell?! How–?! What–?!"

As she flew us away from our building, there was a red hue floating all around us, like an energy I'd never seen before. Except it seemed familiar... and that's when I put it together.

"You're that Avenger!" I blurted out. "The witch, the one with all the magical powers! You're– you're– Oh my God."

She frowned, eyes darting to mine apologetically. "I know. I'm sorry I didn't tell you."

I swallowed hard, fearfully glancing over her shoulder at the clouds interwoven with the tall buildings of New York. Never in a million years did I think I'd be flying amongst them, with an Avenger nonetheless. She'd fought at the battle of New York, I remembered seeing her on the TV. She was dubbed an official Avenger not long after, but then coverage of her went quiet... because she'd moved away. It made so much sense now!

"I knew I recognised you," I said with disbelief, studying her face closely as I now knew who she was.

Her eyes still had a red hue surrounding her irises, matching the energy surrounding us as she flew us to, presumably, the hospital.

"I didn't intend to hide it," she explained guiltily. "I thought you'd figure it out. But then you didn't and it... it just never felt right to bring it up."

I thought back to the random hours she worked, the spontaneity of being called in for her shifts, her whole backstory for crying out loud... how stupid could I be?

"This... this is a conversation we should have," I said, nodding slowly, "but maybe not right now."

"Right, yeah." She nodded in agreement, jaw tensed as she stared ahead. "Just hang on."

–

After getting an x-ray at the hospital, the doctor told me I'd need to go into surgery so they could realign my knee – it wasn't anything concerning, but I wasn't exactly over the moon about it.

I returned to the hospital room to find Wanda had been waiting for me. I'd say I was surprised, but I was more grateful that she stayed. We hadn't had a moment to speak about her whole Avenger situation, and she was oddly quiet about the whole thing, so I decided to ease it into conversation whilst waiting for the doctors to return to prep me for surgery.

"You know, you didn't have to stay," I said to her, watching as she distracted herself with the stuff on the bedside table. "It's only a broken leg."

She stopped whatever she was doing and gave me a knowing look. "It's not only a broken leg. And I just thought you might like the company. Who else is going to make sure you're okay?"

I offered her a small smile. "Thank you. But the surgery is gonna take a while. I'll head home after and catch up with you then."

She seemed against the idea, but said nothing, before resuming whatever she was messing around with. The tissue box, I think.

"So... magic, huh?"

She swallowed visibly. "It's, er, not magic... at least, not exactly."

I hummed in acknowledgement, still adjusting to the fact that she had actual powers. It was amazing and unusual all at once.

"It's okay that you didn't tell me you know," I said gently, making her glance at me. "You apologised earlier. Back when we were–" I breathed out, still in mild disbelief, "–well, flying. You didn't need to. You don't have to be sorry about anything, Wanda."

She frowned. "But I lied to you."

Her Sokovian accent was more noticeable when she was upset, I noted. I wondered if she realised.

"You didn't lie, per say... more like bent the truth," I tried to make her feel better, stifling a laugh. "Either way, it's alright. Well, for me anyway. I don't know if you wanted to tell me or–"

"I did," she cut in with nod, eyes focused on me. "I wanted to."

I hoped she couldn't hear the way my heart rate picked up a little. "Okay, then I don't see a problem. You're still the same Wanda, just with a little something extra, right?"

Her shoulders relaxed and a small smile tugged at her lips. "Right."

I mirrored her expression, holding her gaze for a moment longer than necessary, before tearing away when I heard the doctor enter the room. After prepping me for surgery, I headed off into the operating room and made sure Wanda knew she didn't have to be there when I came back.

They put me under, so I wasn't awake until several hours later when I woke up to horribly bright, fluorescent hospital lighting and the accompanying nasty disinfectant smell filling the room. The first thing I noticed was the giant cast on my leg, followed by the sleeping brunette in the corner of the room that was Wanda. I would have questioned why she was there as my first thought, but I couldn't help but take notice of the lovely room I was in – for starters, it wasn't shared with other patients like I expected.

"Wanda," I called, my voice rough-sounding, but she didn't stir in the slightest.

I chewed on my lip as I found the remote that controlled my bed, using it so I could sit up. I was able to grab the water on my bedside table and take a few sips before calling for her again, sounding a lot better. To my relief, she began to wake up, eyes blinking open and looking around with confusion before realisation crossed her face and she settled on me.

"You're up!" she exclaimed, before a yawn escaped her lips.

"And you're here," I returned, hinting my confusion.

"I told you I was staying," she reminded me, before standing up and approaching my bedside. "Had to make sure you were okay. And obviously to help you home. By taxi, not flying, don't worry."

I smiled at her caring nature, expression softening at how cute she was.

"Also, before you ask," she added, "your hospital bills are taken care of. Hence the room."

I lost my smile, eyebrows raising. "Come again?"

She sat at the edge of my bed, getting comfortable as she looked out the window opposite us. "I didn't want you worrying about it, especially when none of this was your fault, so I called in a favour at the Avenger's compound. Tony owed me."

I almost forgot how to breathe as my eyes widened. "Tony Stark? The Tony Stark? He's paying for my hospital bills?"

She looked to me, a hint of panic in her eyes. "I hope that's okay. I mean, I knew you would say no, but I feel like I should've done something. You've done so much for me and it was only fair."

"I can't believe..." I trailed off, losing track of what I was going to say, still shocked. It made sense with her being an Avenger, but it was still hard to believe.

"You still with me?" she joked, her hand resting on mine.

I cleared my throat, ignoring the warmth from her skin touching mine. "Yeah, sorry. I just– wow. Still digesting is all."

"Don't worry too much about it," she said gently.

I nodded weakly, swallowing hard and avoiding her gaze.

"I should go get the doctor and let her know you're awake," she said, letting go of my hand. "You okay on your own for a minute?"

"Yeah, of course. Thanks."

After a chat with the doctor and an explanation of how everything would play out from here, I was getting ready to leave for home. I got changed out of the annoying hospital gown in the bathroom attached to my hospital room (another perk of Tony Stark paying for my bills – no shared toilet) and was in the middle of adjusting to my crutches in my room when there was a knock on the door.

Wanda and I paused as we looked up, and I was about to say for whoever it was to come in, but the person came in quickly and without waiting. To my bitterness, it was Teddy of all people.

"Oh my god, Y/N, there you are!" he exclaimed upon seeing me. "I got your message, both of them. I was so worried!"

In addition to the message I'd left him when breaking my leg, I also left him another before the surgery to see if he actually cared enough to check in. Clearly not.

I gripped my crutches to get out my frustration. "It took you long enough. I went into surgery five hours ago."

He scratched his head awkwardly. "I was at work."

I rolled my eyes, promising myself I wouldn't snap, but the annoyance of everything happening was building up and I couldn't help but blurt out, "I told you to mop up when you freakin' showered, Teddy!"

"I did!"

"No, you didn't!" I shouted, raising my voice. "If you did, I wouldn't be in this fucking cast!"'

He winced. "Are you, er, sure that it was the water that you slipped on?"

I clenched my jaw, knuckles turning white from how hard I was gripping my crutches. I didn't care that I was temporarily crippled, all I could see was red.

"Am I sure?" I repeated his question, tone laced with anger. "Am I sure?!"

I attempted to lunge forward, but Wanda seemed to know what I was thinking before I did it, holding me back suddenly.

"Y/N, just leave it," she mumbled, eyes meeting mine.

Something about the way she looked at me made my anger temporarily melt away, and I almost forgot why I was mad, until...

"Who are you?" Teddy asked with confusion.

Wanda and I looked to him, figuring he was just being his usual rude self, but he genuinely had no idea who she was as he studied her curiously.

She blinked with disbelief. "Wanda....?"

He waved his hand, motioning for her to say more.

Wanda raised a brow with offence. "Y/N's neighbour...?"

He pursed his lips, eyes squinted with thought.

Wanda almost scoffed. "Really? You got nothing?"

He chewed on his lip, genuinely stumped, and I couldn't help but groan with frustration, earning his attention.

"Of course you don't know who she is!" I glared at him. "You don't listen to a word I say! Not about this, not about mopping the floor–!"

"Y/N, just calm down!" he cut me off, only adding fuel to the fire.

"No," I said sternly, before nodding to the door behind him. "You can leave. You have no need to be here since we're not together anymore."

He raised his eyebrows with shock. "Seriously? You're breaking up with me? For what?"

I breathed out through my nose, genuinely stunned at how I managed to stay with him this long without either losing my mind or killing him. I could swear he wasn't this stupid when I met him.

His eyes fell to Wanda with distaste. "Is it because of her?"

"Did you actually manage to get stupider since this morning?" I asked, though I already knew the answer.

"Because I totally accepted when you said you were bisexual," he continued, "but I didn't think you'd actually leave me for a woman."

I pressed my lips together, looking to my shoes as I tried to talk myself out of not killing him there and then. The fact that he was blaming the breakup on anyone but himself was disappointing but not surprising.

"Can you leave now?" I finally spoke, looking up to him with expressionless eyes.

His smile of disbelief turned into a scoff as he headed for the door. "Whatever. Your roast lamb is shit anyway."

I scrunched my face together with annoyance, unable to stop myself from yelling, "No it isn't!" as he walked out the door.

Unexpectedly, I saw the familiar red wisps of energy by the door before it suddenly slammed shut, smacking Teddy in the butt and propelling him forward with a start. He turned around to look through the glass, expecting to blame someone, but Wanda and I were nowhere near the door, so he glared our way before storming off.

"Sorry," Wanda said, referring to the door, lowering her hand and red eyes returning to normal. "He's just a real dickhead."

I tried not to laugh as I nodded in agreement, already feeling better. "You're not wrong there..." I sighed, losing my smile as I gave her an apologetic glance. "I'm sorry for everything he said. Again."

Wanda rolled her eyes dismissively, shrugging her shoulders. "You should really stop apologising on his behalf. Especially since he's not your boyfriend anymore."

I relaxed my shoulders, leaning against the bed and looking to the floor. "Yeah, you're right... I just can't believe I put up with him this long."

Wanda didn't respond, but I heard her make a weird noise before she fake-coughed terribly, making me look up. Trying ever-so-hard to suppress a smile, she shook her head apologetically when she realised I noticed.

"Sorry, I– it's not funny," she attempted.

I smiled with amusement. "What?"

She licked her lips, before giving into her smile. "I just– I can't believe it either sometimes."

I breathed out with defeat, my smile turning into laughter alongside her. Eventually, she continued to help me with my crutches before I got the hang of it and the two of us began to leave the hospital. On the way out though, a random thought dawned on me and I stopped walking suddenly.

"What is it?" she asked worriedly.

I looked to her with curiosity. "That guy who stopped by your place a while ago. Your friend. Are you telling me that was–"

"Captain America?" she filled in with an amused smile. "Yeah."

"Woah." I was amazed, eyebrows raised as I let that sink in. I spoke to the Captain America and even implied he was a stalker. Woah.

"Come on, idiot," she laughed before leading me out the hospital, finally.

–

Breaking up with Teddy was long overdue, and whereas I thought I would feel bad for doing so, it was quite the opposite. I felt better, freer, unrestrained by the stupidity that was my ex. It was a few days after leaving the hospital when I found myself sitting on the couch with Wanda. She'd been helping me during my recovery, even though I insisted I was fine alone. She, of course, didn't listen though, and I was secretly glad because it meant I could spend more time with her.

"What about that fork? Can you move that?"

Wanda gave me a knowing look from the other end of the couch, amusement knitted in her smile. "Yes, Y/N."

To prove her point, her eyes glowed red and she flicked her hand, raising the fork on the dining table up in the air before setting it down.

I was amazed. "What about that cushion?"

She stifled a laugh before levitating the cushion between us and setting it down.

"And that book?"

"I have other powers, too, y'know," she pointed out, but levitated the book nonetheless.

I grinned. "Yeah, like flying."

She nodded in agreement. "Yeah, like that..."

And this.

"Woah!" I said with a start, eyebrows raised with surprise. "Did you just– what?!"

She laughed, the sound sending a swirl of butterflies in my stomach. Her eyes sparkled as she met my gaze, amused by my amazement.

"You can speak in my mind?" I asked in bewilderment.

"I can read minds, too," she continued.

"Wow." I breathed out, still not used to her having powers. Suddenly a thought came to mind and I glanced at her. "Have you, er, read my mind?"

"Never," she assured me, before adding with a head tilt, "at least not on purpose. Sometimes, if somebody's thoughts are too loud, I can't help but hear it."

I felt my face heating up as I avoided her eyes. "But my thoughts are quiet... right?"

Every potentially-embarrassing thought I'd ever had, including those I'd had of Wanda, came to mind and I suddenly grew nervous to her answer.

"Er, well, I mean..."

I looked to her when I heard her forming an answer, but the look on her face told me she had heard my thoughts at times and I ran a hand down my face with embarrassment.

"I promise it's never anything embarrassing or anything," she tried to make me feel better.

I groaned quietly, pinching the bridge of my nose.

"Hey, I promise," she said with reassurance, before I felt her rest a hand on mine and squeeze it gently.

"What was the last thing you heard?" I asked, trying to veil my curiosity with a shrug.

I felt her gaze on me and looked her way to see green eyes sparkling with amusement. "Mostly you cursing at your ex."

Cracking a smile, I nodded. "Okay, maybe that's fine then..."

Her laughter surrounded us again and she let go of my hand before pulling her legs up on the couch to get comfortable and face me. She watched me with an endearing smile, making me unusually nervous.

"So, what other things can you do with your powers?" I asked, partially curious and partially trying to distract from my nerves.

She studied her right hand, red energy wisps at the tip of her fingers. "I can... I can throw energy balls," she remembered, looking to me before smiling, "but I won't demonstrate that since I'm sure you love your curtains."

"That I do," I said in agreement, leaning on the back cushion with my elbow as I faced her better.

"I can also manipulate thoughts, but once again, I'm sure you won't want a demonstration." She chuckled as she saw my change of expression.

"Yeah, no thank you," I said jokingly.

She pressed her lips together, thinking of what else she could do, but her smile faded into a thin line as a dark thought seemed to cross her mind.

"My brother had powers, too," she said quietly. "Super speed."

Since finding out who she was, I tried to piece together Wanda's background without bringing it up to her for fear it would upset her. It made a lot more sense why she'd moved next door now that I knew who she was, but she hadn't once brought up her family again until, well, until now.

"Pietro," I said, hoping I'd got his name correct. "Right?"

She nodded, lowering her hand and looking to me. "Yeah, that's him... he also had powers. It was actually what got him killed." She barely flinched as she spoke. "He saved someone's life in the battle against Ultron."

I sensed her sadness when her gaze softened as she finished speaking, and my heart ached now that I knew the truth.

"You don't have to tell me, Wanda," I said gently, hoping she didn't feel obligated to.

"No, no...," she shook her head, "it's nice to finally be able to tell you the truth. The whole truth. Not some rendition of it."

I nodded, relaxing under her stare. I was glad, too, to know she trusted me with such sensitive information about her life. It made me feel important, kind of like confirmation that I meant as much to her as she did to me.

"Do you think you're gonna go back to the Avengers tower anytime soon?" I asked. "I know you mentioned living here was temporary, so..."

It was selfish of me to think, but I hoped the answer was no. She hadn't said, but I gathered she hadn't been fulfilling her role as an Avenger as much as she should have been, as she was still on a break from there since grieving for her brother. But she seemed better than she did when she first got here, and if that meant she was going to go back there... I hoped it didn't, selfishly enough. I know the world needed another hero, but, I mean, did they?

"Trying to get rid of me already?" she teased, quirking a brow, making me smile with embarrassment. She noticed and added, "I'm kidding, Y/N. But to answer your question, no, not yet. Maybe not ever. I thought I would be here to get away from them whilst I grieved, but I've come to like it here. It's become my new home. I can still help them and not stay there."

I tried to resist the urge to smile like a weirdo. "Oh, cool. Yeah, I get you."

Calm on the outside, but over the moon on the inside.

"Though I may have to reconsider if my neighbour keeps using me like a carnival attraction," she added playfully.

I laughed, putting my hair behind my ear as I shrugged. "I'm sorry, I can't help it. It's just so cool that you have powers!" She laughed quietly, making my smile widen. I continued without thinking, "Plus, your eyes go this pretty red colour whenever you use them and I just think that's pretty neat."

She rolled her eyes playfully, but I was surprised to see her cheeks turn the colour of said powers. God, she was stunning. I was sure I'd always known that, but maybe I'd never acknowledged the thought. Now though... she was adorable when she bit back a smile and her hazel eyes sparkled with distraction.

Suddenly remembering the beautiful girl before me had the ability to read minds, I cleared my throat and tried to debate whether or not that would be classed as a 'loud' thought. I'd liked to think it wasn't, but now I wasn't so sure... what if this was a loud thought? And she could actually hear everything I was saying about her in my head? Oh, no... I was definitely overthinking this. It was nothing to worry about.

"You okay over there? I can practically read your mind."

I looked up and saw she was teasing again, though now that I knew she had powers, those words carried a double meaning.

"Yeah, yeah, sure you can," I played along dismissively. "Nice try, Wanda."

She shrugged, laughter slipping from her lips. "Okay, whatever you say."

Nah, she was definitely playing me... right?

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Dropped Façades-

Rating:❌ 18+, Explicit ❌

Pairing: Levi Ackerman x shy! female reader

Word count: 2K

Warnings: Masturbation, fingering, vaginal sex (on the rougher side)

A/n: This is a happy!AU where everything is good and nobody dies OKAY?!ಥ_ಥ

Shining bands of morning light filled your vision making you squint from its brilliance but the sunny whether didn’t do much to deter the hazy clouds looming over your sunken heart.

“ I’m heading off then”, the apathetic tone of your boyfriend’s voice matched his equally deadpan look as he called out to you from the front door.

Another night of Levi staying over at your place came to a monotonous end. Ever since the beginning of your relationship, your nights have been a predictable cycle of him cooking for you, a few kisses exchanged before bed, that too if he’s feeling generous and then going your separate ways the next day.

Your shyness combined with the intimidating aura of the drill sergeant you were dating held you back everytime the sun went down and the ache in your core begged for attention.

Being an astonishingly disbalanced mix of prim and proper and foul mouthed, Levi didn’t left much to the imagination when it came to his likes and dislikes so you often ended up being what you figured he needed the most.

Be it keeping up with his mandatory cleaning or intervening everytime you know he’s on the cusp of whiplashing his subordinates, you were what placated him and brought serenity in his life.

You thought being in love with him and have it reciprocated would make the entire process as natural as breathing but the longer it went on the more harder it became to get out of your shell. Maybe it’s not the most idealistic phase of your relationship, self sacrifice was afterall, just a pretty word.

And the primary cause of your concern was completely at odds with the noble emotions of the duty you took upon as Levi’s girlfriend.

Lackluster was what the current state of your sex life could’ve been described as if it existed in the fist place. For the first three weeks of your budding relationship, not only work but your internal conflict was getting in the way of your understandable desires. And the fact that even he didn’t tried to make a move on you got you wondering if he was even interested in sex or in you physically.

Pushing the thoughts of potential sexy times with Levi away you walk over to the front door to send him off him, every second of the ten step way filled with the silence of unspoken words.

Even after he left, your stared at the empty place getting more and more annoyed by your own incompetence to speak out. Wanting to distract yourself from your current trail of thoughts you started to think of stuff to do until your laundry basket caught your eye.

There among your clothes laid your boyfriend’s shirt that he wore last light and despite your attempts at talking yourself out of the upcoming urge to play with your untouched pussy you find yourself grabbing the article out of the basket and onto your bed.

Spreading the shirt over your pillow, you take in Levi’s lingering scent. It was an embarrassing sight of considered from a second person’s point of view, creepy even. But right now this was all you had to calm your sexually frustrated self. Lying sideways on the bed you shoved your pants and underwear down your legs to get better access to your core.

As you caressed your clit you thought about how his own fingers would feel, the calloused and roughened tips of his fingers that held more strength than one cannot even imagine, just the thought of those digits entering you and stretching you out fuelled your arousal.

You were sure he could make you cum with his hands in less than half the time it takes you but gosh did you wanted his cock. You wanted to see it, touch it, suck it and choke in it if possible, how it would feel stretching your cunt and hitting that g-spot which made you shiver and scream for more. Thoughts of your pussy being filled to the brim with his girth overtook all five of your senses.

Letting your imagination run rampant your trembling body was practically making the bed creak, not even sensing Levi’s presence even when he was standing next to the bedroom door, arms crossed with a look of utter disdain.

“Have you been spending the past three weeks getting off of your hand?”, his annoyed voice overtaking your soft mewls pulled you back from the edge. Recovering from the initial shock, your naked body splayed out on the bed clammed up under his sharp eyes, thinking it’d be best to not hide your visibly throbbing pussy so you waited for him to continue, face and neck growing hotter by the second in shame and guilt.

“ I forgot my shirt so I had to come back, but”, eyeing up the spit covered clothing he strutted towards you, “ it seems you’ve already taking a liking to it”.

Now taking a spot right next you, his one arm reached out, taking your chin in between his hand, he gave it a hard tug, to make you face him from an angle that made his callous eyes seem downright frightening.

“Look at that mess. Who do you think is going clean it up? ”, Levi’s voice was almost a hiss, an icy thread crackling along the cold air of your bedroom.

Drooling all over his shirt, you haphazardly started fixing your clothes you pushed yourself in a sitting position.

“I’m- I’m sorry! I’ll clean that up!”, You squeak, searching for some tissues or towel to wipe the fabric and making it a point to avoid eye contact. Watching you panic like he just caught you committing a crime, he heaved a sigh, half exasperated and half amused by your shyness.

His face didn’t give away his thoughts but surprisingly, his words did.

“I wanted you to feel comfortable enough to bring it up”, eyeing at the slick that covered your inner thighs he dropped his gaze to the ground before starting back up, “ but I guess I am partly at fault too for not taking any initiative either”.

“well?, it’s your turn to tell me what you want”, The stiff tone of his voice was offset by the gentle look of his eyes.

All his straightforwardness came to a halt when he saw you sitting there shell shocked. Your dazed look, induced by his unexpected words, became still for a while. Not wanting to be the only one who kept their cards closed you forced yourself to speak.

“ Then, I want you to stay here……. And”, trailing off you meekly take a hold of his crisp dress shirt, still unable to look at him directly and hoping he’ll get the gist.

The next couple of seconds went by in a flash when your top came off and got thrown to the floor, with him pinning you down, Levi takes off the rest of your cloths and his effortlessly.

With only his boxers on he sat next to you, taking one of your thigh in his firm grip, he spread your legs open. Sharp gaze falling on your already moistened core he wordlessly slipped two of his thick digits inside, making you jolt at the contact.

“Move”, his command seemed both out of place and erotic at the same time, making you struggle a little before finding the right pace.

Back unintentionally arching against the bed you lift your hips, bucking against his hand while he leaned down to bit your nipple, coaxing a cry of pleasure out of you. Your entire body trembled with the sheer amount of effort it took for you to move.

“I saw you move your hips better than this when you were fucking yourself y/n. Faster”, his every word sent pleasant shivers up your spine, making you wonder if you always had such an authority kink. Or if you were just naturally submissive in front of your deliciously dominant boyfriend.

You rolled your hips faster, gyrating them deeper into his fingers, only for them to be abruptly pulled out, making you feel empty. But in your daze you noted Levi's own impatience when he got off the bed to reach for his pants.

The thumping of your heartbeat filled your ears as you watched him take out a condom from his pant pocket. Revelling in the fact that he too wanted this to happen sooner or later.

Rolling down the latex over his shaft, Levi didn’t wasted a single moment before sliding himself into your sopping wet hole. His length stretched you enough to make you cum on the spot but you wanted him to take you higher so you waited for him to move. Settings his own pace he started plunging in and out of you ruthlessly, filling your senses with both pain and pleasure.

“You- You’re being …Too rough!”, Voice cracking by the force of his thrusts your entire body shifted higher up the bed and for a split second you worried about the state of your bed.

“Well we did decided to be more honest with each other”, with his voice as steady as his hard thrusts, Levi rammed his cock into with an unforgiving pace right off the bat “ and this is my way of doing this”.

It didn’t take him long to hit your sweet spot, your high pitched yelps just confirming his perfect angle and he snapped his hips again and again to reach the depths of your cunt.

The constant pounding of his cock was bringing you closer to your release, the toe curling pleasure just within your reach made you impatient so you bucked your hips to match his movements.

Levi’s pulsating member inside you soon gave you the final push you needed to experience the mind numbing euphoria you wanted for so long and with a few more rolls of his hips you felt him follow right after, with some low grunts of his own.

His muscular body falling on top of your, he breathed in your raw scent, tucking his face in the crook of your sweaty neck and for the first time ever you saw the sight of a disheveled and messy Levi Ackerman.

It was undeniably sexy, the way his bangs stuck to his forehead, body gleaming with a sheen layer of clean sweat. The pleasant fatigue you were experiencing took you in a dreamlike state from which you didn’t wanted to wake up from until,

“Get your ass off of the damn bed and go shower”, abruptly rolling you off of you, Levi’s words are almost like a warning.

“I’ll clean up in here”.

“Wait- what happened to my sweet and gentle aftercare?!”, Feeling a bit dejected you whined as you watched him put on his boxers, the seriousness of his face told you it’s better to just get off the bed without any questions. Your desire to bask in the afterglow of your hot sex coming to a premature end was expected. Yet you couldn’t accept it so this time you let your hesitation go, not wanting to repeat the same cycle of frustration you had experienced a while back.

“Then……..Can I expect some action in the bathroom too?”, biting your lips to hold back your smirk you turn to look at Levi for a response to your obvious attempt to elongated your intimate time together. “what?! Can’t blame me for asking you to make up for the past dry three weeks!”.

“If you behave like a good girl then I’ll give you something in the bathroom too”, not even glancing in your direction, he spoke nonchalantly, making quick work of the dirty sheets.

“ like what, a bath?”, Sceptically eyeing his face you silently hoped you had a longer night ahead.

“You were not the only one who was waiting for this you know”, his uncharacteristically soft voice made you do a double take.

Levi was smiling. But for all his delicate features, his smile was like a knife.

And this was all the confirmation you needed to know he’s gonna wreck you good and long.

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