#their neutral frenemy moments

[beikerfaker]

hello soft beichiya hello frenemy boyfriends hello hi

[qcomicsy]

Despite everything on the cannon

I hope there's times Wade calls Weasel alone at night.

And I hope there's times Weasel pick up.

[midmourn]

like the movies

♡ nct dream ﹒ gender neutral!reader genre fluff, slice of life, angst, suggestive warnings language, suggestive on jeno’s, brief death joke on haechan’s note if yall have any requests let me know 🫶 here’s the tropes if you can’t tell: mark: best friends to lovers. renjun: enemies to lovers. jeno: fwb. haechan: fake dating. jaemin: second chance. chenle: arranged marriage. jisung: brother’s best friend. i cant remember who inspired this but i do know it was for enhypen lol ( masterlist )

resting on his elbow on your bed, mark’s mouth is agape as he stares at you, blinking furiously. was he dreaming? you, who stood in front of the floor length mirror, smooth down your clothes for non-existent dust and smile to yourself, “okay, how about this outfit?” you wait a few seconds before frowning, “mark? hello— mark?” you wave a hand in front of him and he jolts, “wha—? oh, um, yeah, it’s great. you look really good— … dude.” he winces inwardly at the name, but you don’t bat an eye at it and frown at his seemingly insincere words. “you’re right, it’s bad. i’m going to change.” mark catches your hand with a laugh, “dude, no! seriously, you look really— …” he trails off, looking hesitant to say the next word, even though he’s said it so many times before so easily. what was different now? “— pretty. gorgeous,” he says it without even thinking, realizing it the moment you smile bashfully, ducking your head to your chest to try and hide it but failing miserably. he studies your face for a second, eyes flickering from your eyes to your lips. and— oh. he wants to kiss you so bad. you, his best friend. oh. oh shit.

renjun doesn’t know when the lines blurred from enemies to frenemies to … lovers? crushes? all he knows is that the burning rage that used to fill him every time your mouth opened was now replaced with warmth spreading over his chest and the urge to kick his feet while giggling. words neither of you would dare to speak around your mothers, intended to hurt, were replaced with teasing, playful words with no hint of malice. your head turns swiftly, knocking him out of his daydream as you raise an eyebrow at him, “take a picture, maybe it’ll last longer.” cheeks flushing a subtle red, his eyes narrow at you, “you might break my camera.” but his pinky creeping towards yours and lips curling up at the ends says how he really thinks. you smile, flipping your hand over and making the first move to intertwine your fingers. his heart stuttered in his chest, “i— you—” you laugh, squeezing his hand once before going back to your textbook. and, yeah, he was certain he’s never felt this before.

“if you squeeze any harder, i think you’ll break the glass,” mark attempts at a joke to diffuse the tension radiating off jeno. jeno’s lips barely twitched up as he glanced down at the glass in his hand before setting it to the side, done drinking for the night. he didn’t feel like it anymore when he saw how closely some guy holds you to his side, hand on your waist. he didn’t like the funny feeling it gave him and he could only imagine how it’d feel when alcohol was added into the equation. “jeno, dude, when are you gonna make a move? you guys have been—” he glances around, checking for eavesdroppers even though the music was far too loud for anyone to hear, “—messing around for months, basically a couple without the label. and you know there’s more people interested in y/n than just him.” the two look back to the opposite side of the room where the guy was whispering something in your ear, a smirk on his face. “you need to tell them you want something more than just fuck buddies. or else you’ll lose them forever.”

“you— WHAT?” haechan winces as your voice grows louder in his ear, casting a quick look around to see if anyone could hear you through the phone. “hyuck! what the fuck?” “don’t act like it wouldn’t be a privilege to date me,” haechan scoffs playfully, hiding his nervousness behind humor; as he always did with his emotions. “i’d rather die.” “okay, well, please! my mom’s already told everyone in my family that i’m bringing someone, including my sisters!” the mention of his sisters have you going quiet, and he hopes you’re thinking about it on the other end. “god, haechan— i—” you sigh in frustration, “how was my name the first name to pop up in that tiny brain of yours?” he ignores the jab, thinking back to that moment. truthfully, he already knew why you were the first name to pop up in his head when his mom mentioned bringing a date to his family reunion. but you didn’t need to know that. not right now, at least. “you weren’t, you were actually my last choice but all my other choices would’ve said no,” he teases, hearing you scoff in disbelief and he grins. “whatever. you’re lucky i love your sisters and hate letting them down.” “and me?” he raises an eyebrow, maybe a hint of hope in his voice. “you wish.” he does.

jaemin swears he’s dreaming when he looks up and sees you. never in a million years did he think you would come back home. not when you tried so hard to leave, anyway. you’re across the aisle, switching your gaze between two spices in your hands when you feel the back of your neck prickling. your head lifts, making eye contact with jaemin immediately. your breath catches, the world freezing around you as the two of you stared at one another. jaemin had only seen glimpses of you through social media the last four years, living your life in some prestigious university with your dream job and dream life in america. he watched your life through pictures like he used to watch you sleep. you break first, raising a hand to wave shyly at him, attempting a weak smile as you didn’t know how he’d react. jaemin abandoned his cart, walking closer to you as you set the spices into your cart. “hi,” you breathe out once he stands in front of you. for years, it seemed like you could never catch your breath, always missing just one thing. and now, it seemed like a breath of fresh air, standing in front of him. his lips turned up into a soft smile, eyes shining as he said softly, “hi.”

the hotel room is silent as chenle unlocks the door with the cardkey, letting you in first and doing a quick check of his surroundings before following in. he listens to the click of the lock, eyes following your movements as you grab a change of clothes and your skincare items from your suitcase. he loosens the tie around his neck, kicking his dress shoes off and turning his back towards you. he doesn’t intend on saying anything, knowing that this situation is definitely not your favorite thing in the world. while he wished it was on his own terms, he liked that it was you. it was only ever you for him. you just didn’t know that. “chenle?” he hums in reply, shrugging off his suit jacket and throwing it on the loveseat. “you don’t … hate me, do you?” his head snaps up, brows furrowing, “what?” the word comes out incredulous and you bite your lip, embarrassment sinking in as your cheeks begin to feel warm. “i … i know this isn’t ideal, but for me, i know it’s not the worst thing in the world.” he blinks at you. you smile slightly at his dumbfounded expression, “i was angry at first, and i was so … betrayed. but, i’m glad it’s you.” you don’t expect a response, heading into the bathroom quietly. he smiles to himself once he fully registers what you just said. i’m glad it’s you. he was, too.

from your spot on the armchair, you watch as jisung rises from his seat on the couch, next to your brother. “i’m getting a drink, anyone want anything?” the rest of your friends and your brother’s friends chime in with their answers, and you wait a second for anyone to get up and follow after him. but no one does. you smile to yourself before standing, “i’m going to help him, since you assholes won’t.” your brother waves you off, too far into the video game to give a better reply. you sneak up behind jisung, sliding your cold hands up under his t-shirt and he jumps, neck twisting to look at you. “ah!” he says a little too loudly, and you shush him. you stay silent before you hear shouts of excitement and disappointment from the living room, turning back to him. “what if—” he starts to say. “as far as they know, i’m helping you with the drinks and snacks,” you poke him in his ribs and he jumps, making you snicker. you stare into each other’s eyes for a few seconds, enjoying the small moment you’ve rarely got since you all came home from college for the summer. at the thought, your face falls and jisung frowns, brushing a stray hair away from your eyes, “what’s wrong?” you shake your head, not wanting to ruin the moment but he insists. “i … i really want to tell him, ji.” you frown, watching his face carefully. “the longer we keep this a secret, the more he’ll be mad. i think we should just rip the bandaid off.” at his hesitation, you sigh and step away from him, making him take a step forward to close the distance again. “jisung, if we’re really serious about this, we have to tell him at some time.” you hesitate, “… are you serious about me?” his eyes widen, “what? yeah, i am. i’ve been serious about you since we were seventeen. i…” he looks shy, “you’re it for me. you’ve always been.” your cheeks heat up, eyes darting away shyly at his words as you allow him to close more distance between you two and press a meaningful kiss to your lips. “we’ll tell him … after everyone leaves, okay? i don’t want to hide anymore. i didn’t like it in the first place.”

[busycloudy]

HIIII HOW R U i saw ur 100 follers event and went: OMG UESS LETS SEND IN A ASK

So Can u do romantic chenya hcs or fic on a reader who is bffs with leona but chenya is like actively trying to rizz reader up? Pls twll me if this doesnt make sense and feel free to delete this if ur not in the mood for it :D

Oh ans pls make it gender neutral but female is fine too tyy and make sure to take care of urslef :D

Thanks for asking red! im doing good👍 I loved the idea and writing this, so I hope you enjoy!(I'm not sure if I did this correctly so if I didn't I'm truly sorry!)

A Jealous Cat

 • Reader is gender neutral and goes by they/them pronouns 

• Ft: Chenya and Leona 

• Tw: None 

• A fluffy and crack(?) fanfic 

• Chenya and/or Leona might be a bit ooc 

• Hope ya enjoy! ______________________________________________________________

You and Leona were best friends. Ever since you came to NRC you became friends with Leona at some point, but also a certain cat started to talk to you more. This was Chenya of course! When the two of you first met in the Heartslabyul maze you didn't talk much, but when you and Leona started to become better friends Chenya started to hang out with you more and more, and became a bit clingy to. It wasn't so often when Chenya left Heartslabyul, but for some reason he did a lot more. You would always find his arms on your shoulders, or his tail wrapped around your waist. Especially when you was with Leona he would do this. You were talking to Leona about what Ace and Grim did this morning until you felt a sudden weight on your shoulders. "Boo!" Chenya grinned ear to ear. You just simply sighed, used to his antics by now, and continued talking to Leona about what happened. "Why do you always hangout with this feline? Y'know, I'm much more paw-some, and energetic at that" Chenya interrupted again, wrapping his tail around your leg. You could see Leona slightly scowl, and at that Chenya's grin grew wider, maybe even sticking his tongue out to, but of course you were unaware of this. "C'mon Herbivore, let's get away from this pampered prince" Leona attempted to take you away but Chenya interfered. "Last time I checked Kingscholar you were a prince. Although, I don't recall me being one" Chenya had a small grin on his face. "It won't hurt if we stay with Chenya a bit longer Leona" You said. Leona mumbled "Fine" and you could hear the reluctance in his voice. You and Chenya then started talking. You'd sometimes go back to talking to Leona, but Chenya always found a way to get your attention back. When you and Chenya talked his face slowly got closer to yours, he always made teasing or flirty remarks. Wait...He was...Flirting with you!? The moment he said another flirty remark you instantly became flustered. What was you supposed to do in this situation!? You turned back around to Leona to try and get your mind off of this and started to talk. Chenya let the two of you talk for a moment, his head resting on the top of yours. Eventually Leona left, but before he did so he gave Chenya a quick glance, then finally leaving. As some days past you and Chenya got along more and more, eventually telling each other your feelings, and Leona supports your relationship. ______________________________________________________________

A/N: I think Leona would be a bit protective of you when around Chenya at first, but when you and Chenya's relationship gets stronger he would have trust in Chenya. Maybe a little frenemy thing going on? We love a protective and supportive bestie <3

Hope you liked it red! And again, I'm truly sorry if this is not what you wanted!

(Forgive me for my lack of cat puns)

[thewalrusespublicist]

Two of Us Play: Thoughts or 'This Could Mean Nothing: The Play'

I saw Two of Us and I have thoughts. and feelings. Frustrated feelings.

What I liked: the mental health angle, the details, the research, the bones of the story and the acting for the most part (good actors, poor direction basically).

What I didn't like: First off the script needs work. At the minute it plays more as a spot the reference rather than one coherent story. This doesen't feel like convo between friends but a recap of Beatles lore with no train of thought that gets satisfyingly resolved and whilst hitting off the movie beats rather than building to them. The pay off feels less like a cathartic journey and more 'cool it's Mclennon I guess..'. Next the chemistry is off, the two leads don't feel like platonic soulmates/best frenemies and they don't fly off of each other as John and Paul did. Instead the energy is super low, even in their heightened fight scenes it doesn't feel like two people duking it out. There's no screaming and shouting, it's like two old but never that close friends going from awkward to semi awkward and back again repeatedly without ever hitting any moments of sizzling connection. This I think is partially to do with the 'nice Paul' characterization, which please lord can it end! Let our beloved alpha bitch be beloved and alpha bitchy, it's good for his skin AND MORE REAL.

I think the chemistry/energy problem is linked though to the main problem and the elephant in the room: the 'latent' homosexuality. Latent is probably the best word for it, but that's only because of the play's fear of its own implications. To be clear, with a slightly more daring director unafraid of the material, the latent would be BLATANT. The dialogue is BLATANT. John's wordplay is loaded with suggestion: 'best fuck you've ever had', 'you should have married me' and there's a closeness when they are singing on the piano which was 👀👀. The 'I love Paul' badge is also there with a 'lucky Paul' comment that COULD have built to a potentially interesting character moment. But they just fly over these bits like they haven't been said. The candlelight dinner as well that John puts on for Paul is by its nature loaded, as is John offhandedly calling him 'my love' when fiddling with the stereo during that scene.It's so casual that it feels like an accidental slip on John's part. But nothing is made of this, no pause, shift in the air, comments, nothing. This was the worst with the KISS which was initiated by John and yes, way way way too long for it to mean nothing and the Epstein jokes are completely omitted. Its a wild moment, but the play can't seem to handle what they've just laid down so just ... skates past it. Its like HAHA WEIRD RIGHT THEY JUST KISSED ANYWAY ROOF SCENE.

But the implications also aren't consistent as the whole thing is too attached to the 'Paul is a jilted victim' angle. It's Paul who is jealous of Yoko, but save a line about being surprised about Linda, John seems neutral (weird considering its JOHN making the overtures and was IRL not Linda's biggest fan). The ending is the strangest for this. They have the SNL thing like in the movie but it's weirder as Paul is CRYING. OBVIOUSLY CRYING. CAN HEAR AUDIBLY FROM A DISTANCE CRYING. The whiplash of John throwing down these implications and suggestions to just ... nonchalantly giving a hand grip goodbye and ignoring Paul's tears after going on this whole journey together is WEIRD and makes him look like a user and a selfish, insensitive prick. Like bestie your bestie is crying you can call Yoko back??? Also the end is meant to be a love you to both each other and their wives but Paul's is clearly to mostly John and John's feels mostly to Yoko. It's not a good look on John and its not a good look on his relationship with Yoko (yh John could free himself from the prison he's made for himself and was about to but the darn Yoko pull is just too strong guys). Again this would be sort of sad but fine if it was Paul making the overtures or there were no overtures but it isn't and there are! John is both the mooning would be romancer and the unavailable ex. Once again nuance and coherency (as well as Paul and Linda!) are sacrificed for the traditional John and Yoko angle. Wholeheartedly, it feels like there has been a layer of implication added onto the script, a layer which means that the original elements of the script would need to change to work but they haven't done it so you have this Frankenstein's monster of a traditionalist narrative fused with loaded suggestion.

So yeah, I think the whole thing had a lot of potential as a play but the script needs an overhaul, the actors need better chemistry and if you are going to go there, for gods sake GO THERE.

[bumblesimagines]

Imagine:

Being frenemies with Javier Peña

Request: Yes or No

Making up for my absence with the king himself

Pronouns for Y/N: technically gender neutral although it was written with a male y/n in mind

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Steve never fully understood what started the feud between you and his partner, Javier Peña. He'd been occupied on his first couple of days on the job, but he certainly hadn't missed the passive-aggressive remarks you tossed at Javier or how Javier would scowl whenever you entered his vicinity. He learned quickly that Javier had a way of getting under people's nerves and assumed he'd done or said something to you that set off the rivalry. But you weren't exactly a saint either. With an ever-persistent smug smirk and a sly way with words, Steve understood why Javier disliked you, although not to the extent he did. Nobody bothered explaining it to him either. Javier liked shrugging his shoulders whenever Steve asked and you would ignore his existence until you needed him for one reason or the other.

Sure, he should've been spending his time trying to bring down the Narcos terrorizing the country, but he needed a break every now and again. And office drama was exactly the type of distraction he needed to keep himself sane and remind himself he was still human. It was why, whenever he had spare time, he found himself watching the way you and Javier interacted in the office. Javier complained and groaned whenever you got involved in something, but then he'd spend the whole day attached to your hip with his ear hanging on every word that drifted past your lips. Steve chalked it up as Javier taking his job seriously while out on the field but then he noticed he'd do it in the office as well. Javier watched you speak, listening intently as if you were preaching to him. The more time he spent around you and his partner, the more the dots connected.

"And what about you, viejito?" Your typical smirk sat prettily on your face, a finger running around the rim of your cup. Javier rolled his eyes and brought the glass of whiskey to his lips, dark eyes piercing into yours. Steve could never fully read Javier whenever you were around. It was as if a totally different man took over him. He leaned back into his seat and folded his arms over his chest, resuming his job of observing.

"What about me?" Javier swiped his tongue over his top lip and set his cup back down on the table. 

"You gonna spend the rest of your life chasing after 'informants'?" You tutted softly and shook your head. Steve knew what would come next. "I guess I can't blame you, Peña. If I couldn't keep a woman satisfied for more than a night, I'd stay single too." The blonde snickered quietly under his breath, covering the sound up with a cough when Javier glanced in his direction. 

"It's a choice, (L/N)."

"Sure it is." 

"You're single too, you know." Javier braced his arms against the table and leaned forward, gulping down the rest of his whiskey and setting the empty cup aside. You lifted your own cup and tilted it, pouring the remaining whiskey into Javier's glass. The movement was fluid, no split-second hesitation or any thought put into it. Steve wondered how many times you'd done it before. Surely, you'd gone out to a bar with other agents alongside Javier. But had you ever gone out with just him?

"How do you know I'm not seeing someone right now?" You shot back and raised a brow at him. Steve swore Javier's eyes narrowed for a moment, and from the way you grinned, you'd seen it too. You mimicked Javier's position and leaned forward as well, eyes darting between his dark honey-colored ones. "¿Te molesta? Que vas hacer si tengo novia o novio, Javi?"

Despite having been working at the agency for a while now, Steve remained rather clueless about Spanish. He spoke very little of it and mainly relied on Javier for translations. But he knew at least half of the words you'd said and translated them in his head to create a sentence that made sense in English. And boy was he glad he'd been paying attention. His gaze immediately turned to Javier, studying the way his jaw clenched briefly. His leg lightly bounced under the table and he looked away, looking over the others eating and drinking in the establishment. 

"Why would I give a shit about that?" Javier's voice held an edge to it.

"You look like you give a shit."

"I just feel for whatever sorry soul ends up with you." His reply sounded less hardened and bitter, taking on a more playful tone that still had you rolling your eyes. Javier took his glass into his hand again and Steve shifted in his seat. Your attention jumped to the American and you regarded him with little care. 

However, despite your indifference toward him, he enjoyed prodding Javier just as much as you did. "Is it that pretty girl you were talkin' to the other day? The tall brunette with the cheetah print dress, right? What was her name again? Maria? Mary?" There'd been no tall brunette with a cheetah print dress, but he didn't need Javier to know that. Especially from the way he frowned and leaned back in his seat. You stared at Steve, face unreadable, and for a moment he wondered if he'd crossed a line. Then, you grinned.

"Miranda." You 'corrected', looking back at Javier. His leg bounced a little faster. "She's from Medellín and came here for business."

"A hooker, then?"

"You sound relieved, Peña," Steve noted teasingly and Javier's head snapped in his direction, brows knitting and forming wrinkles between them. He scowled suddenly and stood up from the table, his chair loudly scraping against the tiled ground.

You laughed and stood as well, fishing your wallet out of your pocket and tossing some money down on the table before giddily following the sulking detective. Steve took one last swing of his whiskey and followed, tugging his jacket closer to his body when he stepped out into the cool night air. Javier offered him the keys to the car, lifting the cigarette between his fingers when Steve looked at him questioningly. You winked at Steve with that familiar smirk and Steve smiled, unlocking the car parked at the curb and getting inside. He felt it rumble to life beneath him and he subtly rolled down the window an inch to eavesdrop. 

"Miranda no existe, pendejo." You giggled, tucking a cigarette between your lips and cupping your hands around the lighter when Javier flicked it on. The detective grunted at your words and stuffed the lighter back into the cigarette pack.

"You're a real asshole, you know that?" Javier muttered and exhaled a puff of smoke into the air, notably more relaxed than when he'd left. You inhaled and pulled the cigarette from your mouth, releasing the smoke and bumping your shoulder against his. Javier dipped his head but Steve caught sight of the small smile that appeared on his face.

"You said it was never going to get serious, and yet here you are." You purred softly and Javier looked back at you. "You're lucky. Eres lindo cuando te pones celoso."

"We'll see what you think after we drop Murphy off."

Oh, yeah. The dots had thoroughly connected.

~~~

Translations:

Viejito = Old man

¿Te molesta? Que vas hacer si tengo novia o novio = Does it bother you? What are you gonna do if I have a girlfriend or boyfriend?

Miranda no existe, pendejo = Miranda doesn't exist, idiot/dumbass

Eres lindo cuando te pones celoso = You're cute when you get jealous

Gifs aren't mine.

[mxrcjqckspnchqsc]

Hiii! If you're accepting requests for prince Friedrich (bridgerton), could I get a Friedrich and reader fic where theyre royalty too and frenemies? And they end up at the same ball and have to dance tgt (obv)? The next day lady whistledown and the ton out there shipping the two so they have to keep up appearances and promenade together all the time? Eventually fall in love!! (+ points if they childishly argue through the whole dance) thanksss💕

Is It Love Or Hate?

Summary: Read request above!

Prince Friederich x gn!reader

Genre: Fluffiest of fluff, (It's also the only thing I can write about but moving on)

Warnings: Romantic themes, strong language(not really just good old british slang that I love very much), and It is a gender neutral reader, y/n(aka you or just plain old y/n) is a princess and wears a dress in this one-shot!!

A/N: Omg omg omg this is my first request, this is so exciting! This request is so cute, I hope you like it! Also I'm sorry for some of the writing is in third person, I just don't really like first person. And I'm sorry this took too long, I'm quite busy with stuff(school) atm. And now because of this request, I wanna make a prince Friederich fanfic lol but I hope you guys enjoy this one-shot!!(Also this isn't proofread so if there are any errors do tell me!)

Y/n groaned at the thought, they were going to yet again another ball, y/n loved being a royal and all but that meant they had the possibility of seeing him, Prince Friederich, Y/n had mixed feelings about him, they would love him and then the next minute, they hate him. As I finally laid down on the couch, my mother busted in, causing them to jump up.

"Mother, what is it? Why must you rush in here as if I did something wrong?!?" I asked.

"Oh no dear, it's just your dress is finally done! You just have to wear it for tonight's ball." Y/m/n explained as she gave you the dress. "Doesn't the color look nice?"

I had to agreed, the colors on the dress were absolutely stunning, y/f/c always looked good on them, always.

"Well I must agree, the dress does look nice." I agreed.

"Perhaps you might even find the one," Y/m/n teased.

"You said that as the last fifty balls," I exaggerated. "It seems people only see me for my looks Mother, nothing more, I told you many times that I wanted to marry for love."

"Then find someone you love, my dear. You know I will always support you." Y/m/n smiled at you and left moments after.

Y/n changed into the dress and was suprised on how the dress complimented her very well.

"Are you ready to go-?" Y/m/n asked as she busted in the room but stopped once she saw y/n. "My dear, you look beautiful."

"Yes mother I am ready to go," I placed the tiara on her head. "Thank you but we must not make haste," I reminded.

"Oh yes yes!" Y/m/n exclaimed. "We shall go to the carriage at once." Y/m/n announced.

Y/m/n linked her arm with Y/n and they left and headed to the ball, moments later, they had arrived.

"I'll be on the lookout for potential suitors, and you Y/n shall be the princess you are and dance with two men tonight." Y/m/n said.

"One," I corrected.

Y/m/n sighed knowing that Y/n wouldn't listen to her. "Fine, you must dance with one man tonight."

"Good, Ah I think I see the Duchess of Hastings right there. I'll leave you be mother!" I called out.

Before Y/n could make her way to Daphne, she was stopped by the one of the many men she didn't want to see tonight.

"You highness, Princess Y/n," Lord Gray bowed down infront of her. "May I have your first dance?" He asked, holding out his hand.

Y/n was about to tell him off when someone did it for her and she didn't have to turn around to know who it was.

"Actually, the Princess had already offered her first dance on her dance card with me." Prince Friederich explained.

"Oh, I see," Lord Gray seemed to buy the lie and walked away.

"Shall we?" Friederich held his hand out.

Y/n only glared at him before taking his hand, the two royals made their way to the dance floor.

"Now look at what you did," I whispered. "I only wanted to dance with one man tonight and now you're fulfilling my mother's wishes and I'm going to dance with two."

Prince Friederich only snickered in response.

"Well I apologize for doing that but it seemed like you didn't want to dance with him." Friederich stated the obvious.

"Yeah well I didn't want to dance with you either and here we are." I smiled sarcastically.

"You can blame my aunt on that, she actually insisted I'd dance with you first tonight." He replied.

Prince Friederich dipped you and pulled you close, making you gasp, he noticed this and backed away. "I'm sorry."

"For what?" I asked confused.

"For making you uncomfortable," He answered rather quickly.

"If anything, you actually made me feel more safe from the viscount, I can see him glaring at us" I laughed and smiled at him, causing him to smiled back as he pulled you in close again.

...

"Y/n, Oh Miss Y/n! Wake up! Your highness, it is urgent!" Evelyn, one of the lovely servants shook you awake.

"I'm up," I mumbled, not fully awake.

"Lady Whistledown wrote about you and the Prince from the dance, you must read!" Evelyn exclaimed.

"Can I atleast get out of my bed first?" I asked, Evelyn nodded excitingly before leaving.

Y/n got up and ready and finally headed down the stairs where they was greeted by not only Evelyn but their mother as well.

"So Lady Whistledown wrote about me in her paper?" I asked.

Y/m/n nodded happily and gave you the paper. When you were shocked, Lady Whistledown wrote about the two of you dancing and how you two would make quite a lovely couple but before you could read anymore, you got called upon by Prince Friederich, he seemed to have read the latest issue quickly this morning.

"Your highness," Evelyn bowed down at him before he stopped her.

"Oh please, just call me Friederich, is Y/n awake yet? I hope I didn't wake her, I just wanted to have a little chat." Friederich smiled.

"And does your little chat include those lovely y/f/fs?" I asked.

I made my way to him and Evelyn, who now exited the room once she took notice of my appearance.

"Oh these," Friederich looked at them as well. "I didn't send them, maybe Lord Gray no Gary sent them." He teased.

Due to his teasing, I snorted and I quickly covered my mouth in embarrassment.

"I'm sorry," I apologized. "I normally never do that."

"It's fine, it was quite adorable if I were to be honest." Friederich smiled.

I blushed at his words and smiled softly but quickly changed my expression as I still had no idea what he was doing here so I asked. "Well if you will allow me to Prince-"

"Friederich," He cut you off.

"...Friederich, what are you doing here?" I asked.

"I was just going to ask if well considering what Whistledown wrote about us, maybe she should write about us even more if you give me the opportunity to court you and take to on a promenade?" He asked.

My eyes widened at his words, he wanted to court me out of all people but I realized that maybe this was just his aunt's doing.

"Are you sure that you want to court me and this isn't your aunt's doing because if it is then I'm gonna have to-" I was cut off again.

"No!" He exclaimed before clearing his throat. "My apologies, I did this on my own. My aunt has no idea I am even here." He chuckled.

"Oh, then yes, I would be delighted to be courted by the only prince I seem to know." I laughed.

...

Y/n and Friederich have been courting for quite awhile now, making this their fifth time going on a promenade, Y/n had developed feelings for him and was wondering just as everyone else was thinking once they saw the latest issue "When will he propose?"

"This is the fifth time we're out to promenade, can we please go somewhere else Friederich?" I asked in a hushed whisper. "The sun is practically setting!"

"Please Y/n, just called me Freddie and to answer your question, we can't go somewhere alone, you know that but perhaps a boat ride would be nice."

"Or hunting or we can pretend to get lost in a flower field?" I suggested.

"A flower field would be nice, hm there is one there," He held up his arm. "Shall we go?"

"We shall," I smiled. "Mother, we'll be right back. We're going to pick some flowers from the field!"

"Okay, stay safe!" Y/m/n exclaimed.

But Y/m/n was distracted with Lady Danbury that she didn't even notice that the two royals weren't going to the flower field but instead the woods.

"Ah the woods, why did you take us here Freddie," I asked.

Friederich blushed at the nickname even though he suggested it but brushed it off.

"I wanted to look at the nature, nature is quite interesting. I mean just look at that bird!" He exclaimed in a hushed whisper.

"That bird does look quite fascinating." I comments, making him smile wide.

"I never saw those in Prussia so they are new to me," Friederich revealed.

"Well maybe if you stay here a little longer then maybe you'll see more," I smiled at him.

"Yeah maybe," Friederich smiled.

I took my eyes off him and laid down to look at the sunset, He laid down beside me.

"It's quite beautiful isn't it?" I asked, referring to the setting sun.

"Yeah, it's breathtaking." He whispered, still staring at me.

I looked back at him when he was indeed already staring, he didn't take one look at the sunset and kept his eyes on me. I blushed and tried to look away when his hand caressed my face and leaned in, he kissed me and I kissed back. When we broke apart, he sat up, I repeated the action and we kissed again, he mumbled something in the kiss that I couldn't decipher..

"Freddie, what did you say?" I asked, my hand resting softly on his cheek.

"I wish to marry you Y/n, I'm in love with you." He confessed.

"The night of the ball when we danced, I lied to you, my aunt didn't say anything about you at all, I chose to dance with you that night because not only are you breath taking, you are the only person that I love competing with and poking fun at with, you're the only person who knows the real me and I love for that, I love that you let me in and that you trust me and you share all your conspiracies about who Whistledown is, you're the person I want to spend the rest of my life with, kids or no kids, in London or in Prussia. I want you just the way you are because I'm smitten and I love you oh so much. And I completely understand if you don't desire me the same but I couldn't keep it in any longer and I-" Friederich was cut off by you kissing him again, more passionate this time.

When you pulled away, you spoke. "I love you too, I would say that I want you but that's a lie, I need you and I just can't possibly see my life without you in it. Without you, I could probably be married to Lord Gray and I know we are both happy that isn't the reality," We both chuckled before I continued. "Freddie, just know this. No matter where we are or who we're with, I will always be looking at him and with you because you are now my husband to be, and I wish to be your wife forever." I confessed.

I rested my head on his chest and I heard his heartbeat making me calm, I closed my eyes and hugged him, he hugged me back.

"Your wish has been granted, my love." Prince Friederich kissed the top of my head.

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The witchling and the god [Loki x Witch!Reader] Chapter 8

Summary: The Avengers were looking for someone to help Loki fit in with the team. To become socially acceptable, so to speak. He had been given the choice of sitting in a cell in Asgard or serving some sort of community service probation on Midgard. The Avengers and Shield both felt that as long as Loki was on Earth, he should be under supervision. This is now your job. Why? Because you’re a witch. You’re not sure why this qualifies you, but here you are, giving it a shot. What could possibly go wrong?

Tags: Witch!Reader, Magic, Witches, slow burn, everybody lives in the tower, character development, Loki‘s redemption, Stephen Strange is a friend, Loki and Stephen are frenemies, Tony Stark is a good bro, kids love Loki, Tony has stupid nicknames for everybody, eventual smut

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Chapter's Note: Beta by @zaria-04 <3

Chapter 8: A snake and a magical artifact

Before you go home to your cottage on this eventful day, you stop by the prince’s suite. Despite Thor's words, you know you won't have any peace until you talk to Loki one more time. Or at least try to. In the tower's kitchen, you've made some tea and have a tray with the pot and two cups floating next to you. It's easier to balance it this way than in your hands.

Loki stands at the panorama window looking out over the city, hands clasped behind his back. The sun is tilting toward the horizon, bathing the sky in a warm orange.

You approach him quietly and with a wave you let the tray float onto the small table. Giving Loki his space, you sit down on the armrest of a couch and follow his gaze for a while before looking at him. "Please don't teleport away like that again. I was worried about you."

"Why? Because you lost track of me like a dog that ran away?" Loki asks without turning to you.

It makes you frown. "What? No!" you explain, "I was worried about you."

You hear a soft "Tsk." from the Asgardian.

"I can understand that this was a situation you just wanted to get out of. But I'm asking you to communicate with me next time."

"There won't be a next time," Loki snaps, finally turning to face you. His expression is dismissive, but when your eyes meet, there is a moment you can see behind that mask. You see disappointment and regret.

Then it's gone again and his next words are bitter. "I let you down. You shouldn't have trusted me."

"What do you mean, Loki?"

"I promised no chaos and no deaths."

You remember your conversation in the car on the way to the hospital. It seems like a long time ago to you, even though it was only this morning.

"Well, at least you didn't start a fire." It's an attempt to lighten the mood, but Loki scolds. You let out a sigh. "We're a team, okay? So if there's any blame on you here, it's just as much on me."

"We are not-...," Loki hisses, but you don't let him finish that sentence.

"Listen, I'm really trying here. I know you don't want all of this. I'm sorry, okay? I'm sorry that things are not how you want them to be and that you are stuck here. I'm trying really hard to improve your situation. But I can't do this without you. I'm just asking you to not randomly disappear on me."

Your tone is harsher than intended, but it's been a long day, a lot has happened. You're tired and your patience for further discussion is wearing thin. You brush some loose strands of hair out of your face.

There is a pause in which the Asgardian contemplates your words. You let him take his time, having nothing further to say about it.

"I can do that," he finally says.

You smile softly at him. "Thank you, Loki."

You look at each other for a moment. His expression is neutral, but you get the feeling that it's not a mask, just him trying to process his thoughts and feelings. Humans and Asgardians are not so different in that way.

You nod toward the table. "Tea?" you ask.

Only now does Loki seem to notice what you've brought. "Gladly," he agrees and circles the couch to settle in his usual spot.

~~

The next morning, you enter the suite as usual. "Hello?"

At first you think it's empty, but then you notice something moving in the sun on the couch where you usually sit. It's a snake that lifts its head at your words, seemingly looking in your direction. It is a dark blue color, almost black, but in the light of the sun it shimmers almost iridescent. It is a beautiful animal.

You walk over and place a paper bag on the small table. "I brought brownies," you announce.

After yesterday, Loki had earned them, and you baked them fresh this morning.

The animal watches your every move, tonguing silently in protest as you push it aside to sit down. You're 85% sure it's Loki. At 10% you assume it's an ordinary snake and Loki is just playing a trick on you. For the other 5% the snake is here for some totally unrelated reason.

Your eyes meet.

"If you don't want to talk, I'm sure you won't mind if I read, right?" You get no response, but you're not sure what you were expecting. Probably not that the snake would speak to you. So, with some magic, you summon a copy of the book you're reading at home and get comfortable.

"At least he's not a horse," you mutter as you think back to Loki's tale of Sleipnir.

You don't blame him for changing shape. After everything that's happened, you're glad he showed up at all and isn't hiding somewhere or back to the point of threatening you. You definitely made some progress there.

Soon, you're engrossed in your book. You don't realize the snake has started moving until it tries to get from the back of the couch across your chest.

"Not around the neck," you warn it without looking up, pushing its little head aside. It tongues in protest, but adjusts its path. After a while, it loosely wriggles twice from your shoulder across your chest. You feel the smooth scales against your skin as he gets under your collar, and you pull him away from your neck a bit. At the same time, you turn sideways and pull your feet up onto the couch so the snake won’t be crushed between you and the couch and is also back in the sun. With its warmth and that of your body, it seems satisfied and stops moving.

You turn the page.

Lost in thought, you place your fingers on the scales again and stroke them gently.

Although it's comfy, you're having a hard time concentrating today.

Sometimes the suite is too cramped for you, even with its size and nobody there but you and Loki. Today is one of those days. It's not because he himself takes up too much space - he is just a several feet long snake. But sometimes you feel that you can't concentrate properly when he is near you. Your thoughts are too focused on him. It's your job, you tell yourself. He's constantly circling around in your head as you think about how best to integrate him into the team, what project you can start next, where you could take him out to dinner again. He deserved the latter after his good work. The fact that you might then see him in an elegant suit again is just a happy coincidence.

You give up reading and put your book aside. Somehow you’re even glad that you don't have to talk to Loki today. That would only distract you more. He has a way of pushing your buttons with his words. Silvertongue can be interpreted in several ways.

Instead you're content to sit here in silence with him while you hold your face in the sun with your eyes closed. Perfect to raise your spirits.

Suddenly, a phone ring interrupts the silence.

"Sorry, I forgot to put it on mute," you mumble, glancing at the display. It's Tony, which is why you pick up.

"Hey, what’s up?.… yeah, I'm in the house.... Really?..Okay, I'm on my way."

You hang up and stand up and lift the snake off of you, carefully laying it on the pillow.

"The heroes found something magical and now they don't know what to do with it," you tell the animal, deliberately emphasizing the word hero with humor because you know how he feels about it.

"Of course! They're not smart enough for that." Loki sits on the couch back as his normal self with his legs crossed, making a thoughtful face. Then he rose as well. "Let's go."

"Are you sure you want to come?" you huff, because Loki didn't seem like he had much desire to talk or people today, and in the lab there would definitely be people.

"Something exciting is finally happening. I'm not going to miss it."

So you go together to lab 105, which is located about in the middle of the tower. It's not as big as some of the others, but it's equipped with lots of scientific technology.

Tony and Bruce look up as you enter. Neither of them comment that Loki is at your side.

"Where is it?" you get right to the point and they both point to a table on which lies an unspectacular object.

It looks like the hilt of a sword or a large dagger, without a blade. Just the hilt and cross-guard. It seems to be made of some kind of metal and there are various symbols engraved on the surface.

"Cap and Nat found this in a Hydra base," Tony explains, "Can you tell us what it is? Our scans are all over the place. Nothing makes sense."

"How do you know it's magic?" you ask.

"The blood and skulls lying around it in the base were a strong indicator."

You make a face and turn to the object Loki has already approached and is looking at curiously.

"It's powerful," he says quietly so that only you can hear. "I can feel the magic radiating from it."

"Have you seen anything like it before?"

He shakes his head.

You notice that the grip has a cavity at the bottom, as if a gemstone had once been embedded on the pommel.

"I can perform a ritual and find out more about it." You look at the Asgardian. "Unless you have a faster method?"

He takes a step back and gestures for you to continue. You give him a smile, then turn to the table.

Muttering softly in a foreign language, you run your fingertip across the tabletop, drawing symbols around the handle. Dark lines appear as if they are being burned on the surface. As you complete the circle, you hold your hands over the object and close your eyes. Your murmuring grows louder. Fascinated, the Asgardian watches you work.

The symbols on the tabletop light up and you break off your chanting, opening your eyes. They are milky white and a slight glow seems to emanate from them.

"Not sure if this is cool or just scary," Tony mutters, turning to Bruce.

You let the hilt hover between your fingers and examine it closely from all sides. Your spell gives you a direct view of its magic, which you now try to decipher. A red, billowing aura surrounds it. It appears calm, almost waiting. You hold it against the light, smelling it. The only thing that keeps you from licking it and tasting the magic is the intensity of the power you now feel as well. It's huge for such a small object.

Usually that’s not a good sign.

But you feel drawn to it and slowly you close one hand around it. The red aura reacts to your touch as if it were greeting you curiously. No sooner your fingers wrap around it than you feel a vibration emanating from it, traveling along your arm, tingling in anticipation. You try moving your arm as if you were wielding a blade, and suddenly a strength comes over you as if you could punch a hole in the metal wall of the lab. It's so overwhelming that you drop it on the table and end the spell. You have to blink a few times to get your eyes back to normal. It takes a moment for everything to stop appearing blurry.

The symbols on the table have faded, but you can still make out a shadow of their outlines.

"It's very powerful," you share your thoughts with the class. "It seems to be a part of several pieces. The energy is… not unfriendly, but unsettling. I wouldn't bet on it being used for anything good."

"Not by Hydra anyway," Tony snorts.

"What did you feel when you touched it?" Loki asks.

"It was weird. Almost as if it was calling. Could be some kind of curse." You look back at Tony, "You guys better stay away from it.”

That raises the question of what you should do with it. There’s no way you’ll leave it in the hands of people who don't know a thing about magic. You could take it back to your cottage and figure out the best place to put it. You know some people you could contact about it.

"I can keep it safe," Loki says

"Absolutely not," Tony replies promptly and even you are opposed to the idea.

The Asgardian gives him a sour look. "I know more about artifacts than all of you in this room combined. Magic has been a part of me since I was a small child."

"That wasn't an objection based on knowledge." There is no glossing over the distrust that lies between the men. Loki's gaze darts to you, and you pause.

"Doctor Strange," you say and Loki shoots you an offended glance. But he remains silent and you hope that means he isn’t disgruntled about your suggestion, but probably just the opposite is true. You try damage control. "He has the proper resources to store these kinds of magical artifacts."

You fish your phone out of your pocket, take a picture of the artifact and send it to Stephen along with a short message.

"SHIELD is not going to be happy about this," Tony interjects.

"That's not my problem. You wouldn't leave a firearm in the hands of toddlers, would you?" As long as neither of you know exactly what this magical artifact is capable of, it is a potential threat. You learned to be careful with these kinds of things. You never know when something could potentially blow up in your face. "Depending on what dimension Strange is in, you probably have about a week. But you guys should be careful. That thing can be dangerous.”

"Danger is my middle name."

"Yeah, I bet." You turn to Doctor Banner, who seems to be the more reasonable of the two of them. "And what is yours?"

"Actually, Bruce is his middle name," Tony answers for him.

The doctor shrugs with a sheepish grin and you laugh.

Loki and you leave the lab soon after and walk together to the elevator.

"I've been thinking about what project we can start next," you inform him. You had wanted to talk to him about it before Tony's call interfered. "There are programs similar to 'Make a Wish' and I think that-"

"I'm not going to do something like that again," Loki interrupts you sharply.

Somewhat taken aback by this so suddenly harsh tone, you blink at him. "Why not?" you ask dumbfounded. The elevator doors open and you follow him inside.

"I'm a god! No entertainment for unworthy people!"

"But everyone had fun! Including you - apart from the incident, of course. You were great."

"If I had been great, the boy wouldn't have died." His voice is bitter and stinging like the venom of a snake.

You try to calm him down and put a hand on his arm, but he shakes it off. "That's not true! You had no-…"

"He had a weak heart and I showed him my magic. It was too much to comprehend for this small human boy. He faltered immediately." He turns away from you and stares at the wall of the elevator. With a soft ping, the doors open and he trudges out. You have arrived at the floor of the suite.

You follow him a little slower, watching his dropped shoulders. So that was the reason. Maybe that was why he had been so quiet since then. Not just simple grief but also guilt. For the umpteenth time, you wonder how anyone could ever claim that Loki is a bad person when something like this affected him so much.

The Asgardian interprets your silence as a shock at his confession. He stops at the door to the suite, his hand already on the handle, not daring to look at you. He is afraid of what he would read in your eyes. Hate, accusation, disgust. "Now you know. It was I who kill-…"

"Loki, stop." You wrap your arms around him and hug him from behind. He stiffens. "The doctors told me Felix's deadline was two weeks ago. He bravely held on for many more days. Maybe his soul was waiting for you so he could go in peace."

Loki's voice is no more than a whisper. "You're just saying that to ease my mind."

You let go of him, take his hand that is still on the doorknob and turn him to face you. Your expression is serious and you try to put every bit of honesty that is in you into your words. "You are the god of lies. You should know I’m not lying, when I say that it was not your fault."

His eyes scrutinize you, trying to find a counterargument. Under other circumstances, he would be impressed that you understand how his domain works. Usually people accuse him of lying all the time because he is the God of lies. Actually it's quite the opposite. But most people are too dull to understand that. He knows how to choose his words so that they are not lies. And he senses when someone else is lying.

You don't lie. Your words leave little room for interpretation either.

Slowly he nods and you exhale in relief. You release his hand. The spot feels empty on Loki's skin, the ghost of your touch tingling.

"I still won't do anything like that again," he insists.

"Then we'll find something else," you reply, surprising him again.

He is fascinated by you, by a simple Midgardian woman. But you are not ordinary, he realizes, just as he had suspected when he first met you. There is much more beneath your surface than meets the eye.

"I have one request, though," you add. "Next time teleport us both away together. Then I'll save myself the trouble of searching for you."

Loki raises an eyebrow. "Only if, in return, you won't notify anyone next time."

"If I know where you are, there's no reason to notify anyone," you say with a smirk, holding out your hand to him. It's just to seal your pact and not because you like touching him, you tell yourself.

"I like it when you try to get around the rules. It's a nice change," Loki admits as he wraps his fingers around your hand to shake it.

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I don't know if it has been mentioned in the She-Hulk series yet, but Bruce's full name is Dr. Robert Bruce Banner.

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[dalishthunder]

Destiny Waits for No One

Chapter 5 - Embers

Pairing: Eventual Nebarra/LDB (gender neutral reader)

Rating: Mature

Words: 1452

Additional Info: Slow Burn, Frenemies to lovers, Lots of Trauma

Mirmulnir.

That was its name.

You weren't quite sure how you knew, but it echoed in your thoughts, bouncing around your skull in the night;Tossing and turning and trying to find sleep.

Skin crackling and blistering under the heat.

He wasn't the one who had burned down Helgen.

You tried your best to focus on the slow breaths of Xelzaz and Khash, listen to the rhythm, try to mimic it.... But after several hours you found yourself tiptoeing over them and back into the main room of the inn. The fire was mostly embers, casting a warm dim light on the ceiling. Stretching, you made your way over to a table, rubbing some of the crust from your eyes.

"Well don't you look like a skeever's nest."

You whipped around, heart pounding. You hadn't even noticed Nebarra sulking in the corner. "Hey."

He hadn't removed his helmet, holding a bottle of wine with a straw sticking out of it.

...Weirdo.

No... that was unpleasant of you.

You wished you could will yourself to care.

You sat down on a bench, staring into the glowing coals... thoughts drawn to Helgen once more. If there were already two dragons out there... how many more were you looking at? Dragons were supposed to be extinct... and now they were burning down villages and decimating the countryside without abandon.

How many more souls would fit in you?

Would you still even be the same per-

"You know, you throw a mean right hook, I'll give you that." Nebarra's voice jolted you from your thoughts again.

You stared at him for a moment before the words registered in your brain. "Oh... thanks."

"Even if it was sloppy."

You rolled your eyes, returning your gaze to the embers.

And despite your still smoldering resentment about the way he's spoken to Xelzaz, you found yourself speaking after a long moment of silence, "I think we've gotten off on the wrong foot again."

"Oh, really? And here I thought we were getting along so well." He drawled, taking a long sip of his wine.

Sighing, you leaned back against the table. "I'm not sorry for punching you."

"Ohoho, your diplomacy knows no bounds."

"Talk shit get hit." You replied simply. "But I do hope that we can start over."

"If you're trying to make friends again, I suggest you look elsewhere." The elf drank some more of his wine. "But something tells me that locals won't be interested in hiring me, so I'll settle for traveling with you for now.... And also the whole you saved my life thing."

"I guess I can work with that... for now." You crossed your arms and looked over at him and gave him a wolfish smile. "I'll wear you down with my charm eventually."

He snorted. "Charm. Right."

"I would at least like to get to know you better if we're going to be traveling companions though."

"I... suppose that's fair." He grumbled.

"So, you're not from Skyrim, I'm assuming."

"Gods no." The scorn in his voice was palpable.

The corners of your lips tugged up in the ghost of a smile. "Well, where are you from then?"

"An isolated farm on Auridon."

You waited a good long while before you realized that that he wasn't going to elaborate further. You had only just met... and you had punched him..... You supposed the terseness shouldn't have been surprising.

"Where's Auridon?"

You could feel the reproach rolling off him in waves despite his impassive mask hiding his expression. "People up in the boonies really are dumb, aren't they?"

You grabbed a tankard and chucked it at his head. It clanked against the metal, clattering to the ground.

"Wow... really mature. You're lucky I owe you a life debt or I'd take your hand for that."

"Awww, Nebby wants to hold hands?" Your grin was sharp.

"Careful now, Dragonborn, lest you speak your own desires into existence."

You narrowed your eyes at him. "Gross."

He snickered at that, letting out a yawn after a moment and you just returned to watching the flames idly... It was amazing how something so beautiful and deadly was so necessary for survival.

"You should probably turn in for the night." You breathed into the stale inn air, not turning to look at your tenuously welcome companion.

"There aren't any rooms left," Replied Nebarra.

"You can take my bed."

He nearly choked on his wine, "I may enjoy the Dibellan arts, but you're really not my type."

You raised an eyebrow as you looked at him. "What?"

"Oh, you meant literally."

"What did you think I meant?"

"It appears subtlety isn't your strong suit."

You pinched the bridge of your nose. "Look, I'm trying to be polite here. Can't... can't you just work with me?"

"I'm not sleeping in a room full of lizards," He sneered.

"You know, I'm really starting to get why most nords hate elves," You bit back. "You've got your head stuffed so far up your arse that you can't even accept kindness- I..." A sigh escaped your lips. "Do whatever you want.... I'm not fighting you on this."

He didn't respond, and you returned your gaze to the floor, a shriek echoing in your mind.... For a moment, you'd almost forgotten that you carried them within your heart.

You weren't quite sure how long you sat there like that, but the bench groaned as somene sat beside you. "Mornin', Trouble."

You shook off the stupor and gave him a smile. "Morning, Kai. Sleep okay?"

"Can't complain. How are you holdin' up?" He must have noticed the bags under your eyes. "Did you sleep at all?"

"Yeah, I'm fine. Didn't sleep well, but someone had to make sure the tavern didn't burn down." You rubbed at your face, casting a furtive glance to where Nebarra had passed out in his chair.

Bandits stopped you on the road, but it didn't take much effort to wipe them off the map. And you had to admit, you weren't sure who was the better swordsman between Kaidan and Nebarra. You’d had every intention of allowing them to go if they surrendered… but neither of them were the sort to show mercy.

"Well, we can rest up again when we're in Redwood." Kaidan placed his hand on your shoulder, "It's only a half day's travel or so from here."

Nodding, you stood and stretched, grabbing a quick bite to eat before waking everyone up and heading out.

“Do you think they’d treat you just the same if you were weaker than them?” Kai had asked, a knowing look on his face as he took you in. Lucifer and Nebarra had taken the bodies off the side of the road, and while Nebarra seemed keen to just let them rot, it didn’t feel right to you.

“I know… I just….” You couldn’t meet his eyes.

“You’ve done a service to Skyrim. They could have picked up any trade they’d wanted, but they chose to cut innocent people down for coin instead because it was easy. There’s no reasoning with that.” Your friend placed a hand on your shoulder and gave you a smile, and though it was comforting, you didn’t miss the blood splatter on his cheek.

You nodded, “You’re probably right.”

But you already knew their faces were seared into your mind.

They all were.

The way Xelzaz carved the bodies up both horrified and fascinated you.

“It would be a shame to waste fresh ingredients.” He’d said when you asked, and he did have a point. It was better than them just… rotting away. So you worked with him to gather their hearts and flesh, burying what you knew you wouldn’t be able to use before rot set in.

Khash was relatively vocal in her displeasure of your desecration of the bodies, but it was either that just let them uselessly decompose. At least they could help the world in death in a way they couldn’t in life.

The gurgling of blood in their throats as they choked on it faded into the chorus of screams as you entered the gates of Riverwood.

With a deep breath, you steeled yourself, hesitating only briefly before knocking on Alvor’s door. It took a moment for him to greet you, a mug in his hand, everyone sat around the table.

“I’m sorry.” You said softly, “I did not tell you the whole truth of what happened with Hadvar….”

The flames licked around you, Hadvar’s hand closing around your own as he ushered you into the keep. How many had you seen erupt around you?

“Divines have mercy….” Sigrid had whispered as you recounted everything you could.

You weren’t sure they did.

[moon-thething]

Hey, so it's me, the one who requested Kevin last time. I suppose you can just call me the Kevin Anon, lmfao

But anyway, here's a scenario I thought of—Kevin and reader have a frenemy type relationship, since Kevin is usually annoyed by them due to their constant visits and antics(unless they just aren't the type of person to get up to stuff). Kevin and Reader do care about eachother deep down though, even if they get into verbal fights over stupid stuff a lot. But the thing is, over time, for whatever reason(since there are moments where Kevin sees Reader for who they actually are instead of finding them annoying), Kevin starts to develop a crush on them, and he doesnt know how to feel about it or process his feelings since he's quite literally crushing on his damn frenemy. So Kevin starts to act kind of like a Tsundere around them(/j). Okay maybe not a Tsundere, but he doesn't wanna be found out, so he tries to act like he "normally" does around them.

- Kevin Anon

Hello Kevin anon :D

Sorry that I had to reply so late to your request, I've just been busy

And also sorry if this request is kind of similar to the last one you sent, but anyways, let's begin

Romantic or platonic?: Platonic/romantic

Readers gender: gender neutral

Type: Fluff

Hope you enjoy :)

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You two had met at work

No other context needed. You two were just work buddies that had a quote on quote 'rivalry'

You two were pretty chill around the kids, but as soon s the store was completely empty you would make lighthearted comments/jokes, even if the store was still open, just no customers were coming in

Kevin would of course reply in the same manner. He would pull little pranks on you, but the pranks were really nothing too extreme

But when it comes to you two fighting, you two would fight in the store and as soon s you heard the bell ring you would switch to your nice attitudes like nothing happened

"Kevin!" Y/n yelled as they stomped their way towards Kevin

"What is it?" He asked

"Did you put bugs in my goddamn lunch?!" They yelled

"What?! No I didn't!" He yelled back, stopping what he was doing as he turned to you

"Yeah right, I can see right through you dip shit." Y/n said through gritted teeth, pointing a finger to Kevin's chest

"I wouldn't put real bugs in your lunch! I cone even pick up a little spider, how do you expect me to pick up multiple bugs and put them in your lunch?!" He yelled at them, flailing his arms around

"how sould I know! You probably picked them up in a plastic baggy and dumped them in my lunch!"

Yeah, you found out later on that it wasn't in fact Kevin's fault and that you left your lunchbox open. But we won't talk about that

Even if you two do get into fights a lot you do care about each other. For example, if Kevin had worked from morning till closing and started to practically look like a zombie, you would offer to tai his place. And if he refused you would get him out with force. But was because you cared about him

Same goes for Kevin. If you weren't eating properly Kevin would throw your crappy lunch away and buy you something else. He would still be careful to pick the things you like since you would've exploded on him for throwing away your lunch and getting him something you're either allergic to or you simply find disgusting

But even with your little fights you two were inseparable. You would stand up for each other, cheer for one another, go around anywhere and everywhere. And it's not like Kevin or you don't have any friends

No, in fact, you two have multiple friends. But the two of you couldn't bare a moment away from each other. It got so bad that people started to assume you two were a couple and your friends would make fun of you and sing that stupid kids song with your names

While this was anoying you two didn't care. You already bully each other enough to not care about people's opinions, and I mean that in the best way possible

But one day that all changed. When Kevin suddenly felt his heart skit a beat for the first time, and it happened when you decided you were going to bug Kevin at work on your day off

"Hey Kevin?" A voice was heard. Kevin rolled his eyes and didn't bother to look at them as he continued to wipe the counter

"Yes Y/n?" He asked, still not looking up at them as he mindlessly continued his task

"What do you think of my new shirt? It's a bit tight but I think it looks good." They said, posing

"Yeah, it looked great." Kevin said, not even looking up as he was now cleaning the cash register

"We c'mon Kev! You didn't even look!" Y/n yelled at him, Kevin rolled his eyes and looked at you. But his anoyed expression quickly fell when he saw them, his heart skipping a beat as his cheeks turned a light pink

It was nothing special, really. It was a plain black long sleeved turtleneck with no particular design, but he couldn't lie. It did capture all of their curves. He felt ashamed and perverted for even letting a single thought like that slip through his mind, but he shook his head and cleared his throat

"You- you look good." He stutters, his face turning a bright read as he started to clean the cash register faster

"Wow, stuttering are we." They teased, leaning against the counter

"Ju-just, go away! I need to focus and not have your anoying ass be here to bother me!"

Kevin really tried to push those thoughts away, but from that day every single time he saw you his heart skipped a beat and he would stutter. On rare occasions he would turn bright red and his knees would buckle

You, of course, didn't understand why he acted that way towards you and just assumed that it was some sort of surprise for you since he couldn't keep a secret for the life of him

While he was beating himself up for liking you, thinking you would never feel the same way. A fact that he didn't know was that you did actually share those feelings, but your feeling's blossomed waaaayyy back

Back when the two of you were new to your job and still full of happiness

"Hey Kevin?" Y/n yelled, fiddling with the cash register as they couldn't get it to open. The store was empty but Y/n wanted to mess with the cash register and get used to everything but they couldn't get for it to open

"What is it?" Kevin said, emerging from the supply's closet as he held a heavy box filled with candy

"I can't get the cash register to open." Y/n said, sticking their tongue out as they pressed multiple buttons

"Well- don't do that you'll brake it!" He complained, pulling your hands away from the register. Y/n rolled their eyes and crossed their arms as they moved way and leaned against the counter, their hands still crossed

"Well, mister smarty pants. If you know how to work the cash register then show me." Y/n with a cocky grin. Kevin, rolled his eyes and looked at the register for a second

"Sure. And I'll prove just how dumb you are by doing so." He said, copying Y/n's smirk as he stared intensely at the cash register and carefully fiddled with the buttons

Y/n stared at him with an anoyed expression. But their face softened the more they looked at him, how the sun from the windows his his face in just the right angles, how he seemed so focused on what he was doing even if he was just trying to open the damn register, how his tounge was slightly out and how his eyes squealed as he stared carefully at the register

It was silly, really, but that simple cockyness in his voice and how he was so determined to do a simple task, and how his raven hair and perfect face glistened in the sun, just made their heart skip a beat

"Damn.. I guess it's broken." He said, pulling away from the register as he smacked it. The register still remained closed, Y/n coughed into their hand and looked away

"I guess we're not getting payed." They joked, Kevin laughed at that and rolled his eyes playfully, making Y/n turn a bright red

"Well, I sould call someone to repair this." He groaned, pulling out his phone as he started to type in a number

"Yeah, I guess you sould..."

But of course Kevin didn't know that! He was too blind to notice

But their friends caught on to it and started to quote on quote 'ditch' you two when you made plans to hang out

You two were left to go on these dates while your friends spied on you. You two would always notice them but didn't point it out since you didn't want to spare them the humiliation when they did this with other people

But the more they 'ditched' you, the more you two would just arrange hangouts for the two of you, and the two of you only. No friends spying on you, just you two

First it was once a month, then once a week, then two times a week, then three, then almost every single waking hour

You would do much, just gossip like you did in highschool and eat McDonald's

But the more time you two spend together, the more Kevin felt like he had to confess. Every single time he saw you his stomach would do backflips and his heart would pound a 100 mph

And that day came where he confessed. And it couldn't have been more perfect

Y/n waked through the forest, Kevin had made them track his phone so that he could show them something

They walked, and walked, and walked. And they were starting to think this was another prank from Kevin. I mean, getting all dressed in your best clothing and having to walk through the woods, tats a new low for him

But they were proven wrong when they saw a nicely set up picnic. Their face lit up when they saw Kevin and their cheeks turned a light pink

Kevin smiled, his cheeks portraying the same shade as Y/n's as he motioned for them to sit down. They gladly followed, sitting down on the blanket as they quickly started talking

They talked and ate and watched as rabbits, birds and raccoons passed by. Luckily none of them decided to crash the *cough* hang out, as they continued to talk and joke around

"Hey Y/n. Can I tell you something?" Kevin questioned. Y/n looked at him, confused, as they nodded

"Sure." They said, fully expecting for Kevin to make a chezzy joke and throw a pie at their face or something, but was met with something more heartwarming

"Y/n.. I- I don't know how to put this into words." Kevin laughed awkwardly before clearing his throat and taking s deep breath

'You got this' he thought to himself, 'you totally got this'

"I like you Y/n. Like, like like you. I've been feeling this way for quite some time now and I've never had the guts to tell you. I love how your eyes lighten up when someone mentioned something you like, I love the way you laugh at my stupid jokes, I like the was the sun hits your face, I love the way you just- aren't afraid to defend the ones you love." Kevin paused for a moment, Y/n looking at hims with a shocked expression

"I love the way you don't let people get in your way, I love the way you seem to understand me, I love the way you dance to your favorite song, I love the way you boost up people's confidence, I love the way your smile seemes to brighten up everyone's mood, I love- I just love you!" He squeezed his eyes shut. Expecting for Y/n to turn him down and leave

But he was met by soft lips crashing onto his. His eyes widened for a split second but he quickly melted into the moment, resting one of his hands on their waist ad the other got tangled in their hair

The two pulled away and started lovingly into each others eyes. Just letting the moment sink in as the two smiled at each other like complete idiot's

After the confession Kevin wouldn't have been more happy. You two just seemed to click and understand each other, he couldn't think of another person to love

[anghraine]

I figured out a way to stop re-rolling my BG3 characters for a whole week!

Baldur's Gate 3 friends, frenemies, and neutral parties, I seek your wisdom (or intelligence). I want to re-make my Seldarine drow, but I'm unsure which option would be the coolest. I turn to you in this moment of doubt:

Help

[themyscirah]

Jess? Or Hal? For the ask game (And if you've done both of them, just pick your favorite super)

I haven't done either yet! I'll do Hal in this post and maybe Jess in another after this

Tw for canonical past suicide for later in the post (skip the story idea section)

First impression:

My real first encounter with him was probably as a guest appearance within Green Lanterns, but the first book I read with him was GL/GA. I don't remember too much of what I thought of him there, it was probably more of a general "oh he seems cool I guess" kind of neutral/positive attitude. By the time I read a Hal comic I'd already met Simon, Jess, and Jo so he wasn't a contender for the spot of my favorite lantern. I never fully finished GL/GA though bc I had the book on loan

Impression now:

Mixed. There are some Hal moments I genuinely do love and like, but tbh he can get on my nerves very easily. Of the Earth lanterns he's either my least or next to least favorite (which doesn't mean I don't like him!) but he's also like the "main character" of GL so I get annoyed when I feel like other GLs are being ignored in favor of Hal.

Favorite moment:

With that said there are sooooooo many Hal moments I just love. He's very much a character made by specific moments for me (rather than a general appreciation of who he is overall). Some Swishy fave contenders include his "Avenge me" internal monologue when he fights Mongul in GL (1990) #46, and OFC the Emerald Twilight arc a few issues later. Also in the very first issue of that book, where he jumps off a cliff in front of some campers (waiting until the last moment before using his ring) was an important moment for me in reading Hal, because it was the first time I went "oh! This guy is crazy!"

Idea for a story:

An exploration of the fact that Hal literally killed himself on panel in GL (2011) #19. Because like what the hell, why did this happen and then NO ONE EVER TALKED ABOUT IT. (This is insane to me). I think I'd probably revisit it in a dream sequence, maaaybe doing a rewrite/reimagining of his Knight Terrors issue (which I have NOT read lol) to kind of address that and talk about his mental state and things that had an impact on that, stuff like his parents, the Guardians, PARALLAX. Basically it'd be Hal and the ghost of Tomar-Re just talking about how he is not okay. A pretty heavy response to a pretty heavy topic.

Unpopular opinion:

I'm going to be so real here like 95% of my Hal opinions are unpopular bc its just me talking about how I think he's overrated. Like we're bros ig but still. Overrated.

Like I LIKE him but I'm annoyed at him like 80% of the time bc DC is always putting out a mid story focusing on him while ignoring my faves WHO ARE SO COOL AND DESERVE STORIES 😤💔😭

I guess one beyond that is I'm not a fan of his friendship with Barry. Maybe this is just because I haven't read anything where they're like... interesting? But I just don't get the hype. ESPECIALLY compared to his relationship with Oliver which is absolutely insane in comparison. Like why are we talking abt Barry rn when OLLIE LITERALLY SHOT HAL AND HAL RESSURECTED OLLIE. like guys. Guys. Are you seeing this shit.

Favorite relationship:

Like ship wise? I'm not a huge Halcarol fan personally but I do think they're kind of the epitome of "you're perfect for each other. Never involve anyone else in what you have going on," kind of messy drama-filled relationship with a lot of history.

I also really like halollie and their relationship but not in like a "they should date" way or anything like that. Like they're bros to me who emotionally have a whole complicated little thing going on like idk

Within the lanterns I think the frenemy whatever thing Guy and Hal do is SO funny. I love especially the beginning of GL (1990) where Guy just in his free time shows up to ruin Hal's life while Hal is just so sick and done and mad about it. Peak comedy, Guy never change

Fave headcanon:

Do I have any headcanons about Hal? Not really. I try to think about him as little as possible (kidding). No um I'd say I don't really have any, and if I did they'd probably be really basic or smth like that he cries watching both Top Gun movies.

[niconiiicotine]

New ship idea my friends

So hear me out yu shengyan (thousand autumns) x xue meng(erha) plus Shi mei (erha) x bian yanmei (thousand autumns) with a little silly moment that poped into my head

Xue meng was walking through the streets of a random town he was sent to on a mission with his shixhong when he heard some noises coming from an aley way that sounded like his shixhong "shi mei?" He called out walking over seeing his shixhong and a unknown man they looked to be fighting but on closer inspection shi mei had a small flush on his face ". . . Shi mei? Who's this" he asked the two stoping "this is . . . Bian yanmei" he said the two quickly stepping away from echother "bian yanmei like yu shengyan's shixhong? What is he doing here I thought they left" xue meng asked "I am here for scouting for shizun" he said crossing his arms over his chest "and how do you know about yu shidi" he said his face stirn but neutral "hes a frenemy? I think I'm not sure he kinda is weird" he said a small flush rising to his cheeks

When Yu shengyan was later questioned by bian yanmei about the "Xue meng" person he quickly brushed it off but bian yanmei could see the small red on his ears knowing what the deal was "someone is like shizun I see" bian yanmei said but yu shengyan quickly stomped off ignoring his shixhong's proclamations

Sorry if it's a bit ooc I'm not done with both books d: I hope you like the ship idea (please see the vision)

[queenharumiura]

6996, 5986, 10069

[My KHR ship game] ||Accepting|| @astrxthesiai Reminder: This is me just talking in general, so in no way is RP portrayals or anything being considered her. All Neo in her head. Characterizations are based off what I think would be interesting set up for the ship.

Will also state that anything involving Mukuro may not be very good because I have a tendency to avoid him. So I apologize in advance if I have some things wrong.

6996

Hate it | Am Neutral to it | Ship it | love it! |

5986

[here] I truly cannot do a repeat. I'll DIE

10069

Hate it | Am Neutral to it | Ship it | love it! |

[READMORE TIME]

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So, some of us know how I feel about Mukuro. I may appreciate him as a character, I know that he adds a lot of value to the story, to the progression of certain character growths and the like—but I personally don’t vibe with him. I don’t like him. I can understand that he had a rough past, I can get that he’s nuanced, I can understand a lot of things, but ultimately, I view him as a bit of a risk. For his ideals, he is liable to doing things such as taking over bodies and not caring for the state that the body will end up in.

It isn’t to say that I don’t understand his motives, because they’re certainly understandable. He doesn’t want what happened to him to happen to others. I, unfortunately, am an emotional bean who is feels guilty very easily. I cannot use others in quite the way that he does. The moment he was shown to possess kids or possess injured people to use them against others- while totally understandable and a viable tactic- I just don’t like it. I don’t vibe with it. I just cannot get over it. MY CHILD FUUTA!!!!!! The emotional turmoil that child went through. I just… cannot condone the hurt that the child went through.

Then there is Birds who was very much willing to want to use Haru/Kyoko against the others and possibly ruin their lives. It matters not to me that it may not have been explicitly upon Mukuro’s orders or what. Inherently, the fact that he’s doing so, it makes it feel like he knows it’s okay to do so while under Mukuro’s wing. Perhaps the mentality of the necessary sacrifices for the greater good and it does rub me the wrong way (yes, I’m biased, and it may very well largely be because of Haru. SUE ME).

I’m well aware that people really like him, and that’s totally fine! Like I said before, as a character, I like him. He’s got a lot of nuance and dynamicism to his writing. He’s got a lot of depth to him in regards to his motives, machinations, his pitfalls, etc. That said, from an emotional and moral stance, he rubs me the wrong way and I don’t like him very much. I don’t hate him, no, but I will just stare at him from afar and squint. Would I defend him from any slander? Absolutely. I truly have my allegiance to the girls and to the kids. I hate Iemitsu and Cervello more than I do Mukuro for instance.

I absolutely understand the need to gather all the ‘guardians’ ie combatants together for the final sky battle. Totally get it. I see why the poison mechanic was used. I truly do understand why it was done—but EMOTIONALLY I’M STILL SEETHING!!!! LAMBO!!!! MY POOR CHILD!!!!! FK OFF YOU CHERRY HAIRED BITCH. <- How I like a character or dislike them truly is based off how petty I’m going to be.

Oh- I also forgot to mention. My favorite character, my very FIRST one was Lanchia. Do we now understand why I truly just cannot vibe with Mukuro? After what he did to Lanchia’s famiglia? How it left him with a lot of guilt and trauma? MY FAVORITE? NAHHHHHHH NAAAHHH!!!!

So yeah. That’s why I don’t like him. Don’t hate him, but also HISSSSS!

Before anyone gets scared—No, that doesn’t mean that I dislike Mukuro rp’ers. No, it doesn’t mean that I’d hate if a Mukuro rp’er wants to approach Haru and I. Neo enjoys all sorts of scenarios and relationship dynamics. I’m willing to try things if someone wants to try something. You want them to be friends? Sure. Frenemies? Sure.

Oh- another reason I remembered. I also muse Hibari as some of us already know. He, along with Yamamoto are tied for third place favorite KHR character BECAUSE HARU MIURA TAKES FIRST AND SECOND PLACE! THE LOVE OF MY LIFE TAKES TWO SLOTS, YOU OTHER CHARACTERS SIT DOWN AND BOW- just kidding.

I’m loyal to Hibari and he doesn’t like Mukuro so THEREFORE! I cannot like Mukuro. Mhm mhm. It’s only right, mhm mhm. I’m a loyal bean, mhm mhm. (Would I also throw  him into a room of Sakura blossoms to piss him off though? No comment. I’m only loyal to a point. I just love chaos)

ANYWAYS, to the main point.

There are aspects of Mukuro and Chrome that I do not like as a ship, and it comes down to the power dynamic imbalance that the two had. Especially in the beginning of the series where she can only survive based off his illusions and what he gets out of it is taking over her body so to speak to enact whatever he has to do. It is rather symbiotic, yes, but there is more power in the hands of Mukuro and her behavior shows it. Yes, he in essence saved her, but she didn’t really save him. He’s using her in exchange for her life. There is a feeling of how her life is his and that whatever he wants is fine by her. She is his to command because of the gratitude of giving her new life.

Her identity is not only her own but also his. There is more of an imbalance which makes me a bit uncomfortable at times. Yes, you may argue that he too has given up a lot and done a lot for her but one can also spin it that he puts up with certain things because of the overarching goal of what he ultimately wants—to get rid of the mafia. What better way than to get closer to the Vongola 10, let them drop their guard with the sweet Chrome and then swoop in once he sees a crack. This is a way that you could spin it. I’m not saying that IS how it is, but I’m shedding light on the fact that it COULD be a way of looking at it.

Depending on how you personally view him, some of their dynamic can take shape in a different way.

Now, I do personally think they are meant to be a duo. (Yes, after I said all that I think they are meant for each other lol) When you think about how the primo and tenth gen are very similar to one another but with differences, you can truly see something through Elena/Daemon and Chrome/Mukuro. Just like how Elena was the one who introduced Daemon to the Vongola and asked him to join the cause, Chrome is the one who basically dragged Mukuro into the Vongola due to HER association with them. She slowly assimilates with the Vongola and becomes friends with them, and by that association, Mukuro is associated with them as well for her sake.

This contradicts his desire to overthrow the mafia and rid of them in a sense, but also- it is a good way for him to also oversee what they are doing and get rid of the dirt that he doesn’t want to see. He both can make use of this while also in a small way going against his ideals and it’s for Chrome’s sake by large. I believe anime didn’t really go through this but the manga did. Mukuro remembers his other past lives, and he’s been through the torment of the various hellscapes. He’s seen more than the average person and went through more. Mentally and emotionally that had to be taxing and arduous for the soul.

Elena was Daemon’s light. She was his everything. She was the connection that connected him to the Vongola. When he lost her, a part of him snapped and he in a sense went rogue. He had no tether to keep him grounded. Chrome could’ve died, but Mukuro came in to save/help her. She is his tether. Unlike Daemon who failed to protect her, Mukuro was able to keep Chrome around. The first generation have had failures to some degree where the 10th generation resolve a lot of those failures. It’s almost like a tale of generational healing. The 10th generation are NOT the reincarnations of the primo generation, but they are similar. Eerily so, and that is to so the parallels between them and to show that new generations can pave the way and do things differently to heal from the past.

So you have Chrome and Mukuro sticking together, you have the Vongola and Shimon rekindling their friendship, the guardians not having to live with the fact that they failed to protect their boss and keep him around (cough TYL arc almost counts but doesn’t lol). Chrome, much like Elena was for Daemon, are a tether to keep their guys grounded, but to also help heal their pains through their more gentle nature. Almost like a reminder that the world may suck, but there are still good in the world. Nobles SUCK but some nobles like this daughter of a DUKE cares for all, including the common folk. There exist some nobles who TRULY embody the Noblesse Oblige.

In final arc where Chrome buts in to help strengthen Mukuro’s illusions he even thinks to himself that it’s amazing that someone else can understand his illusions so well and amplify them—he can feel his heart- healing? Chrome is that person that Elena was for Daemon. They both need each other for different things. Chrome eventually became able to make illusions for herself and to become self-sufficient. Sh can be the warrior who can fight alongside Mukuro. This contrasts how Elena likely wasn’t a fighter or did anything on the front lines. Chrome intends to be by Mukuro’s side and fight alongside him. She will not allow herself to just sit idly by. I feel Elena wished she could have done more by Daemon’s side. Take on some more of his burdens and Chrome embodies that regret and she solves it herself.

More towards the end of the series, when Chrome is able to sufficiently care for herself with her own power, that’s when their true symbiotic relationship shines through. There is less of a power imbalance between them. She becomes her own person- as we know that’s why she struggled for a while because she refused his illusions. She had seen him walking about in the flesh, and it was like he wasn’t a part of her anymore and she just couldn’t accept his illusions when she had no real use to him. That, is what shows the imbalance they had. We NEEDED that scene for Chrome to grow and come to terms with what she wanted.

No, she will not allow herself to be a bystander who will just allow herself to be taken care of. She wants to be helpful to Mukuro. She WANTS to be able to stand by him proudly. She WANTS to fight alongside him. This is such a poignant difference between the two generations. It’s so incredibly important to highlight where they differ and how this change shifts the dynamic between the two. Now, it’s more of respected equals. She’s able to be more proud of herself, and to assert what she wants. She is more open to actually being what she had always meant to be: herself. She doesn’t have to rely on someone else, she doesn’t have to associate her being, her IMPORTANCE to someone else. Now, she is truly Chrome Dokuro, and she has chosen for herself that she wants to be Mukuro’s warrior, his comrade.

This is an incredibly important and praiseworthy dynamic shift between the two and this is what makes the ship between them AFTER this point a more healthy one. I don’t have many ideas for cute things between them—and that’s largely due to the fact that I don’t think too much about Mukuro in general because I prefer to avoid him in my mental space. Sorry if any ideas that do come out aren’t very good. I am very hesitant about the knowledge and understanding I have of Mukuro. I don’t think I understand him that well due to the fact that I like to turn my eye away from him. I did try though!

I suppose a cute idea could come in the form of the box animal, where Chrome may like to dote on the owl and care for its feathers. I could perhaps see Mukuro finding it cute to see them bond, but also feel a bit left out because all her attention is on the owl and not himself. Watch him be like pluck the bird from her hands so he can take care of the feathers. Instead why don’t you help him with his hair? Look, brushing hair is epitome of domestic bliss. When someone else brushes my hair it gives me the brain tingles that ASMR is supposed to give you. BLISS. Don’t underestimate small bliss!!!

I just like the idea of Chrome learning how to make simple chocolate desserts from Kyoko/Haru for fun. She learned to make some for her friends but somehow a lot of them end up getting hogged by Mukuro. He likes chocolate for one, but they were also made by Chrome’s hand. He shan’t give them up to other people so easily. I personally am okay with lil greed moments like that. I find it both a lil funny and a lil cute. It would be very funny/cute to me if he got caught and he just tries to play it off like it’s no big deal. NAH BRO YOU GOT CAUGHT.

Sorry, that’s all my brain could think of for now. I have the next portion to go to so let’s move on.

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So I’m neutral to it while also somewhat hating it. Most of it comes down to who the characters are. The reason why I’m more neutral towards it…

LOOK I MAY FIND HIM UNNERVING BUT A BITCH CAN’T DENY A PRETTY FACE, OKAY? BYAKURAN IS ALSO A PRETTY FACE, OKAY OKAY? TWO PRETTY BOYS KISS!!!!! FOR THE AESTHETICS!!!!!!

That’s all. Moving on.

Just kidding! I’m tired, my fingers have already typed like what… 10k for these ship memes alone? I’ve been writing other stuff too. My poor fingers…

Anyways. I will also state that the reason why I’m very SQUINT about ships including Mukuro is that I see him and Chrome as a duo, a pair. If I see him with anyone else, I start shaking my screen like YOU FUCKER!!!!!! HOW DARE YOU, TO CHROME!!?!?!? I’LL SLAY YOU WHERE YOU STAND. YOU DARE GO ASTRAY FROM THE BEST LIL BEAN, CHROME?????? So yeah. (Yes, I’m biased)

See, here’s the thing, we know that Mukuro dislikes the mafia, and he doesn’t want what evils happened to him to happen to anyone else. Byakuran quite literally in essence mind broke Uni and she was a young lil girl. He has actively acted to kill people, to manipulate them, to use them, to discard people, etc. I can perhaps see him feeling impressed by the extents that Byakuran is willing to go to for his ideals, but ultimately his ideals are such that it goes against Mukuro’s creed.

He is also a reason why his Chrome had to suffer in the TYL arc, due to his evil machinations. Chrome had to be brought to the future and she did suffer some. It was a dangerous time for her. TYL Chrome was also injured if I recall correctly. It’s just a time of you put my Chrome in danger. I do not really see Mukuro being able to look past that.

Now, you can argue that for the sake of his ideals and wanting to manipulate Byakuran, you could do the plan on employing romance or seducing him to lead him in the direction that you want. I honestly can kind of see Mukuro doing so—but in that case, I don’t consider that a ship because it’s not in earnest?

Of course, we do know after TYL arc, Byakuran is different. He is more or less turned good by a factor of ‘well I can’t do any evil any more. I was stuck in limbo for a while until Uni saved me, I shall do what I can to make it up to her. Whether people trust that I intend good or not is up to them~’

One can argue that he’s good now, it’s okay! There is no difference in morals or motives! Still, as we’ve seen with some of the others, they can’t so easily put the ‘past’ aside. They went through a lot of traumatic shit because of Byakuran. He had showed them all just how ugly his motives were when he went ballistic after Uni sacrificed herself. How he literally almost killed Tsuna and all that. That is not an easy thing to look past, so it’s actually very impressive of Tsuna to be able to be willing to put his trust in him, and for Uni to want to bring him out to ask for aid. Both are very impressive individuals.

One can argue that through this change, it is a possibility and that perhaps Mukuro could want to cosey up to him for the benefits of whatever power Byakuran may possess in modern times. His influence, but I mean—he’s under surveillance. He doesn’t seem to really intend to do anything bad, so he wouldn’t be that much use as a pawn or anything like that. So I don’t see the whole seduce in the effort to use tactic.

I suppose you can kind of look at how they both have the tendency to tease others or lowkey mock them through sarcasm and consider that a fun banter between them. That is fun, I won’t lie, but that alone doesn’t constitute as a ship for me. I just personally don’t feel enough of a vibe between them to feel that they could be a ship that isn’t anymore more than a superficial thing.

I like the ship from an aesthetic stand point. Both are very beautiful and the sarcastic kind of banter between the two of them could be fun. It could also be interesting to see how they both continuously try to undermine each other for their ideals, which would again make for a fun dynamic, but that alone just—doesn’t work for me. I do feel there would always be a level of mistrust between them. The fact that you tried to kill me/you killed me kind of mentality would still remain. Mukuro’s ‘death’ wasn’t really a thing as we know, but it was believed for a time (not I. You can’t fool me, Amano!!!!). Byakuran DID die by the hands of the Vongola. That really isn’t easy to move past.

Yes, you can argue that Byakuran’s flighty attitude and his nonchalance may be a sign that he doesn’t really care for it, or doesn’t think much of it, but I disagree. If you pay attention to some of his wording choices in some scenes, he is very cognizant of the fact the future self had done wrong. He feels for the fact he did really fucked up stuff to people, especially Uni. He was willing to do whatever he had to for her sake. He wanted to do something for her and when asked if ‘can we trust you’? He could only really respond with the logical, that’s up to you to decide, because it really is up to them. He was VERY aware that there is 100% reason for them to doubt him. He accepted the fact for what it was and left the decision in the hands of Tsuna.

There is an underlying sense of guilt that he has for what he’d done, even if he may act the same carefree and playful kinda guy. In my mind and observation, it’s somewhat of a mask. I do think it would be easier for others to deal with him if he kept that upbeat kind of personality because that’s what they knew of him. Changing too drastically would be too much. Naturally, I do think it IS a part of his personality, and that is also hard to change. Still, I don’t think his lack of major change to personality shows that he wasn’t affected.

You can see it in some instances of his speech, his willingness to just sacrifice whatever to be of use, to almost prove himself as someone who isn’t that dictator from the future. He wants to solidify a new identity to himself. Given Mukuro’s past and his disdain for the evil corruption of some mafia… I don’t think he and Byakuran are a good match because it’s going to be a constant reminder of who he was.

What that Byakuran had done to Mukuro. It would be incredibly hard to work out a ship between the two and my gut is telling me that neither of them are the sort who would really want to exert such extensive energy to forge a relationship that is past a superficial one based off interests and motives.

However, one could argue that Mukuro could somehow see the modern day Byakuran for what he is, a victim of circumstance. He’s being doubted and disdained for something he literally didn’t do. He can never become that guy again, and yet he’s being treated with negativity and mistrust. The Byakuran of the past hadn’t really done anything (I don’t think he had done anything yet at that point in the timeline to be fair, hence me saying this), so it can feel unfair to him. There is maybe a SMAALLLL chance that Mukuro can see this and watch over Byakuran to see if he’s truly a different person.

Is he trying to do better by everyone? If so, maybe he can offer a small alliance of sorts and they can work together to act against the filth of the mafia. Mukuro gets what he wants and Byakuran gets to do a bit of paying back for the evils his future-self did. In a way, you could say that he’d be resolving some of the knots in his chest brought about from guilt. It can be nice, but then it sorta comes back to what I didn’t like about Chrome and Mukuro at first, that there would be a bit of a power imbalance inherently because one of them is still basically a ‘criminal’ but is trying to repay that by doing good and Mukuro is basically the one who is directing him to do so. For an alliance it would be more titled towards one party.

I don’t like such power imbalances personally, but some people may like it! If you like that, all the power to ya! This could be your cup of tea! I personally don’t really like it, but I can see the merit to it. I think it would be an incredibly fascinating idea for someone to write out. Some relationships in fiction and reality do have a power imbalance, but if you have enough trust in each other, you can make it work. It mostly is an issue if someone has hidden motivations, which, with Mukuro could be likely. That’s what I don’t like, but I think it could mayyyybe work out, but it would take a LOT of work.

Also, if they became a thing what are you going to do about Chrome, huh? You going to start neglecting her? HUH? I’m coming for your pineapple brand and will put you onto pizza.

I shall not think of cute ideas because I’m not really on board with the ship so I don’t really feel like thinking about cute things. Forgib.

[daddysfangirls-marvel]

Scars (23)

Chapter 23- Uninvited

Warning: fluff, hint of angst

With a drink in hand and face on neutral, Loki sat in the farthest corner of the room in the shadows. Tony decided to throw a last-minute celebration party they had finally got what they were looking for. Loki did not want to attend this party, but Tony insisted, saying, "You've got nothing better to do" At that moment, Loki wanted to retort, " Your daughter," but thought better of it and for the first time in forever the silver tongue remained stilled.

Now standing off alone, Loki wished he had given another excuse. The hate in the room was invisible, but one could sense it and know where it was directed. Loki felt out of place as he listened to everyone converse and laugh around him. He was uncomfortable. He didn't want to be here he wanted to he upstairs curled up with Alice watching her annoying Disney movies.

Alice was not allowed at the party or to leave her apartment, for that matter. " Too many people," Tony said.

Loki felt guilt for being here he knew she could hear the part from her room. " Can I join your pity parade?" Bucky said taking a seat

"No" Loki said, he was ignored.

Bucky sipped his beer " You're upset Alice isn't here" Loki lost his composure for a moment, just a moment, but the moment was enough for Bucky. " You're alright. I'm no snitch. I think it's kind of sweet. You being there for her putting all the bad away to just keep her company when no one else can ... or will. She doesn't deserve to be alone"

Bruce took a seat on the other side of Loki, water in hand. Loki glared at him.

"He didn't tell me anything I found out on my own." Bruce was now regretting sitting down " Security cameras. Tony is not as vigilant as he has brainwashed Alice to think he is." Loki took one look at his drink and tossed it back he put the glass down on the coffee table in front of them.

"Why?" He could understand Dr.Banner, he was Kind to Loki on account of Alice's physical and mental health. But why was Sergeant Barnes helping Loki, why was he allowing him near Alice. He could see on angel as to which he'd benefited from. What did he truly want?

To receive kindness of any kind was rare for Loki, aside from him brother, Any kindness he did receive always benefited someone else. The Avengers were Kind enough to let Loki stay on earth in exchange for community services, and Thor threatened to Leave for good as well. Dr. Banner remained kind because it affect Alice who he was taking care of in secret.

Thanos so generously picked Loki from the void, he brainwashed and tortured him. So Gods forgives him for not believing in just pure kindness.

"What do you want?" Loki asked, taking his Asgardian to meld out this human booze wasn't doing it for him.

"Why do I have to want something?"

"Because everyone wants something. Especially from the gods. what god better to ask than the one at your mercy"

"I don't want anything from you. And as much as you want me to I don't hate you either"

"Bruce sighed, putting a hand on his shoulder " I pity you". He pitied him. The man that represented self-pity its self-pitied him. Dear god, how had he gotten so low. The pity was pitying him. Loki took a long swig of his meld.

"I'm helping because... You could do good if someone leads you to that good. ANd I believe Alice is leading you to that good. So, who am I to stop her? She's a good girl and you haven't hurt her yet. So don't, don't make me regret this." Bucky looked Loki directly in the eye... until it got awkward than funny. Then all three of them started talking like they were friends they weren't enemies, they weren't frenemies, they were just friends in that moment.

Of course, others gave them strange Looks seem the strange three of the team conversating and laughing together. Feeling uncomfortable the three moved outside to the balcony. " The world's greatest misfit greatest bad guys together," Bruce said

"Explain," Bucky demanded.

" The Hulk doesn't have many fans. Destroying many cities and countries. I've fucked up everywhere I've gone. You, Sergeant Barnes, have rearranged history with the many politicians you've been made to kill. And Loki wrecked New York and introduced the world to aliens in the worst way possible." Bruce leans on the Balcony looking down "We've all done bad things, really bad things and we're here doing good now. Of course, we have different reasons, but we're doing good."

"My reason is Steve... I... I love him. He's my reason for staying and doing good instead of running off to end it." Bucky smiled, looking down at his hands. He loved Steve more than he probably should, he defiantly loved Steve more than Steve loved him, or so he assumed.

"Well, my reason is right up there," Loki pointed up. Bruce and Bucky looked up to see the glass floor of the next balcony. They could see a bundle of blankets on the floor wrapped up in Alice as she lay with her cheek pressed to the glass she appeared to be sleeping. They both smiled.

"Are you okay, Darling?" Loki called up to her she lifted her hand and looked down at them smiling Loki smiled up at her " What are you doing up there?"

"Listening to the party. Watching you" SHe said just loud enough for them to hear.

"Why don't you get out of this cold. I'll meet you in your room in a moment" She eagerly nodded before getting up and rushing to her room. " Gentlemen, if you'll excuse me"

"We'll make up an excuse for you, go ahead" Bruce waved Loki off and watched as he snuck his way out of the party. Bruce looked around the crowd and found Steve and Sam playing pole and Natasha by the bar.

" Everyone's happy right now. There's no problem... just calm"

"You're jinxing us," Bucky said looking down at the city "We're having a peaceful moment, and you're painting it out which means something going to come and wash the colors away. Something bad is going to happen now. Therefore jinxing us"

"Oh so you're superstitious" Bruce laughed

"We have two literal Gods inside, and now you want to test faith. The last time I tempted faith this made I ended up draft to war, became a prisoner of war, found out my best let a scientist prob him then joined willing himself, came to terms with my gayness, and then fell off a train"

" That's... a rough sequence of events"

"Indeed"

The two remained and had a pity party on the balcony.

-

Her sleeves were pulled up, and she traced the faded scars on her arms, unaware of Loki's presence. Alice looked up as the bed dipped there was all dressed up in an all-black tux she reached up, pulling him down to lay with her. He pulled her closer and put her leg over his hip.

"How was the party?" she whispered, running a hand through his hair he hummed at the feeling.

"Boring uncomfortable, nobody wanted me there. I didn't want me there either. So I uninvited myself and came to join you" Loki gave her a small peck on the lips " You're much more entertaining"

Alice giggled as Loki began to kiss her all over, making sure all exposed skin was loved. They were just enjoying each other in silence as strangers danced to the music below. Both of them would take this over any party.

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I like alicent in the same way I like cersei. they are both evil horrible women who only care about getting what they want and fuck who they maim or kill in the process. I find characters like that compelling. they both have trauma but their trauma twisted them into cruel people. I like characters like that. I dont make excuses for them or pretend theyre poor innocent victims. only slightly unhinged woman i don't like is sansa, I find her quite bland and dull, both in books and the TV show.

let me start out by saying that i have a strong love/hate relationship with cersei, but that its mostly on the love side. the way that i love her is exactly as you said; she does horrible things, is a horrible person in general and doesn't really care for acting otherwise. she knows she has the power, and she is unafraid to wield it, and what the idiots at hbo and (most)alicent stans will never get is that that is very appealing. women hardly get to be unashamedly powerful. the moment they do, they are labelled. (the other day i saw some aemond fan crying about how they didn't include him calling rhaenyra an "old whore" on the show.) many of these antis of powerful female characters are women themselves. their internalised misogyny makes them so threatened that they end up falling into vicious attitudes of hatred for any female character that happens to have agency and who makes mistakes.

while reading cersei, you can find many moments where you sympathize with her, even identify with her, because as someone was saying, she is not a feminist character by any stretch, but her story is definitely one with feminist themes. but at the end of the day, you are not supposed to see her acts and handwave them away because she has trauma. book!alicent herself takes the initiative at almost every turn of the war. she is the foremost voice we hear advocating for the greens. she is also an abhorrent misogynist who abused a child under her care and spread vile rumours about her, and effectively isolated her at a stage in her life where she was very vulnerable, for the sole reason that said child was a girl who would one day be queen, as opposed to her son. because of course her precious andal customs and her faith decree that a woman cannot sit the iron throne. precedent is against rhaenyra, but alicent chooses to go against direct law, the king's word, because she is that bull-headed and ambitious.

show!alicent is made to marry someone she wouldn't have chosen for herself (on the show) and she suffers a passionless marriage. instead of recognizing that rhaenyra herself is being made to marry, she chooses instead to hate her for the crumbs of sexual freedom she can carve out for herself. she is fixated on the fact that rhaenyra lied to her, disregarding that she did so to save her reputation from her obsessed father who had set spies upon her. this is literally all it takes for alicent to waltz into rhaenyra's wedding with her petty green dress.

it sounds like a fucking high school spat between frenemies. which is exactly what the sansa/alicent brigade thinks asoiaf is. everyone loves sansa the queen bee because she can charm people (spoilers, she cannot), because she can sing and recall the sigils of houses (what an amazing achievement, give the girl a medal), and daenerys the slut must be eliminated because how dare she assert her rights to her throne established by her family like that's practically unthinkable. alicent just happens to be the sansa placeholder in hotd, because as a very blunt green stan said targ antis watch hotd and love the greens because they are obviously as anti targaryen dynasty as you can get and they lead to the downfall of the house eventually. look at them being honest for once. where is your nuance, neutrals?