#they will have heard it all before and i will have to remind them that i am old and will probably die soon. just so they will be nice to me

[flofaiiry]

how jack abbot shows love

⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ told through the five love languages ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅

warnings: written somewhat informally (some uses of “i think that…” etc), fem!reader, sort of implied but not specified age gap, in the physical touch section there's oral f!receiving & other sort of smutty details also praise (good girl etc) and a hint of oral m!receiving in the words of affirmation i couldn't help myself, everything else is just fluff!!!

wc: 2.2k

note: wanted to write some cute fluff to try and get outta this mini slump bcs i have been hitting a WALL when trying to write smut lately. i'm not sure if this has been done before but i thought it was a cute idea!!! dividers are by @ diviniyae !! also sorry if some of these are shorter than others :(( send me an ask if there's anything u want me to elaborate on & i'll try my best !!!

♡ acts of service

if you work together jack always comes down from the coffee shop in the cafeteria with two cups in hand. he memorized your order after the first time he heard you say it so he likes to make sure you've always got one at the start of the shift.

jack knows how much you love to cook but hate cleaning afterwards, so he'll slip into the kitchen while you're working & wash the dishes you've used. you always say something along the lines of, "it's okay, i can do it after," but he just shakes his head and says it's only fair that if you cook he does the cleaning.

he fixes things around the house, buys more of the moisturizer you use when he notices you're running low, replaces things you've lost etc etc. what's most important to note is that he never draws attention to the fact that he's done these things. he knows you'll notice, and doesn't feel the need to make it about him and make it seem like he wants something in return.

has breakfast started and coffee in the pot before you wake up & sometimes even brings it to you in bed if he's feeling extra fancy. if you're sick you don't even have to say the word, he's taken everything off your plate and will be there for you however you need him.

"i don't think i can go to work today," you say, voice weak and exhausted. jack has to bite back a smile at how extremely congested you sound. he strokes a hand over your hair, "i know baby. i already called your work 'n told them you wouldn't be coming today." you look at him with a little bit of disbelief in your eyes, "i can't believe they were okay with that." he shrugs, "they weren't. not at first. told them it was doctor's orders, just didn't specify the doctor was your boyfriend." you smile and shake your head a little bit, "i can't believe you." he just leans down and presses a kiss to your forehead, "go back to sleep."

he remembers what songs & artists you like and has added them to his playlists so that they come on when he's driving. he loves the look on your face when you recognize the song after a single beat & are amazed at how he knows it's your favourite.

jack has no problem taking on a little extra if he can see that you're worn out or just extra tired lately, if he can take something off your plate & make the day easier for you then he does it, no questions asked- he knows you'd do the same for him if he needed.

♡︎ gift giving

jack is the epitome of a "this reminded me of you so i got it," boyfriend.

out getting groceries and sees a bouquet of flowers that are exactly the same shade as the colour you chose for your nails? they're coming home with him. new local vendor in the lobby at the hospital & they've got all kinds of trinkets he knows you'd love? he's taking out his wallet.

he sees you scrolling on pinterest or tiktok before bed, he notices the videos and images you linger a little longer on & save for later. if there's something you've been eyeing but hesitating on buying- a box shaped suspiciously like that item appears on the kitchen table a few days later.

you make a joke once and call him your sugar daddy or something, he just shrugs and tells you if it makes you happy then he wants you to have it. he doesn't necessarily buy you things to "spoil you," you can afford to buy the things he gets you for yourself, but you often hesitate to spend money on yourself. jack notices, and he hates that you think you aren't deserving of that sort of thing so he takes it upon himself to show you that you are.

and circling back to the bouquet thing- he 100% makes sure you have fresh flowers on the table all the time. it doesn't matter if you've been together for 3 weeks or 3 years, this man will bring you flowers before a date.

if there's something you collect, whatever it may be - cds, vinyls, charms - literally anything, if he's out somewhere and sees them or a specific one you've been looking for he gets it.

"didn't take you as a charm bracelet kinda guy," robby teases coming up beside jack and looking over his shoulder. jack just shakes his head, eyes scanning through the vendor's display, "it's not for me." robby smiles, "ah," he mouths, "for the lady?" jack nods, "she's got a whole box full 'a these things, but somehow no butterflies," his eyes stop on one charm, he picks it up slowly, before showing it to robby, "so i'm getting her the butterfly."

jack never forgets things like your birthday or anniversary. he doesn't need to have them marked down on a calendar or in his phone, he just remembers. for these bigger moments, the gift he gets you is obviously more significant. not to be cliche, but one of his favourite gifts to give you for the occasion is jewelry. probably half of your collection is stuff he's gifted you over the course of your relationship.

he remembers if you're a silver or gold girlie, if you've mentioned liking studs or dangly earrings more, if you like dainty chains on necklaces or more chunky ones. he remembers all of it. so when he goes to the store he tells the associate all this, who then brings out a few pieces they think emulate that the best. he loves the idea of you thinking about him whenever you decide what to put on in the morning, or that when people ask where something's from you'll say, "my boyfriend got it for me."

♡ physical touch

jack loves! to! be! touching! you!!!!! he's constantly got his fingers laced through yours when you're walking together or just near each other. when he's driving, he's got a hand on your thigh. he definitely does the hand on the lower back thing whenever he's guiding you somewhere or you're in a crowded place. he just always wants you to know he's there.

he can tell when you've had a long day at work & will wordlessly come over to you and just let you bury your head in his chest, running his hands up and down your back soothingly and kissing the top of your head. he lets you cry if you need to cry, not saying anything until you're ready & just holding you in the meantime.

he loves loves LOVES when you lie down on the couch with your head in his lap so he can run his fingers through your hair. he finds it so calming & grounding & cute that you fall asleep almost every time he does it.

jack kisses you like the answers to all the worlds problems can be found on your lips. he's more than happy to kiss you all night long and never escalate it into anything more. it's not uncommon for you to just lie side by side in bed, lips moving in perfect tandem, legs all tangled up and hands all over each other.

in bed, jack is a very giving lover. sure, he likes sex, who doesn't, but nothing gets him off more than seeing you feel good and knowing he's the one making you feel that way. his favourite place to be is with his head buried between your legs, fingers working you through your nth orgasm of the night with your hands tugging at his hair because it just feels too good.

all you can see is jack's salt and pepper curls peeking out from between your thighs. he’s already make you cum once but that’s not enough for him. his tongue’s licking diligent strokes up your slit, two fingers curling inside you to hit just the right spot that makes your hips buck into his mouth and your back arch off of the bed. he brings his free hand to your hip, keeping you from squirming too much as he sucks at your clit. the noises you make only encourage him, and you swear every time you moan his name you feel him smile against your cunt.

♡ words of affirmation

phrases along the lines of: "good job" & "i'm proud of you" & "i love you" & "you're so beautiful," fall from jack's lips like they're the easiest things in the world to say. he obviously truly means them but he takes extra care to vocalize it to you because he sees the way you light up when he does.

he’s a big texter for sure, since a lot of the time when he’s at work he doesn’t have time for anything more than a quick check on his phone. before you move in together he texts you good morning & good night every day & asks you if you got home safe. messages you throughout the day if he's not with you to ask how you're doing or ask you if you’ve eaten anything or even just to tell you that he’s thinking about you.

to get a teeny bit nsfw, jack definitely has a huge thing for praise. loooves to call you a good girl, tell you how pretty you are, how good you taste, how well you take everything he gives you etc. he’s very vocal esp when you’re giving him head, telling you how good you feel and how you’re doing such a good job.

if he’s in a store & they’ve got a pretty card he thinks you’ll like, he’ll buy it for you just to write a little love letter in it or something.

jack walks in through the door with a few bags of groceries in one hand and a little pink envelope in the other. he sets down the bags in the kitchen before going over to you to hand you the letter. you take it, a little confused, you genuinely wonder if you’ve forgotten about your birthday. when you open it, it’s a beautiful, fancy hallmark card. inside, a few paragraphs written with whatever pen he found lying around in the car. he watches you read it with a little smile on his face, seeing how it almost brings a tear to your eye when you read it- just sentence after sentence about how much he loves you and how you make every day better by just being in his life and how lucky he feels to have found you.

i’m not sure if this falls under words of affirmation but he definitely loves pet names & nicknames and stuff like that. terms like baby, sweetheart, baby, honey, my love, all of it. even if it’s just a nickname for your first name, he likes to have that sort of special connection with you.

♡ quality time

if he’s not at work or sleeping off a night shift jack is with you.

he loves to take you on dates, whether they’re just simple dinner and a movie’s or more elaborate day trips somewhere or walking around downtown all day. his favourite kinds of dates are the ones where you get to talk- so admittedly movies aren’t his preference. he loooves talking to you, hearing what you have to say, bantering back and forth on a hot topic, and just the sound of your voice in general.

but you’re both busy people, and often don’t have the time or energy to be going out all the time, which is fine because jack is more than happy to just spend a lazy night in with you. maybe you order takeout or maybe you cook something together, as long as he’s with you he doesn’t care.

sometimes though when one or both of you are just absolutely drained, he likes to just do nothing with you. scrolling on your phones with your feet in his lap, wordlessly watching the news side by side. when words are too much effort, he’s more than happy to just be next to you.

jack gives me big reader vibes. one day he takes you to a cute little indie bookstore where you each pick out a book to spend the rest of the day curled up in bed together reading.

he also loves to travel, so you two definitely go on trips whenever your schedules line up. he loves planning itineraries but always works in days for you to just lounge around the hotel or by the pool.

“what’s this?” you ask, nodding at the plane tickets stuck on the fridge. jack looks over at you, “i noticed that we have a week off at the same time next month so i thought we’d go somewhere.” you take the tickets from under the magnet, reading them over. “bahamas!?” you say excitedly once you spot the destination. he nods walking over to you, “needa get out of this depressing pittsburgh winter. spend some time by the beach, drink in hand, getting tanned and attacked by seagulls.” you laugh, and pull him into a hug, “thank you baby,” he smiles into your shoulder, “of course, we need this. been workin’ our asses off lately,” he pulls away to press a kiss to your cheek, the leans in right next to your ear, “plus i really like the way you look in a bikini, so that’s a bonus.”

send an ask if you want me to write one of these for any other characters!!! (robby, pope, etc!!!) or if u want me to elaborate on any points :P

[lonely-moons]

⁀✶the bomb | bucky barnes x reader

title: the bomb

pairing: thunderbolts!bucky x avenger!reader (who is also a thunderbolt now yayy trauma bonding family)

warnings: established relationship tension ooOoOOo but then fluff, suggestive language

summary: things have been tense recently with your boyfriend bucky. but now it reaches a new high... when he blows up the limo that you're riding in.

wc: 1,811

notes: wrote this to try and suppress the urge to see the movie a 5th time. didn't work i still wanna go but my god the cinema is expensive

masterlist

you want to scream so badly that your throat hurts with the restraint of keeping it in. your entire body feels ablaze with anger, irritation pounding faster than your heart and infecting your blood so that all you can see is red.

or maybe it's just that you've been staring at the red guardian for the past five minutes.

it's a glare, really, but even though it's firmly set on him right now, he's not your end target. you think he probably knows this, since the two of you had taken a small liking to one another in the past hour. he had come to save you, after all, and even made you laugh with his crude humour. but he's the closest to you, and you're sure that if you let go of this restraint, you might just knock one of the walls down. which would crush all of your tied-up... teammates? acquaintances? you aren't quite sure yet.

what you are sure of is that you can't quite look at the man standing beside you. your boyfriend, but that's a little too endearing of a term for you right now.

you'd woken up in this dilapidated gas station the only one not tied up, other than bucky. the sharp ache in your head and pain in your limbs had demanded all of your attention at first, making you forget what had happened before blacking out. but then bucky entered your vision, all concerned and apologetic in your face before you remembered the events. you'd shoved him away, refusing to even glance in his direction, and thankfully his attention was directed elsewhere when the others began to stir.

you let them do the explaining, fully aware of the glances bucky keeps throwing you. you don't pitch in, not about following your friend yelena since you've been worried about her recently, not about the incinerator, not about the elevator shaft - not even about bob. but eventually everyone's caught up, and you can't be left to scowl in peace for any longer.

bucky says your name now, soft in a way you haven't heard in a while. it reminds you of sleepy mornings, of late nights tangled in sheets and whispers so light they could just be breaths. it used to melt you, but this time it burns.

"look, can we talk? please?"

you try not to react but can't help the scoff that breaks free. so now he has time to talk to you? figures. apparently blowing up a limo with you in it shouldn't deny him the privilege of talking.

"i think i'm good, barnes," you say.

your first words since waking up are accompanied by your first steps towards the others. you head for yelena since she's the only one you're really sure about, but before you can reach her, bucky's arm grabs your wrist. it's not painfully tight, but it is a warning, and you can't help but notice he's used his flesh arm, despite the fact the metal one is closer to you.

it had taken a while, even in your friendship, before bucky became comfortable enough to touch you with it. that almost started anew when you got together. he'd said that it was a symbol tainted with blood and destruction, that he hated the thought of any of that reaching you. you'd taken ahold of his metal fingers, bringing them to cup your face and shifting your head to place a kiss to his palm, effectively beginning your process of wearing him down.

he always refused to let it near you if either of you were angry at the other. said that he would never hurt you, but he didn't want to risk even the slightest possibility of a too-tightly-clenched fist or exasperated hand movement.

it'd been a while since he'd intentionally kept it away. now you feel a sting in your chest but try not to let it move your features.

"oh-ho," alexei laughs, looking between the two of you. "it is lover's quarrel, yes? i had fight once with one of my loves, too. she was beautiful, beautiful woman... the teeth, the hair, the thighs... but she always telling me, 'alexei, you can't keep coming in shower with me if you are going to go toilet -'"

everyone erupts into noises of protest, yelena the loudest of all. alexei looks around, mouth open slightly as if shocked his story is not being met with enthusiasm.

ava, who sits beside him, drops her head. "throw me back in the incinerator."

"what?" alexei asks, offended. "it is lovely story about -"

"i'd even take falling down the elevator shaft," says john, shaking his head slightly.

"we don't have the time for any of this," yelena protests. she looks around the group, but her eyes land on you.

"agreed," you say forcefully, ripping your arm out of bucky's grasp, but you don't make to untie the others again either. you hold eye contact with him when you add, "i think getting blown up knocked us off our schedule a little."

"you know i never would've done it if i knew you were in there," he says immediately.

his eyes are soft, but there's that crease between his eyebrows that deepens the more worried he is. you nearly hate that you have so many times to compare it to, because with a quick glance you can easily tell that this is the most worried he's been in a while. more than the night before any congress meeting, more than waking up sweating from any nightmare. this time he knows that it's not just a job or a few hours of sleep that he could lose. it's you on the line, and the panic bubbles so forcefully that it has his blood pounding in his ears.

it manages to evaporate a little of your rage.

"oh, thank you," says ava, sending a sarcastic nod to bucky. "it's good to know that you have no problem with blasting other people into the sky, very nice."

bucky sighs, running a hand down his face. "please," he says to you again, "just... hear me out. one minute."

your eyes still blaze as you stare him down. while that doesn't crack, something in your heart does, and you find yourself giving a stiff nod. "fine. one minute."

his lips twitch, eased a little by hope, and he guides you to another section of the abandoned gas station, much to the protest of the other four. you give yelena a quick apology, promising to get her out after this, but then hurry up your steps as you hear alexei begin another story about young love. they become background noise by the time you reach the door at the far end.

"i'm sorry," bucky says after you turn to him expectantly. "no, that doesn't cover it, you don't even know how sorry i am, i -" as if sensing that he's about to ramble, he cuts himself off with a sigh. "i never would've done anything to that car if i'd known you were in it. i was always planning on getting the others, but you didn't answer your phone all day, and i thought they might've -"

"shot at me?" you supply pointedly.

"well, i was gonna say known where you were, but... yeah. that too." his smile is small, sincerity preventing it from tipping fully into hesitant. "but i'm not just sorry for all that, i... i miss you. i miss us. and maybe that's not fair since i've been the one not making enough of an effort, but i just..." his arm moves, like he's about to reach out to touch you before he thinks better of it. "i just miss you."

it's as though the tight ball in your chest gets unravelled with each word. you knew, of course, that bucky would never hurt you, would never have blown up the limo if he'd known you were inside. but you've been missing him too, for a while now. with his job in congress and your job as a kinda-avenger, there'd been a lot less time together and a lot more time working. neither of you had managed to quite figure out the work-life balance of the relationship, and the tension of that had finally snapped when you saw bucky coming to save you, only to end up pointing his gun in your direction and shooting.

"i miss you too." you look up at him, into the blue eyes that look different now. they're still tired, evident by the dark circles beneath them, but they have some of that warmth back. you smile, then one side tips higher into a smirk as you say, "but, you know... i think talking about it is a much healthier way than trying to blow up your girlfriend. maybe we should get dr. raynor back, go over some old notes about healthy coping mechanisms..."

he huffs out a laugh. "well, i am planning on making amends."

"oh, are you?" you raise an eyebrow. "and what does that entail?"

"i have a few ideas." he grins at you in a suggestive way, widening when you laugh. knowing he's now in safe territory, he steps forward to cup your face with both of his hands. when you lean slightly more into the metal one, he receives your unspoken message, thumb stroking your cheek. a moment of contemplation soothes his expression into something more tender, and he rests his forehead against yours. "but mostly i'm putting you first. i need you. and i need you to understand how important you are to me."

your hand comes up to his wrist, finger skimming over his pulse. "i do know. we're both just shitty at time management."

he snorts. "yeah, can't argue with that. but i mean it. maybe it had to take throwing a bomb at you..." you smile and, as if it's an automatic trigger, so does he, "but this is a wake-up call."

and then his lips are on yours, slow but strong, like an assurance all on their own. you return it immediately, trying to convey the same unspoken promises.

"i love you," you say when you part, and the words are so familiar on your tongue even though they haven't been used in a while. neither of you part too far, so your lips brush his as you say it.

"i love you, too." then a soft smile graces his face. "hey, on the bright side... i'm definitely getting fired."

you can't help but laugh. "oh, that's a bright side now?"

bucky shrugs, like the answer is obvious. "means i get to spend more time with you."

you're about to reply when alexei's laugh booms from the other room, followed by a shout that finally manages to reach you:

"bucky, we'll give you whatever you want, just please make it stop!"

[neeeooon]

shut me up ;

34 | unread text messages

ft. fem!reader & shidou, isagi, chigiri, nagi, kunigami, reo, bachira, sae, rin, kurona, kaiser

cw. cussing, depictions of injury, angst (IM SORRY), lots of comfort i promise, boobs mentioned (once)

“the internet thinks you’re dead. or pregnant. maybe both?” bachira said with a shrug before tossing his phone onto your couch.

you sighed through your mouth, wincing slightly when you tapped on the bandages around your face and nose. the bruising along your under eyes had subsided, but was still noticeable.

bachira gave your shoulder a squeeze and handed you a water bottle with a straw in it, smiling when you thanked him. “does it still hurt?” he asked.

“a little. it’s more sore than painful, though. did the guys say when they’re coming over?”

“are you ignoring the fact that the internet thinks you’re dead or pregnant?”

“yes,” you stated, grinning a little when you caught his eye. “the guys?” as if on cue, your front door was kicked in (it was already open), and shidou appeared with a very tired-looking itoshi duo behind him. when he saw the bandages and bruising around your eyes, his smile faltered. shidou did his best to put it back a second later and crashed onto the couch beside you.

“y/n, looking as gorgeous as ever!” he kissed the back of your hand, eyes softening when you laughed.

“whatever. are we having movie night or what? where are the others?”

sae placed two pizzas on your counter and searched around for the paper plates. “isagi and kurona went to get drinks. i reminded them no cans, you baby.” he said it like an insult, but the smile he sent over his shoulder told you otherwise.

“and kaiser?” the question slipped out before you could stop yourself, and it got quiet. frustration hit you hard enough to re-break your nose, and you sank deeper into the cushions.

shidou gave your thigh a squeeze and leaned forward so only you (and bachira, who was hovering on your left) could hear. “honey… i think you should leave it.”

your eyes burned. you hadn’t heard from kaiser since the incident. not a peep. all you knew was that he was back from the hospital and locked up in his room. he must have been sleeping in his living room, because your bedroom wall was silent.

bachira nuzzled his nose against your bare shoulder. “we don’t want you to get hurt again because of him.” you wanted to argue that it wasn’t because of him, but shidou beat you to it.

“you know it’s not his fault. it’s that crummy dad of his.”

“who he keeps in his life by sending him checks every month. of course, the dude’s gonna reach out when his source of income suddenly ghosts him.”

“what should he have done instead?”

“not get involved with our friend when he knew his dad was going to retaliate? warn her? go to the police like we’ve been saying he should do for years?”

you stood up and moved to a barstool in the kitchen, where the brothers were silently picking at their food. they stared at you for so long you felt a third eye growing. “what?” you snapped. at least, you wanted to sound snappy. instead, your voice came out stuffy and sad.

sae took the open stool next to you and gently nudged your hand with his. “it’s best if you forget about him for now.”

that’s it. pushing yourself away from the counter, you walked into your bedroom and locked the door behind you. your eyes ached as you cried, tears dampening the bandages and leaving hot trails in their wake. all you wanted to know was if he was okay. the not knowing, paired with the constant advice to leave him be, made your chest hurt and your head spin. you wanted to see him, even if it meant having him see you bruised, just as you were.

a quiet double-knock on your door made you wipe delicately at your face, and when you cracked the door open, kurona slipped in without inquiry. you opened your mouth to ask if he needed something when kurona suddenly pulled you into his chest for a hug. you stood, shocked, as he awkwardly patted your back.

“he’s okay,” he whispered, and you sucked in a breath so sharp it stung your lungs. “it’s okay to love someone like him.”

the breath left your lips as a choked sob. you threw your arms around kurona, hands gripping his shirt to stabilize yourself.

☆ 🎸

kurona helped you clean yourself up and pretend like nothing happened when you finally calmed down. he had to borrow one of your oversized band tees since his was wet with tears. the guys didn’t speak much the rest of the night, all focused on the film except for isagi, who let you fall asleep on him after noticing the puffiness not caused by your broken nose. the bandmates cleaned up as you napped, and isagi woke you up only after they’d all left.

“they’re kind of split,” isagi commented when he noticed you scrolling through your numerous unread messages to kaiser. you looked up to find him gnawing on his bottom lip. “i don’t know what’s gonna happen, but i know everything will be okay. we were able to send his dad to a holding cell in germany with all of our statements, right? even if kaiser doesn’t press charges, that… thing isn’t here anymore.”

“then why is kaiser still ignoring me?” you asked, breathlessly. “i like him, isagi. i care about him. i want him to be okay, and knowing he’s cut me out hurts.”

isagi stopped chewing his lip to run his tongue over it anxiously. he helped you stand and leaned against your bedroom door as you searched for some pajamas, awaiting his reply. isagi turned around so you could change and rubbed awkwardly at his nape. “i won’t say i know kaiser better than the guys, but i’ve known him longer. i know he uses his sex appeal or whatever as a way to cope with his past and how shitty life can be. i know he stopped when he got to know you, and i know he cut contact with his dad as a way to move past everything.”

you paused your movements to listen.

“i don’t know if kaiser is capable of feeling love for anything, not even himself, but i know he feels something for you. it’s strong enough to make him fight back in his own way.”

you didn’t want to cry anymore, but your voice wobbled dangerously as you asked, “is that why he won’t see me? cause i remind him of… of him?”

isagi spun around on instinct and thanked every higher being that you were completely dressed. “no, what?” he stepped forward and hugged your shoulders. “dude, no. never. i think kaiser is ashamed of how things went down. he may ever think he’s the reason you got hurt.”

“but he’s not—“

“i know that. i don’t think he knows that, no matter how much we tell him otherwise.”

your vision shook as you bumped your head against isagi’s collar. “i hate this.”

“i know. i’m sorry.” he gave you one last squeeze before pulling away. “also… not that it’s any of my business, but you should probably text your friends. i think they’re about ten hours away from calling the police to report you missing.”

☆ 🎸

“y/n!” chigiri screamed into the phone, snatching it out of nagi’s hands before the white-haired guy could even open his mouth. “what the fuck?! why are you ignoring us? why are the bastardz postponing their show?! where have you been?!”

releasing a shaky sigh for only you to hear, you angled the camera toward your face. you watched as chigiri’s face dropped. “y/n…”

the phone was snatched back and froze in nagi’s grip. you watched your best friend work his jaw as he tried to keep himself calm. “who. i’ll kill them.”

“nobody you know, i promise.” you pushed a hand through your hair and glanced at your picture on facetime. you’d taken the bandage off, but the bruising around your nose wasn’t too bad. the top was still a little swollen, and it was your eyes that gave away that something had broken.

reo gently pried the phone from nagi’s now-trembling grip and forced a smile to his face. “nothing a little makeup can’t fix.” he turned away from the camera and flinched when the sound of a door slamming echoed through your phone. you watched him swallow before facing you again, angling the phone so that chigiri appeared with an orange cat.

you gasped. “is that garby? he’s so big!”

the duo successfully managed to distract you with the cat for nearly ten minutes before somebody started abusing your doorbell. you glanced at chigiri and reo, who were giving you tense smiles through the screen.

“he was really worried,” reo said, and you stood up with the phone in your hand.

“i’ll text you guys later, i promise.”

“don’t forget!”

placing your phone down, you opened your door and let out a surprised yelp when nagi fell against you. you bent under his weight but didn’t shove him away as he buried his face in your neck and clung to you like a sloth would a tree. “you can’t do that,” he mumbled, words muffled against your skin.

blinking, you leaned your head against his and ran your fingers through his hair. “i know. i’m sorry.”

only when you hugged him back did you realize he was shaking. “i-i know they’re your friends, too. i know you hang out with them a lot. but you’re my best friend, okay?” pulling his face from your neck, nagi looked down at you with wet eyes that immediately made you cry. “you have to tell me these things, too. if you’re hurt, i wanna know. i can’t raise choki on my own, ‘k?”

he tried for a smile, a weak one, but you jumped up to toss your arms around him and let yourself sob into his hoodie. “i’m sorry—i didn’t want to worry you. i know it sounds stupid now, but it’s true. you’re my best friend, too, sei. i love you.”

nagi ran a hand through your hair and gripped the ends as he said, “love you, too.”

☆ 🎸

nagi fell asleep on you, his head squishing your boobs like old times, but you missed him too much to complain.

laying on your bed, you stared at your chat with kaiser. there were over a dozen messages from you, all marked delivered, all asking if he was okay or willing to talk to you.

your thumbs hovered over the keys, hesitant to type out another message, when suddenly the delivered sign under your most recent message turned to ‘read.’ you watched with wide eyes as finally, finally, three bubbles appeared on his side of the screen.

masterlist // previous (ch 33) // next (ch 35)

notes -> my period must be coming cause why is kurona making me tear up UGHHH I LOVE HIM ❤️‍🩹 a lot going on this chapter, it just kept coming out idk why but hopefully you enjoyed!

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© neeeooon, 2025

[wandasaura]

ALL BORN SUPERSTARS

summary — you don’t always have the luxury of choosing who you love in life, and your boys are leaning that through your prime example

warning(s)— established relationships, slight au themes, lesbians, dom-ish!wanda maximoff, discussions of homophobia, premature coming out, parenting moments, domestic fluff, typical third-grade boy behavior, kitchen sex, fingering, praise kink, sweet talk, pet names, nipple stimulation, orgasms, finger sucking, pride flags, school holiday cards, inner child healing moments, family dynamics, billy and tommy maximoff, men/minors dni

authors note— oh mom wanda, you have my entire heart. pride fic pride fic pride fic. enjoy !

“Billy! The bus is not going to wait for you again!” Your voice carries up the stairs of your two-story house that had once felt so lavish and grand beneath your fingertips, but with two growing boys slowly taking up more and more space that you don’t seem to have, the interior is beginning to feel suffocating even on the days where Wanda managed to keep the living room intact until after school.

Tommy swings his feet at the island, taking another bite of the waffle Wanda had lathered in with nutella as he listens to your call for his twin who hasn’t marched down the stairs yet despite you going in to wake them up an hour ago. You’d heard him get out of bed and pad across the hallway with his typical excitement and restless energy, you’d even heard the shower start without having to remind him that he’d opted out of one last night, but he’d never come back downstairs, and it never sounded like he padded back to his room either.

“What’s he doing up there?” Wanda asks Tommy, laughing softly beneath her breath as she watches you shake your head in exasperation, calling Billy’s name again with no answer.

Tommy shrugs his shoulders, ripping off another hunk of waffle with his teeth. Wanda had placed a fork and a knife right beside him, but he’d yet to pick either up, his fingers coated in this hazelnut spread and crumbs. “I dunno. He brought Mama’s nail polish in there with him.”

“Why did he need my nail polish?” Your eyebrows furrow, drawing inward as you catch your title falling off of Tommy’s lips, his mouth still full of waffles and making it challenging to piece together the broken English he mutters haphazardly.

“I dunno.” Tommy shrugs, rolling his eyes as he reaches for the glass of milk that you’d poured on request. It was always a gamble of whether they were going to want orange juice or milk, and if they both happened to want different things, it was the question of who wanted what. Very rarely could they do anything the same way to make yours and Wanda’s lives easier, and very rarely could they keep their individual interests separate from each other without eventually adopting the others preference. Tommy had once been your orange juice loving boy, always begging to make it himself with the ones he picks from Agatha’s tree, but in the last three weeks he’s consumed more milk than you can afford in this economy. Billy’s been your one on an orange juice kick, downing at least two glasses in the morning before he climbs on the bus. ”It’s pride today, right?” He perks up, suddenly remembering the date as his eyes glance at the calendar Wanda keeps on the back door.

You have a soccer game on Saturday and two baseball games on Sunday, and your following week is littered with practices for both sports and their yearly orthodontist appointment, but his eyes find something smaller, a little pink heart on the left hand side of the 28th both, a day the symbolizes the official start of yours and Wanda’s relationship ten years ago.

“Well, it’s pride for the whole month. It just starts today.” You mused, remembering the list of June’s activities that had been sent home with the boys last week. Rainbows had been splashed across the news letter, a bit on the nose, but it comforted you to know your boys were being raised in an inclusive environment when they weren’t just with you.

”Is Agatha going to have that big float at the parade again?” Tommy asks, recalling last years pride parade that ended with Agatha Vidal standing in the center of her own twelve-foot float. It was extravagant, out of budget, and entirely reflective of her own personal interests rather than the communities, but Tommy and Billy had both been talking about it nonstop since.

A burp bubbled up from his belly, and both you and Wanda sent him deadpanned stares, wondering how he’d adopted such boyish qualities being raised in a house with two lesbians. He laughed brightly, only shoveling another bite of waffle into his mouth instead of excusing himself like he knew you and Wanda wanted.

You didn’t have time to dwell on Tommy’s mannerisms because Billy came padding down the stairs finally, his hair wet and hanging over his eyes, his outfit no different than what he normally wears on a daily basis. You can’t figure out what had kept him up there for so long until you notice the splotches of multi-colored paint of his fingernails, each one a different shade taken directly from the rainbow.

“I’m bisexual.” He smiled proudly up at you, and Wanda froze behind the island, her eyes wide as she looked at him with shock making up her expression. Your open jaw slackened before you regain your composure, nodding slowly as you took in the serious gleam in Billy’s eyes.

“Do you know what that means?” You ask him simply, n leaning against the island as you smack Tommy’s thigh, warning him to get back to eating instead of staring at his brother like he’s an alien on earth.

“Yeah. It means I like boys and girls. Rio told me that.” He rolled his eyes like that was the obvious answer, and you licked your lips as it washed over you. Have kids, they said. It’ll be fun, they said. Nobody warned you about elementary schoolers coming out at seven in the morning before you had them though.

“I— Okay.” You nodded, because you knew for sure and well that his definition of ‘like’ meant that he’d be willing to play Fortnite with them if Wanda permitted the extra screen time. “And why did Rio tell you that?”

”Because he was listening to her conversation with Agatha yesterday!” Tommy blurted and Billy whined, throwing a death glare at his brother who shamelessly ratted him out. “Agatha was telling Rio that she’s bisexual because they were trying to pick shirts for the parade. Can we get shirts?”

“I…” You glanced back at Wanda, entirely speechless that you were having this conversation so early in the morning or at all. “Yes, we can have matching shirts this year. Billy, being bisexual means more than just wanting to be friends with boys and girls.”

“Oh.” Billy frowned, and Wanda laughed softly, shaking her head as she plated up another waffle spread with a layer of nutella, but Billy’s had peanut butter lathered on top too. “Okay.” He shrugged, and while it bothered you that he hadn’t even given you a chance to explain any further, you weren’t complaining about evading this conversation for another couple of years.

“Are you sure you want to go to school with your nails painted?” Wanda asked him softly when she lured him over to the table, setting a glass of orange juice down on the counter without asking if that’s even what he wanted. You’d run out of time for personal and preferences ten minutes ago.

“Yeah. It’s pride.” Billy nodded simply, taking the waffle between his fingers and biting into it the same messy way that Tommy did, ignoring the silverware that Wanda inevitably wasted time setting out.

She’s still in her pajamas, still sporting only the thin pink shorts and white t-shirt she’d been wearing last night. Her nipples harden though the thin fabric, a detail so minuscule you don’t even think she recognizes it as she moves through the kitchen, zipping lunch boxes, folding homework, getting water bottles in order, all while balancing a conversation with your nine-year-old who doesn’t look at all interested.

“I know it's pride, honey, but Mama can’t pick you up from school early today. So, if somebody says something mean about your nail polish, you’re going to have to deal with it.” It sounds harsh, and it hurts your heart to hear it, but neither one of you are prepared to send Billy into a battlefield blind even if Westviews the most accepting town you’d resided in. There are still horrors out on the street that hate the very existence of your boys just because they have two Moms. You’re not ready to hand them over to that evil yet. To let them find out fully how hated you are just because you were lucky enough to find genuine love in Wanda’s company.

“Why would they say something mean?” Tommy butts in, his eyes furrowed together in confusion you wish you had longer to protect fully.

“Well, people are mean about all kinds of things sometimes. Some point think only girls can paint their nails, and some people think only boys can wear blue or play fortnite. Not everything is going to think it’s cool that Billy painted his nails.”

“I don’t care.” Billy shrugged, ripping off another mouthful of waffle that he immediately chased with a gulp of orange juice. At nine-years-old, neither of the boys have learned how to eat breakfast at a normal enough pace to avoid backwash in their drinks, and nine years into parenting later it still unsettles you just as much as it did in the first year of their lives.

“I’ll protect him if anyone says anything mean! Aunt Yelena taught me how to make a really good fist!” Tommy bubbles, recalling the last time Yelena and Natasha had made a trip out from Manhattan to come and see the boys on Halloween.

“You don’t punch anyone unless they punch you first.” Wanda warns, and you laugh at her acceptance of violence if it’s warranted. You didn’t have to wonder how she’d gotten to be so hard hearted at times, you knew the sob story of her life and the blood that stains her hands even if none of the deaths that haunt her were her fault, but it still amazes you how somebody so gentle and soft can be an absolute reckoning.

“Oh! The bus is here!” Billy gasps when he hears the ties screech outside, jumping off of the stool after he shoved the last bit of waffle into his mouth. He didn’t even glance down at his nails in a moment of hesitation before he grabbed his prepped backpack off the table and booked it around to counter to hug Wanda’s waist and then yours.

Tommy was next, following Billy out of the house with an enthusiastic, “Bye Mommy! Bye Mama!’

The second they were gone, the front door closed, the bus pulling away and out of sight once the doors were closed and both boys were sitting down in a seat, you inched toward Wanda, wrapping your arms around her waist and squeezing tight as you sank into her.

“I hope he has a good day.” You voice your worry into the pit of her neck, your words vibrating her skin that’s still flush and warm from the hours of uninterrupted sleep she’d gotten beneath your head and body weight.

“We can’t shield them forever, detka.” Wanda reminds you painfully, her eyes filled with delicate conflation that fills your heart with the same emotional pause. These are your babies, your precious boys. It pains you to know that just loving them paints a target on their backs. A million steps forward in society and still not enough to recognize you and Wanda as equals anywhere you stepped.

“They’re still so little.” You whisper, wondering where your babies had gone, even though they were still just little boys in this big world. They still slept in beds with race car sheets, they still requested bedtime stories and new light bulbs in their respective nightlights. They were still yours to protect, not feed to the wolves and the cold blooded haters in the world on a silver platter. “I can call off my meeting. Get some chores done around here, make sure he doesn’t need someone to pick him up.”

“You’re not rescheduling again. The first time was because Tommy had the flu, and then Billy had pink eye, and then they both had bronchitis. This meeting will never get finished if you keep pushing it off. And if he really needs us, I can move my session with Mrs. Hart to tomorrow. Okay?” Wanda asked, but when you didn’t answer, your thoughts stuck on Billy getting cornered by someone bigger than him, Wanda grabbed at your chin, guiding your attention back to her. “Okay?”

“Okay.” You whispered, getting lost in her endless green eyes. She smiled wickedly, her pink lips curving upwards into a cunning grin as she analyzed your features that were slowly turning dark with lust as she pulled your thoughts away from the kids and onto her and only her.

“You’ve been undressing me all morning.” She notes, letting you know that your ogling hadn’t been as discreet as you’d initially thought. Your eyes flickered down to her nipples at the reminder of their pebbled state, your fingers latching onto them tantalizingly as you pinched and pulled. Wanda gasped, her head thrown back as the sensations of pleasure took her by surprise. “I thought that’s what got you going.” She hummed, drawing a finalized conclusion now that your touch was clawing at her through the fabric of her t-shirt. ”Was last night not enough for you? You were asleep before I even came out of the bathroom.”

“Because somebody pulled four orgasms out of me before they even took the strap out.” You rebutted, defending yourself against her even though it was futile. Wanda grinned at the memory of last night, keeping you quiet with only her fingers and her mouth when they weren’t ravishing your core. The boys were down the hall, both soundly asleep, unaware of how you chose to ring in pride with your wife, and the horror of waking them up kept you quiet in the moments that nothing filled your mouth.

“Are you complaining?” She sings, trailing her fingers down your arms, curling them into the hem of your top. She lets the fabric lift just slightly, her fingertips ghosting over your skin as she presses you against the island countertop.

”Never.” You grinned, looping your arms around her neck and pulling her into a passionate kiss that conveys all of the emotions you’ll never be able to name. Wanda groans when your teeth sink into her bottom lip, pulling it away before you let it pop with a grin. ”I have twenty minutes before I need to get in the shower.” You breathe against her lips, and Wanda needs no further invitation to feel you against her fingers before you have to comply with the day's set schedule.

“I only need ten.” She mutters cockily, tapping your thigh with three fingers until you widen your stance, spinning around until your belly is facing the brunt of the pressure from the edge of the counter digging into soft skin. You don’t have to ask how Wanda wants you, after so many years of spontaneous sex anywhere but your bedroom, you just know how she likes your body positioned for specific encounters. “Fuck, you’re so wet already.” She gasps when her fingers probe the hem of your panties and sleep shorts, the loose material allowing her fingers access without much hassle or maneuvering. The restriction of the fabric against your clit is intoxicating, but it gets even better when she shifts her fingers and lets two digits rub circles around your clit.

“Well when you look at me like that wearing that…” You trail off, your voice high and light as her fingers spark pleasure, wetness dripping from your hole as you clench around nothing, begging for something more that she’s not ready to give you yet.

Wanda bubbles with laughter, because if you were thinking clearly, you’d remember that Billy had gifted her these pajamas for Mother’s day, and the image of his excited face would ruin the mood instantly. “Okay, detka.” She concedes, pressing a kiss into the back of your neck before she eases a finger into your tight walls and then another. She doesn’t push three, doesn’t even seem like she wants to go that hard right now, she just wants to connect with you in a way she’s legally allowed to, something she still can’t do in Sokovia. “You take me so well.”

You groan, dropping your forehead to rest on your forearms on the counter as she works your walls open, her knuckles curling until she’s pressing into that spot inside of you that makes you head spin and your pulse quicken. “Fuck, Wands. Right there.”

“Good girl.” Wanda praises, and that only further does your head in, a pathetic whimper crawling up your throat as your fingers claw at the countertops, trying to find something to brace yourself on as pleasure comes crashing over you before you can warn her. The sensitivity of last night wrecks you in tandem with her gentle thrusts to ease you through the aftermath of your climax, and you scramble to push her hand away when it becomes too much, your chest rising and falling with heavy breaths. ”Clean them.” She demands softly, spinning you around and feeding you her fingers with a pleased smile on her lips.

When she’s satisfied, pulling her digits away, she grins, glancing at the clock on the wall. “Three minutes to spare. Sit down and have a waffle.” She demands and you can only oblige with the request, never dreaming of going against her simple wishes when complying gets you exactly where you are now.

There wasn’t any need to panic about Billy, because when he’d stumbled home from school, half of the nail polish already chipping off and clinging to his sweatshirt, he beamed brightly and told you that Jack thought his nails were cool, and that he was going to ask his sister to paint his red the next time she pulled all her bottle of varnish out. Wanda had grinned and embraced him tightly, glad to see that her warning had been for nothing rather than a necessary preparation.

“Oh! And we made you these at recess. There’s bees on the playground so we stayed inside.” Billy bubbled, pulling out of Wanda’s embrace to dig through his backpack. Tommy grinned with him, following his lead as he unzipped the Mario bag he’d insisted on getting and pulled out a folded piece of green construction paper. Billy’s was blue, and he handed it to Wanda with a proud smile while Tommy handed you his.

‘Happy Pride’ was written in the worst chicken starch handwritten you’d seen, but it warms your heart to see his little writing all scratched out in crayon in front of a picture of four stick figures and a purple heart. Wanda’s red head was colored with marker, twirling strands of red lines forming her wonky circle head. The detail to the green of her eyes stuck with you, and you turned a smile on Tommy as you wrestled him into your embrace, tickling his ribs and kissing all over his face until he huffed and shoved you away.

“Thank you, buddy.” Wanda smiled at Billy, holding a hand out for your card without a word. She put them on the fridge with two Mickey shaped magnets, and Billy and Tommy high-fived with pride as they analyzed their work. “Go get changed. We have time for grilled cheese before practice.” Wanda instructed, already falling into the standard after school routine.

You smiled at her from across the kitchen when the boys ran upstairs, their backpacks forgotten about on the floor. “How did we get so lucky?”

“A few thousand hundred thousand dollars and a good sperm donor?” Wanda teases, but you know she’s just as speechless as you when it comes to your boys and their lightness in your lives. “I love you.” You hum, still dressed in your work clothes, itching to be let out of your slacks and leather shoes.

“I love you.” Wanda hums back, pecking your lips before she taps your hip and points upstairs. “You too. Upstairs. Go get changed.” She commands and you laugh, stealing one last kiss before you turn on your heels.

“Yes ma’am.” You utter with a silly salute, wondering how you’d ever been lucky enough to find her and built this life from scratch at all.

[enwoso]

empty spot | alessia russo x child!reader

grumpy masterlist

the sleek black suv rolled slowly into st george's park, its tires crunching the gravel as the early morning sun broke over the training grounds. a light breeze rustled the flags hoisted along the fences — england's colors flying proud.

inside the car, you bounced in your booster seat, gripping your esme the elephant and plastic gold medal in the other. your curls were tied up in two puffs, slightly messy from all the jumping you'd done in excitement at home that morning.

"are we there yet?" you asked for the fourth time in the past hour, eyes wide with excitement. "are they all here already?"

leah glanced at alessia and grinned. "remind you of someone?"

alessia laughed as she turned in her seat to check on you. "yes. you, before every england camp. only you would do it just a little quieter.."

"hey, ‘m not loud!."

as the car came to a stop, you could barely wait for the doors to unlock. leah stepped out and helped unload their bags while alessia scooped you up into her arms.

"okay, lovie," alessia whispered, nuzzling your cheek. "you ready to show everyone your medal."

the training ground was already alive — teammates milling about in clusters, the coaching staff waving, the buzz of excitement still lingering from the arsenal girls recent champions league victory.

though it had been a scrappy hard-fought match, the celebrations afterward were even harder. alessia and leah had, had about eight hours of sleep since the final on saturday.

they were barely through the gate before ella spotted them. "finally! look who dragged themselves away from the confetti and sangria!" she called, jogging over.

keira followed, pulling leah into a hug. "congrats, you played amazing."

more players gathered quickly — georgia, lucy, alex — all offering back-pats, congratulations, and coos towards you.

"you brought my favourite little russo," ella announced, lifting you from alessia's arms and spinning her gently. "i've missed you!"

you wrapped your arms tightly around ella's neck, giggling. "auntie ella! mummy and mama beat barcelona!"

"i saw! they were amazing."

as the adults chatted and caught up, you began to look around the growing circle of familiar faces. you waved shyly at lauren, who waved back with a bright smile, then at lucy, who offered you a goofy thumbs-up.

but your brows slowly knit together as she scanned the group, there was one voice you hadn't heard yet. "where mazza?" you asked.

the question came innocently, softly, but it brought a hush that wasn't lost on alessia. ella paused, her arms still around you. "...oh i-, um..."

you looked up at your auntie ella, confused by the sudden silence. "mazza always comes. is she late?"

ella bit her lip and looked toward alessia, unsure. "less... you didn't tell her?"

alessia chest tightened a little as leah shifted beside her. "no" alessia said quietly, stepping forward. "we didn't think she'd notice this soon..."

but of course you had. mary was one of your favorite and had been there for a while — the one who gave you goalie gloves for your birthday, who taught you the ‘mary stomp’ celebration, who always snuck you chocolate bars even when your mummy had told you that you weren't to have one.

you turned back toward her mum. "where is she, mummy?"

alessia crouched down to meet your blue eyes, brushing a stray curl from her face. "come sit with me for a sec, lovie."

alessia lead you to a quieter corner, where there was a few blue couches, just out of earshot from the group. leah followed, placing a gentle hand on alessia's waist but letting her take the lead.

alessia held your hand, your mummy's voice soft. "baby, i need to tell you something kind of grown-up, okay?"

you nodded slowly, your legs dangling off the edge of the couch. "mary's not coming to england camp anymore. she's... she's decided to retire from playing for the national team."

you frowned. "what do you mean? mazza loves england."

"she still does. so much," leah added. "but sometimes, when you've been doing something for a long time, and it's taken a lot of energy, you need to make space for other things. things like resting, or being closer to family."

"she's not gone forever," alessia said quickly. "she's still going to play football, just not for england anymore. and she still loves you."

"b-but... mazza promised she'd come braid my hair before training. she promised."

alessia's heart cracked at the tremble in your voice. "i know, lovie. i think... i know she wanted to tell you herself, but i think it was just too hard."

tears began to well up in your eyes. "she didn't even say goodbye."

leah sat beside you and wrapping you in an arm, kissing you curls. "she'll get the send off she deserves after the euros, how about we call her now? i bet she'd want to explain."

you nodded, rubbing your eyes with your sleeve. alessia pulled out her phone and opened facetime. mary's name popped up with a little lion emoji next to it one you hadn't insisted that your mummy had next to her name. alessia tapped the screen.

it barely rang twice.

"ou oi! look at these champions!" mary's voice rang out, bright and familiar as her face filled the screen. but her expression softened instantly when mary saw you, teary-eyed in your mums' arms. "hey... hey, little one. what's wrong?"

you crossed your arms a frown appearing on your face. "i mad at you."

mary's face fell and she knew immediately why. "oh, little one."

"you didn't come. you didn't even tell me."

mary exhaled, her voice dropping. "i know, and i'm so sorry. i should've called you. i just... didn't know how to say it without crying, and you know i'm not very good at that stuff."

your bottom lip trembled. "but why? you're the best goalie. you save everything."

mary smiled softly. "that means so much to me, little one. really it does. but sometimes, even when your body is strong, your heart needs a rest. i've been playing for england for a long time, and i've loved every second. but now i want to make space for new things... maybe coach little goalkeepers. maybe go see more of the world. maybe just sleep in."

"but whose gonna sneak me chocolate now. i still need you. mummy needs you."

"i'm still here," mary said. "i'll always be here. you can call me anytime and i'll always answer. and i know someone who'll sneak you chocolate and i'll let them know there mission but i can't reveal my sources when grown up ears are around" mary smiled as she pointed to your mummy and mama, you nodding slowly.

you sniffled. "you do?"

"course i do. can't let the chocolate monster down?"

after a pause, you reached toward the screen and said softly, "okay. but i still a little mad."

mary grinned. "fair enough. you're allowed. i love you, little one."

"i love you too." as the call ended, alessia pulled you into her lap, holding you close. the two of you sat there in the quiet for a minute, just breathing, before you looked up. "do you think if i practice really hard, i can be the goalie one day?"

alessia smiled through the ache in her chest. "with mary as your coach? you'd be unstoppable."

[ldydeath]

Bullshit | Kwon Ji-yong (G-Dragon)

Summary: Jiyong gets jealous of your friendship with Jackson Wang after seeing some texts. Word Count: 1888 Warnings: Jeslousy, Jiyong being a big dumb in a cute way, fluff, slight nsfw? Like very light hand stuff but no actual smut. Author’s Note: this idea came to me after joining Jackson’s broadcast channel. Its just a silly little thing to get me back into writing. I’ve never written for Jackson before so be gentle. And of course the word count is 1888. Ji is in my head I swear.

Jiyong wasn’t the type to get jealous. At least that’s what he’d thought until he’d met you. It wasn’t that he was insecure or doubted your relationship, he knew what you had was solid. He just didn’t like to share. So when you’d met Jackson at his concert in Korea and become friends he hadn’t cared at first.

He still liked to pretend he didn’t care. He knew you’d been a fan of his music, knew he was a good person, a good friend. But it drove him crazy anytime he saw Jackson around you. Especially now that he’d seen that stupid notification.

He hadn’t meant to see it. Hadn’t been spying. You were showing him a funny fan edit when the notification bar had dropped down.

In hotel. Currently.

Why the fuck was he telling you he was in his hotel? Jiyong wasn’t having that. He’d spent the rest of the night trying to hide his pout. This was supposed to be a good week. His best friend was back out in the world, in the same city as the festival he was set to perform at no less. The three of you had been having fun all week sneaking around behind cameras to go to dinners and art museums around Los Angeles and then Jackson had showed up.

As the two of you arrived at sound check, there he was. Talking to one of the producers. Why was he even there? His stuff was on Sunday. Jiyong glared as you let go of his hand and made your way to him.

“Jackson!” You grinned, pulling your friend in for a hug. Completely unaware of Jiyong’s seething.

“Hey!” He hugged you back, his eyes finding Jiyong who nodded. “How are you?”

“Great! Tired. Jet lag is a bitch. I honestly don’t know how you guys do this all the time.”

Jackson laughed and Jiyong’s head whipped around. He’d turned for a second to get his equipment ready when he heard the laugh. This wasn’t going to work. He rolled his shoulders and made his way over to you, his arm wrapping loosely around you.

“Hi Jiyong.” Jackson bowed respectfully. Jiyong didn’t return the bow, just nodded his head.

“You scooping out the acts or something?” There was a slight edge to Jiyong’s voice.

“No, I knew you two were here today and wanted to show my support.”

“Oh. Well, I’d invite you to hang out after but we’ll be busy. If you catch my drift.” Your eyes shot up towards Jiyong who was now smirking.

“Oh yeah, that’s cool.” Jackson shrugged, his brows raising in confusion.

“Well. I better get up there.” He waved to Jackson before leaning in to kiss you.

After soundcheck you’d met Jiyong backstage and headed back to the hotel. You spent the rest of the evening resting in the hotel, watch live streams of Seunghyun killing his return to the spotlight. Jiyong sending him encouraging texts while you showed him all the fan edits of the two of them.

It was fun watching the fans freak out because Gtop was in the same city, as if they didn’t live down the street from each other back home. Jiyong was laughing at the newest reel when another message from Jackson popped up about going to bed. He saw red. He’d remind you tomorrow just how silly it was for you to be talking like this with Jackson.

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Jiyong rolled his eyes as the name popped back into his head. He needed to focus. He went on in an hour and all he could think about was how you’d be watching from the front row with him.

“You ok?” Your voice broke him from his thoughts and he cleared his throat as he popped his knuckles.

“Peachy.” He mumbled, a small smile finding its way to his face.

“Okay. Come on, let’s color your tips”

It had become tradition at this point to spray his tips before every show. Something you enjoyed doing for him. He didn’t trust a lot of people with his hair but this was something easy, to test the waters, and you were happy to do it.

“Nah. I’m going full pink.” He smirked and leaned in to place a kiss on your cheek.

You put the bottle down and watched him make his way to the sink. Thirty minutes later his beautiful white locks that you’d barely gotten to appreciate because two months wasn’t long enough, were now pink. He stood in front of you with a smirk.

“What do you think?”

“The fangirls are going to go crazy tonight.” You grinned as you looked at the finished product.

His hair now fully styled for the night. You leaned up to fix the collar on his blue jacket. It was much different from the rose suit he usually wore out on stage, but this look was doing it for you.

“Go, there’s a VIP section up front for you, Jaeho will take you. I’ll see you after.”

“Ok. Love you.”

Just as you were about to leave, he grabbed your arm and spun you around, his infamous smirk on his lips. Before you could ask what he was doing, his lips were on yours. His hand roaming down to your ass and he gave it a gentle squeeze. You gasped, which he took advantage of by slipping his tongue into your mouth. His hand moving from your ass to slip under your skirt, rubbing the thin material of your panties. Just enough to tease you.

“See you after.” He smirked as he pulled away. You glared at him as you made your way out of the trailer.

You made your way to the front row, with Jaeho leading the way and were surprised to find Jackson as well as a few other artists there.

“Hey!” You waved as you pulled your day-g out of your pocket.

“Hey. Is he good?” Jackson’s head nodded to the stage and your brows furrowed.

“Yeah? Why?”

“He just seemed kind of off yesterday.”

“Oh.” You waved your hand, as if blowing off his behavior. “He gets weird before shows sometimes, he’s fine. I wouldn’t worry about it.”

The music started and you cheered as the DJs intro set came out. It lasted longer than you would’ve liked, but once the intro to Power started you no longer felt like Jiyong’s girlfriend. You felt like a fan.

When he didn’t come out right away you led the crowd in a Kwon Jiyong chant, knowing he’d eat it up. When he finally emerged he was oozing in confidence. He’d slowly been getting G-Dragon back week after week, but tonight was different.

He didn’t have to hype himself up to do his swag check chant it finally just came naturally. His movements were smooth, sure, like the stage was made for him. Seeing him this way was hot.

“Good job, Jiyong!” You yelled. His eyes roaming around loooking for you.

“Who said that?” He peered out into the crowd, eyes finally landing on you. “Was it you?” You nodded and he crouched down, pointing at you with a smirk. “Thank you.” He sassed, a playful smirk on his lips as he stood back up to finish the song.

He hadn’t missed the fact that you were standing with Jackson and as much as he wanted to step off the stage and punch him, he couldn’t. So he put his energy into making sure he gave you the best performance he could muster today.

He tried to mix things up a bit, doing a remix of Drama, the DJ adding the air horn effect wasn’t doing it for you or him. You could see him trying not to laugh every time it went off. You and Jackson had started counting down to it at this point. It was definitely going to be something you laughed at for years to come.

When it was time for the Too Bad dance break, you cheered the loudest. This was always your favorite part. So when he started singing We’re up all night to get lucky and his eyes found yours, you blushed. This song was one of the ones you two sang to each other as a joke and now he was singing it to you in front of the largest crowd you’d seen. He winked at you before finishing the song.

And just like that, the night was over. Jackson walked you back to the artist only area since Jaeho was busy doing his job. Jiyong spotted you coming and walked over to you both, the smirk still on his face.

“Thanks for bringing my girl back safely, Magic Mike.” He smirked, shaking Jackson’s hand.

“Yeah? No problem?” Jackson scratched the back of his head before walking over to talk to Chaerin.

“You were amazing!” You gushed leaning up to plant a kiss on his lips.

“Better than Jackson?” He whined.

“Ji, what?” You weren’t sure what Jackson had to do with this.

“I saw the messages. On instagram.” You blinked at him and he sighed. “At the hotel? At the gym? Going to bed.” He rolled his eyes and you let out a snort.

“Are you serious?” He nodded. “One. You’re an idiot. I’m not sneaking around with Jackson. Two. It’s his broadcast channel.”

“His what?” He cut you off, confusion on his face.

“His broadcast channel. To connect with fans. He just overshares more than everyone else and I’ve been meaning to mute the chat altogether but keep forgetting.” You pulled out your phone, handing it to Jiyong to investigate.

After a few minutes of scrolling, Jiyong’s face flushed, clearly embarrassed for thinking the worst of you both.

“Oh.” You nodded, taking your phone back.

“Oh indeed.” You grinned. “You’re so lucky I love your dumb ass. “Jackson!” You turned finding your friend who made his way back over to you guys. “I believe Ji has something he’d like to say to you.”

Jiyong rolled his eyes before turning to Jackson, “I didn’t know what a broadcast channel was and thought you were trying to move in on my girl. So I’m sorry for acting weird.”

“Hey, can’t blame you. She’s a catch anyone with eyes can see that. But we all respect you a little too much to try and ruin your life, Hyung.” He paused. “How are you chronically online and don’t know what a broadcast channel is? You old, man.”

“Go away.” Jiyong laughed. Jackson bowed and walked off.

“Come on.” You grabbed Jiyong’s hand and basically yanked him to start moving towards the exit.

“Where are we going?” He ran to keep up with you.

“To finish what you started before your set.”

“I haven’t even changed yet!” He tried to yank his arm free. “You gotta let up your grip, you’re hurting me.”

“You’re not changing.” You turned to face him, your grip not loosening. “You look fucking hot and we gotta go now.”

Jiyong smirked and shook his head as he followed you out. It may have been a misunderstanding but he was glad to know you still only had eyes for him after all this time. That was the only confidence boost he’d ever really need. He was lucky to have you and be loved by you.

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[jsooly]

death in the family (8) / sully family x human!daughter/sister!reader

synopsis, you and tarsem get along pretty well. too well.

note, lemme know how far i can go with the romance !! i have so many intimate/spicy ideas in mind, but do you guys want them?

(MASTERLIST)

/

a younger tarsem occupied your dreamscape. recollections of curious glances, teasing words, and romps in the mud resurfaced, reminding you that for every uncomfortable memory you had of your childhood, there were five great ones.

when the clan children were very young, they didn't try to hide their interest in your existence. you looked different, but you did the same things: hunted, spoke, ate like them... for a few years, they treated you like any other na'vi child. as you grew and they began to understand the threats facing their people, they separated themselves from you.

humans forced their way onto their planet, and even the good ones were held at a distance by the clan. you couldn't blame them for their animosity. you, like the other humans, were a reminder of what they lost. it weighed your frustration and sadness with a guilt you couldn't shake. but it wasn’t about you—not really. it never had been. reminding yourself of that fact was the only way you navigated living with the omaticaya.

you thought you'd be fine living out at the lab on your own, but... home is home. and home was among the clan, for better or for worse. tarsem's invitation became increasingly tantalizing the more you thought of it.

your comm buzzed, snapping you out of your thoughts. you sat up abruptly, paging through. "spider?"

you were met with silence despite the initial connection. you continued on. "the plan didn't work. someone got in the way, but i can—"

"don't worry about it." his words cut through yours.

you paused, brows scrunching in mild confusion. "don't... what? try again?"

"i appreciate your help, really. i do. i've heard the last few times you tried to call me, and i'm sorry i didn't respond, but you don't have to check in on me anymore. i'm not in any immediate danger, and... i'm doing fine, actually."

what? "spider, i don't—" the line dropped, but you still called out to him. "spider?"

no response.

you frowned, removing your fingers from your comm. don't need rescue? doing fine? without his intel of his whereabouts, it would be nearly impossible to keep track of quaritch's covert team. you sighed and massaged your temples. you tried your best for spider, but if he didn't want to help the rescue efforts, there was little you could do.

you made a promise to continue to check in on him despite his instructions. quaritch understood people. if they could be manipulated, he was on it. a kid like spider was especially vulnerable to offers of comfort and belonging. evidently, he'd been getting comfortable.

you groaned and rose to your feet. you eyed your weapons satchel.

well, tarsem, you thought as you slung it over your shoulder. you win this time.

you informed norm of your departure before seeking out katir to return to high camp.

/

seems you didn't really think this through.

under no circumstances would you trust katir around the clan's banshees—those were like low-hanging fruit snacks to the big guy. you two were still learning each other, and one thing about him was that he was always hungry. he was growing, after all.

speaking of growth—you weren't sure high camp had the space to support him. the cave spaces the people inhabited were narrow enough for ikran, but not for a slotsyal.

you pursed your lips as you stewed in thought. katir warbled underneath you, voicing his confusion of your continued cruise through the air.

you rubbed his neck. "hang tight, kitkat. you'll be okay on your own, yeah? a few days just hanging around?"

he chirped.

"okay. let's set down over here." you guided him to a floating mountain a couple minutes out from high camp. with another firm pat, katir lowered his head to allow you to dismount.

his eyes followed you as you stretched, then constricted upon hearing the war cries of na'vi approaching from the skies. your head shot up, peering at the descending ikran and their bonded partners, spears and arrows poised for attack.

"wait!" you yelled, waving your arms to make yourself visible. their flight stuttered, reflecting the confusion of their riders at your proximity to a stormglider without being... you know, eaten.

you gently nudged katir's head down from his defensive position, like you've seen jake do with direhorses when they grow agitated. his breath puffed from his nostrils in an angry rhythm, shaking his head in frustration. you whispered soothing words to him as the na'vi landed on the flat mountaintop in front of you.

"(this is the rogue stormglider.)" one rider snapped in na'vi, bow still pulled taut. "(what are you doing?)"

you held up your hands to placate them. "(he is tame.)"

"(how would you know?)" they retorted.

you rolled your eyes lightly. "(i've spent a couple days with him. trust me, if he wanted to harm me, he had many opportunities to do so.)"

"mawey." tarsem's ikran came shrieking down from its bird's-eye perch, landing between the scouts and you. he slid off, pushing down his people's bows. "(she speaks the truth. the stormglider is tame by her own hands.)"

you let out a shaky breath when you saw the surprise paint the scouts' faces, stepping back with a nod. with their weapons lowered and holstered, katir no longer perceived a threat and relaxed. he turned into you, nuzzling his snout into your side. you smiled and stroked the crest of his head.

the scouts observed you, and you swore you saw something close to respect in their gaze. you bowed your head slightly, a small smile on your lips.

when they smiled back, you had a feeling that everything was going to be okay.

/

with katir protected from the clan's hunt, you left him to roam freely in his natural habitat high above the forest.

you rode to high camp on tarsem’s ikran. thank the great mother you were sitting behind him, because you don’t know how you’d deal with that smug smile on his. he probably thought he was so persuasive to get you to come back home after just one day of talking to you. 

you scoffed but couldn’t stop your smile. "i can tell you want to say something."

"like what?"

"i told you so?"

"risk gloating in front of you?" tarsem glanced over his shoulder with a grin. "i learned my lesson yesterday."

"yeah, and what’s that?"

he pursed his lips in thought. "you are stubborn, like your father. headstrong, like your mother. i have seen elders go up against them and get a mouthful. i can say now that i share that experience."

you shook your head, laughing softly. "good or bad experience?"

"you're coming home, are you not?" he smiled to himself, happiness seeping into his tone. "unlike those elders, it seems i got the last word against a sully. i will be remembered for generations."

you giggled. "don't get used to it."

"if this is the only thing i win from you in our lives," he continued, softer. "i will die a happy man."

you fell quiet, letting the breeze speak for the remainder of the journey.

with a squawk and fluttering of wings, tarsem and the scouts landed back in high camp. the passing na'vi did not pay much mind to their arrival—after all, regular patrols were a part of life now that the RDA was back.

tarsem adjusted his loincloth as he dropped to the ground, offering his hand. you raised an eyebrow, finding his behavior amusing.

tarsem was always popular. he was strong, quick, masterful with weapons—a real prodigy if there ever was one. when whispers that he might be the next olo'eyktan spread through the clan, betrothals were offered up left and right. he was always sought after, and you personally witnessed some attempts yourself.

seeing the other side of it—him seeking you—was a pleasant surprise.

he didn't have parents that would make him feel as though he needed to be threatened by you, making him the closest thing to a friend outside of your own family. from childhood to adolescence, you believed his fascination with you was childlike curiosity.

but you weren't children anymore. and what lingered between you was no longer curiosity. it was interest. intent. the kind of attention that was far from innocent.

your hand slipped in his and you jumped off his ikran.

he cleared his throat as he walked through the camp. "i have a place for you to stay. quiet, far away from the chatter of the clan."

you smiled appreciatively. "thanks."

"close to my tent." tarsem' continued while his eyes tracked those who passed you with odd looks. "if you have problems, you can come to me."

"as i've demonstrated yesterday, i'm sure i can handle myself."

"i agree with you." he replied, glancing down at you. "i only suggest that you do not have to do it alone."

i don't want to. it’d be nice not to, seemed like the perfect thing to say. but you opted for another smile.

he led you to your designated tent. it was just like the one you shared with your siblings months ago: beads and designs woven into the threads of the canopy, crates for belongings, a computer for updates.

"this is perfect," you praised. "thank you."

"this is your home. you have no one to thank." tarsem said firmly, but his kindness was not lost on you.

/

days and days passed without much excitement. the news of your feat with your stormglider spread like wildfire. when you decided to roam the camp grounds, you were no longer met with odd looks. there was a respect around your name, and it seemed as though your clan was finally accepting you as you were. as one of them.

you visited mo'at and gave her updates of the family: where they were, what they were up to, what you'd seen with your own eyes. you regaled her with the story of pseudo-bonding with katir, cocking your head when she smiled widely, a soft chuckle on her lips.

"i told you eywa does not make mistakes." she hummed, brushing your hair. you mind traveled back to the day your family left, recalling the first time a woodsprite made its way up to high camp. "your father echoes in you."

your father.

another thing you were soon coming to terms with. now that your reputation was growing amongst the people, you were learning that many thought of you as an extension of jake sully. the only difference between the two of you was that you had no avatar—otherwise, the physical prowess and risk-taking was practically identical. you were the last remaining sully in the clan, and they treated you as such. the name—your name carried a weight they couldn't ignore.

you and tarsem often flew together. when it became hard to communicate atop katir given his size, he improvised and took you out on his hunting trips instead. you were a clean shot, after all.

after handing off the game to the clan, you would both crash. more often in your tent than his, after you got an unwelcome surprise visit from a scout one time and rumors spread.

he talked a lot. you figured with his new responsibility as olo'eyktan, he didn't have many people to talk with anymore. everyone looked to him for the answers. he had to be strong, for their sakes.

your tent was special to him for that reason—a place where he doesn't have to be strong. you understood what he was going through, seen your mother console your father many times with varying results. even the greatest leaders feel small sometimes.

after another successful hunt, you and tarsem made your way through the sleeping camp to your tent.

he dropped against the wall with a groan, rolling his shoulders as he shrugged off his weapons. you chuckled at his antics, setting your bow and arrows down as well.

you sat beside him, offering some water you collected on your night out. he accepted it happily.

tarsem observed you with a careful eye. he pulled at your clothes. "you need new things."

"hm?" you glanced down. your clothes were in a rough shape. every branch you ran into and every puddle you splashed in added up, and it was strikingly obvious. "i guess so. i'll stop by the lab tomorrow to—"

"no. get rid of this sky demon attire. wear the people's clothing."

"omaticaya dress?" you asked incredulously.

"yes."

you laughed dryly. "yeah, sure."

"sarcasm?"

"yes."

he rolled his eyes, sitting up straighter and unintentionally towering over where you sat. "i am serious."

you gave him a weird look. "get rid of this sky demon attire. you're forgetting what i am."

"the body does not always reflect the soul." he countered with a shrug. "your father is proof of this."

you snorted, pausing to study him when he didn't even blink. he really was serious, and for some reason that made you laugh harder. "you're serious."

"i said i was, yes."

"do you want everyone to see me naked?" you whispered urgently, disbelief on your tongue.

"i do not understand. naked?"

"without clothing."

he scoffed, gesturing to the sky in exasperation. "silly tawtute concerns. this is normal."

"normal for you." you shot back. "not for me!"

"it will become normal." tarsem retorted as though you were being unreasonable. when he heard you laughing, his frown deepened. "you make fun."

"no." you insisted slowly, though the grin on your face was undeniable. "i'm just not sure people need to see all that. i won't be able to move like i do if i'm worried about flashing everyone."

"flashing?" he repeated confusedly.

your mouth hung open for a moment. you knew that nudity wasn't even an issue for na'vi. as such, you quickly realized they had no concept for things like flashing. to tarsem, you were just babbling on with no good reason to reject his idea.

"flashing is like... exposing myself." you explained weakly.

you expected him to continue to argue with you. but his eyes flickered and a slow smile spread on his lips. "move how you want, ngatsyìp (little one). nothing about you should be hidden. nothing."

your hand shot out to swat his arm, the grin on your face failing to cover up your flustered state. your cheeks were warm, fueling the fire that allowed you to curse, "skxawng!" (idiot!)

he laughed brightly, gathering your wrists in one hand and tugging you to the floor beside him. he easily held you down, but then again, you were half-heartedly resisting.

"i will find beads and feathers for you. you will try them."

"is that an order?" you teased, challenge in your tone.

tarsem matched your taunt with one of his own. "you love to test my authority, ngatsyìp. push me and see that i know how to handle you."

/

in awa'atlu, jake couldn't sleep. fatherly instincts, perhaps?

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[biwitchenergyz]

That Thing Called Love

Chapter 1 of 3: Blackberries and Pecans (Next)

(Warnings! This work contains references to suicide, period-typical racism and sexism, as well as mentions of the KKK, plus I take elements from other vampire lore (ex; shapeshifting)

(Title from the song That Thing Called Love by Mamie Smith, considered the "First Lady of the Blues". The song is also referenced in this, and she is an incredible woman!)

“Promise me you’ll take your bag!” Annie places the finishing touches on the amulet, blowing out the candles she lit around the house. She was rushing to get it done before nightfall, but she was a mere minute too late. You watched the sunset from her window; the colorful glow made the world appear hopeful.

“Don’t talk to strangers and don't let anybody in.” Annie chided as she tied the mojo bag around your neck. She was always suspicious of the dark, and when you told her you walked to her place from your own, she practically begged you to spend the night. You refused, reminding her your cat was waiting for you and he wouldn't take kindly to missed meals. 

“I ain’t a little girl anymore, Ann! I know all about the creatures of the night.” With gentle hands, you adjusted the delicate bag around your neck. “Few folks have called me one from time to time.” Annie laughed at that, finally relaxing as you headed for the door. 

“I'd better be seeing you tomorrow! We’ve got shopping to do.” Your sister was strange in her affection. She was not used to expressing her love with words of comfort. Often, it came in the form of actions and commands. “Don’t forget. Farmers market at two pm!” 

You waved her off, sensing her follow you outside, where she stood watching as you made your way to the tree line. “Bye, Annie!” You shouted, waltzing into the woods, sticking to the manmade path that you knew by heart. When you looked back, Annie was gone, and the trees were blocking your view of her little house. 

The moon lit your path as she always did. You would never tell anyone, but during these walks, you enjoyed talking to her. She listened with an open heart, and you often found yourself performing for her. 

There were nights when you repeated poetry or lines from your latest reading. On nights like this, when the woods were more comforting than imposing, you liked to sing. Softly at first, then the memory of your mother singing in her kitchen came over you, and you sang louder. Gliding down the path with a rhythmic swing in your hips.

“ Now I want somebody, please.

To cure me of my love disease.”

Music came naturally to you. It was rooted so deeply into your childhood that it seeped out of you at every given chance. You weren’t like Sammy, Annie's cousin through marriage, who could sing in front of a crowd of thousands. That kind of talent was rare, but as you sang aloud, you figured the moon must be pleased, for she glows brighter than before, like a beacon guiding you home.

“That thing called love will make you sit and sigh.

That thing called love that money cannot buy.”

A sudden noise, like leaves crunching beneath someone's feet, startles you into silence. The handgun at your thigh feels tempting as you pat it, waiting for someone to jump from the trees. The sound comes again, but this time it's accompanied by the call of a bird, albeit tinier and weaker than any bird you've ever heard.

Inching onto the path is a black bird, dragging half its body with a lone clawed foot in your direction. Its wing and foot, nearest to you, appear injured, and they limp at its side. You recognized its more diminutive stature and fanned tail, instantly knowing it was a crow instead of the common raven. The creature's eyes flash at you, red like blood, but everything looks strange under the moon's glow.

You knew there were owls in these woods; you’d seen them a few times, and owls had a habit of attacking smaller birds. Speeding up, you were able to get close enough to see the wound in the moonlight. It was a nasty cut; the poor bird wouldn't make it till morning on its own, defenseless and exposed.

“Ya’ poor darling!” You bend to your knees, watching as the crow stops its desperate crawl. Instead, it looked at you with eyes so human yet so sorrowful. Gently, you wrapped the bird into your arms, cradling it against your chest. It didn’t fight, only letting out a slight wounded sound. 

“I can’t leave you out here. My sister, Annie, doesn't care for birds. Especially not birds like you.” Birds of death and mourning were the last thing your sister needed to see right now. If the poor thing were to continue down the path to her house, he might find himself dead at her hands. 

The crow tilts its head, confused by your words. Gently, you rub the back of its head, hoping to provide some form of comfort. You’d bandage its wounds when you got home, but for now, you could only offer tenderness. 

“Leo ain’t gonna be happy about this.” You whisper aloud, thinking of your chunky tabby cat as he waits for you to return home. He didn't do well with sharing attention, not to mention his affinity for leaving dead birds at your doorstep. With the look of the wound, the crow would probably need a week to heal. You figured Leo could share the spotlight during that time. 

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Your cottage was different from Annie’s shack. It was your childhood home, buried deep in the old woods, surrounded on every side. Originally, a gift from your father to your mother: two bedrooms with a small kitchen, a bathroom, and a dining room that also counted as the parlor. Annie didn’t like to visit anymore; she called it haunted, but you called it home.

On the small porch was a cushioned swing that you and your mother used to sit on for hours. Sometimes the two of you would watch Annie and your father as they tended the garden, other times you would all sit on the porch drinking mint tea. Your sister stayed with you for a few years after her mother died. It was the first time she got to know her father and you. Still, Annie was out of the house as soon as she could be, and sometime around her move out is when your father left.

The house wasn't the same after that. Your mother wallowed in sorrow, lying in her bed from sunup to sundown. Nothing you and your sister did could pull her from her melancholy. It wasn’t much of a shock when Annie and the Moore twins, childhood friends of yours, came knocking on the door to tell you your mother had been found face down in the delta. 

Against your better judgment, you told the crow all about the history of your cottage, and to its credit, the bird seemed to listen. “With mama gone and daddy missin’, the house and half acre were left to me. I use the spare room for my plants and crystals, but there’ll be enough room for you to heal right.” You turn the key as quietly as you can, but it is to no avail, as soon as the door opens, Leo is waiting for you, meowing like a rampaging tyrant. 

“Shit, let me set you down somewhere nice so I can feed him.” The crow must know to stay quiet because he doesn't respond to the cat's persistent complaining. In your plant room, you place a cushion from your bed down atop your wooden dresser. You fluff it just right for the crow, who eagerly rests his weary body. “I’ll be back later with some food and water.” You promise as you shoo Leo from the room and take him to his empty bowl.

A bowl of chopped nuts and a cup of water are soon placed by the crow's bed. You fear he will reject it, but he takes the time to devour as much as he can. While he eats, you wrap his injured wing and leg in a thin cloth covered with yarrow paste. Leo is waiting just outside the door, hoping for a second meal. You sit on the bed that once belonged to you and Annie as you take a small sip of your tea. “He ain’t going to eat you. He’s just acting like he will.” You explain in defense of your cat.

The crow makes a low-pitched rattling sound that you take as his words of understanding. You continue your chatter with ease. “Leo thinks he's the king now, but I found him abandoned on the side of the road. He wasn’t anything but a starving baby back then.” The crow sits on its pillow, watching you as you fill the air with words. You tell him a little bit about the remedy you’ve put on his wing, like you would say to a patient at your clinic. 

You mention Annie and the dinner you just had at her house. It feels nice to have someone to tell things to, someone who seems to listen, unlike Leo, who turns away from you when he’s trying to sleep. 

“I figure it’s your bedtime now with it being night and all. Leo and I will leave you be, Goodnight-” You pause, unsure of what to call this newcomer in your life.

The bird must understand you, for it attempts to make a sound, but it comes out like cooing. You brush its back, humming as you think of the perfect name for this creature. As your hand trails up its body, the bird turns to take a nip at your skin, leaving a pearl of blood that is quickly nipped away. You pull your hand back, clutching your finger and scolding the evil crow. 

Remmy, a voice within you whispered. Despite it sounding like your own, you can’t remember where such a name came from. Still, the name fit the little crow with the injured wing. “Goodnight, Remmy.” You blew out the tableside candle and shut the door to keep Leo from getting in. The feline didn't mind; instead, he made his way to your shared bed and was content to know that you'd be sleeping with him tonight and not that pesky bird.

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A rhythm began between the three of you, with a natural ease. Leo would wake you in the morning, giving you enough time to feed him and Remmy before you had to run out of the house and rush to your nursing job in the city. You spent most days treating injured farm hands and the occasional wound sustained from fighting. When you weren't treating patients, you were reading medical books, learning about herbal remedies, and the known benefits of certain plants.

 Your coworker would drop you off at Annie's house after work, and the two of you would catch a ride down to the market where Annie would sell spells and ointments. When you both had the money, you’d do a little shopping of your own. Your groceries over the past week were always filled with blackberries and pecans, Remmy’s favorite foods.

 You would return home after a long day, cook dinner, and feed your boys all before picking up Leo and settling in the guest bedroom, where you talked to Remmy until sunset, and you grew weary. Tonight was no different.

“You should be able to practice flying now.” You tell the sleepy crow as you remove the bandage from his wing and leg. The crow preened as soon as the bandage was off. His eyes glimmer a shade of scarlet when he looks in your direction. You bent down to pick up Leo as he brushed against you, then both of you settled on the bed, with Leo snuggled into your crossed legs. Remmy gave his wings a little flap, seemingly testing out his movements.

“I’ll leave the window open tonight so ya’ can get some fresh air.” You trace patterns into Leo’s brindle fur. “Don’t gotta fly off if you aren't comfortable. You’re always welcome back here, just come on in.” Secretly, you hope Remmy won't fly away. He was good company, not that Leo wasn't, but there was something more attentive about the crow. So when you went to sleep, you left the window cracked just enough to give Remmy access if he chose it.

Come morning, you woke to find a shiny pebble placed outside your bedroom window. You opened it, quickly grabbing the rock before it fell. It glistened in the morning sunlight with a white hue similar to a pearl; if it wasn't for its rough edges, you might confuse it for one. Remmy wasn't in bed when you went to question him; the light from the open window glistened down onto an empty pillow. Your heart nearly dropped before you heard that familiar rattling sound that came from deep within Remmy’s throat.

He hid under the dresser, poking his little head out enough for you to know he was there. His body blended into the dark. Something in you knew to close the windows and shutters. As soon as they were closed, Remmy poked his head back out and flew to his pillow, a little wobbly but otherwise fine. 

“Did ya’ bring me a gift, Remmy?” You teased the silly bird as you held up the white rock. His head moved up and down, similar to a nod. “Thank you very much, pretty bird.” You placed a peck on his beak, trying to show your sincere appreciation. Once again, the crow preened under your gaze.

As it was a Saturday, you and Leo relaxed in Remmy’s room while you took notes in your spellbook as you read through the book of herbal remedies. You lit candles as you recited old prayers and chants, hoping for prosperity. Annie had Hoodoo, and you had your craft, both different yet beautiful in their way. Remmy liked your prayers, flying to perch on your shoulder as you recited old words that flowed naturally from your lips. Leo lay with his belly in the air, comforted by the protective energy in the room.

By nightfall, you were too tired to make the journey to your room. You cracked the window open again before curling up with Leo and falling asleep in your childhood bed. Unbeknownst to you, the shadow of a man rose from your bedside. Beady red eyes traced your gentle figure before placing a blanket around you. Leo opened one weary eye, but he relaxed at the sight of the raven-haired man.

In the morning, Remmy was hidden under the dresser again, and resting on your pillow was a sprig of basil, the very herb you were writing about when sleep called to you.

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Annie didn't know about your feathered companion. You doubted she'd approve of you keeping a crow around your home. Bad luck, she would say, he’ll bring bad luck. Remmy brought you many things. From shining rocks to useful herbs, he spent the next four days bringing gifts into your home when the sun set and you were none the wiser. 

After a long day at work, sewing one too many cuts for a group of teens that had gotten into a drunken argument, you were ready to crawl into bed and bid the world goodbye. Like clockwork, you fed your two special boys before attempting to prepare for a cleansing ritual you would perform in the morning. As you wrote down the items you needed and the intention you had for the spell, your eyes fell shut.

There was a weight behind you, gentle and loving. It wrapped you in its arms and nuzzled into your neck. You wondered why such a warm dream was coming to you tonight; it was rare for you to dream of being loved. Not since you called off your engagement with your ex, Benny. 

Leo made an appearance in your dream, curling into a ball at the top of the bed, purring when a pale hand brushed his ears. You heard the low, contented sigh as the weight pulled you closer. In your dreary state, one name fell from your lips, “Remmy.”

Nearly three hours into your peaceful sleep, your eyes begrudgingly opened. The warm breeze coming from your window blew strands of hair that tickled your neck. Sighing, you rolled over, lying on your right side and facing towards the window. A man lay beside you, the man you dreamt of; you figured you were still dreaming. Gently, you brushed the hair from his forehead as you prepared to fall back into sleep. Your eyes closed, and in a beat, a sudden realization hit you. There was a half-naked man in your bed.

You yelped, loud and aggressive, as you fell from the bed, slamming your back into a wall. Leo raised his head, startled and unhappy with the rude awakening. The stranger stretched his body, eyes still closed, as he mumbled, “Come back to bed, sugar.” He must have heard you reaching for the gun in the drawer of your nightstand because his eyes shot open, just as shocked as you had been. 

“Shit, didnt mean to fall asleep.” He shook the black curls from his eyes. Standing quickly, while raising his hands up to show you he meant no harm. With nothing but a pair of cotton boxer shorts on, you could see the outline of him, and it stirred something within you.

“Who the hell are you?” You didn’t expect your voice to sound so stern; you figured it was from the years of being with Annie. Your right hand found the handgun and you pulled it on him, faster than a viper. That's when you noticed the flicker in his eyes, specks of rubies shining back at you. “Remmy?” The crow's name fell from your parted lips.

“Kinda? The names Remmick.” In the moonlight, his skin reminded you of the first rock you had received, pearlescent and glowing. He moves cautiously, circling the bed as if you were a wild animal waiting to jump. In a sense, you are. The light catches onto his shoulder, and you see the scar tissue of a cut that stretches past his naked torso and down to his thigh. It’s the same cut that Remmy had from his wing to his leg.

“What are you?” It was hardly a secret, but you wanted to hear it from him.

“Don’t know what ya’ll call it down here, but I figure Vampire is the right word.” You refused to look down as he stood on your side of the bed, hardly clothed, and sheepishly rubbing at his neck. “I wasn’t trying to hurt ya’. I was wounded pretty bad ya’ see,” He takes a step backwards when you grip the handgun between both your shaking hands. 

“Then you found me, I’m mighty thankful for you. I woulda’ve died out there.” His strong hand traces the flesh wound; it appears to heal right before your eyes.

The rapid pounding of your heart was uncomfortable, to say the least. There was a connection between the two of you that hung in the air like a noose. You told Remmy a million things about yourself and your life; this vampire knew all of you. The thought of him having been given such precious information makes your face grow hot and your throat tighten. 

“My sister always taught me not to mess with creatures like you,” You begin slowly, waiting to see if he will switch up and attack, but he just stands there. “You need to leave now. I ain't gonna hurt you, but you can’t stay here. I don’t trust no vampires and I certainly don't trust no white men.” Remmick's face contorts as if you struck him.

“I-I enjoy it here. Don’t wanna leave you.” He lamented, searching for a speck of doubt in your eyes that would prove you wanted him there. You refused to meet his gaze; you knew he would find what he was looking for. 

“Should have thought of that before you tricked me.” God, you sounded like a heartbroken maiden, but you couldn’t hide the betrayal you felt. “You didn’t need to hide from me. You had days to knock on my door and tell me the truth. I don’t like liars, and I especially don't like men who creep into my bed.” Pushing forward, the gun stands between the two of you as Remmick walks backwards. 

“Imma’ go! I didn’t mean to sneak in bed with ya’ and it wasn't like that.” He shuffled his bare feet towards the door as you followed. Before he could exit, something tender and unspoken came over you.

“Wait,” you called as you slowly made your way back into the room, stumbling a little because you refused to turn your back on the man. You opened the nightstand, fiddling around till you found Benny’s old robe. Remmick still stood at the door, his naked flesh lit by moonlight.  Setting the gun down, you wrapped the robe around his shivering form and tightened it. 

“Thank you, sugar.” Then he was gone, and you locked the door with shaking hands. Annie always told you something would come hunting for good women like you. She whispered warnings as she braided your hair, reminding you never to trust a stranger. Against all reason, you had let one in. 

[lokileaf]

Hi! Do you write requests? If so, I just need like a lokixreader fic where they’re having an arranged marriage but they don’t know that they’re soulmates. For context, soulmates in this universe have half a quote written somewhere on them that is important to their relationship. Bonus points if it’s enemies to lovers, with the reader also being witty and having the ability to keep Loki on his toes.

Yes, I love requests! Thank you for submitting! 💚

Tradition

Loki x f!Reader

It was a silly tradition. Nonsensical, honestly. The idea that the Norns could shape his destiny was ridiculous. Fate was a thing for mortals to find comfort in or blame for their bad fortune.

Not determine who he was permitted to marry.

Even prior to the script making its appearance on his skin, he had come to a decision. He would not share it with anyone. His mother and father would never know. After all, it was not unheard of for the tattoos to fail to appear for certain individuals. Surely no one would question his particular lack of writing.

Unfortunately, no amount of planning or plotting could prevent his heart from sinking as the sentence looped its way across the pale skin of his collarbone on that fateful day.

…but it was love eventually.

Loki did his best to prevent himself from attempting to derive any meaning from the unfinished quote. After all, he had already decided it was meaningless. What use was speculation when he had already made up his mind?

A celebration was customary upon the appearance of one’s soul mark. Your parents were elated when yours materialized, inking itself across your ribcage.

It wasn’t love at first sight…

Your heart soared at the potential the incomplete sentence held.

As high-ranking members of the Allfather’s court, it was thrilling news. Lords and ladies made their appearances at the ball put on in your honor, taking the opportunity to consult your parents accordingly. The event buzzed with nobles hoping their son or daughter would be the fortunate individual to complete your soul mark, thus securing an advantageous betrothal.

However, no such arrangement presented itself. As time went on, you began to resent the script. Your continued lack of apparent soulmate became the talk of the court, a stain upon your marriage prospects.

And oh how Loki loved to remind you of this particular shortcoming.

It began with snide comments at your soul mark celebration. Having been raised with one another, you were quite used to his sharp tongue and merciless teasing. You brushed him off at first, sure that your soul mate would would make themselves known before the evening’s end.

By the time your guests had begun to filter their way out of your family’s manor, tears were pricking your eyes with their sharp sting. Loki’s words were needling their way under your skin, taking up residence in the back of your mind.

You sat with your back against the wall of an abandoned hallway, the light dimming as tears forced their way through your closed lids. Your legs were folded up against your chest, arms wrapped tightly around them, head bowed to prevent any potential passersby from seeing your now puffy face.

You had finally run out of tears when you heard footsteps making their way down the hall. You jumped, hastily wiping your face as you stumbled up to your feet, your mind scrambling to find an adequate excuse for your distraught state. You had barely situated yourself upright before realizing the footsteps belonged to the younger prince.

“Ah, it’s only you,” you huffed, straightening the rumpled fabric of your formal attire.

“You would do well to address your prince appropriately,” Loki replied pompously, his hands clasped behind his back as he looked you up and down.

“My prince would do well to not stick his royal nose where it does not belong,” you shot back, clearly not in the mood for his attitude.

You caught a glimpse of a smirk making its way across his lips as you self-consciously attempted to smooth your hair back down.

“A bit sensitive this evening, are we? Disappointed with that frivolous little tradition, perhaps?”

You ignored the barb and began to make your way back to the great hall, your solitude thoroughly ruined by the God of Mischief. Your agitation only grew as he followed closely behind, clearly having chosen you as his evening entertainment.

“Surely you can’t be shocked,” he stated plainly, as if it were obvious.

You paused mid stride, turning to face him. Your emotions had already been chaffed raw, leaving you with little patience for mincing words.

“And what exactly do you mean by that, Your Highness,” you snapped. You hated to give in to his ruse but you were in no mood for his backhanded comments at the moment.

“Well, my lady,” he started, “one should not be so surprised that an individual as foolhardy as yourself would not be granted a soulmate of noble standing.”

Your face began to heat with indignation, a flourish of nasty insults rising to your tongue. You glared at him, forcing yourself to retain a semblance of self control.

Despite his endless capacity to annoy you, he really was unfairly handsome. His sharp cheekbones, angular jawline, his pale skin contrasting with his raven hair. And not to mention his substantial height and devastatingly blue eyes.

It was truly unfortunate that he maintained an insatiable need to ruin it all with his loud mouth.

“I supposed one should also not be surprised to learn that an individual as ill-mannered as yourself would have no soulmate at all”, you finally shot back before storming off to your chambers.

He watched you go, rooted to the spot by your quick jab. He would have been impressed had the retort not stung him so unexpectedly. He felt his brow furrow as your fleeing form rounded a corner, disappearing from view.

Is that how his people viewed his alleged lack of a soul mark? As a direct result of his prickly personality? A personal failing?

He supposed he should not have been as offended by this notion as he was. After all, had he not just insinuated the same toward you?

Best not to think about it, he determined.

This mutual irritation continued on throughout your… relationship. If one could even call it that. The years continued to pass and your soulmate had failed to manifest themselves. Additionally, Loki’s soul mark had continued in its failure to appear.

Or so he had you believe.

With Thor earning himself a full fledged banishment from Asgard, the throne found itself with one heir remaining.

One heir with no marriage prospects.

Amidst swirling rumors, the Allfather had summoned your family to the palace to discuss “a matter of utmost importance”, though your father had neglected to inform you of exactly what this meeting entailed.

You waited silently just outside of the throne room, wishing you could be anywhere else. You truly adored the king and queen, but Loki had taken to roaming the palace more freely in his brother’s absence, leaving you subject to his comings and goings.

You jumped as his green and gold clad figure appeared next to you, seemingly out of nowhere, a smirk on his lips.

“Do you ever tire of your juvenile magic tricks?” you snapped at him, your irritation evident. He placed a hand on his chest, feigning hurt.

“As I recall, my lady, you quite enjoyed my magic tricks in our youth.”

You ignored his comment, instead focusing on your attempt to eavesdrop on your parents and the Allfather and -mother. Loki watched in silence as you pressed your ear to the throne room door, your face screwed up in concentration.

He threaded a hand behind your head, cupping it with his palm before you flinched away from the contact, a bewildered expression on your face.

“Relax, my lady, I am only trying to assist you,” he muttered.

He reached his hand out once more, waiting for you grant him permission to touch you. You nodded slowly, allowing him to lace his fingers through the back of your hair, cupping your jaw. He pressed his other hand to the door, using his seiðir to amplify the conversation and direct it straight into your mind. The two of you waited in concentrated silence, anxious to hear what was being discussed.

“-believe this arrangement would be advantageous to both our families. Our children are of marrying age, after all, and the throne requires an heir be betrothed.”

“We quite agree, Your Majesty. I speak for our entire family when I say that we would be delighted to have our daughter betrothed to Prince Loki.

You could no longer hear the exchange over the pounding of your heart in your ears. You stumbled away from the door in shock. Loki released you from his grasp, his eyes wide and staring at the door in front of him. You took a moment to compose yourself before turning on your heel to face him, rage boiling in your blood.

“If this is one of your tricks, Odinson, it is not amusing,” you snapped at him accusingly.

“I assure you, my lady, this development is completely free of my influence.”

Hearing footsteps approaching, Loki darted toward you, swiftly taking you in his arms and spinning you around so your back was pressed against his chest. You thrashed against his hold, your agitation having reached its peak.

“Be still. Someone is coming,” he whispered hurriedly, his lips brushing ever so slightly against the shell of your ear as he pressed himself back against the palace wall. His arms held you firmly in place against him and you looked down to see that your bodies had completely disappeared.

“What is this?” you asked accusingly, voice just above a whisper. An invisible hand shot up to clamp over your mouth, irritating you further. You felt Loki duck his head down to whisper in your ear once more.

“I am preventing us from being discovered in a rather compromising position. And you’re quite loud,” he replied.

Despite your annoyance with the prince, a warmth settled low in your abdomen as his breath caressed the skin behind your ear. Before you could give much thought to your body’s reaction, the throne room door opened, revealing each of your parents.

You felt Loki’s arms tighten around you, pressing you further into him as the Allfather came dangerously close to brushing against your hidden form.

“I supposed we should inform our children of the arrangement?” Frigga proposed to the group, placing a hand on her husband’s arm.

“Indeed… over a feast, perhaps?” Odin suggested, leading the group down the palace hall and away from your current position.

You didn’t bother listening for your parents’ reply, ripping yourself from Loki’s grasp before storming off toward the guest chambers.

“My lady, wait…” Loki started, following closely behind.

You burst through your chamber doors rather unceremoniously, throwing yourself onto the settee at the foot of your temporary bed. You covered your face with your hands, frustrated tears forcing their way out.

“You know, you could have procured a significantly worse betrothal,” Loki stated, breaking the tension.

“Not now, Loki…” you sighed, sounded defeated.

He let the silence continue for a few moments, unsure of how to balance his desire to comfort you and his own shock at the impending betrothal. He quietly lowered himself next to you on the settee, placing a slightly awkward hand on your shoulder. You looked up at him, slightly confused by the uncharacteristic gesture.

“Surely being my bride-to-be is not as devastating as you believe,” he teased gently, his eyes softening as they met yours. You couldn’t help the slight smile that broke across your lips.

“As aggravating as you are, my prince, it’s not that. I simply feel… like a failure, I suppose,”

“Do tell.”

You hesitated ever so slightly, unsure if bearing your soul to the trickster would end well for you.

“My soul mark was supposed to determine who I am to marry. And I cannot find them. I suppose I did not realize how right you were that night when you said I shouldn’t be surprised someone like me would not find their soulmate.”

His chest ached at the sentiment, regret stinging like a blow. He hadn’t thought about your little exchange since that night, didn’t think you would have remembered. Despite the enjoyment he derived from teasing and baiting you, he had never intended to cause you any actual harm.

“I suppose I should consider myself lucky, then,” he said quietly.

There was not much in the Nine Realms that could make his heart race, but this rare moment of vulnerability was enough to send his pulse pounding in his ears.

You looked up at him, clearly confused by the earnest tone in his voice.

“If I am to inherit the throne, I will require a wife. And I suppose you will do,” he deadpanned. You couldn’t help the laugh that burst from your chest, your previous distress completely forgotten.

To his utter confusion, Loki couldn't help but feel his heart soar at the sound of your laughter echoing through the guest chambers.

“I suppose I could do a lot worse for myself than a prince,” you conceded, looking down at your hands folded in your lap. “I just can’t help but feel like I’ve disappointed my parents.”

He nearly laughed aloud at the statement. From his perspective, there was no bigger disappointment than himself.

I could tell her, he thought to himself.

Surely there was no use hiding his soul mark any longer. If you were to be wed, you would discover the truth eventually.

“If that were true, my lady, you would be in good company,” he said quietly, heart beginning to race at the prospect of revealing his long kept secret. Your brow furrowed as you looked up at him in confusion.

“How do you figure?”

A moment of hesitation before his fingers made their way to the collar of his tunic, tentatively pulling the deep green fabric away from his collarbone to expose the thin lettering looping across his pale skin.

The deafening silence rang in his ears as he waited for you to react in some capacity, unsure of what you would say. After a few heartbeats had passed, you cautiously raised your hand to run your fingers over his skin.

…but it was love eventually.

“I thought you didn’t receive a soul mark,” you mumbled, transfixed by the ink.

He sighed softly, unsure if you would understand his quandary with the idea of fated mates.

“I merely… kept the occurrence private. Too many fawning suitors… you understand,” he replied sheepishly, fighting the blush that was making its way across his cheeks. An exasperated laugh escaped your lips, Loki’s revelation easing your prior distress.

“I see… I supposed we are more alike than I thought, my prince,” you sighed, looking down at your hands clasped in your lap.

A moment of silence passed before he gently took your hands in his, your eyes snapping up to meet his blue ones. You felt your heart begin to race at the contact, surprising yourself with the reaction.

"My lady..." he trailed off, letting hesitation get the better of him for a moment. His gaze dropped to your lips for a fraction of a second.

"Yes, Loki?"

"Tell me to stop," he murmured, voice barely above a whisper as he began to close the gap between your lips.

"And if I don't want you to?" you muttered breathlessly.

A mischievous smirk flashes across his face before his lips claimed yours, your eyes closing as you surrendered control over to him. His hands slid up your body to cup your face, pulling you closer as he pulled your bottom lip between his teeth, biting down gently. You gasped slightly into his mouth, your stomach erupting with butterflies.

What are we doing? you thought silently to yourself. Can a lifetime of annoyance and irritation be erased by a single intimate moment?

You trailed a hand up his chest and around the back of his neck, sliding your fingers into his hair. You tighten your grip on his raven curls, eliciting a slight groan from the god. Liquid heat began to pool at your center.

Yes it can, you decided.

Loki's tongue trailed the length of your bottom lip in a silent question, his hands dropping to your hips. You granted him access, fighting back a moan as he effortlessly shifted your body onto his lap. Straddling his hips, you pressed your chest against his as his lips made their way across your jaw and down your neck.

His hands found the laces of your corset and he pulled away slightly, looking up at you for permission. You nodded eagerly, catching his lips in another kiss as he skillfully unlaced the constricting garment before pulling it over your head along with your gown.

You became acutely aware of Loki's state of overdress, his tunic remaining in place while you were left in only your thin cotton shift. Without saying a word, you began working on the buttons on the emerald green fabric, exposing his pale chest.

His hands slowly slid up your thighs, pushing the fabric of your shift up dangerously high before settling on your hips. You pushed his tunic back over his shoulders, leaving him shirtless before you. You paused, taking a moment to appreciate his bare upper body. Your eyes made their way down from his collarbones to his stomach, admiring the lean muscle and V-lines leading lower and lower.

He broke you out of your reverie by grabbing the bottom of your shift, pulling it over your head. You let him do so, too lost in the feeling of his body under yours to care about being exposed to him.

You made to lean back down to kiss him when you noticed that his gaze was glued to the spot on your ribcage where you knew your soul mark was located. A shiver raced down your spine as Loki gently traced over it with his fingertips.

"It wasn't love at first sight..." he read aloud, his dark brow furrowed.

"...but it was love eventually," you finished for him, eyes wide in realization. He stared up at you silently, clearly unsure of how to proceed.

"Does the god of mischief have nothing to say?" you asked quietly, attempting to break the tension and settle your nerves.

"Well, my lady, it's not every day that a god finds his soulmate," he replied before pulling your face down to kiss him. He hooked his hands under your thighs, wrapping your legs around his hips and he stands and walks you over to the guest bed.

You smiled into his mouth as he gently lowered you onto the plush duvet. You slid your hands down his torso to his belt, clumsily undoing the buckle before starting on the button of his pants. He chuckled in your kiss and slid out of the remainder of his clothing, pressing himself against your body.

A moan escaped you at the feeling of his hot erection pressing against your inner thigh. You arched your back, pressing your bare chest into his and relishing in the friction of his skin against yours.

Loki trailed his lips down your chest, taking a hardened nipple into his mouth. You involuntarily ground yourself against him as his tongue made slow circles around the sensitive skin, soft sighs leaving your lips.

"Loki," you whined desperately, rubbing your wet heat against his thigh.

"I'm here, darling," he mumbled against your skin, "tell me what you need."

"I need you."

"Where do you need me?"

He smiled up at you as he lowered himself between your thighs, his breath on your heat making you clench around nothing. You slipped a hand to the back of his head, trying to push his mouth down to grant you the relief you needed.

"Ah ah, darling. Say it for me."

Your cheeks burned with embarrassment, slightly irritated with the prince.

"I need you to make me cum, Loki," you admitted, lifting your hips slightly off the mattress in an attempt to make contact. He firmly pressed you back down, a smug look on his gorgeous face.

"Patience, my love," he mumbled, pressing hot, openmouthed kisses to your thighs. He continued his ministrations until he reached your soaked center. Your jaw fell open as his tongue licked a fat stripe over your clit, spreading your wetness across the sensitive apex.

"Oh fuck..." you gasped, your hands shooting down to the back of his head and threading your fingers through his hair. His wrapped around your thighs, pulling you closer as his tongue teased your entrance. Letting go of your left thigh, he trailed his hand down to where his mouth met your body, sliding two fingers through your folds.

His tongue made tight circles over your clit as he slipped his digits inside, giving you a few seconds to adjust before slowly pumping them in and out. You gripped the sheets, clenching your thighs around his head as the pressure in your abdomen began to build.

"Loki!" you keened, back arching once again.

He groaned into your cunt, too lost in the pleasure he was giving you to provide a real reply. The vibrations of his voice on your core sent you over the edge, undulating your hips into his face. He continued to make quick, punishing circles on your clit, helping you ride it out as your core clenched around his fingers.

You panted, letting your thighs fall limp to either side of Loki's head. He stood, taking his place on top of you. He gently brushed your hair from your eyes before pressing a sweet kiss to your lips, the taste of your own slick invading your mouth.

Before the kiss could develop into anything more, a knock at the door startled both of you.

"Darling?" your mother's muffled voice came through the locked door.

Your heart lurched, panic quickly setting in. Loki jumped up from the bed, scrambling to dress himself.

"Yes?" you shouted back, scooping your discarded shift off the floor and hastily throwing it on. You grabbed your dressing robe from a hook near the vanity and swiftly wrapped it around you, tying the knot as glanced over your shoulder to tell Loki to hide in your bathroom but was nowhere in sight.

He had completely vanished.

Your mother knocked on your door, pulling you from your thoughts. Undoing the lock, you opened it to see both of your parents standing excitedly in the hallway.

"Yes, what is it?" you asked, trying to smooth your sex-mussed hair down.

"We have a family matter to discuss and we wanted to- dear, are you alright? You look flushed," your mother interrupted herself, pressing the back of a hand to your forehead. You gently brushed her off, fighting the blush rising to your cheeks.

"Yes, I'm fine!" you replied a tad too eagerly. "What is it, what's the matter?"

Your parents shared a suspicious look before your father spoke.

"We have something to discuss. Family meeting in our chambers in fifteen minutes?" he asked plainly.

“Yes, just give me a moment to ah… freshen myself up,” you stuttered. Your mother smiled at you before turning to leave, your father following suit. You closed your door quietly, letting yourself fall back against it and pressing a hand to your face in embarrassment.

You gathered your composer and began making your way to the vanity to assess the state of your hair. As you turned, Loki’s towering figure appeared directly in front of you, causing you to yelp in fear. You lightly slapped his chest as he placed his hands on your hips

“Don’t do that!” you scolded him before allowing him to draw you into a kiss.

“You know you always enjoyed my little tricks, darling,” he replied, leading you back to the bed.

[bewitched-hours]

i BEG for pizzaburger comfort

like 007n7 is fibally learning to forgive himself w Elliot’s help olease please olease /nf

I gotcha, loud and clear （＾ω＾） Although, I did have an idea for 07 comfort already, I'll just merge these ideas together and hope you enjoy! (Also wow, I did not realize just how fixated I was on "x Reader" until now but oh well)

The reader's pronouns for this will be They/Them~ (I apologize if you wanted only Pizzaburger and I will do another comfort oneshot for only them if you'd like with the same prompt, this is just me trying to write more lol)

Elliot x 007n7 (+ ChildDeity!Reader & C00lkidd) | Redemption and Family

You weren't sure how long you slept... But it was too long.

Rising from your slumber, you awoke in the Spectre's domain.

You remembered this place from tales your mother would tell you before she disappeared.

You didn't care much about it though... Until today.

You found yourself in a cabin, surrounded by Robloxians. You could guess by their looks that you weren't in your true form anymore.

Better for them honestly. But perhaps your calm reactions to everything and how you acted so casual about it all unsettled them.

They all attempted to tell you of the tales you already heard before. The killers, the Spectre, the agony. As if you forgot your mother's words.

To their credit, they didn't know anything about you. You looked like a regular Robloxian kid... Apart from the two pairs of wings sticking out of your back with two smaller ones also sticking out of the sides of your head.

"It's okay!" You told them cheerfully. "My momma already told me about the Spectre!" You watched their shocked expressions with slight amusement before stretching your wings.

Were you trying to show off? Yes. Were you trying to be subtle? Absolutely not.

And some of them were obviously less than surprised by it. But whatever.

As you were trying to use your usual abilities though, you were reminded of what the Spectre could do again.

You couldn't use over half of your abilities anymore. You were reduced to a mere demi-god and even lacking at that.

Awkwardly, you began to get to know them all, introducing yourself as a Deity with a wag of your spikey tail. It actually looked similar to that of one of the Survivors who seemed to take particular interest in you but you knew of him already so you paid him little mind.

What had your interest was the man you could possibly feel the most guilt from. 007n7.

Elliot had tried to tell you not to worry but instead you waited for the others to no longer pay you any mind before teleporting to the ex-hacker with a curious sparkle in your eyes.

He was quite startled but luckily kept himself quiet as he watched you. You looked barely older than 10 or maybe 11.

He just looked slightly uncomfortable so you backed away and asked him why he kept himself from the others.

You weren't exactly... Satisfied when Elliot came up behind you and picked you up with a forced smile.

"He's been exploiting a lot in his past, we don't hate him but we also can't really trust him." You looked disturbed at Elliot. Not from 07's past but from the way you could feel emotions inside of Elliot that were conflicting with each other. Robloxians with so many emotions clashing made you uneasy since you never learned how to handle that.

You could handle someone who was having negative emotions to help them feel better or someone who was overly ecstatic calm down for a change but Elliot was one of the few you couldn't figure out.

He felt a suppressed need for affection towards 007n7 and simultaneously distrust for him. It made no sense to you.

But before either of them could continue talking, you stretched out one of your bigger wings and covered Elliot's face, eliciting a light chuckle from 7n7.

"What the-" Elliot looked at you in shock as you pouted, pretending to be upset. Not like you weren't, just you were upset over a different reason than your words conveyed.

You practically leaped out of Elliot's arms and hugged 07 with a slight glare. "Then let him redeem himself!" You said- No, demanded. But you weren't using your otherworldly voice. That would've shunned the entire cabin.

Both of them gave you a confused look, you could've sworn you felt doubt from 7 but it switched to a slither of gratitude. You take what you can get. Especially in this weakened state.

Neither of them dared to protest, instead sighing as Elliot nodded and crouched down to be on eye level with you. "Fine, I'll try to see past our... Differences." He sounded slightly annoyed but you could tell a part of him was happy.

And that was luckily enough to satisfy you and you began to try and drag them both to the kitchen to get away from all the heavy noise.

If only you still had your Deity strength... You were just a child with special abilities at this point...

But your efforts weren't for nothing.

In only weeks did you manage to make Elliot and 07 friends. And the others seemed to follow up slowly. You were quite proud of your work and decided to summon a little menu of your own.

7n7 taught you how to do this when you were frustrated during a round about not being able to see what abilities you still had. You just knew you had enough left that you could only use 3 of during rounds and they kept randomizing so you would've been stuck figuring it out for the entire round...

And using this menu, you checked on your abilities. As if anything would chan-

... Something got added.

You were quick to interrupt Elliot and 7, who had been awkwardly flirting and being oblivious towards each other. You'd gag if you were capable of it.

But once you showed them the added ability, 007's eyes widened and you could tell he was fighting tears. You knew why.

Redemption; This Survivor is able to 'Redeem' a Killer and return them to any given form they had before becoming a Killer. However, this only lasts for half a round and will reduce the user down to minimal health and stamina. Cooldown is 2 days.

You didn't really care about the consequences on yourself, you already took death as a casual occurrence and would shrug off the pain after a bit, leading to you usually drinking some hot chocolate with the others or enjoying a snack.

What mattered was that the Spectre- For whatever reason- gave you one of your more powerful abilities back. Sure it came at a great cost but you had learned enough about the sad gay man taking care of you with Elliot by his side to know how useful this would be.

You'd just have to wait for a round where this ability would be available with C00lkidd as the Killer. You didn't want to bother growing paranoid over why the Spectre would allow you to do this.

But when everyone began heading off for their own cabins, you stuck around in secret to see if 007 and Elliot would finally make the move. If they won't do it near the others, they better use their chance with privacy to do it!

"Listen, I know you're nervous-" Elliot tried to comfort 07 but was interrupted. "Nervous is an understatement... Can I even look at C00lkidd when it finally happens? When I look into the eyes of the son I've failed?"

They were intentionally staying quiet, probably to avoid being heard in case anyone tried to slip back inside like you did.

"You didn't fail him-" "Of course I did... I could barely even raise him with what I had and now he's able to use my own chaos against me..."

If you hadn't known what he was talking about this would've been a lot more interesting...

"I practically doomed the kid just by existing near him-" "7." You and 007 both perked up at Elliot's sudden change in tone. He was suddenly more stern but softened into an affectionate look.

Yes! This would be the moment!

"He's just going to be happy to see you and you two get to reunite. It will hurt again afterwards but we're all here for you now. We'll help you through it. So stop blaming yourself."

You could tell 07 wasn't entirely convinced but it sparked a sense of hope. Wether that was hope over the others being with him instead of painting him as an outsider for once or just hope over seeing C00lkidd again, you couldn't care less.

At the end of the day, your purpose is to be a Deity and guide those around you to either balance or assist in their struggles. You're a being that could be called karma if you didn't have emotions and morals yourself. But why did you?

"You're too good to me, Ell..." 7 began wiping away the tears that were forming at the corners of his eyes. There was that flame of affection again.

That burning love that some might confuse for lust but with your vision, you knew it was love. The flames weren't the right colour to be lustful. Not that anyone would understand this 'passive ability' of yours anyhow.

Elliot just sighed, taking 007's hands and finally you were sure you'd get to see them happy with each other.

"Listen, I know this isn't the time but... Could I kiss you?" Elliot asked, making the ex-hacker flustered beyond belief. Mostly because the poor gay never expected someone to fall for him.

You should've probably tried to help him work on his self-doubt first...

But surprisingly, he just nodded and their kiss was a victory for you. Though, you couldn't react or move right now or they'd hear you...

Although, you did see your opportunity to slip out when they started getting a little more audible... You were not traumatizing yourself today...

Surprisingly, the Spectre seemed to work with you as hours later, you were in a round with your Redemption ability and who is the killer? C00lkidd!

You immediately went to find 007 and told him you'd try to find C00lkidd and to just work on the generators for now.

He went with your plan but you could tell even without his muscles being visibly tense that he was preparing himself mentally and even then had no clue if he was really ready for this to go well.

Surprisingly, Elliot was the one currently getting chased by CK. You were quick to swoop down and tell him you'd lead him back to 7n7 to execute your plan. You couldn't lose Elliot with your chosen abilities being nothing close to a support class this round but you also couldn't have C00lkidd running off and stop the chase.

Instead, you flew next to Elliot to guide him while CK was complaining about you being a cheater. "He's gonna thank you..." You muttered to yourself to avoid snapping at the other child.

Since when did you have a short temper..?

That being said, you were glad the other survivors decided to just get out of your way when you shouted at them not to attack. They were confused but they let you do your thing... Luckily...

And when you got back to 7, you could see he was only getting more doubtful as you quickly landed and let Elliot get a breather with 007 while you held out your hand.

You needed physical touch for the ability to work.

Both Elliot and 7n7 were hesitant about letting to stand in front of them like a shield but you trusted that it would work.

Although C00lkidd tried to grab you, you were quick enough to instead... Awkwardly hold his hand. It kinda hurt with his force...

But you were right to trust yourself.

A bright light had begun to surround C00lkidd. Like a cocoon around a caterpillar that only left behind a small, red child of similar size to you.

"What happened?" He asked in confusion, only looking on as 07 practically dashed to hug his son again. It was heartwarming and aching at the same time.

Wait... Aching? Sure, you just gave up almost all of your health but why were you...

How were you suddenly crying..? You weren't meant to be able to actually cry like this... Your tears weren't meant to be able to come naturally...

But Elliot was quick to offer you some pizza and a hug. Healing you and letting you... Be a child...?

Why did it hurt to watch this reunion with the Spectre not interrupting for once..? Were you...

Missing mom..?

Crap, that was probably it. You had emotions you couldn't handle and no one to reunite like that with... So you just quietly sobbed against Elliot's embrace, not even caring as he carried you over to 07 and CK, who were having a similar embrace but without the crying.

"It's okay! I'm not attacking anyone anymore!" C00lkidd sounded so cheery, like you weren't in the middle of what was supposed to be a dance of life and death.

Maybe the Spectre wanted to remind you your only family was gone. You were forced to grow on your own.

Or... At least that's what you thought.

Elliot just kind of patted your back and whispered to you. "Do you miss your family too?" He asked, misunderstanding why you were crying.

"I don't have any..." You meekly got out between sobs and you could feel the tension shift. Just not for CK.

"Then we can all be family! We'd have two dads and be siblings!" The way he said it shocked all three of you as you looked at him, even drying your tears for a moment as it sounded ridiculous but...

"Not like I'd want to say no to that..." 07 sheepishly admitted and you quickly regained your tears. Just not in a bad way this time.

This time... You were happy...

... And you'd gag again if you weren't crying as you heard Elliot and 7 kiss again. Although, CK did you the honours there.

Happy pride y'all, felt a little silly while writing (⸝⸝> ᴗ•⸝⸝)

Anything you'd like to request/ask? Check out my pinned post first and I'll be happy to write up whatever you want!

[lostinlovingrevery]

Sending love and hugs your way! 🫂💗

I’m not sure if you’re still doing the comfort/fluff blurbs. But a rainy day in with Logan, watching movies and building a pillow fort because why not 🥰🥰 (he wouldn’t admit it but I feel he’d love a pillow fort lol)

Rainy Days and Clint Eastwood

Logan Howlett X Reader

He insists on watching Clint Eastwood movies

A/N: Omg dami. I appreciate you waiting as long as you did for me to redo this after it got deleted and honestly I like this version MUCH better lol. Hope you enjoy! Also, pretend that you and Logan have a surplus of pillows and blankets.

Warnings: Fluff, thunderstorms, flirting, Clint Eastwood quotes lol

"You shoot to kill, you better hit the heart. Your own words, Ramon."

Ramon aims his gun, firing off two shots at the cowboy character. Loud bangs echo into the room, making you jump. The men around Ramon, including him, all stare in anticipation at the body on the ground, sweat covering their faces.

"Oh-" You quietly mutter under your breath. Logan glances at you- a faint smile growing on his face.

Alas, despite taken 5 shots already, the lone cowboy stands up, and continues walking closer.

"The heart, Ramon. Don't forget the heart. Aim for the heart, or you'll never stop me."

"Okay so either he's a mutant or he's wearing a vest."

"Baby they never make people mutants in these movies."

"Mm. Cuz they're bigots."

Logan chuckled. His hand squeezing you reassuringly and pulling you closer. "Enjoying the movie now huh?"

"Only, because the Clint Eastwood guy reminds me of you."

"That so? The only way to keep your attention is it?"

You giggled, responding with a mischievous maybe before shushing him to continue focusing on the movie.

Rain pattered on the window, distant thunder rumbled. The home was chilly, but snuggling next to Logan- a real human furnace- had kept you warm. His arm wrapped around you, hand scratching your arm gently up and down while you were tucked safely into his side.

Logans had reached down to the bowl of popcorn that was in his lap- only to discovered unpopped kernels and a few burnt pieces. He looks at you accusingly, who was currently snacking on the last bit of it.

"What? You're a slow eater." You shrug. "It was getting cold."

"I'll make some more." He unwraps his arm from you, grabbing the bowl to sit up. You fell onto your side onto where he was sitting, his body no longer the support to keep you sitting up. With his back to you, you took noticed of his rear in his sweatpants- reaching out to pinch a cheek.

He jumped in surprised, "Hey!" He looked over his shoulder, brows creased. Trying his best to look angry- but you could see the amusement in his eyes.

"You got a cute tush Lo."

He grumbles, continuing to walk away, "Damn right." You heard him mutter, resulting in a loud cackle from you.

You continued watching the movie- utterly fascinated by the scheme the cowboy seems to be playing in order to get as much money as possible. Rain began to hit the windows harder, drawing your attention to the gray weather outside. A flash of lightning struck, and you counted the seconds.

1

2

3

4-

The thunder rumbled through the house. Indicating the storm was pretty close. You remember when you were a kid how storms terrified you. You were told that counting after a lightning strike would show you how far away storms were. You would anxiously watch the skies through your window for every strike of lightning and counted each time- until the higher the number become and gave you a sense of relief the storm was leaving. The shorter it was, you would get nervous- and resort to building a fort to keep you safe.

Grown up, you've grown out of the fear. The storm was making you nostalgic anyway.

You sat up, beginning to gather the collection of blankets in the living room, including a few stored in an old antique seater chest. For some reason, every time you go to the store- you always end up coming back with a new blanket.

Unfolding them and displaying them out- you started plotting. You wanted your fort to be cozy- and also be able to see the tv for you and Logans rainy movie day.

You were in the process of grabbing chairs from the diniing room, stacks of books for weight, and placing a blanket over the tv when Logan came back with a fresh bowl of popcorn.

You hadn't noticed him yet, focused on your plan before he cleared his throat, startling you.

"What in the world are you doing?" Logan asks, a hint of a grin on his face.

"A fort. Blanket fort." You say, matter of factly.

"A what?"

"Don't tell me you don't know what a blanket fort is." You put your hands on your hips. He quirked a brow.

"The name gives it away."

"It's fun! You ever make one when you were a kid?"

"Uh..No...Not exactly."

"Right. You were born in like 1562 or something. Probably wasn't invented yet."

"You're a little off on the dates princess."

You smiled as he approached you, popcorn bowl in hand. He examined the mess of blankets, chairs, books, and other various items. "So what's the point?"

"it's like making a little cozy...cave I guess." You shrugged. "It's warm and quiet. We can fill it with snacks and pillows and more blankets." You leaned forward, wrapping you arms around his hips and tipping your chin up at him. "Our own little love nest."

"Hm." He hums, tipping his chin down to nuzzle over your nose. "Guess the mess would be worth it then." His voice low, his eyes meeting yours with an excited glimmer.

"Definitely."

"Alright, lets get started."

You clapped your hands excitedly, taking the popcorn from him- not before munching on a few. Directing him in your idea, he agreed and you both got started.

You got distracted by the movie and popcorn throughout- while Logan become extremely focused- careful to make sure the fort was sturdy. Once the main part was finished- you climbed in and Logan used to your muffled voice squeal and call it perfect- your head peaking out. "We need so many blankets. and pillows."

"Here." He handed you a few couch pillows, and a quilt.

"No." You climbed out. "So much more. Be right back."

You disappeared, and Logan moved on to continue putting the fort together. Making sure he could fit comfortably. You came down soon after, covered by pillows and blankets from your bed- you went to work to create your nest.

Making it as soft as possible, you covered the floor with blankets, pillows, more blankets- and a few extra pillows to lay your heads on.

Finally finished, you got Logan to climb inside to lay down. He looked around, and you tried to read his expression.

"Well?" You tilted your head. "What do you think?"

"Mm. Yeah...Not bad." He gives you a small shrug. "Kinda...cozy."

He doesn't look at you, but you could see in his eyes, and his body language they way he relaxed into the blankets. Logan, being the ever stoic man he could be- you've learned to read between the lines with him.

He absolutely loved it.

"C'mon." He urged you to curl up next to him, but you held your hand up.

"Wait- I'll be right back."

You climbed out of the fort, disappearing between the blanket doors. Coming back a few minutes later with drinks, snacks, and the remote. Once everything was settled, you curled into his side- using an extra blanket to cover the both of you. You could hear thunder booming- only much more muffled from the fort shielding you and Logan from the storm outside.

"Yeah, this is pretty nice." He mutters quietly, squeezing you closer. You hummed- turning your attention back to the movie, nearly over now during your fort ordeal- eyes growing heavy as you snuggled into Logan's side again.

"What do you want to watch next?" Logan asks, looking at you when he recieved no response. You were dead asleep within minutes.

He admired your peaceful face, grabbing the remote at your side to turn the tv off- leaving off the sound of rain and thunder that was slowly fading further and further away. He pulled you to his chest, and allowed himself to slip into a slumber with you.

[aventurineswife]

Pls I need something parental with Aventurine, Jing yuan and Ratio+ any character of your choice (can't help it you write it so well)

Moments in the Quiet

Tags: Aventurine x Reader, Jing Yuan x Reader, Ratio x Reader, Parental/Guardian Relationship, Mentorship, Comforting, Emotional Support, Character Growth, Gentle/Soft Dynamics, Affectionate/Protective Behavior, Platonic Relationship, Wholesome/Heartwarming, Character Development, Lighthearted, Caring/Protective Themes

Warnings: Mild Emotional Tension, Mentorship Dynamics, Emotional Vulnerability.

A/N: hehe thank you 🤧💖🤭

Tagslist: @themiddletenmasibling

The dim lights of the room cast long shadows, and the quiet hum of the city outside was the only sound accompanying the soft clink of a glass. Aventurine sat across from you, his ever-present smile softer tonight, his usual bravado replaced by something quieter, more reflective.

"You know," he mused, his fingers twirling a playing card between his fingers, "life's a game of chance, but having you here... it's the one bet I wouldn't change." He leaned back, his eyes still fixed on the card in his hand but his gaze distant, as if lost in thought.

You couldn't help but notice the faint strain in his voice, something you had never heard before. The man who gambled with the very fabric of his life, who thrived on risks, seemed hesitant. It was almost as if, in this moment, he was more vulnerable than he'd ever let on.

"Do you ever wonder what it's all for?" he asked, his tone uncharacteristically serious. He was asking you, yes, but there was more in those words than just curiosity. It was as if he needed an answer, a response that would somehow make the pieces of his chaotic past fall into place.

You hesitated, then answered softly, "For them. For family. For the ones we protect."

Aventurine chuckled softly, but the sound lacked its usual charm. His eyes, sharp and calculating, softened as he met your gaze.

"You're right, of course," he said, setting the card down with a deliberate motion. "But I never realized until now how much of a gamble it truly is. Parenthood. The stakes are higher than any game of chance I’ve ever played. Every decision... a risk."

You reached out, placing your hand over his, offering a silent gesture of support. He flinched for a second, before relaxing under your touch, his smile returning—if only just a little.

"You've already won," you said quietly.

Aventurine looked at you, and for a split second, the mask he wore slipped away. There was something profoundly human beneath all the layers of charm and strategy. A man who had gambled away so much, yet still had the capacity for love and tenderness.

"I suppose, for once, the odds are in my favor," he whispered, his fingers brushing yours in a quiet affirmation. "But I need you to be there. For the moments where the game feels like it’s slipping through my fingers."

The Xianzhou Luofu was peaceful, bathed in the quiet serenity of the stars. Jing Yuan stood on the balcony, looking out over the vast expanse of space, his eyes scanning the horizon. His usual calm demeanor had softened even further in the company of your presence, his shoulders relaxed, the weight of centuries of leadership momentarily forgotten.

"Do you ever feel like everything is too calm?" you asked, standing beside him, your gaze following his as you took in the view.

Jing Yuan smiled, a small, knowing curve of his lips that seemed to carry a deep wisdom. "Peace often feels like an illusion," he said, his voice low, but filled with warmth. "But I prefer it this way. The quiet before the storm is where I thrive."

You chuckled softly, glancing up at him. "The storm of life, you mean."

"Yes," he said, turning his sharp eyes toward you, his expression softening. "The storm of everything—time, battles, responsibilities." He paused, his gaze lingering on you, something almost paternal in the way he looked at you. "But it's moments like these that remind me... we still have control. Even if it’s just for a fleeting second."

You could feel the weight of his words, the gravity of his position in the Xianzhou Alliance, and the toll it must take on him. But in that moment, standing together in the quiet, you realized how much he cherished these peaceful moments, these fragments of normalcy.

"You’ve been leading for so long," you said quietly. "What do you do when you need rest?"

Jing Yuan’s eyes softened. "I rely on those around me. Those who remind me of the simpler things." He placed a hand on your shoulder, a rare display of affection from the usually reserved General. "You, more than anyone, give me the strength to keep going."

The softness in his gaze spoke volumes, and you felt a deep sense of gratitude. Jing Yuan had led with wisdom and foresight for so long, but now, in this peaceful moment, it was your turn to provide him with the comfort and peace he so often gave to others.

Dr. Ratio stood in front of the chalkboard, his eyes gleaming with determination as he lectured you on the nuances of intellect and creativity. His voice, while confident, held a certain warmth that belied the sharpness of his intellect.

"Knowledge is a tool," he explained, his gaze steady as he observed your every reaction. "But it’s the application of that knowledge that separates the merely learned from the truly wise."

You nodded, absorbing every word, knowing that behind his seemingly austere exterior was a man who deeply cared about nurturing your potential. Ratio’s belief in the power of education was as much a part of him as his brilliant mind.

"Your potential is vast," he continued, his tone softer now. "But it takes patience, discipline, and an openness to learning from even the most unexpected sources."

You felt a sense of reassurance in his words. Despite his blunt, sometimes intimidating demeanor, Ratio had a rare ability to make you feel valued and capable. He believed in your potential, and that belief pushed you to aim higher.

"Remember," he said, pausing to look at you with an intense, yet kind gaze, "true wisdom comes not just from knowing things, but from understanding them in ways that others cannot."

With that, he gave a rare, approving smile. You knew that Ratio’s heart was wrapped in his pursuit of knowledge, but beneath his sharp exterior was a mentor who had invested in your growth, both as a student and a person.

"You're doing well," he said, his usual dismissiveness replaced with genuine approval. "Just keep challenging yourself. That is the key to unlocking the future."

[ivyheaven]

"I'm really sorry," apologies were popular today, but being right next to him and being unable to do much for him, only left apologies. She wiped away as much as she could but hearing him groan in pain made her hesitant to continue. Laurel didn't understand his aversion with doctors, and while she usually wouldn't push it, she couldn't stand seeing him in pain.

The thought of calling his family, frankly, terrified her. Even more so knowing she had never interacted with them, compounded with the fact that she had inadvertently brought him so much trouble. But, Eli spoke up and surprised her. "Inez, okay yes." She nodded slowly, hoping that meant she'd be easier to talk to. Seeing his eyes fill with tears, she wiped them away with her index finger. "I will tell her, she knows you wouldn't forget. Mhm," a soft nod to confirm. "Of course, if she'd let me, I'll try my best with bedtime stories." Singing, it didn't feel too relevant right now, but the reminder to keep him awake rang in her ears. "I..well, I'm not winning awards for my singing anytime soon, but I can always try. No, it's not don't worry." Not the complete truth, but he just wasn't budging.

"I believe you, I do, and you don't need to tell me why. If this wasn't absolutely necessary, I wouldn't push, but I just want to be sure you're okay." She took his hand once more and pressed a small kiss to his palm. "Of course, I'm here as long as you want me." Truer words couldn't be said, even if the prospect of him not wanting her haunted her mind already.

Listening to him talk about his family only scared her further, but she swallowed the lump in her throat and nodded along. She would do as he asked. Besides, he needed his family here. They could do so much more for him. "No, hey babe come on. Stay with me, not time to sleep yet," she was trying to keep her tone calm and soft, but firm so he didn't doze off on her. Thankfully, he couldn't see just how her hand trembled as she held his phone in her hands.

The knock at the door startled her, the phone almost falling from her hand, but one upside? It was very effective in waking him up. Eric, she couldn't thank her lucky stars enough! "This is great Eric, thank you so much," she felt Eli pull away slightly as he tried moving away and sinking into his pillow further. Still, the friend Eric brought was quick to take over and begin examining him. The frown on his face was not very promising. The grip of her hand caught her off guard, but it was just a natural state now - to be jumpy. She nodded very quickly and dialed. “I’ll get her here myself. You don’t worry about that.”

The phone only rang once before it was swiftly picked up. "Inez?" The foreign voice confused Inez, this was not Eli though the phone number belonged to him. She answered and confirmed she was at the phone. "Oh, good. Hi, I'm Laurel. I'm uhm, Eli's friend." Safer than guessing if he had told his siblings the tumultuous world they were living in. "He wanted me to call and tell you he can't come to the phone, I know he has that standing call with his sister, Emma. He um..." where to even begin? "He got hurt pretty badly, I didn’t mean for this to happen.” Losing the focus of the call, she had to get it together. “ it wasn't his fault." She still didn't have details of what did happen but she knew it wasn't on Eli. "The point is, he's refusing medical care. We are still taking him, and he wanted me to call you first. I can give you my number...just so we're in touch while we take him. I know you're a bit far out, but in the meantime, I can try getting him admitted. Just, please get here soon." Inez was not believing what she was hearing, just nodding along as a thousand questions flew around. But, the most important piece clicked - she had to go to Texas. Isaac hovered with a fussy Emma, silently asking if he heard right. That it was the girl’s fault, whoever she was. “I’ll be there soon,” was all Inez said before hanging up. The phone line went quiet as laurel turned back to face Eli while the med student and Eric helped move him once more. “She’s coming, okay? I’ll get her to you”

The car ride to the ER was quiet, the humming of the a.c. was the only loud sound. She wasn’t sure what the RA said to the nurse but it didn’t take long for them to wheel Eli into a room, Laurel quickly following. She was not kidding about staying with him the entire night. “You’re going to be okay, I promise.” What did the promise entail? She didn’t really know yet, but if her suspicions were right, she would need to reevaluate her presence here.

Laurel stepping away he tried hard to not close his heavy lidded eyes. Oh he knew this was not normal sleepy. She was right but also didn't want to have anyone see him. Explaining this would be hard enough. "Ow," He moved his face as it stung and swallowed thick, "God I feel awful." Eli felt sick, he was dodging calls from the people most important to him. This was unlike him and all he thought about was Emma. Their routine. The promise he'd made her before he left. All broken. Emma must have been so sad he knew that. They had never missed a single call. Not even when he was half asleep trying to work on a paper. "My first time sver not answering her. It breaks my heart."

He knew if laurel called back there was a good chance Isa would answer and then truly there'd be no saving this. "Please. Ask for inez first please." He knew the cooler headed Phillips was Inez after Eli. "Emma needs to know I didn't forget. I just can't come to the phone." He felt tears prick his eyes as they stung. "You'd take bedtime stories for her? Can you sing?" That was the only thing Emma had wanted but Eli lacked. His head nudged into her hand. "Heads feels too big. Is it?"

Holding his hand out he sighed. "I don't like them. It isn't like a cute no don't like it. It's an aversion. I hate them. Makes me ill just thinking about it." Maybe that wasn't hard to say he just didn't think she'd have to know about him and docs so soon. "Think you can stay?" A change from earlier when they flirted with the study breaks.

"Don't lie to inez. She doesn't like it. Tell her what is going on she'll be the one who can give everyone the information and mince words that she doesn't deem relative." One thing he knew about his family was that they didn't like lies. If he lied to them he'd never hear the end of it. "I'm sleepy. So sleepy. If I close my eyes for a second...."

A knock at their door had Eli open his eyes and squint. He wasn't expecting anyone and he knew no one else knew what had happened. Eric poked his head in and smiled. "Hey, I brought a friend with me." Their RA was a med student about to graduate. "Couldn't get the actual thing but got the next best thing." Eli groaned as he tried to move further away into the pillow. It was then where his own fussiness came through.

The male didn't speak much as he checked Eli out. A few bruises on his face, slight concussion and once he pushed on his stomach and heard him gurgle out a pained ow, he turned to the room and sighed. "He's got two ribs that are broken. He's got to get seen." Eli shook his head and gripped laurel's hand. "Get my sister here."

[arisewanekosuki]

TLH-Extra-: Their reaction when you get hurt (Part 1)

Aether/Albedo/Cyno x Fem!Reader In some scenarios reader gets seriously hurt in some not. TW: Blood (Aether), Harassment (Cyno) Just small idea, at first I wanted to write for boys in alphabetical order but then… it would took longer because I couldn't come with better ideas for them at the moment. I don't want to force myself too much because then I give up on the fics so decided to just write for who I have idea at the moment. Of course I want to write for all guys but I can't promise anything...

--------- Aether is always protective over you, he can’t even stand when you get scratched by some kitty. No matter how much you try to calm him down saying that with the connection between you two your wounds will heal fast and most importantly you won’t die, Aether can’t help but still be worried whenever you get hurt. One day the Traveler was fighting with the Ruin Guard, you stood, like always, far away to not distract him, but what you didn’t notice was the Ruin Hunter activating not far away from you. When you heard movement and turned around your shoulder was pierced by its arm. When Aether heard your scream, turning around he felt like the world around him slowed down. You fell to the ground holding onto your shoulder, hissing in pain and your blood dripping from the Ruin Hunter’s arm. Aether’s body moved on its own, before the robot could do anything Aether ran towards it and jumped on, fusing elemental powers to his sword and piercing the enemiesy’s core. When he was sure it wouldn't get up anymore, he ran towards you, Paimon already by your side, tears in her eyes. You tried to smile, saying it’s nothing, but the wound was looking very bad. Aether could feel his heart beating rapidly from the fear of losing you. With trembling hands he tried to stop the bleeding, not even noticing that the wound was already closing up. Your and Paimon's voices couldn’t reach him, his mind overthinking. “I can’t lose her too.” He comes back from his thoughts when you place your hand on his cheek. -”It’s okay Aether… I’m alright.” you gently smiled. Traveler finally sees that the wound is not there anymore. He let out a big sigh and held onto your hand. -”Don’t scare me like this ever again…” he mumbled. -”I’m sorry, I will try to be more careful.” you said, embracing him and patting his back. He hugged you back, your warmth reminding him that you’re still there.  Albedo thinks that with him around no harm will come your way. He is observant, always aware of his surroundings, and he pays extra attention when you and Klee are around him. He was conducting a new experiment when you and Klee played in snow, outside of his lab to not bother him.  From time to time he would look over you two to make sure everything is alright. After some playing you two come back to his lab to warm up. Albedo was on the last step of his experiment so he didn’t notice how you tried to reach  for a bag with tea on the shelf to make one for you and Klee. Then he heard something hitting the ground and Klee’s gasp. Turning around he saw you holding onto your head. It seems when you reached for the bag you fell and the box fell onto your head. Rushing towards you Albedo checked if you got seriously hurt but thankfully not, just the spot on your head when the box landed hurt a bit. The boy massaged the spot for you to ease the pain. -”Next time please just tell me when you can’t reach something.” -”Sorry, I just didn’t want to bother you…” you said with a pout on your face, feeling embarrassed to end like this. Klee looked between you two. -”You're doing it wrong! Mama always kisses Klee when she gets hurt! You have to kiss (Y/n) to make the pain go away!” -”You’re right Klee, thank you for reminding me.” Albedo smiled at his little sister and then placed a kiss on your head. “Better?” he asked with a smug expression. Your face got warmer by his action. -”Y-yeah… I feel better now.” You tried to avoid eye contact with him. Klee cheered and clasped her hands. 

It was supposed to be a normal day for you and Cyno. After finishing the work, General Mahamatra invited you for some desserts and to play TCG. You of course accepted the invitation. While you went to find some free seats for both of you, Cyno went to order your favourite desserts. When you were waiting for him, some drunk guy noticed you and took a seat in front of you. -”Um excuse me but this seat is taken.” -”Yeah? I don’t see anyone with you.” You already felt uncomfortable with the way this guy is looking at you. -”My friend is ordering right now, better if you leave before he comes back-” -”Oh? You think I’m scared of your ‘friend’? Don’t be like this, how about we will find some nice place and have some fun?” You looked at him with disgust. Knowing that this guy won’t leave you alone you decided to go to Cyno but before you could get away the guy held onto your arm. -”Please let me go.” -”Why are you leaving? You think you’re too good for me!?” He started to be more aggressive, squeezing your arm so hard that it started to hurt. You tried to struggle free from him, saying to let you go. Suddenly a hand held onto the drunken guy’s arm. -”Didn’t you hear? Let go of her.” Cyno was glaring, furious that someone treated you like this. The man terrified of General let go of you, but this action didn’t let him to be free as well. Cyno’s hold onto him tightened, making the guy wince in pain. -”If I ever see you again treating anyone like this there will be bigger consequences, do you understand?” The tone Cyno spoke in was so terrifying that you got a bit scared too. The guy fell on his knees from the pain. -”Yes! I-I understand! I’m sorry!!” he said with tears coming to his eyes. -”Leave.”  When Cyno let go, the guy tried to leave the cafe, tripping many times in his drunk and terrified state. Cyno sighed and finally checked on you, his eyes and voice soft. -”Are you alright? Did he hurt you?” he asked, feeling guilty this happened to you on his watch. -”I’m alright! Don’t worry!” you smiled, trying to ease his worries. Cyno was deep in thought and then he said with a serious face. -”Alright, from now on I won’t leave your side even for a moment.”  -”I don’t think this will be necessary.” Looking around you saw all other paterons avoiding eye contact with you, probably scared to bring General Mahamatra’s wrath on themselves. They know that even if Cyno let the guy out today, tomorrow he will be ‘hunted’ for sure and brought to justice.  

[h0useslut]

my little dove, why do you cry? ⋆.˚

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pairing : spencer reid x fem! bau! reader

w/c : 1,7k

warnings : grief, death of a major character (will lamontagne), 18x03 spoilers, funeral scene, hurt/comfort, crying, implied past abandonment, mention of migraines, mild angst with comfort

summary : spencer returns for will’s funeral, seeing reader at her most vulnerable. grief has its cracks. and maybe, he’s ready to stay with her this time.

a/n : i missed spencer reid. therefore, i wrote another angsty fic!

The funeral had a brutality of its own. The entire scene of Will dying was surreal to most of you - let alone JJ.

You tried to stay strong because you shouldn’t have been the one to break, cry, and mourn someone you weren’t that close to. Being there for JJ came first.

But seeing your friend shattered, crying when she gave the eulogy… The tears you’d swallowed down were making it hard for you to breathe.

Spencer watched you, from the corner of his eye— struggling to look composed, and serious. He knew you all too well.

You hadn’t been long with the BAU when Spencer left the team. It was a sabbatical first, then another… and then he was gone. No proper goodbye, nothing. Just a vague promise to keep in touch that faded before it even began.

Something between you had sparked. You weren’t delusional. The quiet conversations in the break room, eyes that lingered too long… You reminded him of himself in some way - quietly observant, always watching the room instead of taking up space in it. And he just couldn’t stay away.

You understood why he didn’t keep in touch. You did. You didn’t blame him, or hold any grudges against him. But it still hurt, it still made your chest ache when you thought of what could’ve been.

Now, watching your closest friend sobbing over her loss - over a love she lost, you couldn’t help but wonder if your grief had roots deeper than death.

You could feel him behind you, feel his eyes digging holes into you. You knew better than to hold back in front of him.

The service blurred around you, faces and voices melting into static. Your head throbbed with the ongoing migraine you had, making it harder to focus on what was happening. Grief has a way of finding all the cracks in you and widening them.

You slipped out as soon as it ended. You needed air.

The hallway was empty, quiet. A moment of stillness after the storm. You barely heard the footsteps behind you, until his large frame came into your sight.

Spencer.

He hadn’t aged at all. His eyes had the same soft look, his brown hair still tousled like he’d just woken up. The purple scarf around his neck made you feel nostalgic— like a glimpse into a version of him you hadn’t seen in years.

Your chest hurt too much.

“Hey,” He said softly.

You looked at him, eyebrows furrowed with confusion? hurt? Even he couldn’t decipher it. But he definitely knew you were hurting.

“Are you okay?” He asked.

“Are any of us, really?” you said in a broken voice. He knew you’d say this.

Spencer knew you had a habit of deflecting your pain, of minimising it so you could stay strong for the others. You didn’t have to stay strong for him, though.

He didn’t answer you at first. Instead, he glanced around, and without a word, he guided you into a small, empty room off the main hall. A quiet and sunlit place that smelled faintly of old flowers and wood polish.

“I know you think you have to be strong all the time. But you don’t have to be. Especially not in front of me, sweetheart” He spoke, gently and kindly. Just like he always spoke to you.

The endearment did it for you. The tears you’d struggled to hide made your vision blurry, and you hid your face in your hands.

He didn’t say anything else right away. He simply stepped closer, and when you didn’t pull away he brought you into his arms. Carefully, like you were something delicate.

You sank into him without hesitation.

The feeling of being wrapped around him— his warmth, his scent… It was all familiar. Maybe too familiar. It made everything crack at once.

“I’m sorry I wasn’t there” He whispered, his hand coming to card through your hair. “I should’ve… I should’ve said goodbye. It wasn’t fair to you.”

Your throat felt too tight to answer. You stayed in his arms, body trembling with suppressed sobs. Instead, your hands came to grip the lapel of his coat, clutching at the fabric right where that familiar scarf rested, the one you’d spent far too many nights missing.

“Shh, I’ve got you” he murmured, gently rocking you. Like it was second nature. Like he’d done this before. Or more correctly, like he wished he had done this more often.

You felt it in the way his chin dipped against your temple, the way his hands moved in slow, steady circles across your back. He didn’t flinch when your sobs grew messier. He held you through it, every broken sound met with silence and softness.

His lips grazed your forehead, lingering there before pressing a soothing kiss. In his arms, you felt small—like all the overwhelming sensations from the day were crashing down on you.

When you calmed down a little, Spencer pulled back slightly, just enough so he could hold your face in his hands. His fingers wiped leftover tears from your eyes, handling you with the utmost care.

“Let’s get you home, okay sweetheart?”

You barely nodded, just needing to rest for a moment. He guided you out of the room, his hand resting on your lower back as he led you down the quiet hallway. Outside, the cool air hit your face, but Spencer’s presence was the warmth you clung to.

His car was parked just a few steps away, and without a word, he opened the passenger door for you, waiting till you were settled to slip into the driver's seat. The silence between you wasn’t empty - it was filled with unspoken words, memories, and feelings too heavy to voice just yet.

As he started the engine, he couldn’t help but glance at you every once in a while, his hand finding yours and threading your fingers easily. You looked over to meet his gaze, silent tears falling down your cheeks.

For a moment, the world outside disappeared.

The car pulled up in front of your apartment, and Spencer turned off the engine, breaking the silence softly. “Come on” he murmured, opening the door and helping you out. Your legs felt heavy, crumbling down under your weight. But Spencer held you, his grip steady and firm every time you stumbled a little.

Inside, the warmth of your apartment wrapped around you, but it was nothing compared to the comfort in Spencer’s eyes. He guided you gently to the couch, his hand still holding yours.

“I’ll get you some water,” he said, moving towards the kitchen. You watched him intently, curling up on the couch while you waited.

He returned quickly, handing you a glass. You took it with shaky hands, and he sat beside you, close enough to offer warmth but also give you space.

You didn’t need space right now. You needed his presence. Needed to feel his arms wrapping around your frame again.

Without warning, Spencer reached out to tuck a loose strand behind your ear, thumb brushing against your cheek. His eyes searched for yours, full of care and something deeper. Something vulnerable.

Then slowly, he leaned in, lips brushing against yours in a tender, slow kiss. When he pulled back just enough to look at you, his voice was a soft whisper, full of emotion.

A small tear had slipped down your cheek, this time not from sadness. He wiped it, pressing another kiss right below the spot where your tear had fallen.

“My little dove, why do you cry?”

You didn’t have to answer. The question hung between you, filled with the pain and the hope you both felt. And in that moment, it felt like maybe, just maybe, you didn’t have to face it alone.

“Missed you”

His eyes softened even more at your whisper. “Missed you”. The words felt like a confession and a surrender. Spencer received them both with the reverence they deserved.

“I missed you too, my angel,” he said, almost breathless. His hand found yours again, fingers intertwining like they belonged there. “Everyday”

He leaned forward, resting his forehead against yours. “I shouldn’t have left without saying goodbye” He repeated, breath hitching. “You deserved more than that”

You nodded slightly, your voice small when you spoke. “I kept thinking for a long time that- that I didn’t matter”

He stayed silent, waiting for you to finish your thoughts.

“That maybe it was all in my head. The way you looked at me. The way I felt”

Spencer’s heart twisted. He hated that his silence made you question your worth.

“No, no baby. It was never in your head. I’m so sorry I made you feel like that.” He shushed you, pressing another kiss to your forehead.

“You did matter. And you matter now.” He said, his words holding weight. “I thought about you every single day. But once I left… I didn’t know how to come back after walking away”

You looked at him then, really looked at him, and saw the weight he still carried behind his eyes. Regret, guilt, longing. All of it right there, exposed.

“I would’ve forgiven you” you whispered.

“I know that now,” he said, voice thick with emotion. “But I didn’t think I deserved it back then”

A beat of silence passed between you, his scent filling your nostrils. He lifted your joined hands and pressed a kiss to the back of your fingers.

“I’m here now” he whispered. “I want to stay.” A beat of silence passed between you, his scent filling your nostrils. He lifted your joined hands and pressed a kiss to the back of your fingers.Let me make it up to you. If you’ll let me”

Your breath caught, but you nodded, the answer evident in your eyes.

He leaned in again, this time slower - capturing your lips in a deep kiss, filled with tenderness. It told you everything you needed to hear. That you were wanted, cherished, and certainly not forgotten. Never forgotten.

When the kiss broke, his lips hovered just above yours, breath fanning over you as he murmured,

“I’ve got you, dove. I’ve got you”

The storm hadn’t passed, not fully—but in the eye of it, there was him. And with him, there was peace.

[felidae-sims]

It's wild how major struggles women have had throughout history, and still have, are about wanting to be included in male-only fields and places. Who exactly is threatening women's spaces? It's usually women wanting to break out of forcibly assigned women-only spaces and roles, is it not?

And isn't denying all trans people of their right to live as equals, because of a couple of individuals, amounts to a collective punishment? Since when had they stopped being one of the most abused groups of people, prone to all kinds of crap due to how people are treating them, and now they're the ones being a threat.? To women? stfu. Did right wingers/so-called Conservatives and just any ol' religious wackjobs stopped being a threat to women's lives? I think it's a slightly bigger issue.

Honestly if that rich bitch wanted to put her money where her mouth is, being so concerned about women's well being, she could've probably bought off the entire U.S. election [instead of other Trump "Donors"], preventing them from reverting all the advancements U.S. society has achieved since the 70's, or something.

One more thing that just occurred to me; Isn't she all for government allowances, being that she was assisted by one before publishing Harry Potter? so, this whole right-wing logic of, people could be taking advantage of the system - therefore we should abolish any allowances/not enact trans people their rights, is even more ridiculous.

Also, there's this:

Via theconcealedweapon.

Plus, getting worked up over bathrooms, and whatnot, is so 90's. Ask Ally McBeal.

It reminds me of antisemite's reasoning: they've heard of some incident where a jew was the bad guy, or this one jewish guy did them wrong; therefore, all jews had it coming... Underneath it's just prejudice.

While I'm on the topic, it is an ancient thing, but I DON'T LIKE HER USE OF GOBLINS. Seriously, these guys are in charge of the only bank in the wizarding world?

THESE GUYS:

Source: Reddit.

Excuse me, these guys.?

soure: the Guardian.

"Goblin Bankers"

Source: NYTimes.

More on antisemitism in art throughout history, in this article by Bernard Starr. Not an art historian but a psychologist, but it's a good recap. He did write a book about the topic. And in goblin folklore in particular, in this Reddit thread, by Ronald M James/ u/itsallfolklore.

This was my 60 minutes about J. K. Rowling, Trans Rights and Antisemitism. Thank you for attending my Ted Talk.

P.S. I second dunne-ias's recommendation of The Wizard of Earth Sea, and I'll add The Golden Compass by Philip Pullman. It's not about a magic school but it gives the same feeling as HP does.