#x young adult reader

[hyperfixatedoncrimminalminds]

Can I request an Aaron Hotchner x autistic!daughter young adult ideally but any age. Or even she’s on the team and he’s a father figure to her because her own is so ableist. My dad is so ableist and I have so much autistic trauma from him even though my autism is from him too. He thinks that gives him even more rights to say whatever he wants to me and bully me even more. I just need to know what it feels like to have a good dad who cares about my autism. Who cares about me ❤️❤️

Aaron Hotchner x Autistic! Young adult reader

Of course I can, I'm sorry you have to deal with that, my parents have trouble understanding my Autism as well but they are getting better. I will write this for you!

Summary: Y/Ns ableist Dad comes to the BAU and starts being an Ableist arsehole to his daughter, her father figure (Hotch) steps in and saves her.

Third Person pov...

It had been 3 years since Y/N L/N joined the BAU, she was 21 when she joined and instantly became the baby of the team and Hotch became her Dad, Y/N is autistic and has sensory issues.

Ever since she was little her father was ablest and would bully her and verbally abuse her saying how her being Autistic meant something was wrong with her and that she needed fixing, the man caused her to have so many meltdowns and sensory overloads that it made others concerned her teachers as school.

He was later arrested for child abuse and was sent to prison, Y/N was then left with her neighbours who were a nice loving family and always liked her but hated her dad and were glad she got away from him after suffering for years, her Mum was out of the picture.

The young girl had so much trauma from her childhood when she joined the BAU that Hotch became her father figure, their relationship helped mend Y/Ns trauma from her bio dad and she was able to live comfortably knowing he wasnt in her life anymore, she was treated with respect and was always told that her autism wasn't a bad thing.

From being with Penelope and Spencer (who are also Autistic) her relationship with her Autism was mended and she was able to be herself, while with her dad she could stim or doing anything 'autistic' but with her new found family she was free to stim and had all her accomedations, if anyone disrespected her or called her weird they would have to deal with an angry Hotch and the rest of the team.

It was a normal day for the team, they weren’t on a case and for once they all got to relax and fill out paperwork, well aside from Hotch and Spencer no one was doing any paperwork, Derek and Emily were sat giggling loudly like children as they kept throwing rolled up pieces of paper at their second youngest member.

The laughter increased as they kept hitting their mark, Spencers head, the genius was none the wiser as a pile of paper was forming around him at their many failed attempts. From the side JJ and Penelope sit and watch as Spencer doesn't realise, opposite the genius sat Y/N she was busy spinning in her chair with her headphones on and watching the scene play out.

She had the perfect poker face for when a paper ball hit Spencer's head, as the children in the bull pen play the two adults Hotch and Rossi where actually getting work done, , well Hotch was at least the Italian was drinking and watching the kids outside keeping an eye on them as someone responsible needed too.

As Y/N continued to spin around her in chair she didn’t hear the heavy footsteps off someone walking up behind her, the H/C woman was suddenly yanked off her chair and onto the hard floor by a man, in the process of being manhandled her headphones when flying off her head.

“What did I tall ya about doing that Girl!” exclaimed a voice that haunted her nightmares, gasping in terror Y/N stared frozen at her Father who was suppose to be in prison, the large man had a sickening grin on his face as he saw the terror in his daughter eyes.

“Yes its me!” he laughed that horrible laugh that had Y/N holding her hands overs her ears, the 21 year old was still frozen on the floor while the others were staring at the scene before them guns raised, by this time Hotch and Rossi had heard what happened and were out of their offices.

“bu-but your supposed to be in jail!” exclaimed Y/N finally finding her voice stuttering, the man looked down at her crumpled form, he then grabbed the front of her blouse pulling his daughter close. “they let me out for good behaviour, did ya miss me!” he semi whispered as Y/Ns face grew a sickening pale white, she scrambled to get away but the man wouldn’t let go instead he raised his hand and slapped her.

Y/N cried out in pain. “you really didn’t think I could be held for long did ya you retard! You really are still a fucked in the head as you were years ago” yelled the man, Hotch had had enough, he rain down thw ramp arms raised, gun in his hands. “Get your hands on hr now, you do realise you just assaulted a federal agent” growled out Hotch as the man teared his eyes away from the shivering form of his daughter.

He spat at Hotch. “your not her father I am, this waste of space in am Agent HA!”!” he laughed again and kicked Y/N hard in the ribs, Penelope gasps tears in her eyes as she witnesses her friend get beaten. Y/N holds in her cries of pain and raises her head from the floor glaring at the man.

“your not my dad you never have been!” she cried tears rolling down her face, the sadistic man smirked at the tears rolling down his daughters face, the sight reminding off when she was a kid and he would verbally abuse her, he had never hit her before now, it felt good.

Her words made him angry. “I am your father retard, though I hate to admit it you share my blood, your as stupid as I remember crying on the floor like the child you are to stupid to do what I say” he goes on on berating Y/N and saying how stupid she was once again verbally abusing her, as he went on his rant Y/N managed to stand up.

She was then pulled behind Hotch, his finger close to pulling the trigger. “you Bastard, you shut the fuck up now, you have crossed the line now get out of my building and away from my Daughter before I pump your body full of bullets!” yelled Hotch threw clenched teeth, he was so close to pulling the trigger instead he stormed up so he was chest to chest with the man and pulled back his fist.

When he lets go his right hand connected with the nose he was satisfied to feel it shatter, a smirk on his face before gesturing to a couple of agents. “now don’t ever come back or I will kill you” Hotches hand was burning but he felt satisfied when Y/Ns Dad freeze before he tsked and stormed out not before calling Y/N the R slur before he was detained by two agents ans forced into handcuffs.

Hotch crossed his arms before turning around to hug Y/N was had collapsed, the stress from her dad coming in draining her, she was then sat at her desk with Hotch hovering around her looking at her injuries, E/C eyes locked on his brown ones.

“Im your daughter” she whispers hoarsely, this made Hotch smile and run his hand through her hair. “of course, you are sweetie” he smiled softly kissing her forehead still smiling when she smiles back.

The end!!

Hoped you liked this oneshot so sorry for the wait! As usual sorry for the grammar and spelling mistake!

Requests are open!

Word count: 1366

[ramen-flavored]

He Deserved Better

[lokigodofmyheart]

THROUGH TIME 

Loki x Female Reader.

Summary: The history of Loki and Y/N through the time since they were 8 years old. 

Warnnings: Canon Divergence; Mean Odin; Friends to lovers; really small enemies to lovers; virgin!Loki, virgin!Reader, first kiss, loss of virginity, marriage, planned pregnancy. 

Word count: 9.455

A/N: I really like to write this one. Loki deserves his happy ending. If I forgot any warnning, please let me know. English is not my first language. You can also find this work on AO3.

Y/N and Loki had been best friends for a couple of years now. They met when her mother, a close friend of Frigga, accepted the invitation to move to Asgard and live with them. Loki and Y/N were 5 at the time ant that was 3 years ago. Now they’re 8 years old. 

Y/N had a nightmare that night and woke up scared, so she decided to go to her best friend’s room, like she usually did when she was scared. She knocked on his door, gently. Loki was laying on his bed, sobbing on his pillow, but when he heard a knock on his door, he sat up and tried to stop crying. Y/N didn’t wait for an answer, she knocked and enter his room and went straight to his bed with him. Loki looks over at her and wipes the last of his tears with the back of his hand “W-what do you want?” 

“What happened?” She asked worried seeing him cry, her nightmare long forgotten. 

“Dad hurt me...” Loki said quietly. 

Her face showed pure shock “...what?” 

Loki nods, looking down “He...he hit me.” 

Y/N hugged the little boy tightly “I’m so sorry, Loki.” He hugged her back, sobbing into her shoulders. “Do you want me to stay with you? Or maybe come to my room?” 

He looks at her, his face wet with the tears “I want to come to your room.” 

She held his hand as they got off his bed and walked to her room, Loki following her and still shaken. They went to her bed as soon as they entered Y/N’s room and Loki curls up next to her. “I’ll protect you.” She says to her friend. 

Loki smiles and closes his eyes, slowly beginning to fall asleep feeling safe with her. Y/N seeing he was peacefully, finally closed her eyes and slept too, with no more nightmares in the night. After that night, they made a habit to sleep together sometimes, but no one really mind since they were only kids. 

4 years later

Loki and Y/N were now 12 and they still sleeping close by with Y/N. They are laying on her bed, when she broke the silence. “How was your day?” Loki mumbles something about Odin being mean to him, again. “You should come train with me and Thor. Maybe that could help you relax." She smiles at him. 

Loki just nods at her. He didn’t like that much of the idea to train with Thor. Everyone thinks so highly of his brother. They talked for a few more minutes before they decided to sleep. Loki tried once to train with her and his brother, but he didn't like. So, he starts to spend more of his time in the library reading. 

3 years later

 They're 15 years old now. Loki had gotten taller than Y/N, which was normal, his voice had changed, and he looked more like a man than a boy. Y/N's body was also changing and they're both filled with hormones. Loki got better with his magic and Y/N got better with the fight skills. They still sleep sometimes together, it was a habit by now. But the hormones were starting to act on them. 

Loki was reading a book but couldn’t stop thinking of Y/N. He had thought of her a lot recently and had even caught himself fantasizing of her a lot. He tried to keep his mind on the book, but it was hard when he had been thinking about her so much. Then a knock came on the door and interrupted his thoughts. 

“Loki?” She called him. 

He put down his book and got up then walked over to the door and opened it, looking at her “Yeah?” 

“Can I come in?” She looked a little sad. 

“Uh, yeah.” he steps aside and opens the door wide enough for her to enter. Y/N follow straight to let her body fall on his bed with a groan. Loki walked and sat next to her with concern on his face “Are you okay?” 

“No.” 

“Why? What’s wrong?” Loki looked at her with genuine curiosity and concern. 

"Sif and your brother keep making fun of me because I never kissed anyone." She rolls her eyes. 

Loki thought about it for a minute before a smirk grew on his face “You haven’t kissed anyone at all?” 

"Oh, come on, not you too." Y/N says frustrated and looks away. 

He chuckles and playfully nudged her shoulder “I’m not making fun of you, I’m just surprised.” 

Y/N sighs, sitting and looking at him “Have you?” 

Loki turned slightly red “Well… no I haven’t kissed anyone…” Y/N smiles sympathetic at him. Loki was still a little red “B-but have you really never kissed anyone?” He still couldn’t believe it. In his mind Y/N had kissed loads of boys because she was so pretty. She just shakes her head at his question. 

He thinks for a second and then speaks “So let me get this right, you have never been kissed and I’ve never been kissed, right?” 

“Yeah...” She nods. 

Loki thinks for another second then looks back over at her “I have an idea…” 

“What is it?” Y/N asks curious at him. 

He takes a deep breath and then leans in towards Y/N “Just close your eyes…” She looks at him for a few seconds and then do as he asks. Loki takes a deep breath and then leans in further, so his lips meet hers. It isn’t a very long kiss and is quite short. When it is over Loki looks at her with a blush on his cheeks “So what do you think…” 

She he opens her eyes and smiles, with a blushing on her cheeks too "That was...uh, nice." 

Loki is still blushing hard and can’t pull his gaze from her “You really think so…?” 

Y/N nods "Can we...do it again?" 

He can’t contain the blush on his face and his body is practically radiate heat. His eyes are still glued to her face “Yeah definitely…” he leans back in for another kiss. She leans in too, kissing him. Loki’s mind was racing with thoughts. He never thought this would happen, especially when the person he’s kissing is Y/N. It was incredible, better than anything he had imagined in his fantasies. He holds her waist, pulling her closer to him as he kissed her. 

Loki moans softly into the kiss as the heat escalate, his body reacting to the heat between them. His hands move up her back, tangling in her hair as he deepens the kiss. He can feel himself growing hard against his pants and he breaks the kiss, gasping for air “We should stop.” 

Y/N could feel herself getting wet with just kissing Loki, but she agreed “Yeah, we should.” 

He nods, running his hand through his hair. He can feel the adrenaline coursing through his veins. This was unlike anything he had ever experienced before. He knows they need to stop before things go too far “Do you want to sleep here tonight...?” 

“Sure.” She smiles while she tries to recover from that hot kiss. 

Loki smiles back, laying down in the bed and patting the space next to him for her to lay down next to him. She does it and he pulls her close to him and hugs her tightly as he closes his eyes. 

“Loki?” She called him in a whisper. 

He opens his eyes and then looks at her “Yeah?” 

"We're not gonna tell about this to anyone, right?" 

Loki nods “Yeah definitely. I mean, there’s no reason for anyone to know about it. And I doubt you’d want just anyone to know about this.” 

"Yeah. Just two friends helping each other." She says smiling. Loki nods again and looks back down, closing his eyes. Y/N does the same and they soon fell asleep. 

3 years later

Loki and Y/N were now 18. Loki’s body had changed a lot since he was younger. He was more muscular than he was back then, and his face had matured to the point where he didn’t look like a little boy, but a man. Y/N also changed in those years. She looked like a grown woman now and it she was becoming one of the best fighters on the realm. 

Loki was laying in his bed and staring at the ceiling, thinking about things that were not that important. He heard a knock at his door, and he sighed, getting up to answer it. He looked at Y/N standing there for a few seconds, her beauty striking him a little bit.  “Hey, you’re just back from training?” 

"Yeah. I beat Sif's ass all the time today." She laughs getting in his room, dropping her sword closer to his door. 

He grins “Damn, that’s pretty impressive. I’m surprised she didn’t tell you off or complain about you being better than her.” 

"How said she didn't?" Y/N laughs. 

“And I assume you gave her a good comeback, like saying how you’re better than her?” Loki laughed too. 

“Something like that.” She says still laughing. “Can I use your shower? Mine’s not working.” 

Loki tilts his head in curiosity but then nods “Sure, go ahead. There’s soap right next to the shower and a towel is on the floor next to it too.” 

"Thanks." She smiles and enters his bathroom. After a few minutes, Loki heard the shower being turned off. But then Y/N appears on the door with only a towel "Can I borrow one of your shirts? I forgot to bring my clothes." 

Loki looks at her, his eyes trailing down her body. He could see the outline of her breasts through the towel and feel a familiar stirring in his pants. He nods, standing up and grabbing a shirt from his dresser “Here you go.” 

"Thanks." She smiles "Maybe one of your boxers too?"  

Loki blinks caught off guard by her request. His heart races and his breathing hitches. He hesitates for a moment but then nods slowly, grabbing a pair of boxers from his drawer. He hands them to her with clumsy fingers. “Here.” 

"Thanks." She smiles and goes to the bathroom to get changed. She exits the clean clothes she’s borrow. Loki stares at her as she walks back into the room. He can't help but notice how sexy she looks in just his shirt and boxers. His mind races with thoughts of all the things he could do to her, all the ways he could touch her. Y/N lays by his side on the bed. 

Loki glances at her with a smirk “You look cute in my shirt.” 

She chuckles "Thanks." 

He can feel her body pressing against him, and he can't help but respond. His hand finds its way to her thigh, slowly moving upward. “What are you thinking about?” 

His touch sent shivers down her body "Sif and I were talking today about...some things." 

Loki nods and then leans closer to her “What sort of things…?” 

“Personal things...” 

He thinks for a moment and then speaks softly “can you tell me…?” 

Y/N chuckles and nods "She was telling me about her first time." 

Loki’s interest is piqued, and he raises his eyebrow “and…?” 

"I don’t know, I was just...wondering about things.” Y/N looks at him, a small blush on her face “Have you...did you already...Have you ever had sex?"” 

Loki turns red and he blushes “uhm well no….” 

“Really? But you’re a prince.” She smiles. 

He shrugs and blushes even harder “well, have you…?” 

“...no.” She blushes. 

Loki turns to her and looks her in the eye “So you haven’t…ever?” 

"No. Why?" She looks at him. 

“I just thought…well, you must have had boyfriends, right...?” Loki asked. 

Y/N chuckles "I spent my free time with you, so no. I don't." 

Loki blushes more and moves a bit closer to her “So…we’re both virgins…?’ 

“Yeah.” Y/N let out a nervous chuckle. 

Loki smiles at her and his body heats up. He leans in closer to her, almost whispering “So…want to change that...?” 

“...what?” She whispers back to him. 

His breath hitches and he speak softly “Do…you wanna….y’know do it together?” Y/N thinks for a few seconds before she nods at him. He was her first kiss and she trusted him to be her first time too. Loki smiles gently, biting his lip ever so slightly “You sure this is what you want?” 

“I am. Are you?”  

Loki nods, his heart pounding in his chest “Yes, I am.” he leans in slowly, pressing his lips against hers. She kisses him back, remembering a when they kissed for the first time years ago. 

Feeling her lips against his, Loki groans softly into the kiss. He wraps his arms around her waist, pulling her closer as their tongues slowly explore each other’s mouths. Their kiss deepens as their desire grows stronger. 

Loki’s hands wander over her body, exploring the curves that have developed over the years. Y/N’s hand also explored his body and his muscular chest through the clothes he was wearing. That made Loki let out a groan when her hands travelled his body. He breaks the kiss to press his lips against her neck, trailing soft kisses down her collarbone, making Y/N moan and her hands going down to palm him through the pants. Loki gasped at the feeling. He’s never been touched like this before by someone else and it’s driving him wild.  

He slides his hand on her body to take off the shirt she was wearing, exposing her breasts to him. Loki’s mouth goes down, capturing one of her nipples in his mouth, rolling it between his teeth softly. Y/N’s hands worked quickly to take off his shirt too, while his hands worked to slide down her body the boxer she was wearing.  

Y/N’s hand found his cock when she opens his pants, making Loki gasp and his hips buck into her touch. He groans loudly as he feels her fingers wrapped around his throbbing length “Oh gods, Y/N... this feel so good...” She kept stroking him while he struggles to maintain control when her hands worked on him. 

She suddenly stops, smiling at him “Can you take these off? I want to try something.” 

Loki grins and quickly pull the remaining clothes off, his erection visible now making her eyes widen, thinking if he would really fit her. “What do you have in mind?” 

“Lay down.” She says. 

With a nod, Loki obey her. She starts stocking him slowly again, making him moan loudly and squirm beneath her as she kept her slow pace. “Oh, fuck...” 

“Can you guide me?” She asks with a smirk on her lips. 

Loki just nods his head when she decided to put him on her mouth. His hips jerk up off the bed ad he feels Y/N’s warm mouth on his cock, making him let out a long and low moan. Loki’s hand run though her hair, guiding her as she takes more of him. Loki’s eyes roll back into his head, unable to believe how good this feels.  

Y/N looks at him confused when he suddenly pulls her off “Did I do something wrong?” 

He shakes his head quickly and pulls her to kiss her deeply, his tongue exploring her mouth and tasting himself “No, you were perfect. I just want to finish with you.” 

“Oh, okay.” She smiles. 

Loki lay her down underneath him, smiling at her as his hands moved to her folds. Y/N let out a moan just with the feelings of his hands coming close. She was never touched like that by anyone. Loki slide one finger inside her, slowly stroking her wetness and rubbing her clit with his thumb. That made her let out a louder moan. 

Feeling her inner walls clench around his finger, Loki chuckles softly. He kisses her neck and moves to her ear, nibbling gently “So wet for me...” 

“Loki...” She moans his name. 

Loki groans in response, pushing a second finger inside her slowly. He starts thrusting them in and out gently, stretching her as he leans down to capture one of her nipples in his mouth again. Feeling her body respond to his touch, Loki puck up the pace slightly, increasing both the depth and the speed of his thrust. 

“Loki, I think I’m close.” 

He quickens his pace even more “Come for me.” Seconds later she was hit by her climax, and his fingers keep stroking her, feeling her muscles relax and loosen after her orgasm. “I don’t want this to hurt you, Y/N/N. Are you ready?” 

Y/N just nods at him. Slowly, Loki lines himself up with her entrance, taking a deep breath before he starts pushing forward slowly, feeling the tightness of her entrance as he slips inside. Her face showed pain when he enters her and a few tears scape her eyes. Loki freezes seeing her tears and stops, kissing her tears away. He then keeps sliding inside her, slower than the first time and stops, kissing gently her forehead. 

“You can move.” She says after a few more seconds. 

Once he’s sure that she wasn’t in pain anymore, Loki begins to move, his thrusts slow and gentle as his hands find their way to hers where they lace their fingers together. Y/N let out a small moan, her pain turning into pleasure.  

Loki speed up his thrusts slightly as he hears her moans, watching her face for any sigh that he was going too fast or too hard. When she smiles softly at him, he returns her smile, a warm feeling spreading through his chest. After years of waiting, he finally lost his virginity with her, his best friend. 

“Loki, I’m...” 

“I know.” Was all he said before kissing her. Loki was close too. Her walls clenched around his cock as she moans his name again. Feeling her climax, Loki couldn’t help but release his seed deep inside her. He groans into the kiss, feeling a wave of pleasure wash over him. Panting heavily, Loki slowly pulls out of her, and he collapsed onto the bed besides her. A small smile crept onto his lips as he thought of what just happened between them “That…felt incredible…” 

Y/N nods, still trying to catch her breath “You’re sure you never done that before?” 

Loki chuckles as he wraps an arm around her and pulling her to him “I’m sure, that was honestly all new to me.” 

“Well, you were really good.” she chuckles, laying her head on his chest. 

He blushes as he rubs his hand up and down her back, a small smile on his face “Thank you…you know…I gotta say that was one of the best things I've ever done in my life…” 

“We should do it more times.” Y/N suggested. 

Loki nods “I agree, I wouldn’t mind doing this over and over again with you…” 

She smiles at him “Yeah. We’re friends, we can be a bit more intimate...” 

He smiles and rubs her back a bit “I guess that’s how we can describe it and that’s how it should stay, right? Just friends…” 

“Yeah.” She agrees. 

----- 

Y/N and Loki manage to keep that way for about 8 months. But being intimate brough them closer than they already were, making people inside the palace starts gossiping about them, how they were cute together, that they were probably together but just hiding for the public, that they’re in love. Even Thor and his friends engage with that gossip. 

Loki would notice the whispers. Some people in the castle would start joking around with him about him being ‘in love’ with her. He would jokingly brush it off with a laugh and would deny it. But he was starting to actually have feelings for her. But he could not act on them due to the fact that he remembered what she said to him about them just being friends. So, he remained silent about the situation, still only acting as just friends with her. 

Y/N knocked on Loki’s door earlier than normal. Loki was just sitting on his bed reading a book and he was quite shocked at her early arrival. He quickly put his book aside and went to the door “Hey, what’re you doing here?” 

Loki could see she was angry “Your dear brother just kicked me out of our training today.” 

He was take by surprise by her answer and he got slightly confused “W-what...? Thor kicked you out…?” 

“Yes!” she sits on his bed letting out a frustrated sigh. 

Loki was shocked and he wasn't expecting her to be this angry. He sits down next to her and thinks about this for a moment before finally asking “Why did he kick you out?” 

“Just because I was mad that they kept saying those gossips about us.” 

“Well…you shouldn’t be paying mind and listening to what people are saying, okay?” Loki says to her, trying to easy her anger. 

Y/N sighs “I know, but it’s all the damn time...” 

Loki nods, taking her hand gently “Don’t let them get to you…alright...?” 

She looks for a moment to their hands together, a small smile appearing on her face “I’ll try.” 

Loki smiled back at her and then speaks softly “Listen…about those people that gossip about us….do you think they’re right?” 

Y/N chuckles, looking at him “We both know that we’re not together.” 

He just nods, looking down before he says quietly “Right, we’re not… just friends right…?” 

Y/N noticed the way he was acting. In fact, she noticed the last time they were together too, but she said to herself she was imagining things. “You’re not happy with this, are you?” 

Loki sighs, avoiding eye contact with her “No…honestly…no I’m not happy with this…” 

She nods at him, feeling tense and fearing his next answer “Do you want to stop?” 

He looks back up at her “No…I meant…I’m unhappy with the fact that we’re just friends.” 

Y/N let out the breath she was holding, relaxing with his answer and smiling “Oh, thank the gods!” 

Loki was surprised by her reaction. He had expected her to pull away as soon as he had said his last few words “But…you…you’re not upset…?” 

“No.” She chuckles “I was thinking about that the last two times we had sex…” 

His body tenses up and he blinks in surprise, his heart pounding as he realizes what she’s said “H-hold on a sec…w-we’re you actually wanting to take this further…?" 

“Yeah, I just didn’t know how to bring this up…” 

Loki was speechless as he realized how stupid he was for not acting on those feelings earlier “But does that mean you would want to start a…. relationship with me…?" 

“If you want to.” Y/N smiles widen. 

He smiles and grabs her hand “You have no idea how happy you’ve made me right now. I’ve wanted this for so long…” She smiles at him. Loki’s heartbeat quickens as he feels her hand brush against his. He was finally with the woman he had always wanted to be with for so long. 

Years later

 Y/N and Loki were still dating. They were the favorite royal couple.  

Thor instead in them going with him to fight the frost giants. Loki had become a master of magic in thoses years and Y/N was one of the best warriors of Asgard. When Thor asked them to go with him to fight the frost giants, Loki agreed without any hesitation or question. 

As they were preparing to leave Loki walked up to Y/N. He looked at her and smirked a soft smile “Hey.’ 

“Hi.” She smiles at him. He could notice she was tense. 

"Are you ready for this?” He asked walking closer to her. 

“Yeah.” 

Loki grabs her hands and gives it a tight squeeze “Don't worry, I won't let anything hurt you.” He smiles at her and pats her forearm reassuringly. 

That made her chuckle, she probably was a better fighter than he was "I'm not worried about that." 

He looks at her curiously, raising his eyebrow “Then what are you worried about?” 

"Odin said for Thor to let it pass, and yet Thor insisted. I just have a bad feeling about this..." She says at her boyfriend. 

Loki thinks about what she's said, he also was feeling a bit uneasy as well, but he wasn't going to admit that yet “Hmm... well, I think we'll be fine. I mean we're fighting frost giants, not the entire realm.” he then smirked and spoke sarcastically “Besides, are you scared?” 

Y/N rolled her eyes at him “Me? Never!” 

Y/N and Loki joined everyone else. In the middle of the fight, she saw one of them grabbing Loki's arm. When she run to him, he looks like he just saw a ghost. She grabbed his arm expecting to see a wound, but it had...nothing. He was fine. 

Loki’s eyes were widened, and he looked at her in shock as he slowly pulls his arm away from her. He was scared and his mind was going a mile a second as he was trying to figure out what exactly had happened. 

“You’re...not hurt.” She says looking at his arm confused. 

He blinks and looks at her, his gaze was now a bit more confused, and she could see that he was still shaken up. “I…no…I’m not….” 

They didn't have much time after that to talk. Everything happened so fast, Odin came and took them all back, banished Thor to Midgard. Y/N quickly took Loki back to her room, before Odin decided to do something with him too. 

Loki was obviously shaken up by everything that had happened. He was quiet and kept to himself whilst Y/N took him to her room and his mind was just running a mile a minute. Once they were inside her room, he spoke for the first time since everything had happened "I need to go...to see something." 

Y/N nods “Okay, I’ll go with you.” 

"No... I'll go alone. It's something I have to do on my own...I’ll be right back." Loki doesn't explain any further as he walks out of her room, leaving a confused Y/N. 

It had been already an hour after that. Loki sat silently in his room, staring at a blank wall as he tried to take all of it in. This had to be a mistake...this couldn't be right...how the hell was he a frost giant? There were so many damn questions racing through his mind right now. 

There was a knock on his door. He looked up and he opened the door, he was still processing everything, and he had almost forgotten about Y/N. “Yeah?” 

"I've been looking for you like crazy." She says entering his room. 

Loki raised an eyebrow “Looking for me? I think you’re being a little dramatic” he says casually, although his voice cracked slightly from the stress of everything that was going through his mind. 

"Me? Dramatic? You're the one who left me alone and was being mysterious and all." Y/N says. 

He was angry and confused at everything that happened with him “What the hell is your goddamn problem? It isn’t like I left you for days or something, why are you so worried?” 

“Because I care about you.” 

Loki scoffs and glares down at her, he was feeling more and more pissed off “Did you not understand me the first damn time? I just needed some time to myself, is that so goddamn hard for you to understand?” 

"Your brother have just been banished and you left gods knows where. Are you really complaining about me being worried about you?" She was not believing the way he was acting. 

He rolls his eyes and sighs, closing it for a few seconds before opening them again. “Do you think that right now I want your goddamn sympathy? No! I want to be left alone! Alone with my thoughts. Don’t you get it?” 

Y/N took a step back “Is that what you really want? To be alone?” 

“Yes! That’s what I want! Can you not take the damn hint?!” Loki yells at her, taking a step forward and clenching his fists as he did. 

“Do I annoy you that much?” She asks almost in a whisper. 

Loki glares at her “Yes! You do! You annoy the hell out of me!” He yells, he had never said something like that to her before and it really caught her off guard. 

Y/N keeps looking at him "Okay...I won't 'annoy' you anymore...or ever again" She took out the bracelet Loki had gifted her when they started dating and put on his desk, before she turns and left him alone "I'm ending this." 

That hit Loki like cold water. He was shocked when Y/N placed the bracelet that he had gifted her on the desk. But when she said that she was ‘ending this’ and then started to walk out, he quickly ran after her “Wait! Wait!” he yelled, trying desperately to get her attention. But she didn’t stop, she kept walking away, with tears on her face now. 

Loki runs up to her and grabs her wrist gently and stops her from going “Wait! Please wait! Just hear me out! I’m sorry, I’m so sorry! I…” Y/N just shakes her head, crying. Loki feels guilty, he didn’t really mean what he said. He was just overwhelmed and stressed out from everything. he was still trying to control his emotions “I didn’t mean it…I swear…” Loki sighs heavily as he wipes away her tears “I’m just confused right now. I’m sorry about what I said. Please don’t end this over what I said, I was just emotional. I didn’t mean any of it. Please don’t end this…” 

“Why did you say it?” She asks him in a whisper, tears still running down her face. 

Loki sighs once again and doesn’t speak for a few seconds “I don’t know why I did…I was stressed out and confused. I had no idea what to do, and my emotions just exploded. So…I’m sorry…I really am…”  

Y/N tries to wipe the tears, but more came "I need you to be honest with me." 

Loki nods, still glancing away from her to the side. He then spoke quietly, as to avoid choking up or his voice faltering, he was still trying desperately not to cry “I will…” 

“Do you love me?” 

He sighs and looks back up at her “Yes…I love you so much. And I’m an idiot for just saying all those things to you without properly assessing my own emotions…” 

"What happened?" She asks softly. 

Loki pauses for a few seconds before speaking. “Well…to make a long story short, i found out about my true heritage...I’m not an Asgardian…” He could see the confusion on her face “I’m a…frost giant.”  

Y/N’s eyes widen in shock for a second before she looks down at her feet. A few seconds passed, in a silence that was making Loki more anxious than ever. “I don’t care.” She finally says. 

He was a bit surprised that Y/N didn’t take the news horribly. He was waiting for her to call him a monster, say she never want to see him again...but she was actually alright with him being a frost giant. “You’re just…fine with this? Most people would be terrified of me now.” 

"Well, I'm not most people, Loki. I'm the person who stays with the little boy who cried when his father was mean. I'm the person who was always by your side. I’m the person who loves you.” 

Loki was stunned, hearing her say that made his heart melt and some tears fall off his eyes. He never knew he was going to find someone like her. “Thank you...thank you for being here for me..." Loki couldn't help himself, he pulled her close and kissed her. Y/N smiles into the kiss, not expecting it at all. She wraps her arms around him, embracing the kiss. She felt comfortable in his arms once again and she felt happy.  

"Don't you ever say anything like that to me again. Or I swear I will break things up for good."  

Loki couldn’t help but smile when she said that. She wasn’t leaving him after all, and she still loved him. So, he nodded and spoke softly “I won’t. I promise…” Y/N had tried her best to keep Loki sane after all of these events, but he was too angry. After the events that succeed, Y/N had cried a lot when Thor told her he had die in the Bifrost.  

But then, imagine her surprise when Thor came telling her that Loki was on Midgard, trying to dominate the planet with an army. Y/N was in shock when she heard that. She wasn’t quite sure how to feel. On one hand, she was happy to hear that he was still alive but on the other, she wasn’t excited about him being on Midgard. The thought of him trying to take over the planet worried her. 

Thor took her there with him, thinking that maybe she could get him to stop if the moment came. She hadn't seen him until the final fight in the Stark tower, when she walked to him with her armor and her sword in hand, like Thor had requested her. Loki had his back to her "Loki?" 

Loki heard his name being called but he continued to gaze out at the destruction behind him that he had left in his path. He didn’t turn to face her, and his voice had a hint of a cold indifference in it “…what do you want?” 

She looks at the image in front of him "That's not you." 

He continued to stare out into the destruction and chaos he had left. He knew she was right. He wasn’t himself, he was a completely different version now. One that was angry, manipulative, cunning and cold “I’m fine. I don’t see what the big deal is…” 

Y/N walked closer to him, putting her sword on the ground and using that hand to hold his shoulder “Loki...” His cold gaze finally turned to face her, though his expression remained the same, unchanging and uncaring. When she put her hand on his shoulder, he immediately flinched a little bit because of the sudden touch. “That’s not you.” She said again. 

Loki didn’t say anything for a few seconds. He was silent, his face gave away little to no emotion “I’m no longer the person I was before…I’ve changed…and I’ve learned much…and I’ve become so much more…” 

She reached for his face slowly, and Loki was caught a bit off guard when she put her hand on his face, but he didn’t flinch or move his face away from her. He noticed that she was still wearing the bracelet he gifted her as well.  

"Give up this madness dream. Come home with me." She says softly, her hand caressing his face. 

Loki was silent for a few seconds as he stared at her. Then he finally spoke, his voice now had a slight hint of anger in it “I *will* have my revenge. Nothing...no one will stop me…” 

"Please, Loki. I know the man I love is still in there." She says with tears on her eyes. She didn’t know if she would be able to fight him if it was necessary. 

His anger immediately disappeared when she started to cry. Seeing her tears only reminded him of all of the times she had stood by him, through thick and thin. She was always there for him, he couldn’t just abandon her again. So, he pulled her close and hugged her tightly, still not saying anything and just simply holding her close. 

Y/N return his hug "I know something must happen to you...but please, stop it." 

Loki continues to hug her and just holds her close for a few seconds. He didn’t want her to know his traumatic past, at least not yet. So instead, he spoke softly “You’re right…something did happen…I can’t tell you…” 

"It's okay. Just stop this attack and come home...I'll protect you."  

Loki was now on the verge of crying when she said that. But she had told him she would protect him, and he was so desperate for that right now. He didn’t want to be alone anymore. So, he spoke softly “Please…I need you.” 

He stopped the attack and end up fighting alongside the Avengers. Thor, Loki and Y/N went back home. Y/N and Thor talked with Odin and convinced him that Loki help them in the end, so he wouldn’t send him to a cell. 

Loki was now back at Asgard, where everything slowly became normal once again. However, he was still slightly traumatized by what had happened and was still suffering from the PTSD that he had acquired after the torture. The two of them were still together and he felt relieved that he didn’t lose her. Loki struggled a lot with his nightmares, which were getting worse every night. Whenever they hit, he would wake up in a cold sweat, his heart beating out his chest and he would usually be crying. Y/N would be next to him every time, holding him gently and speaking softly, trying to comfort him when he woke up. He felt very weak and helpless during these moments, and he was glad he had her with him. 

That night Loki also woke up with his nightmares, running to the bathroom to throw up. Loki was already on his knees, hugging the toilet and throwing up, his tears streaming down his face. Any second now he would begin hyperventilating, as was typical for how these nightmares would usually go for him. Y/N woke up and walked to the bathroom, holding his hair back. He immediately calmed down a bit and took a deep breath. Hearing her voice and feeling her touch made things more bearable. 

Loki was still shaking a bit when he finally finished throwing up, so Y/N hugged him tightly as they sit on the bathroom’s floor. His body was shaking almost uncontrollably, and he was trying not to hyperventilate. His breath was shaky, and his chest was rising and falling rapidly as he tried to control himself. But when she hugged him, he stopped for a few seconds and then he hugged her back, burying his head into her shoulder and holding her tight. 

"You know you'll have to talk about this some time, Loki..." She says softly. 

Loki sniffled and held her a bit tighter for a few seconds before he finally spoke softly. His voice sounded choked up and shaky and he was still trying to stop himself from crying. “I know...I just...not yet.” 

“I hate to see you like that.” Y/N says while she brushes his hair away from his face. 

He nodded his head, still holding her tightly “I know…I know that I need to talk about it…it’s just…I don’t know if I can….I just…” it was clear that he didn’t know how to speak about it. He simply couldn’t bear to relive what had happened to him. 

"Do you want me to...see it?"  

Loki flinches, the prospect of her seeing his memories was terrifying for him. He didn’t want anyone to see what he had gone through, least of all someone who he loved so deeply. So, he shook his head. 

"Loki, you need to let it out. He can't hurt you anymore." 

He takes a few seconds before speaking again. He was still on the verge of tears, and he was shaking quite a bit. He understood the importance of talking about it, but he could barely even bring himself to speak about it “I know…I know that it will help…but I’m just…I’m just scared…so scared…” 

"I'm here with you." She says "I'll always be here with you." 

Loki sniffled and he hugged her back tightly. Hearing her say that she would always be there for him gave him a bit of strength, and he tightened his grip on her as if to show his appreciation and gratitude. He slowly let out a breath and his tears began to subside. “I know…I know you will be…” 

She starts brushing his hair, close to his forehead "Can I?" 

Loki was a bit hesitant at first, he wasn’t sure about her entering his mind and reliving the trauma with him. He hated the idea of possibly putting her through that…but he felt so weak and so helpless, and she offered. So, he eventually nodded.  

So she did it. She could see the memories when he let her enter. She was gently around his mind when she starts seeing the fight with Thor at the Bifrost, when he let it go. She saw all the torture he endured from the mad titan and everything that happened with him. She could feel his pain and she could understand why he was so reluctant to talk about it. It was a horrible realization but now she knew the extent of the abuse he endured while under the mercy of Thanos. 

When she came back, she was crying. Loki noticed that she was crying, and he looked up at her with a concerned expression. “A-are you okay...?” 

Y/N shook her head. "No, Loki. I'm sorry you have been through all of that." She hugs him so tightly. 

Loki was still silent for a few seconds as he simply hugged her tightly and buried his head in her shoulder again. He didn’t know quite what to say, he just wanted to forget about what had happened. Especially now when having to think back on it all. When she hugged him back, he started to squeeze her even tighter, as if seeking comfort and trying to remind himself that the pain was now gone. He didn’t want to relive it ever again. 

"You'll never go through that ever again. I'll protect you, I swear." 

Loki wanted to believe her so much. Having her to protect him was a great comfort for him and a great relief. He was so vulnerable right now, scared to ever face anything like that again. Hearing that he would never go through that again was extremely reassuring to him. He kept hugging her and didn’t want to let go. “You promise?” 

“I promise.”  

Loki was getting better after a couple of months. He still had some nightmares, but not as often as before. Thanks to Y/N being by his side, he had started to sleep a little more soundly than before. His nightmares had gone from multiple times a week to only once a week, which was an achievement in his eyes. He didn’t feel as scared to sleep anymore and he was thankful for that. Especially because he knew his girlfriend was right by his side, ready to help him out whenever he needed it. 

After six months, Loki was finally getting better. His nightmares were now happening rarely instead of occasionally. He still had them from time to time, but they were now much more manageable. He still had a lot of healing to do, but this was definitely progress. 

With each day that passed and each night that went by, Loki just continued to think about how much he loved his girlfriend. She was always by his side, and she always managed to comfort him whenever he needed it. She supported him through everything, and she understood him like no one else did. It was only natural that he started to think about marriage. He didn’t necessarily know if she thought the same, but the thought hadn’t left him for a while now. 

"What you're thinking about?" Y/N asks as she notices he was not paying attention to the book on his hands. 

Loki was still lost in thought, thinking about the prospect of marriage. He hadn’t realized that he had stopped paying attention to the book he had in his hands, as he had simply been staring blankly at it. But then she asked him a question and snapped him out of his thoughts. “Nothing…just…nothing…” 

Y/N chuckles “It doesn’t look like nothing.” 

He also chuckled a bit and then said “Okay, maybe it was something….” 

"Are you gonna tell me?" She sits closer to him. 

Loki was silent for a few seconds and then he finally spoke softly “I was just…thinking about something…about us…?” 

"Should I worry about this?" Y/N says with a playful smile. 

“Not necessarily…I was just thinking about…what if we took our relationship to the next level…you know…” 

“Like how?”  

“…like…getting married?” Loki spoke carefully and anxiously as he said this, he was wondering what her reaction would be. 

Y/N smiles softly at him* "Are you serious?" 

Loki nodded and spoke softly “Yes….I’ve been thinking about it for a while now….and I wanted to know what you think….” 

“I wouldn’t be opposite of the idea.” Loki’s heart started to beat rapidly as she said that. “Can you imagine us, married and with a mini you running around?" Loki blushed and smiled, imagining the scenario was a bit adorable.  

He could just imagine the two of them with their child, living happily ever after. Loki liked that idea…very much. It felt so innocent and so pure, something that he had wanted for so long. And there was no way he would ever let go of it, not ever. “That would be so perfect…our own little family…” 

Y/N smiled at the thought “Yeah...” 

Loki smiled back at her, and he wanted to say something else. But he still felt a bit anxious, he still felt like it wasn’t set in stone just yet “So…you’re really saying yes…? Like…definitely, yes…?” 

"I don't know...make the proposal." She chuckles. Loki smirked at her response and then thought to himself. He was definitely going to propose to her soon, that was for sure.  So he started to hatch out a plan for the perfect proposal he would want. Once he had that all figured out, the only thing that would be left was to execute it. 

Days had passed and Loki had been waiting for the right moment. And after a week of waiting, he got that perfect moment. He found her alone in her room and he knew that now was his chance to do it. 

“Hey.” Y/N smiled as he entered her room. 

“Hey…” Loki smiles back at her. He feels the rush of adrenaline as he finally has his chance. This is the moment he’s been waiting for. So, he speaks confidently as he approaches her “I want to ask you something….” 

“Sure.” 

Loki takes a deep breath and steadies his voice, trying to sound as confident and sure as he could when speaking. “You know how a few weeks ago I brought up marriage…?” She nods at him. Loki nods too and gets on one knee, making Y/N smiles. There was a hint of nervousness in his voice, but he managed to keep it steady, and he spoke confidently. “I want to make you mine…completely…and I would like for you to do the same…will you marry me..?” 

“Yes, Loki. Yes!” She hugs him. 

He breathed a sigh of relief as she said yes. He was so excited and happy right now, he was over the moon. He smiled back at her and then he spoke softly. “Then…will you please take this, as a sign of my love?” Loki holds up the ring, waiting for her to accept it. 

Y/N gave him her hand so he could put the ring on her. “It’s beautiful.” 

Loki was absolutely overjoyed. It was one of the most perfect moments of his entire life. All his work in planning the proposal payed off. And seeing her accept the ring, his mother's ring, was the cherry on top. Loki was just so relieved and so happy, he was beaming with joy. "It used to be my mother's...I wanted you to have it..." 

“Thank you.” She smiles before she kisses him. 

He smiled back at her when he breaks the kiss, the entire moment was like a dream come true. He was so overjoyed that he almost couldn't keep his cool. This was the perfect moment. So he took her hand again and squeezed it softly. "I love you..." 

“I love you too.” 

A few months after, the royal wedding happened in Asgard. It was a beautiful wedding. A true fairy tale wedding. Loki and Y/N had finally married. The prince of Asgard had found true love and married his princess. Loki was happier than ever, with the woman he loved the most besides him. This was his happy ending, this was his happily ever after. 

Five months after the wedding, Y/N started not feeling well. She usually woke up throwing up. 

Loki was still asleep beside her when he suddenly woke up to the sound of her vomiting. He immediately jumped out of bed and went over to her. “A-Y/N…? 

“Hm?” She had her eyes closed as another wave of nausea hit her. 

Loki was now in distress and panic. He was getting worried as he tried to keep his cool and not let her know his real feelings yet. “A-are you okay..? You’ve been vomiting for a few days now….” He was so concerned about her at this point. 

"I don't know, maybe it's something I eat?" She felt the nausea passing and open her eyes to look at him. 

Loki still looked worried and concerned, he wasn’t quite buying her excuse. It didn’t make sense to him “But it’s been four days in a row…don’t you think that’s concerning a little?”  

"I'll see a healer later if that's makes you feel better." She smiles at him. 

He wasn’t reassured, he was still concerned about her. But he decided to not press the issue further for now “Okay…just promise me you’ll see one as soon as possible…” 

Y/N nods and later that day, she went to the healer. When she got back to their room, she had a small box in her hand. 

“What’s in that box…?” Loki was waiting for her back in the room. 

"Oh, it's a present for you." She smiles handling him the box. "Open in.” 

Loki’s nervous look remained on his face as he slowly took the box from her, not knowing what may be in there. But he then opened it and his eyes widened when he saw what was inside. His heart raced as he saw that it was a small pair of shoes. “What….are these…?” 

"I don't know, Loki. What are these?" She asks him smiling. 

“They look like…baby shoes…” Loki’s heart races as he realizes what she is implying. He didn’t even want to believe it. But then he spoke, and his tone was shaky. “Are you…”  

Loki was speechless. It was official now; he was going to be a father. He was so happy, he felt so many different emotions rushing through him right now, but the main one was pure joy. “I’m going to be a dad…?” 

"You're going to be a dad." Y/N spoke softly before she kissed her husband. 

Nine months later, Y/N gave birth to a beautiful baby boy. Loki was overjoyed about it. Holding the baby boy in his arms felt like a dream come true. His life would never be the same after this, everything would be different. And it was for the better. This child would be the most important thing to him, there would be nothing that would compare to this precious baby. He kissed him on the forehead, smiling as he did so.  

Loki was the best father ever to his son. He was everything Odin never was to him. Loki made sure the child had everything he could ever want or need. He made sure his childhood would be beautiful and happy and he made sure he gave him everything he never had. He made sure to give him all the love he had to offer to his precious son. He spent a great majority of his time with him. And Y/N made sure she took good care of him as well. She made sure to teach him about love and everything he needed to know about the world. It was a beautiful sight. 

A year later, close to their son first birthday, Y/N had found out she was pregnant again. But this time, she was better prepared to make a surprise to Loki. 

He had just put the baby to sleep and came back to their room. “I have a surprise for you.” Y/N said softly. She gave him a present box. "Open in.” 

Loki open the box and just looked at the shirt in a bit of confusion. It said 'Daddy’s girl’ when they had a son. “Uh…? Did you buy this by mistake…?” Y/N shakes her head ‘no’. Loki was still quite confused. Why did she buy a ‘daddy’s girl’ shirt? They had a son, not a daughter. So, it made no sense for her to buy that. “Then why did you get it…?” 

"Because our daughter will need it." Y/N was holding back her smile seeing Loki’s confusion. 

He immediately tensed up at the word ‘daughter’ and realized what she was implying. Their daughter. She was implying that they were going to have a second child. He just couldn’t believe it. He couldn’t believe that it was really happening. Loki was overwhelmed with emotions, and it showed on his face. His mouth dropped open as he spoke softly. “Our daughter..?” 

Y/N nods, making Loki’s heart raced and his breathing quickened as he realized the good news. His smile became so wide that he even felt his cheeks ache. He was going to be a father again? That was an overwhelming thought and he loved it. The happiness he felt was overwhelming. “We’re going to have a daughter…?” He finally asked. She nods again, a few tears escaping her eyes. 

Loki was filled with so many emotions right now that he just embraced her in a tight and loving hug. He held her close to him, smiling as he did so. Loki’s happiness was palpable at this point. He couldn’t believe that he was going to be a father again. He just couldn’t. And it was so unbelievable that he almost couldn’t accept it just yet. But as he held his wife close to him, he embraced the idea of having another child. 

They had some hard months ahead. Thor had given up the throne, so Loki was next in line to be king now. And a few more months, another baby, a beautiful and healthy baby girl, was born. Loki felt like he was on a cloud, he just couldn’t believe how his life was working out so well for him. With a gorgeous wife and two beautiful children, life couldn’t get any better. 

He was truly overjoyed and grateful. His life was filled with nothing but love and blessings. There was nothing left that he could possibly ask for now. With two beautiful children, the best wife in the world, a kingdom to rule one day. Things couldn’t be better. And as he looked down at his babygirl, he thought about all of this. He loved his life, he loved being a father and he loved his family. And this was more than just a passing thought, this was his life. His happy, fulfilling, life. 

[a-small-writer-in-a-big-world]

im FERAL about Childhood Best Friend!Soap thank u for planting that seed in my brain! now I can't stop thinking about young soap and reader doing all kinds of adorable friend stuff. Friendship bracelets? Exploring "the wilderness" together (except it's just a copse of trees behind one of their backyards)? Reader being allowed by their parents to invite 'anybody at all' to their birthday parties each year, but the only person who EVER gets an invitation is John? IM SOFT AND FULL OF THOUGHTS

No because you get it anon you don’t understand

You’re usually the one who comes up with the plans, Johnny just follows you like a sick puppy. He’s always by your side and he’s always doing something goofy to get you to laugh

He keep all of the bracelets you make together

He spends every weekend at your house, having sleepovers and watching Sunday cartoons with you. The two of you play video games and get so competitive that your mom has to turn it off to save herself a headache.

And sweet Johnny even at a younger age still coming to defend you from bullies. Getting into fights with boys who tease you and standing up against any girls who say something rude to you.

He’s your best friend. Always there for your birthday, bringing you the best gift you wanted.

God forbid you cry in front of him. He’s suddenly a comedian, saying the most outrageous things and doing the most to make you smile.

[bombitart]

Violet and Xaden unexpected night meeting from “Fourth Wing” by Rebecca Yarros

[tadpolesonalgae]

Modern YA! Azriel x reader - Good, Little, Girl <3

A/N: I’m sure you’re all familiar with effects of this song, and if you aren’t, give it a go!

Warning: Az being a bit of an ass but it’s for reader’s sake, implied sexual harassment/assault, blasphemy

-Part 2- -Part 3-

Visual Prompt here!

His fingers fumbled with the set of keys, slotting them into the lock and opening the door, taking the umbrella from your hand and pushing gently against your lower back to guide you inside. You held the door as he shook the umbrella and stepped inside, leaning it against the wall.

Outside came the rumble of thunder, and peering through the large panel windows on either side of the dark, wooden door, you could see the already heavy rain become torrential. “Looks like we dodged the worst of it,” you tried to pick out the silver lining, however you had found yourself there.

Yes, there. Stuck with your only decent work partner until this storm blew over, and you could head back to your accommodation. You’d both been leaving the library, staying late in order to get your respective parts for the presentation finished up before heading out, when the heavens decided to rain down hell on you. And Azriel.

“It’ll get worse,” he spoke from over his shoulder, crouching down to remove his shoes, “give it a moment or two and you won’t be able to properly see the road.” You pursed your lips, again glancing anxiously out the windows. The rain had indeed already gotten heavier, making it look like a thin fog was rolling along the ground with how hard it was hitting.

A small droplet of guilt slid down your back as you marked his sodden hair, a clear line in his clothes where the umbrella hadn’t covered. You had a matching mark on your left shoulder. “And you’re sure it’s no problem me being here?” You knew you were repeating yourself, but you didn’t even really know him that well. All you were going on were the couple of late nights a week you’d been spending together at the library. He’d seemed fine…

Following suit, you crouched down to untie your shoes - also soaked - though your fingers were pretty numb so it took a while.

He stood, removing his outer jacket and hanging it from a coat hook, turning and holding out his arm. “Oh, thank-you,” you mumbled, handing him your thick, pale green scarf that was also partially soaked. He rose a single brow, mouth quirking up to the side as he placed the scarf beside his jacket, “I was intending on guiding you to the living room.”

Heat flushed your cheeks, “oh. My. God. I am so sorry.” You hid your face with your hands, feeling warmth ravish your skin. “It’s fine,” he chuckled, making you peek over your fingertips. “Really,” he laughed, gently, “don’t worry about it.” You closed your eyes for a moment, grimacing, before loosing your hands, though your cheeks were still warm.

Not hot though. That was good.

He turned, moving along the hallway before taking a left. You were about to follow, raising a foot to take a step, when a small droplet of rain dropped from your sodden tights. “Uh, Azriel?” You called, stepping back onto the mat, attempting to dry your tights. He stuck his head out from where you assumed the living room was, giving you a questioning glance. “My tights are kind of soaked.” You lifted a foot to show the water dripping from them steadily, “I don’t suppose you happen to have any…spare…” you trailed off, realising what a dumb question it was.

“Sure.” Your head snapped up to meet his serious gaze. At you confused expression, he waved his hand dismissively, “take those off. There’ll be some upstairs somewhere.” You swallowed. It made sense - taking them off - but, in front of someone you barely knew? He sensed your hesitation, “don’t worry,” he grinned, walking forward to the staircase, “I won’t turn into a drooling mut over your bare ankles.” He began ascending the staircase, leaving you flushed and confused in the entry hall.

After hastily, and awkwardly, removing your tights - thankful that the skirt you were wearing at least came down to your thighs - you quietly padded up the staircase after him. Looking down the long hallway, you decided to head to the door that was partially opened. Peering inside, you figured it must be his bedroom. You waited just outside, not wanting to intrude.

He turned to you, holding up a pair of fishnets. You swallowed. He laughed, re-folding them before rooting out a sheer black pair, they looked a little thin but you weren’t about to complain. “Thanks,” you mumbled, keeping your eyes on the tights and not nosing at the rest of his room. Bedroom.

In front of him, eye-level with his chest, you hesitantly took the elastic fabric from his larger hands, gaze flicking up to his, “is there somewhere I can change?” His brow narrowed at your question and you forced yourself not to shrink under his scrutiny, “are you purposefully acting dumb, or just being polite?” Your lips parted suddenly, a breath leaving you, “um?”

“Well, obviously there’s going to be a place to change? What, you think we don’t have a bathroom or something?” He questioned, and you couldn’t tell if he was being mean or genuine. “If you want something, just ask for it. It’s tiring hearing you dance around everyone’s toes.”

You remained frozen in front of him, not sure how to react. He cocked a brow, “the bathroom’s down the hall, fourth door on the right.” Confused, you turned, tights in hand, moving toward his door. “Do you always do exactly what everyone asks you to? Without question?” You paused at his door, looking hesitantly over your shoulder, “is it not the fourth door on the right?” He groaned, rolling his eyes. Shame flushed up the back of your neck. Had you done something wrong?

“God, are you seriously that much of a pushover?” He muttered, looking at you from beneath a lowered brow. “Um…I’m going to…change…” You began to move down the hallway, when he peered out of his doorway, “stop.” You stopped, looking back at him again. “Oh my god, you are,” a mocking grin lifted the edges of his mouth.

Your brow curved upward, confused. He’d seemed nice, cute even, on all those late study nights. So why was he acting like such an asshole now? You bit the inside of your lip, not deigning him with an answer. You’d go downstairs, text a friend to let them know your situation, and head out in to the rain. You were beginning to feel a little unsafe around him.

A hand wrapped around your wrist, making you turn to face him, “hey, if I told you to strip, would you do it?” Your mouth hung open at his crude words. His hand tightened on your wrist. This was too far, right? This sort of stuff wasn’t okay. But you were in his house… You’d put yourself in this situation, so…wasn’t it kind of your fault?

He laughed, a mean, taunting laugh, “holy shit, are you actually considering it?” His hand released your wrist as he backed up a step, “maybe I should have given you those fishnets.” Without thinking, you raised your palm, moving to smack him but he caught your wrist with slightly widened eyes. Too bad you’d already lifted your leg, slamming the heel of your foot down onto his toes. He released your wrist as pain lanced up his leg, downing him.

You took the chance, dropping the tights and running full-force down the hallway, practically leaping down the stairs as you grabbed your bag and dashed for the door, out into the storm. You didn’t even make it down the driveway before his hand was gripping your upper arm firmly, but not painfully. “Get off me,” you snapped, trying to swing your bag into his head but he caught it, tugging it from your grasp easily. You opened your mouth to scream, but his hand landed over your jaw, preventing any sound from escaping.

“Hey, calm down. I’m sorry, okay? Just calm down a moment,” he shouted over the rain, but you opened your mouth, about to bite him so he yanked his hand away. “Listen! I could very easily throw you over my shoulder right now and carry you inside, but I’m not doing that, am I?” He reasoned, hand still firmly wrapped around your bicep, “besides, how far were you planning on getting in bare feet?”

You levelled him with an accusatory look, “I wouldn’t have had to run bare-foot, if you weren’t being so insanely inappropriate,” you shouted back. “Fine! That’s fair. Just come inside at least, you’re soaked,” he returned, releasing your arm and holding up his hands as he backed away, giving you the chance to run. You glanced down the driveway, how the water was rushing over the brick red tiles, then back to him.

Turning back to face him, you stormed closer, jabbing a nail against his diaphragm, “you take one step out of line, and it’ll be an elbow to your mouth, understand?” His mouth kicked up at the sides, “is that a threat?”

“Normally, I’d say it’s a promise. But yes, it is a threat, dickhead.”

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You followed him into the kitchen-slash-living-room-area, the yellowy-orange lighting giving you an illusion of warmth that you appreciated, hands bracing your upper arms in attempt to keep warm. You went to the kitchen island, taking a seat and daintily crossing your legs. “So well behaved,” he remarked, watching as you neatly arranged your body so it was as tucked away as possible. You got the feeling he hadn’t intended it as a compliment. “Would you rather I threw those glasses on the floor?” You snapped, glaring at him, heart still pounding. You have him a once over, “from what I’ve heard, maybe that’s how you’d prefer it.”

He casually leant against the hob, crossing his arms over his chest, watching you from across the counter, “and what, exactly, is it that you’ve heard?” He challenged, raising a provocative brow. You probably shouldn’t answer that, it would come out as rude. Though you were still more than a little angry at the stunt he’d pulled. “That you’re a dumb, stereotypical, frat boy who doesn’t clean up after himself.” That wasn’t really true. All you’d heard was that he and his brothers threw great house parties - a lot of what you’d said had been based on various assumptions about him that you’d decided in the past minute.

But all he did was smile, as if he knew you were basically lying through your teeth, “‘a dumb, stereotypical, frat boy,’ huh?” You nodded, feeling heat build at the base of your neck. “Anything else?” You swallowed, not wanting to admit you really hadn’t heard anything bad about him, so you nodded, “I heard that you’re a boarder line alcoholic.” His grin widened into something more feline.

“Now that one’s interesting.” He moved forward, taking a seat across from you, watching you carefully, “any more you want to tell me about myself?”

Your eyes flicked up to meet his over the counter, “I heard…that you sleep around a lot…” Now you were really stretching.

“Slut shaming, are we?” If it weren’t for his teasing grin, you’d think he was serious. Instead you narrowed your brow, levelling him with an unimpressed look, “I’ve given you no indication whatsoever to whether I think that’s a negative description or not,” you countered smoothly. “Okay,” he propped his cheek with his hand, tilting his head to look at you, infuriatingly lazy grin still playing at the corners of his mouth, “and is it?”

You cocked your head, “is it what?”

“A negative description.”

You blew out an exhale, “that’s none of my business.”

“You aren’t interested?” He countered.

Scowling, “you don’t even know if I’m interested in men.”

He smirked, making the tips of your ears heat, “I meant you aren’t interested in verifying that particular rumour.”

Insufferable.

“You should have clarified.”

His grin widened, “I think I like knowing that your mind went there first.” Your scowl deepened as you glared at him over the counter top, “you’re acting surprisingly arrogant, considering we hardly know each other, Azriel.” His mouth quirked. You flushed, realising how much you’d been admiring looking at that particular feature. “‘Azriel’? I thought you were set on calling me dickhead?” You sent him an overly sweet smile, “forgive me, they’re synonymous with one another so I didn’t think you’d mind. I can continue using that name, if that’s what you’d prefer?”

His grin expression turned feline, “a nickname, how adorable.”

“There’s nothing adorable about it,” you snapped, “it’s an insult.”

Sparks danced in his eyes, “adorable,” he repeated, smiling, “adorable, little thing.”

Your brow dipped, “don’t call me that,” you snapped at him, regretting it as his smile widened. “What would you prefer, then?”

“My name, would be a good start.”

He sighed, “so mundane.”

You rose your brow, “big words,” you taunted, a grin lighting your mouth. He gave you a wicked smile, “I’m very familiar with big things.”

The grin was wiped from face, a scowl replacing it, “and what’s that supposed to mean?”

He looked a little puzzled, “now, I can’t tell if you’re being genuine or just baiting me.”

You quirked a brow, “baiting you…?” He dragged a hand over his features, resting over his eyes, though a slight smile was dancing on his lips.

Once he’d reigned in his smile, he looked up at you, “I’m going to take a leap of faith and assume you understand comedic effect of an innuendo?”

You gave him a look of confusion, then made an exaggerated look of realisation, “oh! I get it now!”

He threw you a mischievous grin, “you manage to connect the—”

“You were trying to be funny!” You offered him an obviously fake laugh, which became a little too real when a scowl marred his beautiful features, brow dipping and lips tilting downward.

“Aww, can the mean man not take a joke? Surely you understand the comic effect—”

He waved his hand, “I get it. You don’t need to put me through a condescending explanation,” he gave you a pointed look. You leant forward on the counter, resting your jaw against your palm as you gave him a provocative look, “big words indeed.”

Azriel’s scowl deepened, but something mischievous sparked in his eyes. You didn’t like that look, it made you wary. “You know, I was going to offer you a change of clothes.” He leant further across the countertop, voice dropping to a melodic drawl, “but I think I’m enjoying the sight of you soaking wet.”

You flushed, hot blood rushing to your face as you physically recoiled in the chair, making him chuckle. “Do you have to be so crude?” You broke eye contact with him, casting your gaze across the living room mixed with the kitchen area. A shiver wracked your body as you remained in your wet clothes. “And what clothes would I even change in to,” you muttered, “I’d need a little more than a pair of fishnets.”

There was an intensity in his gaze; a slow, but wicked grin spread across his mouth. Your lower belly fluttered as you nervously leant back in the chair, “stop looking at me like that.” The grin widened as he leant a little lower on the tabletop, “like what?” You attempted to glare at him but you knew the flush was undermining its authority, “like you’re having some less than savoury thoughts.”

He hummed, the grin remaining on his mouth as he straightened, smoothly standing from his chair, prowling around the counter. You slipped from your stool, trying to hide your bare legs behind the chair, “what are you doing?” His smile appeared innocent enough, except for that damned glint in his eyes. “Don’t you want to get out of those?” He asked instead, softly; your arms came up to cover your chest apprehensively. “I’m not sure I trust you after last time,” you countered, quietly.

Azriel straightened, the glint vanishing from his eyes, leaving them a warm hazel from the yellow and orange lighting of the room you were in. “You don’t stand up for yourself enough,” he spoke, turning to head for the door, “I’ve already told you: it’s tiring watching you dance around everyone’s feelings.”

“So you’re saying you acted that way for my sake?” You shot back skeptically. He threw you a glance over your shoulder, his gaze serious, “yes.” He disappeared out into the hallway, leaving you standing behind the chair, confused and a little freaked out.

You followed him out in to the hallway, keeping a safe distance behind him as he ascended the stairs, “do you really expect me to believe you?”

“I know you do,” he called over his shoulder, “or you wouldn’t have come back to me.”

You frowned, “your house,” you corrected, in a low mumble, “I came back to your house.”

“Call it what you want.” You could hear the grin in his voice.

“And I can stand up for myself perfectly fine,” you snapped, “I don’t need you inserting yourself into my life because you think you know better.”

“You can’t tell me that you seriously believe that the work distribution was fair,” he muttered over his shoulder, “everybody knows you took on a disproportionate amount for the project.”

“I’m handling it fine,” you spoke primly.

“Please. In the past month how many late nights have you spent at the library?” It was a rhetorical question, but you answered anyway.

“Enough to get the work done to an appropriate degree.”

“Meanwhile the other three haven’t stayed past 2 P.M..”

“Okay, but that’s not your problem is it??” You snapped.

The two of you had reached his bedroom door again, Azriel moving toward the wardrobe, “it’s painful to watch.” He opened the door, fumbling inside, “not to mention dangerous,” he added. You rolled your eyes, “I’ll stop if I think I’m about to keel over from stress.” He turned to look at you, alarmed, a large, black, leavers jumper in hand.

College of Illyria.

“I’m talking about, had I been some other guy, you might not have even been able to reach the front door,” his voice was lethally soft. You blinked, unconsciously yielding ground to him. “I’m perfectly capable of taking care of myself,” you replied, though your voice lacked the necessary conviction.

He sighed heavily, closing the wardrobe door, holding out the jumper, “for your sake, I hope so.” You hesitantly stepped closer to him, delicately taking the soft fabric from his outstretched arm. You didn’t thank him as you turned, quickly walking out the door and heading for the bathroom. Fourth door on the right.

In the hallway, you spotted the pair of tights you’d dropped when you’d made your hurried exit. God, why did he have to be such a dick about it? He couldn’t have just brought it up in conversation? Like a normal fucking person? Did he even understand how scared you’d been?

Your brow furrowed.

Maybe that was the whole point.

You bit the inside of your lip, unsure what to make of him. It seemed he did have good intentions. Like your flatmate would say: he’s a little confused but he’s got the spirit.

You bent over to pick the tights up.

“Jesus Christ.”

[soupsandwich64]

THE GUARDIANS OF THE GALAXY AND THEIR LOVE LANGUAGES.

Forgive me for any mistakes of lore, names or character traits etc.. I am bad at remembering things.

Not proof read.

ALSO NOTE THAT THIS DOESN'T MEAN "THESE ARE THE ONLY LANGUAGES THAT WORK ON THEM" IT MEANS "THESE ARE THE ONES THAT WORK BEST OUT OF ALL OF THEM"

And theres things like least favorite, too.

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ROCKET RACCOON

RECEIVING -

(What is most effective towards him)

GIFT GIVING.

(Particularly prosthetic limbs)

QUALITY TIME.

Think like co-playing. Both in the same room doing different things. Sometimes talking

WORDS OF AFFIRMATION.

This one is probably pretty intense for him, so he only lets it actually sink in if it's a short sentiment from someone he truly cares about. Like, a friend being like "wow you're so cool!" Would definitely make him feel good, and probably inflate his ego/self esteem, but wouldn't really set in. But if like, Peter or Mantis etc. said something like "I appreciate everything you do for this team, we love you" that might actually hit hard. That's what I mean when I put words of affirmation here

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GIVING

(What he would give you or others)

WORDS OF AFFIRMATION.

QUALITY TIME.

These two are his most standard forms of affection. He also gives them like he receives them. So, if someone he's friends with is a silent type, comfortable silence in the same room. If they're talkative, some light chatting is ok, and so on. Words of affirmation from him would most likely just be surface level stuff like "Good job" "You're not as dumb as I thought" "that's a neat trick" etc. sort of a friendly bullying. How people respond to that bullying tells him a lot about someone, usually. Just like with himself, if he's particularly close to someone, he may let out the occasional genuine praise without a layer of sarcasm.

LEAST FAVORITE

Physical touch.

Yeah, ouch, I know.

Not only is he smaller than everyone, which might make physical touch overwhelming, but he also has the situation on his back. But deep down, I think he's a bit touch starved (Everyone in the dang MCU is at this point) and secretly enjoys it. You just can't be heavy handed, and he really has to trust you. And too much too frequently may make him feel like a pet. So be careful.

(theres no way he would admit though, If asked about it he would simply say "Cause I don't want you gross sweaty skin bags all over me", referring to most peoples lack of fur)

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PETER QUILL

(Theres like only 4 gifs of him. Why does my boy not deserve tasty gifs)

RECEIVING

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With Peter it heavily depends on where you are in his timeline. The "golden age" Peter, where Gamora is alive and in love, and its good times for everyone, is probably not focused on relationships outside of the team (which might be part of his issues that were addressed in Vol 3.) The "everyone I love is dead" peter is in an extreme depressive state and obviously isn't going to be making new friends or even be responsive to his current friends (for the most part). The post Vol3 "Reconciled with my dad and stopped hopping on lily pads" Peter is new man! But also the same, being like a rebuilt version of himself. He would now, in my opinion, value every relationship he has. Every opportunity he has to be with other people becomes valuable, and everything he does is to honor the people who loved him when no one else did (Mama Quill, Yondu, Gamora etc.) and serve the people who love him now and kept loving him even through hard times. (Rocket, Mantis, Drax, Groot etc.).

With that said,

ACTS OF SERVICE

GIFT GIVING

I see Peter feeling loved more through actions and physical items because of what he's been through, making him crave things that are solid and real. Also Yondu was a lil trinket collector so that may turn up in Peter too. But, I also think Peter may feel a little guilty when receiving gifts. Very grateful, though.

I will also add

WORDS OF AFFIRMATION

QUALITY TIME

Because even despite what I just said, I think a solid "You're so strong, I look up to you" every now then would make him giggle and kick his feet a little internally.

And listening to music together or sharing music is also particularly special

At the end of the day, he's just happy to be around loved ones.

GIVING

Just as you may be doing right now, he would probably try and figure out what the specific person likes. So his giving just depends on the person.

LEAST FAVORITE.

He doesn't really have one. He just wants to be loved.

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DRAX

(The destroyer (and protector))

Drax is probably receptive to most forms of affection, but it has to be obvious and clearcut.

Like, doing subtle things in the background might not get his attention, but hugging him directly and saying something like "I appreciate you as a person and for everything you do for the team" would be a lot better, and mean a lot more to him, even though its a very bold/blunt move. Theres probably a balance between blunt and subtle, but it would be pretty easy to strike. You also don't want to leave room for interpretation if you're afraid of him misinterpreting the difference between platonic and romantic affection. Its a slippery slope, but as long as you avoid using the word 'love' without platonic clarification too many times, you'll be good.

Also Drax does does not make friends in the traditional sense, he simply decides who is and who is not his friend. Whether they know about it or not. Not even in a way thats like cold and calculated or something, he just thinks it in his own head and decides it, expecting the others to simply Know.

With that said,

RECEIVING

PHYSICAL TOUCH.

I say this is probably both receiving and giving, but he's probably less likely to give and more open to receive. I feel like he would just kinda stand there the first few times someone hugged him, but if it became a routine thing, he would become more reciprocal. That might sound like he doesn't like physical touch, but I think its rather the fact that along with his other social skills, physical affection just turns out.. different.. for him. Like when he pet Rocket. I think he's a physical person, it just comes out weird. I want to hug him. If you touch his muscles too much he may get weirded out, or think you like him.

GIVING GIFTS

If you give him something he likes, like zarg-nuts, oh boy. He will DEFINITELY like you. Thats all to be said.

GIVING

WORDS OF AFFIRMATION.

Things like "You're ugly, but thats good because then you know who really loves you", y'know.

GIFT GIVING

Will offer you zarg-nuts. Thats a big deal.

LEAST FAVORITE

Probably Quality Time, but only if its boring. I think he actually sees things like fighting alongside the team as quality time, so it might just be different than how we would interpret quality time.

Again, he probably is just generally receptive to each language so you can't really go wrong, as long as you come across right.

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GAMORA (pre and post)

(There's also not a lot of gifs of her at all)

So, much like quill, she has three versions. During Thanos, Golden Age, and Multiverse. I'll do Golden Age and Multiverse because I don't think During Thanos is interesting, at least not for this specific post.

Also golden age and multiverse are technically two different people.

GOLDEN AGE GAMORA

Golden age Gamora is, in my opinion, a very deeply feeling woman. She can be stone cold when she needs to, but I feel like she is very emotionally intelligent especially as she gets closer with the team. She is also very loving, and is often 'the rock' of a friendship. Or just generally the level headed, down to earth one.

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RECEIVING

QUALITY TIME

Definitely finds spending time together and talking valuable. Even listening to music together is special.

WORDS OF AFFIRMATION

As long as the words are honest and not trying to just flatter her or try and get in good with her, she appreciates it. Honest praise goes a long way. Too much too often may make her embarrassed.

GIVING

Since she *is* rather emotionally intelligent, I imagine she would figure out what that person is most receptive to, and display that. But if it's someone she likes, like Peter, she may get bashful and have a hard time acting natural with it and would probably revert to her own preferred language.

LEAST FAVORITE

GIFT GIVING.

I imagine her upbringing caused her to not be a materialistic person. That said, gifts can be extremely special to her, but its just rare. So giving her flowers doesn't do anything but like if Peter gave her a mixtape, thats different.

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MULTIVERSE GAMORA

A more hot headed, less sensitive version of golden age. Meaning she's probably more standoffish and less emotionally intelligent, but not by a lot, just sort of by the trimmings and details of her personality. Being with the ravagers probably does that to most anyone. Golden age has more motherly vibes, while multiverse has more protective older sister vibes.

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RECEIVING

PHYSICAL TOUCH.

In the form of rough housing and play fighting with her ravager friends. Not exactly in a tender way, although I do see sort of the "let me patch you up" angst. One of the differences between the two is that multiverse is more afraid to be vulnerable.

GIFT GIVING

Surprisingly. I think the ravager life style may make her a little more appreciative of having her own things. I imagine theres a lot of competitiveness for special food and special items, even if its playful. Even though something unnecessary like flowers may not excite her, things like a newer, stronger weapon could mean a lot. Golden Age may not feel the exact same only because it's probably more accessible. But lets say if its something Rocket made her, then it would be inherently valuable because its from her friend. With multiverse, things gain inherent value when they're useful.

LEAST FAVORITE

WORDS OF AFFIRMATION.

She doesn't need you to tell her she's doing a good job, she already knows. Compliments are only effective from people she respects above peer-level, which is rare. Joking around with her friends (loving insults, etc) is different though.

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GROOT (multiple ages)

(I couldn't find gifs of young adult groot, only many of baby groot and a few of groot senior. Sad)

Baby Groot, Teen Groot, Young Adult Groot, Adult Groot, Groot Senior. So many choices. I'll do them ALL. (Except adult groot cause we just saw him for a few minutes so like- yknow)

GROOT SENIOR

Since Groot sr. was treated "more as animal" than a person, I imagine he doesn't have a concept of love language at all. Therefor, I will say that anything he perceives as loving, caring and protective action is his love language both giving and receiving. R.I.P. legend you will not be forgotten 🪽🕊️🕊️ 🙏 💯

The original baby boy. I'm still sad.

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BABY GROOT

He's a baby, so in theme for babies, attention, physical affection, and quality time are pretty much his main priorities. He ain't got much going on. Older baby groot, like toddler groot, is more active and perceptive, so I'd say his main receiving language is words of affirmation, and his main giving language is acts of service.

TEEN GROOT

Teen groot is broody and angsty, and he's definitely not thinking about other's feelings. So I'm gonna say while it's rare, when he does show affection, it's act of service. Receiving is pretty much anything, he doesn't really care right now.

At least not about the specifics.

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YOUNG ADULT GROOT

Now, groot is much more loving and affectionate. He is receptive to all love languages, and gives them all too. Except, theres not much use in words of affirmation for him unless he really loves the person.

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MANTIS

RECEIVING

Anything. As long as she can clearly tell it's love/affection, it's effective. Like Peter, she just wants to be loved.

GIVING

WORDS OF AFFIRMATION.

Being able to verbally explain how she feels to someone, and how she may appreciate that person, is the most confident option for her. She thinks that it's pretty effective, and is the safest option. She probably also never got a lot of affection at all before the Guardians, but I think she appreciates mental and social affection more than physical.

LEAST FAVORITE

Doesn't have one.

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NEBULA

(Last one I'm doing this post then I'll do a few more in a second post)

RECEIVING

QUALITY TIME.

Like board games and stuff, or at least thats what I think she wants, deep down. I feel like maybe she doesn't realize this is one of her love languages. Like it's subconscious.

GIFT GIVING.

With her upbringing, she only had things taken away. Giving her something of importance may mean a lot to her. Like her new arm in Vol3. Again since shes still a little emotionally constipated, she may not really realize this.

GIVING.

She doesn't really understand how to sort of actively pursue a friendship or how to read someones love language, so her giving language is probably just existing in the same space as someone without criticizing them. Because she doesn't quite know how to do more than that, or at least isn't comfortable right now. But she wants to and deep down she's trying.

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THANK YOU FOR READING!!!!!

I'll do like Adam Warlock and stuff next.

[myvampyrez]

Hi, can I request Dante and Vergil have a daughter reader? heck maybe add Nero being their big bro/little bro if you want. I’m not sure if this is against your rules or if this would count has an oc.

“you remember what i told you, yes?”

“c’mon verg, i think you’ve asked them a thousand times.” dante interrupted vergil’s multitude of questions— which he quickly got a sharp glare in response. “i got it.” he said, putting his arms behind his head as he leaned back in his chair.

vergil had to go on a quick mission alone and had asked dante to take over watch today.. only due to the lack of people that vergil knew. if anybody else could take you, he’d choose them over dante.

you snickered behind your hand as vergil gritted his teeth in annoyance, eyes looking his brother up and down. he quipped, “last time i did that, you two almost burned the place down.”

“that wasn’t my fault!”

he held a hand up and closed it as a way to shush dante, the (part) red devil rolling his eyes and starting to flip through more pages of his magazine.

vergil’s eyes trailed back to you, sighing as he watched you snicker from behind your hand. he leaned down and placed an awkward hand on your shoulder, “i trust that you won’t do things like you did the,” he paused, “previous week before.”

you fixed your posture and gave him a small salute, to which he gave a weak half-smile and stood up. he scoffed at dante’s lounging in the chair before walking out the door, yelling a quick, “bedtime at 9:30!”

as the double doors closed, the wooden frames slammed against their hinges while you both heard footsteps retreat off the stone steps. dante pushed his feet against his desk, his chair making a smooth sound against the hardwood floors as he rolled out and turned to you. he took one last look to the door to ensure that vergil wasn’t listening from beyond the other side before leaning down and resting his elbows on his legs as he pointed at you, “okay kid, we’re staying up all night. i need your help with somethin’.”

“didn’t dad just say that my bedtime’s 9:30?” you cocked your head as dante rolled his eyes and waved his hand dismissively.

“hey, i’m technically your dad, too. today, i’m just your superdad. i’m..” he tapped his finger against his chin while he tsked in thought. once he had finally thought of something, it was like a lightbulb went off in his head. his brows raised as he looked back at you, “i’m dad-te.” he beamed.

you groaned at the terrible pun while dante’s eyes widened as he let out a, “oh god, you’ve inherited your dad’s dry ass humor.” in feigned terror.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ i kinda wrote it as they took reader in?? i didn’t know if you meant separate headcanons or a blurb, and i hope you didn’t mean spardacest because.. i don’t do that.. 😭

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Hey it’s me El again! Here’s another for you to fabulously write. Can I have an apprentice story where Aegon the chaotic shit he is decides it’s time for aemond to get his you know what wet (when they’re like teens). Like how Aemond said he did pretty much. Aegon leads him to a brothel where aemond locks eyes with a girl the same age as him who is up for auction since she’s a virgin. Aemond buys her and saves her but she is determined to pay back her debt to him. Skips to years later where they talk the night away. Alicent wants to betroth him to woman but he insists he’ll marry reader. He talks to reader and says like ‘it’s nearly time for me to get what I have bought…’

Not this being almost 2k words lol I got carried awayyy. This prompt reminded me of the way I was thinking about potentially rewriting the HMH series, so it was easy to get ideas for this one! (Also, I'd def do a part two for this)

A Purchased Bride

“Come brother, you are ten and three, time to get it wet.” Aegon said, slapping Aemond on the back as he guided him out of the Keep and through the streets of Fleabottom, practically bouncing with excitement.

“I do not wish to go to the brothel.” Aemond grumbled. He had no taste for depravity, though he could not deny his blossoming interest in the fairer sex. He was a boy—nearly a man, of honor, and he wished to share in such an intimate act with a woman he cared for, not some prostitute from the pillow houses.

“You say that now, little brother, but soon you will change your tune.” Aegon told him, a wide smile on his face as they neared the brothel.

As much as he valued his honor, he was still happy Aegon was being kind to him and spending his birthday with him. He also did not wish to seem a coward…

Aegon seemed to sense his inner turmoil. “Think of it this way Aemond, you do not wish to find yourself in your wedding bed without a clue. Your wife will laugh at you.”

Aemond stiffened, as much as he tried to pretend he could not deny the laughter of others wounded him deeply, and to imagine his wife, hopefully a woman he would love deeply laughing at him? It sent a spiral of fear through him.

Aegon ruffled his hair. “I do not wish for any woman to laugh at you, which is why we are here. I have arranged for you to have the wisest woman available. She will teach you all you will need to please your future bride.”

Aemond nodded, that thread of fear still lingering in his mind. “What if she laughs at me?” He asked quietly.

Aegon stopped on the doorstep of the brothel, turning to him with a deadly serious look in his eyes. “If she does, tell me and I will have her killed. No one laughs at us and lives; we are Targaryen princes.”

Aemond was still apprehensive, but his brother’s reassurance calmed his nerves a little.

They stepped in and Aemond instantly wanted to curl into himself, it was loud, dark, chaotic, and smelled foul.

Aegon stepped up and greeted an older woman with brown hair and breasts all but spilling out of her bodice. “Madam, I bring you an offering.” He motioned to Aemond.

She sized him up, a smirk on her face. “I’ll take him upstairs after the auction is over.”

“Auction?” Aemond asked, looking around the crowded room.

“Ah, it is the flower picking event, I had forgotten.” Aegon said, a devious smile on his face. “What a coincidence, seeing as my brother has also yet to be deflowered.”

Aemond’s face burned bright red, and he cast his eye around the room, looking anywhere but Aegon and the madam. A pair of bright eyes shining with tears caught his gaze.

There standing against the wall in a white nightshift was a girl who looked to be his age. Her hair was loose, her bottom lip trembling, and her arms wrapped tightly around herself.

He tugged on Aegon’s sleeve. “Who is that?”

Aegon and the madam turned, following his gaze.

“Oh, that’s y/n, she’s first up on the block. Pretty little thing ain’t she?” The madam said, a grin on her face as she beckoned y/n over.

Y/N moved quickly, her head down, only raising it to greet them.

“Her parents died, but her pa racked up quite a debt here, so she’s going to work it off.”

Aemond’s heart squeezed as he saw y/n quickly wipe away her tears. She was so small, so fragile. “I want her.” He said without thinking.

Aegon’s surprised face would have made him laugh if it wasn’t for how scared y/n looked. “Are you sure, Aemond? She will not be able to teach you much, if anything.”

“Yes, I am sure.” He said firmly.

“Oh, not to worry, little y/n here might still have her maidenhood, but we’ve taught her some tricks for once her time comes.” The madam assured them, as she pushed y/n into Aemond’s arms, accepting the payment he offered.

Aemond caught y/n and held her tightly, lowering his head so that he could whisper in her ear. “You are safe now, I will not harm you, or force myself upon you.”

You trembled in the prince’s arms, praying that his words were true, keeping your eyes on the ground as he escorted you back to his home.

“I am sorry to hear about your parents, you must miss them very much.” Aemond said.

You nodded, afraid to speak.

He stopped and gently turned you towards him. “Y/N please know that no one will harm you ever again, you will be safe with me. I wish for us to be…friends. I do not have many, and I would like it if we were to become friends.”

You bit your lip then nodded. “I would like that as well, my prince.”

“Aemond, call me Aemond.” He said, linking his arm with yours.

“Aemond! This is quite inappropriate.” You giggled as Aemond chased you around his chambers. You both were in your nightclothes, bare feet racing across the stone floor.

 A wild laugh of abandon came from him as he tackled you onto his bed. “I am your prince, if I deem it appropriate it shall be so.”

You giggled breathlessly, looking up at him with fondness. “You are insufferable.”

He nuzzled his nose against yours. “Only for you, my sweet.”

You wrapped your arms around his neck, eyes flickering to his lips. Perhaps now was the moment, you would finally be able to settle your debt and give him what he paid for all those years ago.

“My mother wishes to betroth me to a Baratheon girl.” He said suddenly, shattering the moment.

“What?” Your heart began to race, and your eyes searched his face, looking for any sign of jesting.

Aemond’s body was warm atop your own, and he sighed, running a hand through his hair, his sapphire sparkling in the candlelight. “She believes it will be a great alliance.”

You nodded, attempting to ease your body from underneath his. Aemond let you, never one to confine you, knowing your fears.

You sat up, back against the headboard of his bed. “That seems to be a good reason, most royal children are married off for alliances, it is only natural.”

Aemond sat up as well, a forlorn look in his eye. “I do not wish to marry her.”

You wrapped your arms around yourself. “I do not think you have much choice, my prince.”

He hated when you called him that, it meant you were withdrawing, hiding within yourself in order to avoid any harm.

He reached out and brushed his knuckles down the side of your face. “Y/N, do not hide from me.”

You took his hand and held it to your cheek. “I am afraid to lose you. I doubt your wife will take kindly to the addition of me to her household, but I also have nowhere else to go.”

Aemond’s other hand came up to cup the other side of your face, moving closer to you. “You will not lose me, wherever I go, you go. The words of others be damned.”

You gave him a mournful look. “You have a duty, and I know how important that is to you. I cannot be the reason you have strife within your future marriage.” You moved off his bed and made your way to the door, leaving Aemond alone with your words.

“Aemond I do think it is high time we send a letter to Lord Baratheon.” Alicent said, looking up from her book when he entered.

“There is no need, I will be marrying y/n as I have always intended to do.” He said simply.

She shut her book and sighed. “Aemond, you cannot marry a girl from a brothel.”

“Why not? She still possesses her maidenhood, has been taught by our maesters, she is beautiful and poised, and mother even you are fond of her.”

Alicent massaged her temples. “Aemond you are a prince; you must marry well to sec—”

“I love her, please mother, let me marry the woman I love, do not make me suffer as you have.” He said falling to his knees before her and pressing her hand to his heart.

A flicker of pain flashed through her eyes. “I have not suffered, my sweet boy.”

“Mother it is clear, your marriage is without love, and I do not wish to share the same fate. Daeron can marry for political gain, but please, I have asked you for nothing my whole life, grant me this one thing.”

Alicent pursed her lips, blinking away tears. “My son, I do not wish for you to suffer, you may marry y/n, but it must be kept quiet until your father is well enough to attend a royal wedding.”

Aemond embraced his mother, thanking her and rushing towards your chambers.

He burst in with an energy you didn’t often see, and you stood quickly, moving to him concerned.

“Aemond? Is everything alright?” You cupped his cheek, thumb gently running over the edge of his scar.

“I wish to marry you.” He said, chest heaving, hands gripping your elbows.

“But the Baratheon girl?”

He shook his head. “I spoke with my mother; she gave us her blessing.”

A smile spread across your face, and you threw your arms around his neck, going up on your toes to press your lips to his in a chaste but joyful kiss. “Then yes, a thousand time yes, I will marry you.”

Aemond smiled down at you, his hands settling on your waist as he connected your lips once more. His lips moved against yours with a sensual grace, and you whimpered when he pulled you flush against him.

You could feel his growing hardness and heat rushed to your core. His tongue prodded at the seam of your lips, and you parted them, allowing his tongue to stroke yours as your hands found purchase in his hair and tunic.

“Aemond…” You whispered, as his lips left yours and began their descent down the column of your neck, nipping and sucking as they went.

“Yes, my sweet wife?” He purred, hips rolling against yours, making you gasp.

“Should we—should we not wait until we are married?” You stuttered out, body reacting instinctively to his.

Aemond’s grip tightened on you, and he pulled your hips against his, moaning at the stimulation. “We could, if you wished, but I do believe it is time to claim what I have paid for.”

His low, low voice sent shivers down your spine. You knew if you asked him to stop, he would. Ever your protector, Aemond would never do anything that would cause you to fear him, but you did not wish for him to stop.

You whined his name, tugging him impossibly closer. “Then do so, I am yours to claim, husband.”

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“I do…”

Letting out a shaky breath, she said it and the hall echoed with clapping.

“Do you Mr. Min… take Miss lee as your lawfully wedded wife and promise to be with her in all ups and down, in health and sickness… till death to part?” the priest continued…

“I do…”

Hearing a soft and tender voice, she finally looked up a bit and saw him, her husband, for the first time. His cat-like doe eyes, soft cherry like lips and dumpling cheeks… she got a bit lost in him until she heard the priest saying “I pronounce you husband and wife… you may now kiss the bride and seal the wedding…”

Hearing this only, sweat beads started forming her forehead and her breath got uneven which did not go unnoticed by him. He gently took her hand in his which made her look at him. He noticed her slight teary eyes and kissed her tears away whispering “relax… I will not touch you against your will…”

He didn’t know that this small sentence had a huge impact on her and she released her breath which she was holding since long. Holding her waist, he turned towards the guests and they bowed slightly thanking everyone for their presence.

Soon enough, both of them were in the car heading towards their home. There was dead silence in car and he thought to break it.

“The journey is for more than an hour… you can sleep if you feel like…”

Without saying a word, she closed her eyes which made him a bit confuse. It was an arrange marriage from both sides. Yoongi had seen her photo before marriage but never met her as he was told the bride is declining meeting before marriage. Today also, he found it strange when she was not looking at him properly in aisle and got teary when heard of kiss. But he let go of the thoughts thinking she might just be nervous and continued driving.

Upon reaching their place, yoongi turned to wake her up but got mesmerized by seeing her sleeping so peacefully. Her petal-like eyes, small and chubby nose and lips that were slightly parted, made him chuckle a bit…

‘cute…’ he thought and forwarded his hand to shake her slightly but he stopped thinking something. Taking back his hand, he cleared his throat and said in a soft voice “sana…”

She immediately opened her eyes and sat straight saying “yes…”

Yoongi was taken aback for a sec but composed himself and said “we reached home…”

Sana nodded slightly and got down from car. As her gown was heavy, yoongi offered to help but she denied and started walking behind him. Two-three steps ahead and she got disbalanced. She was about to fall front when yoongi immediately held her wrist, preventing her.

“told you let me help…” without listening anything, he lifted her in his arms and took her inside. Sana’s breath hitched feeling this and she said in a low voice “I can manage…”

“yeah I saw that…” he said making her shut.

He brought her in the room and made her sit on the bed.

“You can go and fresh… I will change in another room… you luggage came here and if anything is needed, you can say me…”

She slightly nodded and he left to another room. As soon as he left from the room, tears started forming her eyes. She immediately rushed to washroom and closed the door. Keeping hand on her mouth, she cried out silently.

On the other side, yoongi was getting confused on her behaviour. He noticed how she was getting scared, nervous and uncomfortable on his actions, but didn’t object anything as if she is scared that something might happen coz of objection.

‘why do I feel she is hiding something… or is it a forced marriage from her side…’

After sometime, yoongi came in the room and his breath hitched seeing sana sitting on the bed in black, almost transparent lingerie which was exposing her cleavage and thighs. Her hairs were still a bit wet and she was looking down while breathing unevenly.

Yoongi started coming towards her making her more nervous but a voice was continuously echoing her mind ‘you should have sex on the first night…’ That is why, she was trying hard not to show her fear and nervousness. Yoongi sat next to her and said “what is all this sana…”

Sana composed herself and said slowly “it’s our first night… so… “

“So what…”

Sana closed her eyes tightly not wanting tears to come out and said “we should have sex…”

Soon, she felt yoongi holding her hand but she didn’t open her eyes. He saw that and said “look at me sana…”

She immediately looked at him and he asked “are you really ready for it…”

She wanted to deny but nodded. He pulled her by her waist towards him and said “you sure…”

Sana looked down but didn’t say anything. He lifted her chin and said “your eyes and body language don’t match… the day they will… I will make love with you… you don’t have to force yourself for anything… okay…”

Sana was about to nod when he said “and one more thing… It would be more okay if you use words…”

Sana understood and said “okay…”

Yoongi smiled and said “now go and wear something comfortable… its getting pretty late… we should sleep soon…”

“Okay…” she said and went to change…

Yoongi saw her going to washroom. He noticed her expressionless face but her eyes… they were telling a lot and he thought ‘there is surely something that I need to find out…’

FEW DAYS LATER

Yoongi and sana were coming close as friends. Sana’s nervousness was decreasing around him and she was trying to get comfortable. Yoongi, too, was trying his level best to make her feel safe and comfortable around him. Also, he was trying to find out about her past. But, to his surprise, he could not find anything. As sana was home-schooled, she didn’t have friends and also, she graduated through online university. She never attended any party and also was inactive on social media.

One fine afternoon, sana was watching a K-drama when she heard doorbell. She looked at the clock and thought ‘who can it be at this time… coz yoongi always comes home after 7…’

Thinking this, she went to open the door but was shocked seeing the person. Her hands started to shake a bit and face became pale a bit. The other person smirked seeing this and said “hey…”

“M…Mom…” sana uttered.

“Won’t you let me in?” She raised her brows and sana immediately sided herself, letting her in.

Her mother, actually stepmother, came inside and sat on the couch. Sana hurriedly bought water for her and gave it; her eyes were down throughout. Her mother took the glass and said “are you not cleaning the home or what? What is all this mess on the table?”

Sana’s eyes widened realizing the chips and chocolate packets were on the table. Being with yoongi, her lifestyle changed to a certain extent and she started enjoying herself a bit. That is why, she used to care a little less about cleaning and all.

“I… I will… clean…” She said and started cleaning the table.

“hmmm… quick…”

After a while, sana served snacks to her.

“Did you guys have sex?” She asked. Sana’s breath became a bit heavy… she wanted to lie but she knew the consequences so she shook her head. Her mother got angry and asked “why? Why you didn’t huh…?”

Sana couldn’t say anything, which made her angrier. She pulled sana’s ear and said “even after me saying it, you didn’t… “

“ahhh… mom… it’s hurting… leave…” sana said while trying to be free.

Her mother pushed her a bit and she landed on the couch nearby.

“Shameless girl… not even able to seduce your own husband… you really are good for nothing… I thought at least you will be able to do wife duties but no… disgusting… only a burden…”

Her mother was ranting on badly and she was just listening to it while sobbing silently. Suddenly, she felt her throat being grabbed by her mother.

“ahhh… mom….” Words were not coming out of her mouth as she felt the grip being tightened…

“If I didn’t hear that you had sex with him till tomorrow… you know what I can do… don’t you…” Saying that, she jerked her and sana coughed catching her breath…

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Yoongi came in the house using spare key as sana didn’t open the door even after ringing the doorbell continuously. Yoongi got worried sensing her absence in the living area as well as in the kitchen. He dialed her number but she didn’t answer, making him more worried. Searching for her, he went towards their room but as soon as he opened the door, his eyes got widen…

The room was decorated beautifully with rose petals and scented candles, giving the romantic and cozy vibes. Before he could call out, he heard her voice coming from his backside.

“hey…”

Yoongi turned and his heart skipped a bit seeing her in red short dress, which were perfectly fitting her body. For the first time, he saw she did bold makeup with blood-red lipstick and she was looking too sexy. Her hair, sided to a side, exposing her neck and her cleavage… damn. Yoongi gulped visibly when she started coming towards him.

Sana was hell scared from inside but she tried her best not to show on the face. Taking small steps towards him, she encircled her arms on his neck, leaving him stunned a bit. She smiled softly and said “you are looking really handsome yoongi…”

Yoongi (Still in daze) “sana… wha…”

“Ssshhh….” She shushed him by placing her finger on his lips “no talking tonight…”

Yoongi was standing still. He wanted to embrace and feel her every inch but there was something stopping him. He was trying to look in her eyes but she was not making a proper eye-contact with him. Now also, when she kept her hands on him, he could feel her hesitant and fearful moves.

“sana… look at me…” he said but instead, she took his hand and kept on her waist.

“tonight… we will look at each other nicely…” she whispered in his ears.

All these things were making yoongi a bit weak. Even though he was hesitant, as soon as his hands came in contact with her waist, he grabbed them gently, pulling her in his embrace.

“you are making me lose my control and do something unholy to you…” yoongi whispered on her neck.

“do it then…” sana said after gathering all her remaining courage.

“fuck it…” yoongi said and pulled her more close. He started placing wet kisses all over her neck while his one hand went towards her ass pressing it lightly.

“damn you are sexy…” he commented while biting her soft skin. At an instant, he turned and back hugged her, while his lips were not leaving her neck. His hand, slowly, started going up and he softly grabbed her breasts and another one started going down…

Here, sana was feeling very uncomfortable with all this but she had no choice. She was letting everything happen while closing her eyes and a voice was coming in her head…

‘you can’t even satisfy me you witch… don’t you know the wife duties… ‘

‘please… its hurting me….’

‘then bear it….’

Sana’s eyes got opened in a snap when she felt his fingers on her clit and automatically tears started coming from them and she held his hand a bit tightly. Yoongi thought she is in pleasure and he took her in his arms, gently lying her on bed and started removing his shirt. Sana was looking down all the time and yoongi smiled feeling she might be shy. He sat on bed beside her and took her hand. Placing soft kisses on them, he trailed his kiss all over her arms.

Sana was not making any movement which made him confuse a bit but he shrugged off thinking she might be nervous. He hovered her and looked at her lips. Caressing them with his thumb, he asked in a husky voice “can i?”

Sana just nodded and he leaned a bit close, making her clutch the bedsheet tightly. He was an inch away when he noticed… a tear escaping her eyes. Her forehead, where sweat was covered indicating her fear and her quivering lips. Her body was stiff and he understood…

Here sana felt the weight getting lifted over her and she looked at him. Seeing him sitting on bed beside her, she also got up and asked “wh… what happened…”

“you are not ready for this sana… then why you are doing all this…” he said which made her shocked. Before she could say anything, he said “go and wear something comfortable…”

He got up and was about to leave when she held his hand and said “no… don’t go… I am ready…”

Yoongi signed and said “sana…”

She cut him off saying a bit loudly “you can’t go like this… we need to have sex… understood…”

Yoongi was stunned and he immediately turned towards her…

Sana stood in front of him and said while crying a bit “sorry for yelling but we need to do it… we have to… and I am ready… please have sex with me… please… I beg you…”

Sana touched his feet and continued “please yoongi… please…”

Yoongi immediately held her arms and pulled her saying “what are you doing sana… have you gone crazy…”

“yes I have… and if you won’t… I… I…”

She came out of his grip and opened a drawer. Taking blade from it, she kept on her wrist saying “I will kill myself…”

Yoongi was too stunned to speak anything but seeing the blade in her hand, he got too much scared. But he calmed himself a bit and said sweetly “okay… okay… we will have sex… come here… come to me sana…”

Sana smiled while crying and came towards him. Yoongi hugged her close and so did she. Taking a chance, he took blade from her hand and threw it outside the window. He signed in relief and pulled out from hug saying “what happened to you sana…”

Sana started crying loudly and said “why you are not understanding that I need to have sex with you… why… why… just why…”

She started yelling and throwing things here and there in the room. Yoongi tried to control her by back hugging but she was wiggling badly. Somehow, he managed to put her in bed and she slowly started sleeping but was mumbling continuously “please yoongi… have sex with me… please….”

He made her sleep and cleaned room a bit. After that, he went to balcony and stood there. A lone tear escaped his eyes as the thing happened a while ago started flashing in front of him. Her face, crying and begging for sex, as if she was being forced to do this…

“I need to find out before things go out of hand…”

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Next morning, sana opened her eyes when she felt sunrays on them. She slowly got up and saw the time…

“9 AM… shit…”

She started panicking a bit as she was late and she had to make breakfast for him but she got startled when she heard…

“Good morning…”

She looked in the direction of voice and was surprised to see yoongi standing with food tray. Smiling lightly, he came towards her and kept breakfast on side table.

“I am sorry I…”

“It’s okay…” he cut her off and continued “anyways… I took a day off from office… so chill…”

Sana (confused) “why…”

Yoongi caressed her cheek gently saying “just like that… and anyways… I am CEO… if any important meeting will be there, I can attend online… so I thought why not to spend some time with my wife…”

Sana gulped and said “yoongi… I am sorry for yesterday…”

Yoongi patted her head and said “just forget it… and please don’t take any load… nothing happened yesterday okay… just relax…”

Sana smiled lightly and he continued “now have your breakfast… I will come in a while…”

He left from the room and sana thought ‘he didn’t even mention anything about yesterday… I did a lot of crazy stuff but he is not even questioning me… why are you so nice yoongi… you are making me trust again… and I think… I am falling for you… but… what will I say to mom now….’ Her eyes widened at realisation and again her breath became heavy…

“what if she comes to know….” As soon as she said that, her phone started ringing. She saw that her mom is calling and she immediately got down the bed. The phone stopped but again started ringing, making her keep both the hands on her ear. Unable to bear the sound, she ran from the room.

She rushed to the kitchen area and saw yoongi standing there, probably making juice. She increased her pace and back-hugged him. Soon enough, she sensed a relief and comfort gushing inside feeling his warmth.

Here, yoongi was a bit stunned sensing her embrace but it didn’t take him much time to notice that she was shivering and breathing heavily. He turned and carefully pulled her in comforting hug. He could hear her sobs and caressed her hair saying sweet words to her.

After a while, he made her sit on sofa and started feeding her breakfast. There were lots of questions in his mind but right now, her health and comfort mattered more. So, he was calming and relaxing her. Sana also got a bit relaxed. She was about to say something when his phone rang…

Yoongi saw that sana’s mother was calling him. He picked up and said “hi mom…”

S/M “hi son… how are you…”

Yoongi “I am fine mom… you?”

S/M “ I am also good… actually I was trying sana but she is not picking my phone…”

Yoongi looked at sana who was looking down and understood that she is not in a state of speaking, so he said “actually mom… she is a bit unwell… so that’s why she is taking rest…”

Sana looked at him when he said that…

“Okay… bye mom take care…” he ended the call and looked at sana saying “you take rest… I’ll get the juice…”

He was about to get up when sana said “you don’t have anything to ask me?”

Yoongi looked at her and said while smiling “I do have… but I know you are not comfortable enough to share that with me… but I’ll try my level best to make you feel safe around me and trust me so that you yourself can tell…” he softly pecked her forehead and went to kitchen…

Sana closed her eyes and tear escaped her eyes….

‘I am not used to so much love and affection yoongi… you are making me feel really special… I hope I will get courage to open up in front of you…’

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One eve, Sana’s family invited sana and yoongi for family dinner. She didn’t want to go but she knew the consequences of refusing, so she agreed for it. She was almost ready when she felt yoongi’s presence in the room. She turned to him and got lost in him. He was wearing jet black blazer, with pastel blue colour shirt underneath and was looking breathtaking.

He smiled and came towards her saying “you are looking pretty…”

Sana blushed a bit and said “thanks… you are also looking handsome…”

His smile widened hearing this as it was the first time, she complemented him.

“I… I… got something for you…” He said hesitantly and forwarded a pendant box.

Sana smiled seeing single diamond pendant and said “its beautiful…”

“Can you wear it today?” he asked…

She smiled and turned. Siding her hair, she said “help me to wear it…”

Yoongi smiled as he felt she was getting comfortable around him. He took the pendant and made her wear it. In the process, his hand slightly bushed her back, giving a tingly feeling to her for the first time.

“Now its looking more beautiful…”

He commented which made her blush. Tucking her hair behind her ear, she said “shall we leave?”

Yoongi nodded and they both headed towards sana’s house.

Upon reaching there, sana’s eyes automatically went down seeing her parents. Yoongi noticed it and he could feel the same tension in sana as that night. He gently held her hand as if he is assuring his presence to her…

S/M “Sana dear… yoongi son… come… come inside…”

They headed towards the living room and yoongi sat on the couch, but sana was still standing, making yoongi confused. Before he could say anything, S/M laughed a bit and said “sana… no need to be shy anymore dear… sit beside yoongi…”

Without saying anything, sana sat beside yoongi.

He gently held her asked and whispered “you okay?”

Sana looked at him and felt a bit okay. So, she nodded and they continued talking. Precisely, yoongi and sana’s parents. Sana was silent throughout and was not even looking up, which didn’t get unnoticed by him.

“Come on sana… let’s set the table…” S/M said and sana went with her. Yoongi wanted to stop her as he sensed she is not okay, but her father engaged him in another conversation. Still, yoongi was looking at her from time to time…

After the dinner, yoongi and sana were driving back but sana was unusually silent. Her mind was still on the talk she had with her mother while setting the table…

“I can see you both got along well, right?”

Sana nodded

“It’s time I think….”

Sana “For what mom?”

S/M smiled and lifted her chin. She was aware of yoongi’s glances therefore she was smiling sweetly to sana.

“The papers are ready… all you have to do is get his sign and his property will be ours….”

Sana took steps back and shook her head saying “I can’t do this mom….”

S/M’s blood boiled but she maintained the smile. Holding her hand gently yet firmly, she took her towards the corner where yoongi can’t see…

“You bitch… are you forgetting for what we married you off to him huh…”

Her grip was sooo tight on sana’s wrist that she almost yelped. Her mom took knife and said “get it signed, else you know… I will kill him… (whispering) just like I killed her….”

“Sana….”

Yoongi’s voice brought her back to reality and she noticed that they reached home. Signing slightly, she got down the car followed by him. They entered their room and yoongi said “you go and freshen up… I will use the other washroom…”

Sana just nodded and he went towards guest room to change. Sana took out the papers her mother kept in the bag and then started thinking whether she should or not… but her mom’s words came in her head…

I will kill him… (whispering) just like I killed her….

Sana jerked her head and sat on bed, thinking deeply. Within ten minutes, yoongi came in the room and saw her sitting in same clothes and some papers were there in her hand.

“you didn’t change yet…”

His words broke her thought and she said “yeah… just going… but before that…”

She got up and slowly came towards him. Looking down, she said “can you sign these papers?”

Yoongi took the papers and went towards the table. Taking a pen, he was about to sign the papers when sana came hurriedly, took the papers and tore them; leaving him shocked…

“Sana…” He got more shocked seeing her in tears.

Sana grabbed his arms and said “why… why the hell you trust me this much… you didn’t even see what was written on the paper and started signing it… huh…”

Yoongi held her hand, which was on his arms, and said “I trust you sana… even if you tell me to sign my death warrant, I’ll do it for you… because I love you…”

“No… you should not love me… no….”

Sana broke into loud sobs and sat on the bed. Yoongi came near her and kneeled down. Keeping his head on her lap, he started caressing her hand to calm her down. After sometime, he sensed her sobs got lightened and he said “let it out sana… please… let me heal you…”

Sana caressed her hair gently and said “I am willing to ger healed yoongi… please take me out from this mess…”

Yoongi held her hand and she continued “my father always wanted a boy… as an heir… and after I was born, he was never happy… as doctor also said that my mother won’t be able to carry a second child. He never loved me yoongi, not even a bit and he used to release all his frustration on my mother. I was a child then, I didn’t understand, but with time, I could figure out that he used to beat my mother and used to rape her daily. I used to be in another room, keeping my mouth shut and listening to my mother’s cry every night…”

Sana chocked on her tears and yoongi immediately bought a glass of water for her. She gulped it down in a go and yoongi sat opposite to her, side hugging and caressing her arms.

“one day, when I finished my online class, I came to kitchen…. I saw my mother lying unconscious. I tried to wake her but she was not responding. I started crying and called my father. He didn’t pick my calls at first but after my continuous calling, he picked and I told him about mother. He simply said ‘so what’ and cut the call… I couldn’t understand anything, I was 7 that time… my father came home after 4 hours and till then, my mother was no more. He didn’t even look at her, nor at me… he just called the ambulance and said to take the dead body… I started crying hearing him but he dragged me to room and closed it…”

Yoongi was in tears listening this and she continued “5 days… I was in that room… scared… alone… not even had anything to eat. I passed out of dehydration and when I opened my eyes, I saw a lady, who was caressing my hair and I was in my room… I got to know that my father married again and she was my mom. I got happy a bit but it didn’t last long…. She is very strict… gave me only one meal per day and gave me worst punishments if I do anything wrong… sometimes beating, burning my skin or calling her brother… who used to touch me…”

Yoongi’s hand turned into fist hearing this. He so wanted to kill her so called parents but right now, he knew she needed him…

“She inculcated in my mind that I am a servant… I should listen to what ever they say… I need to be dutiful wife and satisfy my husband… when I got your marriage proposal, she told me to have sex with you first so that I can gain your trust and then get your property. I tried to appose a bit but she threatened me and told me that she can do anything to me, like she did to my mother… she told me that she killed my mother… she… she…:”

Sana started crying badly and yoongi hugged her. His eyes were also full of tears and he said “I swear on you sana… I will make your parents pay every penny of what they did… they are not gonna escape… trust me… your mother and you will get justice…”

Sana hugged him back tightly and she felt so much relief telling everything to him.

Yoongi kept his promise and got justice for her. It took almost two months but he was always there, standing by her side, giving her courage and motivation to speak against her family. Even after this, yoongi started training her so that she can join his company and be outspoken a bit. Sana was so grateful to have such a loving and caring partner.

Few months later

It was their first anniversary and sana took leave from office. She wanted to decorate the house on her own and surprise yoongi.

While baking cake, she thought ‘today is the happiest day of my life… I’ll confess to him that I love him and… and ready for him…’

By thinking this only, she blushed to the core. Even though she became a bit cold and confident, she was the same shy girl in front of him. She heard his car horn and understood he came back from office. Looking at herself for the last time in mirror, she smiled widely and went to open the door.

As soon as yoongi entered, he was engulfed in a tight hug by her. He smiled and wrapped his arms around saying “happy anniversary love…”

“Happy anniversary to you too…”

They broke the hug and sana took his bag. Keeping it at it’s place, sana said “go and freshen up, till then I’ll set the table…”

Yoongi pecked her forehead and went to change. Here, sana set the table with candle light and placed the cake she baked. In some time, yoongi came and was mesmerised seeing all the things she did. Sana was standing, waiting for him to come and cut the cake together.

After cake cutting, sana said “yoongi…”

“yeah…”

Sana “I want to give you a small gift…”

Yoongi smiled and asked “what…”

“I love you…”

Saying that, she gently held his shirt sleeve and pulled him, crashing her lips on him. Yoongi stumbled a bit but froze feeling her lips on him… he was not able to believe what’s happening but she bit his lips, bringing him to reality. As soon as he came in his sense, he responded. Sucking on her upper lips, he pulled her by waist. Sana encircled her arms on his neck and her one hand went in his hair, massaging gently. Both were feeling euphoric in the moment and they continued kissing till they were breathless…

When they pulled out, both were breathing heavily, but yoongi was still not satisfied.

“I love you too sana…”

He inhaled sharply and again kissed her saying that… this time, a bit roughly and she also tried to follow his pace. Both were devouring each other’s lips and yoongi pinned her to wall, deepening the kiss…

They parted while catching for breath and he joined his forehead with hers…

“Sana… I won’t be able to control myself anymore…” He said while looking at her…

Sana smiled and made an eye-contact with him saying “me too…”

That’s what he wanted…. Her eyes and smile said it all…

“Will you allow me… the way I want to make you feel?” he asked while roaming his hand around her neck. Shivers ran down her spine sensing his sensual touches and she nodded…

“I will not stop you today yoongi coz I also want the same… I want to feel like I am yours…” she said and pecked his cheeks…

Yoongi picked her in his arms and said “then dinner later…”

Sana’s heartbeat increased sensing what was coming next but she was equally excited for it. Yoongi took her in the room and dropped her on the couch, leaving her a bit confused. She saw him going towards cupboard and taking out something…

“yoon…” she whispered slowly

Yoongi sensed her uneasiness and came towards her. Caressing her hair, he asked “do you trust me?”

“More than myself…” she said while relaxing a bit under his touch…

Yoongi smiled and said “then wear this and stand up…”

Sana looked at his hand and was surprised seeing blindfold. She gulped the lump in her throat and wore that. She stood up while taking his support and he said “you sure you are ready na…”

Sana smiled and nodded saying “yes love… I am ready…”

She sensed him coming and standing at her back and his breath was fanning her neck, giving her goosebumps. Yoongi sided her hair and slowly touched her back with the back of his hand. She clutched her dress feeling his hand on the zipper of her dress.

Sana was feeling shy, nervous and excited at the same time and soon enough, she felt her dress getting off her body and a small gasp escaped her mouth.

Yoongi kept his both hand on her shoulders, slowly turning her towards him and her heartbeat increased. This is the first time she was being naked in front of anyone and she was shivering and breathing unevenly...

Yoongi understood and left her shoulders. He removed his coat and shirt along with pants. Gently holding her hand, he kept it on his chest, making her feel his heartbeat which was equally fast... 

"I am also nervous sana... It's my first time too..." He confessed. Sensing his heartbeat and the fact that he was also naked, was making her shyer... 

Yoongi encircled her waist and pulled her a bit by her waist… his lips landed on her breasts... making her moan his name...

"Yoongiahhh... "

"Say it again and again jagiya... It's sounds so sweet from your mouth... " Yoongi said while gently licking her nipples. Taking in his mouth, he started sucking her breasts, slowly, like a baby... and his one hand was pressing her ass in same rhythm...

Sana's grip on his shoulder tightened and she arched in pleasure feeling his love... He nibbled on her nipples and bit them, making her scream a bit.

“ahh… idiot…” she scolded him playfully and he chuckled…

"Follow me... " He said and took her towards the couch. He made her sit on the couch in opposite position…

"Kneel down... " He whispered in her ears making her shiver a bit. She knelt like her legs were on couch and she was holding the couch head from both hands... yoongi sat on the floor below her and kept his head on the couch, between her legs…

"Now feel... " He said... 

Soon, sana felt his hand on her thighs and his tongue on her inner thighs... 

"Ahhh... What... What you're doing love... " She asked while panting... 

"Making you feel my love... " He said as he started licking her inner thighs, softly kissing them. She bit her lips feeling his sensual kisses... 

"Sit on my face darling... " He said. 

Sana was scared a bit but did as he said. Slowly sitting on him, she balanced herself. He gripped her legs and pulled a bit close... 

"Fuck Sana... You are sooo wet, already throbbing for me... Shit... " He grazed his tongue up and down on her soft pussy folds and then took her clit in his mouth. Slowly, he started sucking and licking it... 

"Ohhh yoongi... Ahhh... " She moaned feeling this. Unexplainable pleasure rushed her body by his sucks and licks. Here, yoongi was busy tasting her... 

"You are so sweet sana... You little cunt is making me crazy... fuck... It's worth waiting for you my love... " He said and inserted his tongue in her vagina, thrusting it forth and back... 

"Damn this feels so good... Mmm... " She gripped the couch tighter... 

"Can you grind me... " He asked in between... 

"Ah... Wh... What's that... " She said while catching her breath... 

Yoongi smirked and said "don't worry I'll do it myself... Just don't lose balance... "

He grabbed her hips and slowly started grinding her on his tongue, licking and sucking with each thrust... Her moans filled every corner of the room and she started feeling something building up... 

"Babe... So… Something... Is happening... Ahhhh... "

Yoongi understood and said "let it happen... cum on my face... damn I waited so long for this... " He increased her grinding on him and his tongue fuck... making her lose control... 

"Fuckkkk... " She screamed and the knot in her stomach opened, cuming straight on his face... 

Yoongi was gripping her tight while tasting her to the core. He flicked her tongue on her clit making her feel pleasure throughout her cum. 

After he was done, he cleaned her and his face. Gently pulling her, he made her sit on his lap. Opening her blindfold, he kissed her forehead asking "you okay?"

She opened her eyes slowly and looked at him lovingly. Caressing his cheek, she said "more than okay... It was... Great... "

Hey eyes automatically started scanning his hot and buff body and she blushed to the core looking at his member which was standing hard. Yoongi noticed it and smirked... 

Taking her hand, he asked "do you wanna feel it? "

Sana nodded a bit and he kept her hand on his member. She gasped and looked at him saying "why it's hard and hot? " 

Yoongi laughed a bit and caressed her hair saying "my innocent wife, when I get high, it becomes like this and it needs something to get back to normal... "

Sana understood his words and gripped his member. She asked hesitantly "so if I'll touch it more, it'll become harder? "

"Ahhh... Exactly... " He moaned... 

Sana leaned a bit and kissed his neck saying "you really think I'm that much innocent love... " She bit his soft skin and started sucking it, leaving her marks on him... 

Yoongi closed his eyes tightly and gripped her waist, pulling closer... 

"Prove it then... " He whispered in her ears and she smirked a bit. Gently tracing her kiss towards his chest, she started massaging his member, making him feel heaven...

"Your touches are driving me crazyyy sana... " He moaned as she flicked her tongue on his nipples. In the process, she slid down the foreskin and roamed her thumb on his tip, which was already leaking... 

"Ohhh damnnn sana... "

She smiled and asked "enjoying love... "

He nodded while biting his lips... 

"I want to ride you daddy... " She said seductively in his ears and he grabbed her breasts asking "where... couch or bed? "

Sana pecked his lips saying "bathtub... "

He raised his eyebrows hearing this and she blushed while looking down... 

"I... actually prepared something... " She said while looking down. 

He gently lifted her chin and pecked her nose saying "won't you show it to me love? "

Sana stood up and asked for his hand. He smiled and kept his hand on her, following her way. She took him in bathroom and he was mesmerized seeing the decoration there. Bathtub was filled with rose petals and scented candles were on the side, making the environment more romantic. 

"Wow... " He whispered seeing all these making her smile proudly. He looked at her and smirked while going inside the bathtub. 

Sana looked down and smiled slightly but his voice started her... 

"Eyes on me darling... " He winked and forwarded his hand. She blushed and lifted her chin, looking at his body which was looking sexier in bathtub. She placed her hand on him and slowly entered the bathtub... 

Taking shower gel in loaf, he started applying it all over her body while massaging the pleasure points slightly, making her moan... 

He came close and kissed her passionately. Sana too responded while pulling him and deepening the kiss. He inserted his tongue in her mouth, exploring every corner while his hand was pressing her breast and ass, increasing pleasure and moan for both.

"You ready?” He asked to which she nodded. 

Yoongi spread his leg wide and said " Come and sit, I'll adjust you... "

Sana nodded but she was a bit nervous. He sensed that and caressed her hand saying "I'll be very gentle love... trust me... "

The nervousness in her got replaced by shyness and red tint appeared on her cheeks. Yoongi smiled seeing that and bit her cheeks a bit saying "they are looking like an apple; I feel like biting these soft cheeks... "

This made her blush more and she hit his arm playfully. She kept her leg on either side of his and he took his finger, running all over her clit to find that hole... 

Upon getting it, he put his finger inside slowly and pulled it out making her gasp... 

"Felt good?" He asked and continued fingering her... 

"Ahh... Yes... Shit... Damm fucking good... " She breathed out... 

He whispered over her lips "then think how good my member will feel inside... "

Saying that, he gripped her hips and pulled her down, simultaneously stroking up, inserting him inside her... 

"Fuckkk... " She screamed feeling him... 

"Please take it out... It's paining yoongi... " She cried... 

Yoongi wiped her tears and kissed her neck saying "don't worry babe... the pain is only for a minute... relax... I promise it'll get replaced with pleasure very soon... chill... "

Sana hugged him by shoulder tightly and nodded while sniffing. He was patting her hear and saying sweet words to her along with thrusting gently to make her adjust... 

Soon enough, he heard her moan and smirked "how about now... still paining... "

"Ahh... no... this feeling is so new... ahhh…" She moaned and he started thrusting a bit fast... 

"Yes yes... faster... fuck... "

Yoongi was thrusting and then he hit the spot... that g-spot and she moaned his name loudly... 

"Got it" He said and he was about to thrust more when she said "wait... "

Yoongi (confused) "what happened love... "

"You relax... let me take control... "

Saying this, she started bouncing on his member, making him grip on her hips tight and moan... 

"Damn this feels heaven... " He closed his eyes feeling his dick going in and coming out of her cunt. 

He opened her eyes and the view in front made him higher, her tender breasts bouncing near his face as if inviting him to give attention... 

He immediately grabbed them and took one in mouth, while playing with the other.

“Ahh fuckk yoongi… soo… sooo good babe….”

Both of them were drowned in pleasure forgetting about everything... 

After the session, yoongi wrapped her and him in towel and picked her in arms. Both had their dinner in the room only while feeding each other. After that, he layed her on bed and caressed her cheek asking "you okay na... Is it paining?"

She smiled and kissed his palm, which was on her cheek, and said "it's not paining at all love... I am all fine... "

Yoongi laid beside her and opened her towel... 

Sana (confused) "what... "

Yoongi rested his head on her one breast and kept his hand on another saying "what... It's my pillow from now on... " and closed his eyes... 

Sana chuckled and wrapped blanked on them while caressing his hair... 

"Good night sweetie... "She pecked the top of his head and continued "I love you... "

Yoongi snuggled more in her and said "hmm… Me too... "

... 

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[bombitart]

Dust jacket with Xaden, Violet, Dain and Liam❤️❤️❤️. Characters from “Fourth wing” by Rebecca Yarros.

[birthofvcnus]

what do we think of Hasan Ali as an older!Damian (basically batman Dami? or young justice!Dami)

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001 - fuck montrose

Soho — 03:45 A.M ( Catherine Steel )

The devil isn't always a little red man with horns, a long pointed tail, sometimes he can be handsome. And Rhys Montrose was the most beautiful demon Catherine had ever seen.

Blue-eyed, stocky, almost territorial in posture, and showered with all the English class, Montrose wore his elegance in a different way than London's rich men, who paraded around covered in gold and diamonds, showing off their fat wallets at Soho parties. . He had a fat wallet, but he didn't show it off. Rhys carried his bullion in an old, battered bag.

"My God, it's Montrose!" - Jess said giving me an elbow, which made me drop my drink.

“What the fuck. Why did it?"

"You did not see? Rhys is right there"

Jess's eyes almost popped out of their sockets they were so wide. She gave him that psychopath smile, teeth clenched, and waved at him. That Rhys Montrose grinned and waved back briefly as he walked down the club stairs. Down the stairs, on the last step, a small group of people gathered and pulled out their cell phones, pointing at Rhys, who just gave them a restrained smile, no teeth showing.

I didn't live in a cave, it was obvious I already knew who Rhys Montrose was. He became one of hundreds of celebrities with a bad history behind stardom who were "unassumingly" paraphrased in a few paragraphs in a booklet with an iconic cover that happened to be at the top of the Times for enough weeks to be placed on one of those lists. "Books You Must Read Before You Die" on the Internet. Yeah, I knew him, as did everyone else in that club.

“He's literally the hottest man I've ever seen in my life."

"Close your mouth before drool falls into your drink."

I laughed and Jess elbowed me again.

"He is...

" Incredible? Wonderful? Intelligent..."

"Married. I interrupted."

"In divorce proceedings, according to the Daily Mail.'

I rolled my eyes. Jesse really had a thing for married men.

She went on and on about how hot Rhys was but I was too tired to listen so I left her with a group of girls who were also talking about Rhys and walked off with my drink in the opposite direction of the fuss and whispers.

Leaving the Montrose fan club behind, I started looking at how the rich worked, and boy was it bizarre. The world of high society was more complex than I imagined. Moving between the millionaire groups I heard conversations about bitcoins, shares in the stock exchange, I took a few more steps and soon I heard about a sexual abuse case that was covered up by a supreme court judge last week, more steps forward and I heard about how the Europe was stupid to free the slaves and behead their Kings, after all, in the world there are only two types of people:

The hunt.

And the hunter.

My drunken walk took me to a secluded spot in the club. A place where loud music was nothing more than an annoying noise muffled by the walls. A kind of room, which I didn't hesitate to enter, with a spacious bed that I also didn't hesitate to throw myself on. The sensation of zigzagging between the limit of sobriety and the unconscious attracted me in a unique way, I liked the feeling of walking on a rope, where one wrong step could be fatal.

Even drunk I was acutely aware that I shouldn't be there, and the fact that I was taking off my dress and heels and rolling around in an overly comfortable bed was going to get me into trouble soon, but I just didn't care. I took a step in the opposite direction of sobriety that night.

Damn it. It was the first thing I thought of when I opened my eyes.

I got up from the bed more slowly than I would have liked, the icy wind coming from the balcony reminded me that I was still wearing my bra and panties, I snorted loudly when I touched the plush carpet in the room, I took a deep breath before I got up to get up , but my stay on two legs was brief, as I landed in a sitting position. in bed again. It was obvious that my stupid brain was still too drunk to do the simple task of keeping me on my feet. I huffed again and after the third try I just gave in to gravity and slammed my bare back into the mattress.

“You made the list of things not to do when you're drunk. Congratulations. "

I looked in the direction of the voice and there it was; Rhys Montrose, sitting in the armchair in the darkest corner of the room. Legs crossed as he slowly swirled a glass of whiskey in his hand.

“You found my secret hiding place." He smiled.

“What are you doing here?”

"I was going to ask you the same thing."

I swallowed hard. Sober or not, I was going to get out of there as soon as possible. I gathered all my strength and got to my feet. I gripped the headboard as hard as I could and grabbed my dress off the floor and put it on, grabbed the silver heels and staggered to the door. But it was clear that my knees were still sleeping and forgetting to support me.

Rhys chuckled as he landed on the floor, not caring if I was listening or not.

" What's the fun"

"Other than your dress being backwards and you being so drunk you couldn't stand up?"

“Fuck off. I don't know what you think is going to happen here, but you're wrong."

"Do you know what's going to happen here?" He set his glass on the side table and leaned forward, clasping his hands together. The thick gold ring that rested on her thumb gleamed in the moonlight. “You'll try to get up, take half a step, and fall again. Get hurt and somehow it will end up on the front page of the Daily Mail tomorrow, with my name next to the word attacked.

" What do you want?"

"To help you"

“I don't need your help. And once again, nothing will happen here-"

“If I wanted to do something to you, young lady, I would have done it in the last three hours you've spent passed out and drooling on my bed."

“Fuck you, Montrose."

I leaned against one of the bookshelves and managed to get up.

Panting and unnecessarily sweaty, but on her feet.

I sucked in as much air as my lungs could hold and took the first step, onto my back, looking directly at Rhys. With one step after another I approached the door. I leaned on the handle when I thought I was going to fall, but on impact it broke, but somehow I caught on to the coat rack and I didn't actually fall before Rhys, who jumped up from his chair, came closer. .

With some difficulty I managed to get the door open and glanced at Montrose's stout figure before walking away.

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