I'm a sucker for tattoo shop AUs (Deep in the Heart of Me is my favorite fic EVER), and I can imagine Tony being the manager of a famous shop, and accepting stray artists that want to find a job and are poor/homeless/lost (among which Bucky, Clint and Nat), and just giving them a goal, a home and a future and ARG
Thank you for reminding me of the beauty that is tattoo AUs!!!! I can’t believe I forgot about this to be honest, I used to adore them in almost every fandom, but I haven’t thought of them in ages until I got your ask! I’m unfamiliar with the fic you’ve mentioned–I don’t read a lot of Stony–but I think I’ll give it a try! But for now, let’s get back to this AU.
I really like the idea of Tony being this crazy, loveable owner of a tattoo shop who hires very questionable people under ridiculous circumstances because he’s insane like that. I also headcanon that said questionable people are very protective of their smol boss because of it.
“What the fuck do you want from me?” the stranger snarls disturbingly animalistic.
“Uhm.” Tony stares at the knife—a real knife and definitely not one for the kitchen—and scruffles a tiny step backwards. Backs against a wall before he has the chance to bring a little more distance between himself and Stranger With Knife.
Damn those walls and the stupid people that build them.
He’s going to die here, alone, in an abandoned backstreet. Where nobody will find his body until they’ll have to hold the funeral with a closed coffin. If they’ll ever find his body.
There’s probably a life lesson in here, about how you’re not supposed to follow unknown men a head taller than you and double your weight in muscles into an abandoned backstreet for one. But Tony’s attention is too fixated on the knife to care much about unimportant details like that.
For once, he hysterically thinks, Rhodey won’t be able to scold me for my messed up priorities.
“I won’t ask again!” the man hisses dangerously. He’s got shaggy hair that could do with a cut and a wash, and his eyes flicker with the same restlessness that drew Tony to him initially.
And fine, he probably shouldn’t have followed the guy. He can see how this could be considered “creepy” by people less fluent in Tony-speak than Pepper or Rhodey. Natasha will undoubtedly slap him—gently, because she’s secretly a poisonous snake who’s adopted Tony as this weird, bumbling kitten that will not get killed by anyone but her—for this later. You know, if there is a later.
“I was wondering if you want to work for me,” Tony blurts out because he can’t think of anything else to say. Also because it’s true.
“I’m not fuckin’ work for hire!” the man growls. “I don’t do that shit anymore, so either back the fuck off or I’ll make sure you won’t need anything anymore!”
Alright. Tony decidedly isn’t going to ask what the guy’s going on about. Nope. Absolutely not. That would just be too stupid, even for him.
“What are you talking about?” he asks and promptly wants to knock himself out. At least that might improve his chances to not talk himself into an early death. Clint will not be impressed if he misses is 8 o’clock appointment tomorrow and he has to cover for Tony—neither will the customer. Clint isn’t useful for anything before eleven in the morning.
The man’s eyes—they’re a cold blue that would look a lot prettier if they weren’t levelling a glacial glare at Tony right now—narrow even further, the knife itching ever so slightly closer towards Tony, and nope, not a fan of that development at all.
“Look,” Tony decides to try and deescalate the situation, “You don’t have to answer that. Actually, please don’t answer that, because this sounds too much like one of those I’d tell you but then I’d have to kill you thingies and Natty would not be pleased if you did. You know, kill me. Unless you tell her I called her Natty again. For some reason she really doesn’t like that? But what do I know, women are weird,” he muses with a shrug.
“Right, I was trying to make a point. See, you could just wave your knife around and possibly- probably kill me, which would really suck. Cause I’m not a big fan of being dead before my liver gives out on me and you don’t look like you’ve got another jacket, and blood is a bitch to get out.” Not that it would be much of a loss, with the oversized, worn down thing the man’s wearing. It looks like it’s being held together by stubbornness and nothing else.
He might have said that last part out loud as well, if the guy’s twitch is anything to go by. Tony can’t decide whether that’s a good thing or not.
“Or,” he hastily continues, “you could listen to my gracious proposal, accept it with genuine appreciation and enthusiasm and in two years we’ll both laugh about this moment.” He finishes with a bright smile and a happy clap. Screw Natasha and Pepper, he can be reasonable and mature. He’s not the one waving a butcher knife around after all.
Said knife is slowly lowered by the stranger who tilts his head to one side in a show curiosity. He seems—amused, almost. Or maybe that’s Tony’s screwed perception of reality talking. Clint’s mentioned he has a problem at one point, something about seeing a ravaging monster and cooing over it and wanting to pet it. Which is nonsense, Tony doesn’t want to pet anything. Except maybe the guy’s hair, once it’s been properly cleaned. And that’s not his fault, it looks like it could be fluffy.
“I’m listening,” he drawls, almost like he’s humouring Tony. The joke’s on him though, because Tony is used to being humoured.
“Do you know Stark Tower? What a stupid question, of course you do, but just in case you don’t, it’s the best tattoo studio in the entire country, trust me on that, and it happens to also belong to me. You’d look great with a couple of tattoos by the way, really help round off that assassin-gone-rough vibe you’ve got there, and I’d totally do them for free or maybe not free. Pepper says I’m not supposed to give people things all the time, but you wouldn’t tell on me, right?”
“Anyways, I saw this,” Tony lifts the crumbled paper he’s rescued from the garbage at the café he’s first noticed Mr Tall, Dark and Knifey—and hadn’t that led to a fun conversation with the waitress—and waves it around as if to stress his point, “and you’ve got some real talent with the abstract design there, because this is amazing and I’d want it as a tattoo, wich says something, my taste is fantastic. Also I’m missing a designer because that asshole Wade keeps running off to do one thing or another and I’m not allowed to hire Peter until he’s legal.”
The guy stares at him in bemusement while Tony tries to catch his breath. Admittedly not an uncommon reaction.
“You’re offering me a job?” he asks after a moment in disbelief—and damn, this guy is catching on to Tony-speak real quick, he’s the right choice all right.
“Yup,” Tony nods. He’s thought he’s been fairly obvious.
“You’ve been following me for two subway stations, three bus stops and a couple of dozen street corners to offer me a job because you saw something I’d scribbled down at a café,” the man repeats incredulous.
Tony shrugs. “I didn’t know how to talk to you. Clint says I come on too strong usually.”
“And you thought stalking me would make me feel more at ease?”
“Well, no.” Tony frowns. “Maybe? I wasn’t—but doesn’t prolonged exposure get you used to someone?”
“Prolonged- never mind,” the guy shakes his head. “You’re crazy.”
A pause, then, “I don’t need a job.”
Tony scoffs. “Have you looked at yourself lately?” he asks, mulls over his words for a moment when the man tenses. “Alright, that might have come across as offensive but seriously. I don’t care if you need a job or not, it’s yours if you want it. Just show up sometime next week and tell Natty I hired you and if Clint is there please throw your knife at him, he’s an ass and screams like a banshee.” Tony searches his pockets for a moment before he finds one of his, admittedly worse for wear, business cards and offers it to Mr Death By Blade.
“You’re crazy,” the man states again, but he takes the card.
“Get used to it,” Tony smiles is sunniest smile because take that Clint, he can hire new staff without getting anyone killed.
“Have you ever even held a tattoo gun in your life? It’s not a real gun, for fuck’s sake! Tony!” Clint is heard screaming in exasperation through the studio a couple of days later. “What the fuck where you thinking when you hired Bucky?!”
Tony doesn’t look up from where he’s carefully drawing the worlds’ prettiest butterfly onto a young woman’s shoulder when he yells back, “Who the hell is Bucky?!”
[Bonus: “You’re taking all this surprisingly well,” Bucky comments at one point.
Clint shrugs. Takes a look at one of the designs over the newbie’s shoulder.
“Tony’s as fucked in the head as they come, but he’s a freaking genius at finding the best. If he’s hired you than that’s what you are. He wouldn’t settle for anything less.”
A moment of thoughtful silence follows, before.
“In three weeks, I’m gonna tell you how he hired Tasha.”
“Why in three weeks?”
“Studio rule. If you’ve made it three weeks without killing anyone, you’re part of the team.”
The morning was cold but perfect. The storm outside took over the perfect Asgard weather. But this was your favorite weather. Rough and raw dark skies as rain harshly pummeled against the window. The thunder sounding ever few times in an almost peaceful way to you. The lightening ever so slightly slipping light in the dark room.
Even if it was freezing in the bedroom you felt nothing but warmth as you laid in the large silk bedding with the arms of a God around you.
You laid securely on top of Thor’s chest. He was a giant compared to you. He laid under you, one arm slung over your waist as his other hand rested on your thigh… right under your bum. Your fave was buried in his neck as your leg was thrown over him. Your bodies were pressed against each other as close as possible.
Hey guys! This is for the anon who wanted a cute sloth pair fic, as you see below XD Anyway, this is literally the first time in a long time since I wrote something. I really hope you guys like this, and anon, thank you so much for sending in the awesome request, I really hope you love it! Thanks so much, and please enjoy! <3
already, I get it…” Mahiru sighed, as he tried to brush away the slight hurt
feelings he got from the teasing. He knew his friends were just kidding, but
that still didn’t mean that they sometimes went too far with their teasing.
“You guys can stop now.”
no harsh feelings right, Mahiru?” One of his classmates laughed, making the
other boy snicker next to him. Mahiru didn’t even know what made the kid go
into his backpack to begin with but the kid had taken Kuro out and was holding
him out and shaking him, laughing about how he can’t leave a cat home with him.
He said something about being lonely. The teen, however, couldn’t bring himself
to admit that, yes without Kuro, he was a little lonely since he didn’t exactly
have any family around much anymore, so all he could just try to do about it is
try to take the now awake Servamp back from the boy. Feeling a slight warning
of frustrated tears threatening to fall, Mahiru tried harder to get Kuro back,
who by the looks of it was finally getting annoyed with being held by the
scruff of his neck by some unknown annoying teen.
A cold sound finally emanated from above the boys, as Kuro finally had enough,
and decided to growl. Watching his classmate pale slightly from the sound that
came from his Servamp, Mahiru watched as Kuro’s threatening red eyes attached
themselves to the now frightened brown eyes of the two teens. “Mreow.”
the thing just growl?!” The other boy whispered, backing away from the angry
give him back…he’s getting mad!” the teen sighed out, while reaching up to try
to grab at the dangling black cat again. But when Kuro was pulled out of his
reach again, Mahiru tensed, and tried to hold back a whimper. “Please!”
on man, give Mahiru back his pet, before that thing goes crazy!” the other boy
said, backing away from Kuro when the Servamp began to fight back more and
Mahiru felt his blood
stop however when the classmate when to protest, but before he could, Kuro’s
paw shot out and clawed the boy right on his left cheek, a few inches from his
eye. Blood started dripping down from the three little scratches as waves of
irritation began to leak out of the annoyed Servamp. Kuro had finally had
of a bitch! Here! Have the damned thing!” The boy yelped as he tossed the angry
Servamp back at Mahiru as he ran off with his friend, holding his injured cheek.
Kuro watched them run off, making sure the classmates had truly left. When he
was positive they had left, the black cat turned his eyes on Mahiru worriedly.
“Mahiru? Are you alright?” he asked, as the teen put
the Servamp down at his desk, and sat down with a sigh. Glancing at his
partner, Mahiru was able to see the clean cut worry the other had for him.
Mahiru smiled softly at Kuro, but soon his lips wobbled around the smile, and
small tears made their way down his flushed cheeks. “Mahiru?”
f-for helping me, K-Kuro…” Mahiru whimpered out, wrapping his arms around the
cat body of his Servamp. Feeling a shift in space, the Eve knew that his
Servamp was now in his human form, and snuggled into the other’s stomach as
Kuro’s arms squeezed him tightly back. The Servamp could feel the way Mahiru’s
muffled cries vibrated against his shirt, as he body shook a little. Growling
slightly, Kuro hugged his Eve closer to his chest, almost protectively. “But
you didn’t need to scratch him…y-you know.”
sorry…But he was getting on my nerves…We’re okay, right?” He asked the teen,
who was beginning to calm down as he rubbed his back softly. Mahiru’s breath
hitched as he squirmed lightly underneath the touch. Not thinking much of it,
Kuro pulled the teen away lightly, and took a look at his face. Seeing a small
smile on the brunet’s face, Kuro rubbed the remaining tears away shyly before glancing
around to find the other’s discarded backpack. “Here.” Kuro let go of his Eve, and
picked the object up off the ground, noticing it looked a bit dirty due to
being thrown on the ground during the scruffle.
Dusting it off the best
he could, the Servamp carefully placed around Mahiru’s shoulders, helping his
Eve to put it back on. Mahiru smiled at him, and allowed the vampire to slip it
around his arms, before fixing the straps near his sides. When Kuro’s fingers
gently brushed the teen’s sides, he heard the Eve gasp lightly. Stopping, Kuro
looked down confusedly at the brunet. Did he just…snicker? Why did he…wait a
minute…is he…Oh…OH! Feeling a
smirk slowly start to form on his face, the Servamp slid his hands down the
brunet’s side again, and sure enough the teen’s face scrunched up and he
wouldn’t happen to be… ticklish would you?” Kuro drawled out, feeling his smirk
widen when he noticed Mahiru flush a deeper red. And no matter how much he
tried, a nervous smile began to slide up despite his best efforts.
the teen giggled out nervously, back away from the smirking Servamp. Kuro
grinned at the smile his Eve had on his face as he watched the other backing
away more and more. “K-Kurohoho…”
you sure, Ma-hi-ru? You seem to be rather giggly when I do this,” Kuro mumbled
out as he once again squeezed the teen’s sides, making Mahiru jerk and smile,
as he obviously held back his laughter. “See?” Kuro mumbled, giving his nervous
Eve another mischievious smirk.
Mahiru felt his body
begin to fidget nervously as he felt his partner’s fingers begin to drum a beat
lightly against his sides. Kuro could clearly see how flustered and nervous
Mahiru was getting as he continued his harmless teasing. Chuckling, Kuro
finally reached out, and wrapped his arm around his Eve’s waist, letting his
one hand finally skitter up Mahiru’s slightly round tummy. The brunet let out
another gasp, before finally bursting into the adorable, yet hysterical giggles
Kuro had ever heard, and reeled forwards, trying to get himself out of the
Mahiru shrieked as he held a hand over his stomach, slightly bending over with
hysterical giggles and yelps.
my Eve is more ticklish than I thought!” Kuro smirked out, as he reached out
and pulled the wiggling teen back into his chest, hugging him tighter while
dancing fingers up and down his Eve’s sides.
Nohohoho! Wehehehe’re sthehehehehehll ihihin puhuhublic!” the teen laughed,
throwing his head back against the smirking Servamp. “Plehehehease!”
no one else in this classroom but us.” Kuro muttered, taking a look around the
empty room. It was true, all the student that were in the room left after the
scene with Kuro being dangled happened, not to mention Mahiru was sure no one
wanted to ever stay this late after school. The only reason why they were still
there was because of that stupid kid that was teasing his Eve. Feeling another
flare of anger rise in his stomach at the thought, Kuro held back another
growl. Luckily, however, the thoughts quickly vanished when he heard Mahiru
finally snort and laugh a little harder then he was before. Kuro glanced down
and his fingers had wandered to the Eve’s lower tummy. “Oh Mahiru…is your tummy
ticklish?” Kuro teased, fluttering his fingers along the teen’s waist and pants
Mahiru squeaked and
finally dissolved into full laughter, trying in vain to push his partner away.
Kuro snickered lightly, and looked down at the blush giggly mess that was his
Eve. Although he longed to hear more of his bright and cheerful laughter, the
Servamp knew that Mahiru would soon start to get tired. Smirking, Kuro slowly
snuck a hand under the wiggling teen’s shirt, and scratched mercilessly around
his slightly bony hips.
gohahahahahahahahahad!!! I-it tihihihihihihickles! N-not
thehehehehehehhehehere! Plhehehehehehease!!!” the Eve shrieked in loud bubbly
laughter. “Nohohohohohoho mohehehehehehre!”
know Mahiru, that’s kind of the point?” Kuro chuckled, listening to the teen’s
adorable squeaky laughter. The Servamp hasn’t heard his Eve laugh this hard in
a while. Ever since what happened with Tsubaki, the teen looked a little wary
of everything. Hearing his laugh now made Kuro never want to stop. Shaking out
of his thoughts, Kuro toned the tickling down until he was just swirling a
finger in Mahiru’s belly button which made the Eve give high-pitched giggles
instead of the big belly laughs. Mahiru stood giggling his little heart out
helplessly, as his body trembled lightly in Kuro’s arms. To tell the truth, this
was the most fun the teen has had in a while, but hearing his Servamp
snickering at him made his cheeks flush in embarrassment. Kuro smiled softly as
he noticed the Eve try to hide his red face in his shoulder “Also Mahiru… You
do realize you never told me to stop the entire time, right? Does that mean you
N-no!” Mahiru squeaked out, glancing up at Kuro with a beet red face, and
sparkling hazel eyes. Kuro blinked at his Eve’s response. “I d-didn’t like it!”
you didn’t” Kuro muttered as he rolled his eyes and leaned down to start
lightly nibbling on Mahiru’s wide open neck while making ridiculous raspberry
sounds. The Eve blanked out for a minute before he finally came back into
reality and was sent into hysterical cackles, squealing, and squeaking through
each shriek of his adorable laughter. Kuro grinned through his teasing when he
noticed that Mahiru had lost most of the fight he started with as he was only
trying to squirm away and close his neck to avoid the continuation of the
current tickle spot. Hearing the teen’s laughter finally begin to go silent,
Kuro stilled his mouth, and snickered into the skin. “Ready to admit it yet,
Ma-hi-ru?” the Servamp mumbled into the Eve’s neck, eliciting a stream of
breathy giggles from the young brunet.
don’t mihihihihihihind it! Juhuhust plehehehehease Kurorororoho nohohoho
mohohore….plehehehehehease!” Mahiru cried out as he was finally released from
the hold. Kuro watched as Mahiru stumbled forward, and grinned as he watched
the teen try to rub away the ticklish feeling with left over giggles leaving
his smiling mouth. “Thanananak y-you!”
do know that when we get home this will continue,” Kuro mumbled out, smirking
lightly as Mahiru let out a little squeak, and gripped his backpack tighter.
Hearing a sigh come from the Eve, Kuro watched as the blushing brunet turned
around to face him, and pointed to his shoulder. Rolling his eyes, Kuro poofed
into his cat form, and laid across the teen’s shoulder. Mahiru patted the
Servamp’s head, and nuzzled his cheek with the cat’s. “Now I’m hungry…Feed me
Mahiru! Don’t let this adorable cat starve!”
just. for the love of god, i started thinking of sleepy morning enjoltaire kisses and now i can't stop this is how i die. r with his morning scruffle and e with his curls all over the place, them just snuggling in bed and pressing soft kisses to each other while outside it rains
Something had stired Grantaire out of sleep.
Perhaps it had been the raindrops pelting against the window. Perhaps it had been the light. Perhaps it had been the noisy and never-ending circus of Parisian traffic. Perhaps it had been the warm body pressed against his, moving ever so slightly, distributing its warmth under the covers.
Floating somewhere between slumber and consciousness, Grantaire let out a sleepy whimper. His head lolled to the side, his chin now burried in Enjolras’ curls, his nose tickled by the golden crown. Grantaire felt a kiss on his shoulder, and found what had woken him up.
“You awake,” he rasped, pressing his body closer to Enjolras.
“I’m awake,” a whisper answered as another kiss landed on his throat.
Grantaire was not a morning person by any means, but he could get used to it. Enjolras’ hand in his hair, their legs tangled, lips pressed against his skin. Lips pressed against his lips.
“It’s too early to get up,” he pleaded as he felt Enjolras shuffle away.
“The early bird gets the worm.”
“The worm of social justice can wait ten minutes,” Grantaire whined, wrapping an arm around Enjolras’ waist.
Enjolras rolled back against him, and kissed the bridge of his nose.
In this AU Lance was born in Altea, California and lived there until he was ten, his best friend being the spunky Katie Holt who he lost touch with when he was uprooted to Florida to be closer to family. Eight years later they are reunited at college, but seeing as the other had changed so much they don’t recognize each other right away
A/N: Ok so I have been trying to write this for a week. I kind lost inspiration for this but decided to finish it. Kinda sickish but i9 hope you like it anyways. As always requests are open and I’m always free to talk. Also this is for my short people. It gets rough.
Prompt: ” You’re not short. You wouldn’t understand.”
Y/F/C= Your Favorite Cereal
You waked into the kitchen slowly rubbing the sleep from your eyes. Walking over to the coffee pot you turn it on and set it up, brewing a whole pot since you knew you weren’t the only one who was going to need it. Tony had thrown one of his parties last night so you knew the others would be just as sleep deprived, if not more than you were.
Hearing someone walking down the stairs you looked to the entrance to see which one of your teammates was up. Seeing Bucky enter the kitchen you smiled at him the best you could.
Magnus was watching the door way impatiently. It was Friday
night and he and Alec had been working hard all week and had made plans to have
a date night. Alec had sent him a message to say he was on his way and Magnus
couldn’t wait. He checked his appearance for what must have been the 10th
He wore a deep red silk shirt and an embroidered waist coat,
a combination he knew Alec liked. He brushed the material of his black skinny
jeans for no other reason but to keep his hands busy. He checked his jewellery
and looked back to the door and stopped in his tracks.
Alec had just arrived and was paused in the door way. Magnus
couldn’t tear his eyes away from him. He swallowed hard. Good God, the man was
so hot, he made him feel like he was on fire.
Alec’s thick black hair was adorably messy, the top falling
over his forehead. He hadn’t shaved in a couple of days and his jaw was covered
with a dark scruffle of hair which against his pale complexion, made those big
hazel eyes of his stand out. He had dressed for the cold weather wearing layers
of clothing starting with a black leather jacket, then a dark grey zip fronted
hoodie and finally a t shirt that was only just visible. Magnus recognised his
favourite jeans and as always, his feet were covered in a pair of ankle length
boots. The whole scene made his mouth water.
When he finally broke
out of his daze, he crossed the space between them in seconds and launched
himself at his boyfriend.
Alec’s eyes flew wide for a second, not really expecting
such a forceful greeting but the longer Magnus’ lips were on his the quicker he
could feel himself melting against him. Magnus left his mouth and started
trailing kisses across his jaw and to his neck, loving the way the two day
growth tickled his skin. He was herding him backwards and then turned slightly so Alec’s back hit the wall near the
door with a small thud.
“Do you have any idea how hot you look, Alexander? I don’t
think I can keep my hands off you.” Magnus said between kisses. Alec could feel
his skin heating and he couldn’t help grinning like an idiot. He had one hand
on Magnus’ back, feeling the wonderfully warm, slippery satin back of his waist
coat. His other hand held the back of his head, his fingers going into the
styled spikes of his hair.
“You don’t look too bad yourself, Babe.” He said softly,
tilting his head to allow Magnus to have better access.
“I’ve been waiting for this all week. God, you smell so
good. You’re making me hungry.” He breathed, his mouth right next to Alec’s
ear. Alec felt a tingle run down his spine and he shivered involuntarily. He
could never get enough of that voice of his. It was like warm honey. He decided
to tease him a little.
“If you’re hungry then maybe we should get going. We do have
dinner reservations, after all.”
“Screw the dinner reservations, food isn’t going to satisfy
the hunger I have.” He growled in a low voice that had Alec hoping he could
stay upright against the wall.
Magnus crashed his mouth to his, making Alec smack the back of
his head against the door frame but he hardly noticed. He felt Magnus’ tongue
flick against his lips and he felt his knees buckle.
“I love this jacket on you, Alexander but I know where I’d
rather see it.” Magnus crooned, pulling back from him, knowing full well how
much his kisses were affecting him.
“Oh yeah? Where’s that?” Alec said, smiling back with half
“On the floor.” Magnus told him and slid his hands
underneath it and over his broad shoulders pushing the jacket off them. Alec
let his arms hang down behind him and felt the silky lining material slide over
his hands before the jacket fell softly from him.
Magnus took his lips again, deepening the kiss even further.
Alec returned it with equal force, his hands working at the red silk shirt,
reefing it from the waistband of his jeans, his hands searching for the feel of
Magnus’ lightly tanned skin with its firm muscle beneath it. He gave a small
hum of pleasure as he reached what he was looking for, his hands sliding over
the smooth surface, his fingers digging into the firmness of his lower back. He
took in a deep breath, trying to gain some control over his raging desire.
“You sound all hot and bothered, my love, let’s get rid of
another layer, shall we?” Magnus took
hold of the top of the zip on the hoodie and slowly pulled it down over the
length of his chest. Alec could feel the vibrations of the metal teeth giving
way and tried to press closer against Magnus but he held him back so he could
remove the soft material from him.
Alec felt the coolness of the room against his super- heated
skin but didn’t care about the goose bumps starting to form across his arms. He
knew it wasn’t all caused from the loss of his clothes. His hands went to the
front of Magnus’ waistcoat, his haste making his fingers clumsy. Magnus stilled
his hands and he gave him a questioning look.
“Let me save you some time.” He purred and with a click of
his fingers and the appearance of the magical blue flame, the waistcoat opened
as did the front of the shirt. Alec groaned as he saw the narrow expanse of
Magnus’ toned body. His hard pecs, the ridges of his abs were too hard to
resist. His hands pushed inside the opening and he spread his fingers over the
contours of his body, taking his mouth at the same time. Magnus moaned into the
kiss, the sound devoured by their near out of control need for each other.
“By the angel, guys, can you take it someplace else? I
thought you two were going out for dinner?”
Magnus and Alec were brought crashing back to reality with
the sound of Jace’s voice. He was standing there with his hands on his hips
giving them an exasperated look.
“Next time you two plan a date, it might be better if Alec
meets you at the loft, not the Institute. Not everyone would appreciate the
floor show you’re putting on out here.”
Magnus looked at his boyfriend with a lop sided grin. Alec
was trying not to smile back but it wasn’t working, his face was going a deep
pink. Magnus turned towards him and put a hand up against his cheek.
“I love you, Alexander Lightwood.” He said softly, his eyes
shining. Alec pulled him close and kissed him, smiling down at him.
“Love you too, Magnus.”
Jace made a sound of disgust and covered his eyes with one
hand, shaking his head.
“Can you two just go to dinner already?”
Magnus looked back at Alec, smiling.
“At least we can say we’ve already had dessert.” Alec
“I don’t know about you but I intend to have a second
helping.” Magnus said softly.
Pair: Thorin Oakenshield x Healer!Reader (a pretty short one too lol)
Genre: Arguing, Angst (lots in this one so fair warning), Fluff (eventually)
Inspired by prompts fromimaginexhobbit + “I hate you!” + “Why do you hate me?!”
A/N: Thorin and Y/N’s relationship is getting nowhere, and with the road to Erebor seeming to be endless, will Rivendell be able to act as a tonic for the two hot heads? Or will Y/N decide that her place is no longer needed in the company?
I cried out as I threw all my weight behind my sword towards an incoming warg who was sent skidding across the plaines along with its orc master. I couldn’t help but smirk as I continued behind the other dwarves. Well that really wasn’t how I was a couple of minutes before.
I allowed my eyes to flutter close as I rested within the confides of a large oak tree, beneath its towering branches that sheltered the morning light from my eyes, the trickling of water a lullaby upon my senses as the stream continued to flow. As a young child I had always found comfort within the branches and roots of trees that towered over me, knowing that I would be guarded, but the idea of being in nature always made me feel safe—
My eyes snapped open once more at the sound of twigs snapping beneath a large amount of weight, sitting up and calling out instantly, ‘Guys? You there?’
‘Guys come on, where are you? I’m not in the mood for jokes at the moment.’
I laid my head against the forest floor as yet enough twig snapped, this time much closer. The footsteps that echoed through the earth did not belong to one of a dwarf. The nagging in the back of my head got louder as I slowly and finally, I pulled out my sword, trying to avoid scraping the delicate metal against the sheath.