Summary: You buy one of Loki’s favorite books causing you to remember the time he read it to you.
Warnings: Nothing… I think.
You walked through the quiet bookstore, eyes scanning over the shelves. You pluck a book off the shelve, smiling. It was his favorite book. You thought about one of the many times he read it to you……
“Loki! Are you home?” You called out, entering your shared apartment.
You received a grunt in reply. You set your keys down on the hallway table with your bag. Quickly you kicked your shoes off and hung up your coat before walking further into the apartment. Scanning the living room for his mop of dark hair.
“Lok?” “Bedroom!” He yelled out. You dragged your feet down the hall and slid through the small opening of the door. You claimed into bed, between Loki’s legs, resting your head on his thigh.
“Hard day?” Loki asked, his fingers combing through your hair. You nodded your head, sighing in contentment. His cool fingers were offsetting your headache.
“Why are people such jerks?” You asked, wrapping your arms around his leg. Loki sighed. “I don’t know, my love.” “I just want to sleep.”
Loki began rubbing his fingers in a circle motion. “So sleep, my dear. I’ll be here when you wake.”
You shook your head. “I haven’t been able to sleep right for days. Every time I fall asleep I have these….nightmares.” Loki shifted, setting his book that rested on his chest on the end table. “About what?”
“You….You keep dying in them…They feel so real.” You whispered. “I’m not going to die. I wouldn’t leave you. I couldn’t.” You planted a kiss onto his thigh before snuggling closer to him. “I want to lay here for a while. You can go back to reading. I just need to know you’re here.”
While Loki held you every night, sometimes you had to have your self-wrapped completely around him. It was the only way your brain would understand he was there.
He would leave for long periods of times and you would have dreams where he was holding you, reading to you. They always felt so real and when you woke and found that he wasn’t there.
Your heart would always break just a little.You had dreams like that so often that your brain doesn’t always pick up on the fact that he really is holding you tightly.
Loki placed his other leg over your hip, his fingers still running through your hair as he began reading out loud.
You listen intently to his voice, picking up on how his voice would change ever so slightly when he would switch characters.
Your eyes began to drift shut. His sweet voice filling your ears.
You handed the check out lady your book, smiling and nodding when she asked if found everything you were looking for. “Have a wonderful day!” She said, her voice full of happiness.
You mumbled a quick, “You too.” and left the book shop. The bag swung from your arm as you walked quickly through the crowded streets.
You hadn’t seen Loki in almost three years. You have been giving him a place to hide out from the Avengers. Wasn’t the smartest ideas, but you did it and you don’t regret it.
You unlocked your door and stepped into the apartment, kicking your shoes off and tossing your keys and bag on the hall table. You flicked the kitchen light on as you walked in.
You opened the pizza box on the stove and sighed. You opened the fridge and grabbed a can of soda, kicking the door shut as you walked away. “You always did love buying new books.”
Your whole body froze. Your eyes scanned the room until you seen the familiar mop of dark hair. by the balcony door. Your soda can fell to the floor, the bubbly liquid slipping everywhere.
“You even loved it more when it was one of my favorites,” Loki said, stepping into the light, the book you bought in his hand. “Loki…” You breathed.
A/N: This was requested by @zendmylife weeks ago and I just finished it now. Sorry it took me so long to write it, I hope you enjoy it! Sorry if you don’t enjoy the books mentioned, I just picked two random books that I happen to enjoy. 1984 isn’t my favorite (tbh it was just easier for me to insult), but Peter Pan is for sure. Also, sorry about the title, I literally could not think of anything so I put something random that still related to the story.
Judy got a job at the university bookstore to help cover her some of her costs.
It wasn’t anything really exciting. A lot of standing around, making minor small talk with tried students who didn’t really want the conversation, or restock the shelves she could reach. No one really asked her for help, or wondered if she had a book recommendation like Judy might have imagined. Nope they just avoided eye contact and putting books in the wrong place.
And it wasn’t even like Judy could use her down time to study for her laws, or stick her knows in criminal psychology book. No her boss didn’t allow that, she wasn’t paid to study.
Judy sighed. She really hated her job.
But it helped pay some of the bills, so it had to be worth something.
She grumbled to herself angry as she restocked shelves.
Imitating her boss’s latest order, as she did so, in annoyance. Forced to restock the Grassland/Forest Mythology section of the store. A section barely anyone every went into unless they had a class that like required it. Honestly the shelf needed more dusting the restocking.
“Honestly, who reads this stuff?” Judy grumbled as she shoved an assortment of books back into the the shelf.
“I do,” A male voice said suddenly, causing Judy to squeak and jump at the sound.
A light chuckle followed afterwards, as Judy grabbed her chest and turned to glare at whatever cruel mammal that decided her fright was something hilarious. She turned to find a thin red fox standing facing the shelf behind her, grinning down at her, in patterned shirt and slacks. Green eyes shinning down on her with amusement. A thick paperback book of Brother Moon mythology and stories in his paw.
“Sorry, I didn’t see you there,” Judy apologized halfheartedly.
The fox merely hummed down at her. “I noticed.” The fox returned, before grabbing another book and walking away.
The following week, Judy saw the fox again.
Same section as where she first saw. Only this time he’s nose deep in an book about ideology of myths and beings involved. Something so theoretical Judy could probably only dream about understanding it. Yet the fox was in it with such interest, drinking it all in like he couldn’t get enough of it.
It surprised Judy to see the fox there again. She almost never saw anyone in that mythology second twice…let alone withing a week of first seeing.
“You’re staring is distracting,” The fox said suddenly.
Judy squeaked again in surprise, causing another grin to grow on the fox’s lips.
“Just not use to seeing anyone in the section.” Judy stated absently, annoyed by his joy of scaring her.
“We’re a rare breed, Fluff.” The fox returned, turning to look at her. “That or perhaps I’m illusion and your going insane.”
Judy just rolled her eyes and huffed away.
She saw the fox for a third time the following week.
She was managing the register on a late shift, which was pointless. No one was really there in the store. If any student came in they went right for the stairs to go to the cafe and get get coffee or food. Barely anyone bothered with getting a book at that time of night.
As she boredly drummed her fingers against the counter top, the fox walked up.
He looked worse for wear. Like he hadn’t sleep for a few days and was running on fumes of fumes. His shirt was wrinkled, and he failed to suppress a yawn when he walked up to her. The fox dumped an arm full of books on Alepoú from myths, to theories of his creation.
“You look terrible.” She commented as she reached for a book.
“Hello to you too!” The fox returned sourly at Judy.
“Sorry,” Judy commented with a light giggle. “You just don’t look like you’ve slept for…”
“A few days?” The fox supplied almost knowingly. “Yeah, haven’t really done that. “Got two papers due in a few days, and the first draft of my thesis is due Friday. Doesn’t help that I had a moment of inspiration at 7:30 and need to run and get books.”
“You’re a grad student here?” Judy asked as she rang up the last book.
The fox nodded weakly at her, this time successfully managing to swallow something of a yawn.
“Take it you’re a grad student in Grassland and Forest mythology.” Judy observed, pulling out a back from below the counter.
“Quite the detective you are.” The fox returned lamely.
“Your total is 53.18.” Judy stated in place of making a face the fox. The fox pulled out his wallet and credit card, going through the payment process as Judy carefully started placing his purchase in a bag. “Alepoú, that’s the trickster god that tried to seal Harecules from Sister Sun’s palace in that Mouse movie right?”
“That movie is terribly inaccurate mythological speaking.” The fox grumbled at the gray rabbit like she personally offended him with her lack of knowledge. “Alepoú was sent by Brother Moon to test heroes of their worthiness.”
“Alright, fine, sorry.” Judy shrugged out as the machine printed the receipt. She grabbed a card by the computer, before handing the fox his receipt. “Here’s your receipt and a coupon for a dollar of coffee at the cafe, you look like you could use it.”
“Thanks,” The fox said, seeming genuinely surprised and thankful.
Judy just watched him shuffle up the stairs.
The fourth time she saw the fox, he wasn’t in the mythology section.
He was in the fiction section looking over the shelf of new releases. His presences there surprised her.
It had been two weeks after talking with him at the cashier. He looked well rested, and far more put together than whatever he was when she saw him last.
“You lost or something?” Judy asked, as she restocked a table near him.
“No,” The fox answered as he reached down to pick up a hard cover and read the inside sleeve. “I happen to be exactly where I want to be. I do happen to read more than mythology and ideology. I do like good book every now and again.”
“A fox of many colors than.” Judy returned slightly playfully.
The fox rolled his eyes as he placed the book back and grabbed enough one. Reading the inside sleeve quickly. His tail wagged slightly, and his ears perked up in interest as he read it and seemed to decided and getting that book.
“Find something interesting?”
“I believe so.”
And with that the fox walked off.
Judy watched him go, making she he was gone before she moved to the shelf. She picked up the book the fox just grabbed, Promise Rebirthed. Quickly flipping up on the cover she read the summary on the sleeve. She read about half of it, quickly realized it was a dumb romance book and reincarnation.
“Dumb fox,” Judy muttered to herself.
“Judy!” The fox exclaimed as he rushed towards her at the help desk she was trapped in for the day.
Judy blinked in surprise at the fox for two reason. One his slightly panicked expression, and two he knew her name, and she was pretty sure they had never exchanged names before. She opened her mouth to ask.
“You wear a name tag, dumb bunny,” The fox snapped like he already knew what she was going to ask.
Judy looked down at her shirt as she remember. “Oh right, how can I help you, today…?” She said pausing for the fox to supply his name.
“Is the book store getting an order of Lesser Know Grassland and Forest Mythology by Harrison Badgerton?” the fox asked hurriedly instead, before ushering her quickly to check.
Judy hurriedly typed away at the keyboard. Scanning over the new and arriving inventory the bookstore had. Carefully scanning for the title and author name. Suddenly she saw it, clicking the row to quickly high light all the necessary information.
“Yeah, it looks like we’ll have it available on…Thursday.” Judy informed, grinned at the fox as he beamed at her.
“Okay,” The fox said with a nod, like he could handle waiting for the book till Thursday.
“I can pre-order it for you, so all you have to do is come in and pick it up.” Judy stated.
The fox eyes widened in glee. “Please,” The fox begged happily, as Judy giggled and started the pre-ordering process. “By the moon, I could kiss you, Fluff.”
Judy just rolled her eyes and made a playful gagging sound at the idea. Though it surprisingly did not seem like a bad one to her. She carefully clicked about the options on the screen.
“Hey, how’s the book you bought last week?” Judy asked, trying to fill the space with light small talk.
“Decent, I suppose. Cheesy in some parts, but the author did their fair share of research. It was pretty accurate most of the time.” the fox comment. “But over all a good read.”
“You finished it?” Judy asked amazed. “Already?”
“Yeah,” The fox returned oddly. “It wasn’t an overly complicated book.”
“Romance books usually aren’t.”
“Ha, You did read the cover after I left.” The fox said with a knowing town in his voice. Judy turned to him sharply to glare at him, and the fox laughed. Judy realize he not just confirmed his thought without saying anything. “You’d probably like it.”
“More of into crime thrillers than dumb reincarnation romances.” Judy huffed. “And I didn’t read the cove,” she shot in quickly, “it’s our job to now the summary of new releases.” The fox snorted in reply at her. “What’s your name for the pre-order pick up?”
“Nick,” The fox answered smoothly. “Nick Wilde.”
Judy purchased the book. Like an some dumb love struck idiot she bought the book.
Not only that she read in like a day.
It was good, she couldn’t put it down and she would shameless admit that to herself in a mirror. And it wasn’t anything she expected.
“You’re an idiot.” She told Nick when he came to put up his book that Thursday.
“How so?” The fox asked so effortlessly, and smoothly, she wondered if he was even really trying.
“The book was about Alepoú and Kounéli, figures form Grassland and Forest mythology.” Judy pointed out smartly. “You study them at school, there for it wasn’t pleasure reading for you.”
“Oh no,” Nick said leaning over the counter slightly, easing into Judy’s personal space just so. “It really was.”
Judy felt her ears burn bright read at his tone. Because he knew she knew exactly what he meant just as well as he did. The darm part of the book and Judy just shamefully couldn’t quiet bring herself to put down.
“We should have coffee some time and talk about it.” He said with a wave as he turned to walk away.
“There are better ways to ask a girl out Wilde,” Judy shouted at him, before turning to the next mammal in line.
Needless to say she went to get coffee with him anyway.
AN: This is like coffee shop au, but better and I love it. Sorry it kind of got away from me there but yeah. Got to squeeze a little Mythology AU out for everyone.
Thank you so much for that post of yours mentioning Anzu prefering Atem wasn't equal a negative judgment on her. I was so tired of seeing some stories that label her as bitch if she so much as basically expresses her right to have her own feelings in not returning yugi's feelings. Btw I'm curious: what are your views on the whole love triangle revolving around Yugi, Anzu and Atem in canon? What do you think about it?
Oh my goodness, no problem, Anon! I can never spend enough time defending Anzu, particularly on the topic that her romantic preferences do not equal her worth. Goodness gracious- How she treats people should always outweigh who she likes in assessing her as a person.
But my gosh… if you want me to assess the triangle between those three, we should first make some things clear on my OTHER opinions on the characters/ships:
Puzzleshipping is my die hard OTP. Peachshipping I low-key ship depending on the presentation or scenario. Revolutionshipping is… I kind of place it close to Prideshipping in my mind, actually. In both cases, I really appreciate Anzu/Kaiba’s feelings for Atem, the role their feelings play in their personal arcs, and their dynamics with Atem in general. I also think Atem cares deeply for both in some capacity. But in both, it just, doesn’t ‘do’ anything for me, for lack of a better word. And while I might like to explore the emotions in writings at times, I’m rarely drawn to them as active ships.
I also tend to see/write Yuugi as bisexual (with a preference/stronger awareness of liking girls), Atem as demisexual, and Anzu as heterosexual.
These views definitely affect my opinions on the Anzu/Atem/Yuugi love triangle, and it’s better I just acknowledge that than claim I’m unbiased.
authors note: this was a dream i had and it was originally going to be a one shot but i got carried away. i kinda based the aesthetic on their music video All In. that’s the look i’m picturing in my brain anyways.
summary: you and Minhyuk were all each other had when your family had been killed in a war. you and him had to survive, while trying to keep your old family home from literally falling apart. not to mention, how much longer could you suppress your feeling for him?
I think I finally got my writing mojo back. Thanks inspirational podcasts and radios.
“Thanks for tuning in tonight, who’s calling?”
She turned her head, fingertips tapping against her stomach. The glare from her alarm clock was the only light in the room, and she could see a faint outline of her bedroom door. Her window had been shut for hours, leaving her floating in a quiet euphoria all alone.
She had done this every night since December 1st. And for some reason, it put her at ease more than any cheap therapy could.
do you think we will have to witness the death/sacrifice of a fairy tail member in this arc ?
Ah, anon. You might regret asking that question, because this is going to be a long-winded, typically-Jhayni post.
I’m going to start off talking about promises. (Bear with me, this will be relevant in a moment).
Every writer makes promises to his readers. And every reader, whether or not they can articulate it, understands this.
Let me give you an example.
You’re in a bookstore and you’re scanning the shelves in the romance section. A book catches your eye. Even before you pick it up, you know that the writer is promising that you’re going to fall in love with two people falling in love. So you get the book with the expectation that Brooding Brad and Perky Penny, after a rocky first meeting, an awesome first date, complications caused by a jealous ex-gf and an evil boss, are going to declare undying love and live happily ever after.
Except when you get to the last chapter, Brooding Brad decides to up and go photograph lions in Africa and Perky Penny elopes with the mailman.
At which point, you’ll hurl the book against the wall, because the author just broke about a dozen promises to you—and wasted your time.
You’d feel cheated if you opened a shounen manga and got people having tea parties and talking about their stamp collections instead of battles and adventures. And you’d feel the same if, at the end of the mystery, the police say, “We don’t know” and shove the murder case into the cold case file.
But writers make even more promises beyond genre expectations.
A mystery whose first chapter dumps you into the deranged mind of a serial killer makes very different promises from a mystery whose first chapter has a Miss Marple-type entering the drawing room at a house party to find the host stretched out dead in front of the fireplace.
The tone and style of the opening sets readers’ expectations.
What does all of this have to do with Fairy Tail?
I’m glad you asked!
Think back to the early chapters of Fairy Tail. What we were promised in those early arcs was this: young wizards go on missions, with comedy, some danger, a little fanservice, and NO DEATH.
Except for Simon, who’s the exception that proves the rule.
Mashima went to great lengths to keep characters alive. Natsu prevented both Gray at Galuna and Erza at ToH from sacrificing themselves. Characters who should’ve died—Jellal, Makarov, and Lisanna—lived.
Heck, even villains were either hauled off to jail or redeemed or both. And even after attempting to BBQ all of Magnolia, all Laxus got was a scolding and exile.
And even that exile was too harsh a punishment, according to some people (*cough*Natsu*cough*).
All this worked for the early arcs, because Mashima wanted to do something more light-hearted and fun, and he was playing with the concept of Fairy Tail. (You can tell that from some of his afterwords in the early volumes).
But then Tenrou came around, and Mashima decided to get serious about the main plot. Fairy Tail went from “Young wizards have fun adventures” to “Young wizards save the world”.
But when you change the goal of the story like that, you also change its tone, the readers’ expectations, and the promises you make.
From Tenrou onwards, Mashima has been slowly and subtly shifting the tone of Fairy Tail. At Tenrou he gave us two villain deaths—Zeref kills both Zancrow and Hades. And he gave us the time-skip, which was emotionally rough on everyone. Lucy had to come to terms with the fact her father died before she could be properly reconciled with him.
And then you get to Eclipse and Mashima kills off two main characters. Now, one is a future counterpart, and the other death he reverses almost immediately, but they die.
Here comes the Tartarus arc. For the first time we see collateral damage and a big body count. Jackal takes out almost the entire Magic Council, including a minor, named character we’ve seen several times. Over a hundred people die when Tempesta turns himself into a cloud of poisonous particles. And who knows how many people died when Jackal bombed half the town?
This is followed by pages of Erza stripped naked and brutally tortured. And yes, there has been a lot more nudity lately than there was prior to Tenrou.
Even the animation style of Fairy Tail has changed. And think about the movie: in order to kill the phoenix, a character had to die.
And all of these changes are Mashima signalling the shift from a “Have Fun Adventures” story to a “Save the World” story.
But the problem he runs into is that people entered Fairy Tail through the “Fun Adventures” part. Pretty much everything he did up to Tenrou proved to us that we could safely fall in love with any one of his large cast of characters. We could be confident that our beloved character would survive to the end.
But a “Save the World” story has to show that yes, the world really is in grave danger, the villains are both evil and competent, and the heroes must be tested and pushed to their limits in order to win.
Otherwise, you just can’t take it seriously.
And this often means a character death. If not this arc, then the next one.
I think Mashima has to balance the promises he made pre-Tenrou, and the promises he’s making now. The fact that he’s developed Gruvia so much before the Silver-Gray showdown makes me nervous for Juvia’s sake.
But, imo, if a FT guild member has to die, the best candidate would be someone from the older generation: either Makarov or Gildarts. That way he can have a meaningful character death, while keeping the younger generation safe. It’s the best solution I can think of, considering the two sets of promises.
Summary: Phil really wants that damn
book, but he can’t reach it. That guy in the horror section can. But he’s a
dick, and Phil’s sick off his teasing.
Warnings: Blood, violence
I had to
Teresa. Go away. Tom—
No. Don’t say another word. Just … leave me alone. And you can tell WICKED that
I’m done playing their games. Tell them I’m done!
She waited a few seconds before responding.
Okay. Another pause. Okay. Then I just have one thing left to say to you.
Thomas sighed. I can’t wait. She didn’t say it right away, and he would’ve
thought she’d left him except that he still felt her presence. Finally, she
Tom? What? WICKED is good. And then she was
bookstore is crammed with people, so I don’t let out a girly squeal, despite my
throat constricting with the urge to scream and slam my head against the
bookcase I was slumped next to. The Lucazade I had been told off numerous times
already for having sat in my lap and I closed the book with a breathy sigh. My
mouth was dry. I really need a drink.
I whispered, on the verge of hissing profanities. Although it had to be my
third warning in this bookstore alone now, so I kept quiet and instead curled
further into myself. The teen section was empty, thank god. It was only me. I
had been coming here every day for at least a month to read the second Maze
Runner book, because, I couldn’t afford the damn thing. I didn’t have a job yet
and college was sucking me dry. This month’s rent had come out two days ago,
and the rest had to be spent on things like food and toiletries.
When all I
really wanted to do was sit at home and curl in my armchair, losing myself in
Thomas’s world. I’d already decided his world was better than mine. Yeah, there
was the so called “flare” a disease which had wiped out humanity, and the evil
organisation “WCKD” was after him, but I’ve said this many times before. I
would rather live in his universe.
We can swap?
Thomas can live in my world. Where I’m studying to become some kind of something. A something which will be
remembered and what-not. He can put up with my noisy housemates who insist on
making homemade horror movies at 3am with just an iPhone and a fuck-load of
ketchup. I smirked to myself while my gaze idled on the Maze Runner books
stacked proudly at the top of the shelf. Though my smirk quickly became a frown
when I realised I’d been sitting on my legs so long my feet were prickling with
pins and needles and there was a dull pain throbbing in both of my legs. God
I slip my
phone out of my jacket and peer at the time. My home-screen was a shot of The
Scorch Trials movie. Yes, I was incredibly sad and perhaps the only Maze Runner
fan boy in Manchester, but fuck, the series made my life a little less shitty.
past five. I supress a sigh. The bookstore was shutting in half an hour and was
not noticeably emptying quickly. The queue was huge. Little kids clutching
books while their parents rolled their eyes. I spotted a teenage girl about my
age with short brown hair. She was struggling to keep a-hold of at least eight
books she had picked out. She was with another girl with spiky red hair who was
frowning at her. “Wow, Mel.” The girl smirked at her friend. “You do realise we
have exams this week? How are you going to read all of those?
Mel- only smiled. “I have my ways.” She replied. And then it was her turn to
myself, I turn back to my finished book and remember my current situation.
I lift my
gaze to “The Death Cure” sticking out from all of the other books on the shelf.
The cover screamed at me and a shiver crawls up my spine. I fucking need that
Or the “Bellamy and Clarke work at a bookstore and art supply store across the mall from each other” AU. Chapters I, II, III, IV, V [AO3]
Bellamy doesn’t work the next day.
Either that or he’s avoiding her.
Clarke keeps a keen eye on the bookstore whenever she can, scanning the register counter, the stockroom, everything and yet still no sign of him.
She’d be lying if she said she wasn’t anxious about where he was, about whether or not he’d gotten her message, about whether or not he hated her.
This time yesterday Clarke wouldn’t have cared if Bellamy Blake hated her. She would have said, well I hate him, so whatever or I don’t care what he thinks, he’s nothing.
But now she couldn’t help but admit to herself that even from the beginning Bellamy had never been nothing. She’d always been fascinated by him, even if in the beginning she truly had hated him. And now that she had finally dropped the curtain of denial and allowed herself to realize that they were friends she’d said something so awful and terrible that she didn’t know if she’d ever have the chance to make it up to him.
He was even better at projecting than she was. She could see that now, even if she hadn’t been able to before. He projected a calm, collected, cocky, sarcastic, self-assured self that he hid behind and he had been just starting to lower that barrier for her and she’d taken advantage of it and spit right in his face.
God, she thought.
She waited anxiously for lunch. She knew he wasn’t going to be there. Why would he be? He obviously wasn’t working today and there was no reason for him to come. As far she she knew he had never gotten her texts or hadn’t bothered to answer them, neither of which was a good sign. He wouldn’t be there.