idk her name but she stole my heart with that grin

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oq prompt; 'new robin' from 6b somehow gets his memories back and remembers regina idk i hope it happens pls write it better than a&e will

It’s the shattering of glass that catches her attention, eyes pulled to the billowing curtains as her breath catches in her throat. She can practically taste the dark magic at work.

It’s her fault that he’d thought to come here. Her idiotic fault for making him feel as though he wasn’t enough because he was, he was. She couldn’t help her grief though, the sorrow at having someone look so very much like her Robin - he wasn’t as aged, his smile didn’t always hold the same warmth, his eyes the same experience - yet not know her as he had.

She’d thought that she was alone in the house, hadn’t realised that he’d returned when she’d confessed her agonising thoughts to Snow over the phone and he’d said nothing when she had discovered her in the kitchen, merely asked if she’d like help with dinner. This morning though, the note he’d left on her pillow, apologising that he wasn’t who she needed, had revealed otherwise.

It had only been Archie’s mention that he’d noticed Robin making his way to Gold’s shop that had sent alarm bells ringing in her head.

The click of her heels was barely heard beneath the roaring thunder of magic. Strange scented winds whipped at her hair and clothes as she threw back the thick red curtain and forced her way into Gold’s back room to find the imp and Robin in the middle of the room.

“What are you doing!?”

Only Robin turned at the sound of her voice. He was kneeling on the ground, trembling at the force of the magic cutting through him but his voice was steady, his eyes sure as he replied, “I’m doing the right thing. I’m giving him back to you.”

Her heart was thumping hard in her chest as she cried, “What the hell are you talking about?”

“He has a family, your Robin,” he grimaced as a particularly strong beam of magic pulsed through him, “he has a family, friends, honour.” He shook his head, “He deserves this life, he’ll live it better than I will.”

Tears were streaming from her eyes, she wanted her Robin back with every ounce of her being but, “You can’t do that! I won’t let you!”

He chuckled sadly, knowing she’d fight and replied, “You have no choice,” and with a mere flick of his wrist, Regina felt herself falling into unconsciousness, Robin’s smile following her all the way into the darkness.

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“Regina…”

She smiled at the sound of his voice, as soft as the pillows beneath her head. His warm palm was pressed to her belly, lips trailing along her collarbone as his hot breath blew gently over her skin. “Go back to sleep.”

She was used to this by now. The dreams, the wonderful dreams in which she was reunited with him even if only for a few moments. At first it had distressed her, she’d wake in a cold sweat and sob and sob and sob but now she knew not to waste the time she had with him, even if it wasn’t real.

He followed the slope of her neck, pulling a shudder from her with the feel of his stubble trailing over delicate skin, elicited a soft chuckle when he bit at her earlobe and the corner of her jaw before he whispered her name again and asked her, “Open those beautiful eyes for me, sweetheart.”

She shook her head playfully, grinning as her hand moved up to cup his cheek.

“Why not?” He dropped kisses all over her face: her cheeks, her eyelids, her forehead.

She swallowed past her grief and fought hard to keep a smile on her face as she whispered, “Because, if I do, you won’t be here anymore.”

He kissed the corner of her mouth, the hand on her belly stroking gently, soothingly as he whispered back, “What if I promise that I will be?”

She bumped her nose against his, eyes still closed as she teased, “You know I wouldn’t believe you.”

He stole a sweet kiss from her, chuckling against her mouth when she lifted her head to prolong the contact before he coaxed her down with a hand on her cheek and asked, “And what if I asked you to trust me?”

That had the smile fading from her lips as her throat tightened and her brow furrowed gently. “You know that I would.”

Those lips found her own once more and she couldn’t help but moan at the urgency of his kiss, hands rising to grip at his cheeks as she parted her lips and slid her tongue against his in long and luxurious passes. She didn’t want to stop, didn’t want to let this feeling go but the decision was made when he tipped his head away from her to catch his breath and asked, “Please,” stroking back her hair from her face. “Open your eyes, my love.”

A shuddered breath left her parted lips, her heart already aching at the thought of losing this wonderful moment with him but even in her heart, even in her own imagination she’d do anything for him and so, very slowly, she began blinking open her eyes, already crying as she did so.

Her heart practically stopped when she felt him catch the falling drops with his kisses, her fingers curling in the - very real - heat of him as the memories of the previous night returned to her.

He pulled back just as slowly as she’d opened her eyes, his grin warm and wide, his own eyes as wet as hers. “You’re here,” she breathed, “you’re real.”

He nodded gently, dropping to press another kiss to her lips before he whispered, “And I’m yours.”

anonymous asked:

Oh! Oh! Oh!! I have a prompt for this amazing pair! I love insecure!Tony. Tony shows his affection through presents. A car. An island. A really big bunny. But T'Challa is richer than him. So no presents are gonna be good enough. Tony can't build T'Challa something because he has his own scientists. And really, what can Tony provide a King? What sees T'Challa in him? Angst. Angst. And more angst please! I love this blog and can't wait! Thank you all!

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Tony and t'challa accidentaly started a who can give the best gift contest btw each other and the gifts become incredibly sappy

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I’m so happy about this blog!!! Anyway, I’d like to read something with jealous T'Challa (or even Tony, I don’t mind). Ok thanks!

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Hye can I request for a possessively & obsessive Tchalla into making Tony his? The king suspecting Tony have some kind of secret feelings to a certain captain & that’s make Tchalla so determined to make Tony forget his affection for Steve. Let’s say Tchalla manage making Tony fall for him & Steve jealousy on the backgrounds. Thank you!

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I think what I love the most out of this ship is the fact that T'challa is richer than Tony so Tony can be the one pampered and spoiled for a change (´∀`)♡ Can you imagine Tony the moment he realized oh shit my boyfriend is loaded and T'challa knowing that Tony is not used to be the receiving end of pampering and aims to remedy that thoroughly

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Idk man I just want a fic with Steve being jealous as heck over T'challa’s new relationship with Tony because YOU HAD YOUR CHANCE AND YOU BLEW IT STEVE now I just want him to writhe over the fact that another man went and make Tony the happiest man in the world

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anonymous asked: Jealous T'Challa?


The Care and Wooing of Tony Stark, Billionaire

Part 1 of ? (Ao3 link here)

T’Challa frowned at the knock on his door. He had expressly asked not to be disturbed, especially considering the various thinly veiled threats the American Secretary of State was sending his way if he ‘chose not to aid in the apprehension of world criminals’ and the other numerous correspondence from other countries in the UN that wanted his view on the Accords after that debacle at the airport. “Enter,” he said coolly.

Shuri stepped in to the room and he felt his scowl darken even more. With others, he would have to pretend calmness or acceptance, but Shuri was still his baby sister and he was more than comfortable being upset at her interruption. She, however, smiled as serenely as she always did when getting under his skin.

“What?” he demanded, leaning forward on his father’s desk – his desk, now, and it still hurt his heart sometimes, an odd jump that pulled at him unexpectedly.

She kept her face smooth and calm as she said, “You have elephants on your front lawn.”

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from the prompt that character A and character B meet for the first time in a jail cell. This is so cheesy. Soma drabble.

“Fine. One song.” He says it because it does not seem real. He says it because he swears someone like this must only exist in his imagination.

The holding cell is cold. Two beds on chains with white linen sheets that look about as thick as the handkerchief in his pocket, and a toilet in the corner that looks like it might’ve been used by the entire town at one point or another. Gray brick, some cracks of it filled with an oddly-colored moss. He slouches. The place still might be more organized than his room, and the thought makes his stomach churn. He might be inspired to go on a cleaning spree if he ever breaks out.

He flips his wrist, then remembers his watch was stripped from him over two hours ago. He guesses it is around 2 or 3 AM. There are no clocks in the cell or on any walls within the reach of his gaze and he wonders if the cops somehow have the power to freeze time in here. He closes his dry, sore eyes and tries to sleep some of the time away.

He wakes minutes later to the sounds of some sort of high-pitched screaming, mixed in with a cacophony of cops shouting and walls being kicked. He folds up into a tighter ball on the stone-like mattress and blocks his ears.

The door slides open with an eerie rattle and closes with a loud shatter. A tiny, frenzying body has been thrown into the room, all frizzy blonde hair, long legs, and emerald eyes that glitter in the stripes of luminescence that fall through the cell’s barred window. He remains folded and doesn’t say a word as she turns back to the departing cops and screams all sorts of expletives and fire-powered curses.

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anon asked: I don’t think it’s on the list of prompts you reblogged but could you please please please write nalu fluff with them being cute in the kitchen or something? Idk I just read a really cute soma one and thought it’d be cute for nalu too. It’s okay if you don’t thoughh! Don’t sweat it(:

a/n: I am DETERMINED to get this damn thing posted! I’ve been trying since yesterday but oh my gosh this laptop hates me. But anon, you must direct me towards the cute soma fluff! Until then though, here’s my attempt at a cute nalu kitchen disaster. Hope it’s okay!


A thin layer of white covered every visible surface of the kitchen counter- a direct result of the young man slipping on some melted butter that had dripped onto the ground, causing him to drop the bag of flour that he’d been carrying.

Natsu muttered something unintelligible under his breath as he stooped down to pick up the- now busted- bag of flour, rubbing at his eyes as he did so to try to get the offending substance off his lashes.

“You know, I heard that there is a lovely bakery just down the street. I’m sure their cookies wouldn’t disappoint.” He heard a hopeful voice from near the fridge, and when he turned his head to look he had to purse his lips to keep from laughing. There was his girlfriend, standing there with the bag of chocolate chips in hand, looking like she had taken the worst of the powdery spill.

“No way,” he replied, shaking his head as he walked over to her, gently wiping some of the flour from her eyes. “You promised you were gonna teach me how to make cookies from scratch, remember?” Bending down, he stole a quick kiss before pulling away and grinning.

“I know what I promised,” Lucy rolled her eyes, pretending to be annoyed. The slight pull of her lips, however, told a different story. “That was before I found out what a lousy cook you are.”

“Ouch, babe.” He placed a hand over his heart, no doubt leaving behind a handprint on his tshirt. “Words hurt, ya know. I’m wounded.”

“Yeah yeah. Come on, you big baby,” she laughed as she placed her hand on his chest, steering him in the direction of the countertops. “Let’s finish up these cookies you’re so insistent on.” When he stared down at their ingredients with an (admittedly adorable) clueless look on his face, Lucy only shook her head before handing him a measuring cup along with the bag of semi-sweet chips.

 "Okay, you just have to add two cups of these,“ she tapped his hand that was holding the chocolate, “and add them into the bowl while I grab the eggs. Got it?”

The boy bobbed his head up and down, like a little kid eager to please.

“Got it! Two cups of chocolate chips into the bowl; no more, no less.” He nodded his head, as if already priding himself on a job well done. However, he was quick to add, “Unless you say to add more, of course.”

Lucy grinned, “Nice try, but no brownie points for you.”

He smirked. “Of course I don’t get brownie points, Luce. We’re making cookies.”

“You’re such a dork.”

“Love you too.”

She turned to pad over to the fridge for the eggs, and it was when her back was turned that she heard a soft oops. The blonde sighed.

“What happened?” She asked, at the same time that he said, “Uh, babe?”

Coming up behind him, the eggs in her hand, she couldn’t help but laugh when she saw the contents of the bowl.

Natsu turned to face her, green eyes glinting mischievously as he nodded towards the bowl, where it now seemed to have more chips than batter.

“You like chocolate, right?”

Lucy grinned, tapping the boy’s face as she came to stand beside him. “Now I know why everyone wished me luck if you ever decided to help me in the kitchen.”

He scoffed. “Smartass.”

“You love it.”

“You’re lucky.”

“Well, it is my first name.” She laughed at the disapproving look he gave her, and lifted onto her tiptoes to press a soft kiss to his lips, ignoring the taste of flour. “But I kind of am pretty lucky, aren’t I?”

“Better believe it. I mean, really, come on.” He grinned down at her, arms wrapping around her waist to pull her closer. “Who doesn’t love a man who can cook?”

“I wouldn’t know.”

“Well someone is just full of witty remarks today.”

“When am I ever not?” Offering the boy a wink, she turned her attention back to the cookie batter.

“It’s not so bad,” she hummed, grabbing a large wooden spoon to sift through the more chocolate than batter. “After all, who doesn’t love a lot of flavor in their cookies?”

After carefully adding the eggs to the mix, she decides to give the boy one last chance at redeeming himself.

His eyes widen as she pressed the table spoons and whisk into his hands.

“Okay, listen closely, alright?”

He nodded, grinning happily.

“The sugar is in the cabinet above the stove. Grab it, and fill up that same measuring cup that you added the chocolate in with, got it? While you do that, I’m gonna add in the vanilla and spray the cookie sheet.”

“No worries, babe. I’ve got this!”


“Oh my God,” Natsu laughed around his bite of cookie. “These cookies taste like shit.”

The boy’s remark made the blonde choke on her own small bite of the deceiving treat, and he had to thump her on the back to help her out.

“I know,” she groaned, her voice rough as she cleared her throat. “What happened? We did everything right! The chocolate chips wouldn’t have done anything to make it- wait.” She took a deep breath, pinching the bridge of her nose. “Natsu?”

“Yeah babe?” He asked, eyeing the cookie in his hand before tossing it back on the tray with the others. In a hopeful act, he picked up another and took a hesitant bite, only to end up sputtering with the same results.

“Show me that bag of sugar you grabbed from the cabinet.”

He pointed over his shoulder, and Lucy walked to the opposite counter where the culprit was set on its side. She groaned.

“Please don’t tell me that the ‘sugar’ you used came out of an orange box.”

“Yeah, it did. How come?”

“Natsu, this isn’t sugar.” Picking up the small, neon box with a picture of an arm lifting weights, she held it up in the light. “This is baking soda.”

The look on his face was priceless; his jaw slack and his eyes open in an oh shit sort of way.

Now grinning sheepishly, he rocked on his feet as his cheeks blazed to match the color of his hair. “So uh, this bakery you were talking about. Where did you say it was?”

Crossing her arms, she laughed from where she leaned against the counter. “Ya know, sometimes I wonder whether or not you ever stopped being a five year old.”

Leaving footprints behind on the flour-covered hardwood, he crossed the kitchen to wrap his arms around her shoulders, pulling her close to press a kiss to the top of her head.

 He leaned back just enough to see her face, and smirked. “You love it though.”

“You’re lucky.”

Leaning in slowly, he pulled her in for a kiss. This one longer and sweeter than the others, and especially more than the cookies.

“Funny,” he said, both of them grinning as he pulled away, opting to rest his forehead on hers. “And here I was thinking that was your name.”