miss 'i thought it was a surprise' HERE'S YOUR SURPRISE god you are so difficult

‘’Why is she wearing my hoodie?’’

A/N: Here is just another fluff bomb for you all, hope you it! Please let me know what you think. Please note that english is not my first language so there might be grammar mistakes

Pairings: Bucky X Reader

Prompt: Bucky tries to figure out the reason behind his missing hoodie one day, relishing in the idea that might be a win-win situation for both of you.. but what might that lead to? 

Warnings: Fluff overload

Word count: 3745

Originally posted by snowfox934

It all started out innocently enough, on a monday evening after a return home from a particularly difficult mission. Your feet brushed against the cold kitchen tiles, a shiver trailing through your body as you made your way to the fridge for a late night snack. You grabbed a plate of brownies, showing the fridge close with your elbow before making your way to the television room.

You were surprised to find it empty, smiling to yourself as you relished in the idea of being able to pick a movie for once as you planted yourself on the couch. You placed the plate on the sofa table, bringing a brownie to your mouth as you browsed through the selection available on Netflix until you found something of your liking. Another shiver trailed down your spine, your body being tired and drained of energy from the mission and you reached over to the blanket at and brought it over your legs. Your eyes landed on a grey hoodie, figuring it was Steve’s you contently threw it over your shoulders and enjoyed the warmth and smell of the large garment that covered your figure.

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“You’re kind of an asshole” - Superboy x Reader

I just finished season 2 of Young Justice (I know, I’m super late to the party)…And I kinda totally love Conner. So. Here we go. 

Summary : Reader is Batman and Catwoman’s daughter, and has a thing for Superboy…Maybe part one of a series ? Don’t know yet. 


(My masterlist blog here : https://ella-ravenwood-archives.tumblr.com)


You were SO DONE with Superboy and Miss Martian lovey dovey behavior. So damn done. They were always smiling stupidly or looking lovingly at each others and all of that bullshit. Besides, you totally had a crush on Conner since the day you met him, and seeing them together made your heart ache a bit. 

Except that you were wrong. Because his eyes shone with love not for Megan, but for you…But you didn’t notice. You thought he was looking at her when he never was, as you were always there, in the background. You never even noticed that he kept his eyes open while kissing her to stare at you. Your oldest brother, Dick, noticed, and was fomenting a plan to clear things up for the both of you, hopefully not hurting M’gann in the process. 

M’gann was feeding him a cookie when you finally had enough, rolling your eyes to the sky, you left the room under his gaze, unaware of his attention. 

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Dean - Simplicity

Originally posted by jinkiguk

“What?” You raised one of your eyebrows at him. He had been giving you that weird look for the whole evening now. “If you want to criticize my cooking skills, just go ahead,” you laughed, knowing too well that you sucked at cooking.
But you wanted to surprise him with a nice dinner, since he probably hasn’t had a proper meal, ever since he started to work on his new album. He was usually the one planning surprises for you, so this time you wanted to be the one to spoil him. You even asked his mom for the receipt of his favorite dish that wasn’t too hard to make. But he arrived at your apartment way too early, you barely even began cooking.

“No, you’re doing great,” he shook his head as a grin appeared on his lips. “If it was up to me, I’d put in the meat first, but whatever works for you,” he added making you roll your eyes. You knew he was only teasing you. The cheeky smile on his face didn’t match the seriousness in his voice. But Dean was actually a great cook. He could just throw all the leftovers in your fridge into the pan and it would taste great.

“You’re making me nervous, stop staring at me,” you mumbled under your breath as you added the other ingredients into the pot. But he didn’t stop. His eyes followed every of your movements and he just sat there, staring at you silently.

“It’s getting creepy Hyuk!” You whined and tired to chase him out of the kitchen, but he only laughed at you.

“God, I love you,” he blurted out gaining a confused look from you.

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Originally posted by jackseunie

Welcome to part II of the Fall Collaboration Project for @kpoptrashnetwork, GOT Halloween Party, with @kpopfanfictrash and @rude–jude

Part l: Poets and Parties by @kpopfanfictrash

Part lll: Like an Animal by @rude–jude

Word Count: 2.9k+

Warnings: Smut and a little angst

AU: Frat boy, friends with benefits, college student

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Long Distance (Final Chapter)

This is our last chapter guys! Thanks so much for all the love on this fic, and for coming along on the ride for this thing. Love my readers.

Art as always by my favorite @latelierderiot – writing this with you has been so fun!!! thank you for such a wonderful prompt!

Long update- 3400 words– can’t wait to hear what you guys think!


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{Group Text}

From Bucky– it pissed me off that there was only two of us in bed this morning when I woke up.

From Steve– it really did. I’ve never felt so unwanted in my own bed

From Bucky– whatever Steve, you rolled towards the middle of the bed and totally grumbled when you got my big ass instead of Tony.

From Tony– so Steve rolled over and grabbed your ass, Buck? And then complained? My god that’s rude

From Bucky– so rude. I was devastated

From Steve– Oh my god, you guys.

From Bucky– seriously though, sweet thing, after waking up next to you two days in a row– monday morning was suddenly about 10x suckier than usual because you weren’t lying next to us.

From Steve– it absolutely was. And I know we left some things unsaid when we left yesterday afternoon, but don’t worry about that. Whether you say yes or no to moving in with us won’t change a damn thing. We fell in love with you long distance, we can keep loving you long distance too.

From Bucky– look at the professor preaching truth.
        – long distance or not, we love every inch of you.
        – i might be more partial to particular inches over others, but still. Love them all.

From Steve– Bucky

From Bucky–hey we both know you’re the smooth one, Stevie. Nothing I say should surprise Tony anymore.

From Tony– No surprises here. I’m going to be out of contact most of the day, but we can talk tonight.

From Steve– alright honey, love you

From Bucky– love ya baby doll.

From Tony– Yep. Love you guys too.


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;and you (m)

pairing— kim namjoon x reader (his point of view)
genre/warnings— angst, smut, phone sex, dirty talk, pet names, degrading names used in sex, mentions of supposed cheating
words— 5,946

:: summary— you call Namjoon late one night to tell him you want him back. Is it true, or are you just looking for some sweet relief, fuelled by your jealously and irrational behaviour?

inspired by song here

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Saints and Sinners

Warnings: Explicit sexual content. (Forgive me father, for I have sinned); Unbeta-ed, Not proof read. I’m a pathetic loser sorry guys.

Word count: 2577 (Sorry mobile users. Its super long.)

Genre: Angst/Smut

AN: I am not sure yet but I think I’ll be writing a series of smuts in form of chapters(if you guys think I should). Each chapter may/may not be interlinked. Chances are they wouldn’t be because I suck at maintaining integrity haha lmao. I am so bashful rn I can’t even tell you guys Bughead smut is such a turn on I haven’t a written any fics before on this forum. All the beautiful writers out there, thank you so much for the inspiration. Just a humble attempt from me haha. Also, English isn’t really native language so I’m sorry if there are any mistakes! Please try to ignore thanks! Please leave reviews. Happy reading :)


Betty Cooper has always deemed herself to be the strong, independent woman who knows the better of everything. But that never implied she wasn’t prone to jealousy. And when she saw Southside High’s very own Mafiosa, Toni Topaz sitting beside Jughead at the cafeteria leaning onto him with her legs crossed idly on the table, her insides convulsed in swirls of jealousy so strong even she hadn’t known there could exist. Betty could feel herself suffocate as the sound of girly snickers coming from this one particular table surged into her senses. Toni was talking in between her giggles and god knows what it was about but she had managed to score Jughead’s attention oh, and not just that he was even laughing.

Looked like he really enjoys hanging with her. Wonder what that girl was all about.

Betty shrugged the thought away with a sigh. It had been so long since the last time they met. At least a a month ago. Travelling from one side of the town to another was difficult for either of them and now with Jughead joining the Serpents, there was hardly any time when he’d not be preoccupied. Of course there was skype and text messaging but no matter how naff it sounded, Betty missed Jughead. She missed working on the Blue&Gold with him after school and she missed his little beany hat and god, how the skin of his palm feels on her neck. But most of all she missed his presence around her.

And here she was, travelling 10 miles on a bicycle wanting to surprise Jugheadd by making an appearance at his school??? What was she even thinking. He clearly was having the time of his life in a place where he says he fits in and dear god, how many times has he mentioned he absolutely hates surprises?

Betty felt dejection form a lump in her throat. She clenched her hand into a fist and subconsciously let her fingernails dig deeper into her skin and made up her mind to leave.

Betty wasn’t wrong, actually. Jughead was really into Toni Topaz but not exactly how Betty thought it to be. His instincts towards Toni was very and only friendly. It was safe to say that Toni was his only friend in Southside High, going by the kind of social grip he has and jughead indeed enjoyed her company.

But today was different. Today he was distracted. Today, he was missing Betty way too much to focus on any other thing and while sitting with her at the cafeteria when he had let his eyes wander off, they had hitched onto a familiar pastel cardigan and blonde hair tied in a pony tail.

“Betty” Jughead rose from his seat, his lips involuntarily curving into a smile.

Betty stopped in her tracks hearing her name.

Her name, his voice. God it had been so long. She turned to face him breaking a soft smile.

“Why were you-How did you get here!” he spoke, putting his arms around her.

“I-uh” Betty ventured, haltingly. “I just thought I could come and see you. In your new school.”


They held hands as they walked back from school to Jughead’s new home. It was a trailer that one of his mates from the Serpent’s group offered to him after he was asked to evacuate the previous one, for security purposes. Betty hadn’t spoken too much on the way. The thought of Jug and that girl from the cafeteria throbbed in her head. At one time, she even considered she could be over-thinking. And it wasn’t like Betty and Jug were girlfriend and boyfriend. Truth is, they never got a proper closure to what was going on between the two of them.

“D-did you do all this with her?” she finally spoke, cutting whatever Jughead was talking about midway.

He failed to grasp what she was talking about and stared back at her with a puzzled face.

“Walk back home with her” she shrugged, her eyes already brimming with tears. “Hold hands.”

“Betts” Jughead stopped walking. “What are you talking about?”

“What am I talking about?” she said, now fuming. “I am talking about your new high school romance with whoever she was you were sitting with.”

Jughead smirked. “Betts, you getting jealous?”

It did not take time for him to realise. Betty Cooper was indeed jealous. Jughead hadn’t seen this side of her before and he wouldn’t lie, he was kind of enjoying it until he saw her eyes well up.

Betty dug her nails deeper into her palm and let blood trickle down her fingers. She was having a hard time controlling her tears already and on seeing Jughead smirk, she broke into tears immediately.

“N-no. It’s -just” she said, her voice breaking as she looked away. “All these people they are with you every day. They get to be around you every day. And I don’t.”

“Oh Betts” Jughead engulfed her in a hug. He thought she’d rage and hurl words at him but instead when she started crying, he felt remorseful about trying to draw amusement out of her state previously.

“Juggie, I miss you” her voice muffled as she spoke into her chest, her tears staining his dark green t shirt.

“I missed you so much Betty.” His words came out as a whisper as he breathed out, trying to absorb her warmth into his body as they remained like that in each other’s arms outside Jughead’s battered trailer.


Jughead pulled away from her lips and attacked her neck, earning a low squeal from her as she arched her neck, letting her head drop back exposing more skin for him to reach. His fingers fumbled with the buttons of her shirt, the cardigan already sinking on the floor. He was leaving marks in all the places his mouth had been- under her jawline, her neck, the hollow of her collar bones and the flesh of her chest and by the time he got rid of her peach lacey bra, he had her squirming beneath him as they lay on the couch, Betty’s head resting where the back rest meets the arm rest and Jughead cornering her into position as his body hovered over hers.

His thumb brushed over her breasts taking his own sweet time when he reached her aching nipples.

“J-juggie” she moaned out his name. When he replaced his fingers with his mouth, she shuddered.

“Its been so long” she struggled with her words as Jughead continued with his entrancing attacks paying absolutely no heed to what she said. His hands had kept hers locked, pinning them down on either sides of her head.

This was torture. She needed to feel his weight on him and his skin on her fingers. Betty tried to wriggle out of his grip but in vain, he was too strong and he wouldn’t budge.

“P-leaase” it came out as a whimper. She was losing her mind.

“Please what?” Jughead’s voice vibrated on her chest.

“I want to touch you” she said, the frustration clear in her voice. He chuckled letting go of her hands allowing her to tug at his t-shirt and then complying as she tried to pull it off him over his head.

She noticed how the muscles on his abdomen had toned as she ran her hands over them feeling the texture of his skin on her fingers. She put her hand around his neck and rubbed slow circles on his nape as her hips rocked rubbing herself on his stiffening cock. She knew how much this turns him on.

She let out a throaty giggle on hearing him growl.

“You’re gonna regret it so much now” he whispered.

“Sit up.” He instructed. Betty had lost her ability to think so she complied whatever he asked her to do. Jughead pulled her into his lap with her back towards him. Betty’s skin flushed. She spread her legs even without him asking her to. The red of her face had now spread till her chest and god, she was dripping for him. His hand slipped in through the waist band of her matching peach panties and rested on her opening. Just rested there feeling up her warmth, not moving. Not even a bit. He could feel her throb under his touch and wasn’t he enjoying it.

“Jug-OH” she gasped as his finger nipped at her clit encircling it in slow agonizing circles. His other hand was on her chest kneading into the flesh of her full breast, his fingers deftly rolling her nipples which were now flushed red and sore. She moaned, this time in pain and Jughead instantly eased his fingers realising he was going too harsh on her. Causing her discomfort would be the last thing he wanted to do especially when they were making love. Betty relaxed her head on his shoulders and turned so that their lips could meet and when they did, she nibbled on his before giving into a full mouthed kiss.

Betty pictured their present situation in her mind. Jughead without a shirt in his denims, his slumped laxly on the couch with his hands wound around her toying with every intimate spot on her body and herself splayed across him as exposed as she could be only with her undies on. The thought of herself in such a compromising position with him made her leak. She moaned into his mouth as she felt his stiff member rubbed against her hips.

“I-“ she gasped, breaking from the kiss. She was out of breath and incredibly turned on. It had been so long, she was afraid she’d not last a minute longer. “Juggie, I need you! Please”

He needed her too. If Betty was thinking he hadn’t missed her and he hadn’t yearned for her every night lying on his bed, she was wrong.

But today he was in mood to play.

“Jug please. Stop doing this to me” she groaned in frustration as he pushed her back to their previous position, cornering her on the couch and proceeded to go down her body, sucking on the supple skin of her stomach and tracing the biting softly at her belly button. He pulled her panties off her waist and dragged them till her ankles which Betty quickly rid.

“Just one taste, Betts” he muttered before dragging his tongue across the length of her slit in one long motion.

“Fuck! Juggie –I don’t think I can last long if you keep doing that.” She found it difficult to structure proper sentences. She had lost control of her senses. Her breathing was erratic and her insides twitched every time her clit came in direct contact with his tongue. Betty’s toes went rigid as she struggled to hold back, curling them and dragging slowly across his back.

“You see, Betty” he spoke, in between striking his tongue at her entrance. She squirmed and wriggled in her position which only resulted Jughead hold her thighs down apart firmer. “This is how I feel all the time when you’re not with me. Smothered and out of breath.”

Betty was afraid she’ll pass out. She was a quivering mess under his uncompromising assaults and she didn’t care. She wanted more. Betty had never been edged to this extent before. Usually, Jughead would give in to her pleads after teasing her for just a little bit but today he seemed he had no plans to stop.

“And if you think anybody else in this whole freaking world can make me feel the way you do” he stopped to suck in her juices that were dripping all over the place now. “You’re very wrong Betty Cooper. Do you understand?”

She hysterically nodded a yes fearing, begging him to take her on the couch as deep as he could with no holding back, no inhibitions.

To her extreme gratification, he finally let her thighs go and rose from his position.

“I love you so much” he croaked, lowering his face closer to hers. Taking her hands in his, he kissed the scars on her palm frowning when the acidy taste of blood hit his tongue. So this is why she didn’t rage. This is what stopped her from hurling words at him previously.

“I am so sorry, Betts” he looked into her eyes. “I shouldn’t have.”

“I love you, Jughead Jones. More than you can ever know” her eyes glistened. She could cry.

Betty’s toes had started tugging at the ends of his blue jeans. She wanted them off him and he knew better than to tease her any longer. He rose up and unbuttoned his pants and in one swift motion he pulled them down along with this boxers.

“C-can I?” he asked for permission before thrusting in to which she only growled in agony. He pushed into her opening slowly at first, pushing as deep as he could go. No sooner, they had picked up a rhythm. To and fro, in and out. Betty accepted his thrusts unreservedly, wrapping her legs around him. No inhibitions. She was losing integrity as the pooling sensation intensified at the pit of her stomach.

“God you’re so freaking tight!” He felt her insides clench around him as he continued his motion. “Betty I am going to-” before he could complete his sentence, she had pursed her lips on his not only giving him permission to finish but also letting know that she needed release too.

When they came, they came together in one intense wave of orgasm rippling through their bodies. Jughead’s body rocked with hers as she involuntarily rubbed her legs against him. Soon, he relaxed his weight, balancing himself on his elbow and sliding to one side.

“That was” she started but Jughead finished her sentence. “The best sex ever?”

She laughed. “Never knew delayed sex could be the best sex ever.”

“Are you saying we should stay away for weeks before I finally get to be indecent with you?” he asked, arching his eye brows.

“You know, just for the feeling” Betty smirked.

“I am sorry I don’t think I can stay away from my girlfriend for this long again” he spoke into the crook of her neck, his voice still hoarse from their afternoon ordeal.

Betty frowned, still keeping the smile plastered. Jughead looked at her questioningly on seeing her frown.

“You just said I’m your girlfriend” she blushed.

“Are you not my –I mean, don’t you want us to be that way?” his eyes widened and heart hammered

“Juggie” she whinged. “Yes, I obviously do its just that” she stopped. “What was that all about? You and that girl at the cafeteria”

“You mean Toni Topaz” he answered. “We’re great friends in school Betts. She has been of great help and with a lot of things around school. But if it bothers you so much- “

“Juggie, no” she shook her head. “I’d never want you to –I trust you. You need friends” she smiled, cupping his face. “I don’t know what happened to me I just –I overreacted. I am sorry.”

“Its okay Betts" he smiled. “I would be lying if I said I didn’t enjoy that part even a bit.”

Betty rolled her eyes and looked outside. It was evening. When she looked back at Jughead his eyes were closed and his lips wore a smirk.

She got up from her place and walked over to this particular chair on the other hand of the room and picked up his Serpent’s jacket.

“Hey Romeo”  she leered. He looked at her.  “Drop me home?”

Jughead smiled at what he saw. Betty in his Serpent’s jacket. Only in his Serpent’s jacket. These were the times Jughead regretted saying he hated surprises cause this girl right here was blowing his mind.

Thats it guys. You made it. Yay!

“You’re going to be a dad”

A few months had gone by since you’d been disappointed to find out you weren’t pregnant when you and Harry had been so sure that you were. Fortunately, you both had been busy with work and other things since then, so you’d stopped focusing on and worrying so much about trying to get pregnant and just enjoyed the time you got to be intimate with Harry. 

It was now Monday evening and you’d just gotten home from work. Harry was at the studio and had told you he wouldn’t be home until late tonight. You were currently stood in the kitchen, leaning against the counter and scrolling through the calendar on your phone, looking to see if you had any important reminders for this week. You hadn’t realized it was already so late in the month and as you scrolled through, you suddenly stopped. 

Wait a second, you thought. Looking up from your phone, you ran numbers and dates through your head as you looked off into space. After a minute, you gasped, remembering that the last time you had gotten your period was the day  of your friend’s bachelorette party. You remembered because you had been planning on wearing this really sexy, tight dress you bought just for the occasion and you were so annoyed when mother nature decided to make that difficult. And that party had been… almost a month and a half ago. You couldn’t believe you’d never stopped and wondered where your period was or realized that it was late, but you had just been so busy and focused on other things. 

A smile formed on your face as you considered the thought that maybe this time it was actually happening, that you had actually gotten pregnant. But the smile quickly vanished when you remembered how excited you had been before only to be very disappointed. And it could just be stress that was making your period so late, or… any number of things, you told yourself. Trying not to get your hopes up, you rushed to the bathroom where you had stored a couple pregnancy tests in the cabinet from awhile back. Fingers slightly shaking and lips pressed together in anticipation, you pulled the test out of the wrapper and felt grateful that you’d just drunk a bottle of water not long before. 

Waiting for the test results, you sat on the bathroom floor so that you wouldn’t be staring at the stick the whole time. Your hands curled up into fists and eyes shut, you couldn’t help the images that were now swirling around in your head. Mini Harrys prancing around with their dad, curly hair and blue-green eyes and huge smiles on their tiny faces. You breathed out loudly as you stood up, taking one more deep breath before looking down at the pregnancy test that was sitting on the sink. 


You couldn’t help the squeal that you let out upon seeing that word glaring up at you, and you didn’t care. You immediately lifted up your shirt to look down at your belly that didn’t look noticeably bigger than usual, but when you put your hands on it to caress it, you noticed that it felt slightly more firm than normal. You didn’t realize that you were crying until a tear fell onto your hand that was pressed to your stomach. This was something you’d been looking forward to for so long, and you couldn’t wait to tell Harry.


He would be back in a couple hours now, and you had to figure out how to tell him. You’d always imagined giving your husband something that said “World’s Greatest Dad” to reveal that you were expecting, but you didn’t have the time to order something and you couldn’t wait to tell him. So you decided you had to be creative. 

Searching through Harry’s side of the closet, you quickly found what you were looking for: a plain white t-shirt. You felt a little bad marking it up, but he also had only about ten others that were exactly the same, so you didn’t feel that bad. Shirt in hand, you walked to the kitchen and found a Sharpie in one of the drawers. 

“Alright, try to make this look legible,” you murmured to yourself as you began writing in big letters on the front of the shirt. It was more difficult than you’d anticipated, especially because your hands were still slightly shaking out of excitement, but you were sufficiently satisfied with the result. 

Next, you scrounged around the house for a box to put it in. You knew it wasn’t necessary but you liked the idea of it being a present, it just made it more exciting. After awhile, you finally found a pretty blue box that had contained a gift your mom gave you for your last birthday. Folding up the shirt and placing it delicately inside, you put the lid back on and brought the box back to the kitchen, where you put it on the table. You checked your phone and saw that a couple hours had passed since you’d been looking through your calendar. You smiled, knowing that Harry would be home anytime now. 

But you also felt too wound-up and anxious to just sit down and wait. So you decided to bake. You were really in the mood for chocolate chip cookies, so you started whipping them up and were so distracted with them that you didn’t realize it was now almost 10 o’clock, and you thought Harry would be home by now. You sighed as you took the tray out of the oven, but your mood was immediately lifted when you inhaled the smell of freshly baked cookies and set them on top of the stove. They looked so good you could barely stand waiting for them to cool off. Fortunately, you heard Harry walk through the front door at that point and you couldn’t help but run towards him.

“Harry!” You greeted him with a huge smile and a hug before he could even get his jacket off. 

“Hi there, love,” Harry laughed, surprised by this greeting and even more surprised that you hadn’t fallen asleep yet like you usually did when waiting for him to come home at night. “What’s this about?” He smiled, noticing the smell of freshly baked cookies and realizing how excited you were; it almost looked like you were glowing. 

“I just missed you and I really love you,” you told him sweetly. “Oh, my cookies! Let’s go try my cookies, I just made them,” you added as you dashed back into the kitchen, and Harry tried to keep up with you. 

He smirked when he walked into the kitchen, a look of confusion evident on his face. 

“I love you too,” he told you sweetly with a smile as you munched on your cookies. He’d had such a long day and wasn’t in the best mood before he walked in the door, but he now felt so content. That was one of the things he loved most about you, how you could always bring up his mood just by being yourself. 

After scarfing down a few cookies, you finally took a deep breath and looked up at Harry, biting your lip. 

“Okay, whew,” you breathed out again, and Harry noticed your hands slightly shaking. 

“Babe, what is going on? Please just tell me what’s up, you’re acting so weird.” Something about his soft tone of voice and the way that he was looking at you so sweetly made you start to tear up, and you couldn’t stop the tears as they now fell down your face. You sniffled as you walked over to pick up the box that was on the table, turning toward Harry. 

“What’s going on, my love?” Harry asked again, his concern growing. You smiled up at him, tears still streaming down your face as you handed him the box.

“Just open it, please,” you whispered. Harry took the box, looking as confused as ever, as you stepped away to let him open it. 

You crossed your arms and sniffled again as you waited nervously. 

Slowly lifting off the lid and then picking up the shirt that was folded up in the box, Harry unfolded it and squinted his eyes as he tried to read the barely legible words you’d written in Sharpie on the shirt. 

“What is this… World’s Greatest-” Harry cut himself off as he realized what this meant. Turning to you to find that the tears were now falling uncontrollably from your eyes, he found that tears were now suddenly falling from his own. 

“I’m gonna be a dad?” he whispered, almost inaudibly as he started slowly walking to you.

“You’re going to be a dad,” you whispered back as he engulfed you in one of his giant and tight embraces. 

“Oh my God, we’re having a baby. Oh my God,” Harry murmured over and over before kissing the top of your head and then pulling away to sweetly and passionately kiss your lips. 

You started laughing, so happy and full of love for your husband and the growing life inside of you, and Harry started laughing too as he pulled away. 

“Fuck, I love you so much baby,” he told you before crouching down, lifting up your shirt as you had done earlier, and peppering your belly with kisses. “And I love you so much too, baby,” he crooned, placing his hands on your stomach. You smiled, stroking his hair, feeling light and happy and loved.

“I love you so much, Harry. You’re going to be the most amazing dad,” you told your husband, who now looked back up at you, his eyes glistening. 

“I’m gonna be a dad,” he whispered to himself, and now he was almost full-on bawling.

“Come here,” you laughed, bringing him back up to your level. This time, you were the one to pull him in for a hug. And you both felt so loved in that moment, and felt so much love for each other and the little person who neither of you could wait to meet. 

Hwarang :: Sam Maek Jong x Reader :: Part II

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The sun seeps through the translucent film of the screen walls, it was warm. Really, really warm. I opened my eyes and I realized that the heat was not only radiating off the rising sun but also from Ji Dwi who was cuddled at my side. His arm was folded under my head, serving as a pillow while his other arm was wrapped around my waist holding me close to his body. I could feel the blood rushing to my cheeks at his close proximity, his chin rested on top of my head while mine was nestled into his neck. He was so warm and cuddly…if only I could see his cute sleeping face. Carefully and very slowly I peel myself away to get a peep but instead I received a surprise when his grip tightened and pulled me closer into his chest. “Just stay for a moment longer,” he mumbles into my hair. I smile into the collar of his hanbok, “I wasn’t leaving. I just wanted to see your face.” At that he shifts lower so that we were face to face. Being so close I could admire how perfect his face really was. From his long lashes, perfectly round almond eyes, sharp sculpted jaw and shaped eyebrows. “Wow,” I breathed out loud which he smirks at, “What’s wrong? First time seeing a handsome man?” I roll my eyes, quickly turning over so that he faced my back. His breath fans across my neck as he chuckled, “I’m just teasing.” “No, you’re just annoying,” I correct as his arms found their way around my form again, pulling me back towards him, “And really cuddly” I muse allowing him to nuzzle his nose against my ear. “We should get up. It won’t be long before the intensive training starts to prepare you for that stupid…really stupid unnecessary spar in a weeks time,” I explain but it falls on deaf ears since he made no effort to pull away. “Ji Dwi!” I whine with a laugh trying to sit up but the man-child was not having it as he playfully flops on top of me. “G-Get off! Stop!” I scream with giggles in between the kisses he placed on my face and along my neck. Let’s just say it was a very compromising position to get caught in when the wooden door flew open to reveal a very alarmed and ‘ready to kill a man’ aura radiating off of Seyeo. Besides the embarrassing situation it was funny to see his shocked face with his sword ready in his hand when he realized what he interrupted. “I told you it was time to get up,” I teasingly scold Ji Dwi which he replies with a small smile. He rolls off of me and into a seated position then he proceeded to stare intensively at Seyeo, almost impatiently waiting for him to leave. “Seyeo, you are going to catch flies if you don’t close your mouth,” I casually say with a stretch. To my surprise, he doesn’t even reply or say a sarcastic remark before turning on his heel and hastily running off to god knows where. “Now where were we…” Ji Dwi hums, gently pushing me back onto the floor. “Hmmm…waking up to go to practice?” I suggest which he immediately tuts at, “Then what?” I smile knowingly as he lowers his face towards mine, planting a firm and sweet kiss onto my forehead. He pulls back slightly and looks up with knotted brows as if in deep thought, “I can’t seem to remember.” “Wow…such a dork. Just kiss me properly,” impatiently I cup his cheeks to pull him forwards. “Okay,” he agrees planting a kiss onto my nose. “Not there.” “Over here?” he inquires placing one onto my cheek. “No!” I laugh squishing his cheeks. “How about here?” he tries again with my other cheek. “Ji Dwi!” “One more try?” he chuckles, finally placing a firm one onto my lips. I laugh hugging his neck tightly, “I wish we could wake up every morning like this.” He nods in agreement, “I’m sure I can do something to make that happen.” “Then I’ll look forward to it! But let’s get you to practice now, okay?”


I join beside Seyeo who was watching the Hwarang set up for their sword practice. “So this is where you ran off to,” I tease taking a seat closely beside him. The male rolls his eyes and pulls out a parchment of crispy rice from his hanbok. “I wanted to surprise you with your favourite but I guess you surprised me instead. You know you could’ve told me so I wouldn’t have barged in like that!” I burst out laughing, realizing how embarrassed he was about the whole over deal, “You know we didn’t do anything right?” He breathes out almost in relief, not before quickly snapping a, “Yeah you better haven’t done anything!” I groan at his brotherly protectiveness, but all was forgotten when I remembered the crispy rice in my lap. Which I happily and quickly ate. Taking my last bite the Hwarang finally started their more intensiveness training in preparation to the fight taking place next week. Seyeo whistled beside me, “Wew, look at your man go!” I look up to find Ji Dwi showing off some really impressive moves, “Oh shut up you!” “Oh, he’s looking his way!” Seyeo exclaims excitedly and with no shame started waving at Ji Dwi which caused the corner of his lips to pull up. Not missing a beat Ji Dwi flashes me a wink before focusing on his sparring partner. “Oh what a cutie,” Seyeo sighs mockingly which I easily ignored since growing up with this annoying child that seemed to be the best option to shut him up. Observing the Hwarang carefully it was obvious as to who were the most skilled of the group, and much to my dismay I could easily tell that the sweet younger member, Han Sung, struggled to keep up. He wasn’t particularly horrible, he just needed a bit more practice. It was difficult to watch his sword constantly fly out of his grip since in a real situation that would’ve meant that he died…at least seven times in the last fifteen minutes. I couldn’t possibly watch him get killed at the sparring event, sending him with his current skills would just be suicide. So by the end of practice I thought of a solution to help Han Sung out, and importantly not to accidently hurt his feelings.

As the males started to put away their swords on their respective racks I walk towards Han Sung who sat defeated on the dirt ground. He was panting and out of breath but what took me back were the tears that started to well in his eyes. “Han Sung, you did great today!” I smile patting his head gently. He looks up with a pout, “Really?” I hum in agreement, “Of course! I was actually wondering if you could show me a few moves.” He blinks in confusion, “But you are already so good. I saw you the other day beating the other Princess and Ji Dwi.” He had me there, I guess I should give him a little more credit for being sharp when he wanted to. After a short moment of silence I nervously scratch at my temple, “But there’s always room for improvement right Han Sung?” Which to that he nods with his usual bright large smile. I nod contently, “Now that’s the spirit! Come on teach me something!”

Sam Maek POV

After practice I was looking forward to spend some time with (Y/n) seeing that we had the day off to relax. Apparently, it was part of the new practice regimen, practice intensively for three hours straight and rest for the remainder of the day. However, she seemed to be occupied. After putting away my practice sword I walked towards her usual observing spot but only her personal care taker was there. I follow Seok Hyeon’s line of vision to see (Y/n) gently patting Han Sung’s head. “What’s she doing?” I ask curiously plopping down beside Seok Hyeon. He cocks his head a bit in acknowledgement of my presence and explained, “(Y/n) couldn’t stand watching Han Sung fight like that. She knows he’s going to get hurt or worse, killed, at the spar so she’s trying to help him practice. Obviously without being obvious that he sucks.” I chuckle at the situation, that was something she would do, “So even when the situation is so dire she’s scared to hurt his feelings?” Seok Hyeon laughed with a scoff, “Yeah, so she’s using the excuse of asking him if he could show her some of his awesome moves.” I watch her and I found myself smiling like usual. From the way she watches Han Sung lovingly, the elegant sword movements, how she tenderly held Han Sung’s arms to help him get in proper position…it was all so perfect. She is definitely the Queen every Kingdom was waiting for. “Hmm…you are staring intensively are you jealous of the boy?” Seok Hyeon mused and I chuckle at that, “What? No of course not.” “That’s good. She already made up her mind that she wont be marrying the King so if that doesn’t prove her loyalty to you then I don’t know what will.” For once I broke my gaze from (Y/n) to look at Seok Hyeon with evident shock, “She said that?” To which he nodded at, staring intensively into my own eyes, “She told me that after her fourth encounter with you. She is extremely fond of you. You know if you end up hurting her I will kill you.” I chuckle at his threat, “I wouldn’t dream of hurting her, ever.” “I’m serious. I will kill you…excruciatingly slowly and painfully. Like I will skin you piece by piece,” Seok Hyeon explains never breaking eye contact. I was glad that (Y/n) has someone like him to watch over her, she was strong and smart but it put me at ease knowing that there will always be Seok Hyeon closely beside her to protect her if I wasn’t there. If she ever needed protecting that is, everyone here knows she’s deadly with her bare hands, let alone with a blade. Well maybe everyone but Han Sung as I could see how excited he was on the field to show (Y/n) some of his moves. “Look (Y/n)! I will teach you this move next!” The young Hwarang will exclaim before presenting some very off technique slash, which would then follow a, “Oh what if we did this instead? I think it would be much cooler!” (Y/n) would add just as excitedly. Call me blinded by love but she was absolutely perfect no matter what light you shine on her there was no imperfection to be seen. I didn’t even realize that they stopped sparring until the Princess started walking towards me. No wait towards Seok Hyeon. I wasn’t upset or anything. “Seyeo! Do you mind if you could go get Han Sung some jerky from town for doing so great?” She asks with a hand on Seok Hyeon’s shoulder, which he immediately accepts and gets up. Now that he was gone I look up from my seated position to see her smiling at me, “What’s up with your face?” “W-What’s wrong with my face?” I nervously ask attempting to cover it with my long sleeves which caused her to giggle and pull my hand away. “You look bothered, Ji Dwi.” Which I immediately reply with, “Why does he have a cute nickname?” (Y/n) snorts and slaps me upside the head, “Don’t be like that…my King~” she sings planting a soft kiss onto my cheek. I could hear my blood pumping in my ears and my heart skipping a beat at what she just called me. I couldn’t even reply as she quickly gets up and returns to help with Han Sung’s training. If only she knew the weight of her words.

Normal POV

Now knowing Han Sung’s strengths it was easy to help him hone into techniques that he could naturally execute. To be very honest I was just as out of breath as he was, “Do you want to take a break Han Sung?” He excitedly shakes his head with a gigantic grin plastered on his face, “No I’m having so much fun! We can take a break once Seok Hyeon is back with the jerky!” I return his smile genuinely happy that he was finally getting into the spirit of sword fighting and finding his confidence, “Okay, that sounds like a plan!”

Practice ensued for probably half an hour more before Seyeo returned with a large parchment of jerky, probably enough to fill up the entire Hwarang. Sitting under the shade of a tree I asked Han Sung to start unpacking the food while I went to invite Ji Dwi over to join us. To my surprise he had plans, “Sorry, I have to go see someone. But I will see you in the evening okay?” I frown but nodded nonetheless, “Okay…sorry that I didn’t get to spend more time with you on your day off.” He chuckles at that and combs my hair back with his long slender fingers, “Don’t be sorry. You were working hard with Han Sung. Enjoy the rest of your day, I’ll see you tonight.” Reluctantly I pull away from his embrace to allow him to go on about his day, “Bye be safe, okay?” To which he nodded with that charming smile. By the time I made it back to Han Sung he was already happily enjoying his share of jerky. I plop down beside him in the shade, safe away from the blazing afternoon sun. It was a nice comfortable silence that enveloped us, so I was quite taken aback when Han Sung spoke up suddenly. “Thank you for helping me,” he shyly smiles scratching his cheek, “I know you were just trying to help me and it makes me really happy.” It’s not even an understatement if I said that my heart just about exploded. “Han Sung…it’s no problem at all. I wanted to help you. I don’t like seeing you upset over something so trivial like sword fighting.” He pulls a funny face, something between a pout and a smile, “Can I tell you a secret?” I quietly nod and he sighs, nibbling on his jerky. “I wished I was born a half blood instead of my brother.” My heart swells up at his confession, “May you tell me the reason why?” “He’s great at everything unlike me…but he isn’t allowed to do anything because of his blood. While I have the blood but I’m useless I can’t do anything right. Maybe if he was the true blood our family’s lineage wouldn’t disappear. God knows it’s going to end with me.” “Oi! You aren’t allowed to speak of yourself like that!” I scolded with a frown, “You will succeed if you keep trying hard and so will your brother! I promise, once I take my throne I will remove all hierarchy and allow anyone to work at the palace as long as they are passionate and hard working. Please continue to try your hardest with your brother, the time will come very soon.” Han Sung’s face lights up, “Wow so cool!” I laugh and pat his head gently, “No…it’s the right thing to do and about time. Blood shouldn’t decipher what an individual can or cannot do. Their actions should be accounted not something that no one has control over, like blood lineage.” He male hums with a closed eye smile, “I can’t wait for you to rule then. Serving you would be really fun with my brother, (Y/n).” I tut at that, “Silly, you won’t be serving me. We are equals, friends even. I just wish for everyone to work along side one another…no serving of any sorts.” “Ji Dwi is very lucky to have you love him (Y/n),” Han Sung suddenly states changing the topic. “J-Ji Dwi?” He hums with a nod in approval, “Although the King would miss out on someone like you, you make Ji Dwi very happy and he’s usually like a rock.” I laugh at that, “Like a rock?” Han Sung nods and joins in with the laughter. “I’m glad you are feeling better, Han Sung. Shall we continue to train for the days coming?” The male nods happily, “I would love that!” “Alright then. Just on one condition, always try your best.” With that we sealed our deal with our pinkies.

Sam Maek POV

Even though it was tempting to stay with (Y/n) and Han Sung I couldn’t ignore the nagging feeling I had that I needed to talk to my mother. Although our talks usually end up fruitless I still found myself trying to reason with her anyways. I walk into the empty throne room to see her perched on her throne…my throne. “Sam Maek, what are you doing here?” she asks surprised at my random visit, “It’s still light outside someone can see you.” “Mother, I wasn’t happy with you trying to marry me off to one of the Princesses, but I made my decision,” I say ignoring her previous inquiries. Mother chuckles softly covering her mouth, “Oh Sam Maek…” she coos getting up from her seat. She started talking again once she walked up to me, “You never had a choice as to whom you were going to marry.” She says with knotted eyebrows but I knew her enough to know that there was no concern behind her actions. “Then why did you bring Princess (Y/n) here if you wanted me to marry my sister.” She smiles shaking her head, “I honestly thought she would just make Princess Sook Myung look even better, besides a friendship to guarantee an alliance with Goguryeo is intelligent. I’m surprised that you could take a liking to someone like Princess (Y/n).” My blood started to boil but I knew I had to keep my anger at bay, “Emotions aside, marrying Princess (Y/n) makes perfect sense. It creates a stronger alliance with the Kingdom of Goguryeo. Your narrow minded decisions has lead Silla to being the smallest of the three Kingdoms.” Mother furrows her eyebrows and reaches out a hand to cup my cheek, “Get rid of such silly thoughts regarding Princess (Y/n). It’s not going to happen. You are to marry Princess Sook Myung and it’s not up for discussion.” I turn my head away from her touch, it felt toxic, “For my entire life I obeyed your every order, however this time I cannot follow through of what you ask of me. You can send me away again, isolate me, deprive me of my throne, but you will not take her away from me.”

The walk back to the Hwarang house took longer than it should have, maybe because I took my time thinking about the event that just unfolded. The talks with Mother were usually like this but I felt uneasy that I told her so much about my feelings. She was controlling and consumed by fear which makes the most dangerous of people. “I missed you!” The sweet voice I learned to love called out. I look up from the ground to see a small blur running towards me, instantaneously engulfing me into a bone crushing hug. “I know you were only gone for only a few hours but I missed you already…can we go to Okta together? A bunch of the Hwarang are going!” she grins up at me excitedly. I gaze into her large round eyes and I found myself smiling as well, “I will accompany you anywhere, but I think it’s better if we stay inside tonight if that’s alright with you.” Without further questioning she nods contently and pulls me along to the small pond located at the back of the Hwarang house. I lower myself and sat down on the rocky surface beside the water, “Come here,” I softly coo pulling her into my lap. She quietly snuggles herself into my hanbok and rests her cheek against my shoulder.

Normal POV

Being so cozy and warm I started to drift off, but the nagging feeling regarding how strangely Ji Dwi was acting tugged at the back of my mind. “You know if something is bothering you Ji Dwi, you can tell me. I’m here to listen.” He momentarily remains silent threading his slender fingers through my locks, it took a few seconds of silence before he collected his thoughts and found his words, “I’m alright…just promise me one thing, okay?” I lift my face away from his neck to clearly into his face, it was obvious that something was tugging at the back of his head as well, “That really depends on the promise. If I can’t keep it I won’t lie to you.” He chuckles at that, “What I ask of you is quite simple, I wish for you to stay on Hwarang property. If you leave I will personally accompany you. That’s all I ask.” His proposal was strange indeed. It wasn’t something he would usually say, especially since he clearly knows how capable I am of protecting myself. “I have to be accompanied by you? Not even Seok Hyeon?” I inquire causing Ji Dwi to immediately nod his head, “I know you are capable of protecting yourself but I need you to do this for me. Please.” I silently nod, wrapping my arms around his now relaxed form, “Thank you (Y/n).” He strokes my back in slow circles, relaxing me enough to doze off.

I lost count of time, only realizing that it’s evening when the sun started to set into the horizon. Pulling back from Ji Dwi I stretch popping multiple joints, and I groan contently at the shift of tight muscles in my back. “Sorry I fell asleep,” I groggily chuckle getting off his probably now numb lap. Ji Dwi softly smiles, “That’s alright. I don’t mind being your pillow if that means that you are well rested.” I scoff with a shy smile in response, “No matter how sweet that was it was also excruciatingly cheesy.” Holding out my hand Ji Dwi takes it and pulls himself up and I was definitely correct about his legs being numb. The next second I knew we were both tumbling into the pond screaming, although the screaming didn’t last long as loud hearty laughter took over almost instantly. “You should’ve seen your face!” I exclaim pinching his cheek between by thumb and index. A mischievous glint sparkled in his chocolate brown eyes, before I could warn him not to he scooped water into his hands and splashed my face with it. “Bleh! Don’t you guys clean your bloody laundry with this water?” I spat but it was fruitless as he ignored my complaint and legitimately showered me. “Oh you’re on!” I growl tackling him into the pond where he slips and ended up pulling me along with him. “I’m soaking wet thanks to you!” I frown, “I just took a shower a few hours ago too…” “Come then let’s go take one together,” he winks cheekily causing a loud gasp to leave my wide hanging jaw, “Aish! Ji Dwi ah you can’t just say those things!” I stutter evidently flustered by his dirty teasing. He chuckles softly, caressing my cheek with the pad of his thumb, “You are so innocent it’s adorable.” “What? No!” I shake my head vigorously, “It’s all your fault for thinking such impure thoughts!” Throwing the blame onto him I cover my flushed face with the now wet sleeves of my hanbok. “Well we are going to get married no? Won’t we do so eventually? I’m just suggesting a head start,” he smiles innocently and I shake my head with a tut, “Please say you are joking!” Ji Dwi chuckles and leans forward, planting a soft warm kiss onto my forehead, “I’m just teasing. You are so easily flustered it’s quite precious.” I shake my head stubbornly never once breaking the intensive eye contact from him, “I’m not easily flustered! I am a proper Princess who is aloof and wears a face of unchanging stone!” “That sounds like something you can read from a scroll in etiquette lessons given from your mother or nanny.” “Well…you’re not wrong,” I burst out laughing and it was music to my ears when he joined in.


After taking a shower, alone, I must add. I snuggle into my mattress with Ji Dwi closely beside me. “Are you really going to stay the night with me?” I ask hopefully which he nods in confirmation, “You mentioned this earlier on the day that you wanted to wake up every morning like this.” I nod contently holding him close to my body as did he to mine. “Can you tell me stories about yourself so I can fall asleep listening to your voice?” I ask closing eyes. His index finger drew circles into my shoulder blade while he pondered, “There’s nothing really interesting about me. How about I tell you about my favourite story that I heard growing up?” Without opening my eyes I nod and snuggled closer into his chest so that my ear was pressed against his chest, so close that I could hear his even breathes and the strong beat of his heart.  

There was once a boy who was born with powers. Powers that allowed him to do whatever he wanted and everyone had to listen to him. His mom didn’t want him because of that so she sent him very far away where his powers couldn’t touch her. Growing up he never knew love or where he belonged as he never had a home. One day he finally decided to embrace his powers and return home. When he went home he finally met the girl that showed him what love meant. Even though he kept his powers hidden he ended up getting many killed just by getting near them, so he’s terrified that he will hurt her one day. Despite the paranoia he opened his heart to her much against his mother’s wishes. He finally found happiness and he was terrified.


Throughout the story I could feel his heartbeat quicken and in all honesty it made me curious, “Was that by any chance a real story?” I quietly ask and he shook his head with a light chuckle, “Of course not. It’s just a story I heard growing up.” I nod thoughtfully and in relief, “That’s good…I don’t know what I would do if that was really happening to someone. That’s so sad.” “What would you do if it was true?” Humming in deep thought I tightened my hold on him, “I would hug him sooo tightly!” Ji Dwi hugs me just as tightly, “You have a good heart.” For all my life I always heard that from others but I never really understood what made me different from the rest, “No I’m only human…I don’t understand why people always tell me that. Doesn’t it make sense though? Why treat someone poorly based on circumstances that they were born with. They can’t help it!” Ji Dwi pats my head in a soothing manner attempting to calm me down, I don’t understand why my emotions were bursting left and right I was usually pretty good at holding it in. Maybe the talk with Han Sung earlier made me feel more defensive about the topic. “Having a good heart should be the norm but it isn’t. That is why you are praised (Y/n). We need more people like you in this world. Especially those who will be leaders,” he explains warmly caressing my (h/c) locks, his voice cracks, “I need people like you in this world.”

“I shall make a promise with you like I did with Han Sung, once I take my throne I will make it all right. I’m going to destroy the True Bone hierarchy, it’s only good for dividing people within a Kingdom and we don’t need that when true success is where everyone is equal,” taking a deep breath I continued, “Does that sound promising?” Ji Dwi never gave me a verbal response but the sealing of our lips meant much more than a ‘yes’. “How can you just break away from traditions so easily? Don’t you fear the results in doing so?” He questions showing his genuine concern but peaking interest to my proposal. “There is nothing more to fear than the injustice that is ruling our every action and thought. I will take the risk of being hated and threatened to make my Kingdom right.” Ji Dwi nods satisfied with my answer, “Very well, then I’ll be there with you every step of the way to make that happen.” “Then I cannot be anymore sure that everything will work out with you by my side!”

I wasn’t sure when I accidently drifted to sleep but when I opened my eyes it was already bright out. That was strange that I ended up sleeping until this late, the sun was already high up in the sky. What was even stranger was that Ji Dwi didn’t wake me up…and importantly Seyeo who never let me sleep past two hours after sun rise. Over sleeping I was groggy but I needed to get ready to help Han Sung with sword fighting, and hopefully be able to get a quick meal in before that. Throwing on a navy blue hanbok and some gold accented embellishments I quickly left my single room, no matter how much I didn’t want to admit it I wanted to dress better to impress Ji Dwi even though it was silly. He would never care about such materialistic factors but nonetheless it made me happy to wear nicer clothes once in a while. Running into the dinning hall I quickly grab a steamed bun before joining the last few minutes of the intensive sword training. My eyes caught Ji Dwi glancing over to me so I waved gleefully at him which he responded with a small smile and a nod. When they ended I quickly joined Han Sung to keep up with my promise. What I didn’t expect was his dramatic pouty face, and that he didn’t voice his problems immediately. “W-What’s wrong Han Sung?” I nervously ask dipping my head to get a better view of his face. He whines with scrunched up features, “You weren’t here to watch me at practice! I was so good!” I laugh whole heartedly in relief that he wasn’t upset over something serious, “I’m sorry Han Sung, I slept in. I’ll watch you tomorrow okay? I promise.” He raises a brow and holds out his pinky finger, “Promise?” “Promise.”

After practice Han Sung mentioned jerky and that’s when I realized that I haven’t seen Seyeo all morning. Which was very odd since he was usually always by my side unless I was with Ji Dwi. Slightly concerned was an understatement I searched the entire Hwarang house for my best friend to no luck. Even asking around no one had a clue to where he went. Sighing in defeat I returned back to my temporary room to collect my thoughts that were spewing with, very unlikely, but worse case scenarios regarding the mysterious disappearance of Seyeo.

Plopping down by the small table I noticed a small envelop on the usually empty surface. Cautiously I opened the envelop to reveal a folded note that held two sentences that immediately caused my blood to run ice cold. If you want him back in one piece go to the Inn. Fear not, every hour you make me wait I will send a piece of him back to you so you won’t be lonely. I couldn’t hear my surroundings as my quickening pulse drowned out any sound in my ears. Scrunching the note I threw it back onto the table along with all the accessories I wore. I was going in for a fight regardless of this person’s intentions, there would be no room for treaty after having the nerve to send me such a letter. Strapping on two swords at my hip I didn’t waste any time dashing out of the Hwarang house. There was a nagging at the back of my brain saying that I should’ve told someone, someone like Ji Dwi but I didn’t have time to dwell on it as I already weaved my way through half of the capital nearing the Inn. Out of breath I made it to the entrance, it was hard to calm down as anxiety took over. What a waited for me on the other side of the paper wall? I just prayed that Seyeo was in one piece and alive. Taking deep breaths I wrap my hand around the hilt of one of my swords and it instantly evened out my ragged breaths. With both swords in hand I slammed the door open with the hilt of my sword stepping in and I saw red, literally. A ceramic pot collided with my temple and blood quickly bled down into my vision. With my impaired I blindly waved my sword, allowing me to slash my assaulter’s arm. It was hard to process anything with a blurring vision but I could make out a bounded Seyeo on the ground. “Let him go,” I order pointing my sword at the man who stood behind him as he drew his sword and held it against Seyeo’s throat. “Drop your weapon or I’ll drop his head,” he hisses. I was reluctant to, of course, I was a fighter and I wasn’t one to be cornered helpless. But I instantly dropped my swords when Seyeo winced when the blade at his neck dug into his skin. Instantly I was shoved into the ground by the man I attacked earlier, successfully smacking my injured forehead into the ground. I held back my scream and took deep breaths, I had to collect myself, if I let fear consume me now I would be useless to Seyeo. With my cheek pressed against the ground I steal a glance at him and I was relieved that he wasn’t missing any body parts. Our eyes lock momentarily and he whispers, “You shouldn’t have came.” “And you shouldn’t have gotten kidnapped you idiot,” I spat back. We could’ve continued to bicker for another ten years but we both fell silent when the sliding door opened.

Biting my lip I raise my head and sat up straight, trying my best to ignore the plitter platter of blood droplets on the hardwood ground that continuously oozed out of my head. “Sorry I had to do that, I know it would be hard to keep you still if you didn’t suffer a serious injury,” a familiar voice coos. A soft hand lifted my chin and there was the Queen in all her glory. “What’s the meaning of this?” I ask evenly and she smiles her usual smile that never reaches her eyes. “My son wants to marry you and I can’t have that. He insists that he will follow you to the end of the world so the only way I could think of to solve this issue is to remove you, completely.” I scoff with a light chuckle, “That is absurd, I never met the man.” The Queen tilts my head side to side which really didn’t help with my pounding headache, “I really don’t see what he sees in you Princess…no Queen (Y/n).” I smack her hand away and instantly I felt cold steel against my neck, “And I demand you to let me and my servant go.” It was the Queens turn to laugh, “That’s where I have the upper hand. He’s not your servant, he’s like a brother to you,” she waves her hand and one of the men swung his sword towards Seyeo’s neck. I scream and grasp onto her hands, “No please! I’ll do anything. Just kill me he has nothing to do with this. Send him back home, he won’t tell anyone about this. He will say that I got sick and passed…just…don’t hurt him.” The sword never met with Seyeo’s neck and hot tears streamed down my face in relief, I could see him in my peripheral and he was shaking his head begging for me to just leave him. I close my eyes so I couldn’t see his tears, I never seen him cry before and I didn’t want to now. “I offer you my head, hang it up wherever you please. Just promise me that you won’t hurt him.” The Queen smiles, “Of course, I’m understanding. Just be good for me and I won’t hurt him. But I warn you, pull anything and his head will hit the floor faster than you can beg.” Gazing at her unwavering face I nod and sit up confidently, “I understand.” “However,” she starts, “Since you caused me so much trouble I won’t kill you so easily.” I silently stare into her eyes as she tugged at my hanbok causing the fabric to slide off my shoulders, “My son always listens to me, and it upsets me that he will ignore my orders for someone like you.” I grasp the fabric against my chest to keep it closed, trying to save the little dignity I had left. Seyeo pleads for the Queen to stop when she held a whip in her hand. “Please your Majesty, can he leave the room before we start?” Without an answer she flicks the whip, surprising me when the skin on my back split. I squeeze my eyes shut, biting my lip. Not allowing me to catch a breath she threw back her whip and slashed again. I grit my teeth, refusing to show weakness, refusing to cry or scream. By the sixth slash I felt light headed, by the tenth I started to shake but I still refused cower away. She stops for a moment, “Why aren’t you afraid?” Sitting up right once more I try to speak evenly, “I don’t fear death, the only fear I have is to see people like you rule.” I say lifting my head and turning slightly so that I could see her fuming face, I smirk at her, unwavering as she brought her whip down once more. Out of anger she grabs the discarded sword from the ground and brings it over her head. Spitting out the blood that collected in my throat I smirk up at her once more, “People who live in fear are the most dangerous. And you are the perfect example of that your Majesty. I feel sorry for Silla and it’s faceless King.”

She lowers the blade and I finally allowed fear to consume me, I closed my eyes.

Metal clacked against metal, the final blow never came.


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You surprise them on tour - Got7


Jackson would be very upset that you couldn’t make it to their show in Japan all because your boss wouldn’t give you the days off. You talked to Mark and JB about surprising Jackson before their concert, they were all on board with the plan and helped sneak you into the venue while the other guys worked on distracting Jackson. Jackson was fidgeting with his phone when he heard your melodic voice.

“Y/n! Oh my god! What are you doing here?” Jackson screamed in delight and ran up to you hugging you tightly.

His arms wrapped around your waist as he lifted you off the ground and spun in circles. Once he put you down he pulled you even closer to his body and kissed your lips passionately. You pulled away first and hugged him again.

“You have to thank Mark and Jaebum for this one babe.” You smirk at him and he hugs his boys tightly, thankful to have such amazing friends.

Originally posted by ashirley246


Mark and his girlfriend cuddled on the couch in the makeup room while Bambam gushed on and on about this girl he’s been dating for a while. Jaebum tried to turn up the volume on his music to drown out the love birds but nothing seemed to help keep his mind off missing you. With a loud groan, he stood up and walked outside to call you. He left so quickly that he missed the sly grins on his band mates faces. As he walked outside he saw you standing there with his favorite candy and a balloon. His eyes started to well up as he walked up to you, clearly not believing the sight in front of him.

“Baby, Y/n, I was just about to call you!” JB say as he hugs your waist, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck.

“I’ve missed you so much JB.” He hears you say, he hugs you even tighter which seemed impossible.

“I love you, this was a great surprise babe.”

Originally posted by daefsoul


“Hey hyung we were about to go out, wanna come?” Bambam claps his elder on the back and Jinyoung shakes his head no.

“Why not? It’ll be fun!” Bambam tilts his head to the side questioningly and Jinyoung waves him off.

“Well, the invitation stands if you change your mind.” Bambam continues before walking out with the rest of his band mates.

Jinyoung stares at his phone screen, eager for it to ring in case you decide to call or text. He knows being on the other side of the world makes it difficult for you guys to talk often but normally you respond at this time. He looks around the hotel room, trying to find something that could possibly take his mind off the clock ticking on the wall. He throws his head back on the couch with a sigh and as if on cue, his phone rings.

“Y/n!?” Jinyoung answers the phone without looking at the contact and is disappointed hearing Jacksons voice.

“No, Jackson. You miss her that bad?” Jackson lightly chuckles on the other line and Jinyoung rolls his eyes.

“What do you want Jackson?” He snaps and instantly apologizes to his hyung. “Sorry, this is normally the time Y/n and I can talk.”

“I understand, I was gonna ask if you’ve looked outside the door in a while. I ordered a few extra things for us and I was curious if they showed up yet.” Jackson says and he gets up from the couch.

As Jinyoung opens the door his eyes fall on you, standing there with the cutest smile he’s ever seen.

“I gotta go Jackson, I have a feeling you know why.” Jinyoung hangs up the phone and drags you inside quickly.

His hands instantly find the sides of your face and bring you in for a sweet, longing kiss. You both pull away, both chests heaving for air.

“Surprise.” You giggle and wrap your arms around his neck, bringing him in for one of many more kisses.

Originally posted by markjin


Mark was very distraught at the thought of not being with you for your 3 year anniversary of being together. Mark apologized profusely and promised to make it up to you when he got home from tour. However, his mind was clearly not on practicing tonight’s dances.

“Hyung, why don’t you get some water.” Yugyeom suggests and Mark nods, leaving the room to go to the water cooler.

As he stood filling a paper cup up with cold water, he nearly dropped it hearing his name.

“Markie?” Your voice almost whispers and you’ve never seen him turn around quicker.

“Baby girl? No way!” Mark lifts you into his arms and your legs instinctually wrap around his waist.

“Happy anniversary!” You say into his ear and kiss his cheek.

“Happy anniversary baby, I’m sorry I don’t have any gifts but you are an amazing present.” Mark kisses your lips tenderly as wild whistles break out across the room from the guys watching in the doorway.

Originally posted by ceohan


Yugyeom attempted face timing you for the one millionth time today it felt. Every time you wouldn’t answer, he assumed you were busy and always tried again later. When you finally answered his mood improved immensely just seeing your beautiful face.

“Hello gorgeous, what have you been doing today?” Yugyeom asks you.

“Hi oppa, I’ve been very busy I’m sorry for not talking much.”

“It’s okay, I’m glad to finally see you. I miss you like crazy, they are starting to make fun of me.” He adds a laugh at the end making you smile as well.

“I miss you too oppa, we’ll see each other soon. I have to go now I’m sorry, I love you.” You blow him a kiss and hang up.

Although he’s disappointed to see you gone so soon he happy you two got to talk at all. He straightens up on the couch when the other 5 members come walking in.

“Ah what a lazy bum, sitting here all day while the rest of us try to find Mark.” Jackson tsks at Yugyeom and his eyebrows furrow.

“Did you try calling him? I’ll go look for him if you really need me to.” Yugyeom stands after the boys tell him to go.

He roams the halls for a while before running- literally running into a girl who looked suspiciously like his girlfriend.

“Aish Yugyeom!” You voice holds fake anger as it dawns on him that it really is his girlfriend.

“Y/n! What are you doing here? I don’t ever care I’m just glad to have you in my arms.” He brings you in for a bone crushing hug before you could even get a breath out.

“Surprise oppa!” You lean back to wrap your arms around his neck and kiss him.

Originally posted by pinkhoodiemark


Youngjae would be blind if he hadn’t noticed how odd his band members were acting today. He just chalked it up to them being more than excited for tonight’s show, but now it’s getting out of hand.

“What is up with you guys?” Youngjae questioned his friends as they tried to pick out an outfit that was far too flashy for his taste.

“Nothing!” “Whaaaat?” “Hyung stop over thinking.” They all brushed off his concern and it only made it worse.

Youngjae shook his head but continued to go along with the ridiculousness that was happening.

Finally they headed to the venue for makeup and hair, everyone was still acting strange. Bambam kept fixing every little thing until they actually walked into the building. He noticed a girl sitting in his normal seat, he couldn’t quite see her face and hesitantly wakes up to her. When you turned around his face lit up and he turned around to his members who gave him thumbs up.

“Oh my god, Y/n.” You stand up from the chair and throw yourself at Youngjae.

He happily holds you in his arms but pulls back to kiss all over your face and finally your lips.

Originally posted by mkcyj


Bambam’s heart would ache knowing he couldn’t be with you on your birthday to spoil and shower you in affection. He knows you are home in Thailand while he is touring the United States with his band. He calls you as soon as he wakes up to wish you a happy birthday.

“Happy birthday baby.” Bambam says in a gravely morning voice, knowing your love for that sound.

“Thank you bambam, I miss you.” You say making a pouty face that he could practically hear over the phone.

“Don’t make that face, I’ll see you soon okay? I’ll make sure to spoil you times 10.” He smiles at the thought of buying you any and everything you want.

“Hey babe?” You ask and he hums in response. “Can you come open the door please, your girlfriend wants to cuddle.”

Bambam has never sprung out of a bed quicker than hearing those words come out of your mouth. He swung the door open revealing you with a small suitcase and a huge smile. You squealed as he ravaged your lips with loving and passionate kisses.

“Might wanna let the girl in before you do all that hyung.” Bambam hears Yugyeom say and flicks him off.

He dragged you into his room and cuddled with you for hours.

Originally posted by mauloveskpop

Something There Part 6

Okay it’s finally here. I’m pretty nervous about this chapter so I hope you all like it. =D

Pairing: Thomas Jefferson x Reader

Word Count: 8406

Warnings: *whispers* I’m sorry…

(Part One) (Part Two) (Part Three) (Part Four) (Part Five)

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Classes with Alexander for the past week had been tense to say the least. It hadn’t taken long before John and Hercules had began to notice the tension hanging between the two of you at any given moment. Angelica had been beside herself with excitement when you had told her Thomas had invited you to be his date to the gala. You were on your way to go shopping for dresses today; her treat. It had taken three days of convincing before you finally relented and agreed to let her buy you a dress. You had tried to argue that it wasn’t necessary and had asked to just borrow one of her old dresses, much to her horror.

Your conversations with Thomas had been short as well. You had barely seen him in the past week, he had gone home to Virginia to settle the details of his family’s donation for the gala and that suited you just fine. After your accidental confession to Alexander in the park, you were hesitant and nervous to talk to Thomas. If there was one thing you were going to make sure didn’t happen, it was accidentally letting Thomas know about your feelings. A task which was incredibly difficult when he called you and told you how much he missed you. His voice had been soft and held none of the arrogance it usually carried. It had dawned upon you that this was a voice that seemed to be solely reserved for you. Just the way he said hello made your heart race.

Your outburst had been as much of a surprise to you as it was to Alexander. Not only had you admitted that you were in love with Thomas, which was something that seemed so obvious to you now, but the things  Alex had said he heard from Aaron Burr also were lurking in the back of your mind. You distracted yourself and pushed down your nagging fears by focusing on the task at hand, finding a dress for the gala. You looked out the window of the cab as it traveled downtown inching it’s way through the traffic. You had thought classes had been tense, until lunch yesterday. Glaring you tapped your fingers along the worn seats with anger bubbling under you skin as you thought about what Alexander had done.

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These have been drafted for way too long for me to not have them done. Buuuut I kinda wanted to get a couple long/difficult prompts out of the way first. Here you go! It’s my first time writing Reinhardt and Roadhog oh god oh man oh god

Cw: Blood

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David8 x Reader//Intervene

It was hard to get to sleep in deep space. With no indication of time, you found it incredibly difficult to schedule yourself for rest. Often, you would find yourself wandering the vessel’s hallways until your eyes couldn’t seem to stay open. This was just one of those nights.

Had you been a little more clear-minded at this hour, you would have taken notice to the fact that there was no one else in this corridor. It was, in actuality, a restricted access hallway of the ship Prometheus, typically locked off. But tonight, someone had unlocked it, allowing you to hazily slip down the corridor without a second thought. Had you known or become aware that you were in a restricted section, perhaps you would have left immediately. But at this point, you were too exhausted to really register thoughts. You were in a state of deep dissociation when you heard the voices.

“What did he say, David?” It wasn’t really phrased like a question. It was so soft, too, a little farther down the hall and around a corner.

You froze, suddenly very aware of how out of place you felt.

“I don’t think he’d want me to tell you.”

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Written for @spnkinkbingo. Square filled: Finger Sucking. [AO3]

(Just once I would like to be able to write porn without so many feelings. Just once. Please?)

It starts out as a joke. Sam has no other excuse than boredom. And maybe a little pettiness.

His brother has been flirting with the waitress for the past twenty minutes and Sam grew sick of it exactly nineteen minutes ago. They just quickly went to grab a bite before leaving town and there’s no new case yet so Sam doesn’t have anything to busy himself with.

He catches pieces of Dean’s conversation with the young waitress here and there but mostly he’s staring out the window, twiddling his thumbs. Apparently, his brother’s gone on the offensive because he’s making lewd suggestions and Sam has to fight the urge to roll his eyes every time the girl giggles.

“I don’t mind it a little rougher,” Dean says now and Sam missed the context but he’s bored out of his mind and it just sort of slips out when he pipes in, “That’s not what you said last night.”

He’s annoyed and feeling snarky and it’s quiet anyway but not quiet enough. Both the young women and Dean fall silent and turn to stare at him, the waitress with a rather confused wrinkle on her forehead and Dean with an expression that looks sort of like he wants to burst out laughing but his eyebrows are too close to his hairline, clearly stating, ‘What the hell?’

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First Day of My Life Pt 4

We have arrived at the final full chapter of Rowan and Aelin’s wedding day journey. I have an epilogue coming for you to wrap up any lingering questions you may have. ;)

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3

 As always, special thanks to my darling friend @paperbacktrash for supporting me. Literally couldn’t get through the days without you. (Also had to add more since you last read it - go down to the part where the Thirteen are dancing and you’ll be able to read the new stuff)

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**There are most definitely spoilers at the end of this if you have not read Tower of Dawn.**

Later, Reception

Aelin examined her ring, which was simple but beautiful. The band was plain silver and the stone set in was the same colour as Rowan’s eyes. Rowan wore a similar band, but the stone in his matched her eyes instead.

Rowan sidled up next to her, “Hello wife.”

Aelin wriggled as he pulled her into his arms. “I’ve been your wife for a while now, in case you had forgotten.”

“I could never, but I still like the sound of it.” He nipped her ear affectionately. She melted in his arms.

Madam Florine approached and bowed at the waist before she spoke, “Majesties, the dancers and the orchestra are ready if you’d like to begin your first dance.”

Aelin beamed at Florine, “Thank you for arranging this, it’s breathtaking.”

Florine bowed her head in gratitude. “Thank you, Majesty, for not forgetting that the arts are a staple in every kingdom.” She took her leave.

Rowan kissed the top of Aelin’s head as Aelin curled into him. “Everything is perfect. I was worried… It felt as though everything could be taken from me again only just this morning but now? I’ve never felt so sure of my place here.”

He grinned broadly and without restraint at her confession. He kissed the top of her head. “There is another surprise yet, Fireheart.”

Aelin pulled back in surprise. “What is it?” She demanded but Rowan was already shaking his head. “Wait and see.”

Aelin glared, “Buzzard.”

He chuckled before backing away, “Meet me for a dance.”

Aelin hugged herself, trying and failing to hide the unburdened glee at her mate’s obvious delight as she watched him disappear behind the curtain of the stage and Lysandra and Aedion settled in line beside her.

“I hope you’ve been practicing. Wouldn’t want Rowan’s toes to feel the brunt of your lousy footwork.” Aedion dropped a hulking arm across Aelin’s shoulders.

Aelin stomped on his toes. “How’s my footwork now?” She hissed, halfheartedly.

Aedion laughed with only a slight wince, “On second thought, his toes might be fine considering your tiny ineffectual feet.”

Aelin shoved him before pulling him back and tucking herself back under his arm. Lysandra leaned into Aelin’s other side.

“You two are worse than children.” She was laughing, a sparkle in her eyes.

Madam Florine called the room to attention, “If I could ask our Queen to join our King centre stage.”

Aelin couldn’t see Rowan anywhere but she walked to where Florine directed her and waited. Elegantly dressed dancers filed in along the back of the stage and stood at the ready.

The orchestra started again, the dancers started moving along with the starting notes… she was surprised to hear that it was the Stygian Suite. She dragged her eyes from the beautifully twirling dancers and saw as the pianoforte was wheeled on stage and Rowan, gods Rowan, was sitting at the rolling piano bench, being pushed by two stage hands, plunking away at the ivory and black keys.

A hand flew to her throat in awe, and tears began to roll down her cheeks. He made eye contact with her over the beautiful instrument and the emotion she found there… It was like they were back in the abandoned theatre in Rifthold and she was showing him this same piece for the very first time. The first time she’d ever played anything for him.

He had told her to teach him and she had taught him the basics, but they had not played together since. Gods, he had done this without her knowledge.

Aelin stood there, softly crying in the middle of the stage watching her mate as he watched her. For a moment, it was only them. Nothing and no one could reach them.

Florine came and tapped Rowan lightly on the shoulder and they switched places, hardly missing a note, and Rowan prowled over to Aelin.

He gathered her in his arms and wiped away her tears. Did you like the surprise?

Aelin sucked in a breath of air at his silent question, trying to soothe herself. It was beautiful. I can’t believe you learnt how to play for me.

They started moving and Rowan led Aelin in a waltz across the floor. Surprise bloomed across her face again and Rowan chuckled. I seem to remember certain comments about us pretty males only being good for one thing. I sought to prove you wrong.

Aelin choked back her newly flowing tears as she held tight to Rowan. He pressed closer to her and started singing softly for only her to hear. She began humming along, and lost herself in the music of her mate. The music of her husband, her King.

Across the room, Lysandra, failing to hold back tears, turned to Aedion and gripped his arm.

“Dance with me.” She pulled him on towards the dance floor before waiting for an answer. Aedion hardly had time to gather himself before Lysandra was leading him around the theatre floor, elegantly bypassing the dancers Madam Florine had instructed to start weaving through the other couples.

They passed by Manon and Dorian just to see Dorian get punched for asking Manon to dance. Aedion roared with laughter before burying his head in Lysandra’s hair, holding tight.

He eventually took the lead from Lysandra and ever so slowly led them off the stage. When they left the stage, Lysandra’s expression turned inquisitive but Aedion shook his head, a secretive smile gracing his ruggedly handsome face. He led her quietly through backstage, through a hidden door and down a little hallway before he opened another door and revealed the small, tucked away balcony outside of the theatre.

Lysandra gasped at the beauty of Orynth at night, taking in the starry night sky, the flowers bedecking the wrought iron railing and the scents of the city before sweeping through the doors and pulling Aedion along with her.

“Why did we leave?” She asked, slightly breathless and turning to face him, cheeks flushed and eyes sparkling.

Aedion took a deep breath before gathering her hands in his. “Lysandra… do you remember when I told you I would marry you one day when we were in Skull’s Bay?”

Lysandra’s eyes went wide but she nodded.

“I meant it. I love you Lys, I love Evangeline as though she were my own. I claim her and I claim you too. I have always been better with weapons than words but I would lay down my life for you and your child… Our child… If you both would have me. Lysandra, would you please do me the greatest honour of marrying me?”

Lysandra threw her arms around Aedion in response, he caught her and held her close as she sobbed.

She sobbed for the Prince who cared for the Courtesan, the Prince who cared for the scarred but beautiful child who never let the hardships of the world stain her, for considering this beautiful little girl at all.

She cried for the news she had yet to reveal.

She pulled back and kissed him softly before whispering, “Yes, Aedion. I will marry you. I’ve known for a while now that this is where we were meant to be… with each other. After this long and difficult road, this is our next turn. Our beginning. It took you long enough to ask!” She exclaimed, trying to bring her tears to heel.

Aedion kissed her back and brushed the tears from her face. “You look beautiful.”

“I remember you saying something about Princess Lysandra Ashryver… I could get used to that.” Her smile was soft, shy.

Aedion tilted her chin up with his fingers and kissed away her tears in response. “You deserve everything and more. I promise to give it to you.”

Lysandra sniffled again. “Who wasn’t good with words again?”

Aedion chuckled before withdrawing, “I didn’t get you a ring but we can go pick one together.”

Lysandra shook her head. “Let’s ask Rowan to tattoo bands on our fingers.”

Aedion beamed, the tips of his ears flushing, “My fiancé is brilliant. I knew I wanted to marry for you some reason,” he teased.

Lysandra giggled, a blush creeping across her cheeks. “We can’t tell them tonight, though. In a couple of days… Let them enjoy this.”

Evangeline chose just then to burst through the doorway, all dimpled smiles interrupting Aedion’s response. “Mother, Aedion! Come on! You’re missing all the fun!”

They had no choice but to follow the bouncing, joyful girl back inside.

Aelin did have one bouquet commissioned for the traditional bridal tossing. She was laughing as the women all clambered to get to the front as she clutched it, waving it mockingly in front of the women assembled.

“Ready?” She called over her shoulders, a wicked grin gracing her face at the thought of the chaos about the unfold.

There were more scuffles and some squeals that sounded decidedly like toes being stomped on. Aelin tossed the bouquet overhead and whirled to watch the madness. Turns out, Lysandra’s ghost leopard claws must have made an appearance as she was the one who came out clutching the flowers, the undisputed victor.

Aelin roared with laughter, clutching at her stomach before righting herself and rushing to her best friend and pulling her into an embrace.

Aedion smirked from the sidelines and Rowan turned to him, his eyebrows cocked as though saying it was about time. Aedion nudged Rowan with brotherly affection. “I know, I know.” Aedion’s eyes twinkled mischievously but he kept his lips clamped shut, lest he break the wonderful news.

They clinked their glasses of brandy together and the girls approached them. Lysandra waved the flowers in Aedion’s face and Aedion caught them before snatching her and stealing a kiss. Aelin and Rowan watched happily as Lys all but melted in his arms.

They excused themselves to make the rounds of guests, leaving them to their bliss. She was hugged by her other cousin, Galan, and congratulated again. Ilias and Ansel were talking together while the Mute Master was seated at a table nearby, watching and no doubt listening. “Probably best not to interrupt them… They’re still figuring out where they all stand with each other after… well, after Ansel.”

Rowan murmured his assent.

Rolfe raised his glass in a salute from across the room and Aelin grinned in response. She watched him pull the woman he’d been in conversation with in for a kiss. “I’m glad someone can endure his insufferable mannerisms,” Aelin whispered to Rowan.

Rowan winked. “To make a deal with you, he must be a little crazy.”

Aelin pinched Rowan in response before they reached Dorian and Manon and thanked Dorian once more for officiating. Manon looked a bit pink in the cheeks and Aelin wondered if she’d ever been to a party like this before.

The rest of the Thirteen were dancing together on the dance floor and they opted not to interrupt, given the reckless abandon in which they were dancing. Iron teeth and iron nails? They were interested in keeping all body parts firmly attached to their persons, thank you very much. Elide was chatting with Emrys, Malakai and Luca, with Nox accompanying them and Aelin spotted Lorcan observing both Luca and Nox suspiciously as the three of them exchanged pleasantries. Aelin scoffed and Rowan smirked as he had also noticed the possession Lorcan was undoubtedly attempting to leash, and as usual failing to do so.

Hasar was dancing quite proactively with Renia and Aelin couldn’t help but admire the feline grace of her movements, especially given the fact she appeared to be surrounded by several empty glasses, possibly a couple of empty bottles of some very expensive looking liquor. Aelin laughed as Renia made eye contact and waved at them helplessly, unable to hold Hasar’s roving hands at bay.

Rowan shook his head, slightly exasperated but straightened as Sartaq and Nesryn approached. Aelin smiled easily, having been quite taken with Sartaq’s ruk, Kadara, that she wasn’t fazed by the fact that an empress and emperor now approached. Not even a bat of an eyelash that they hosted them here. His Queen… she would indeed be the woman to greet a formal court in barefoot.

Sartaq nodded at Rowan, friend to a friend. “I may be an emperor but we know who the true warrior of legend is among us. No need to be so formal with me, Rowan.” Rowan relaxed and Nesryn grinned, some unnamed test having been passed.

“We just wanted to say thank you before we headed out. Sartaq wants to see more of home – I mean Adarlan. I promised I would take him on a tour of all our old haunts.” Nesryn poked at Aelin.

Aelin chuckled, “Don’t bring him into the sewers. I was down there before Valg had ever infested them and they weren’t any better then, trust me.”

Sartaq laughed, a deep booming laugh. Rowan smirked at his wife, finding it hard to keep his hands off of her in front of the other man.

Aelin levelled a gaze at Rowan. Territorial fae bastard. Her tone was mocking and he stuck his tongue out at her.

Nesryn cleared her throat. “I will never get used to that.”

Sartaq tucked Nesryn under his arm. “Well, we must be off. Thank you for inviting us. We’ll have to host you back in Antica sometime.” He offered, extending his hand. Rowan reached to clasp it firmly.

Aelin and Nesryn bid each other farewell and they were alone once again. Aelin spotted two more familiar faces and grabbed at Rowan’s hand to lead them over.

Rowan saw that Chaol and Yrene were preparing to leave as well. Aelin rushed over, towing him behind her. “Yrene! You’re not dragging Chaol away already, are you?”

Yrene beamed at Aelin, “Unfortunately, Chaol is all partied out. I really must get him home. Being on his feet this long can bother him still.” She flashed him a knowing grin, which led Aelin to believe that wasn’t the only reason for the early departure.

Chaol smiled indulgently at his wife before pulling Aelin into an embrace. “I wish we could stay longer, but we have to head back to Adarlan early. Duty calls, you know.”

Aelin laughed and hugged Chaol back, “Thank you both for coming anyways.”

Chaol clasped hands with Rowan while Yrene and Aelin hugged.

“I’m happy for you both, truly. I’m happy we were all here to celebrate it.” Chaol said, bowing his head at Aelin and Rowan.

Aelin laughed. “So formal, Captain.”

Chaol’s face spread into a wide grin, reminiscent of those days in the glass castle when he was indeed Captain. “Habit, you know. Good luck with everything. Stay in touch.”

“Always.” Rowan agreed.

As Yrene and Chaol left, Aelin sighed happily. “This is a dream come true, Rowan. Thank you for today. Thank you for every day.”

Rowan pulled her close and gripped her chin gently in his hand. “Anything for you, Fireheart,” before swooping in with a gentle kiss. A kiss that spoke of their promised future, their love, and all the time they would have for more kisses and different kisses.

“Now come on, let’s go dance the night away! We wouldn’t want our friends to be left hanging.” Aelin grabbed Rowan and dragged him back to the dance floor.

They spent the night dancing and indulging in food and drink with their loved ones, not a care in the world except for the here, the now and the knowledge that tomorrow was certain.

Love Bug

Based on the art by @eyugho​. I sat down and wrote the entire thing immediately after seeing the piece, so forgive me for any errors (or give me constructive criticism, if you like. This is a one shot piece, and largely unedited, but I just really wanted to write it before the inspiration left my body)

Summary: Keith gets bit by a love bug and falls acts lovey-dovey around the first person he sees, who just so happens to be Lance.

AO3: http://archiveofourown.org/works/11803710

It had started out simply enough. They’d landed on what Lance would have called “home,” if the thought of that weren’t too painful. Allura and Coran were on a diplomatic mission which didn’t require all the paladins, so she had cleared them to wander around the planet as long as they didn’t stray too far.

The planet really was like Earth, the best parts. They had landed right next to a body of water so giant he would have been tempted to call it an ocean, but the smell was less salt more earth, and the rhythm of the waves a gentle call rather than a commanding presence. Where there wasn’t water there were trees, and these were the things that reminded him that this wasn’t his home. They swayed gently in the wind and if you looked too closely they’d seem to shimmer like heat waves rising off hot pavement.

Still, the place was friendly enough, and so the paladins, at Lance’s urging, had decided to take a break and go swimming.

Most of the paladins, anyway. “Keith!” Lance floated on his back and kicked towards the shore. “Get in!”

“I’m not in the mood to get wet.”

“Why? Afraid you’ll ruin your hair?”

“Keith, I swear to you,” Pidge said, emerging from underwater, “I will get out of this alien sea and build a water canon just for you.”

Keith evidently didn’t think Pidge was messing around, because he took off his shirt and tossed it to the ground. To the casual observer he might have seemed reluctant, but Lance was pretty sure Keith was looking forward to swimming. After all, he’d wanted to at least once during their space trip and, to the best of his knowledge, had never gotten to.

“Woo hOO!” Lance shouted, plunging underwater and jumping back out again in triumph.

Keith gave him a weird side glance while making his way to the edge of the water. He dipped his toe in suspiciously, then back out again. “It’s cold.”

“Alright, I’ve had enough.”

Keith looked over in surprise at none other than Hunk, who was coming out of the water towards him.

“Hunk, are you doing what I think you’re doing? Hunk? Hunk!”

Hunk had not been dissuaded by Keith’s pleas and had grabbed him in a bear hug from behind while Keith kicked helplessly into air. Pidge and Lance were giggling from the water.

“That’s what you get!” said Pidge.

“Let me down,” said Keith, still flailing.

“Your call.”

There was a splash as Hunk dropped Keith, who fell into the water still squirming. He emerged to more splash attacks, but even though there was probably water in his eyes, ears, and mouth, he was grinning unmistakably.

The paladins fooled around in the water for a while, but eventually the fun had to end when Allura and Coran’s visit was over. Universe to save, and all that. They all trudged out of the water and dried off, savoring their last moments on this planet so much like Earth outside the castle.

Lance focused on the sea. He missed the ocean, his ocean, and this wasn’t quite the same, but god, it was so familiar nonetheless. There was the sense of eyes on the back of his neck, and he turned around to see Keith staring unabashedly at him. Their eyes met and Keith gave him a small smile that crinkled his eyes, and Lance turned his head away rather quickly, thinking to himself that the reason was he wanted to savor the sea and not that he was trying to hide a blush.

“Paladins,” Allura called, inevitably ending the brief vacation. Reluctantly, they picked up their shirts from the ground that they had dropped before swimming.

That’s when things became less simple, because Keith, apparently, had other ideas.

“Keith, buddy,” Lance said, walking up behind him. “I’m pretty sure you have the wrong shirt.”

“Do I?” There was something foreign about that tone of voice, like everything that had been rough around the edges was smoothed out in those two words.

“Yeah, last time I checked.”

Keith didn’t turn around, just finished pulling the shirt over his head and strolled towards the castle.

“Fine!” Lance said. “Then I guess I’ll have to wear your shirt.” He hurried after him clumsily, shirt over his eyes. Keith briefly turned around to give Lance an infuriating smirk but never broke his stride.

Lance took a few longer steps and put his hand on Keith’s shoulder, this time causing him to stop in his tracks so quickly that Lance almost knocked them both to the ground.

“Look,” said Keith, not even turning around. “If you want the shirt so badly you should take it from me.”

Keith put his hand on Lance’s and slowly moved it to his hip while reaching behind to grab Lance’s other hand to do the same. He curled his fingers around Lance’s and brought them under one corner of the shirt, casually lifting it, letting Lance’s fingers graze his skin.

From behind them came a muffled giggle, like a slap in the face throwing Lance back into reality. He snatched his hands back and held them near his chest, wringing them.

Keith finally turned around to face him, staring Lance dead in the eyes with a puppy dog look. Lance couldn’t get his voice to work, hell, couldn’t get his brain to work, as it was too busy rebooting. Did Keith know? Did someone tell him that if he flirted he would definitely break Lance? Was this all a big joke?

His own tongue feeling too foreign in his mouth to manage distinguishable sounds.“Ahh.. uhh-what?” he finally managed.

Keith gave him one last playful smile before turning away, leaving Lance struggling to regain control of his mind in a place that made him feel so happy, but was just a little off in apparently every way.


“What?!” Lance exclaimed. “You can’t be serious!”

“Chill,” said Pidge, sparing him a glance away from her intense examination of the creature. “The love bug bite will wear off in a few days.”

“It’s quite harmless,” Allura quipped, looking to Lance as though she was internally fending off a fit of laughter.

Lance walked towards them, which was rather difficult considering he had Keith clinging to his back like a lifeline. “Easy for you to say. You don’t have this leach stuck to your back.”

“Be nice,” Allura chided, before turning away to join Pidge in her curious study of the love bug.

“Ugh!” Lance said, staggering past them to get anywhere but here.

“Did I ever tell you what a pretty name Lance was?” Keith said snuggling his chin into the crook of Lance’s shoulder, and Lance’s cheeks turned more red than he thought was humanly possible. He walked faster, until the laughter Pidge and Allura hadn’t bothered to conceal this time was nothing but an echo.

When he was safely out of earshot Lance craned his neck around to look at Keith. “Do you mind?”

Keith blinked up at him innocently. “Mind what?”

Lance sighed. He was exhausted and, if he was being honest, what he really needed right now was to be alone his room, in the dark, so that he could cry in peace. Even so, he couldn’t bring himself to yell at Keith.

“It’s kind of hard to walk with you on my back like that,” he opted for instead. “Would it work for you if we held hands?”

Keith happily untangled himself from Lance’s back and grabbed his hand instead. “Sure!”

The two of them walked through the castle in relative silence, their footsteps echoing in the emptiness. Keith seemed fine with all of this; he actually seemed to be enjoying Lance’s company and was happy with nothing more, as long as he could rest his head on Lance’s arm, of course. In the back of his mind, Lance wondered where the ultra flirty beach Keith had gone and if he would be making a surprise return, but he was too preoccupied with the fact that he was holding hands with Keith-fucking-Kogane to dwell on it. His hands were gentler than he’d expected. Calloused but warm and comforting; not too tight a grip unless he felt Lance slipping and subtly squeezed him a little more.

Lance wasn’t really sure of where he was going until they ended up on the training deck. This could actually work out perfectly, if he played it right.

“Keith, buddy? Do you think you could let go of my hand and we could train together?”

“Sure!” Wow, this was easier than Lance thought it would be. Keith seemed content to do whatever Lance asked, as long as they were together.

Lance started the simulation and they fell back into silence, although this time it felt more comfortable. They stayed back to back the entire time and progressed smoothly, better than even with the rest of the team. He felt like he was in a trance; logically, he knew that this wasn’t organic, but even so, it felt so smooth, so right. He and Keith moved like a well oiled machine who had been teaming up for years. He briefly wondered if they would keep doing this after the love bug bite wore off, but again quickly dismissed the thought. Lance and Keith were friends, sure, and they’d gotten closer, but that didn’t mean they’d be anything more. In fact, after this, Lance wasn’t sure either of them would want to look each other in the eyes again.

“I think we should stop,” said Lance, panting a little. He walked over to the wall and leaned against it, tilting his head back and closing his eyes.

“Alright,” Keith said, turning off the simulation before it started another level of training. “What do you want to do now?”

“I think I’m going to take a break and relax.”

“Relaxing sounds nice,” said Keith, his breath tickling Lance’s ear.

Lance’s opened his eyes, startled, and jolted his head so suddenly that he narrowly avoided smashing Keith’s skull against his. Keith was inches from him. Keith had him pinned to the wall. Oh my god, Keith had him pinned to the wall.

“You have such pretty eyes,” Keith breathed.

He put his right hand gently on top of Lance’s and rubbed it with his thumb. Lance could feel a bead of sweat dripping down his forehead. Keith must think he was so gross right now. No! Was he crazy, that’s what he was worried about? Keith didn’t care in the slightest; he was leaning into Lance, eyes never leaving his own, closing, slowly, their noses were touching -


Lance regained control of his body again, and not a second too late. Keith would have kissed him and in a few days he would have come back to real life and never forgiven him, and Lance didn’t want to lose him. He’d rather keep Keith as just a friend than face a world where he genuinely hated him and couldn’t trust him. Keith wasn’t himself, and Lance would never take advantage of that.

“What? Was I doing something wrong?” Keith bit his bottom lip, and Lance lost it.

He pushed passed him roughly. “Don’t talk to me.”

“Lance,” Keith cooed. “Don’t be that way! We can take it slow. Come cuddle with me.”

“Cuddle?! Are you serious? You don’t even like me!”

“Lance, why would you say that?”

“Because you don’t! And I like you, okay? And I know that you don’t like me back, and that you don’t mean all this lovey-dovey stuff you’ve been saying! I know! And I also know that it’s not your fault you got bitten by a fucking hormone bug or some shit, but god, do you think that makes it hurt less?”

Keith was in a state of shock, tears running down his face and making no attempt to conceal it. “If you like me, then why would you say that?”

Keith’s face became blurred and hard to see, or maybe that was just Lance’s eyes tearing up. “Because only one of us is thinking straight, and it hurts too much to preserve your feelings by indulging them. Goodbye, Keith.”

Lance ran down the hall. He heard footsteps following him and knew that Keith physically couldn’t resist chasing him, so he hit a button to shut a door in his way, kept running, and didn’t look back.


There was a knock on the door and Lance reluctantly dragged himself out of bed to answer it, eyes half closed and trained towards the floor. He stumbled over piles of dirty clothes that had been lying there for three days now since he’d locked himself in his room. “Hey, Hunk, you’re early.”


Lance froze but forced himself to look at Keith. He kept his gaze trained on his forehead, pretending he could see straight through him. “Is it actually you?”

“It’s me.”

Lance knew he was telling the truth, something about his voice and how it was rougher than it was before, and somehow that was so much more painful. He felt his head start to pound as his throat closed up and he moved to close the door. “I think you should go.”

Keith caught his arm and Lance froze. Why did he always freeze up? He used to be fine around Keith, it’s not like this crush was anything new, so why did what was basically a brainwashing incident matter?

“Can we talk?”

“Not much to say,” Lance mumbled.

“Lance, it’s fuzzy, but I remember what happened.”

Lance’s stomach was struggling to escape via his throat. “You remember?”

“Like I said, it’s a little blurry, but I remember you told me how you felt.”

Keith’s hand had somehow moved down Lance’s arm and into his palm. Still calloused yet tender. Why was he so good at hand holding, even now? How was that fair?

“Lance.” Keith’s breath was on his chin. He smelled like metal and mint leaves. “I-I feel the same way. The love bug, it didn’t get it all right, but it brought out feelings that were already there. I just didn’t want to say it.”

“And you’re sure this is you talking?”

Keith squeezed his hand and held it tightly. “Lance, can I kiss you?”

There were so many thoughts floating around in Lance’s head, and so many things he wanted Keith to know, but they didn’t really matter to this moment in time. Ultimately, they all added up to the same feeling, and at this very moment all Lance wanted to do was let Keith feel it too.

Lance squeezed his hand back. “Yes.”

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Could you write post Ons Son. Things are awkward , they are at Mulder's apartment. He's being an ass re "making it personal " remark /Diana , and Scully blows and walks out. He follows and they address the ftf hallway in the hallway , clear the air and awkward but hot first time make out/ kissing happens.

I have an announcement to make: it’s been SO long since I’ve seen this episode. So I apologize Anon, it was hard to write and it’s a little vague on the details!

It was just past 1am, and Mulder was showing no signs of falling asleep. He sat on the sofa, flicking through television channels mindlessly, but he couldn’t relax. He’d been on edge for a while now, following the events of the past few days, and even now his mind kept replaying his argument with Scully. She didn’t like or trust Diana, that much was obvious, but he just couldn’t understand why she would suggest that Diana was involved with abductions. He knew Diana, and he knew she was on his side. She had to be, because if she wasn’t…

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Requested: No

Summary: In which Draco helps the reader get rid of persistent hiccups.

Word Count: 990

Warnings: None :)

For what must have been the fiftieth time, a loud hiccup escaped you as you sat on the grass near the Black Lake, trying to study. Unfortunately, your chest constantly being overcome with loud spasms and then the loud hiccup that followed was getting very distracting.

And apparently, it wasn’t just you it was distracting.

“Would you get those under control?” your friend, Draco Malfoy, snapped at you. He looked up from the Herbology book he was pouring over for the Final Exams that were coming in two weeks.

“I can’t help it,” you protested, hiccuping again, loudly. “Ugh! This is so irritating!”

“I’ll say,” he muttered, rolling his eyes. “Do you know the spell to get rid of those?”

“No,” you whined. “Do you?”

“No.” He bent back over his book and you tried very hard to concentrate on not hiccuping for a few minutes. Of course, that only seemed to make it worse.




“Merlin, will this ever end?” Draco finally cried out, throwing his quill down on to the parchment and giving you another exasperated look.

“It’s not like I’m doing this on purpose, Draco,” you hissed, after another hiccup. Suddenly, you had an idea. You flourished your wand and a glass of water came flying toward you, which you proceeded to chug as quickly as you could.

He arched an eyebrow at you. “What are you doing?”

“One way to cure hiccups is supposed to be chugging water very quickly.”

He grinned. “All of those things that people say never work, you know.”

“Yes, they do!” you said defensively. “People always say to hold your breath, but that never worked for me. But this did! See, I haven’t – hiccup!”

“Told you,” he said smugly, and then flashed you his most dazzling smile.

“Shut up,” you said in a surly voice. “Okay, I have another idea.” You closed your eyes and began to concentrate. It was difficult, knowing that Draco was probably staring at you.

You heard him start to laugh. “What are you doing?”

“I’m picturing three bald men,” you told him matter of factually, opening your eyes. “That’s another one I’ve been told in the past.”

“Uh huh, that’ll work,” he said sarcastically.


“Bloody hell!” you shouted, knocking over the now empty glass out of frustration. Draco was now bent over from laughing at you. “Oh, you think this is funny now, do you?”

“It keeps getting funnier and funnier,” he said cheekily. “Besides, I know how to cure your hiccups without magic. And it’s not all these weird things you’ve heard from obviously very idiotic sources.”

You swatted him on the shoulder and he chuckled. “What?” you asked.

“You need to be surprised,” he told you, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. His gray eyes were scanning over you now, schoolwork apparently forgotten. “Completely shocked.”

“Well, lovely,” you said, looking around the grounds. The nearest students were far away, and it was a very peaceful day; you couldn’t see yourself getting a shock from anything out here. “Well then, I guess I’ll just have to suffer until the Giant Squid decides to pop out, or something. Hiccup.”

“I don’t think so,” said Draco with a throaty chuckle, though you noticed something in his voice had changed. When you looked over at him, you thought he looked momentarily rather nervous. That was strange. Then again, Draco was a tough one to read, and now that you were watching him it seemed that he was merely sitting next to you and looking at you with a neutral expression.

You frowned. “What do you-”

But your words were cut off because your mouth was suddenly very busy. Draco had leaned over very, placed his hands on either side of your face, and crashed your lips to his.

Oh my god, he’s kissing me! your brain shouted as fireworks exploded in your mind. And you liked it.

His lips were warm, and the way his fingers were lightly brushing against the skin of your cheeks, drawing patterns along your jaw as he kissed you deeper, was making you crazy. And he didn’t stop after kissing you once: over and over he kissed you, tilting his head to deepen the kiss into a soft and tentative pattern, with just a hint of forcefulness. Oh, he was good at this…

After a minute that seemed to have lasted for an eternity, his lips were gone and he had pulled away.

You kept your eyes closed for a second, because you were still slightly dazed and you were already missing his lips. You could feel his breath across your face, and you knew he was breathing slightly harder and that he was still close. Very slowly, you opened your eyes to gaze into his.

There was a boyish, almost shy look in them that momentarily made your breath catch in your throat, and a burning intensity in his gray eyes that you had never seen before.

“Did it work?” he breathed. Breathlessly, you nodded, and he chuckled, his eyes still carefully watching your face as he grinned triumphantly. “See? Told you.”

You just nodded, still unsure of what else to say. You really wanted to ask why he had kissed you for so long if it had only been the element of surprise he was going for, but you thought you knew the answer. You thought you could see it in the way he was looking at you now, with a look that was making butterflies erupt in your stomach and your heart skip beats.

“Was it a good surprise or a bad surprise?” He tried to sound casual and failed completely. His eyes were also smoldering at you, and you felt your cheeks warm up.

“Good surprise,” you told him, with a very shy smile. “Definitely.”

It was quiet for a moment. And then he whispered, “Can we do it again?”

A/N: Hi there, HP fandom! This is my first posted imagine, so I hope it wasn’t total garbage. I just felt like writing something short and fluffy with my boy Draco. Comments/thoughts/etc are much appreciated, as is pointing out any errors you may see. Come on over to the new blog and request something, if you like! Right now I write for Draco Malfoy and Newt Scamander :)

Not All Wounds Heal (Part 6/?) (Avengers x reader)

Part 5

“You can’t heal everything, (Y/N),” Steve eventually spoke again, “not all wounds heal.  I’m sure that Tony would agree if he knew you were offering this.”

“Dammit, Steve, why can’t you just say what you want to say? What’s holding you back?  Tell Sam to mind his own business and grow a pair, already.”

“Wow, I’ve forgotten how blunt you can be.  But, okay, fine,” he finally relented quietly, “will you help Buck, (Y/N)?  It would mean…it would mean everything to me if you would try.”

“Yes, Steve, I’ll try. Thank you for deciding that you can trust me.”

“Okay…great,” he sighed, and the relief in his voice didn’t escape you at all; you had been right and he wanted to ask, but now that the words were out and you had agreed, he had no idea why he thought it would be so difficult.  “I’ll make arrangements to bring you here-“

But I have one condition.”


“When I’m done, and when I’ve healed his mind, you all come home.”

“(Y/N), it’s not that simple-“

“But it can be,” you argued.  “You’re all just making it too difficult.  You’re all letting your pride and hurt feelings get in the way.  It’s time to grow up and fix this.  Agree, Steve, or I stay here, and your best friend gets frostbite.”

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