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They are currently OPEN!! Any requests made will be worked on as quickly as possible, but I have a life too so if they don’t come out as fast that is why I’ll write for a female, male or gender neutral reader I’m also in a lot of fandoms to simply list them, but somehow not enough. If a request is for something specific/ I haven’t written for it just ask With requests I’ll need (a): 1) character name 2) where they’re from [Tamaki from My Hero] 3) the request itself [it’ll need the genre {smut, angst, fluff} and general idea {y/n is having a bad day and (character name) comforts them}. They can be as detailed as you want but you only really need the underlined portion to be accepted.]

Masterlist

Marvel

Loki

I Will Find You - Loki x Reader Summary: All Loki Variants have one thing that can’t be taken from them. Something that the stars say is true. A soulmate.

Criminal Minds

Spencer Reid

Creativity - Spencer Reid x Fem! Reader Summary: Y/n is a photographer and Spencer is a great model. Overshare - Spencer Reid x Fem! Reader Summary: Y/n and Spencer spend the night together after a long case. Next day JJ and Penelope hear all about it. Not Of The Imagination - Spencer Reid x Fem! Reader Summary: Spencer claims that he has a girlfriend. Derek does not believe him at all. Dangerously In Love - Spencer Reid x Gn! Reader Summary: The long awaited return of your boyfriend makes you realize how in love you are with him. Dangerously in love with him. Coming Soon

Dungeon Meshi/ Delicious in Dungeon

Chilchuck Tims

Magic Hands - Chilchuck x Gn! Reader Summary: Chilchuck is having trouble sleeping. Y/n's magic touch just might be the answer. Too Good for Me - Chilchuck x Wife Reader Summary: Chilchuck loves his wife, but he thinks she's too good for him. Beginning of More - Chilchuck x Bestfriend Reader Summary: Two best friends in a dungeon. They might kiss. Between Satisfaction - Chilchuck x Bestfriend Reader Summary: Two best friends in a dungeon, they can make identical copies of each other when asked.

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Between Satisfaction

Summary: Two best friends in a dungeon, they can make identical copies of each other when asked.

Word Count: 2,444

Warnings: fluff, still secret mutual pining, slightly delusional reader, named chilchuck's wife, mentioned of reader's husband and her children, mention of pregnancy, reader being called out, and her not denying it

A/N: Here's that second part in the mini series, been a while since i've written but hopefully I can get the last part out sooner than this one. Let me know what you guys think and enjoy! Edited and Proofread

Y/n was exactly one year older than Chilchuck. 

In their village women were treated very differently than the men: women were expected to marry very young while the men were able to take their time, men were able to be reckless and rambunctious, women had to be pious and elegant. Chilchuk and Y/n didn’t like those social norms. They caused many problems, they drank and danced, pulled pranks and caused mischief. The two of them were labeled as a rambunctious duo needing to be separated. 

However, Y/n knew this wouldn’t last, she was constantly reminded of this reality whenever she saw her mother. How her mother constantly nagged her into finding a good man, how she would find her a man if Y/n didn’t pick. 

Her last act of defiance, Y/n never chose anyone. 

Now, the two best friends are sitting in their favorite field, the sun setting upon their small village. Y/n will be going home to meet her soon-to-be husband, she will be married before the weeks end and she can’t do anything about it. 

Y/n sat with her hands wrapped around her knees, watching as the sun set even lower and lower. Ending her days as a single woman. She looked towards Chilchuck, a bottle of wine in his hand, his arm resting upon his leg, which was pulled up for him to rest his head against. They’ve been sitting in this silence for a few hours. The news breaking the both of them. 

“His name is Ferrfrank Wills. He has a prosperous crop farm and he is said to be very kind.” Y/n started. The two of them couldn’t sit in silence forever, at least it wouldn’t be productive if they did. 

“It’s not fair.” Chilchuck grumbled. His distaste for her marriage is something they both shared. Y/n never really wanted to marry, Chilchuck didn’t want to lose his best friend. He continued to mumble unpleasantries under his breath and took a swig of the wine in his hands. 

Ferrfrank wasn’t an ugly man, quite attractive really, one of the most attractive men within the village. He was also known as being a very successful man as well. Having took over the family farm after his father passed; Ferrfrank also has a very prosperous stand during markets because of his fresh crops.

“It’s not. And I hate every bit of it. And I wish it never happens and it won’t happen, but here we are. I’m going to be married and have to give birth to a shit-ton of kids and stay miserable.” Y/n rattled off, her tone gruff and rude. Not wanting to be committed to this stranger. 

Chilchuck looked at his best friend, her face alight by the setting sun. Her brows furrowed and a frown set upon her face. He couldn’t help but laugh. Y/n snapped her head towards Chilchuck, his laughter made her frown even more. “Didn’t know my predicament was a fucking comedy show.” 

Chilchuck laughed even more, he spoke between breaths, “You’d have ugly ass kids.” Y/n sat flabbergasted for a moment, not even catching the insult thrown her way until a moment later. She then released a small giggle that kickstarted into more giggles. 

Then Y/n laughed. 

A belly-shaking, air gasping laugh. That only Chilchuck could get out of her. She struggled to speak between laughs, wheezing every now and again, “I’d have ugly ass kids.” She continued to laugh, holding her stomach. Chilchuck followed suit, Y/n wheezed out, “Oh my god so would you!” 

The two of them laughed even harder, now thinking about these future kids. Both of their imaginations running wild, gives each imagined kid an ugly feature. Y/n and Chilchuck laughed even harder, having played onto their shared joke, adding more ridiculous features. Y/n even started shaking Chilchuck as she laughed, “Imagine you had a daughter that looks just like you.” 

“What a nightmare.” Chilchuck commented, him still laughing as he got tossed around. The bottle of wine forgotten. Life was given to the village lights, its small glow barely reaching their favorite field.

The moon stood brightly in front of them, stars decorated the night sky and joyous laughter invaded the gentle breeze. 

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Chilchuck sat upon his bed roll, slicing the meat needed for the ‘cooking’ challenge Laios made to find the shapeshifters within their group. He watched as his double was perched onto a box, a mistake that he wouldn’t make so lightly. Chilchuck continued to watch as his double made mistakes, even going as far as asking for help. Something that Chilchuck would never do lightly. 

Rightfully, Chilchuck stood up and pointed it out to his group, which caused them to think cynically over him. Y/n huffed out a laugh at them, she knew who was who. She was pretty sure all of them came from her own memory, however to keep it neat between them she remembered them wrong just to pick them apart from her real friends. 

“You know, this would be a lot faster if I just locked them away.” Y/n voiced, she was besides Senshi and her own copy. Y/n was setting up the cooking pot for lunch, her copy also set up the pot for her own team. She hummed in reply to Y/n statement. 

“I agree, I have the most knowledge about everyone here. I know what they look like and all of their mannerisms, picking our friends from the copies is a piece of cake.” The copy continued. Y/n nodded in agreement, everyone glanced at the two of them; hearing their confessions almost stopped the whole cooking process. All of them and their copies looked over to the women, now realizing that this whole thing was pointless. 

Marcille was the first to speak, “and you didn’t think to say something earlier?” 

“Well it looked like Laios was having fun and I didn’t want to ruin it, however, once I realized that the food was also fake, I decided that it’d be better if I spoke out.” Y/n finished, her copy nodded along. 

Everyone was flabbergasted. The copies became stiff, ready to throw down with anyone, ready to apprehend them or even looking for an escape route. However, before they could fight or run, Laios cornered them and ushered them towards the cell, where the rest of the copies are being held. After the cell was locked again, the party looked over to the last of the copies. 

Y/n and her double were standing side by side, both of them have the same (hair/color) at the same length, styled just the same not a hair out of place. The two of them wore the same clothes: pulled upon their forms with the same pattern of wrinkles and fray. Her face held the same look, not a missing feature nor an added one. 

The two of them could be identical twins. Split down the soul. 

Chilchuck looked at the two of them. He’s grown with his best friend, from young to old. He was there when her children were born and she was there for his children as well. They know each other, inside and out. 

“I don’t know who’s the real one.” 

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“You know, your kids aren’t that ugly.” Y/n started. She was sat upon her couch, her stomach round and her face tired. Chilchuck sat opposite of her, his feet kicked up and a glass of juice in front of him. Y/n said no to wine, it ‘wouldn’t be fair he could drink but she can’t’, he didn’t put up much of a fight. 

Chilchuck and Pattywood were married not long ago. Both have been really good friends before the marriage, having spent a lot of time together. Y/n even thought of them as childhood friends, she’s seen them together many times. She always thought of them to be a good pair and she was right. The ink of their marriage license was seconds of being dry when Pattywood was confirmed to be pregnant. 

Y/n laughed when she heard the news, she knew they had a thing for each other. 

The wedding was nice, very big and spacious. Chilchuck always had a huge family and she assumes that Pattywood also had a relatively large family. Y/n was there for the wedding, stood right besides Chilchuck as he said his vows. Even shared a dance with him, just like old times. Though it was hard, given she was pregnant with her first set of twins. 

Now, here the two of them are, Meijack and Flertom laying on their tummies with Y/n’s two babies Tinaberry and Curtkim right next to them. Around them was a little fence to keep them from rolling around or in Y/n’s case trying to crawl. 

“They’re still young, of course they’re still considered not ugly.” Chilchuck huffed, taking a sip of his juice. He looked over at the play pin, watched as his girls giggled and squealed playing with multiple child safe toys. He smiled, as Meijack gave Flertom a toy, making her squeal. 

“I knew it.” Y/n stated. She adjusted herself against the couch, placing her feet upon her coffee table. 

“Knew what? Didn’t know you became a psychic.” Chilchuck teased. 

Y/n laughed in response, she missed this feeling between them, “no, I didn’t become a psychic but I just knew you’d be a good dad.” 

“You have no way of knowing that.” Chilchuck said. Then a noise was heard over by the play pin. Chilchuck immediately perked up, rushing over to see what happened. This caused Y/n to laugh. She could see them perfectly fine from her seat, saw all the toys and where they could move to. 

“Yeah, no way of knowing.” She teased. Chilchuck huffed in response, but he still looked over at the kids and made sure they were safe. “Anyways, it’s uncommon for you to just come and visit. You want something.” 

There was a slight hesitation within Chilchuck. Something within his mind gave a different answer than what he was actually going to ask. “Well, before the twins get too old, I want to leave our village.” 

“Well, that’s dog shit. Just gonna leave me.” Y/n taunted. She knew Chilchuck hated the village. How unfair it was towards its woman and now that he has two daughters, he couldn’t stand it. She knew he’d want to leave, but she didn’t think it would be so soon. 

“Will you shut up,” Chilchuck nagged. He ran his hand through his hair, a small flush appeared on the tip of his ears, “I was asking if you want to come with me.” 

Y/n placed a hand to her chest and gasped dramatically, “Chucky, so scandalous of you. I’m married! You’re married! The gossip!” 

“Oh knock it off! You know what I mean!” Chilchuck huffed, his false anger didn’t last long. He began to chuckle himself, causing Y/n to follow suit. Their laughs filled the house, the atmosphere alive and calm. A pair for friends that have grown and lived together. Chilchuck’s laugh became softer, his voice timid, “I know I’m asking a lot. Asking for you to move your family especially when you’re pregnant. It’s a lot”

Y/n smiled at her friend, “You know, I think a change of scenery would benefit us. Ferrfrank’s been wanting to expand. A cousin of his is moving to town, and needs somewhere to stay. We can sell to him and move.” She looked over to the children, her twins rolled over and played. Meijack and Flertom kicked the air, gummy smiles pulled wide. Y/n watched them and continued, “It’s not like I’m going to be pregnant forever, besides I’m not planning anymore. God only knows what those two were like.” 

“Yeah, you didn’t sound happy.” Chilchuck commented, finishing off his drink. 

“Neither did your wife.” She rebutted. Y/n reached up and pushed some hair behind her ear, “I swear if there is another set in here, I’m going to grow grey hairs.” 

“Ha! You don’t have them already.” Chilchuck jabbed. 

“Only a year. That’s all. I’m only a year older.” 

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“I’m surprised you don’t remember.” Y/n said, she lifted a patch of hair to reveal a chunk of grey. “I told you, if I had another set I’d get grey hairs.” 

Chilchuck rested his hands on his hips, shaking his head in mock disappointment, “and yet, they came. Should’ve known.” 

“Woah! You have grey hair!” Laios exclaimed. An excited look within his eyes, he rushed to grab his notebook wanting to write down the new information that he learned. 

“I did say I was 30. You guys laughed but half-feet age a lot faster.” Y/n shrugged her shoulders, she gently walked her copy towards the cell with the others. Her copy went silently, she knew she was beaten just like the rest of them. Y/n turned towards the rest of them, “if I had to guess, in tall-man years I’d be in my 50s.”

“Fascinating.” Laios gaped. He began speedily writing down this new information. A happy look on his face. 

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“-you are just fascinating.” Y/n giggled as she listened to her husband’s sweet words. They both sat on their new couch, within their new house. A bottle of wine sat between them, their children asleep in their bedroom.

“You’ve been saying that for the past half hour.” Y/n retorted. “What is up with you tonight?” 

Ferrfrank smiled, he sipped at his wine and set the glass down. He turned towards Y/n, “I’m hoping I can get you to fall in love with me again.” 

Y/n paused for a moment. Her brows furrowed. And then they relaxed, her expression turned soft and pitiful. She set her own glass down, and then faced Ferrfrank, “Oh honey,” her hand touched his face, rubbing her thumb against his cheek, “I’m sorry.” A deep sigh escaped her lips, “there is no again, I loved you once and I will always love you.”

“But you don’t love me now.” Ferrfrank finished. He grabbed onto her wrist as she held his face. He held her there, savoured her touch. 

Y/n kept her hand on his face, no intention of removing it anytime soon. She smiled sadly at him, “you don’t love me either though.” 

“No. I once did. I loved you for all these years, but once I realized that I was loving someone who loved another, I knew I had to stop.”

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Beginning of More

Summary: Two best friends in a dungeon. They might kiss.

Word Count: 2,236

Warnings: fluff, secret mutual pining, brief mention of dead husband, mention of kids, Chilchuck and Reader being besties, sneak peak into matchmaker Marcille

A/N: I was thinking of making this into a little mini series or adding the other parts to this draft when I have them. Let me know what you think and enjoy! Edited and Proofread

Y/n and Chilchuck have been best friends since forever.  

Having grown up in the same village, the two of them spent most of their time together while they were young. Moreover as they grew older, so did their friendship; they had been the best man/maid of honor at each other's wedding, first ones there after the birth of their children and became the god parents to said children. They moved away from home and started the half-foot union together and began adventuring. It was very unusual for adventuring parties to get one without the other.

The two were thick as thieves. Always there for each other. 

So when Chilchuck had been introduced to Laios’ forming party, it was no surprise when Y/n also signed a contract with them as well. Starting together and ending together, that is the way both half-foots worked. Always going where the other leads. 

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Marcille’s favorite genre of books are romance. Where a princess gets swept off her feet by a prince and they fall madly in love. Or when two people are forced to go on an adventure together only to realize that they began to fall in love during the journey. She couldn’t get enough of them, which had caused her to strongly lightly project onto others, specifically the two half-foot party members that seem to be insanely close with one another. 

It wasn’t hard to see the natural pull the two of them had with each other, or the instinct of making sure that one is safe after a battle with a monster within the dungeon. Marcille would catch glimpses of the two of them leaving when it came to getting water or heading off to the bathroom. Just always making sure the other is safe. 

She knew they were friends beforehand, it wasn't hard to keep track of the infamous half-foot duo despite her not being the most well kept with rumors. She knew that they have history before forming the party. So as she watches them now, after deciding to go and rescue Falin, she knew it was much deeper than just friendship. 

Marcille’s main focus is rescuing Falin; but if she said getting the two together wasn’t a separate focus on its own, then she’d be lying to herself. 

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Chilchuck sat irritably on his bed roll, gaze locked onto the door for night watch. After spotting the mimic in the room over he knew something was going to happen. Mimics have never brought them luck before and it sure as hell wasn’t going to bring them luck now. 

With an irritated huff, Chilchuck felt his stomach growl with hunger. “My stomach’s gone soft on me. I used to go two days without eating.” He reached for his water skin only to find it empty. Chilchuck huffed to himself, before instinctively reaching for Y/n’s water skin, knowing she wouldn’t mind. He lifted it up to drink but only a few drops came out, “We need more water.”

He rose to his feet with the water skins in hand. He turned towards Y/n, calling out her name. She groaned lightly, only shifting in the direction of his voice, Chilchuck huffed before reaching over and shaking her. Y/n groaned at the forced movement of her body. She turned her head, inhaling and exhaling deeply before speaking, “What is it hun’?” 

Her words came out muffled and they were laced with sleep but it still rang loud and clear in Chilchuck’s ears. The softness of her voice and the endearing name was enough to make his face blush red. He’s heard her call her late husband that or her kids or even his kids, but never has it been directed towards him and not once did he feel like it needed to be, but his heart still fluttered; his face still flushed. Chilchuck stumbled over his words, “I-I’m going to get some more water.” It was only a simple sentence and yet it was still hard to get out, her half lid eyes seemed to be drawing him in. Almost like she wanted him to stay. 

“Want me to come?” Y/n asked, lifting herself onto her elbows. Sleep clinging to her eyes. Chilchuck watched as she tried to fight it, but it looked like she was going to lose. 

“Nah, I’ll be alright. It’s only in the next room.” He reassured her, he stood to complete his task. As he lifted himself, Chilchuck gently nudged her head with his hand, giving the indication for her to lay back down, “I’ll be back. Go to sleep.” 

“Yell if you need, I’ll hear.” She replied, before allowing his nudge to force her to lay back down. Chilchuck watched as her breathing went even. He stepped out of the room, a single thought on his mind. 

“She looked really pretty.” 

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“Golly!” 

Y/n shot up from her bed roll; the sound of a voice waking her from her sleep. She scanned the room only to find Chilchuck still gone. Panic swelled, causing Y/n to quickly make her way towards the door. In her haste, she disturbed Marcille causing her to wake. Marcille only had a moment to watch Y/n swing open the door to their makeshift room and take down the hall. The elven woman then looked around the room and noticed the missing Chilchuck. She quickly sprung up from her bed roll and woke up Laios to come and help. Y/n heard the loud thump of a box hitting the ground behind her. She spun on her feet and saw the previously opened room was locked with bars. She rushed to the door trying to find a way to unlock it from the outside, standing in front of the bars Y/n saw as Chilchuck pressed the last brick before the gate opened itself. 

In his panic, Chilchuck didn’t register that Y/n was standing right in front of him nor did he slow his pace when he ran straight for her. Before Chilchuck could fully collide with Y/n, she quickly pulled the man into her once he was within reach, providing him a wider gap between the mimic and himself. Y/n watched as the metal bars slammed down onto the mimic's body, killing it. Y/n held tightly to the panting Chilchuck, just relieved that he was okay. She pulled back to assess him of any major damage, only to see the slight gash on his cheek. 

“I told you to yell if you needed help.” she rushed out in false anger, seeing his new scar.

“I had it under control.” Chilchuck laughed, knowing if he was patient enough, Y/n would’ve come running. Y/n smiled warmly even her false anger dispelled, she knew that he would figure out a trap like that in no time. 

The door to the room opened to reveal a sleepy Laios being dragged out by Marcille, her panicked expression matching the one Y/n had on seconds before, “I saw her run out like something was wrong! And Chilchuck isn’t in the room! He must be in trouble!” The small group looked over and saw the two half-foots conversing, Y/n taking off the pouch on her leg to reveal a couple of needles and thread, Chilchuck following suit.

Laios and Senshi stared at the dead mimic on the ground. “Whoa! You bagged a mimic! Nice going!” 

Chilchuck groaned, sitting back as Marcille gave him a once over with her healing magic. “Thank you.” 

Y/n shook her head in disbelief before assessing his green neck warmer. Seeing how much she can sew right now, before having to add more fabric to it. “I can sew most of it, but I’ll have to add some of the spare fabric I have.” 

“Thanks, you’re a lifesaver.” Chilchuck commented, happy he could keep it for one more day. Seeing his happy smile caused Y/n to share a smile of her own, his relaxed nature making her heart flutter. Knowing he was only this level of relaxed with the two of them, their small bubble yet to pop even with the rest of the party around them. Even with the small trickle of blood on his face, Y/n couldn’t stop the thought that passed through her head. 

“He looks so pretty.”

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Marcille silently observed the interaction between the two half-feet. She always had a leading suspicion that they held some sort of feelings for each other, but seeing the way they’re acting almost like it was only the two of them within the dungeon, Marcille knew it wasn't her imagination. 

She could see that the two of them held the other close to their hearts, but seeing how close would be the fun part. 

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Y/n watched as everyone settled around, ready to eat the dinner provided for them. She was a couple stitches away before Chilchuck’s neck warmer was finished. Which was about the time everyone's portions began to be served. Chilchuck sat next to her, holding the other end of the neck warmer so she could sew it more easily. 

Marcille continued to munch on her piece of the mimic before turning towards the duo, questioning them. “If you knew the mimic was in there, why didn’t you tell us?” 

“Because I’ve had nothing but bad experiences with them. The last thing I wanted to do is deal with another one.” Chilchuck grumbled. He flicked his gaze towards Y/n only to see she had finished mending the fabric and was folding it up to place it next to his pillow. “Anyways, I made a lot of bad decisions.” 

Y/n hummed in agreement, eating a piece of mimic as Chilchuck continued to talk. “The first was panicking thinking the mimic would eat the treasure insect.” 

“But mimics don’t eat treasure insects. Treasure insects eat mimics.” Laios announced. His small explanation going over the irritated Chilchuck’s and the amused Y/n’s head. Chilchuck grumbled as Marcille tried to pat his head, only for Y/n to slap her hand away. 

“You know he doesn’t like to be coddled.” She said simply. “It makes him feel like a kid.” She finished her plate of food and placed it down for it to be washed later. Marcille ignored her  words and turned her attention towards Chilchuck. 

“Tell me how old you are and I’ll never do it again.” Marcille compromised, “what happened to you today only happened because you wanted to be so secretive. Now come on and tell me how old you are.” 

“Fine.” He grumbled. Hoping she’ll keep her word. Marcille’s eyes sparkled, before turning towards Y/n. Her face held an expecting look, almost like she was waiting for her to share the same details.

“What? You never asked my age. I would’ve told you if you just asked.” Y/n answers simply. It was true. She never hid anything about herself, like Chilchuck did. Just no one was interested enough to ask, or they didn’t think to ask since Chilchuck always refused to share anything and everyone always assumed that she was the same way. 

“I’m turning 29 this year.” Chilchuck grumbled out, seeing Marcille’s eyes land on him expectantly. 

She groaned at the information, expecting to hear an age older than the one she got. “Man you’re just a kid after all.” 

“I thought you were way older than that.” Senshi said. Y/n laughed at their reactions, knowing that other races don’t fully understand half-feet life expectancy. Especially races with longer lives. 

Marcille watched Y/n chuckle at the scene in front of her, before lighting up, “What about you Y/n? How old are you?” Marcille asked. Excited that she’ll get the answers to some of her questions. 

“Me? I’m 30.” Y/n answered casually. Watching Marcille’s excitement withered slightly. 

“Really? You guys are so young.” Marcille huffed, leaning back onto her hands looking at the ceiling. 

“Okay then! How old are you guys! All other races look like kids to you ‘races with long lives’!!” Chilchuck shouted. Y/n laughed at Chilchuck’s faux anger. Knowing he was more irritated than actually upset. 

“There, there, Chil, those lifers will never understand our day to day struggle.” Y/n joked, watching as Chilchuck fumed silently sitting down and crossing his arms. She thought that steam was going to pour out of his ears. “Come on guys, we should rest a little more before we start moving again. Especially since not everyone got a chance to sleep.” 

Marcille watched closely as Chilchuck’s body seemed to instantly relax once Y/n began patting his shoulder and how Y/n’s touch lingered for a second more before she moved and began reassembling her bed roll closer to the new circle the group had formed. 

The party grumbled in agreement before dimming down the fire and getting back into their bed rolls. Most fell back to sleep almost instantly. Y/n turned over, now face to face with Chilchuck. She reached out slightly and tapped his arm with her fist. Not enough to hurt, but enough to convey her displeasure with him, “Don’t go anywhere without me next time, got it?” 

“Yeah I got it.” Chilchuck replied, tapping her arm in return. They two adults shared a smile before dozing off. Resting until they woke up naturally to continue moving down.

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Too Good for Me

Summary: Chilchuck loves his wife, but he thinks she's too good for him.

Word Count: 1,944

Warnings: a little angsty, maybe ooc Chilchuck, half-foot reader, one curse word, fluff near the end

Within the half-foot community, everyone knows that Chilchuck Tims and Y/n L/n were meant to be. Both of their parents having lived close to each other, the once small children grew up together. 

Playing tag as small children, turned into shy hand holding and blushy kisses. Chilchuck adored Y/n with all his heart, nothing could stop him from coming home to her, not even the dark dungeons he found himself in. While Y/n believed that Chilchuck was her whole world. Having loved him since they were kids, Y/n only wished for her Chil to come home safe and sound to her. 

Their love continued to bloom throughout the years, having married young and created a family, the Tims couldn’t be happier. 

Chilchuck loves his wife. He’d do anything for her, he’d do anything to keep her happy and smiling. Shining like the sun, even if it meant she’d shine with someone other than him. 

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Y/n could tell that something was bothering her husband. 

It didn’t take much, especially since he was so easy to read. She watched as his brows furrowed and his nose wrinkled. His lips were slightly downturned as well, completing his ‘mr grump face’. 

With careful footsteps, Y/n approached the chair her husband was currently occupying. Once behind, she slid her arms around his shoulders and kissed the side of his head, “Good evening, Mr. Grump, would you happen to know if my husband was available.” Having felt the slump of his shoulders and hearing his defeated, albeit amused, sigh Y/n knew she temporarily soothed the twister of thoughts running through his mind. 

“I’ll ring him in for you Mrs. Y/n.” the auburn haired man jokes, before turning his gaze to catch the loving eyes of his wife. “Hello sweetheart.” 

She pecked his lips lovingly, “Hi lovie. Is something the matter? It’s been a while since the ‘grumpy face’ has come out.” Y/n voiced. A wife can’t help but be concerned for her husband, especially since he works dangerous jobs just for them. 

“Everythings fine, just thinking about a request of some sort.” Chilchuck smiled tiredly. His mind has been reeling about what one of his party members asked. While departing from the dungeon, Moslie, had caught the small huff Chilchuck exclaimed about seeing his wife after so long.

It didn’t take much, to cause Chilchuck to rant and rave about his wife back home. The group laughed and poked at the pink faced half-foot. Making him swear he’ll bring her to the tavern to meet them. But after sobering up, Chilchuck didn’t want to follow through anymore. His work and his life were two separate things. 

He wanted to keep them separate for as long as he could, but knowing that the moment he mentions it to Y/n, her radiant smile will kill all the courage to tell her nevermind and not have them meet at all. 

“Anything I can shoulder with you.” Her sweet voice pierced through Chilchuck’s thoughts. Her nose nudged his cheek, her arms still loose around his neck. The phrase ‘with him’ caused his heart to stutter. Knowing that she’d carry his problems with him, knowing that she’d support him with anything. Knowing that she’d be at his side forever, made the decision harder and harder. 

Chilchuck would be with her and carry everything with her until their skeletons turned to dust, which is why he wants to keep her all to himself.

Her smile alone makes the sun burn with envy. Anyone would be lucky to have her. 

And he wanted to stay lucky. 

But knowing that the smallest meeting with his party would cause even the stars to shine brighter with jealousy with how much she’d beam. Chilchuck had no other option but to lift his half of the world into her awaiting hands. 

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Chilchuck sat silently at the table within the tavern. He watched as Y/n floated around, speaking excitedly with all members of the party. Even chatting with the wives that they’ve brought along. Her excitement almost made everything worth it. 

Almost. 

The auburn haired half-foot watched as his Y/n blushed red at something said to her. She then became bashful and her smile turned into something heart stopping. She looked away, before catching the eye of Chilchuck, then looking back again. A mutter of a response before Y/n excused herself for the conversation to talk with another member, luckily a woman this time. 

Chilchuck watched with insecure eyes, feeling like his greatest nightmare was happening before him and all he could do was watch. He hated being a part of a scene. Having everyone stare at him, waiting for his next comeback or action. And within the full tavern, that was surely the outcome. 

So he drank instead. 

Not enough to get him hammered and stumbling but enough to where his wife would always choose him. Enough to quiet the insecurities just for a moment. Enough to trick himself into believing that he was enough for Y/n, that she would never leave. That she’d want to spend the rest of her life with him. 

And it worked, until it didn’t. They always came back and it was getting harder to fight them. 

So he let them win and kept drinking the night away.

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The walk back to their little home seemed much longer than necessary. Almost like all the paths taken have stretched themselves while two were away. Chilchuck walked the path silent. His head hung low, the alcohol continued to flow through his system. 

The half-foot refused to look towards his wife, not wanting her to see his defeated expression. Chilchuck knew since childhood that Y/n was too good for him. That his grumpy and sour nature wasn’t worth her sticking around. He knew that he dulled her and just tonight, his thoughts were confirmed. 

She practically glowed all throughout the night. Her bubbly nature was addicting enough, Chilchuck almost didn’t need a drop of alcohol for the night. But her glow, directed at all his party members, made him feel sick. Seeing her bounce and laugh joyously, seeing her blush and dance with them just told Chilchuck that she’d be happier with someone other than him. 

How could she love a grump like him? How can she stay and wait for him for days on end? How could she simply be happy? 

Chilchuck grumbled to himself, reaching the door of their home. The man made quick work with the lock and entered, leaving it open for his wife that was tailing right behind him.

Y/n walked through and saw as her husband grabbed one of the wine bottles stored in the cabinets, taking a large drink and sitting himself at the table. She watched as he grumbled with himself. As if he was in an argument of some kind. 

His body language saying to leave him alone. That he wasn’t in the mood for any human interaction. 

But she took a tentative step towards him anyway. She moved her body to lean against him anyway. She wrapped her arm around his head to keep him against her anyway. She wrapped her other arm over his shoulder anyway. 

She held him anyway. 

And she continued to hold him as he cried.

Chilchuck gripped onto Y/n’s arm, making it so she can’t let go. So she can’t leave. He wanted to push her off, tell her that he wasn’t good enough, break her heart so she could leave and be happy with someone else. Someone who’d make her shine and laugh and dance. Someone who can talk about his feelings. Someone who’d take her on dates everyday. Someone who’d give her flowers and tell her they love her everyday. 

Someone who isn’t him. 

“You deserve better than me, Y/n.” his voice came out meek. Like it was painful for him to even say the words in the first place. Y/n looked at Chilchuck with bewilderment, not believing he’d even say such a thing. All her love for him was ready to pour out, but the tightening grip on her arm silenced them. 

“I’m a grumpy old man, who’s gone all the time. An old man that’s bitter and emotionless. I don’t even tell you I love you. I don’t bring you gifts or flowers. I never talk about work or anything else and you just met my co-workers after 2 years of me working with them.” Chilchuck ranted. His tears continued to fall, voice weavering between words. His hold still tight, no matter how much he believed he wasn’t enough for her, Chilchuck wanted her to stay right there, needed her to stay with him. “I’m a lousy husband and barely a good enough father. You don’t need someone like me holding you down.” 

Y/n dipped her head down, lay her forehead against Chilchuck’s crown. She breathed deeply before speaking, “I no longer feel pretty. I’ve outgrown my gowns, and I feel fat. Our daughters prefer their father over me. I think I’m a terrible mother, and they don’t love me as much as they love you. I say home, waiting for my husband because he’s the only thing that makes me smile anymore. But even then, I don’t think I’m pretty enough for him.” She rose her head and turned his until they were meeting eye to eye. Y/n took in his slightly red nose, the tears within his eyes and the water path the previous ones made. Her gaze softened, tears of her own welling up in her eyes, her hand coming up to cup his face, wiping them away. 

“But seeing the way he looked at me tonight. Like I’ve given him life, was enough to show me that he loves me as much as I love him.” She leaned down and rested their heads together. Chilchuck closed his eyes, taking in her warmth. “And god I love him so. His beautiful eyes and sweet smile. His warm embrace and powerful kisses. His grumpiness in the mornings, that always softens when I cuddle him. His loving words and sweet gestures. It makes me swoon every time. I love him dearly and deeply. And nothing could change that, nothing could make me stop loving you Chilchuck. Not when we were kids and definitely not now.

“I don’t need gifts or flowers. I don’t need you to tell me you love me all the time. I don’t need to know about work and I could’ve gone a whole lifetime without meeting your friends because all I need is you. You in my arms, your kisses on my lips, your life entangled with mine.” 

Chilchuck slowly pulled away, looking into Y/n’s eyes. All he could see was love and adoration, like he hung the stars themselves. 

“I love you Chilchuck Tims. And I know you love me. That’s all I need.” 

Chilchuck crashed his lips to hers. Pulling her into a searing breathless kiss. Y/n kissed him back just as hard. Trying to suffocate all of his own insecurities to make them die with her love alone. Chilchuck pulled her onto his lap, holding her close as he continued to kiss her breathless. 

Within this moment, Chilchuck believed himself stupid for wanting his beautiful wife to find someone else. Stupid to think that she’d even think of going anywhere without him. 

Stupid to believe that she didn’t love him the way he loved her because at this moment he’s drowning within her love and he’d die right there. 

Because loving her was lucky. 

And he was fucking lucky.

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Magic Hands

Summary: Chilchuck is having trouble sleeping, Y/n's magic touch just might be the answer.

Word Count: 1,531

Warnings: fluff

Y/n was a touchy person. 

The party was well aware of this statement. Especially since they have been on the receiving end of their affection. Y/n never took it too far, always being mindful of everyone’s boundaries and their comfortability at all times. 

Marcille loved Y/n’s hugs and headpats, the (race) was always warm and gentle, squeezing just the right amount to where she felt safe. Laios found their playful fighting or their lighthearted shaking endearing. The tall-man was rambunctious at heart, so having someone to ‘play’ with allowed him to be serious at times of need. Senshi appreciated their pats on the back. It was their way of saying ‘thank you’, something he appreciated since he also wasn’t great with words or expressing himself. 

So it was no surprise that when the moment came and Chilchuck had started to become open with the party little by little, Y/n took a small chance. 

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It was ‘late’ into the night. Laios had suggested that they camp for the night seeing as they had just reached the 6th floor of the dungeon. They set up camp and Senshi began dinner.

The party conversed lightly, talking of plans within the dungeon or things that needed to be gathered. Y/n and Marcille chatted with each other, Marcille talking about a book she read a while ago, while Y/n softly combed out her hair. 

They listened intently, making sure to ask questions to show the elven woman that they were paying attention. Senshi called them over, having finished dinner. The party had gathered around the fire with their food and began eating. The group ate in relative silence, a small comment here and there but silence nonetheless. 

Y/n and Chilchuck assisted Senshi with the dishes of the night, as Y/n was drying a bowl they lightly nudged the half-foot getting his attention. 

“You doing alright? You seem a little more tired than usual.” Y/n asked. They’ve begun to notice a slight lag in his step, not enough to cause him to misstep while disarming traps, but enough that his normal walking pace was a lot slower. 

“Yeah, just haven’t been getting enough sleep.” Chilchuck quietly shared. Sharing his feelings and struggles was still new, especially since it was something as simple as sleeping. 

Y/n hummed in acknowledgement, trying to find a reason for his current dilemma, “Is it nightmares?”

“No, I’ve already checked.” His voice was filled with defeat. Every night he looked within his pillow for the small monsters. He even ‘borrowed’ Laios’ monster book to see if there was another type that caused sleepless nights. “I even tried to look for another monster to see if they caused the same thing, but nothing.” 

The (hair color) could tell that he was exhausted. It wouldn’t take long until the rest of the party noticed and when they caught on, all they would do is try to pressure Chilchuck into telling them everything that was going on, or try and take over work which would frustrate the half-foot more than him not getting enough sleep. 

Y/n knew that he liked his privacy and that he liked to be able to carry his own weight, not relying on anyone to do it for him. They hummed in understanding, before offering a small solution, “I could try and make a tea for you. I’m sure I have something that causes sleepiness.” 

Chilchuck turned his head towards Y/n, “there’s no need for you to do that. I’ll manage.” 

Y/n tried to counter his statement, but they’ve both finished the dishes and Laios called them over to draw straws for night watch. Chilchuck dismissed himself, walking right over towards Laios and the rest of the forming group. 

Y/n watched in defeat before following behind. The group all grabbed their stick before pulling them. Each stick had a number, which decided the order. 

Y/n had gotten first watch. Followed by Marcille, Senshi, Laios, and Chilchuck. They watched as the tired man’s shoulders slumped in relief. The rest of the group began to set up for the night, with Y/n getting comfortable for watch. 

Marcille set up to their right, while Chilchuck claimed their left. Senshi and Laios closed the small gap, and a light fire was set in the middle for warmth. It didn’t take long for most of the party to fall asleep. The elven woman made sure that Y/n knew she was next.

With amusement, the (race) lightly patted her head and wished her a goodnight, disspelling her worries about making sure they followed the order of the lots. 

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An hour passed when Y/n began to hear the ruffling of covers next to them. They glanced over to see Chilchuck slightly tossing and turning within his bedroll. Trying to get comfortable again.

Y/n watched as he rolled over a few more times, before setting their journal down. They had a feeling they should’ve made the drink anyway. Slightly moving closer, Y/n would see the frowned brows of the locksmith. They lightly pressed onto his pillow to see if a nightmare had crawled in during the watch, but it was completely soft. 

The (hair color) quietly huffed to themselves, but an idea struck.

This wasn’t the first time Y/n’s dealt with a sleepless night, especially when it was someone else. Before, when Marcille had become restless, Y/n would lightly run their fingers through her hair, lightly scratching her scalp in the process. 

The elf would always fall asleep immediately, almost like Y/n had pushed the insomnia away with their touch. 

Hesitantly, Y/n reached out to Chilchuck’s hair, they knew he wasn’t the most open to physical touch and the last thing Y/n wanted was to make him uncomfortable. Before their hand connected, the (race) whispered lightly, trying to not disturbed the others, “I’m sorry if I make you uncomfortable by doing this.” 

Even though Chilchuck tried to grasp onto the little remnants of sleep, his senses began to wake slowly. His hearing always being the first one. He had heard the ruffling next to him, knowing that Y/n was most likely still on watch, then it went quite their steady breathing being the only thing he could hear. 

Then, their apology. He was confused about what they meant, but the feeling of fingers pushing back his hair and nails lightly scratching his scalp had answered him loud and clear. 

Y/n’s touch was soft and delicate. They made sure not to press too hard or scratch too deep, making it soothing enough that it was like a massage. Chilchuck had half a mind to push them away, but his forced closed eyes became heavy. His body was relaxing, and his mind was calming down. He sagged deeper into his bedroll, having to actually fight the sleep to continue feeling the heavenly sensation.

With the last of his consciousness, Chilchuck murmured out his thanks before falling asleep deeply. 

Y/n watched as his furrowed brows softened and his breathing evened out. They heard a light murmur of words, “feels nice.” 

Y/n continued to scratch his scalp, wanting to make sure he’d be in a deeper sleep before they removed their hand. Their movement almost hypnotizing, making sleep pull at their own mind, coaxing them into its warm grasp. Blinking the sleep away, Y/n slowed their movements until they came to a full stop. They then pulled their hand away, seeing as Chilchuck’s breathing became deep and constant. 

The (race) shifted back towards their own bedroll, they were going to continue with their journal, listing down all the findings within the dungeon. But an imaginary pull had coaxed them into moving their bedroll closer towards the half-foot. It took little back and forth between themselves, before lightly pulling it over. 

It didn’t make a drastic change, it was just enough that if Chilchuck needed another round of coaxing, they were close enough to reach over. With a small satisfied smile, Y/n continued working, happy that they were able to assist with Chilchuck's dilemma after all. 

Bonus: 

After the switch over, it took Marcille a little over an hour before she noticed the two of them. She thought Y/n’s bedroll was a little farther than when she fell asleep, but now it made more sense. 

Once her eyes had cleared enough and her mind was fully awake, she saw how Y/n’s hand was perched within Chilchuck’s hair, and how his own hand was laying within the crook of their elbow, almost like he was trying to keep them from pulling away. If she looked closer, Marcille could see the look of content within Chilchuck’s features, almost like a missing piece was put into place just perfectly.

It took everything within her to not squeal in delight. From the beginning, Marcille believed that Y/n and Chilchuck would be a perfect match. Maybe it was all her romance novels, but his grumpy nature and their soft personality had her swooning with the idea. 

Marcille watched on, only thinking one thing, ‘I wish I could draw.’

[mxauthor]

So quick question before i request are you in any of the following fandoms:

Boku no hero

One piece

Blue Lock

Avatar the last air bender

Tokyo revengers

Inuyasha

Jojos bizarre adventure

Jujustu kaisen

Final fantasy 7

Yu yu hakusho

Devil may cry

Blue exorcist

Overwatch

Genshin impact

Street fighter

Mortal kombat

Undertale

Hunter x hunter

Sorry that's a lot, I'm casting a pretty wide net and crossing my fingers lol

I am in almost all of these fandoms except, Jojos, Overwatch, Street Fighter, and Undertale. But I am happy to do some research for characters within those fandoms.

[mxauthor]

Dangerously In Love

Summary: The long awaited return of your boyfriend makes you realize how in love you are with him. Dangerously in love with him.

Word Count: 776

Warnings: heavy make-out, second person pov, gender neutral reader, inspired by Beyonce's Dangerously In Love

A/N: I'm not sure how much of it makes sense or if it's even like logical. Literally just cooked this up 45 mins ago because i kept thinking about the 'dangerously in love' trend that was on tiktok like a month ago. But hope you enjoy nonetheless.

To say that Y/n was obsessed with Spencer Reid would be an understatement.

Well not obsessed in the bad way. But in the way where you’re so irrevocably in love with him that any chance you get you’re all over him loving him in the best way possible. 

Spencer had just recently gotten home from a 2 week long case in Nevada. The serial killer in question kept real close to his pattern and didn’t devolve until his main stressor had died. But in the end they had caught him and convicted him with no error. 

So when it was 10 pm on a Thursday and Hotch was kind enough to give them that Friday to rest Spencer had never been more delighted to drag his feet through his shared apartment to find you sitting on the couch watching reruns of Grey’s Anatomy he’s never felt more at home. 

He toed off his shoes to then place them on the shoe rack that came with you when you moved in. He then took off his messenger bag and placed it on the ground before rounding the couch to sit next to you. 

Now, you weren’t a profiler by any means. Just a simple bookstore owner, but you’ve always had a knack for knowing when your space wasn’t just yours alone. 

So when you heard the front door unlock and open, you knew that your baby was home. You listened to him settle himself back into your home before listening to him approach you.

Spencer looked amazing. He didn’t think so, but having missed him for 2 weeks you couldn’t stop yourself from drinking him in. Said man only meant to bend down and give you a few kisses, a greeting of sorts. But you, you didn’t want to let him go.

So when Spencer bent down from his tall height to kiss your lips, you were quick to pull him into you, causing him to collapse onto the couch to devour him. 

Spencer knew you missed him, the late night phone calls and the constant text messages were enough evidence to prove it. But he must have miscalculated how much you actually missed him. 

Your body had been angled on the couch so one leg was extended and the other was bent in half, but with the added person, your body had shifted enough to accommodate him to where he was pulled onto lap. Spencer was quick enough to catch most of himself from completely falling on top of you. 

But you couldn’t care less. 

Your lips continued to devour Spencer’s. Pulling his lips (mainly the bottom one) into your mouth again and again. Pulling oxygen in with every pull. Making it so he couldn’t pull away at any moment. 

Spencer, who had missed you just as much, kissed back with just as much force. His hand that wasn’t responsible for holding his body weight had cupped the back of your neck to angle your neck up a bit more so he could deepen the kiss. 

His tongue began to dance with yours as you slid your body down the couch so you could make the man you love place his body weight on top of you. He followed suit, leaning down enough to have his chest against yours. Spencer placed his free hand against your waist, grabbing the soft flesh there. 

You began making a move of turning over so you could look down at the masterpiece before you. Your hands, which had been wrapped around his neck and playing ruthlessly with his beautiful hair, dragged themselves down his chest. Feeling everything about him that you’ve missed. 

Spencer was the one to pull back enough to grab a deeper breath of air. His brown eyes glossed over with love. His lips were swollen and glossy. You continued to kiss him, the corner of his mouth, his cheek, his jaw, his Adam's apple, the sides of his neck, his collar bones.

His scent alone was driving you mad, the feeling of him just within your hold was enough to satisfy you. 

Seeing his face was enough to make your heart sing. To love him, to hold him, to feel him, to breathe him in, to live him. 

You were dangerously in love with him. Obsessed with him. Enraptured with him. 

You sat back on your calves. Looking and the beauty beneath you. His tousled hair, his swollen and glossy lips, his lidded eyes. 

Your Spencer, looking at you like you were a deity. 

Only for him to see the same look within your eyes. 

“I’m so in love with you.” 

So very dangerously in love.

[mxauthor]

Would you ever roleplay Spencer?

Role play how? Like head canons or something different. Because I'm totally up to making head canons

[mxauthor]

Not Of The Imagination

Summary: Spencer claims he has a girlfriend. Derek does not believe him at all.

Word Count: 1,614

Warnings: fluff, a bit OOC Derek

Derek Morgan is a ladies man. He knows how to talk to women, charm them into a flustered mess and get a number from them with ease. His charm is a weapon, something he knows how to use better than his gun. 

Spencer Reid is not a ladies man. He rambles people away and becomes flustered so easily that people think his skin tone is red. 

Derek Morgan is a charmer. Spencer Reid is the charmed. 

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Friday afternoon. Everyone was ready to go home and spend the weekend doing whatever they wanted. Weekend plans were the topic of conversation at the moment with the bullpen attendees.

“So pretty boy, where are you doing this weekend?” Morgan asked. A teasing smile playing on his lips. Derek Morgan wasn’t a bully. He was anything but a bully, however, he was a brother. And brothers are known to tease their little siblings to no end. And Spencer was lucky enough to become Derek’s little brother. 

 “There’s this Korean Film festival happening throughout the next week. All foods, music and movies will be played in korean. Which is exciting since my girlfriend had wanted to brush up on her language skills and I thought this would be a great surprise for her.” Spencer missed the look of surprise on his friends faces when the word ‘girlfriend’ had left his mouth. Especially Morgan’s face. 

“Girlfriend?” Emily questioned softly. She was still a bit new to the team, but this was the first time a girlfriend was mentioned, especially attached to Spencer’s name.

“Wait what! Spencer, you have a girlfriend?” Derek questioned in disbelief. It’s not like he didn’t think that Spencer couldn’t get a girlfriend, but it’s still a complete shock that the shy, can’t talk to college kids his age, stuttering mess actually has a girlfriend. 

“Yeah, Her name’s Y/n. We’ve actually been dating for about 3 years now.” The goofy grin that broke out onto Spencer’s face was convincing enough for the women. But apparently not enough for Derek. 

“Really?” Spencer could hear the disbelief in Derek’s voice. He knew that the proclaimed ladies man, didn’t believe that he ‘scored’. But Spencer really didn’t care if he believed him or not. 

He still had you at the end of the day, that’s all that mattered to him. 

“Okay, what’s her last name?” Morgan asked.

“L/n.” Spencer answered without hesitation. He had a feeling that some of the asked questions are going to be the same that his mother asked him when he confessed that he was seeing someone. 

Derek nodded, trying to look convinced. “What’s her-” 

Before he even had the chance to finish his next question Spencer beat him to it. “She’s working as a barista at the moment because she’s going back to school to be a teacher. We met when we were 20 and started dating at 22. She’s kind and patient. She also really loves me and we are talking about moving in together after she graduates with her masters.” 

The small group was stunned at the flood of information. Emily, JJ and Penelope all began gushing about his girlfriend, happy that their resident genius had found someone that is making him happy. 

Derek, happy for his brother, still didn’t believe him. The girl sounded perfect for him, too perfect. Almost like he had conjured her up. 

“Do you have a picture of her?” Penelope was the first to ask. 

“No, sadly. All the pictures we have together are taken on her phone and they don’t transfer well when she sends them to me.” Spencer explained. The women deflated a bit hearing his explanation. 

“How convenient.” Morgan muttered. Penelope was the one who heard him. She snapped her head in his direction, fixing him with a glare. Derek only held his hands up in mock surrender. 

The group slowly began to disperse when paperwork began to pile up on each of their respective desks. The new shift of conversation began to fizzle out. Everyone now began to focus on the important work ahead of them before they could go home at 6. 

Except for Derek Morgan. The new revelation, still fresh in his brain. The Spencer Reid, the boy genius that stutters when given a simple compliment, has a girlfriend.

He has to see it to believe it at that point.

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Derek didn’t get his confirmation until 3 months later. When he had almost forgotten that Spencer had claimed he had a girlfriend. 

A beautiful h/c had walked into the bullpen with a visitor badge clipped to her turtleneck sweater. She had a drink carrier in on hand and a plastic bag in the other. 

She stood near the glass doors, clearly looking for someone. A small frown appeared on her lips as the object of her delivery seemed to not be in the room. 

Morgan saw the contemplation on her face whether she was on the right floor or not. She took a step back towards the double glass doors, before Derek got up to give a helping hand. 

He calmly approached the pretty woman before calling out to her, “Excuse me miss, is there something you need help with.” 

The h/c turned at his voice, Derek could see slight recognition within her eyes. A small smile graced her lips before she spoke, “You must be Derek Morgan.” 

The named man furrowed his eyebrows. He had never met this woman before in his life, even if he had Derek would’ve remembered her face. 

The woman saw the confusion on his face as well as the slight guard he put up after she said his name. The h/c’s realization kicked in and her panic set in. “Oh no, I’m not dangerous. My boyfriend had told me a lot about you. Even showed me a photo of you. Well not of you but a group picture and pointed you out. And I’ve always been good at remembering faces. So when I saw you I just knew that you were Derek Morgan. Again I’m not dangerous.” 

Her lengthy explanation reminded him of the resident genius that was approaching the two of them. 

Spencer was very confused when he saw Derek Morgan speaking with his girlfriend of 3 years. He was even more confused when he saw her panicked expression and the slight wave of her hands as she tried to explain something. 

Spencer pulled open the glass doors to the bullpen and turned towards the interesting conversation that was happening. He didn’t get much of it, just the last bit where Y/n said ‘I’m not dangerous’. 

“What’s going on here?” The brunette male asked. He looked between his favorite people waiting for one of them to answer. 

“Oh, hello love. I was just coming over to see if you wanted to have lunch with me. I had a half day at work for class but then my professor canceled class last minute because he wasn’t feeling well.” Y/n had gestured to the food in her arms at the mention of lunch. 

She had swung by their favorite Thai place. Having not been there for a few weeks because of Spencer’s busy schedule and Y/n’s guilt for eating it without him. Spencer smiled widely at the offer of food and his lover for his break. 

“I’d love to honey. We can eat at my desk if you’d like.” Spencer offered. Grabbing the drinks from her to make the load easier to carry. 

Derek watched the exchange between them. Only putting everything together when you call Spencer ‘love’. 

“Holy shit she’s real.” He had meant to say it in his head. But the statement slipped out, causing the two of you to look at him with confusion. 

“You didn’t think she was real?” Spencer asked.

“Well, no. Just that she sounded really perfect for you so I had a hard time believing it at first. But then I met her and she literally reminded me of you.” Derek tried to explain but it didn’t sound all too convincing. 

Spencer and Y/n looked at each other before laughing. Y/n had just met Derek and he thought she was someone that Spencer made up. Their giggles made Derek feel stupid.

And that’s something he doesn’t feel often (not counting the times Spencer made him feel stupid). 

Y/n had calmed down first before holding out her free hand for Derek to shake, “Hi, my name is Y/n L/n. I’m going back to school to be a teacher but currently I’m working as a barista. I’ve been told I’m patient and kind. Spencer and I have been dating since we were 22 but we met when we were 20.” 

Y/n then spared a glance at Spencer before asking, “Same intro you gave him right?” 

Spencer nodded with a smile before kissing the crown of her head, “Yep same one you gave to my mom.” 

Derek looked between the young couple content on the evidence presented to him. Derek took Y/n’s hand and shook it giving a greeting of his own, “It’s nice to meet you Y/n. I’m Derek Morgan and I’ve become Spencer’s big brother. So don’t you go breaking his heart.” 

The toothy smile was answer enough, but Y/n couldn’t resist her response, “Wouldn’t dream of it.” 

Spencer had excused the two of them to go eat lunch at his desk. Spencer was happy that his lives were starting to blend together.

He’s especially glad that his favorite people were able to meet each other once and for all. Even though one of them thought the other was a figment of his imagination.

[mxauthor]

Overshare

Summary: Y/n and Spencer spend the night together after a long case. Next day JJ and Penelope hear all about it. 

Word Count: 2,147

Warning: implied smut, teasing Spencer, Y/n being a chronic over sharer, smooth y/n at the end, heavily inspired by Taylor Swift Wildest Dreams

Heavy breathing and moaning filled the air. The couple had been reunited for 4 hours. 

First hour was Spencer watching Y/n work about within her bookstore. The store Dreamy Books was closing for the night at 11 o’clock. After Spencer had gotten back to the BAU and filled out as much paperwork as he could before he left to meet up with his girlfriend. 

He called her and was told to go home and that she’ll meet him there if he wanted, only for him to refuse and show up at the store anyways. Y/n greeted him anyways and continued to close down for the night, saying goodbye to her employees and reshelving any stray books. 

The next hour they went to get dinner and head home, Thai being one of the only things that sounded good. And once they reached home, the two of them had set up to eat. Spence went and showered and Y/n set up their plates. 

They spent another hour eating and catching up on TV or what they had been doing. Y/n was doing most of the talking since Spencer didn’t want to talk about his case, claiming that it was a bad one. 

She mainly talked about business and having a friend's date with Penny and Jen. Spencer listened intently, happy to be home with his Y/n. His gaze was loving and longing, the unsub’s victims had looked like Y/n. It didn’t help that he could only call her at night, so he would worry all day. Spencer’s smart mind loved to play tricks on him, making him think that all the women were her. 

Y/n had reached across the table, grabbed his hand. She saw the far away look in his eyes like he was lost within his head. “Honey? Are you there?” 

Her voice was sweet, loving, something that he was all too familiar with. He squeezed her hand, coming back to the present. 

“Yeah, I’m here.” Spencer responded, glad to have his rock with him. He tried to sound convincing but it didn’t work. Y/n had gotten up and walked towards him. 

Spencer followed her with his eyes, she ran her fingers through his hair, scratching his scalp, making him hum in approval. He leaned into her touch, allowing Y/n to pull him into her. 

His sitting height makes him tall enough to have his head within her breast. Spence inhaled her scent, missing the sweet smell of her perfume. She knew that the case seemed to hit a little close to home. 

“As long as you’re out there taking down the bad guys, I’ll be safe.” Y/n reassured. Knowing particularly hard cases left him spaced. Away from reality, away from her. 

She tilted his head up, meeting each other’s gaze. Spencer’s gaze held love but now they held lust. Being away from his love made him want her even more. 

Y/n’s eyes mimicked his own. She leaned down and kissed him, the first was sweet. The next was also sweet but it had a need. A need that was not ignored. 

Spencer grabbed onto her waist, pulling her onto his lap. He was not going to let go, not for a while. 

The last hour was spent within the bed. Both of them satisfying the need that had built.

Y/n and Spencer had laid together wrapped up in each other's arms. Spencer had his head resting on Y/n’s chest, softly kissing against her skin. 

“Careful now, you might get me going again.” The tease was clear as day within Y/n’s voice. They both knew that they were too tired to have another round. 

“I’ll keep that in mind.” Spencer replied, his kisses didn’t cease, but they stayed away from her sweet spots. He was tired, he wanted to just fall asleep within her arms for as long as possible. 

Y/n kissed his head and continued to get comfy, she was glad that her Spencer is home. Glad that her bed is warm with his body in it. 

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The morning light shone through, the sage curtains still being drawn open from the day before. Spencer shifted in his position, not welcoming the sunlight. He reached towards Y/n, wanting to cuddle some more before the both of them had to start their day. 

As his hand patted slightly warm sheets he rose his head and watched as Y/n applied light make up in the bathroom connected within the master bedroom. 

“Hey baby. I tried to be as quiet as possible, hope I didn’t wake you.” 

“No, it was the sun. Where are you going?” Spencer asked, raising slightly. 

“Brunch with Jen and Penny. They were able to spare an hour or two before heading to work and Sophie is opening the store so I can be a little late.” Y/n rubbed her lips together after applying a gloss. She turned towards Spencer and smiled.

He smiled in return, taking in her pretty appearance. Y/n had kneeled on the bed and kissed Spencer three times before leaning back and grabbing her phone on the bedside table. 

“I’ll give you a text when I get there and when I head to the store.” Y/n offered, knowing how paranoid Spence can be. A lot of the victims that he’s seen have been plucked off the streets, he didn’t want that to be her. 

“Okay, I’ll text you when I get into the BAU.” Spencer replied. As much as he wanted Y/n safe, she wanted him equally as safe.

Y/n grinned at his response and grabbed her purse. “Okay, I love you and I’ll see you tonight.” 

“I love you more.” 

Y/n blew him a kiss and walked out, Spencer had caught it as he watched her go. He listened to the front door shut and then laid himself back down. 

Spence checked the time before closing his eyes. He didn’t need to be in the BAU until noon and it was only 10. He closed his eyes wanting to get a little more sleep before having to get up and start his day officially. 

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Y/n had walked into the small cafe and saw the two blondes at a table waiting for her arrival. Y/n thought she was late seeing that the two were already there.

“Oh, am I late?” Y/n asked, her voice sounding upset. 

“No you're not late, we had just got here. Penelope was first I think.” JJ said. Having known Y/n the longest, the woman’s distaste for being late is something she’s always had. 

“Oh good.” Y/n’s charming smile returned as she placed her purse on her chair and went to give each woman a hug. Penelope’s happy smile reflected her own as the two embraced. A squeeze and a sway was how they hugged. The two giggly at their reunion.

Y/n switched to JJ, careful of the baby bump that’s forming. The two shared a happy hug before the h/c moved to her seat across from them. 

The girls chatted happily about many things from Penelope’s knitting projects to JJ’s baby and how her and Will are doing as well as Penelope and Kevin. 

With the conversation of relationships in the air, both women turned toward Y/n and began the questions. 

“So you mentioned that you started seeing someone a while back,” JJ leaded, making Y/n aware of what they wanted to ask. “What’s he like? Where’d you meet?” 

“Is he good?”

“He’s kind and smart. We actually met at my store, he wanted to try something new, something he’s never read before. So I gave him a fantasy.” Y/n recounted a smile on her face when she remembered Spencer walking in looking lost and flustered. “He finished it in a day. I was so surprised.” 

The FBI agents listened intently to Y/n as she talked. Her happy smile made the two women smile in return. As JJ listened she remembered Spencer reading something during a small break. It was almost like he was drawn to it. 

“Awe, that's so cute. It sounds like a romance book.” Penelope cooed, but her previous question was unanswered and she was not going to give up that easily. “But is he good?” 

Y/n had intentionally ignored Penny. She didn’t want to share too much, but her persistence was annoying and admiral. Y/n flushed a little before she searched for an explanation that could satisfy Penny’s curiosity. 

“Well I’d say he’s real good.” Y/n grinned giddily, still slightly flushed. “We had spent the night together. His hands were in my hair, his clothes were in my room.” 

“No way!” Penelope squealed. It sounded just like a romance novel and Penelope wanted to get her hands on it ASAP. 

JJ listened intently, always wanting to know the latest gossip. She listened as Y/n described her boyfriend, disregarding the sexual details. Even though JJ isn’t a trained profiler, she can put things together. 

And what she found was equivalent to gold. 

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JJ and Penelope arrived at the BAU around the same time. Both of them discussed what had occurred at brunch, especially since the topic of their discussion had walked right into the bullpen just as they did. 

Spencer walked into the BAU looking at his phone. A smile playing onto his lips, he was texting a reply before putting his phone away. He looked up as he walked towards his desk. He felt the eyes on him only to see JJ and Penelope looking at him. 

His eyebrows frowned before he kept moving. Spencer became comfortable within his desk ready to do a work day. However, before he could even get his coffee JJ and Penelope had swarmed his desk. This caught the attention of Emily and Derek who were actually working. 

“Hey Penelope, didn’t you have fun at brunch today?” JJ asked, she was baiting him, seeing if he’ll put everything together himself. 

“You know what JJ I really did. Especially since we got to meet up with Y/n after so long.” Penelope said, playing along. 

It seemed to be working, Spencer’s head popped up at the mention of his girlfriend's name. He didn’t want to be so obvious but his mind worked faster than most, maybe even too fast. 

“Me too. And isn’t it great that the guy she’s seeing is so kind.” JJ continued, noticing Spencer’s change in posture. 

“She said ‘kind and smart’. That they met at her book store, isn’t that romantic.” Penelope recounted. 

Spencer now knew. He knew that the names of Jen and Penny were nicknames (like he suspected) and those nicknames were for Jennifer aka JJ and Penelope. His co-workers. His girlfriend’s best friend’s were his co-workers and he never knew. 

“Plus she said that he was good.” JJ teased. Spencer flushed, Y/n had a bit of a problem with oversharing. Not that he personally minded but when it came to others he preferred she’d at least keep some information to herself. 

“Yeah, they spent the night together too.” Penelope continued to tease. She saw his flustered appearance. Derek and Emily had caught on already. They watched with amusement as JJ and Penelope teased the kid genius.

This was way better than paperwork. 

“What did she say exactly?” Emily asked. She wanted to see how far this will go before he cracked. 

“‘His hands were in her hair. His clothes were in her room’.” JJ recited. Spencer’s flustered expression had grown even more. At this moment, he wanted to have never left Y/n’s apartment. That the two of them spent the day together instead of doing anything else. 

“What else did she say?” Derek prodded, amusement clear on his face. 

Before anything else could be revealed about himself Spencer spoke, “What was discussed between JJ, Penelope and my girlfriend should be private. So let’s leave it at that.” 

His tone was snippy, wanting to stop everything. The group laughed at his response, knowing he meant no harm. JJ and Penelope gave him a small squeeze of the shoulder and uttered an apology for the teasing. 

Spence waved them off before pulling out his phone and texting the topic of his teasing.

‘I love you so much but do you always talk about our private life with your friends?’ After he hit send, a reply came within 3 minutes. 

‘Sorry my love :( ’ Before he could reply another text was sent.

‘But at least everyone knows you’re my handsome man ;) ’

Spencer grinned and sighed lovingly at his girlfriend’s message, making the teasing almost worth it. His phone buzzed again and in came one more text, one that left him smiling for the rest of the day.

‘You’re something I’ll relieve constantly, like a wildest dream.

[mxauthor]

Creativity

Summary: Y/n is a photographer and Spencer is a great model.

Word Count: 1,135

Warnings: fluff, kisses, probably false statistics, giggly spence at the end.

November 4th. 

That was the deadline of when Y/n’s assignment was due. 

That date was one week away and she had no idea what the hell she was going to do. The whole class was given three weeks to complete the assignment and Y/n was running out of time. 

She’s an aspiring photographer.

Several of her works have been published in magazines and have won many contests. She even has a website dedicated to her photos as well as other young photographers wanting to pursue their passions. 

However, most of her clients don’t want an amatrue to take any of their photos, hence the course. Even though her boyfriend, Spence, has rattled off statics about not needing classes to become a photographer; it still made her feel better: more official

But now, her photography course is requiring her to submit new artwork instead of some of her old pieces. The professor said he ‘wanted to put their learning to use and catch something they’ve never thought of before.’ 

Y/n hated it. She was hitting deadend after deadend. Everything she’s shot is within her comfort zone, not new. 

With a loud groan Y/n threw her head back on the couch she was perched on. Spencer only rounded the end the moment she was looking up at their light tan ceiling. 

“Still can’t find anything?” Spencer asked. His tone knowing the answer, but wanting to be caring still. 

“Not a thing.” Y/n replied, enunciating every word in the sentence. Spencer looked at her with a sympathetic look. Knowing the frustration not being able to achieve something. 

He thought about the requirements of the assignment, having told him once she first got it. Spence wanted to help, he really did, but it was the first time he’s drawn a blank. 

“I have no clue what to do. All the photos I’ve taken are like the ones I’ve taken before.” Y/n raised her head and looked at her boyfriend of a year. “Nothing new, nothing that’s caught my eye.” 

“You know statically, most photographers set up their master photos. All of them have been staged and made to look candid. A lot of the photographs that I’ve studied since you’ve started your classes I’ve noticed that a lot of the items seemed to be perfectly placed. Just like it was made to be a photoshoot of some sort. While a lot of your works are within the moment, scenery or candid of people.” Spencer rambled. Y/n watched him intently as he talked, never liking to cut him off once he started, “So I believe that your professor is asking you to do something of the sort, to make a piece that you have to stage. I would suggest using someone that you are comfortable with, which will trigger a higher dopamine output as well as a higher serotonin that allows cognitive flexibility and an increase in mood.” 

Y/n looked at Spence. A sparkle within her eye that Spencer knew to be trouble. 

“Comfortable, staged and someone I know.” Y/n summarized, Spencer nodded along enthusiastically, always touched when someone listened to him all the way through. 

“Yep.” 

“Well then, pretty boy, I just found my client.” Y/n said, her eyes sparking with, what Spence can only describe as creativity. And lust. 

The nickname alone should’ve told him that he wasn’t going to like this idea nor was he going to be the most comfortable with it. However, when Y/n had jumped up from her seat and started to set up her equipment with a huge smile on her face, Spence couldn’t really say no. 

Y/n had placed one of their kitchen chairs in the living room (after she moved everything out of the way). Claiming that it was perfect. Her lights and camera were setup to where he supposed was his place in all of this. 

He watched with a little nervousness as he stood in a white button down and some black pants. He was demanded asked to change from his comfortable warm pajamas, into this more serious ‘photo worthy’ outfit. 

“Okay now, I need you to sit in the chair and I’ll be right back.” Y/n commanded, her voice left no place to argue.

So Spencer sat down. Patting his legs while he waited for the final piece of this photoshoot.

About 2 minutes had gone by before Y/n walked out, red lipstick painted on her lips. As well as a tub in her hand. If he looked close enough, he could see kiss marks on her hands, some more faint and one very vibrant. 

Spencer studied the way Y/n walked up to him. Almost like she was trying to seduce in a way. As she got closer, Spence could see a smirk playing on her lips. 

“What are you-” Before the genius could actually ask his question, Y/n had kissed him. 

His brain short circuited. His IQ is now at 60. 

It took a second before he kissed back, before it could get more heated Y/n pulled back. She studied the lipstick print on her boyfriend, liking how well it was placed. 

Spencer’s face had flushed, he stared at her surprised, trying to understand what’s happening. 

Before he could ask Y/n started talking, “The assignment is to do something new. To try and incorporate all of the lessons we’ve learned up into now. As you’ve said all of my past works were either scenery or candid photos. Something that has just happened or there for anyone to see. What I’m doing here is different. This is a photoshoot, not candid. You are normally sophisticated and well cleaned, however at this moment your unshaven and floppy hair. As well as dressed in something more date-casual.” 

Spencer tried computing everything that was said, only to realize what she meant. His flush grew a little as Y/n looked at him for a silent ask, him nodding his answer. 

She started to unbutton the top four buttons of his shirt. Spence started to grow even redder as Y/n started to kiss all over his neck, face and chest. 

He felt like he couldn’t breathe, all this attention and kisses making him hot.

But one thing is that he couldn’t stop smiling. Neither of them could. Y/n’s kisses varied in shape and size, trying hard to control the smiles on her face. Spencer giggled and flushed until she stopped. 

Y/n looked at the lipstick marks with a proud smile and a flush of her own. Giddy to take the pictures. 

“Okay hold still.” Y/n commanded, trying to capture him flush and giddy. 

Trying to catch her Spencer, the goof ball that’s in love with her, in a living memory.

[mxauthor]

I Will Find You

*NOT A SHIP POST BETWEEN SYLVIE AND LOKI*

Summary: All Loki Variants have one thing that can’t be taken from them. Something that the stars say is true. A soulmate. 

Word Count: 3,056

Warnings: sadness, (not really angst) mentions of killing/dying, implied smut, just all the Loki’s being soft. [Lmk if I missed any]

A/N: This is my first time posting on Tumblr so if it’s crap my bad. but hey, at least I did something. Also this was a random idea I had because of all the Loki fics or one-shots with Y/n and how all the Y/n’s help him and make him feel worthy. So bam! I hope you enjoy. 

This will contain LOKI spoilers for episode 5. This is your warning.

Tag: @gotta-love-alejandra 

The sound of Ravonna’s heels hitting the floor could be heard by the minutemen guarding the door. Which was also greeted with her throwing open the door to the time theater. 

With swift words Ravonna speaks, “Leave us.” 

The two men made synced movements while walking out of the room, per her request. Ravonna walked slowly towards the wall as the doors closed behind her. As she approached the correct wall she took out her replacement TemPad. 

She typed in a code, before the wall opened up to reveal the ‘gone rouge’ minuteman. Hunter B-15. 

The hunter looked up at the judge. Her skin tinted with the redness surrounding the cell she was locked in. A scowl on her face and a glare to match, “Why am I locked in here?” 

Ravonna returned her glare with a blank expression not even fazed, “You set the Variant free. You were disloyal to the TVA-” 

“Disloyal?” 

“Did you think you’d escape punishment?” Ravonna continued. 

“Disloyal to who?” B-15 pressed on. “You were in the Time-Keepers chambers. They weren’t real.”

“And you think that changes anything?” 

“That changes everything! The people need to know the truth,” B-15 exclaimed. 

“No, the TVA needs stability. And until we can figure out what’s going on, that is what it will get.” Raonna took a breath and changed her tone, “So you will tell me everything you know about the Variant.”  

“What exactly do you want from me?” B-15 asked, her voice done. She didn’t want to speak to Ravonna anymore. 

“You have a link with the Variant. I want you to tell me what drives her.” Ravonna got to the point. She wants to take this mistake down, and she wants to do it now. 

“Revenge drives her. Killing the Time-Keepers, but they turned out to be fake, in case you’ve forgotten. So she’ll be searching for whomever created them.” Ravonna downcasted her eyes. B-15 looked at her expression and scoffed. “This isn’t about protecting the TVA at all, is it?” 

“That doesn’t really sound like revenge, that sounds like spite.” Ravonna spoke, changing the topic. She didn’t want the ex-Hunter to find out her real reason for wanting to know. 

“Don’t you remember?” B-15 inquired. Another scoff laid behind her lips. 

“Remember what? What are you babbling about?” Ravonna interrogated. 

“The person we took from her. The only thing a Loki can have, their person.” B-15 explained. “And we killed them, to get to her. She’ll find them first.” 

“And why is that?”

“Because you only want it. She needs it.” A smirk was the last thing Ravonna saw on ex-Hunter B-15’s face as the doors closed again. 

Her angry footsteps were heard in the halls and she spoke to Miss Minute. Motivation seeping into every bone in her body. 

~In the Void~

As the Lokis and Mobius sat in their makeshift shelter Classic Loki asked Mobius if he remembered all of them. 

“You really don’t remember him?” He pressed, Alligator Loki gave a small growl. 

“I mean, the TVA arrested a lot of Lokis, but, no I don’t remember an alligator.” Mobius divulged, “Who’s to say that he is a Loki Variant. Just a long con, which makes him more likely a Loki. Always the game within the game with you guys. I respect that.” 

“Mobius,” Kid Loki called with a bit of hesitation in his voice, “when you get back to the TVA what will you do?” 

“I don’t know,” Mobius sighed, “I’d like for the people to know the truth.” 

“So just like that, you’ll turn your back on something that you’ve devoted your whole life to.” Classic asked. 

“It’s never too late to change.” Mobius voiced, his tone soft. It reminded the Lokis of someone. 

“Just like my Julie-Rose.” Classic reminisced.

“Who’s that?” Mobius wondered. He’s studied everything about a Loki, but nowhere did it talk about a person.

“Oh? Don’t you remember?” Classic asked, but the look on Mobius’ face made him continue nonetheless, “It's destiny, something written in the stars. The only thing that a Loki can have that is good, their person. The one who will always be by their side.” 

Mobius looked on at Kid Loki with an expression asking him to elaborate more. Kid Loki sighed and continued where Classic left off. “The girl, boy, or other that is made for us. In simple terms our soulmate. Someone we are given, that the TVA can’t take away.” 

Mobius nodded, understanding the special person. He silently wonders why the files in the TVA don’t talk about this person. The Loki’s only good.

Classic began to remember his person. How sweet she was. “My Julie-Rose found me on the planet I was on. She was the only one to keep me sane. We spent our years together, but she was normal. She died. And I was alone once more. When I was finally ready to leave, the TVA showed up.” 

Mobius listened to him, the urge to learn more about a Loki still strong. Kid spaced out, trying to remember everything about his boy. His face becoming foggy, like a distant memory. 

“I didn’t even tell him that I liked him.” His voice was soft, “He always told me that I was made for great things, that we were going to be side-by-side forever. But I was the idiot who killed Thor and thought I could get away with it. I never got to tell him. And I barely remember what he looks like.” 

Kid’s eyes glistened with unshed tears. The millisecond of pain and weakness almost missed by Mobius. He never knew that a Loki could feel this much pain, that they had a weakness and no one could know about it.

Alligator Loki growled from his place on the floor. A few seconds later Classic spoke again, “He says that his person was going to be his queen. But he made a mistake, and then she was gone. He could never return.” 

Kid shifted his gaze from the burning fire to outside their shelter. Tired of trying to remember his face. And his smile. And the way his eyes crinkled when he laughed. More tears built up, but he didn’t let it waver his voice, “I hope they know what they're doing.” 

“Mobius is so bad.” Sylvie stated as she and Loki sat outside in the cold wind. Her knees pulled up to her chest to gain as much warmth as possible. 

Loki beside her, taking in the cold winds, wishing for their warmth, “Or so good. I think that’s why we get along.” 

“He cares about you.” A shiver ran up her spine, the warmth she carved already a distant memory. She looked over at him, and he returned her stare. 

A gust of wind blew through, causing the both to shiver some more. Loki rubs his arm trying to reject the cold, while Sylvie embraces it. Like an old friend. 

“It’s cold out here.” 

“Mmm-hmm.” 

They both sat there, in silence, before Loki conjured himself a green and gold blanket. Sylvie stared at the blanket, a small smile present on her lips. 

“I could conjure one up for you, if you like.” He offered the same small smile on his face. 

“I’m alright, I don’t mind the cold,” She revealed, “but a new outfit would be grand, this one is very uncomfortable.” 

The wind blew through again. It embraced Sylvie again, the cold being accepted. Loki looked at her from the corner of his eye, a thought that has bugged him for a while refusing. “You’ve never told me the real reason behind taking down the TVA.” 

“What?” 

“Well you’ve said that you want to take down the Time-Keepers, and it sounds like revenge. But all they did was take you when you were a girl. I don’t see a lot of motive here.” Loki looked at the woman next to him. She was gazing at the distance. Her eyes held the same look his did, when he watched his life on a screen. When he saw them. 

“I wasn’t always alone. I had a partner, but the TVA took them from me.” She started, “We were running together, he found me while I was traveling through apocalypses. Wouldn’t leave my side. Turns out he was a Variant too, but got away just in time.

“It was just the two of us, we ran through apocalypse after apocalypse. We stole rest charges together. Our plan was to cause the total panic to sneak in and kill the Time-Keepers. But we got trapped, surrounded by minutemen. He gave me the TemPad, told me to run. Let himself get caught.

“I hid for three days. Waiting for him to appear again. Waiting for the minutemen to show, but no one came. He died for me, and alone I was again. No one but myself to rely on.” a breeze, a bit calmer from the other ones brushed against Sylvie’s cheek, like a kiss. 

Loki looked at her with sadness in his eyes. He was taken from his partner, he never really returned home. He never got to see their smiling face, he never got to hear their praises. He didn’t even get a kiss for his return. 

He conjured the blanket to wrap around Sylvie, having them share. She grabbed her end and pulled it closer. Accepting the warmth. 

“We were supposed to be wed on my return.” Loki began, “A nice little wedding, just us a few friends and Thor was going to officiate it. Just something the two of us could reminisce while setting up for the much bigger wedding for the whole of Asgard to see.

“They never liked being a royal, just wanted us to be happy and together. Nevertheless, they did it to make me happy. They would’ve done anything for me. And I was trying to take over the world for them. To have a throne fit for two rulers. 

“But I failed. And when I tried to return to them, I became stranded. Then the TVA came. Took me away. Showed me the life I would’ve had if I just stayed there. Showed me my death, but also showed me my spouse. And our children. And our life together, if I just stayed there.” Regret started to build up in Loki’s voice. 

‘Why couldn’t I have just stayed there.’ 

“Then we do this for them.” Her words shocked both of them, “And maybe there will be a timeline for us...” 

“To finally be happy.” Loki finished. 

“Yeah, to finally be happy.” 

Both of their minds filled with pleasant memories. Happy memories. The times they wish to be in again. 

The small group stood on the edge of a cliff staring at Alioth. Sylvie explains the plan. She then gave the TemPad to Loki, expecting him to use it. 

“I’m staying.” He declared before handing it to Mobius. 

“There is no way that this will work-” Sylvie tried to reason. 

“If you're doing this, then I’m doing this.” Loki cut her off, “Besides, they aren’t waiting for me. No one is.” 

“It’s happening guys, the branch will be right there.” Kid pointed out, his machine sounding off. 

Mobius made a Timedoor. Ready to leave. “I’ll give your regards to Reinslayer.” 

“Oh, please do.” Sylvie said amused. 

Mobius then turned to the three other Variants, “You boys want a ticket out of here.” 

“What? No, we’re staying here.” Kid said quickly. 

“This is our home.” Classic agreed. 

“You sure? What about Alioth?” Loki pressed. 

“We survived this long. We know what we’re doing.” Classic explained. 

“You’ve said it yourself. He isn’t waiting for me. No one is.” Kid spoke again, looking at Loki. “You’re going to need this for your journey.” 

Kid then conjured up a blade. Laevateinn. With care Loki grabbed the blade, and made a sheath to hold it on his back. 

“Good luck. I hope you find what you’re looking for.” Loki nodded in appreciation. The group of three split off, going to do their part of the task. 

Mobius made his way towards the door, before exchanging words with the two Variants that changed his life. 

“Looks like you got away in the end.” 

“I always do.” Loki stated. Sad to see his friend leave. “What will you do to the TVA?” 

“Burn it to the ground.” Mobius said without hesitation. Which received looks of approval from the two Variants. “Thanks for the spark. Well, see you later Loki.” 

Loki looked at Mobius’ hand, before pulling him into a hug, “Thank you, my friend.” Looking over Loki’s shoulder he whispered to Sylvie, “You’re my favorite.” 

They release one another and Mobius walks through the Timedoor, closing behind him. Leaving the two Variants alone on the cliff. They stared at the enemy, ready to face it. 

As the two approached the branch readying to face it, Loki ran off to cause a distraction, the branch taking too long. Sylvie started to enchant it, but Alioth shifted it’s attention to Sylvie, going to stop her from taking over. 

Loki ran over yelling at the beast. Trying to get it away from Sylvie before a green light shone.

There on the other side of Alioth was Classic Loki, producing an illusion of Asgard, so real that Alioth went towards it. The urge to consume it is great. But one thing about the illusion, is that there is a tiny cottage a few paces where Classic was standing. It looked warm and new, like someone kept it from becoming old. Like an old home. 

Loki met up with Sylvie looking as their old home was being made right in front of them. Just like they remembered. 

“GO!” Classic’s yell echoed towards the two. Sylvie grabbed Loki’s hand, he looked at her with surprise. 

“What are you doing?” He yelled. 

“We are going to enchant it.”

“I don’t know how.” He stated, insecurity started to peek through.

“Yes you do because we are the same.” She encouraged. Sylvie walked them towards Alioth. 

Alioth had gone straight for the tall Asgardian palace, but it disappeared before he could eat it. He then went for another building but it disappeared too. 

Classic struggled to keep the image, his strength not as strong as it was before. Soon Alioth surrounded Asgard and it began to fall, like it did before. 

Sylvie interlaced their fingers. Encouraging Loki more. His hand started to glow, enchanting it too. 

Classic falls to his knees. The Asgard replica disappeared faster as Alioth went towards the source. The cottage disappeared slower than the rest. Like it was burning down in a fire, taking its time to become destroyed. 

Classic stood once more, trying to use his magic again. “Glorious Purpose!” He yelled, laughing at the end. The cottage now gone, tears in his eyes. One lone thought before meeting his demise. 

‘Together again, my Julie-Rose.’

Then he was gone, only his helmet remained, rusted and old. Alioth turned quickly, heading towards the other threats. Roaring at them. 

Sylvie closed her eyes, concentrating harder. Loki followed suit. And in that moment, time seemed to stop for the both of them. They weren’t in danger anymore, they were safe. 

Sylvie felt a hand rub against her naked back. The soft sheets trapped the warmth that his body provided. She sighed at the comfort. His heart beat music to her ears. Light kisses pressed to her head and temple. 

“So strong, very, very strong.” He whispered, not wanting to ruin the mood of their little bubble, “So I know that you got this. I have total faith in you.” 

Sylvie moved her head back and looked at his face. His hazel eyes staring back at her. The millions of freckles scattered across his face were invisible  in the dim lighting. His black hair is messy, and his pink lips are still swollen. She teared up, now able to see his face much more clear. 

“So beat this damn thing, and come find me again. My Sylvie.” 

Her magic came out stronger. 

A warm breeze moved some of his hair. The warm sun on his skin was welcoming. Loki’s normal armor discarded for more comfortable clothing. A field of flowers and grass in his view, trees swaying with the breeze that’s blowing through. 

Gently an object is placed on his head, and a giggle fills his ears. Y/n moves over into his view. A flower crown on their head as well. 

“You look marvelous, my love.” Their tone light. Soft. Warm. Just like the breeze. 

“As do you, darling.” Loki responded with a smile resting on his lips. He held out his arms, Y/n moved closer to him, resting on his chest and looking out at the fields of flowers and grass. 

“Thank you.” 

“For what my dear?” Y/n asked. Turning their body to face Loki.

“For choosing me.” 

“I will always choose you. You know why?” They asked, even though they had no intention to let him answer. “Because you are fearless. You are brave. You are loyal. You are strong. Because you are Loki. And my Loki is loved, my Loki is handsome and beautiful, my Loki is human. My Loki can do anything.” 

Tears welled up in his eyes. The love radiating off of them is too much for him. They lifted their hand and wiped off the tears that fell without his knowledge. He leaned into their touch. 

“I love you so much, Y/n.” Loki’s voice soft. 

“And I love you.” They pulled him into a kiss, sweet and passionate. “Now, get that beast. And come find me.” 

His magic came out stronger too. 

As their enchantment combined Alioth froze in the air. It's dark clouds are now lightened with green. 

Sylvie opened her eyes first, a strong exhale left her lips. She looked over at Loki, his eyes still closed. A tear rolling down softly. 

“Open your eyes.” She requested. Slowly he opened his eyes, and saw what he did. Saw what they did. 

Former Alioth’s clouds parted ways revealing a castle of some kind. It looked old and abandoned. Sylvie looked at Loki, Loki looked at her. The two shared a nob and walked forward. Hand in hand. 

One lone thought as they approached their next challenge. 

‘I will find you.’