love your works! How about lokixreader (friends to lover). Where the reader decides to try to get over loki by going on a date because she thing loki doesn’t like her like that. So how loki finds out about her going out on a date and I’ll leave the rest up to you!
You Mischievous Little Thing | Loki Laufeyson x Fem!Reader
HELLOO!!! Thank you so much for this ask :3 I may have not written exactly what you were imagining, however I had a lottt of fun adding to this prompt. I also... wrote quite a bit more than I was expecting, the words just kept coming!! I hope you enjoy!! :D
Reminder, asks are still open <3
Masterlist | Marvel Masterlist
Description: Loki finds you on a date, with another man, wearing his colors.
Warnings: Slight NSFW content, no set timeline, jealous Loki ;), feminine reader, no use of (Y/N), slight knife play.
Word count: 3.8k
mea columba: my dove
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All Mother Frigga was not only known for being one of the smartest and beautiful women of Asgard, but also for the grand soirée’s hosted almost every other week. Typically they were hosted for events, however Frigga also loved to host gatherings for the sake of it, this being one of those times.
You had actually managed to get a date for this ball., and wasn’t an accident. Using it as an opportunity get your mind away from your childhood best friend - The Young Prince, Loki of Asgard.
You had recently come to the realization you had feelings for the man. You noticed your heartbeat would speed up at the littlest of glances, the smallest of smiles, the sweetest of looks.
How you had come to this conclusion was finding your cheeks the brightest of red in the mirror while allowing your mind to fall to the idea of the Prince. You cursed yourself that day, and cursed the God of Mischief for fooling you into these feelings.
You couldn’t help it however, his bashful smiles, his bright blue eyes that seemed to just do things to you - you couldn’t get him out of your mind.
And you knew, he did not feel the same way. I mean, he was Loki of Asgard, and you were you, of… Well, nothing really.
You had met him in the gardens when you were young. Your father was a nobleman on the war council and you had been visiting the castle for a few weeks when you had bumped into the boy. Immediately the two of you clicked, it was easy. You had the same curiosity for the world, the same mischievous and playful spirit, the same yearning to know more, to be more.
And now, centuries later, you lived in the castle. You had moved to the castle at Loki’s request, to help him with his studies to become the Crown Prince for when his brother finally was crowned. Now, you had a rightful seat at the war council - just as your father had.
It had been years of the two of you being side by side, you had become inseparable. Everyone knew it, everyone saw it.
You had both dated others, but nothing ever stuck for either of you. You didn’t mind, until you realized you had feelings for the Young Prince.
So now there you were, down in the Ball Room as hundreds of other Asgardians danced around you all the while awkwardly standing next to your date. Ironically, the only dress you had at the moment to wear was a dark green gown, laced with gold ribbon.
The man you stood beside wasn’t terrible, he was sweet, but just… Boring. It was nothing against him, he was handsome, but he didn’t get your jokes, your sarcasm, or even your compliments. It seemed he truly didn’t have a brain.
You smiled at him as he spoke about battle, in a dramatic fashion - explaining something about decapitating an enemy. You had stopped listening minutes ago, but yet you sipped your drink politely, letting your eyes wander slightly, looking for… Well you know who you were looking for. To your dismay, you had yet to see the blue eyed man.
So you moved your eyes back over to your date, whose name, you actually could not remember for the life of you. He had seemed to now be distracted by one of his friends who had come to speak to him. Seeing as they were now enthralled in a conversation, you took this as the best moment to step away.
You moved quickly, giving a quick muttered excuse to leave and moving carefully to the large banquet table. The foods and deserts upon the table made your mouth water. You reached for a rosatum, thankful for the sweetness that dissolved upon your tongue.
You let your eyes wander again, you watched as couples danced happily upon the dance floor, their lovestruck gazes never leaving each other’s. Your heart panged in an odd manner, was that jealousy? Yearning?
You didn’t know, and preferably, you didn’t want to.
As you were finishing one off of the many drinks you had tonight, you felt a pair of eyes studying you from afar.
You had grown a knack for sensing Loki from what felt like miles away. You were not one for magic, but his magic you could feel. You didn’t know why, you assumed it had something to do with the time you had spent together. However you didn’t mind, he wasn’t able to sneak up on you anymore - he had done it enough.
As your eyes snapped to his, a velvety feeling filled your lungs. A small smile crept up upon your face as you gave him a small curtsey, a running inside joke between you two.
You could see a smile creep up his expression as he bowed his head to you.
You could almost see his eyes graze your figure, but he was too far away to truly tell. Standing the upon golden steps across the room his aura bled confidence, that you could see from hundreds of feet away. He was wearing a beautiful dark green and gold suit plated with golden armor, a show of his status.
You wanted to wave him over, and you almost did - until your date grabbed your shoulder.
“You disappeared back there,” he smiled politely, pulling your attention, albeit begrudgingly, away from the Young Prince across the hall.
You didn’t see how his face fell.
“I apologize,” you smiled half-heartedly.
“I was just getting to the best part,” He laughed, his face red and flushed from alcohol, “I hadn't told you about the beheading!”
He did, a thousand times already.
You hoped your true emotions were not showing upon your face, as that would be quite rude. But truly, you could not stand to be around this man anymore. You had already listened to enough battle re-telling while on the council. You wanted to come up with some excuse to leave, maybe that you had fallen ill - but before you could even get another word out, the hairs on the back of your neck stood.
“Would you care to dance My Lady?”
You spun to the side, unaware of your date’s narrowing eyes upon the man now in front of you both.
“Loki.” you had almost gasped out in relief, he was finally here to rescue you from this horrid date.
His sharp features seemed to soften as they took you in, admiring the gown you had put yourself in. Loki’s eyes met yours again and his feathery gaze fell into an odd stoic wall you could not break through. He smiled politely at your date before holding out his arm for you to grab.
You took it willingly, wrapping your arm with his.
You didn’t even glance back to your date as Loki took you through the crowd, finding a perfect spot for the two of you to dance. You felt yourself become relaxed at the mere presence of him. His familiar oaky and leathery cologne invaded your senses, sending your heart into a frenzy of beats. His hold upon your arm was sturdy and powerful, almost as if proving something. You didn’t question it, happy you now had space between you and the man you were just with.
“A date?” The black haired man finally spoke out. His voice was solid, there was a strong lack of emotions behind his question, throwing you off.
You nodded.
“Y’know, Adrián is one of the stupidest Asgardians I’ve ever met.” He quipped. His tone was void of the typical teasing you were used to, but you smiled and laughed anyway, moving your body with his as you turned to dance with him.
“I realize that now, I actually didn’t even remember his name. I’m not sure he does either, he’s had enough mead for a lifetime.” You smiled, a genuine smile as you gazed up to Loki. Truly taking in his striking features. You had danced together time and time again before, however you always jumped at the chance to admire him. His hair was slicked back and styled, and his blue eyes almost looked green from the reflection of your clothing. “I think I could only handle the same story twice, and I have heard it enough already for a millenia.”
A small smile crept up to Loki’s face at your comment, but yet his stoic facade still stood between you and him. He spun you around once, stepping into place with the others dancing around you.
There was an odd silence between you two at this moment, it made you uneasy. Quiet was normal between you two - time spent together reading by the fire, studying in the archives, or even just spending time going on walks in and around the palace - but this quiet, it was different.
You kept your eyes on him as he failed to meet yours, “Is there something wrong?” You finally asked, your voice filled with genuine concern. You wanted to reach and brush the stray hair from his cheek back behind his ear, but you refrained.
Loki shook his head, licking his lips as he danced your body with his own. His eyes finally falling upon yours as he spoke, “It’s insulting for you to parade yourself out here in my colors, with your arm around another man.”
His words held a certain… frustration, that you could not decipher.
Your lips parted in surprise at his words, your eyes staying upon his as your eyebrows raised, “What?” A small nervous laugh escaping you.
His own eyebrow perked up, spinning you around with him as he scanned the crowd of people beside the group dancing, “Did you do it on purpose?” The irritation in his voice was certain as his eyes met yours again.
You had seen Loki frustrated before, angry even. However this was different - it was an emotion you had not seen upon the man. Your mouth went dry at the accusation, you were confused as to what he was implying - had you understood, you’d probably faint.
“I’m sorry?” You asked again, your voice still holding the nervous laugh from before. Avoiding his gaze you spoke again, “I do not understand what you are insinuating.”
While you failed to meet his gaze, you didn’t fail to notice the pink that seemed to climb up upon his neck. His own eyes flickering away from you to the crowd that surrounded you, he seemed… Nervous.
Suddenly, as if seeing something in the crowd - his eyes glowed with frustration once more before snapping to you again. He spun you around again, your gown glittering under the soft light from the chandeliers. Before pulling you close to his body, leading you two into a gentle waltz. The dancing had now become the background of your focus, giving Loki the authority to lead you was easy.
“Look at you, mea columba. You are adorned in gold and green.” Loki’s eyes scanned you up and down, a dangerous emotion flickering through his blue eyes. “You’re practically mine in those colors.”
Your eyes snapped to his blue ones in surprise. You opened your mouth to respond, but you had nothing on your mind to respond with, you were still mulling over his words in your mind.
Practically his.
You gulped as you closed your mouth, your eyes flitting from his eyes down to his lips, where a small smirk had begun to form upon them. Of course, he was playing a game with you, it seemed he always was. As your eyes met his again, you found the wall that was once there was now broken. You could see his frustration now melt into something different, confidence.
You hadn’t noticed Loki had led you both near one of the many exits of the ballroom. You now had stopped dancing, his arm still leading you two wherever he pleased. You looked around finally, seeing you had stepped past the beautiful archway leading you both down a quiet hall. You didn’t mind, the music was becoming overwhelming.
“It was the only gown that was decent enough for the ball.” The words tumbled from your lips haphazardly, it was the first response you could manage. You cursed yourself internally for drinking as much as you had. Deep down you knew that wasn’t the key to your flustered state, however it was easier to blame.
Loki’s eyebrow perked again at the excuse, leading you to an open isolated balcony looking upon the beautiful Gardens lit under the moonlight below. He turned to you, his arm unlacing with yours and taking a few steps away - keeping his eyes trained to your figure he spoke, “I thought you wore those colors for me.”
You froze, the soft chill of the wind sending shivers up your spine, or was that from him? You couldn’t tell. Swallowing thickly you moved to the edge of the balcony, looking down upon the gardens. Your nerves were on high alert, feeling his gaze upon you as you attempted to ignore him.
You couldn’t, his presence overwhelmed you in a way you couldn’t properly comprehend.
Wearing colors for him? Why would he care? Has he ever cared before?
You couldn’t recall a time where he had.
The silence enveloped the two of you, the only sound being the laughter from the ball room and the soft melody of music that echoed down the hall. Loki’s eyes fixated on you, and your own refusing to meet his. It was a silent battle of push and pull - a simple game which you knew you were losing.
You didn’t notice him pulling nervously at his fingers behind his back.
Knowing you couldn’t just let yourself lose, you pushed back. You felt confidence consume you, as you had played this game with him many times before. Straightening your posture you turned to him, your eyes finding his already upon your form.
They hadn’t left.
And finally - you spoke, bringing the silence to an end.
“I hadn’t realized you laid claim upon a color.”
As the jest fell from your lips, excitement flashed through the prince’s blue eyes. His hands falling to his sides as he moved closer. His body was now mere inches away from yours, you could feel the unusual cold chill from his body that you had grown to find comfort within. His hand reached to lift your chin, his eyes meeting yours.
It seemed as if lightning struck as they connected, your body tensed as the confidence you had just felt faltered for a moment.
A knowing smirk slowly made its way upon Loki’s face. “And anyone that wears it.”
Your breath hitched at the implication, your eyes flicking down his figure before meeting his eyes once again. You gazed at him through your eyelashes, your teeth finding your bottom lip as you returned his playful, smirk.
“Well,” You paused, taking your time to mull over your words as a certain heat rose in your lower half, “If I must, I may just have to - take it off?” You glanced away briefly, “If that pleases you,” you met his blue eyes again, “Your Highness.”
You lowered yourself into a curtsey, your head now below his abdomen. Before you could sink any lower, his cold hand grabbed your upper arm - pulling you back up to him. He was leaning over now, your faces just threads apart.
You could feel Loki’s breath upon your lips as he spoke, “Oh you mischievous little thing,” his tone low and rasping.
Lifting you and setting you upon the bench like railing of the balcony, one hand finding your lower back, his grasp the only thing between you and the gardens below sending a wave of adrenaline through you. His other hand - crawling up your leg under the flurry of skirts you adorned, your own hands finding his neck. He whispered finally, leaning over so that his lips now at your “You know I would like to do that myself.”
Stunned by his sudden actions, his declaration, and the closeness of the two of you - it had seemed as if you had suddenly lost the ability to speak. Your lips parted in surprise, his strong grasp steadying you just enough.
Your nervous gaze fell upon him - his attention fixated upon you. Your lungs shook as you took in a shuddering beeath, searching for the words to say, to continue this game.
But you couldn’t find those words, in fact, he didn’t even give you the chance to - as his lips were now on yours.
Your heart skipped eight beats at once and a small gasp escaped you. His kiss was hesitant at first, but when your eyes fluttered closed, and your hands found his hair, pulling him closer - as if giving him permission - he didn’t restrain himself any longer.
Loki’s hand on your lower back was now moving up to your shoulder blades, moving your body flush to his. The hand that resided within your skirts gripped your thigh tightly - as if he could sink claws into your warm flesh.
As he leaned closer, you broke away - your nervousness from being mere inches to the edge causing your momentous pause. Breathless and shamelessly warm, your lips parted, ready to warn him of your anxieties. His hungry eyes met yours and he spoke for you.
“You think I'd be so foolish as to let you fall?” He clicked his tongue teasingly as he spoke, “The only foolish thing I’ve done is let you be seen in this dress while not by my side.”
A wild glimmer flickered through his icy blue gaze, desperation clawed through them as they trailed down to your gown. As they flicked back up, the mischievous smirk you were used to took hold of his expression. You could see the gears turning in his mind - you knew his next actions would be bad news.
You felt yourself flush with amorous excitement.
Loki’s hand upon your back lowered once more - all the while still holding you sturdy - and his other hand loosened from your thigh. “We wouldn’t want anyone getting the wrong message now,” his eyebrow perked as he cocked his head to the side slightly, his tone low and commanding, but yet far from his usual Prince-like-regality, “Would we?”
You felt a cold sharp object graze where Loki’s hand once was. Your breath hitched as you heard the sharp ripping of fabrics.
Your eyes snapped down, your skirts now cut away, revealing your bare legs and a dagger gripped between Loki’s palm. As he conjured the dagger away in a fluff of green particles, feathery gasp escaped your lips at the sudden coolness of the breeze against your skin. His hand found your thigh once more - however much higher than he had before.
“Much better now,”, he pulled you against him and wrapped your legs around his lower half. His dangerous gaze never seemed to falter.
“Don’t you agree?”
You wanted to disagree, in fact you wanted to yell at him for cutting up such a beautiful gown. But hungry excitement flooded your veins.
“Loki…” You whispered out a warning. You wanted to say more, tell him that this game had gone too far - but the yearning for more clawed through your chest and down through your lower half. Something else told you this wasn’t a game anymore. Your tongue flitted over your lips - Loki’s eyes falling to them - watching as you bit back the words you truly wanted to say.
“Oh mea columba,” He practically groaned out - his voice coated with desperation, “As much as I love seeing you in gold and green, I think I’d much prefer you with nothing on.” As he spoke, his hand on your upper thigh crawled farther up - reaching the hem of your panties.
A soft whimper escaped your lips as his cold fingers played with the hem “If that pleases you, My Prince.”
As the words left you, his gaze shot to yours. His eyes glowed with hunger, so much so that even you could see that he was starving.
“What would please me, is the idea of you never wearing another man's arm -” He paused, his fingers slipping under the hem, his hand grasping the side of your hips. He lowered, his lips finding your jaw - you stretching your neck to give him access. The kisses started slowly, giving you time to move your hands around to his neck and lowering them further down his chest.
“However,” he began again - his lips now lowering down to your neck “You can wear my colors-” He stopped again, his teeth now grazing your collarbone, unbeknownst to you his piercing gaze stared up at you, “As long as I get to claim you as mine.”
You shuddered at his words, realizing this was not a game anymore. This was desire. Your hands found the back of his head once more, his once styled and slicked back hair was now a mess - his natural curls now showing through.
The goosebumps that raised on your flesh was telling enough for Loki, he smirked against your skin. Straightening himself into a stand, all the while kissing you feverishly up your neck and collarbone.
Tightening his grip upon your hip - hovering his lips just breaths away from yours he spoke, “Should we take this to my bed chambers then,” he paused, his sensual gaze now upon yours, “My lady?”
You gazed up at him through your lashes - your body warm with desperation, with the want - no - the need, for more.
“Please-” the plea was barely a word, but instead a hushed moan that you couldn’t control.
At the sound Loki’s eyes flashed - both hands now at your hips, lifting you from the railing. His arms wrapped around you, flushing you against him. You barely had time to register the green particles that surrounded you both, before your head was upon a pillow and soft silk sheets beneath you. Loki’s arm released you gently as he leaned back, now straddling you.
He whipped his hair back, brushing it away from his face as he took a steadying breath, his eyes finding yours again. You noticed he no longer wore gold armour, but just his shite undershirt and black pants that he wore underneath.
Your heart seemed to stutter as you watched him, his biceps flexing as he moved to unbutton half of his shirt. His sensual gaze looking you up and down, sending shivers through your spine, and velvet through you.
“Now,” He spoke finally, pulling your hands that laid at your sides up, above your head onto the headboard. His face now inches from yours once more, “Let’s get this torn gown off of you.”
Hello!!! It's been awhile ;) I just finally finished Loki S2 and I haddd to write something angsty, because apparently that is how I cope. I love Loki with all my being it might actually be unhealthy. Sooo requests are open!!! For any character on my ML. I finally got medicated so now I can actually complete projects? Crazy.
Master List
𝐋𝐨𝐤𝐢 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫
Song Rec - Sailor Song, by Gigi Perez
Warnings: Angst, Season 2 Loki Spoilers, No use of Y/N, Gender Neutral Reader.
Desc: Loki’s internal struggle while knowing what the right thing to do is. But how can he leave you?
Words: 739
SPOILERS FOR LOKI S2 BELOW
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What is it when people say, “Trust me,” that makes others immediately not want to trust them?
Loki didn’t know, and he didn’t think he’d ever understand it, especially due to the title he carried. The God of Lies and Mischief. He wasn’t one deserving of trust. He had always refrained from asking people to 'trust him'.
However.
The words came tumbling from his lips before he could think.
But, instead of laughing in his face at the pure absurdity of his ask. Your eyes softened. Your hands had reached for his face, brushing the sweaty hair away from his forehead. You had nodded.
You had given him your trust without a second thought.
“I trust you,” you had whispered, and his world stopped. It’s not like he hadn’t heard those words fall from your lips a thousand times before. But now, with zero explanation, zero communication, no promises, no plans, you had trusted him.
From nothing you had trusted him.
He felt like melting, your hands brushing against his forehead. He didn’t want to leave, he didn’t want to leave you living on without him. But he knew what he had to do, he knew that the only way you could exist was this. It was his last option.
Trust him, he had tried.
“Don’t go where I cannot follow.” You had said to him, once, long ago, and now here he was. Going somewhere where your mortal soul could not follow. No matter what, he would be alone. He would be leaving you alone.
His hand found your hips, his forehead falling upon yours, “I love you, My Lady,” he whispered, his eyes closed, breathing your smell in. Absorbing your presence for as long as he could. And technically he could. He had spent the past few centuries trying his best to make it so you survived, where you survived together. Looping space and time for longer than he could even believe. But for you, it had only been a matter of minutes. He had the luxury of seeing your face for as long as he had wanted, as long as he desired. You only got to remember this version of him. This was the last version you would ever see.
His eyes snapped open, pulling his forehead away from yours, before leaning in to kiss you as his eyes fluttered shut once more. The kiss was slow, passionate, a final goodbye.
You had felt it, your hands going up and around his neck, pulling him closer than ever before. His hands moving from your hips to cup your cheeks gently.
Loki’s heartbeat slowed as he finally pulled away, gazing into your eyes. Oh, your eyes. He hoped he would never forget the color.
“I love you Loki.” You had finally whispered back. You had tried to mask the sadness, the sorrow you felt. But he knew you better than that. He could hear the crack - the shattering, that happened within you in that exact moment.
It was almost impossible to look away, he studied every feature. He stared for so long he felt like he could see your soul in you, the way it pulled for him. He might just dissolve into your gaze, he’d never seen anyone look at him the way you were now.
Mournful at the loss of him.
So as he stepped back, he broke your gaze. In that moment Loki turned, and walked down the stars.
Mobius and Slvyie noticed, both of them rushing the stairs, almost pushing your rigid form to the floor as you watched Loki's back move down the stairs.
He couldn't turn back to you, if he did, he might turn back time for a millennia, just to see your face. To let things play out, over and over again.
Just for you.
But that was selfish. Selfish of him to not let you experience time and space the way it was supposed to be played out. Live your life, the way you wanted it to be. It would be selfish of him to face you forever, while you only got mere seconds.
He turned, seeing Mobius and Sylvie at the stairs, banging on the door for him, yelling for him to come back. Begging him that this was not right.
His next words were one of those he had never considered.
“I know what kind of God I need to be.”
His eyes found yours behind Sylvie and Mobius, you held a smile, but yet your expression showed nothing but grief, his throat seemed to clog.
"For you."
And there he went, where you could not follow, but yet trusting him to do what he knew was right.
I'm back from the dead, kind of.
THIS ONESHOT IS WRITTEN TO THE SONG CHIHIRO BY BILLIE. I HIGHLY recommend listening to it while reading it, as I tried to time it well.
This one shot is written with a character of mine, Chei. I've poured my heart and soul into this character and I love her so very much but you don't really get the gist of her character in this one shot. This one shot is VERY out of context, I just wanted something angsty to this song.
If you like this please let me know, and if you want to see more of Satoru and Chei please also let me know!!
𝐒𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐮 𝐆𝐨𝐣𝐨 𝐱 𝐎𝐂
Inspired by: CHIHIRO, by Billie Eilish.
Song Link
Warnings: Angst!
Words: 4,987
January 2017
Satoru Gojo had never been left speechless. Not like this.
He had never had the wind taken from him so effortlessly, from just a face. A face he’d never think he’d see again. Her eyes were as red as rubies, her dark locks framing her face in such an elegant manner that he’d never believed that beauty existed before her.
Chei, Chei Zenin.
His sky blue eyes widened as his heart stopped. The woman across from him had such a bitter expression, such hatred in her eyes - and it was directed at him.
His fist clenched as he finally let a breath escape him, he didn’t know what to say. He hadn’t seen this girl in years. Many, many years. She was once his best friend beside Sugaru. She was his best friend and more.
He thought she was dead.
And now, she was staring at him as if she had never seen him before
Before he could attempt words, she spoke.
“Satoru Gojo.”
Her words were sharp, careful but agitated. Her red eyes narrowed on his frame - they stood about twenty feet from each other, the quiet words let her words fall to his ears easily.
Satoru was shaking.
Before he could think, her name escaped his lips, such a soft whisper that - if you weren’t listening for it, you would’ve never heard it.
“Chei-” he began, his shaking hand reaching out for her, as if he could pull her closer to him.
She stepped back and her eyes sharpened, but something unusual fluttered in her eyes.
“Shut up.” She hissed, her hand tightening around her long-sword that was sheathed.
Satoru flinched.
“I don’t know how you know my name, but that is the least of my worries.” She continued, her stance widening as she spoke, her shoulders rolling back with confidence as she continued to eye the man. “I, Chei Zenin, am here to complete the prophecy.”
Satoru felt like he was going to pass out. Prophecy?
He shook himself out of the emotional state he was in, stepping back and widening his own stance, his hands clenching at his sides. He knew what prophecy she was speaking about - she had told them about it when they were teens, she had told him it was her one job, it was why she was created. She had also told him she would never complete it.
Why now?
She didn’t remember him.
And that broke him.
Chei Zenin, was the reason he was who he was today. She was the first person to ever show him he was human. Just like her. Just like Sugaru, and Shoko. His friends. She was the reason he even opened up. He was selfish in highschool, he didn’t truly care about protecting the weak, he never really even wanted to.
She did.
She wanted nothing more than to help those less than her, to make sure they could live peacefully, even at the expense of her own life.
Her death broke them. Her death broke Satoru.
He, along with Shoko and Sugaru, were different people after her death, they interacted less, were sent on less missions together. And truly, it drove something between the three.
It changed him, he was less selfish from that point. But he loathed the way her life was stolen so young. Her youth was stolen from her just like that. Just like Riko’s.
But now, here she was. Standing in front of him as if she had never died before.
“You know you don’t want to do this Chei.” He finally muttered out, loud enough for her to hear, his voice almost raw with emotions as his blue eyes scanned her familiar figure before meeting her red ones once again. “Something deep within you tells you it’s wrong, right?”
Chei’s eyes widened briefly at his words, his hand flattering at the hilt of her sword.
“You and I are friends Chei.” He breathed out, “Deep within your soul you feel it don’t you?” He felt like his heart was beating out of his chest, his hand reaching out towards hers, asking her to put her hand in his - but she was too far away.
Her red eyes stayed upon the man, before they flickered to his outstretched hand. “I don’t remember who you are.” She gulped, her head turning away from the man.
Satoru’s body instinctively wished he could move closer, hold her close to him - but he fought that instinct with everything in him. He was familiar to her, he knew that - her mannerisms alone gave her away, but she didn’t know that.
“But,” she began again, her eyes finding him again, an emotion danced in her eyes that Satoru wished he could savor forever, “There’s a part of me that recognizes you.” She shook her head again, her eyes narrowing into slits as she reached for her sword again, “However. I was promised that when I complete this prophecy - I will regain what I’ve lost. I value that more than your life.”
Satoru’s eyes widened, as he dropped his hand to his side, “You don’t know that.” His words were breathless. Did she lose all of her memories? If it meant he had to die a thousand times over for her to regain that he would…
But he missed her.
He wanted to be around her - he wanted to feel her presence again. He felt selfish for that - for not being willing enough to give up his life for her memories. But what would happen when she kills him, and she remembers what they once were?
a/n: if you’re interested, i am writing a stiles stilinski x fem!oc on my wattpad linked here: veggiekiwi
warnings: angst, mentions of death
words: 897
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“I’m so tired.”
Were the three words that finally broke you, hearing them uttered from your boyfriend’s mouth.
Your eyes widened with fear as you turned to Stiles, who was attempting to sleep next to you, after a week of nightmares, waking up screaming - he had probably gotten a total of 8 hours of sleep in the past week. Your heart broke at the sight of him looking at you, something unexplainable swam in his whiskey irises illuminated by the moonlight.
“Oh Stiles,” you whispered, turning your body towards his, your hand traveling to his pale cheek. He was cold, which scared you, and he was crying, which scared you even more. Stiles was never known to break easily, he was a man of honor, portrayed himself as strong, when inside he saw himself as weak.
“I don’t know what to do anymore,” he admitted quietly, tears falling down his nose as he stared into your eyes, “I’m afraid to sleep (Y/N),” he paused. His own larger hand goes to your chin, brushing it softly before retracting it, “I'm afraid.”
You felt like sobbing right then and there, hearing those words fall from his mouth. After the past year of fighting supernatural, it was rare to hear Stiles admit to something like that, after his father almost got sacrificed, after almost losing you. He had to be strong, and especially in front of you.
It wasn’t your turn to be comforted though, instead it was his. You pulled his body into yours, his head resting under yours as you kissed the top of his head, his shoulders beginning to rack with sobs, “I just want to sleep Y/N. I’m tired of these nightmares, the days I think I’m dreaming-” He cut himself off, wrapping his strong arms around your lower frame, they almost felt weak.
You shushed him slowly, stroking his hair in comfort. Truthfully, you didn’t know what to say, you hadn’t gone through what the boy did, so you let him cry into your chest, holding him as much as needed, letting him release the feelings he was keeping within himself.
“It’s okay my love,” you began to whisper, “It’s okay to be tired, you’ve gone through so much, you’re only 17.” You continued to stroke the boy's hair, one hand moving to his back, “You’re the strongest person I know, Stiles.” You admitted, and this was true, out of the whole pack, you truly believed it.
The boy in your arms shook his head slowly, “That’s just it (Y/N),” he whispered, moving from your grasp to meet your eyes, “I’m not strong, I feel so weak. I’m human, I can’t do things the way you can, the way Scott can, I can’t do anything.”
You furrowed your eyebrows at the revelation of the boy's feelings, “Stiles…” You began, your voice low, “That’s not true,” you shook your head, your hands going to the boys under eyes wiping away the tears that continued to fall. “You’re the smartest, strongest person I’ve ever met. You are constantly there for the pack, we can always count on you for anything.” You kissed the boy's cheek tenderly, “You always figure shit out.” You smiled weakly at this statement, hoping to cheer the boy up, which you did slightly. His eyes lit up as they stared into your own.
He shook his head, wiping his tears haphazardly, “You don’t get it.”
Your heart shattered at these words, your eyes casting downward to your legs entangled with his. He was right, you didn’t get it, you never really would. But that wouldn't stop you from trying to understand, Stiles needed you to, whether he knew it or not.
It was silent for a while, your eyes drifting back up to the boy in front of you, his eyes already on you. “I couldn’t have done any of it without you (Y/N),” he spoke, his voice hoarse from crying. His hand moved to your cheek.
You held a small smile at his touch, something that’s always comforted you, “We couldn’t have done it without you. I couldn’t have done it without you Stiles.
His head shook, “I almost lost you (Y/N),” his voice broke with these words, tears fell again at the thought of that fateful night, you in his arms, dying. “There was nothing I could do to save you, I couldn’t take your pain, I couldn’t heal you-“ you cut him off, your gentle hand going to his chin.
“Stiles.” your soft voice echoing in his ears, “I don’t need that from you, what you did, holding me there, comforting me,” you stopped yourself, attempting to hold yourself together, thinking about the way he begged and pleaded for you to be okay that night. “You were everything I needed Stiles.” you pursed your lips, pulling your body closer to his, “You always will be.”
Stiles accepted you moving closer to him, he wrapped and arm around you and used his other to tilt your chin upwards, kissing you tenderly. As he pulled away there was a look of hope in his eye, but something else that you couldn’t decipher. He smiled weakly at you, “I love you (Y/N),” he whispered, his brown eyes scanning your face.
You pushed yourself into his chest, wrapping your arms around his frame and muttering into his bare chest, “I love you Stiles.”
Hiii!! First post after a year and a half of inactivity!! Im finally going to start writing again becuz my bf has inspired me to start sharing my work again!! This is a very old one shot and I barely touched it b4 actually posting it because I need something to get my account bumpin again!! Anyways I hope you enjoy, hopefully I’ll post more soon :)
𝐍𝐞𝐰𝐭 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫
Inspired by Wait by the River, by Lord Huron!
Warnings: Angst, terribly written (written a year ago and just now posting!) also long asf.
Words: 1,634
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People say time heals. But to you, time was the opposite of what you wanted. The more time passed, the more you missed Newt. The longer you spent apart from him, the more your heart ached, and burned.
He healed you, and without him- time is nothing but an aggravating evil.
Your heart tore in two pieces the day he left the Glade, choosing your brother over Newt. You were scared to leave, all you knew was the Glade. You remember the look of defeat on Newt’s face, how he welled up with tears as you gave him one last goodbye. How tight he held you before he was hurried by Thomas. You wished he never let go, you wished he never left you.
You were afraid, terrified even, but as you watched the love of your life leave the only home you’ve ever known you broke. Shattering like a mirror - splitting your ideals from reality. To follow him, you’d risk your life to do it.
Gally was watching you closely, you knew it. His eyes never left you when the blonde left you behind, he had a firm grip on your shoulder for comfort. You knew it was to also keep you within the Glade.
It was minutes later, your shoulder ripped from Gally’s hold, throwing yourself into the maze. Shouts of protest bubbled from the remaining boys in the Glade. Gally’s shout was the loudest, his own footsteps following behind you.
You weren’t worried about him catching you, as you had always been faster than him. You didn’t know the maze, for fucks sake you were a gardener with Newt, but you had seen the map. Minho was one of your closest friends, he shared everything with you. You had helped Minho study the map with Thomas, so you remembered generally where you were supposed to go.
The hard part was trying to fight the feeling that you were losing control of your own body. Your fingers had grown numb and your eyesight had fallen hazy. The further you ran down the path of the Maze, the less yourself you felt. You felt angry, angry that Newt would truly leave without you, angry with Thomas for cutting your goodbye so short. You couldn’t explain it, but you were angry with the world.
You had lost Gally minutes ago, you didn’t care. You needed to reach the group.
When you reached the Griever Hole you stopped in your tracks, and everything went black.
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There you were again, you were in a new place, your surroundings electronic and gray. As the hazy feeling in your body faded you saw in front of you were your friends, Newt, Thomas, Minho- but something was wrong. Chuck, on the floor, bleeding.
That’s when you felt it, a flame of pain erupted in your chest. Looking down to your hand you realized you had something in your hand. A gun. You thought.
No, no, no, no-
You looked down to where the pain was in your chest, seeing a large sharp pole sticking what felt like, straight through your heart. You tried to gasp, as time seemed to pick up its pace, two bodies rushed to you. One catching you before you fell to the ground.
The two bodies were Newt and Minho, it seemed as though chaos was erupting around them and you. Light poured into the room, you could only hear Newt’s desperate cries.
“Please (Y/N) stay with me-” salty tears trailed down the blonde's face as he held you closely to his own body. Newts free hand grazed your dirt stained and sweaty face. Your skin was so pale, it made him sick. Minho stood above him, his face filled with fear. He was yelling at someone across the room, his angry words too distant to understand.
The soft touch of Newt’s hands sent you into a flurry of unexplainable emotions. You felt like you couldn’t breathe when he was holding you, although - the spear sticking out of your chest probably had something to do with that.
“I..” you tried your best to gasp out a few words, sorrow coating your tone, “I’m.. I’m so.. So sorry.” Tears welled up in your lashes, you couldn’t see anymore. Your vision was failing.
“(Y/N) please-” Newt’s voice echoed through your once again hazy mind, you could tell he was crying; his voice raspy, “Please don’t leave me, I.. I love you please baby.”
His heart wrenching pleas were the last thing you heard as you faded into nothingness once again.
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Months passed without Newt, unsure if he was even alive. You and Gally had been saved by Lawrence and his group. Only being picked up moments after Newt had been snatched up by WCKD. It was scary, leaving the only home you’ve ever known, knowing you killed the sweetest boy you’ve ever met, Chuck.
After telling Gally how you weren’t even conscious when it happened; he tried to convince you it was WCKD who was controlling you. And although you knew this was true, you couldn’t help but feel as though it was you the whole time. You remember feeling angry before, but you never wanted to kill anyone.
And now here you were, perched on the large windowsill in Lawrence’s office, gazing out into the Scorch as your brother patrolled the outside of the Last City.
You were close with Lawrence, he grew to be like a father figure over you and Gally. You had confided with him about Newt and your friends in the Glade, and he understood. Lawrence himself lost a lot of friends, especially since he was half cranked-out.
Gally had been a big support system for you as well, he had comforted you through the nights you had cried yourself into exhaustion, missing the one person who made you feel whole.
You missed the warm summer nights in the Glade you spent with Newt, under the starry sky - wrapped up in his arms. He held you so tight, like he never wanted to let go - but he did.
“Y/N,” Lawrence’s raspy voice startled you from your thoughts, looking to the older man you noticed he was holding an orchid gazing at you quizzically, “Where did you go?”
You pulled your legs up to your chest, glancing out the window once more as you hummed in response, “Oh you know, wonderland.” You scoffed slightly at your own words, turning back to Lawrence.
Lawrence chuckled in response, his focus shifting back to the roses he was watering.
You sighed, your head resting on the window pane next to you. Closing your eyes tiredly - before you could pass out you heard commotion in the hallway. You sighed frustratedly, tucking yourself further behind the plants that guarded the windowsill. Maybe it was Gally finally coming back from patrol, you didn’t care though as you really just wanted to get some shut eye.
The door of Lawrence’s office flew open, causing your own eyes to snap open. You were hidden far enough in the window that you couldn’t make out who it was that had barged in so rudley.
“Gally- I’m glad to see you made it back, Jasper told me what happened,” the Crank man hummed his words.
“It was a slaughter,” The gruff voice of your brother seemed to cut through the eerie environment of Lawrence’s office, “there was nothing we could do against those guns.” Your heart sunk, you didn’t want to hear anymore - tuning out Lawrence’s response you played with your hands. Ignoring the aching feeling of sorrow in your chest, more people dead in an already deserted world.
Lawrences sudden sternness of voice caught your attention, causing you to tune into the conversation once more, “Now. Who are these people? Why are they here?”
Gally brought someone to Lawrence?
There was a tense pause of silence, and you held your breath, awaiting the unknown person to speak.
“We need to get into WCKD.”
The familiar voice sent you into a spiral of emotions, your body freezing up and going numb, was it really Thomas? You made a move to stand as Thomas continued speaking - “Gally said you can get us through the walls.” Your heart stopped, it really was him, his voice was more serious than it was back in the Glade, maybe even a bit fearful.
You froze before moving into sight of the others. You were preparing for the worse, what if Newt wasn’t with him? What if… You didn’t even want to think about it - your eyes welled up with tears as you hesitantly moved from behind the wall of plants.
You froze, looking to where the familiar group stood in front of you - each of their eyes now on you. Every expression showed surprise, but you didn’t care about that - your own eyes meeting the one person you missed so dearly. Newt.
You gasped - the tears that threatened to fall earlier now trailing down your face.
The blonde boy lurched forward, his arms around your frame immediately, crushing you with a force you didn’t know he had. His own shoulders seemed to shake - he was crying too.
You broke a sob as your arms wrapped weakly around his waist. You never expected to see him again, you thought he was gone.
“Newt- I’m so sorry,” your sobs broke through his chest as your arms pulled him closer to your body.
He shushed you immediately “No (Y/N), I shouldn’t have ever left you,” his own cries broke his composure- pulling you closer than ever.
Your head shook, apologizing over and over again while Newts lips kissed the top of your head, whispering how much he loved you.
can i get a steve harrington blurb where it’s just domestic fluff. i haven’t seen enough of it lately and i NEED. something like waking up with him in the morning or maybe doing household chores together? either way, thank you :)
Waking Up | Steve Harrington Blurb
YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS
i hope this is what you were looking for my love <3
At this point of dating, you should be used to your presence in Steve’s bed every morning. But you weren't. You hadn’t ever gotten used to his soft, sleepy, smiles he gave you every morning. No, in fact, you still weren't over the way his eyes would slowly drift open, as he searches for your arm or body to hold on to. You would never get used to the fact that the first thing he wanted to do when he awoke was kiss you, even with morning breath.
You loved waking up beside Steve.
This morning was no different, the sun had seeped through your cream curtains, giving your entangled bodies an ease of warmth.
You awoke before him, finding yourself softly nestled into his own body, back to his chest, his lower arm wrapped around your waist gently.
Untangling yourself from his grasp slowly, you turned to face him. Your hands trailing up his chest gently. You smiled to yourself when you studied his sleeping features as his chest rose and fell steadily, he looked so calm.
You let your eyes fall closed, allowing yourself to listen to his quiet breathing.
After a few minutes of chasing his breathing patterns with your own, you felt a shift, his body began to move.
You opened your eyes after a few moments of his body shuffling around, meeting his sleepy eyes that were already on you.
“You’re awake?” he questioned softly with his raspy morning voice. His eyes shone in the ambient morning light, a small smile crept its way up to his face the longer he looked at you.
“I’ve only been awake for a few minutes,” you whispered quietly, not having it in you to speak at full volume, “How’d you sleep?”
Steve hummed in response, pulling your body back up against his, your face against his chest. “I sleep well every night I sleep next to you sweetheart.” He held you tightly to his chest, his arms wrapped protectively around your shoulders and neck. Leaning down to your comfortable form, he gave the top of your head a kiss, “Look up for me princess.”
You wiggled around in his hold, looking up to him. He put a hand on your lower jaw and gave you a deep, loving kiss. You melted into him, your body going absolutely numb. Your mouths moved slowly together, a long and slow kiss.
You pulled away breathless, your own eyes meeting his. Smiling at Steve with a flush of pink on your cheeks, his hand traced your jawline gently. As if you were a fragile piece of glass art, strictly labeled ‘Do not touch.’ and Steve was the artist, admiring his beautiful piece of fine art.
“You’re so beautiful,” He whispered. From the bottom of his heart, he truly believed you were the most agonizingly gorgeous person in the world. He never imagined to be with a person as stunning as you.
To Steve, waking up next to you was a dream, a fantasy almost.
You blushed at his words, your eyes traveling down to your hands that laid on his chest, “Thank you Steve,” you hushed.
With your quiet flustered words, Steve took it upon himself to batter your face with kisses. From eyebrows to chin, small little love pecks.
You laughed softly, the tickling of his lips causing you to squirm from Steve’s grip, he only held you tighter.
“Don’t leave me just yet sweetheart,” Steve hummed, resting his jaw on the top of your head, holding you closer than ever.
Hi, I was the one who requested the lipgloss Steve Harrington request and you did not disappoint! It was everything I wanted and MORE! You have such a knack for writing, I can’t wait to see what you do next so thank you again ❤️
pfftyft sdafadfytafdt fdwhat the fuckkk ily sm like you have no idea how much this means to me stop ilyilyiyiy first thing u need to know about me is im so inconsistent with writing but because of this jm going to try and be consistent for u ily
Can i get a Steve Harrington blurb where he gets distracted when he watches his girlfriend put chapstick/lip gloss (you can decide) across the room? If you want it to become smut that’s your choice but thank you either way!
Strawberry Lip Gloss | Steve Harrington Blurb
YASS MY FIRST ASK <333
I’m so excited for this u have no idea, I’m not feeling full on smut atm but ill do a heated makeout scene just for u ;) There’s like barley any dialogue in this im so sorry thehehe
i hope this is up to your standards as i am not skilled in writing steamy scenes like this pfft- anyways enjoyyy <3
Warnings: Slight Nsfw implications/content.
Words: 736
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Steve couldn’t focus. No, scratch that, he couldn’t think at all. His mind was fried from sorting every single new movie Family Video had just shipped in, into alphabetical order. He sighed heavily, running a hand through his styled hair and glancing at his watch. It was only 2 hours into his 6 hour work day.
Rolling his eyes and throwing all of the sorted rom-coms onto a rolly cart, he pushed out of the backroom, making his way to the horror section. Once he made it to his destination he attempted to put out the movies correctly, but he was tired, and bored.
He let his eyes wander to the voice at the front desk, you. You had a phone nestled between your shoulder and ear, gazing off into space as you answered questions from the person on the phone. Steve couldn’t help but let his eyes wander on your features, he loved your face. To him you were the most gorgeous person in the world, he was so lucky you were his.
Shaking himself out of his thoughts he proceeded to sort through movies, about 5 minutes later his eyes found you again, this time you were staring at a book in your lap while slowly applying lip gloss along your perfect lips. Steve stared, his cheeks growing warm as he watched the lip gloss wand glide across your lips. It wasn’t until you popped your lips together with a cheeky smile did he notice you saw him staring.
Eyes narrowing into a sultry gaze, you gave him a smirk, sliding a bookmark into your book, you stood, glancing around the video store for customers. Steve saw where this was going, he himself smirked, following you into the back of the store.
You had disappeared behind the door, leaving Steve to hype himself up quietly before entering the back storage room.
He was met immediately with a pair of lips and hands on his chest, shoving him against the wall of the storage room. Steve barley blinked before his lips were melting into yours stifling a moan, his hands running down to the end of your shirt, before sneaking up under the fabric.
His hands felt like fire on your skin, burning with passion and desperation, god he wanted you bad. Your hands rushed through his once well-styled hair, pulling him as if he could get any closer.
The lip gloss you had just applied was still sticky, Steve didn’t mind, he loved the taste of it. You tasted like strawberries and mint, so sweet it made Steve’s teeth rot.
Your mouths worked together until you had to pull away for a breath. Your two bodies clung together, if they pulled any closer you would be sure they’d cause a rip in space itself.
“Steve,” you whispered, your lips a fraction away from meeting his own again. He hummed in response, he knew you wanted him just as bad as he wanted you, the question was, would you go as far as he would in this tiny store room?
“I like this new lip gloss,” he whispered against your lips, licking his own as if he could still taste you on his lips.
You giggled breathlessly in response. Your eyes met his fiery gaze, begging for more, begging to finish what you started.
You untangled your hands from his brown hair, hands gliding down to his chest, fingers curling over his t-shirt fabric.
Before you two could take it any farther a distant door chime rang, signaling the arrival of a customer, you sighed, giving Steve a knowing smirk before unraveling your body from his.
Steve let out a very annoyed sigh before his hand latched onto your wrist, keeping you from leaving the store room. Turning to face him with a questioning look, “Steve we can’t there’s-” You were cut off by his hands fixing your shirt and patting down your hair.
He gave you an adoring smile, it was then you noticed the lip gloss smeared across his face. Giggling, you used your thumb to clean up his face. You pecked his lips quickly in thanks then you rushed out of the store room to the service counter, leaving Steve in the store room.
Steve cursed the cock-blocking gods that day, sighing to himself before checking his watch once more, only 30 minutes had passed.
Oh how terribly you wanted to kiss him. Your eyes watered, his mouth moving, speaking words you wouldn't understand. Oh it hurt so bad.
“I-” you’d stumble over your own words, “wait- Stevie- wh- why?” The watery eyes betrayed you, fighting every tear that slipped out. Steve’s own expression looked as though his heart shattered, you didn't understand why, he was doing this to you.
“I’m sorry (Y/N/N).” He paused, taking in a deep breath of air, “I love someone else, and-” his voice broke, “I can’t lead you on like this anymore.”
Your heart stopped. Nancy.
After a year of you believing you had Steve’s heart, a whole year wasted on a boy who would fall back into the habits of loving Nancy.
“How long.” You hissed, recoiling your hands that were once being soothed by Steve’s.
His eyes lowered to the floor, as if it would hide from your heartbroken expression, “I don’t know, I thought- I thought I wasn’t anymore, I swear-”
You scoffed, bleary eyed and hurt, “Steve I can’t- I… I love you so much, after.. After everything?” You choked on a sob, hands moving to your hair, pulling it nervously, a habit of yours. Steve, out of instinct, moved to gently pull your hand away.
You flinched away from his reach, as if his touch was poisonous. Eyes narrowed into slits, “Don’t. Don’t touch me.” Although the words were menacing, your voice broke. He was ripping you to pieces, he was your rock, the person who you cared about the most.
You thought he felt the same about you.
Anger took hold, you hated him, you despised him. You shook your leg anxiously as thoughts of hostility swarmed your head. How dare he betray you like this? After going through so much together, nearly dying in his arms.
“Y/N.” He sighed sadly, fiddling with his hands out of nervousness, “I’m sorry.” He whispered.
You only stood, red eyes narrowed at Steve out of resentment. Moving to leave the room. Sniffling and tearing off the favorite sweater you had kept from the boy, “Whatever Steve, whatever we had is over, for good now.” You shook your head, scoffing a humorless laugh as you rubbed your eyes, turning to face him. “I’m tired of being a second choice, I thought you really loved me.”
And with that you left, slamming his bedroom door behind you, marching out of the house without even muttering a goodbye to his mother.
You can’t believe you trusted Steve Harrington with your heart.
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