A short story of you and Baicang under the Snowfall.
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Song you can listen to when reading this- Happiness is a Butterfly: Lana del rey
STORY
It’s the first day of winter, your favourite season. Everyone is on a break from work and you have nothing to do on this certain day. As you get up to make yourself some hot chocolate and pancakes for breakfast, you hear a notification on your phone. It’s from your Captain, Captain Baicang. “You do anything today?? If you’re down, let’s hang out and go ice skating together, meet me at my house ,I’ll drive us there😋”. You reply with “sounds fun!! Ill get ready”
You make your way to Baicang’s house. A three minute walking distance from your home. You knock on his door , and he opens it gently. “Look who’s here!!!!” he says enthusiastically. Just looking at his smile would melt the snow from how warm his aura is. Baicang looks at you and pauses. “Wait a second.” Baicang comes back with a scarf and wraps it around your neck. He also puts one around his own neck too. You stand there in silence a bit touched that your captain cares so much about your health.“Can’t let my coworker get sick!, cmon let’s go!!”He grabs your arm gently and you hop into the car.
As Baicang drives , you watch the snowfall and admire how pretty it is. This is actually your first time seeing snowfall, you didn’t always live in this city. Baicang glances at you, he already knows this is your first time because you’ve told him about wanting to see Snow for the first time for quite some time now. You finally arrive there, surprisingly it’s empty. “It’s empty here, have you been here before?” You ask him. “Actually … ahah.. I rented the place out because I know you’re introverted and don’t like crowds … didn’t cost too much.” Baicang looks away a bit shyly and smiles. You look at him feeling even more warm now. “Wow , I didn’t know the Captain who constantly tries to skip work every day , would be so organised with something like this.” You giggle at him. “Hey!!… it’s not skipping .. it’s passing time as a .. Captain.. let’s go on the ice! I brought ice skates.” Baicang hands you a pair, you put them on together and get on to the ice.
As you get on to the ice you watch Baicang struggle.. you hold your laugh in and eventually giggle. “Need any help?” You ask giggling at him.” Uhhh … fine. How will you help me?” Baicang almost trips and you grip his hand , stopping him from his fall. Suddenly he’s staring at you.. he didn’t realise how pretty you were so.. close up?. He suddenly snaps out of it and lets go quickly. “Thanks for saving me.” Suddenly a Butterfly flies past the both of you and lands on Baicang’s nose. “A Butterfly?? … in the snowfall? Huh?” You say confused.” “And why does it like you so much?” Baicang gives you the warmest smile you’ve ever seen , he grabs the Buttefly and puts it on you shoulder. “Ever since I was a kid.. Butterflies would follow me.. even in the Snow. But shhh it’s a secret between you and me… Butterflies are beautiful aren’t they? Like this one?” You stand there as the snow falls past the both of you, Baicang admiring you with the Butterfly on your shoulder.. eventually it flies off and fades away into the light. Baicang gently grips both of your hands, as the snow continues to fall.. that gaze returning.” Wanna know something?… I find Butterflies beautiful.. because to fly , they need a pair of wings. Not one, but two. I feel that energy when I look at you.. you remind me of all the Butterflies I’ve ever encountered.” You stand there, overwhelmed. The silly captain .. is basically confessing to you under the snowfall? You had no idea he had this side to him. He’s never this serious. You grip his hands back and ask him something. “Are you willing to be my pair of wings too?”
*Baicang stands there and brushes a snowflake out of your hair, his cheeks faintly pink now* “I’ll never break your wings.. wings are fragile, I promise to protect your wings for as long as I live.” Baicang suddenly gains confidence and slowly leans forward.. he pecks you on the lips and smiles. Suddenly he spins you around on the ice and eventually he gets the hang of it as he holds your hand and you skate together.
The night eventually comes to an end .. just A Captain , and his colleague finally becoming something more. Falling for each other , the same way the snow falls.
just everything about this book made me squeal and fan girl and just be in awe between Julius and Sadie like the cute fluff is what I needed and didn’t disappoint and when I say this book got me kicking my feet and squealing
You and Loki finally settle into the domestic life you deserve, and you couldn't be happier. (Or, a complete fluff bomb where Loki gets his happy ending.)
A/N:
hello! i'm so new to writing small one-shots, so i hope this one is good :) i'm still working on Hold My Hand, and I'm like 3/4 done with the next chapter, but in the meantime i wanted to write some fluff <3
You loved to watch your garden bloom in springtime.
You watered each and every plant with such tender care and love, humming sweet songs to yourself as you went. There was something about gardening that felt so right, so at peace, that you dedicated your life to exploring it. To expanding it as far as you could.
After Thor’s coronation, and the declaration of Loki as his royal advisor, you and Loki decided to take a step back from the spotlight that came with being members of the royal family. As the Prince and Princess of Asgard, you of course had certain responsibilities and functions you must attend, appearances and galas and whatever else the good King Thor could come up with. But a quiet life was all the two of you desired.
The years hadn’t been kind to Loki. He still grieved the life he once lived, and mourned the person he was before. In all his time with you, he had learned to release the anger he held toward his father and brother. He met you at a dire crossroad in his life, on the verge of acting drastically in an attempt to prove that he was worthy of the pride Odin showed Thor, despite Loki’s true parentage. You, though. You’d shown Loki unconditional love, without lies, without secrets.
You were there when Odin fell into Odinsleep. When he woke, only to pass not long after. You were there when time took Frigga as well, her bright, twinkling eyes fading into beautiful and revered memory. You held him when his shoulders shook in grief and pain for months following. And you loved him even more as he became the man his mother always knew he could be.
When Loki had presented this lovely place for the two of you, a modest countryside home - or as modest as a Prince can get - you couldn’t believe it. He knew, and listened, to your desires of a simpler life. One where you could use the gardening knowledge you’d gotten from Frigga during your lessons, where you could learn to be a homemaker without the bustling of staff around you. You’d wanted a quiet home for your future children, where they would learn of a life without the pressure of royal perfection.
Thor was all too happy to allow the move. With Loki as his advisor, they had fitted a device that strengthened Loki’s ability to travel in and out of the palace with ease, and for Thor to reach you if needed.
But in the evenings, when Loki’s work was done and your garden was glistening in the setting sun, you lived the life you’d always desired. Sitting by the fire with each other, limbs tangled, cheeks flushed, speaking in hushed voices about the events of the day, you felt your heart grow every day for your husband.
-
As you continued to garden, you heard the telltale sound of Loki returning, and you hurried inside to greet him.
“Hello, darling,” He said, his eyes brightening when he saw you.
You smiled, wrapping your arms around his neck and placing a gentle peck on his lips. “How was everything today? Did the two of you sort out the final arrangements for his,” You lifted your hands to motion air-quotes, “‘post-coronation’ ball?”
He rolled his eyes, chuckling. “We did. He insists it’s not to celebrate the coronation itself, but to celebrate the new start for Asgard, but I saw him choosing the drink list.” He lowered his voice, pressing his forehead to yours as if guarding a secret between your bodies, “Between you and me, I do believe our lovely King plans on letting himself particularly loose at this ball.”
You laughed, tossing your head back. “He was always a partier, was he not? Don’t think I don’t remember the stories of the Mighty Thor, protector of Asgard and resident drinking champion.”
You had been around for many years, and Thor never changed. Your brother-in-law was always lighthearted, trying his very best to make the people around him laugh even when the pressure on him was tremendous. Watching him grow over the years, you could see Loki realize how much work Thor was putting in to be the leader Asgard needed, and even now you could see the respect and pride Loki had in his brother despite his antics.
That night, after the two of you had enjoyed a meal together, you lay in the bath before bed. You sat between Loki’s legs, his arms wrapped tightly around you as your back pressed against his chest.
“You’re so beautiful, you know,” He said quietly. “I worry I do not tell you enough.”
You leaned your head back, pressing a light kiss under his chin, smiling at the way he still shivered slightly at your touch. “You tell me every day, my love.”
“Perhaps I should tell you twice daily.” He pressed a kiss to your ear. “Or thrice.” His hands rubbed up and down your arms.
You hummed. “Prince Loki, if I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were up to something right now.”
He let out a low chuckle in your ear, sending a shiver down your spine. “My dearest. You should know by now, I am always up to no good when I am with you.”
-
Later, you laid in bed sated and happy, facing each other in the soft candlelight.
“Thank you.” You said simply, watching as his face crinkled in confusion.
“For what?” He asked.
You rested a hand on his cheek and he leaned into it, pressing a kiss to your palm. “For loving me.”
His eyes opened slowly and you basked in the way he looked at you with a sort of reverence, as if he was worshiping you. “I will always love you, my heart. You have shown me what it’s like to grow, to bloom. You are my ray of sunshine and I am the garden you have tended with such love and care, and I swear to you until my dying breath that my heart is yours.”
You leaned in and kissed him with wet eyes, and neither of you got much sleep that night.
-
You were gardening again.
You woke slowly in the morning, a note on your bedside table left behind by Loki as he left for work.
I hope you dreamed of me, It read.
You stood in the light of the sun, enjoying how it always felt on your skin. You loved its warmth, the comfort it could bring you as you knelt in the soil, adding to your beloved display.
Life continued, slowly. Asgard changed for the better, while Thor ruled with a kindness the kingdom had not seen in a long time. Loki worked tirelessly beside him, returning to you with proud eyes each day he was able to make a positive change. Every hand he shook, every expression of gratitude he received, showed him that he was worth everything.
At nights, when you were alone, the two of you had long conversations like you were still in your youth; whispered jokes and quiet giggles, secret glances at each other as you sat in different parts of the room. You couldn’t have asked for anything better.
And, when the time was right, your family expanded, and the sounds of small feet became a welcome addition to your lives. As you sat listening to the giggling of your children playing in the garden, your husband’s warm laughter behind them, you smiled to yourself.
Somebody hold me! I’m soft right now and the only thing i want for them is to be happy in a relationship!!! This is the softest Bakugo i’ve drawn until now HE’S SOFT FOR HER
