𝐛𝐫𝐮𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐬

bloody hands | k.b

A/N: this is my first time writing for ye old kazzle dazzle and i'm terrified, lol (i'm also shit at summaries)

Summary: Kaz never feels the need to explain his entire plan. He knows that, whatever happens, it will inevitably go according to plan. But when his plan goes wrong and Y/N is injured, Kaz is suddenly forced to comprehend with the skeletally hand of death once again.

"So, was the gunfire part of the original plan?"

Kaz shoot Y/N a withering look - one that would have anyone in their right mind turning around and running. Y/N just beamed at him.

"No, it wasn't," Kaz replied, glowering at her. "Jesper shouldn't have started so early."

"He's on time," Y/N reminded him.

"For Jesper that's early."

"True."

Y/N and Kaz ducked back behind the wall as bullets whizzed past them smashing into the houses behind them.

"So, we are being fired at because you couldn't be bothered to explain the full plan," Y/N said, trying not to glare at Kaz.

"No, we're being fired at because Jesper's timing is horrendous," Kaz snapped.

Jesper, as if summoned, suddenly appeared at Y/N's side, sliding to a stop on the slippery cobbles. "Right, that's that, then."

Y/N narrowed her eyes. "What -"

She was cut off being a tremendous explosion from inside the warehouse they'd all just being chased out off. Smoke billowed into the air and flames rolled up into the sky. The men who had been firing at them all exclaimed and ran off to the warehouse, leaving the alley empty.

"Well, you could have done that sooner, Jes," Y/N muttered stepping out from behind the wall.

"Well, of course, but then what's the point, love?" Jesper asked, winking at her,

Y/N began to laugh but was cut off as a more gunshots echoed through the street. She ducked and Jesper pulled her behind a barrel as he fired back at the lone gunman, hitting him in the shoulder as he ran off.

"You alright?" Jesper asked, panting. He glanced at Y/N who was nodding, albeit shakily.

"I'm fine," she said, peeking her head over the top of the barrel and slowly standing up. "Nearly died, but I'm fine."

"You didn't nearly die," Kaz drawled, walking over to them.

"We all nearly died, Kaz, all because you can't explain any plan in full detail!" Y/N yelled. "Inej almost got stabbed!"

"But she didn't," Kaz replied, glancing up at the roofs where Inej was inevitably haunting.

Y/N glanced over at Kaz and let out an exasperated sigh. "Would it kill you to actually explain a plan in whole? It would make our lives so - ah."

She cut herself off with a gasp of pain. Y/N lost her footing as she stumbled forward. and Jesper grabbed her, wrapping one hand around her waist, the other snaking around to rest on her back.

"Hey, you ok?" Jesper asked, his dark eyes full of concern as he supported almost the full weight of Y/N.

Y/N glanced down at her side and noticed a dark patch spreading from just under her right breast, staining her waistcoat. She raised a shaking hand to the blood stain and let out a surprised gasp as her hand came away wet with blood.

"Oh."

The sight of the blood on her hand seemed to push her over the edge and Jesper exclaimed as her legs buckled. His grip tightened as he caught her and gently lowered her to the cobbled street, kneeling down with Y/N and putting her head in his lap.

"Inej!" Jesper yelled, unable to see where the Suli girl had vanished too.

Kaz stared as blood dripped onto the cobble stones. His mind was still watching Y/N yell at him for being him. It wasn't meant to happen like this. His grip on the crow's head of his cane was almost crushing and he could feel the tiny, delicate beak cutting into his hand through his gloves.

Y/N was dying because of him.

If he'd told them what his actual plan was or if he'd just told her.

Y/N's hand was pressing against her right side, Jesper's hand covering hers as he helped put pressure on her side. The blood was seeping over both of their hands, staining them red.

Inej suddenly appeared out of the shadows, hurrying over to Y/N's side in silence. She unwrapped her scarf from around her head and began wapping it around Y/N's side as Jesper moved Y/N's shaking hand away from the wound. Jesper carefully lifted Y/N up as Inej meticulously wrapped it around, trying to slow the bleeding.

"We need Nina," Inej said aloud as she tied her scarf in a knot, securing it around Y/N's side. She looked expectantly over at Kaz.

Kaz was clenching his jaw tightly. He forced himself to swallow the fear and the mental image of Y/N lying next to Jordie on the Reaper's barge. "She's at the White Rose. Bring her to the Slat."

Inej nodded. She cast Y/N a worried glance before she climbed up a drainpipe and vanished into the clouds, leaving no sign she'd ever been there except the now bloody scarf around Y/N's side.

"Jesper, your face looks weird without a smile on it," Y/N said softly, her left hand finding his, their fingers entwining.

Jesper forced himself to smile down at her. He smoothed back her hair from her face, tucking it behind her ear. "Sorry, love."

Y/N's eyes fluttered shut and Jesper moved his bloody hands to either side of her pale face, shaking her as gently as he could.

"Hey, hey, stay with me, love," Jesper said, not so gently, as he tried to keep her conscious.

Y/N blinked her eyes open and looked up at Jesper, the world spinning around her, the buildings around them looking even drunker than usual. "Hey."

"Hey, beautiful," Jesper replied, stroking her cheek with his thumb, both of them choosing to ignore the fact that Y/N's blood was all over Jesper's hands and was now on her face.

Kaz felt a pang of jealously rush through him. Jesper could comfort her and carry her to safety. Inej could hold her hand and hug her. Nina could heal her and touch her without feeling like she was about to pass out.

Kaz wanted to run to Y/N. He wanted to kneel down next to her and hold her hand. But he couldn't. He physically could not force himself to.

As he stared at her, at the woman he'd taken for granted for so long, he just saw her dead, lying on the street like Jordie had. The nightmare spiralled from there as he remembered the Reaper's Barge, the cold, bloated body of his brother. The hands. Drowning in a sea of rotten bodies.

No.

Y/N wasn't dead. She was still alive. She was still awake and wasn't dead.

A small voice inside him added the word yet to the end of his sentence but he refused to listen to it.

"Jesper," Kaz said, his voice rougher and croakier then usual. "We need to move her to the Slat."

Jesper recognised the pain and unfiltered emotion on Kaz's face. It wasn't normal to see his boss so openly show emotion but when Y/N was involved, Kaz was an unknown entity.

The man would never admit to himself that he had feelings for her. Kaz was in denial. He refused to acknowledge the emotions inside him. But he'd taken Y/N for granted. He just assumed she would always be on his left side, walking just behind him.

"Ready?"

Jesper's voice snapped Kaz back to the street and he looked at Y/N, her skin pale and sweaty, her hands shaking. Kaz nodded, gripping his cane tightly.

"Right, love, your knight in shining armour has arrived," Jesper said, a teasing tone to his words that didn't quite reach his eyes.

Y/N chuckled softly as Jesper moved to her side, his arms going under her legs and then around her back. Y/N let out a groan of pain and squeezed her eyes tightly shut as he lifted her up. She dropped her head onto his chest, feeling the warmth radiating from him, the soft material of his coat rubbing against her face.

Kaz's cane clicking against the cobbles was the sound Y/N focused on as Jesper carried her towards the Slat. She wanted to fall asleep, to just close her eyes and burrow into Jesper's jacket for warmth. But Kaz's cane kept clicking and Y/N focused on it, the sound alone reassuring her of his presence.

"Hey, don't doze off on me," Jesper said, glancing down at Y/N as her eyes shut.

"I"m not," Y/N said softly, her eyes opening sluggishly and looking up at Jesper as she re-wrapped her arms around his neck. "I'm not."

Jesper squeezed her leg as he noticed her eyes droop slightly, her head dropping back against his shoulder. "No sleeping on the job, Y/N, Kaz will have your head."

Y/N's laugh was weaker and Kaz felt a pang of pain in his chest as he looked over at her. She was dying. She couldn't be dying. But she was dying.

Kaz forced himself to reply, playing along in an attempt to keep Y/N awake. "You fell asleep on a job once, Jesper, and yet you're still here. Unfortunately."

Jesper let out a bark of laughter and Kaz caught Y/N smiling, albeit small. Good.

"We're nearly there, love," Jesper said quietly, spotting the towering, drunkenly slumped shack that was the Slat.

Y/N hummed a response but the blood loss was beginning to hit her. Her sight was speckled by black dots and her ears were filled with a high pitched ringing.

Jesper glanced down at her, noticing her silence ."Y/N, hey, stay with me, darling, we're almost there."

Y/N wanted to reply. She wanted to reassure Jesper, because she could hear the thinly disguised panic in his voice, that she was still with him but she was so tired and her eyes weren't letting her stay awake.

The urge to sleep won over her need to reassure Jesper and her eyes rolled backwards. Jesper felt Y/N's arms slip from around his neck, limply hanging to the sides, as she lost consciousness and felt panic grip his entire being.

Kaz slammed open the door to the Slat and the Dregs loitering around looked up, hands flying to weapons.

"Nina!" Kaz yelled, his voice doing a fairly good job at hiding his fear, his worry, the panic that Y/N was dying.

Nina rushed out the side room and met them halfway across the room, eyes running over Y/N, the blood seeping through Inej's scarf, the blood on Jesper's hands, on Y/N's hands.

"Quickly," she said, ushering Jesper into the room.

There was a table set in the middle of the room and dozens of candles had been lit to provide enough light in the dark room. A large, heavy oak chest of drawers was shoved up against the window and Inej was hovering against the far wall, her eyes locking onto Y/N's body as soon as Jesper carried her into the room.

"On the table, Jesper," Nina ordered, opening a drawer, numerous bottles clinking as she rummaged around.

Jesper gently set Y/N down on the table, carefully laying her down and moving her arms to rest on the wood. He took his jacket off and bundled it up, lifting Y/N's head up and setting the material underneath her head.

Kaz stood in the doorway, hands tightly wrapped around his cane, the metal beginning to cut through his gloves and into his hands. In any of building, in any other city in the world, he would've looked like an omen of death.

He forced himself to stare at Y/N as Jesper helped Nina unwrap Inej's scarf from around Y/N's side.

Kaz shuddered as his mind shoved Jordie to the front, the feeling of his brother's cold, bloated skin against his, drowning him. He was drowning in Jordie; in Y/N dying on the table in front of him.

Nina was muttering to herself as she worked, one hand around Y/N's wrist, the other holding a pile of gauze to her side. Kaz watched her intently and could see her counting Y/N's heartbeat as she tried to stop the bleeding.

Which is why, because Kaz was watching Nina with such intensity, that when Nina paused her muttering and looked down at Y/N, her eyes slowly widening, did Kaz feel his own heart shudder and almost stop.

Nina let go of Y/N's wrist, dropping her hand onto the table. She brought her hands together, her first two fingers overlapping each other, and then brought them down onto Y/N's chest.

It was as if Kaz could hear Y/N's heart slowing down and not speeding up. He watched as Nina repeated her movements, determination and panic and fear written on her face as her eyes welled up.

Kaz swallowed and felt the ocean overwhelming him again. He saw Y/N staring back at him, lifeless and dead just like Jordie. Her beautiful eyes staring emptily back at him, void of life. He'd failed her like he'd failed Jordie. The most important thing in his life was dead.

Inej was frantically praying, clutching her knife, Sankt Alina, tightly. Jesper was still for the first time since he'd carried Y/N in, his eyes red with tears as he stared at Y/N's limp, bloody body.

Kaz took one look at Nina and saw the dwindling hope in her eyes, the tears streaming down her face and turned around, walking out the room, his cane clacking loudly against the floor.

Nina sobbed and repeated her movements one more time, desperately trying to get Y/N's heart to start beating again. She'd saved Matthias in the middle of the ocean, during a hurricane, she could save Y/N.

Nina brought her hands down on to Y/N's chest once more with, perhaps, more force than needed. She kept them there and willed the organ inside her friend to not give up.

To keep going.

Second by second, Nina felt it slowly begin to beat again. Nina kept her hands on Y/N's chest, scared that if she moved even an inch it might stop beating again. Second by second, the colour began to slowly come back into Y/N's skin and Nina sighed, dropping her head in relief.

Inej let out a happy sob and closed her eyes, praying to her Saints once again and thanking them.

"Jesper, come here and wrap her wound, stop making that face, it's a bullet wound, you'll be fine," Nina snapped, glaring at Jesper when he balked at the thought, all thoughts of death and misery gone, their usual banter slowly returning.

Jesper walked around to stand next to Nina and took a clean wad of gauze and drenched it in alcohol. He pulled Y/N's bloody shirt up and gently pressed it to her side. His other hand reached up to Y/N's face and with a clean, damp cloth, he began wiping the dried blood off her skin.

"Oh, Saints, Kaz!" Inej exclaimed suddenly, making Jesper and Nina jump. She flew out the room like a breeze and dashed up the stairs to Kaz's office where he'd inevitably retreated.

Kaz was stood hunched in front of his mirror, his gloves off, his head hung. Inej walked in slowly, making sure to announce her presence by stepping on the creaky floorboard by the door.

"Don't," Kaz said, his voice croaking and Inej realised that he was crying. "Don't say it."

"Kaz," Inej said softly, slowly approaching him.

"No, Inej!" Kaz snapped, whirling around to stare at her. His eyes were red and his hair was a mess and his hands were shaking. "I took her for granted. I never," Kaz took a deep, shaky breath in, "I never told her or even showed her just how much..."

Even now, even when she was dead, he couldn't bring life to the words. They sat dead on his tongue, poisoning him. He hated his brother for making him this way. Hated Ketterdam for being the way it was. He even hated Y/N for being so fucking perfect that he had to fall in love with her. He was a fool so desperately in love that it scared him endlessly.

"Kaz," Inej repeated, slowly, gently, laying a hand on his arm.

The sleeves of his shirt were rolled up but Inej made sure to place her hand on the part that was still covered. Kaz flinched but didn't tell her to remove her hand or move back.

"Kaz," Inej said again. "Y/N isn't dead. She's alive. Nina brought her back."

Kaz turned his head and locked eyes with Inej. He didn't say anything but Inej understood. She nodded, reassuring him that she was being honest.

Perhaps, if Y/N hadn't been around, they would have fallen in love. Maybe it would be Inej he was crying over. Maybe it would have been Inej lying there, injured. Maybe Kaz would have torn the city apart to find the man who had injured her.

But he had Y/N. She was alive, three flights of stairs below, with Nina and Jesper at her side.

"I'll find him," Inej promised, dropping her hand from Kaz's arm and pulling her hood up.

"Leave some for me," Kaz said lowly, his eyes following Inej to the window. "I feel like ripping an eyeball or two out."

Kaz slowly limped down the stairs to Y/N's bedroom. He could hear numerous voices from inside and hesitated outside the door. Kaz Brekker, Bastard of the Barrel, heistated.

"Kaz, just come in already!" Nina yelled from within.

Kaz rolled his eyes and opened the door. "Stop spying on me, Zenik."

"It's difficult not to when your heartbeat is so loud," Nina replied, raising her eyebrows knowingly.

Y/N snorted and Kaz looked at her. She was sat on her bed with a blanket wrapped around her shoulders. Jesper sat next to her, his arm around her shoulders. Y/N was half leaning on Jesper and half on the wall and looked so alive.

Inej had found the man who'd shot her and, together, they'd ripped the man's eyes out, slit his throat and thrown his body onto the Reaper's Barge. It had helped quell the ghosts threatening to haunt him once again but they hadn't truly abated until Kaz had gotten to look at Y/N and see her talk.

Y/N gave him a smile and Kaz nodded back at her, trying to hide his relief at how alive she looked.

She was alive. She wasn't dead. She wasn't Jordie. She wasn't going anywhere. She was still here, with him, in Ketterdam. And he wasn't going to let her go.

"There's blood on your shoes, Kaz," Y/N said, gesturing to his black shoes with her head, her voice almost startling him.

Kaz looked down and eyed the single drop with distaste. So there was. A single drop. All that was left of the man who'd shot her.

Y/N laughed at the look on Kaz's face. "He looks like he just sucked a lemon," she said to Jesper, albeit loud enough for Kaz to hear too.

"No, that's his normal face," Jesper replied, smirking as he winked at Kaz.

Y/N laughed, throwing her head back. Her hair fell over her shoulder and her eyes sparkled in the dim, orange light of her room. Her laugh was like music to him.

And Kaz Brekker realised with a sudden, painful thud that he was completely and utterly besotted with her.

my true love

saw this on tt and thought I'd share here cause it's sweet

Mate

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Here you go with another one, super fluffy + little angsty! 

• I don’t own any of Sarah J. Mass’ characters or any of her plots, I’m just a fan having fun. Also I do not own the images. This is story is mine though, so please do not copy •

WARNING! Nightmares, blood mentions.

Y/N P.O.V.

The sun warmed our backs. I glance to my side, to see my Azriel’s profile. The slightly crooked nose, the high cheekbones, the shadow of a stubble on his jaw. Turning fully, I move to sit in his lap and stare into his chocolate eyes.

“My mate.” — I say as I trace his beautiful features — “I love you, Az”.

 Happiness fills my heart as he smiles at me, but a black winged figure heads straight at us. I glance at it, and terror dampens my senses. Attor. A single one, in our direction baring two swords at his side and a murderous smile on his pale lips.

“There’s an Attor coming, we have to go.”

I stand up grabbing Azriel’s hand, but he stays motionless and gives me dazed grin. 

“Az? We have to go!” 

Nothing. The evil creature flies faster and faster.

“Az, let’s go! Please, get up we have to move!”

I grab his face, tugging on his arm, begging pleading praying for him to run. I grab his chin yelling at his face. My throat is raw and dry, and my voice breaks. I kneel before him, touching his forehead on mine.

“Please, my love. I can’t leave you. We must go —”

A spear pierced his stomach. The Attor, now behind him, raises his other sword, and abruptly, an invisible force holds me down. I can’t move. I trash inside my head, forcing my limbs to move but nothing happens. 

I find myself forced to watch the blade cut Azriel’s throat, his blood shining and dripping down. I scream again. Over and over and over. His limp body falls back, the Attor nowhere be seen. I try to stop the bleeding and my lips pray to the Mother for help, for a way out of this hell, for anything.

Grabbing his face, I beg even more.

“Az, Az Azriel don’t leave me. Stay awake, please. Don’t die on me, you won’t, you can’t.”

Tears stream down my eyes and it becomes hard to breathe. Air doesn’t come inside my lungs, and I scramble away from his still body. Panic drowns me, as I turn around running away from this hell… only to stumble into the Attors blade.

I look down to blade impaling me and —

Azriel’s P.O.V. 

I walk into the cozy apartment, dark from the night outside. Hearing Y/N’s  calm breathing from the room, I assume she’s asleep. Dropping Truth-Teller on the table and my jacket on the couch, I roll my shoulders, the muscles tense and stiff.  A few minutes later, I drink a cup of tea leaning against the kitchen’s counter, when a crie pierces the quiet night. I bolt towards her room, sword in hands, bursting through the door. I find her writhing in bed, tangled in the blankets. A nightmare. Leaving the blade on the floor, I slowly approach her figure. The cries worsen, turning to an almost screaming, and my heart breaks. 

“Please, my love. I can’t leave you. We must go —”

Touching her gently, she flinches away, scared and still asleep.

“ Y/N, you have to wake up.” I speak softly, but to no difference. 

Grabbing her shoulders, she trashes against my hold, and cries more. 

“ Az, Az Azriel don’t leave me. Stay awake, please. Don’t die on me, you won’t, you can’t.”

My eyes burn, and I speak louder.

“Y/N, you have to wake up. This is a nightmare, open your eyes. I’m here, my love.”

Suddenly, she stops moving and her pleading cries turn into broken sobs. Tears stream down her face, and I roar her name. 

Her eyes open, startled and scared, and meet mine. Her breathing falters, and a dam bursts in her. Flinging herself at me, holding me with desperate hands she cries loudly. I don’t ask what happened and we stay there with a strong hold around each other. 

“I’m your mate. I’m here.” 

I repeat it over and over, and after some time, her tears stop. Pulling back to meet my face, she lays her hands on my cheeks.

“You’re here.” 

“ I am.” 

She lets out a relived breath.

“ I had a nightmare. An attor was there, and he k-killed you and then h-he —

“Y/N. I’m here. I’m fine” 

Her hands slide to my throat, touching so lightly, and head towards my stomach. She stays quiet.

“Are you alright, mate?” 

A small smile tugs at lips.

“Do you want a hug, mate? Or perhaps some tea?”

She huffs a laugh.

“Aha! I know what you would like very much. Do you want a kiss, mate? I could give one, you know, but only with a price.”

“Oh really? You don’t say… making me pay for your kisses, that is just evil. I will go bankrupt because of that.”

“I do not have the intention of asking for money, mate. I want two very simple things. The first one is an answer. Are you alright?”

“A little better. Not much.”

“Okay… we can fix that, can’t we mate?”

I say with a reassuring smile.

“Now for the second. This is the hardest thing in the world. It will be a very big challenge, but you must try in order to get a kiss. Give me… a smile.”

Her eyes glint, and she assumes a serious face. 

“Well, mate, this is indeed a challenge unlike any other. But, for you, I must give a try.”

And then, she just smiles. And the world shines. 

Laying her down softly, our breaths mingling. I kiss her lips lightly. Lifting her head more, eyes closed, she seeks another one but I back away slightly.

She opens her eyes, and a playful gleam shines in her eyes.

“I am outraged, I bought a kiss! I only got a peck, you little liar.”

“You want a kiss, mate?”

“Of course, mate. I was promised one, after all”

“Well, I could give you one, you know, but only with a price.” 

“Oh my! — she says with a giggle — What would that price be?” 

- From A.

(make your requests!!!)

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*the rest of the SJM fandom*: OMG CRESCENT CITY IS COMING OUT NEXT YEAR AND I CANT WAIT ANY LONGER OMG OMG OMG I NEED NEW SJM MATERIAL!!!!

Me: all I’m asking for is an Azriel POV and his own novel..... IS THAT TOO MUCH TO ASK FOR SARAH?????????

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One variation of it- a little short because it's the middle of the night here😅😂❤

Why in the hell did Pan choose Y/N to go with Felix on a mission in another Realm? Did he not know that Felix could not stand her at all?

Of course Pan did, he had to! It was quite obvious whenever Felix made fun of her skills or commanded her to stay in the camp on every special occasion. It was Felix who stopped her from participating in any kind of game and in all he was simply the worst.

First when you arrived in the new realm, Felix sent her alone to collect wood in a forest completely unknown to her, so he could light the fireplace outside the small cottage to make a stew over it.

Inside the cottage Y/N realised one important thing, another problem that  would make this mission even harder than simply spending time with Felix: There was just one small bed. One pillow, one blanket and only one bed.

She felt Felix's presence behind her. With a quick glance back she saw him staring at her, his cold expression not saying anything at all.

"Looks like we have to share the bed." He spoke roughly, before untying his cloak and removing his boots. He did not seem to care at all about this circumstances, nor realise how unsure the girl looked.

She gave herself a moment to consider climbing into the bed with Felix or not. The second in command always avoided her so much and refused to talk to her whenever she approached him, so why was he so easily convinced?

"Why did Pan choose me to go with you?" She asked and sat down onto the edge of the mattress to remove her boots and cloak. 

"I can keep you safe the best." Felix gave back dryly and lifted the blanket for her to slip under. "Pan's too busy for that." 

Y/N felt a sudden blood rush running through her cheeks at the gesture and as she laid down, she felt his body burning on her back. The heat of him was comfortable enough to dare closing her eyes. Felix would not hurt her- at least she trusted the most loyal boy enough not to touch her inappropriately nor to harm her otherwise.

Felix felt like a giant laying behind her.

He fell asleep first.

His first subconscious instinct was to grab the girl's waist and pull her body against his broad chest.

At least he prevented her from falling down onto the ground during sleep.

The whole situation had escalated too quickly for her: last night she celebrated with the boys at the bonfire, never really talked to the second in command before, but now you were perfectly cuddled up in his arms. 

The next morning Felix woke up and saw how he held her.

He quickly got out of bed and acted as if nothing happened.

"Did she notice it during the night?" He thought. "How could she? She was asleep just like I was." 

He was just asleep! 

It had to be that goddamn bed, otherwise Felix could not explain his own actions.

He hated Pan for that. Did he hate him?

No.

He fucking loved him.

Imagine dancing up on your boys - Maze runner

Reactions 

Minho: Damn i know girls are attractive but this Greenie is something else. I’d definitely take a bite out of that, but i’m pretty sure i would rather want this one all to myself. 

Headcannons - How it went down 

- Your having fun your ass jiggle, raking your finger’s through your hair and making your hips sway 

- Minho would have a front row seat with Gally. 

- Minho’s eyes wouldn’t break away from you for a second. 

- His eyes would be running all over you. 

- Minho would be man spreading whilst smirking at you. 

- He’d occasionally lick and bite his lips

- This boy wants you! 

- Don’t be surprised if Minho gets up and tries to start interacting with you

- Minho would defiantly get all up in your grill trying to sexually intimidate you 

- Your nose’s would be touching. 

- Minho would be staring at your lips 

- You would be able to feel his breath on your neck 

Be careful Greenie you got a real thirsty boy here. 

Newt: (At first) *Blushes looking away not wanting to disrespect you in any way shape or form. (later on) *Smirk and laughing ass off at how easily you’ve gotten power over the shanks. “You know what i think it’s time i put a little Greenie back in their place.” 

Headcannons

(the bomb fire has finished and your walking over to the homestead just you an Minho) 

- Minho would be trying so hard to convince you to sleep by him tonight. “You really don’t want to be sleeping with a buff handsome guy like me?” 

- Newt would march over telling Minho to back off and get back to the homestead. 

- Newt would glare straight at you.

- “You can get your ass up into my room, thats where you’ll be staying from now on.” 

- “No..” you never really liked being told what to do 

- “I think you forget the real one with the power here.” He whispers in your ear.

- Newt would drag you by your wrist all the way up the two-story building and into his room 

- Newt would shove you in and lock the door. 

- “Lets get one think straight from here on out you are mine and only mine. The only person you will answer to that isn’t me is Alby.” 

- “Your only gonna shake that ass for me Greenie” 

- Newt would force you to give him lap dances, strip, toy with him and much more. 

- Newt knows that he would never get this opportunity again 

- You admit you like this side of Newt through he can be with rough with you. 

Looks like you got yourself in a real tight situation Greenie. 

Thomas: “Woah….” *Chokes on drink, blushes like crazy and starts fantasising about you.*

Headcannons 

- Thomas wouldn’t be able to take his eyes off you. 

- Thomas would bite and lick his lips whilst watching you. 

- Later he would start to hiss and pant and his pants start getting tight. 

- Thomas would beg you to help him out. 

- You would be able to see his eyes pleading with you. He looked beautiful in such a vulnerable state. 

- Thomas would treat you like his queen. 

- He would just about anything you say. 

- He’s addicted to you and he will always want more. 

Good job Greenie you turned Thomas into a simp. 

Gally: “You better bring that ass back over here baby girl or im gonna have to punish you.”

Headcannons 

- Gally definitely wants you all to himself 

- This Shank very protective and possessive

-  You wouldn’t have a choice Gally would force you to stay by his side the rest of the night. 

- He would want you sitting in his lap. 

- He would keep his hand around your waist 

- Would definitely glare at other gladers especially Thomas.

- Would give you kisses on the check

- Gally would also kiss your neck regardless of if your in public or not. 

- Gally isn’t the one for public displays of affection but he wants you and he wants everyone else to know that. He enjoys looking at there pissed of expressions know that the can’t do anything. 

- At the end of the night Gally wants you sleep with him, your head on his chest and curled up close 

- Your so unpredictable and thats what he loves the most. 

Not bad Greenie 

Umm hi I don’t know if you still take ACOTAR requests anymore but if you do can I request an azriel x reader where he’s in love with her and is afraid of rejection but he doesn’t know that she loves him too? 👉🏻👈🏻

hi nonnie, i’ll always accept an acotar request, hehe! did this in headcanon form, hope you don’t mind <3 it’s quite long and a little rough around the edges, but i hope you like it! ps. tumblr mucked up the formatting, some dot points don’t want to be indented. i hope it still makes sense x 

when your and azriel’s paths crossed, it was the mother at work again. after mor, azriel didn’t think he’d ever have the strength for love again. the aching and the pining had taken their toll, and the appeal of the mating bond had faded. to feel it all again, to risk his heart like that again - he couldn’t. and yet, the mother saw fit that he would. 

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he first met you in the palace of hoof and leaf, and it didn’t mean anything at the time; a stranger’s kindness, or if he indulged his cynicism, a hawker’s ploy. you were a commoner, a milkmaid who came to sell your products in the markets. he’d been at the neighbouring stall, waiting for the clerk to put together the only tea brew in prythian that could placate his migraines.

“sir, mr. shadowsinger, sir,” you called, “could i offer you a sample of my goat’s milk? maggie-may is very special, her milk can be just as good as a healer’s work, i swear it. try it, try it, sir.” 

azriel looked you over, glad that cassian wasn’t here to make that particular moniker stick. one brow raised in dubiety, he nodded and held out his hand - might as well, he thought, tired and getting ever more desperate for his tea. this didn’t show outwardly, of course; azriel’s face was as neutral as ever, his shadows coiling about his talons. your gaze was expectant as he tried the sample, and while it was a little too earthy for his taste, he nodded all the same. perhaps it had encouraged you too much, because then you asked: “could i perhaps persuade you to buy a pint?”

azriel had no interest at all, yet he couldn’t help but notice the detail: your fraying sleeves, the imperfect glass bottles, the beginnings of dark circles under your eyes. and yet you were smiling, you were sweet, being very generous for someone who had to presumably make a living selling fresh products. not for the first time, azriel made a purchase that only someone of the inner circle could afford, and one that didn’t really benefit him. “i’ll take several,” he said, looking at the handful of wooden caddies, mostly still filled with milk bottles. “i’ll take it all.” 

the clerk then handed azriel his brew while you stood there, wide-eyed and speechless, working through a range of emotions. at first you thought he was mocking you, but when he turned around again, fiddling with his coin pouch, you realised he was serious. “but, sir— maggie-may’s milk sure is delicious, but only in moderation— i couldn’t expect someone to buy it all—”

“as much as you’d let me, then,” he amended, being mindful not to impose or patronise. you bit your lip, trying to tally up the ultimate price, trying to gauge whether this man could even afford it. two gold, you said, trying your luck. azriel merely fingered his coins, placing the expected two and an additional three on the counter. he must’ve noticed your shock; you had frozen, after all, perhaps even stopped breathing. “since maggie-may is so special,” he drawled, earning a disbelieving laugh from you. 

that night, cerridwen, nuala, and elain were very confused at the sight of bottles and bottles of milk laying in wait on the kitchen counter in the house of wind. the note - clearly by azriel’s neat hand - read: use within five days.

+++

from then on, you always engaged azriel when you spotted him in the market. you could never forget his generous first purchase, and so while he waited for the tea master to finalise his special brew, you would entertain him with an endless supply of free samples of new products. over the years, azriel saw your business extend from milk to also include cheese and soap. he learned unnecessary things about your cattle, such as the supposed social dynamics and - mother forbid - adultery that mr. sweet pea the goat seemed prone to. over time, azriel grew comfortable enough to share some of his stories and observations, the things he’s seen in other courts. it took a while to realise you had become more than his mere acquaintance, and perhaps it was because you were outside his usual spheres of the inner circle and his spy network. to have someone outside was new, and a little jarring at times. the different experiences, the contrasting perspectives - it was refreshing, and reminded azriel how far he’d come since his miserable youth. when he was with you, the stakes weren’t so high, the conditions not so dire. you were a spot of calm, a reminder that life could be something other than the court’s defense. 

+++

one time when he visited - his tea no longer a requisite for him to make an effort to come in - you were noticeably subdued. “mr. sweet pea passed away,” you revealed, eyes wet and voice thick. something about that seized his heart, his shadows growing restless. “he was so special.” you actually said that about each of your cattle, something that azriel had started to find endearing, because he knew you really believed it.

social tact was not a strength of his - azriel knew he tended to be rigid and too formal - so he stumbled over some stilted condolences. it felt awkward and impersonal; azriel couldn’t empathise with the death of a pet, but he wanted to make it hurt less. he still remembered what the late goat had looked like the last time you had brought him in - an old thing, with a long beard and a mix of brown and black fur. strong, impressive horns, one which had a sizeable chip missing. 

so that night, he did what he could and sketched that image he had in his mind, of mr. sweet pea looking very wise and ponderous, if a little tired. azriel’s time as spymaster had bestowed him a keen eye and dexterous fingers, allowing him to make the necessary sketches to give his colleagues a clearer picture when necessary - of maps, of creatures, of profiles. they tended to be a little rough and raw, nothing particularly artistic. he thought the same of his current piece, and hesitated over whether it was good enough.

when he finally gave you the sketch the next day, you went very still. he started stumbling over some excuses, but you soon interrupted him with a shaky breath. “this is so thoughtful, azriel. thank you so much.” 

+++

azriel grew bolder, and interactions started to occur outside the markets. he’d invite you for tea, indirectly revealing one of his interests. he was a hard man to read, his expressions subtle when not stoic, but you learned. outside of professional matters, he was rarely straightforward, and tended to express his emotions in delicate, layered ways. his care for you was in the way he listened, how his attention never wavered when you were speaking with him. it was how he kept you close when you two navigated busy streets, how he lifted a wing over your head for cover when it rained, how he was content to spend time with you at your stall - sometimes for hours - despite his preference for quietude. 

+++

when work took him away, you two would exchange letters. azriel didn’t realise how dangerous a thing it was, because you quickly became a very intimate and constant part of his life. the act of writing tricked him, making it easier to truly express his thoughts - there was no pressure of navigating the immediate reaction, no incentive to keep his words short. you managed to draw so much out of him. he was mindful of each letter of yours he received, keeping them safe and tied together with an old ribbon of yours he’d saved before you could throw it away. he would never admit it, but work abroad tended to be overwhelming: while secure in his network’s quality of intelligence, being in another’s territory always meant having to deal with various variables and vulnerabilities, usually unknown. maybe your letters would have made it all a little more manageable if they didn’t elicit such longing within him. your words made him smile, yes, but they also made his heart ache. he missed you.

+++

after a lengthy assignment in the dawn court, azriel was relieved to be back in velaris. his shadows swirled and whispered around his shoulders, eager to feel your presence too. he knew they fascinated you, how playful they could be sometimes. yet, azriel couldn’t find you at your empty market stall. it was odd - you hadn’t mentioned moving in your recent letters, and he couldn’t find you in any of the other market squares either. soon his shadows grew restless, embodying the concern that was rising.

he employed his spy network to find your farm, hoping it wouldn’t be too intrusive to just show up unannounced. you had mentioned some details in passing before - it was a modest place, with a small house and a meagre hill of grass to feed a handful of goats and sheep. the door was answered by two worried faces, who took one look at azriel and grew even more distressed. “our son— it’s not our son, is it? it can’t be— he just—”

“i’m here to see your daughter,” azriel interrupted, too preoccupied to remember polite niceties. they were confused, guarded, but let him through. the hallways were narrow, his wings often knocking against the wall sconces. he listened as they explained your condition - an illness had befallen you, leaving you bedridden for days. apparently a healer had told them it’ll pass with rest and water, and with that reassurance, azriel forced himself to remember his place. right in front of your closed door, he willed his shadows away from his face, called upon his familiar impassiveness. turning around to face your parents, he amended, “may i see your daughter?” 

your room was dark, the curtains drawn. his heart raced as he heard your laboured breaths, and something pulled at him when he saw the small desk in the corner, an unfinished letter atop it. “azriel?” you whispered, voice sounding so small. “is it really you?” 

he neared, taking a cautious seat on the side of the bed. you were shivering, but the thin sheet covering you stuck to your skin with sweat. “yes, it’s me, sweetheart,” he said, the endearment slipping out before he could stop it. his throat closed up immediately after, but your vague movements suggested you didn’t even realise, and that you weren’t all there. he could see the feverish blush high on your cheeks, even in the dim light.

“you’re too big for this room,” you mused softly, making azriel smile despite his worry. indeed, he had to bend down to avoid hitting his head, and keep his wings tucked in uncomfortably tight. he took your hand in his, and even in your feverish haze, you could register the roughness of his scarred hands, but they always handled you gently. “why didn’t you tell me in your letters?” he asked, rubbing his thumb over your knuckles. your discomfort was clear in your frown, in your downturned lips. noticing the basin on the bedside table, he took the damp rag on your forehead and dipped it into the cool water, wringing away the excess before gently placing it atop your head again. 

“i… didn’t want to trouble you with… with something trivial. a few more days and… and i’ll be back to work.” a weak smile pulled at your mouth, and azriel gathered both of your hands in his again. he shook his head at your line of thinking.

“your health isn’t a trivial matter to me,” he said, leaning close and cupping your cheek. in hindsight, it was so obvious that he had been in love with you far longer than he thought. it was all so rueful, the fact that he had let it happen again. despite it all, he pressed a kiss to your hand, trying to ignore how it trembled. your smile strengthened then, tracing a finger over his brow and down the bridge of his nose. azriel took a deep breath to savour the touch, and soon you two were merely watching each other, azriel wondering what thoughts were running through your slightly added mind. your lids eventually started to droop, however, but still he stayed even when you fell asleep, taking care to change the cool rag when necessary. his shoulders slumped when his head fell into his hands, squeezing his eyes shut tight. with such a revelation, what was he to do from now on? 

+++

azriel didn’t think he could be a good lover to you - even if he so very much wanted to be. his job took up so much of time, and it required him to be secretive. azriel wouldn’t ever be able to share everything with you, for the sake of keeping you safe. even if he could, there was just something in his nature that kept him reserved and pushed others away. there were so many things he’d rather leave in the past, and so many more that he wished he hadn’t been part of. there was that, but also his loathsome scarred hands - a reminder of those darker days. no matter how gentle, his touch would always scratch and scrape. once you took notice of how neglected they were, left to dry out and sometimes even scab, you took to work to concoct a nourishing lotion. “you have to be gentle with yourself, azriel,” you had once told him, gently applying the salve to his hands. they were rough but warm against your skin. “you do so much.”

+++

and so, everything he did with you was tinged with a hint of sorrow. he couldn’t bring himself to confront you with the severity of his feelings, but he also couldn’t quite remove you from his life - you had become a friend. you eventually noticed that he started to let his touches linger: when he hugged you, he’d curl arms and wings around you, enveloping you wholly; when you were near, his shadows would stretch toward you, as if revealing a hidden desire. when you reached for his hand, he would always grip it firmly, and when you came very close for some unimportant reason, his gaze would always linger on your face, flicking so often to your lips. 

+++

one night you had invited him over to the farm, wanting to introduce him to the latest addition of your household: a baby goat, just over a week old. she was as white as snow, and kept nibbling at your hair as you held her in your arms. “what should we name her, azriel?” you had asked, too preoccupied to notice how tense he was, hands in his pockets. “i was thinking of marjorie, or maybe miss marjorie… hey, what’s wrong?” his face was unusually expressive, his shadows roiling about his talons as if in distress. putting down the goat, her legs still clumsy and gangly, you stepped closer to azriel, reaching out. he shook his head, trying to school his face but you knew him by now. your shoulders slumped, recalling his strange behaviour over the years - he was present in most ways, but avoidant in others. “i wish you’d talk to me, azriel,” you murmured, taking his hand and hoping he wouldn’t mind the dirt. “you mean so much to me.”

it all bubbled up then in that small barn, the light dim and the smell of earth pungent. you let out a rueful laugh, rubbing your eye. “i’m in love with you,” you said, very quietly at first. immediately you felt so naive to be doing this. the fact was that azriel came from a different life, one that saw him as a leader of the court, who worked with powerful and beautiful people, fae who were richer and stronger and vastly more interesting. azriel’s mere presence in your life was extraordinary enough. and yet, you had found yourself falling in love despite the impracticability of it, found yourself admiring his kindness, his quiet generosity, his strength and resilience and dry humour. you shifted, looking right into his eyes. even if your love was unrequited, he deserved to be told - if only to let him know that he indeed was loved by one more.  “i’m in love with you. i don’t— i don’t expect you to say it in return, but i can no longer keep it to myself. i love you.” 

that threw azriel. he had fantasised of course, indulged in the scenario. but now, as you waited for his response, his thoughts stuttered. what? he wanted to say, unable to believe what he actually so very desperately wanted to believe. you grew nervous as the silence lengthened, azriel’s face as stoic as ever. you shook your head, covering your mouth in regret. “i’m sorry, i— i shouldn’t have said anything—”

he gripped your shoulders tight, gaze intense and voice low. “i also love you.”

“why do you say it like it’s a bad thing?” the solemnity which had tinged your relationship for some time was subtle, but you had felt it, and it had bothered you. 

azriel’s hands came up to cup your face, and he quickly shook his head. “it’s not,” he said, he urged. “it’s not, it’s not.” and then his lips met yours, chapped and rough, kissing you slowly, thoroughly, firmly. the conviction made your heart melt, and you gripped his wrists, feeling his racing pulse and caressing it, kissing him back, standing on your toes, letting him steal your breath. “i love you so much, sweetheart,” he sighed against your lips, nose brushing against yours. you went to reply but then azriel had claimed your mouth again, one hand snaking around to your back and the other to the nape of your neck. the light shifted behind your closed eyes as his wings came down to envelope the both of you, and your fingers reached to tangle in his hair, to trace the shells of his ears.

when you two parted again, his grin was lopsided and a little wry. “i just couldn’t believe it,” he murmured, his eyes shining with emotion. why not? you wanted to ask, wondering what it was that had held him back for so long, but decided to delay it for another day. all you could do was hug him tighter, just glad for the sight of his smile and the feeling of his relief. glad for his happiness.

Maze runner Reactions Badass Reader

Reader - A badass girl who can look after herself and doesn’t need anyone. Your skilled in combat and have exceptionally good reflex’s. You have spent about 3 months in the Maze and its your first time meeting actual people.

Glader’s Reactions

Gally: She can think what ever the shucking hell she likes but we have rules here and she will obey them just like everyone else. I don’t trust her, not a chance and i dont know if I believe this la la story about staying in the the maze for 3 months.

Newt: Well i honestly kinda like her..she’s very different from the rest of us kinda like Thomas but more mysterious and wild. I can see she’s quite hard to tame, she definitely doesn’t like being told what to do. Ha ha ha...we ultimately had to throw her in the Slammer for a month..but it was all worth it.

Minho: God that girl makes grievers easy to handle, it was bad enough when me and Ben had to drag her back into the glade by force. She kicked Ben right i the face and elbowed me to the ribs. I’m not gonna lie i like a challenge and I’m defiantly not backing down from this one. Neither is Gally.

Thomas: I really admire the girl..not that i want t be thrown in the slammer as well. But i just really like her drive and passion it makes her seem powerful, invincible almost. I wonder ho she lasted so long in the maze and if she’s willing to teach me. I don’t see her as the wild girl that she is, she just wants her freedom and wants to live by her own rules which is fair enough.

Chuck: I think Ably and Gally are a bit harsh on her. Sure she was very violent and quite aggressive but that’s cause Gally pushed her over the edge. I remember approaching her when she was in the slammer she was very kind to me, she had a soft voice and did not threaten me at all. She told me her stories about the outside world beyond the maze and the battles she fought with the Grievers. I really enjoy her company and I’m happy she’s not the psycho everyone sorta makes her out to be.

Alby: Where do I even start, she’s a lot to handle in more ways then one. I can’t let her out of my sight cause she will make a dash for the maze, she wont do the work I assign her and she wont obey pretty much any of our rules and there are only 3! I don’t now I still have hope for her but its running short, maybe she really does belong to the Maze. Or maybe I’m not looking at the bigger picture.

Frypan: Huh the only things that really seems to calm her down is my cook she loves the steaks i cook and always wants them. All the interactions I have had with her aren’t actually bad,she always thanks me for my efforts and acknowledges that she loves my food. One time she actually snuck into the homestead and helped me with the cooking and cleaning She really isn’t a bad sort. I think Ably and Gally need to just give the girls chance and loosen up, see the word through her perspective.

Speaking about current events, how would Felix and Pan act when a lost girl (the reader) asks to watch over their drink?

TW: attempt to drug drink

Felix:

“Hey Felix.....I’m going to go do my business, do you think you could watch my drink?” You requested. He nodded and you handed the drink to him.

He didn’t really understand but you trusted him with a task, he’ll make sure to get it done. It wasn’t until a few minutes in when a lost boy approaches Felix.

“Hey Felix! You look busy, let me hold her drink for you.” He prompted. Felix just glared at the boy, swinging his club over his shoulders. The boy, though intimidated, still persisted. “We want to have some fun. You know what I mean?”

“Go away boy.” Felix stood his ground until you came back, returning your drink to you and the lost boy went away. You thanked him profusely, but he just dismissed it.

Pan:

“I need to do my business, do you think you can watch over my drink?” You asked Pan. He raised a brow at you.

“What a strange request, love.” He was only joking, but he knew why you were a bit skeptical. He had some experiences with former lost boys attempting to poison him. Obviously he accepted and you gave him your drink. Because you entrusted it with Pan, a few of the lost boys grew nervous and lingered around a particular area. Pan caught on, noticing how they kept glancing at him. He covered the drink with one hand and walked over to the group of lost boys. “Is there a problem here?”

“No.” They all declared in unison. “We know you’re busy being our leader, how about we hold that drink for you?”

“I don’t think you will.” Pan scoffed. “[Y/N] entrusted the drink to me.” He then threatened to toss the lost boys into mermaid’s lagoon. You returned and he returned the drink to you. Pan got cocky from all the praise and thanks

domestic life with loki

i hope you enjoy this, it’s super fluffy (but it has some minor nsfw at towards the end!). enjoy :)

while loki is the god of mischief, and brings a little too much chaos with him practically everywhere he goes...

you and loki’s settled life together was anything but chaotic. it was pure tranquility in everyway possible

you were convinced this is what heaven was like

you and loki, once you two decided to settle down together, decided to leave the states

and so the two of you found the nicest place to live in ireland

with loki’s magic and what not, you two built a cottage in the middle of a beautiful, endless forest on a large hill

it was the kind where if you followed the path down the hill, it’d lead you to a lovely stream

sometimes you two would spot harmless wild animals pass through the area

there was not another home in sight, but if you walked a couple minutes up and over the other side of the hill, you’d find yourself amidst a gorgeous tiny town

full of locals, cute shops, bookstores, and more

every single morning, without fail, you’d wake up with the rising sun in your face coming in through the windows, before loki pressed a soft, warm kiss on your forehead

he’d make his way out (and you’d admire his shirtless back as he walked away) and into the kitchen, where he’d be awaiting you with a cup of tea or coffee

“good morning, darling” and he’d wait for a passionate kiss first before giving you your drink

every. single. morning.

your day to day routines would vary a little bit each day

sometimes you two would hop on your bikes, or walk into town hand-in-hand

you’d stop at a farmer’s market, as loki chose all of his favorite fruits

he’d pull you into the bookstore and would have you close your eyes as he gently dragged your pointer finger along the shelves until you said “stop”

he’d stop, pull out the book, and try to read to you the most romantic passage he could find in it

you blushed every single time.

little shit had such a way with words

you’d stop for some lunch or dessert at a local bakery nearby

if you were feeling really up to it, you and loki would catch a train and visit dublin, or perhaps go all the way to england for a weekend trip

your cottage had a long, winding garden out in the back, so some days you’d tend to it as loki was reading inside, or on the swinging bench

you had music playing while you worked out in the dirt, so you wouldn’t hear loki as he’d come behind you, grab you gently by the waist and kiss you so passionately, you’d drop your gardening tool on the grass

he’d chuckle at your funny gardening hat, kiss you once on the nose, and say “c’mon inside, love. i made tea. you deserve a break”

when it was rainy (which was more often than not), you two would sit outside on your swinging bench under a covered area, and just listen to the sweet sounds of nature

you’d lay your head in loki’s lap as he ran his cool fingers through your hair tenderly

“is this what true peace is?” you’d whisper, just barely over the pouring rain

loki would sigh contently, remembering all of the chaos, violence, and stress from his past. he’d take one loving glance at you, run his fingers over your cheek and say,

“i’ve never known peace until you.”

you smiled shyly, “i love you.”

“and i, you, darling. until the end of our days, and so on.”

“and so on...” you closed your eyes, soaking in the feel of his touch

your absolute favorite pastime with loki, though: baths.

you two were very much fans of skin on skin, not even in a sexual way

loki would magic away the lights, leaving only the soft dim of candles lighting up the bathroom

he’d take you gently by the hand, discard you of the thin robe you were wearing, and carry you into the tub

you two would take turns shampooing and lathering one another. it was so quiet, so peaceful...it was almost meditative

the only sounds you’d let out were soft moans when his fingers would scratch just the right spot on your scalp. he’d laugh softly at that.

there was nothing more tranquil to him than the sounds you made

you’d lay on his chest until the water got cold, then he’d help dry you off and get into bed

but not before another long kiss

(a little nsfw) with you and loki’s home being in such a quiet, secluded place, you two ravished each other and made love almost any place you possibly could

he’d take you on the bed. in the bathtub. on the kitchen table after a candlelit dinner on your anniversary. in the living room while some old movie kept playing.

one time, you and loki had a romantic picnic out in your garden

and he ended up making love to you right there and then on the ground

every moment intimately spent together was nothing short of sweet whispers of affirmations, pleasureable moans, and pure passion

you and loki would also take advantage of the view, and you’d make your way down the hill, and sit by the stream late at night to star-gaze or watch the full moon

loki would point out the stars and tell you the history about them. and if he didn’t know it, you two would name it together

“you see those two stars over there? the ones that look almost...attached by the hip? we can call those after us.”

“you mean our names?”

“yes.”

“you fucking sap.” but you devoured him in a kiss anyways.

sometimes you and loki would turn on soft, intrumental music, and blast it in your living room

you’d walk in wearing a nice, long sundress that drove loki mad, holding two glasses of wine

and he’d pull you in close to him, and you two would sway in each other’s arms for what seemed like hours

when you two were tired, and ready for the day to be over, he’d pull you into him in bed, wrapping his arms around you

you’d press a warm kiss to his neck, and he’d leave one on your forehead. then you two would meet in the middle with a kiss on the lips.

you guys sleep with a window open, letting the sounds of nature filter through

as your eyes began to droop, loki whispers softly by your ear, sending light shivers through your body

“my little dove, i am yours forever.”

pure tranquility. and you wouldn’t have it any other way.