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I know you have loads of requests right now and requests are closed atm but just for future reference would you ever write for Hunter Zoloman (zoom) from The Flash tv show? holy cannoli his character potential is so good but bestie there's like a grand total of 15 fics for this man and I've searched all the fic sites :(
In the future, Im open to the idea!
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LMAO at the idea of poor Steve trying to process an amorous god hitting on him 😂
Steve: *smashed through wall during battle*
Desire: *lounging casually nearby* "You okay there, handsome?"
Steve: *dusting himself off* "Sorry but...are you on our side? You could help."
Desire: *shrugs* "More of a lover, than a fighter. Speaking of..." *slowly runs hand appreciatively down his shoulder and arm* "Why don't we ditch the warzone? I can think of more exciting ways to get your adrenaline pumping..."
Steve: "I....um...." *hit by an intense wave of lust* "I...I'm...excuse me." *shakes self and dives back into the fray*
Desire: *shamelessly checks him out* "Ugh, he is *so* cute."
Beautiful.
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Poison Oak {Jaqen H’Ghar x Reader Oneshot}
Requested by: Anonymous
Wordcount: 3568
Summary: You travel in disguise to visit a fellow no one. Along the way, you become a someone.
Notes: It is Jaqen and follows the show, so there will be death mentioned.
The armor, these ‘uniforms’ that the Lannister men wear had to be more uncomfortable than the most grizzled of faces. The squeakiness of the metal, the weight of it. A woman does not complain, though she wears something that was not made for her. A woman does not let anyone else know that she is not a man. You wore the face of a man for now, becoming one in manner, voice, and appearance. That was a gift from the Many-Faced God. You were no one behind the face. You were simply ‘A woman’ when you did not wear it, no name of your own, no past, only freedom, only unlimited skies. You were not currently on a job; you had no target near you that you were meant to assassinate. You were here for the company, despite the troublesome circumstances. You were a woman coming to meet a man.
“Jaqen H’Ghar,” you said, your eyes catching onto those of your friend. A Faceless man recognizes another, and for a second, you see that his own eyes brighten up. You were always able to read his faces better than any book in the Citadel library. Every little twitch, glint in the eye, even the way that his nostrils would flare. Whatever face that he wore, you would be able to tell. That was a gift from the Many-Faced God.
His head bowed to you, and he turned a corner into a corridor leading into the great castle. A quiet place, where we could talk alone. Despite the desolation of the castle, it’s near ruin, and the rumors of it being a cursed place - quiet was hard to find here. Echoes of those being tortured by ‘the Tickler’ were often bouncing around, reaching the ears of everyone, no matter how hard they held their hands to try to attain silence. “You’ve used this face before,” He hummed, firelight bouncing off of his red hair.
“It is one of my favorites,” You admitted, your smile pulling at the hollowed cheeks of the person you were wearing. “Do you remember when I wore it last?”
“Raventree Hall,” He nodded. “A man does not forget a kill. Especially when it is a team effort.”
To others outside of you and him, this might sound like a stiff conversation. To the point. Almost impersonal. But your heart was beating fast beneath all of this metal, flesh and bone. Feeling first and thinking later was not the way that the Faceless Men operated - all except for you. Feelings were the only reason you were here.
“A job well done, in my books. It may be foolish for a woman to believe in luck, and yet I find this face to be the ... a charm for me. And it has worked again.”
“Who are you?” Jaqen asked, curiously. The two of you could do this all day. Coming up with backgrounds and names for the faces that you wore, weaving together a life that could be discarded and forgotten at any moment. That was the thrill of it. It was such a short time to be someone, before returning to being no one.
“My name is Barrish Falwell,” you said, in a low and gravelly voice that matched the face. “I grew up in Gulltown, the son of a fisherman, and became a sailor meself, having my first fishing boat by the time I was thirteen. I found there was more money in transportin’ than in Fishing, so I made my livin by ferryin’ people to and fro, across the waters. I found me a wife, an’ I had two daughters, the most precious people in my life they’ll forever be - though they were drowned during a storm, and I had no more love for the sea. I gave up my vocation to become a soldier for the Lannisters, who I’ve chosen to give my loyalty to, as I have no love for the Starks or the Baratheon brothers. Joffrey is and should be the one true king by right, and it is only what’s right that keeps the world goin’ round. If I should die for them, I’ll be back with my family, and it will be the most noble way to die.”
“What made Barrish so interested in the line of inheritance to the throne?” Jaqen asked, as if testing. I had an answer for everything, though. I paid close attention to my story. Details were my strong suit.
“I once had the displeasure of ferrying Stannis across a short way. He paid me poorly for the pleasure. Did not even give a tip, not the flash of an extra coin. A man like that should not be in any sort of power. He’ll cheat all the common man. But not the Lannisters. No, it is in their motto. t’s only right that a boy raised with those values continue to sit on the throne. Bring the Seven Kingdoms to prosperity by payin’ everyone who is loyal to them.”
“And you believe you’ll be paid for this?”
“Aye, I do. A Lannister always pays his debts, so surely, I would be paid for my loyalty and hard work, no?” You said, your voice still gravelly. You sounded pathetically naive. You sounded like just the kind of man that a Lannister would let into his service willingly. And to give one of the shit jobs that no one cares about. There were more than enough men to watch over the castle, without having some slim ferryman like you around.
“Hello, Barrish Falwell,” Jaqen said with a small smirk, leaning against the stone wall. “Do you miss your wife?”
“Very much so, friend. She was the mos’ amazing woman that I’ve ever met. I was quite the lucky man to have her. Enith, her name was. The jewel of our town too, the prettiest pearl that ever lived. Aye, that she was.”
“I once knew a woman like that myself,” Jaqen said, his eyes darting over your playfully.
“An’ what happened to her?” You asked, your own shining brightly through the face that you were wearing. It was so unlike your own. Such masculine features to cover any feminine that you had. Even your body seemed to transform in the garb that you were wearing, in the way that you walked, your mannerisms, had all become that of a weary widowed man just trying to get through the day.
“She became no one,” Jaqen said, a rare smile crossing his handsome face. His true face, on this occasion, was the one that you admired the most.
“What a beautiful thing to happen,” you said. Though it wasn’t entirely the truth. To be truly no one - one must have no attachments, no past, no future. You had one attachment, and he was standing in front of you. To be attached to a man with no attachments - it was a torturous way to live. But you could not help yourself - you were not just a woman, but you were a woman in love.
The sound of approaching footsteps, more like clanks in the armor, came to your attention and you and Jaqen both straightened up, faces serious, looking like men on duty. A soldier walked past with barely a look at the two of you. “It is dangerous for a woman to be here,” Jaqen said, that slight hint of joviality in his eyes gone.
“It’s dangerous for anyone to be here, there’s a war,” you said, your own mouth in a straight line. “Why do you stick around so? There’s much work to be done back in Braavos. Prices are high during these dire times.”
“A debt needs to be paid, and I must stay until it is done,” Jaqen said, and with those words, you knew that there was nothing that was going to get him to leave.
“To the Red God?” You asked in a low tone.
“To the Red God,” He affirmed.
“A woman understands. If a debt is to be paid, then a debt is to be paid,” you said with a nod. “I will stay until your business is over.”
He raised an eyebrow at you, and moved in closer, his breath warm against your worn face. “Why does a woman choose to stay?” He asked you. “It is perilous, even for us. Faces - they cannot save us from this war.”
“Death will come when it comes,” you said, shrugging that off. “A woman is no coward to it. But it is dangerous to travel alone in these times, so I shall wait for you. And then we shall set back together.”
After a moment, he nods. “I can agree to this. Be careful - we are not the only ones who do not belong here. I will signal you when the debts are paid.”
“Excellent,” you said, right as a feeling of cold goes through you, his breath removed, Jaqen gone down the hallway to attend to his duties - those of a Faceless man, and those of the soldier that he was pretending to be. You breathed out yourself, and then set off, one foot in front of the other, to a soldier’s patrol, blending in seamlessly.
This face got you through the next while. No one suspected you of a thing, and not even the slightest about being an outsider here. You were never apart from this face, not when you slept among the rest of the men, not when you thought you were alone, not for a second. You lived and breathed being Barrish Falwell. You were flawless in this, truly becoming the man, moaning out his dead wife’s name in his sleep to the displeasure of the others around, taking part in the drinking of ale and having a preference for sitting close to the fire, and even talking dirty about women, making sickening jokes.
Jaqen was never too far, his eyes either on you, or on a masquerading girl who poured wine for Tywin Lannister. It was a wonder to you that others did not see through her short hair and boyish face to the female beneath. It was she who had saved Jaqen, and thus owed the Red God three deaths, using Jaqen to get them. The Ticker - he was the first. You knew Jaqen’s handiwork, the body lying dead in the courtyard, under the windows. What a relief, you may finally get a night’s break from the screams. Ser Amory Lorch. It was not done with the usual grace, so it must have been under extreme haste. That set Tywin on guard who starts to order the assassination of many of his own men. Although Jaqen seemed safe, it seemed as if time was running out for you. You kept your head down, keeping to yourself, still giving off the appearance of a man who was too loyal to do this, too scared of Tywin to do something like this, too pathetic to kill someone of his own volition. But it felt as if eyes were ever on you.
It would be only too easy to remove the guise of Barrish Falwell. To rid yourself of the face and slip on another, become someone else. But a newcomer now would only be under more suspicion. A woman had to be smart, smarter than any man in order to survive this. But you were running low on ideas. You had gotten the call - Tywin wished to see you and three other soldiers that night, after dinner.
As you were thinking, silently having your stew and your ale, a slight nudge on your back told you everything that you needed to know. It was calculated. It was purposeful. It was the signal that something was to happen. Your eyes darted to the back of Jaqen as he walked through the tables to his own, sitting down with some of the other men. His own blue eyes looked back at you, and you turned back to your bowl.
It would not be your death given to the Red God today. He would make sure of that.
An escape plan had been forged. Jaqen had wordlessly met you after the sun had gone down, when you were meant to be making your way to Tywin. Instead of going to where you were supposed to be, you walked with Jaqen towards the gates, and silently dispatched the guards there. Killing was as easy to you as eating, as drinking water from a fresh stream. Blade through the flesh and move on. The Red God would be happy with your offering. Jaqen pinned them in place with their own spears to not arouse suspicion until the morning shift came around to relieve them, giving plenty of time to escape. You left with him in the hills, leaving Barrish behind. Your own skin was touched by the wind for the first time in days, a sigh of relief escaping from your lips.
“So, a girl has given you your name?” You asked towards Jaqen as you walked away from the girl and her companions. “That is quite a cruel twist. A girl will go far in life.”
Jaqen looked grumpy as he remembered the sound of his name coming out of the lips of Arya Stark. The girl had pushed him into doing more than he had intended to do. Killed more than the God had required. “I would have had to do it.”
“I know, you’re a killer with honor,” you said, looking amused, nonetheless. “If such a thing exists, it is surely you.”
Despite the heavy armor that you were stuck wearing - there was not much else that would protect you if you were to come across others on the road back to the Braavos - you were walking quickly, near skipping, energy in your stride. You held your hands behind you, walking a short distance ahead of Jaqen, turning your head to face him. His blue eyes looked at you and then down at the ground, and if you didn’t know better, you would almost think that he was blushing.
“A man is,” He nodded, his eyes continuing to look down at the worn trail that you were taking. It was not a road; you were both avoiding those. Besides - the roads took too long, creating detours. “Has to be, when a girl lacks it.”
“Has it left a bitter taste in your mouth?” You teased.
“Like poison oak,” He stated.
“And yet you have given her the coin, our codeword,” You reminded him. “I think that you secretly saw something in her. More of that poison oak that you could help grow, to spread towards targets.”
“There was something there,” He admitted, more so to himself than to you. “A potential, yes. Sometimes it can be found in the most unlikely of places.”
“It almost sounds as if a man has a heart,” you said, tilting your head towards him as you walked.
“A man has never said that he hasn’t,” He retorted, making you smile. And making you feel all warm and fuzzy inside, like you were sitting by a fire after coming out of the rain. It felt as if he were flirting with you. Almost too good to be true.
And when things are too good to be true - they usually were. Because all of a sudden, his arm shoved you away from him, hard, sending you falling onto the ground. Your head hits one of the rocks, causing your vision to grow fuzzy. You were struggling to hang onto it, to stay conscious. Your hand went to the back of your head and pulled away with crimson on your fingers. You had seen enough blood to know exactly what it was. And you had also caused enough head injuries to know that it wasn’t a good thing at all.
Where you had been standing only seconds before, an arrow was sticking out of the ground. The feathers attached to it were red - The Lannisters. They had found their dead and sent trackers after the two of you.
Jaqen managed to make quick work of them while you stayed low to the ground, putting pressure where the wound was despite the fact that it hurt. You were moaning, unable to keep it from coming out of you. The rising sun hurts your eyes, making you close them tightly. Clenching, more like.
“Y/N, are you alright?” He asked, returning to your side, using the name that you often used in your disguises. It was close to the name that you had been born with, but not close enough to bring back all of the bad memories.
“Hit my head - on the rock -” you said, pointing towards the spot where your head had made contact. There was a bit of your blood there, oxidizing in the sunshine. It would be brown soon, rather than red, but still a sign that you had been there.
“I - have pushed you too hard,” he said, using first-person speech. “I should have noticed -”
“You still saved me,” you said, opening up one of your eyes to look at him. There was more concern in his expression than you had ever seen from him before. “I would have been shot with that arrow if you hadn’t pushed me.”
“I do not owe the Red God your death,” Jaqen said, putting his arms under you and picking you up, armor and all. You winced at the movement, still holding your head. “I will not let him have it until the time is right.”
“I feel a little dizzy, Jaqen,” you said, though that was an understatement. The world was spinning, and he was spinning too. You closed your eyes again to keep yourself from growing sick, though that didn’t help the vertigo. He managed to move as stealthily as ever, while keeping his stance solid. You weren’t being jostled around inside of his arms. And then, to your surprise, you found yourself lying on soft, sweet-smelling hay.
You opened your eyes to see that you were somehow in a cart, and Jaqen was beside you. He had changed his clothes, into softer linens, no longer looking like a soldier. He pressed his finger to your lips, to stop you from speaking.
“I cannot apologize enough,” he said, looking deep into your eyes. “I never meant to hurt you. Never you.”
“Ja-” You started, but he pressed his finger a little rougher against your lips, stopping you.
“Seeing you hurt - it makes me ... it makes me want to rage against the Red God, for even attempting to take you. It is blasphemy, but I cannot help myself. I cannot help myself. Not a man-”
He looked out the back of the cart, at the road that you were on. You didn’t question whose cart you were in, or who was driving, where you were going, how Jaqen had convinced them to let you both on. All of those details were unimportant. All you could focus on, or tried to focus on as the world was spinning, were his eyes.
“I do not know when I became I - but it is because of you,” he said, his voice softer than anything that you had ever heard before. Like velvet. You could feel it like a texture over your skin. “A man has become ... a man who loves you.”
Your breath caught in your throat - if you even had any breath left. It felt like it had been pushed out of your lungs, and then all of a sudden, bellowed back in, making you breathe in deeply. A look of concern came over his face and he lightly started to look over your wound again, moving the hay beneath you to get a better view.
“It’s okay - I’m okay,” You tried to convince him, reaching up to his arm to stop him from touching the wound, from poking around it. That wasn’t your focus either. “Who are you now, tell me again.”
“A man in love,” he said, more resolutely this time, like he believed it rather than realized it.
“Ask me,” you said, weakly. His eyebrow raised at you and so you nodded at him slightly, trying to get him to do the same.
“Who are you?” He asked, in the exact same tone that he had when he asked you in the castle days ago. You had given him all the details of a false identity back then. A fake name. A fake life. A fake dead wife and children. But what you were going to say now was going to be the truth, the whole truth.
“A woman in love.” You answered him.
His coarse fingers skimmed over your forehead, caressing it in a way he made sure was nowhere near the wound on your head. And then he lowered himself down and kissed it, his lips chapped and dry but felt wonderful, nonetheless.
“We could be somebodies,” You whispered, feeling the energy draining out of you. “When I wake up - we could be somebodies together.”
“I would enjoy that,” he said, his own voice softer than touch. “When you wake up.”
“When I ... wake up...” You said again, before everything went black.
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Now I'm just laughing at the mental image of the Avengers after the battle trying to puzzle out "so everyone saw the literal god that showed up to watch us fight, right?????" 😂
Hawkeye: Dude, they TOUCHED me
Captain America: Me too.
Hawkeye: Mine was skin though, they touched my skin! I still feel the butterflies.
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Imagine being the God of Desire, and being thirsty for the Avengers men.
It had been a while since you had set foot on Midgard, but events unfurling there were absolutely fascinating, so you decided to make the long trip, landing on that fateful day in New York when Loki opened up the wormhole. You appeared in front of The Avengers, appearing every bit the deity you were, your hip cocked, hand on it, looking at each of them in turn.
“Well hello … Earth’s mightiest heroes,” You said, licking your lips.Thor seemed fascinated - though in this time line, he hasn’t met you yet. You winked to him, knowing you would be seeing him much later on.
Tony’s mask slid up, revealing his face, the finely landscaped facial hair surrounding that kissable mouth perfectly. “Friend of yours?” He asked Thor, who shook his head.
“Why settle at just being friends?” You asked, approaching Captain America, touching the chest of his uniform. He was powerless to stop you, just one touch and he was ready to do anything that you asked. Your eyes then darted to ‘Hawkeye’, and you reached for his muscular arm too, biting your lip. “I just wanted to stop in and see you all on this gorgeous day. I do enjoy watching everyone working so hard, getting sweaty-” You looked to Hulk then, meeting his dark and confused eyes. “Straining your muscles.”
An explosion behind them reminded them of what they were here to do. Ever perfect, Natasha was the first one to move, to go and take care of things the way that she and the Avengers were supposed to. You smirked, watching her leave, the way that her catsuit clung to her body was absolutely delicious.
“Go on, make it good,” You purred, giving the boys a little push. “I’ll be watching very closely.”
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Imagine using magic to seduce your rival Stephen Strange in his dreams
Since people had started saying that Dr Stephen Strange was the strongest magician currently in the world, you had been working on ways to not lessen his powers - that would be unfair - but to distract him from using them to his full potential, thus securing your own place back on top. Had he just stayed in his own lane, it wouldn’t have been this annoying, this tedious, so it was all his own fault of course.
It started with the way that women had been distracting men for centuries - seduction. At first, you had plans to do so in person, but it became quite clear to you that he wouldn’t fall for that, he could just go through a portal and go somewhere else to get away from you. In fact, the only way to ensure that this worked was to make you inescapable. He had to sleep - and that was where you had made your move, weaving a web of dreams for him to fall into, dreams that would affect his body, his mind, his heart, his very soul.
Since you were already inside of his head, so you had searched for his desires, so you could become the perfect woman in his dreams - only to find that you were already in there. He’d had thoughts of you before. Dreams of you before, without interference. That only served to make things more interesting.
“Stephen,” You said, entering into his private sanctum inside of his dream. His body, his sleeping one, sniffed, able to smell your cloying perfume surrounding him. He felt the touch of your hands against his arms, the hair moving as you brushed it by, making this all the more real to him. “Stay close to me,” You said, now pressing your body against his, your head tucked into his shoulder, breath hot against his neck. “Please - only you can save me.”
“From what?” Stephen asked, breathing in the scent of your hair, goosebumps erupting on his flesh. His hands went down your waist to your hips, holding them in his hands. God - he could actually feel how soft your skin was through your clothing, as if it wasn’t there at all.
“The world,” You said, kissing his neck now, taking his skin into your mouth but not biting it, just suckling on it softly. “It’s terrifying to be out there … on my own … with no equal. That’s why I need you, Stephen. To protect me from the loneliness.”
His breath came out in a shudder. “Yes - I’d break the laws of nature of you.” He held you tightly, long surgeon’s fingers curling around your hips, keeping you in place. You’d make him want you more, more, more, until the urge to have you took over his concentration, his spellwork would grow sloppy, his determination focused on something else. And you would once again be the most powerful one on this earth - what a beautiful future you would have, bringing this man to ruin.
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Imagine being noticeably distracted by M'Baku's good looks during a diplomatic meeting.
The bright blue sky with only a hint of clouds, the sun making everything glow - it did a LOT for M’Baku, shining on just the right spots, shadows in the right places, just damn. It was impossible to look away from him when he took the floor, speaking to everyone in that deep voice of his. Your hands were clasping at your knees, holding on tight, almost white-knuckling while imagining what it would be like to run your hands along his impressive biceps. To taste what his neck is like underneath that fur cape that he wore despite the warm temperatures.
And dear God those thighs -
Shuri nudged your arm, getting your attention. When you turned to her, she rolled her eyes and then motioned her head over to one of the elders who was speaking now. You hadn’t even noticed that M’Baku now had his mouth closed, though the corners were turned up slightly. You had definitely been caught staring now.
You really did attempt to keep your eyes on the elder, to listen to what he was saying. It was most likely important, considering it was a diplomatic meeting and what had happened here today could dictate the future of Wakanda.
But like a moth to a flame, your eyes did eventually go back to M’Baku. Good lord that man was fine, his eyes dark and sexy, his facial hair creating a natural contour that did wonders for his face.
“You’re drooling,” Shuri whispered to you, making you sit up ramrod straight, and bring your thumb to your bottom lip. When you saw that it was dry, Shuri was silently laughing next to you, her shoulders shaking.
“Rude,” You muttered.
“If you stopped staring, drooling wouldn’t be a concern,” She shot back.
When the meeting ended, you only had a vague idea of what had happened. You’d get the notes from Shuri or Nakia later, but right now - you were intending on following M’Baku out and trying to get a glimpse of what his ass looked like beneath the armor.
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Imagine Louis and Lestat receiving a letter from your sister, after putting an advertisement out for a third partner.
Barely half a dozen responses have come in from the advertisement that Louis and Lestat had put into the local gazette, searching for a third to their romantic partnership. Three of them were angry letters from the ‘good, upstanding, religious’ people of the community who thought that their relationship was sin in the first place, and attempting to shame them for attempting to corrupt a third person, one of them was clearly a joke, one of them was unreadable due to the poor spelling, but one had caught the attention of the couple. Lestat read it outloud now, between himself and Louis.
‘Dearest friends, I write to you not on behalf of myself, for I know that I am not what you are looking for, but for my brother, my best friend in this world, and someone who I can highly recommend for this relationship that you are seeking. You have met him once before, on Canal Street a few months prior, he was the one who was doing a performance, consisting of flips and jumps from one building to the next. You both had stood out to him, and he has been unable to cease speaking of you since. Once I had spotted your advertisement in the paper, I showed it to him immediately - and that is when what I believe his fatal flaw had struck. He is much too shy and introverted to reach out to you himself, so that is why I have decided to step in and write this letter. My brother is hard-working man who loves not just with his heart, but with his entire soul, and he certainly has enough for the both of you, if you would consider him. If you are interested, he is performing with his troupe on Tuesdays, Thursdays and Fridays at the local circus, performing his trapeze act at seven pm, and nine pm. I do hope you take advantage of this opportunity sirs, and that you give my brother the chance to be very happy. Sincerely yours --’
“I remember him,” Louis spoke, sounding lost in thought. “I believe you referred to him as .. a bird of some sort - or was it a monkey?”
“Both, as I recall,” Lestat spoke. The way that you had flown through the air, it put both of the vampires’ gracefulness to shame. “He was a handsome little darling though, wasn’t he?”
“Yes, yes he was,” Louis said, his eyes darting towards a calendar that he kept for pure sentimental purposes, though each night seemed to blend into the next. “It is a Friday.”
“Then we shall go to the circus,” Lestat said, reaching for his hat.
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Imagine preparing for your second child with Elizabeth, and thinking about the work load.
You finally finished setting up the crib, kneeling down on one knee, fastening in the last of the screws, right as Elizabeth came in - her swollen belly entering the room a full second before the rest of her body did. “That looks really good,” She complimented, leaning against the wall which had been painted a light but calming blue with pink, orange and white clouds sailing across it.
“Since I’ve been working on it for the past hour, I’d hope so,” You chuckled, getting back onto your feet. You put your tools away and then approached her, running your fingers over her stomach. “Did you get our little one down to sleep?”
“Yup,” Elizabeth nodded and then sighed. “I’m not looking forward to having to do that with two of them.”
“Hey, hey, you’ve got me to help,” You assured her. But she laughed at that, fingers covering her mouth to keep herself from being too loud.
“You’ll just rile them up, you always do. Remember when you gave our son ice cream right before night time?” She reminded, her eyebrows raised.
You laughed sheepishly, rubbing the back of your neck. “Okay, yeah, that was a mistake that I more than paid for that night. But I learned from it and … we can do this.” Your eyes trailed down her body to her protruding stomach, the bump just touching yours despite the fact that the rest of her seemed so far away. “We will do this.”
“Not much choice now,” She said, looking a little unsure. “It’s going to be a lot of work, having two of them now.”
“Two of them, two of us, and we’re bigger than they are,” You said, puffing out your chest. “They’re no match for us.”
Elizabeth giggled again, and then breathed out slowly. “I have a feeling you’re going to regret saying that once this one can walk,” She said, caressing her stomach, making you grin.
“I’ll have you to rub it in my face, so it’s fine by me.”
Requested by: Anonymous
#Elizabeth Olsen#Elizabeth Olsen x reader#Elizabeth Olsen imagines#celebrity#celebrity imagines#imagines#x reader#elizabetho#request
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Hey! Bit of a random question, but have you ever seen the movie Troy? (it came out 2004 I think)
Yeah, it's been a while but I remember liking it!
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Love is a Place to Hide {Nicholas Garrigan x Spouse!Reader Oneshot}
Requested by: @groovyqueer
Wordcount: 2320
Summary: After graduating medical school, you and your husband start making plans.
Warnings: Light swearing, implied sexual acts.
The water was cold when it hit your skin, freezing even, making you gasp as you arose from it, hair sticking to your face. You heard a loud laugh beside you - your husband, Nicholas, shaking his head, water droplets flying everywhere. You couldn’t help but smile as well, seeing how happy he was. He must have seen the same thing in you since his grin was wide enough to just show the little tooth gap that he had on the left side of his mouth. “We made it, Nicky,” you said, swimming over to him in the lake, avoiding your other classmates. “We graduated. We’re actual Doctors now!”
“Dr and Dr Garrigan,” he said with a laugh, wrapping his arms around you underneath the water, bobbing up and down. The cold hardly seemed to bother him. You were forgetting about it also, feeling warm in his embrace instead. Your hand went to his shoulder to help keep you up, your wedding band twinkling in the pale sunlight. You had married young, during your second year of university, after only a year and a half of knowing one another. But when you know - you know. That’s what people say, and you understood it to be the truth. You looked into Nicholas’s adorable face, with his poofy hair, and his do-good attitude, and knew that he was the only man for you.
And now, now you were both Doctors, finished with Medical School, getting ready to make your mark on the world. “Now we just have to figure out exactly where we’re going to practice,” you said, kissing his wet cheek, making him blush. Even now, after the honeymoon phase was older, you were still able to bring that reaction out of him, and there was something beautiful about that. The way that the pink spread across his cheeks, his nose.
“I have a globe back at ‘ome,” he said, a mischievous grin on his face. “Why don’t we give it a spin? Wherever we land is wherever we go.”
You poked his cheek gently. “Within reason, Nicholas. We should have at least a quick look at current events before we go. I want to help people, but I also don’t want to go somewhere that’s really dangerous for us - is that a deal?”
“Alright, alright,” he said, rolling his eyes but he was still smiling at you. Giving into you, as he always did.
Dinner with his parents had been an awkward affair, as per usual. They never really approved of the marriage between you and Nicholas, simply because you were also in medical school. They thought that their son should be with someone that was more like his mother. A stay-at-home wife. Someone to give him lots of children and then spend all of their time watching them, cleaning the house, cooking roast dinners. You weren’t like that. You wanted to work, you wanted to help save lives, you wanted to make a difference, which was one of the major things that you and Nicholas ended up connecting on.
“Your mother and I are very proud of you, Nicholas,” His father said, pouring you all just a splash of sherry. He was a very reserved man, hardly taken to drink. Not like his son has. “And you too, y/n,” he said, as an afterthought.
“Very proud,” Nicholas’s mother smiled at the two of us. You put your hand on your husband’s thigh beneath the table, giving it a squeeze, smiling back at the older woman.
“Not quite as good a degree as mine...” His father continued. “-but a fine one nevertheless.”
You scoffed, unable to help yourself, and Nicholas laid his hand on top of yours. Nicholas’s mother shook her head slightly, used to this sort of pompousness from her husband. And Nicholas looked slightly disappointed. What boy didn’t want his father’s approval? And what father would compare his own degree to their child’s - especially after all those years of medical school? It hardly seemed fair.
“Being a family doctor..." Mr. Garrigan said, sitting down in his seat. “Well, let me tell you, Nicholas, you’ve chosen a fine life. If we’ll all raise our glasses - a toast.”
It took everything inside of you not to roll your eyes. But you picked up your glass and raised it, just as everyone else at the table had. “To father and son. And a long future together.”
“And to wives,” You added, right as you clinked glasses, looking at Mrs. Garrigan, who seemed to blush slightly at being included in the toast. “And to Doctors in general, shouldn’t we?”
“There’s three at the table now,” Nicholas said, looking at you with a grin. His father looked a bit shaken, bringing the glass to his lips without saying anything more. “Three doctors, in one family.”
“It’s wonderful,” Mrs. Garrigan said, probably patting her own husband’s knee under the table. You looked at Nicholas, making eye contact with his big, beautiful blues and winked. He knew that you had his back.
An hour later, you were in his room, sitting on the floor and going through some of his childhood things while he laid on the bed smoking. It was just a twin-size bed – small, and you couldn’t fit on it with him. He would be taking the guest room tonight, stretching out on the big bed by himself, which was still less comfortable than this one.
He surprised you by screaming. Well, more of a yell but it was still loud enough to make you jump, to turn your head away from the G.I. Joe Toys that you were examining to see what was with him. “Nicholas, are you alright in there?” His father’s voice came through.
“I’m fine,” He shouted back. He started to sit up. “I’m fine,” he said again, quietly.
“What a prick,” You sighed. “You know, he wouldn’t even have a job if it wasn’t for people like us. Family doctors, running tests on people, finding out the problems for him to go in and act like a hero. You know who is always in demand? Us. You know who would still have a job if we had shaky hands? Guess what! Us.”
Nicholas looked down at you and chuckled. “Tell me how you really feel about him.”
“Infuriates me. And also - we’re married, Nicholas. And they won’t even let us have the guest room together. They drove us to the airport on our honeymoon, they know that we-”
Nicholas laughed again and put his hand on your mouth, stopping you from saying something vulgar. “Say it any louder, and they won’t even let us be in a room together,” He teased. Then his eyes seemed to catch on to something, and he remembered the plan that he had come up with before. He got up from the bed and grabbed the globe, setting it on his nightstand beside the glass of whiskey that we had been sharing. “Okay, first place we land, we go,” he said.
You nodded, your heart beating quickly with anticipation. Were you really about to make a life changing decision by spinning a globe? Yes, you really were. This spontaneous side of Nicholas was something that you adored. Seeking adventure, even at the most inopportune times.
“This is terrifying,” you said, standing up pacing along behind him, looking over his head of wavy hair to the globe as he closed his eyes and gave it a spin. You almost couldn’t look yourself. But you also couldn’t look away. Round and round the globe went, until Nicholas put his finger on it, bringing it to a stop. You bent down over his shoulder to see the large country that was painted pink beneath his nail.
“Canada,” he said. He really didn’t sound sure about it. Actually sniffed his nose at it and then gave it another spin before you could stop him.
“Hey, first place we land, we go,” You argued.
‘But come on. It’s Canada. It’s basically like being in England,” he said, a look of disdain on his face, his finger stopping on the globe again.
“Oh, we are not going to Uganda,” you said, shaking your head. “There’s a civil war brewing there, I read about it in the papers. I know you want adventure but I’m not ready to be surrounded by guns.”
“This was a bad idea,” Nicholas sighed, falling back onto his ass on the floor, glaring at the globe like it was his fault.
“Actually - it’s not,” you said, brightening up. “You want adventure? You want to make a difference?” You could see that you had his attention with that, his blue eyes sparkling curiously. You moved the globe back to Canada and pointed towards the northern territories. “We go here.”
“And freeze our arses off?” Nicholas asked, raising an eyebrow. You sighed and rolled your eyes.
“Don’t worry, I’ll find a way to warm you back up,” you said, putting your arm around his shoulders, looking at the second largest country on the globe. “But think about it, Nick. There are people out there, people who don’t get access to healthcare usually. Or if they do, it’s really expensive. And not only that, but they also live a totally different lifestyle than we do, right? So, there’s the adventure. PLUS,” You added, looking at his unconvinced face. “- who doesn’t want to ride on a dogsled? Come on. Don’t tell me you’ve never thought about it.”
He sighed, the air blowing up, moving his brown bangs out of his face. You smiled, biting down on your lip, knowing that you had him. Knowing that you were slowly getting into his head with it all.
“We land, we go,” He finally agreed.
“We land, we go,” you said with a grin. “Besides, if it gets really cold - we’ll have to snuggle up close to one another for body heat, and that doesn’t sound bad at all, does it?”
Nicholas looked at you, and then to his small bed, a playful smile beginning to cross his face. “Bit nippy for late spring, dont’cha think?” He asked you. “Should we get started on practicing that now?”
You caught his line of thinking and instantly started to undress yourself, taking off your sweater. His hands were on your waist in seconds, one wrapping around it and the other helping to tug your shirt up over your head, his lips attaching themselves to your skin. Together, you crashed down onto the twin-sized bed, with just enough room if you two held one another close, which was exactly what you had planned to do for the rest of the night.
After getting your VISAs, making travel arrangements, finding a place to stay and making medical contacts in Yellowknife, you touched down in the Northwest Territories for the first time, the plane. It wasn’t the biggest airport you’ve ever been in, but it was still larger than you had thought it was going to be.
“It’s also said that Yellowknife is one of the best places to see the Aurora Borealis, can you imagine that?” You chattered happily, waiting for your bag. “We could just ... step outside and see one of the most beautiful things on earth."
“And if I ever wanted to freeze my bollocks off, I just have to open a window,” He mumbled. You had managed to talk him into the trip, to get him slightly enthused, but as soon as the colder-than-Scotland weather came around, he had turned almost into a child. You leaned in and kissed his cheek, then ran your fingers through his dark wavy hair.
“If they ever get cold, I’ll massage them back to life,” you told him with a smile. “Can you please just smile for me, love? We’re where not many people ever step foot. It’s almost like - we’re explorers, don’t you think?”
“Darling, light of my life,” Nicholas said, wrapping an arm around your waist. “I say this with all possible love. But you have to be one of the nerdiest people that I have ever met in my life.”
Your smile grew even wider with that. Of course you took that as a compliment. “And that’s what drew you to me in the first place, isn’t it? My supreme nerdiness and endless optimism?”
It was his turn to smile now, finally, showing off that small gap that he had in his teeth, your favorite little spot. One of the few features that reminded you that he was indeed human, and not some perfect figure of your imagination. The slightly bulbous nose, the tooth gap, the freckles, the way that he enjoyed taking his shirt off even when he wasn’t the most muscular fella around. All of these adorable things made up your husband - Nicholas Garrigan.
“Your face helps too. And your body isn’t too bad,” he said, his hand starting to tickle your side. You squeal a little and try to swat him away, but he just takes the opportunity to pull you in closer to him, looking at one another, your eyes completely caught. “But you’re right, as usual. I do love that brain of yours. And how you seem to be even more adventurous than I am. Only you could see snow and want to go out there, like someone trying to find the Northwest Passage.”
“And now aren’t you even happier that I got you to take those history electives?” You said, eyes glowing brightly in the harsh airport lighting. “Come on - getting married and navigating medical school was our first big adventure. This is only the next one.”
#Nicholas Garrigan#Nicholas Garrigan x reader#Nicholas Garrigan oneshot#The Last King of Scotland#The Last King of Scotland oneshot#movie#movie oneshots#x reader#oneshot#nicholasg
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Oneshot Requests Closed
I’m temporarily closing oneshot requests, as a lot have piled up and I need to play catch-up again. Thanks for being patient with me everyone!
As of right now, these are the requests I’m going through.
[1] Nicholas Garrigan
[1] Jaqen H’Ghar
[1] Jaime Lannister
[1] Kit Walker
[1] Dean Winchester
[1] Gerard Way
[1] Aragorn
[1] Eomer
[1] Jonathan Crane
[1] Lt Hiram Coffey
[2] Arthur - Inception
[1] Adam Stanheight {2 Parter)
[1] Captain Hook
[2] Arthur Curry
[1] Tyrion Lannister
[1] Michael Emerson
[1] Rick Flag
[1] Lost Boys
[5] Lestat
[1] Marvel Cast
[1] Henry Wu
[1] Thor
[1] Louis de Pont du Lac
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The League puts out a bit of a warning about Sorceress and her abilities, but some folks just don't listen--
Black Adam: "I've heard of you. Your tricks won't work on me, witch."
Sorceress: "Well, that wasn't very polite. Just for that..." *slowly looks him up and down, before playfully trailing a finger down his chest* "...you're going to use those lovely muscles of yours to get the artifact I'm looking for."
Black Adam: *almost laughing* "I don't think so, you--" *tendrils of magic swirl around him* "...I....you...I...*can't take his eyes off her lips*
Sorceress: "Be quick about it, and maybe I'll give you a kiss...."
Black Adam: *flies off immediately to do her bidding*
*a few hours later*
Superman: "We DID warn you."
Black Adam: *clearly embarrassed* "....it won't happen again."
I feel like Victor Stone might be one of the few that would be able to go against her powers, he puts in some kind of programming to keep him on task - but he also has a folder of pictures of her.
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Arthur has, like, the least amount of impulse control of the Justice League men at the best of times, so he doesn't even really try ignoring Sorceress's wiles--
She tries stealing something from the League, Arthur interrupts and immediately decides fooling around with her is the best way to thwart her schemes
(Sorceress has to admit he's basically right - she spends the afternoon making out with Aquaman instead doing any actual, you know, supervillainy--)
Very clever of him.
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Quick little reminder to anyone hurted and anyone who needs it: You are so beautiful, so wonderful, so amazing. You are so valued and loved. You are priceless. Even if you don't feel like it today, if no one has said it to you today. I think you're doing amazing.
Thank you for being here, for staying even when things got hard, for keep going and trying to do your best even when no one else sees how hard you're trying. You are not alone. Keep going.
<3 <3 <3
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I like both Lestats, each actor added their own charm/ character to him.
I agree! I like all three in different ways.
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i noticed you did an arthur oneshot a few years ago... soooo i was wondering if you could do an imagine for arthur thats basically "imagine being an architect on cobb's team and arthur falls in love with you" (ps also wondering if you do smut or hotd fanfics)
I do write smut and I would write for hotd :)
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