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Hello Callie! Thank you for the really nice message and support😭 I'll keep up doing as best as I can💙

I hoped you liked the first part, even though it brought you to tears! :( Dry your tears for now and save it for later, anon, because I’m currently writing more of Stephen’s self-blaming thoughts for the second part. Stick around and it’ll be up in a few days :)

Word Count: 3.071 words

Genre: a mix of cute fluff and my usual dose of angst

Trigger Warning: several mentions of death

Summary: The night after Tony Stark’s funeral, you and your husband Stephen stayed aside to help Pepper out. Stephen deals with the aftermath of the hero’s death by contemplating whether his move during the fight was right or not to those left behind by Tony, all the while he tries to cheer Tony’s confused and scared daughter, Morgan.

Part One of The Guilt of a Messenger. Part Two will be posted soon!

A/N: This will be a two part story based on Stephen’s reaction during the new deleted scene from Avengers: Endgame. This is kind of my interpretation of Stephen’s guilt that was shown there, and the way I write him in here might be a bit out of character since Stephen is a “you gotta do what you gotta do” kind of guy, but this scene really shed a new light on me about how deep down Stephen still cares, even though he did what he had to do to save the world. I swear the second part will be filled more with the reader’s presence than the first one, as this one is more Stephen-centric. Please keep me updated if the ‘keep reading’ sign doesn’t work, thank you :)

“Well, the dishes are all clean now,” May said, walking away from the sink and drying her hands with paper towels, “We should be going back home and let you rest, Pepper. Little Morgan needs you to tuck her to bed soon, right?” Pepper’s eyes moved from May’s figure to her daughter, Morgan, sitting on the lower steps of the staircase, waiting for her mother to tuck her into bed upstairs. Her daughter looked lost as she silently observed the two remaining adults left in the living room, and Pepper hated how she looked upset, confusion written all over her face, barely having any idea what have been going on these past few days, he doting father suddenly absent from the house.

Pepper hated the idea of her daughter, barely old enough to understand death, have to live for the next few days (or months, or years, until she finally understands the permanence of death) wondering where her father was and when will he be back. And Pepper also hated how she couldn’t call Morgan their daughter anymore, but she’s her daughter now.

“Thank you so much, May,” Pepper said, opening her arms to give the brown-haired aunt a hug, “I really appreciate all your help for today. I could handle the rest from here.” May smiled and let herself be engulfed into Pepper’s warmth, and she made sure to hug her as tight as she can, because May knows well that a good hug helps, especially when you’re grieving for your loved one.

“Hey, you’re not going to handle anything tonight, Pepper!” The two women parted slightly and turned towards the sliding screen door, where you had just walked in a long with a somber Peter Parker at your side, “I’m not going to let you move all this furniture back into place all by your own when you have someone like me. It’ll be a waste of my powers if I don’t use them for any good, right?” Your words earned a small smile from Peter, although it didn’t take a genius to figure out that they were fake, barely reaching his eyes. You’ve known Peter Parker long enough to know that his eyes twinkled when they smile, and they’ve been losing the glimmer in them ever since Tony died.

You opened your arms as well and slung them tightly to Peter’s body, catching the boy off guard as he yelped in surprise. “You go home and take some rest, okay? Everything will be okay, Pete, trust me.” It took a few seconds before the boy recuperated the hug, but when he does Peter buried his face into your shoulder, his own shoulders heaving heavily as he inhaled and exhaled deeply. Your fingers found their way to his brown locks as you caressed through them, feeling Peter ease into your arms at the gesture.

“Thank you, (Name),” Peter parted from your arms and gave you a broken smile, one he didn’t have the energy to hide anymore, and certainly revealing the current state of his mind and heart for these past days, “We should get going and give Pepper and Morgan some rest, May. Good night Pepper, (Name), and Morgan.” At the mention of her name, Morgan gave a small wave to Peter as she watched him and his aunt exit the cabin from her spot. You and Pepper escorted them to their car and watched as the tail lights of their car merged with the darkness of the night.

As you both walked back into the cabin, the view of Morgan waiting by the sliding door grew clearer as you both drew closer. She seemed as if she was staring off into the lake from afar, but you soon realized that her eyes were trained at the figure floating on top of the docks, the red cloak on his shoulder dully sparkled under the moonlight.

“Can I go to Uncle Stephen for a sec, mom?” Morgan tugged onto Pepper’s black dress, eyes moving from her mother’s towering figure to where Stephen was currently meditating, “I need to give him this. It’s very important.” She revealed a small paper that is folded in half, hidden behind her back all this time, her tiny fingers gripping onto them carefully as to not crumple the thin paper. Pepper’s eyes turned into confusion as she threw you a glance, wondering what your sorcerer husband has in mind. You shrugged your shoulders as you were just as confused as she was, since Stephen didn’t mention anything about Morgan to you.

“Sure sweetheart,” Pepper moved towards a table near the door where a flashlight was sat on top of it, crouching down to give the item to Morgan, “Just turn them on and don’t run to him, because you might hurt yourself, okay? You go on now and be careful!” Morgan gave you both a smile, one that looked precisely like Tony’s, before she went off and headed straight to Stephen, who seemed to be waiting for her arrival. Your gaze shifted to Pepper when you were sure Morgan was safely standing beside Stephen, seeing what was left of her composure slowly break at seeing the ghost of her husband from Morgan’s smile.

“Come sit down, Pep,” You raised your hand and levitated a stool towards her, gently easing Pepper down, still facing her to the docks where Morgan and Stephen were conversing, “You watch the two of them while I put things back in place, okay?” Pepper nodded and turned her head away from you, letting silent tears trickle down her cheeks while she tried her best to keep her eyes on her little girl. You turned your back towards the scattered furniture in the living room and gave your grieving friend some space, focusing on your powers instead to levitate all the furniture back into place.

Couches, stools, and coffee tables moved in the air as gentle as possible, Pepper’s soft sobs the only audible voice dancing in the air. As everything was soon put back in their place, you used your power one last time to levitate a tissue box from the kitchen, and you had almost knocked it against a stack of drying glasses when you heard Pepper gasp.

“Oh my god.” Pepper’s gasp broke the thick silence that covered the living room once her sobs had died down, and it caused you to drop the tissue box mid-air to rush to her aid. The blond-haired widow had opened the sliding door wide and let a surge of wind blow into the cabin, her locks swaying to the rhythm of the gush. When you were finally by her side you finally understood why her eyes were blown wide, for the first time since Tony’s death, in amazement.

Summary: Headcanon about how the SVU guys deal with you when you’re drunk! 

Characters: Sonny Carisi, Rafael Barba, Mike Dodds, Nick Amaro, and Peter Stone. 

Trigger Warning: Fighting and inappropriate touching (mentioned).

Authors Note: This might be a pretty long post, so I will have to cut it at Sonny’s headcanon and the rest of the guys will be under the ‘keep reading’ sign. Please keep me updated if the ‘keep reading’ sign doesn’t work, thank you :)

Sonny Carisi:

Our sweet, tender detective has a knack for taking care of people, we all know that.

After a date night that ended with you having one too many drinks, Sonny will take you back home. Once you both arrived at the apartment safely, Sonny will help you navigate to his bed, a gentle grip on the small of your back as you wobbled your way in.

He slowly sets you down on the bed (and you were out the minute your head hit the pillows), and started his quest to make sure you have a nice rest by taking of your heels and accessories.

Sonny knows that you trust him enough to take care of you properly (and since he would never do anything bad without your consent, ever), so he slowly strips you out of your dress and put you into more comfortable sleeping clothes: his faded Fordham law tee and sleeping pants.

Next he fished out the makeup remover on top of the vanity and starts to remove the heavy layer of makeup on your face (he actually knows which ones to use on what product, a knowledge he learned from his sisters and didn't think he'll need until now).

And when you're clean and comfortable, Sonny would set a glass of water along with some Advil on the nightstand, and set down an empty bucket beside your side of the bed (just in case). He'd give a gentle kiss at your forehead, careful not to wake you up as he crawled into the covers to sleep. Being the cuddler, his arms would snake around your torso and pulll you close to him, in which you’d nuzzle back into his warmth.

Honestly Sonny's the best at taking care of people, and you'd wake up in the morning with a banging headache, but feeling how light your face feels and the soft clothes touching your skin rather than the skin tight dress from the night before, you were grateful for his help nonetheless.

Word Count: 2.403 words.

Genre: angst angst angst because it’s hard for me to write Quentin other than angst ok.

Trigger warning: physical abuse in the end.

Summary: The night before Quentin’s last mission in London, you finally told Quentin how you feel like you’re losing him with how serious he was portraying Mysterio. When you felt there was some hope left in your shaky relationship, things spiraled down pretty quickly.

!! THIS POST CONTAINS SPIDERMAN: FAR FROM HOME SPOILERS !!

From the railings of the balcony you were leaning on, the glass sliding door that was pulled shut showed you a good view of Quentin. His figure was hunched down to tinker with his helmet on the desk, and sometimes you’d catch the annoyed expression on his face whenever the camera attached on it malfunctioned. The brown-haired man barely noticed you were observing him from the balcony, as he was too focused on the transparent helmet that looked out of place at such an expensive hotel room.

As you turned around to flick the cigarette fiddled on your fingers, you saw the stage of Quentin’s biggest show yet: the London Bridge. The view of London from where you were standing was breathtakingly beautiful, as all the light inside the buildings surrounding the area were turned on, creating an ensemble of artificial stars as they glowed yellow. The River Thames even reflected the glimmer of the city lights and the bridge, as they blurred together in the moving current to brighten up the night. And of course, the London Bridge stood out like a sore thumb even in night time, the brilliance of the light outlining the bridge’s architecture and making it a visible landmark for anyone to distinguish from afar. As alluring as it was, you couldn’t help the dread that formed whenever you saw the bridge, imagining the illusions the team made taking place there, with Quentin positioned at the center of it all, at the heat of the war zone.

Stubbing the end of your cigar at the balcony and throwing it to the bin, you let yourself back into the room, lingering a second longer at the door to watch Quentin, who was still working and oblivious to your presence beside him. Seeing the red alarm clock at the nightstand read 01:12 AM, you decided that it was time for Quentin to call it a night.

“Quentin,” You gently whispered, followed by a tender squeeze to his shoulders, “It’s getting late, my love. Let’s go to bed.” Quentin, although he was shocked back to reality by your touch, didn’t show a slight interest in your offer, even though his eyes showed that he was exhausted.

“Not now, (Name), I’m close to getting this camera working again.” He barely spared you a glance as he replied, and you’d decided to pull away from him, knowing full well he wouldn’t budge from his seat no matter how tempting sleep was to him.

“Alright. Five more minutes should be enough to finish that, right?”

“Of course. You go on and head to bed first, darling.” The pet name came out in a flat tone, carrying more fatigue and stress rather than the love and adoration it used to contain. You didn’t protest him though, nor did you mention how his pet names for you sounds forced nowadays, and stalked to the bathroom to clean up.

When you arrived back to the bedroom, Quentin was finally up from his seat and was stretching his back, some of the visible tension in his shoulders disappearing as he relaxed his muscles. He turned around to find you picking up the duvet, and Quentin followed suit, pulling his side of it to help the both of you climb together to the bed.

The both of you faced each other, Quentin letting a sigh of relieve as he enjoyed the feeling of the comfy bed against his sore body, while you once again observed him. When he finally looked at you, he finally realized you looked off: your mesmerizing eyes lacked the spark it used to had, it showed that you were bothered with something, and that didn’t quite sit well with him. Quentin let his fingers move so they find their way to your face, gently letting it glide across your smooth cheek to push away some strands of hair that fell and covered your eyes.

“You’re concerned with something, you’re bothered,” Quentin said, his voice in a light whisper, “Tell me what’s bothering you, (Name).” At this, your face scrunched up and you let out a whimper, throat suddenly contracting and making it harder for you to breath in and talk.

Quentin immediately caught up with the sudden change of emotions. Your eyes lit up in sadness instead, as they brimmed with tears you’ve been holding back. Your nose flared and your breath turned ragged as you tried to contain the sobs that are about to escape. Blinking hard, you looked deeply into his brown eyes, bringing your own hand up to caress his face.

“Let me tell you what I’ve been bothered with for this past year, Quentin,” You managed to choke out, although your voice was starting to waver, “You’re here right next to me, yet I feel like you’re a million miles away from me. You’re so close to me Quen, yet I feel like you’re far away from me. And it bothers me every day because I feel like I’ve been traveling with Mysterio these past months, not with the husband that I love!” That was the finally straw for you as you abruptly sat up, turning your back from him as you dried your tears roughly with thumb. Not a second later Quentin was by your side, trying to border his confusion while frantically finding a way to console you.

“What? What do you mean I’m far away? I’m right here beside you!” His rough hand that laid on your bare shoulders were swatted away, and Quentin panicked even more seeing as the tears didn’t stop flowing, “I’m here (Name), I’ve always been here, right beside you.” This time he moved in front of you, kneeling down so you both could see eye to eye. When he did lock eyes with you, your eyes were filled with so much pain instead, none of his words enough to calm your broken heart.

“No, you don’t understand, Quentin!” The tone of your voice went higher as you started to turn frantic, the sobs escaping your lips doing a great job at expressing your exasperation, “I am fine with you prioritizing this revenge of yours, even though I am your wife and you vowed to always prioritize me. But I see you lose yourself more into this stupid superhero persona, and you’d come back to me every night with that detached look as if you’re far away from me. I’d call you out, make you dinner, try to get you to clean up and go to bed, yet you ignore my every attempt to pull you back to reality and you pushed me away! You’re starting to turn to someone I barely know, and I’m not only worried about losing the man that I love, I also worry he’ll be killed in this idiotic plan of his!”          

Quentin let his jaws drop in shock, finally getting a grasp of your inner turmoil. Ever so slowly he raised his hand closer to your chin, and when you didn’t object to the contact, he let his thumb gently wipe away the drying tears. You displayed yourself in front of him without shame: eyes blood shot and full of pain, dried tears glowing in the dim nightlamp, and most of all you showed just what you’ve went through as you see Quentin slipping away from your fingers. In the understanding look the man now gave you, you hoped he’d finally understand the concern you’ve been hiding, and finally let yourself to calm down and lean into his touch.

“I’m here, I’ve always been here with you, (Name),” Quentin said, this time his voice carrying the warmth and love you’ve craved so much, “You don’t need to worry about me losing myself, or endangering my safety during this last stunt. I’m not going to get killed, nor will I merge with Mysterio. Out of that suit, I’m just Quentin. You’re Quentin.” His last words flooded your stomach with butterflies, and you managed to smile tonight, although they look more like a pained smile.

“And how am I supposed to know that you’ll be safe?” You asked, snapping from your trance as the smile disappeared when worry snaked its way back to your heart, “You’re going to fight with real drones that carry missiles, Quentin, and god knows what Nick Fury is up to when he realizes Spiderman is out of the radar. For all I know, the chance of your getting injured, or worse, killed, is far bigger in this last show. How am I supposed to know that you’ll be safe out there, knowing you don’t have an actual bullet proof suit and impenetrable helmet that will give you a slight protection?”

“I’m not going to get killed. I could feel it, (Name), I could feel that I’d live to see us grow old. I promise you I’d stay alert and try to not get myself killed.” Quentin pulled his palm away from your face and offered his pinky, the way the both of you promise to each other.

“No, Quentin,” Again, you abruptly stood up and brushed past him, taking out the robe from the wardrobe and hiding away your barely clothed body, “A promise is not going cut it for me. I need more than just a promise, I need proof.” You finally turned to face him with your robe tied firmly, hands crossed in front of your chest as you contemplated silently.

“How am I supposed to proof my fate?” Quentin asked incredulously, and you could see him starting to turn disturbed by how his attempts at calming you down was futile, “I’m not a fucking seer, (Name)! I couldn’t show you my future tomorrow to see if I’d make it out or not!” His eyes were turning wild in anger and he looked almost feral now, his emotions boiling within at the frustration he was feeling.

“There is a way, Quentin,” With that you pushed past him through the wardrobe, grabbing the empty suitcase and slamming it down in the middle of the bed, “Come back home with me. Let’s drop everything and go back home. I’d know you’re much safer with me and away from this mess you’ve created, and it’d also prove that you still love me, Quentin. Because sometimes words just don’t do justice for me, however genuine you looked when you said you love me.” If Quentin looked like he was about to lose it a minute ago, he was clearly losing it now. You see his chest heaving up and down in a fast pace, his hands clenching and unclenching on his sides, and his face lit up in fury as his jaws were stiff and his eyes were glaring daggers at you.

“What? Are you crazy?” Quentin retorted back, tacking a step closer to tower over and intimidate you, “I’ve been planning this scheme for months, and you expect me to drop it all and come away with you? Just for a proclamation of love?” He seethed at you in disgust, and you could see it all unraveling within seconds: your beloved Quentin disappearing and now stood someone different, someone with so much ambition and vengeance that Quentin never had.

“If you still love me with all your heart, I know you’d do it in a heartbeat, Quentin.”

The next thing that happened caught you off guard. The slap that came forward was deafening against the quiet room, and it stung right after Quentin’s hand slipped away from your cheeks. You quickly held your own cheek, eyes turning in fear and shock as you backed away from him, your survival instincts kicking in as you started to fear for your life. Quentin’s fists were clenched, looking very much ready to make your face bruise further on. His eyes were filled with rage, so much rage, and the man that stood inches apart from you was not your Quentin. Quentin would never look at you like that, like you were an obstacle in his life that he was ready to obliterate any second. Quentin used to look at you with so much love and adoration, holding you with the gentlest touch and afraid to break you as if you’re a porcelain.

But you knew deep down that the old Quentin isn’t there anymore, that it was useless to snap him back to reality anymore, because he was too possessed with the idea of revenge and his concept of Mysterio. So you darted from your spot, barely missing Quentin’s hand as he reached to tug at your hair, and ran for your life. You didn’t look back and ran as fast as you can to the emergency staircase, glad that there was no sound of rushed footsteps trailing behind you. But just before you opened the staircase door, you heard his voice call out to you loud and clear.

“He’s gone, (Name). It’s Mysterio now. Quentin is long gone.”

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It was hard navigating your way towards the London Bridge, and it was even harder to evade the bricks and burned cars when you tried to get to the center of the bridge. You kept on looking up, trying to spot a glimpse of Quentin even though clouds of smoke lightly covered the air. When you finally reached the center, a red and black figure came swooping down from the gaping hole at the glass floor walkaway, but it wasn’t your Quentin. Spiderman swiftly touched down at the pavement, and he took out his mask to take a big gup of air, barely noticing your presence. When you were close enough, he finally looked alerted, panicked even, that you’ve seen his face.

“Where’s Quentin?” You asked him, fear lingering in your voice. The young teen finally noticed you fiddling with the wedding band in your ring finger, and the feeling of guilt swept him away when he noticed who you were.

“Oh no, oh my god,” Peter whispered, feeling the guilt grow bigger as he finally registered who you were to Quentin, “I am so sorry Mrs. Beck, but he- Quentin didn’t make it. I’m sorry.” He stood silently, not knowing what to do, as you felt the realization dawn into you. You quickly distanced yourself from Peter and walked away, hugging yourself tightly and letting the tears of pain fall free from your cheeks.

God I've just watched Spiderman: Far From Home, and it was so so good that my urge to write has returned after watching it! I really want to write for Quentin Beck (Mysterio), yet words aren't flowing as easier as I expected because I tend to stick to canon when I write imagines, and personally Quentin's journey to the movie didn't make it any easier for me to write about him canonically ugh😫

I’m mad that Peter’s leaving SVU, and his exit arc very much resembles that of Rafael’s. But his reason for leaving, in my opinion and after watching Chicago Justice, was very much in line with his character. So, as much as I didn’t like how he’s subtly blaming Olivia as an indirect cause for his departure, I am kind of okay because that’s what Peter Stone would’ve done: be as objective as you can, don’t let any emotions get in the way. And being with Olivia was clearly holding him back, as a lawyer (it limits his objective views) and a person (as he sees himself being weak because of this).

So here, enjoy what I’d think would’ve passed in both of their minds during this abrupt goodbye:

“Thank you.” Olivia said with gratitude, finally feeling the burden on her shoulder disappear as the case was finally wrapped up.

“What? Because I put my integrity, my career, and everything I believe in jeopardy for a good friend?” Peter asked, pointing towards the courthouse while sounding exasperated. He wasn’t only frustrated because of the case. Peter looked back towards the woman standing in front of him, this fearless woman who wears her heart on her sleeves, and his heart aches as he let his last moment with Olivia sink into his mind.

“Yes. Yes. And I didn’t ask for this.” Olivia emphasized, wanting to get the message through that she’s grateful of his help.

“I know you didn’t ask for this, but I did it anyway. I was always going to do it.” Peter paused, finally letting a glimpse of his feelings to her, and she sees how her eyes widen in shock at his confession, “I hope you find someone like that again.” As if that wasn’t enough, he could clearly see the gears in Olivia’s mind starting to turn. She tilted her head, trying to search his eyes for the meaning of those words.

“What does that mean?” Somehow, she didn’t need to hear Peter’s answer to know what his sentence meant. His job was cursed in a way after all, not many ADAs was able to maintain the job for a long time. They’d all left: Alex, Casey, Rafael, and now joining them in stepping out of the office is Peter.

“Look at what I just did there? Now I don’t regret any of it for a minute, none of it. I’ve simply lost perspective. This is on me. It’s a weakness, and it’s a crack in my character.” Peter felt his throat tighten as his short time in New York flashed in his eyes: lamenting after his father’s death, the grief after Pam was killed, and the relapse of his drinking habits. He was weak, and Peter couldn’t be weak anymore, he had to be strong to fight in court, he had to be rooted to reality and get his head in the game. “But the fact is, you became more important to me than the case I was trying, and that is not me, Liv.“ And he could see the emotions Olivia displayed disappear as she registered his words, and now all that was left in those brown orbs was pain.

Peter leaned closer and grasped her shoulders with both of his hands, wanting to take one closer look at her, “You could look at a case with an open heart. I can’t do that, I have to- Stop.” He disregarded Olivia calling his name, he had to tell her what he needs to tell, this was his last chance. “I have to look at a case with clear eyes.” And he couldn’t do that with her. Not with her emotions slowly seeping into his career, not with her life gradually mixing up with his.

“Hold on.” Olivia protested, and she remembers Rafael’s painful good bye, and she didn’t want that to happen again. But Peter continues to talk.

“Stop. Just listen. I have to move on. I have to go, or risk getting blinded again.” He reached for her hands now, and as the seconds pass by, he could feel his heart tearing apart quicker. Peter’s now glossy eyes connected with her, and she could feel his own pain, the conflict in his soul was raw as he opened up to her, but she couldn’t seem to open her mouth to speak.

“Wait.” She could only mutter, asking for more time to collect her thoughts, because Olivia didn’t want him to go so soon, and not like this. It didn’t have to be this way, she thought, but Peter was very clear that his goals were already set.

Word Count: 2.066 Words

Genre: Angst and some fluff

Trigger Warning: Past character death

Summary: Sometime after your fiance, Mike Dodds, passed away, you decided to make the huge decision to move out of New York, with the purpose of getting away from all the memories you’ve had with him in the city to help you heal. Your father-in-law, Chief Dodds, isn’t to keen on your sudden move.

A/N: I’ve been having this idea ever since Mike’s death, and then this one episode in S18 based on the gif above. And watching the newest episode was the final push needed to write this. And I’ve also been wanting to write for Sonny and Mike himself, so let’s see where the future will bring me!

“God, I never realized I had so much stuff in here,” You groaned, putting in the last articles of clothing inside the very last box, sealing it tight and labeling it ‘clothes’ with drying black markers, “I really do appreciate your help, Will. I can’t imagine having to go through all of my things alone in such a short time.” William Dodds looked up from his own box, finished just in time with his fair share of items to pack as you finished yours.

“It’s not a problem, (Name),” William said, carrying the very last box and moving it to the door for better access, “I’m always happy to help you around.” He squatted down to make sure every box was secured tightly, and you used that moment to take in his appearance for one last time, as this might be the very last time you’ll see him.

He looked calmer, less rigid and formal than his appearance as Deputy Chief Dodds. But in your apartment now, well, soon-to-be-sold apartment anyway, he was just Will. Just a kind, caring father-in-law who cared about you as if you were his own daughter. William got up from his crouched position and gave you a lopsided grin, and you had to quickly look down because the pang in your heart struck out of nowhere, when the time you spent with William was full of smiles and laughter. Because that grin in William’s face was much like Mike’s, and your heart still aches at the tiny hints of Mike inside William. Who were you kidding? He was Mike’s biological father, of course they looked alike.

William seemed to notice the sudden frown and pulled you back to reality with a delicate tap to your shoulder, in which you quickly gave him a reassuring smile, as William’s grin faltered to a look of concern painting his face.

“You know you don’t have to do this, right?” William asked, slowly guiding you by the shoulder to sit on the couch, “I mean, I could help you find a job. There’s a lot of opportunities in New York, (Name), and you don’t have to travel miles away to just get a job.” The older Dodds was clearly still against your sudden move to Los Angeles, even after hours of helping you pack your things. You nibbled your lips, unsure of how to convince him of what you heart needed to do to heal, that it wasn’t just about the job.

When you were about to speak up, William raised his hand and spoke first, “I know, I know. Me putting things that way isn’t helping you have a smoother leave. But (Name), as selfish at it sounds, you’re the last person I have that’s a reminder of Mike,” He heaved a breath, and now you’ve just realized how his eyes started to glass over, “I love you, just like I love Mike as my own. Your presence here is kind of like a reminder that I still have a piece of him here, like somehow a part of my son is still here with me. That’s why it’s been hard for me to let you go, (Name). I’d do anything for you to stay, but deep down I’ve already known your heart is set, and there’s not much that I could do to convince you otherwise.”

You stared into the eyes of the father of your deceased fiancé, and the brown eyes that were just like Mike’s was reflecting just as much pain as you were feeling. When Mike died, his death had somehow ended the lives of two other people as well: you and his father. In the hospital room, William and you hugged each other as if your life’s depended on each other’s grip, crying and sobbing and begging that the scene that laid out wasn’t real. Because in fact, you both loved Michael Dodds so much, and his death inevitably turned both of your lives upside down, crushed both of your hearts in a way that seemed to have caused permanent damage.

But he hasn’t understood why you wanted to move so far away from him. It sounded unreasonable for him, he could’ve helped you search a job in New York so that you two can stay close and heal together. But it wasn’t just about a job, it was a whole new purpose of life that drove you to move. It was like reading a book, your time in New York has come to an end for now, and you’ve got to move on to the next chapter.

“Wait here.” You whispered to William, and he nodded and watched you go your room. Coming back with a small, white box with the same colored bow on top, you handed it to him, “It’s sort of a parting gift from me, for you to remember me by while I’m away, also to help you to keep Mike close by. I intended for you to open it when you’re back home, but I don’t think it could wait until then. Open it now, please.” Calloused fingers slowly undid the bow and opened the box, and William’s breath hitched when he saw what was inside. The strong man you’ve known for years started to tremble when he saw the photo on top, of Mike smiling gleefully, the happiness in his eyes caught perfectly by the camera.

So you carefully took the box from his hand, took out its contents, and laid out the photos of you and Mike on the coffee table, looking as joyful as ever around various places New York. They were mostly close-up photos of Mike smiling, grinning, and laughing, but you slipped some photos of you and Mike together, just because anyone can clearly see how much love Mike’s eyes held in those photos.

At this moment, understanding seemed to dawn into William, as he glanced at every picture of Mike alone, or the two of you, having the times of your lives as you enjoyed every moment in the city. You’ve been with Mike for five years, there was bound to be many memories stored in photos. And those five years you spent with Mike were to create new memories around the city, and William understood your pain now: you see Mike in every corner of the street. When William finally glanced at you, there was a bittersweet look in your face, but your eyes were also fighting to hold back the tears like him.

“I’ve probably told you a dozens of times already, but Mike really did bring happiness to my life, and I’m forever grateful that I’ve got the chance to know him in a special way,” You picked a picture of Mike, a soft smile playing on your lips as you caressed the picture with so much love, “But, like how you’ve been avoiding SVU because you thought Mike will be there at his desk, I feel that too, Will. I see him everywhere: at this apartment and hogging the sofa to lounge and watch TV, at our favorite diner right across the street while sitting at the booth next to the window, at that one bench in Central Park near the lake, at the Grand Central Terminal where we used to go home together, at Brooklyn Bridge because we like to look at the lights there, and I could go on forever! God, I see him everywhere that it hurts so much, Will. You get it now, right?”

“I do, (Name), I do.” William said, a solemn look gracing his face. Hearing him say it gave the feeling of a small burden finally lifted from your shoulders. William knew that he has to let you go for now if that was the only way for you to heal. Better having you away and slowly piecing your heart together than having you close but you’re being held back, William thought. Mike would’ve wanted the best for you, and this might just be it.

While William was lost in his thoughts as he started to slowly bear your departure, you were silently weeping next to him, caressing the picture of Mike in your hand as the tears flowed freely down your cheeks. He looked so youthful in it, grinning happily into the camera, never knowing that there will be a devastating separation for you both. God, why did he have to leave at such a young age, when the both of you have a lifetime together?

“Hey, don’t cry,” William sighed, finally realizing your current state when a sob escaped your lips. Taking the picture from your hand and gently guiding your head to lay on his shoulders, he wiped the flowing tears on your cheeks with his thumb, “Don’t cry, please. I understand now why you want to get out of this city as fast as you can. If it helps you heal, if it helps you make amends with your past and slowly mend your heart together, then it’s okay for you to go. Mike would’ve hated me if I kept you around, when you could flourish and seek a better life out there.” You slowly pulled away from William, shaking your head while roughly wiping away the tears.

“My life here is amazing, Will, it’s the best that I’ve ever had, but I’ve got to move on to the next chapter, which is Los Angeles. I know that staying here wouldn’t help me move on at all, even though I hated the thought of having to let Mike go. But this pain, this grief, it’s not good for me if I keep it in for a very long time. I needed a way to heal, and I think this might be it, and for that I appreciate you respecting my decision, Will. I really do.” William scooted closer and threw his arms out, and you gladly let him envelope you in his warmth, and you cried for the last time that day as William caressed your hair and whispered soothingly to you.

“Shush, it’s okay, Mike wouldn’t want you to postpone your life because of him, so you go out there and find yourself again. Your choice is completely understandable, (Name),” William’s tone was easing back to normal, managing to croak a small chuckle to lighten the mood, “But don’t you go rouge on me, okay? I’m expecting you to keep in contact with me, and if you disappear so suddenly then the whole LAPD will be looking for you.” You couldn’t help but giggle as well, feeling the sadness earlier slowly seep away to be replaced with a huge sense of relief and feeling so lucky that you have a caring family by your side.

“Yes, of course I won’t! I don’t even dream of not having you in my life anymore. I know I can count on you for anything Chief, you have my back and know that I have yours as well,” Breaking away from the embrace, you stood up and started to walk to the kitchen, “Would you like some tea? I thought some chamomile tea could help soothe our nerves.” William agreed to the offer, and you headed inside to get tea.

William stared back to the laid out photos once more, seeing just how happy his son had been, Mike even looked happier than his own father could make him. He already knew that you were the perfect partner for Mike from the start, not because of what you do or your family background, but for how you made him the happiest man alive, for how the both of you shared the purest love William has ever seen. And although Mike left this world far too soon, at least he was happy once because he’s found you.

“Tea’s ready!” You tenderly gave him the warm cup, and William gladly took it. Taking a small sip and humming in appreciation, William finally looked away from the photos in front of him to properly lock his eyes with yours.

“Thank you, (Name).” From the earnest look in his eyes and the small smile on his lips, you knew William wasn’t just thanking you for tea, he was implying everything you’ve both been talking about. You shook your head, taking a sip of your own and gazing back at him, mirroring his expression.

Word Count: 2.378 words

Genre: Platonic angst, honestly writing this broke my heart all over again

Trigger warning: death, guns, blood

Summary: (Taking place right after Season 20 Episode 12 - “Dear Ben”) Peter wasn’t ready to forgive his father yet, although some revelations from the infinity rapist case flipped his views upside down. He meets up with a friend who helps him realize that it’s about time he let the grounding weight of guilt and regret off of his shoulders.

A/N: guess who’s back after binge watching a TV series I stumbled upon lol. Honestly I wrote this because my heart aches every time because Peter isn’t dealing with his feelings right, so I decided to give him a platonic friendship that helps him deal and overcome the massive guilt he has:(

Although the sun had disappeared, Central Park remained just as beautiful during daylight, as the burning lamp post and the looming New York buildings illuminated the large natural sanctuary within the city. It wasn’t hard for you to spot Peter’s figure in the night, as he was sat on the bench facing the Gapstow Bridge alone, the yellow lamppost illuminating his slumped body, seemingly staring at the bridge and the buildings behind it with a somber look.

And as you neared, you could already guess what he needed to talk to you about so badly. Peter’s beautiful green orbs were empty, vacant of the sparkle you’ve come to know. The lawyer that sat on the bench wasn’t the strong, confident, and arrogant Peter Stone that was shown during court. This was another side only few who’s known him could see: broken. He let himself feel vulnerable for tonight, wearing his shattered heart for all to see, and there were only two reasons when he would let his guard down like this:

“It’s about your father and Pam, isn’t it?” Peter snapped from his trance, his startled eyes calming down as soon as he saw your small, comforting smile.

“You know, I hate to say it, but Liv’s right.” He started, scooting aside and taking the two coffee cups sat beside him, handing one to you. Muttering a small ‘thanks’, you settled yourself beside him and sipped the warm hot chocolate. Somehow, knowing Peter still put time and effort to buy you your favorite drink caused a small ache in your heart. When your mouth was about to open and say ‘you didn’t have to’, Peter was already one step ahead, raising his pointing fingers indicating you to stop. Perhaps this was Peter’s way of repaying you, you thought.

“Well, Liv’s always right,” You shrugged, causing Peter to roll his eyes, “You gotta be more specific about what she’s right on, Peter.” In that moment, you saw Peter gulp in the cold January air, and the contents of your stomach dropped, scared for what Peter was going to say, judging by the grimace on his face.

“She said it’s about time I forgive my father,” He finally muttered, and the slow signs of Peter’s heart breaking into pieces were evident from the waver of his voice and the rapid eye blinking, “The case about the infinity rapist? That case turned my perception about him upside down. He wasn’t the greatest father figure of all, he wasn’t a saint like what everybody said, (Name). I despised him then, I really do. For neglecting me and Pam when we were kids, for disappearing from the family, and for being a bad father in my eyes.” He bit his lip, eyes in concentration as if to find words to formulate all the anger and regret in his soul. You moved closer to where he sat, gently placing your hand over his arms, and soon his body relaxed from its tense position.

“Turns out, he wasn’t as bad as I made out. That trip to Montana where he sent me and Pam off for three months? He was trying to protect us from the infinity rapist, as that time was the peak of their conversation, as that bastard kept on mentioning us in his letters. That little league game he missed that meant so much to me? The infinity rapist actually struck the night before.” He took a deep breath, and a single tear trickled down his cheek, his composure starting to break.

“My point is: my father was never physically there for us. I was mad, because we were supposed to be family, and family sticks together no matter what. Pam and I only had each other, and all those years growing up without any parent figure really twisted my perception of him. I despised him as I grew up, and even as he died I continued to hate him even more. For leaving without any goodbyes, let alone an apology or an ‘I love you, son.’.”

At this point, Peter’s voice started to crack, he was blinking rapidly to contain his tears from falling even further. You knew, behind the brave face he puts, that Peter can crack even from the smallest mentions about his family. And this case was all about Ben Stone, it hit home for Peter. You wished you could take his pain away, but all you could do was hold him close as he drowned in his own pool of emotions.

“Turns out, he was just never there for us physically. He was there for us in some way, indirectly protecting us from the horrors of his job, trying to make our environment as safe as he can so we could go outside without having to constantly look behind our backs. He wasn’t the best father, but he had good intentions, and I hate myself for thinking so awfully of him. I wished I could have seen past all of this anger earlier, you know? Save myself from all the hate that’s eating me alive, maybe he’d be a little proud of me, and maybe Pam wouldn’t have died if I wasn’t so self-absorbed in this-“

“Peter, don’t blame yourself!” You cut him off, your own voice betraying you as you swallowed the ever-forming invisible lump in your throat, “Pam’s death isn’t your fault, and Ben have always been proud of you.” Peter finally dared to glance at you, but quickly looked down when you’ve seen the tears he fought so hard already streaming down his cheeks. Slowly you moved your hand to cup his cheeks, and he was forced to look at your determined, although watery, eyes, as you wiped away his tears.

“Peter, Ben’s always been proud of you,” The low whisper from your lips reached his ear but he shook his head in disapproval, causing your grip on his cheeks to tighten, “I’ve noticed it when he introduced us back in Chicago: there was this pride swelling in his chest as he introduced his son, fresh from law school, continuing his legacy as a lawyer. And I remember thinking back then, ‘no wonder he’s so proud of Peter.’, as you made a name for yourself in the city and helped the victims get justice.” Peter’s breath stopped when he heard your description, a look of disbelief apparent in his eyes.

“And not only that, Peter, you’ve grown to be a kind young man, with a huge heart that’s ready to help anyone in need. Any parent would be happy to see their son not only grow successful, but turn into an amazing, kindhearted human as well. And I’m sure Ben’s proud of that too, despite not having him around to do normal family stuff, you defied the odds and turned out as an amazing kid!” Peter slowly pulled himself away from your grasp, but choosing to hold your hand against his instead. Even after your long explanation, Peter still felt that it didn’t sit right with him. That Ben Stone couldn’t possibly be proud of his let-down, full of hatred son.

“He must’ve hated me now for hating him, and for taking away Pam’s life. I was supposed to protect her, and now she’s dead because I insisted on taking that case to court and was so confident that they wouldn’t be able to lay their hands on her. It’s only logical that he hates me now.” Peter said, denying the pep talk you gave him earlier. Taking a deep sigh, you broke away from his contact to take a gulp from the long forgotten hot chocolate, now cold from the long exposure of the cold air. Maybe it was finally time to reveal a little secret of yourself that you’ve kept hidden for so long, so that Peter would finally understand, you thought.

“Peter, I’m going to tell you something that only my family knows, and just listen to me until I finish because this will help clear things up for you,” You took a deep breath and braced yourself, and this raised the alarm within Peter’s still functioning mind, “I’ve been in your position before, Peter. I killed my own father because I didn’t dare to call 911 for help.” In that moment Peter’s heart stopped, as he sobered up from his sadness to stare at you in shock.

“What? What do you mean?” He inquired further, searching your face to see if you were joking. But he didn’t found any, instead Peter found bitterness and longing inside your eyes.

“It happened when I was five, while my sister was only three. It was just us and dad, he came home early since it’s the day the paycheck comes in. And he was about to pay the debts he had from loaning so much money that night, I remembered this relieved expression in his eyes when he was about to step into the night. But he didn’t even make it out of our house: a burglar came in, a gun on his right hand ready to shoot him and his left hand beckoning my father to give him the money.”

“I knew something bad happened when I heard screaming, the guy yelling ‘hand me the money’ over and over again. I hid in our parent’s wardrobe with my sister, and I could’ve reached for the telephone on the nightstand to call for help, but I knew that the loud noise from the telephone would cause a ruckus and the burglar will get to us. So I stayed silent, biting my lips while I covered my sister’s ears, hoping she doesn’t hear the horrors that went on. And then the gunshot rang, and soon the sound of footsteps retreated. I called 911 then, when I could’ve called the police before if I was brave enough and willing to take the risk. When I finally came out of the room to check on him, his chest didn’t hold any breath, there was blood slowly oozing out of his chest. My mom came home to a bloody living room and police surrounding our apartment, when I could’ve prevented it all from happening.”  

Peter stayed silent, a fresh wave of guilt now washing over him. He was about to speak up, say his condolences and say that it wasn’t your fault, you were just a kid after all, but you beat him to it, raising your hand and stopping him for even saying a word.

“I kept on letting that guilt eat me up Peter, for years and years. It wasn’t until my mother was at her death bed that she convinced me that it wasn’t my fault, that I was protecting my sister, that I had good intentions. In my father’s eyes, she said what I did was the right choice, that he would rest easy knowing I was there protecting my sister, and we made it out of that incident alive.” You were so caught up retelling the painful part of your past that you didn’t realize you were crying when Peter’s calloused thumb collided with your cheeks in the gentlest manner. This time he had a small, pained smile, and deep down you’ve realized that maybe he’s starting to understanding things now.

“My point is Peter, you had your best intention when you chose to defend the victim then, and your choice helped to take down a notorious cartel on both sides of the border and free the victims held there, give them a new purposeful life! Yes, Pam may have died in the process, but you didn’t mean for that to happen, Peter. And now’s the time to not only forgive Ben, but to forgive yourself as well. My father wouldn’t let me suffer through this guilt all my life, and I’m sure Ben and Pam wouldn’t want to you go through that as well, Peter.”

To those passing by the park, the both of you looked out of place. Wet cheeks sparkling in the dim light, the heavy tears that finally rolled down your cheeks reflecting the gleam. Hair tousled from the wind and the constant Holding onto each other’s hand in a tight grip, both of you seemed to be communicating through telepathy, although the both of you wore a similar, pained expression. Yet in that moment, even bystanders could see that you’ve both reached a point of understanding, that you’ve bonded through the same, aching past.

“So Peter, it’s not your fault,” You started again, although your voice was muffled as you tried to contain the whimpers threatening to break free, “Don’t put yourself in this position, Peter, it sucks feeling guilty and having it eat you alive for years. Ben, Pam, and I are so proud of how far you’ve come, but blaming yourself will do no one any good. So I’m going to say it to you every day so that you’d understand: it’s not your fault. It was never your fault, Peter.” He finally let all of his composure disappear, as he crashed into your shoulder and cried, letting all the anguish and regret he carried for a year to slowly disseminate through heavy tears and chocked sobs.

And you held Peter in the cold, distant night of New York, paying the people walking about no mind as you caressed his brown locks with delicate care, letting Peter pull you close in a tight embrace as he cried his heart out, while whispering over and over to him that it wasn’t his fault, that he was so loved, and that his family is proud of him.

And as Peter pulled away from your hold, eyes bloodshot and puffy, nose red with snot running down, he felt lighter, like the weight he was carrying was slowly lifted off. And as you chuckled at his ruined face and dabbed his wet cheeks with tissue, Peter leaned into your touch, smiling along with your soft, angelic giggles. And for the first time, Peter Stone knew he was going to be okay, that he can finally see that his father never resented him for his misdirected hate, that his sister forgave him for what happened, and that they were proud of him because Peter always had good intentions in mind.

I watched the Fantastic Beast and The Crimes of Grindelwald yesterday, and I'm even more hooked on Theseus Scamander! So I decided to make a second headcanon for this guy, SPOILER FREE as well!💥 I feel like I'll be writing more about Theseus in the future, there's a lot from his character that we could imagine and write about!

And for those who have watched the movie, feel free to drop by my inbox if you want to discuss🤗

You know how in my first headcanon I said that Theseus's position in a Quidditch team is a seeker? I'm starting to consider him as a beater now. I mean, have you seen his arms? He could be very agile and sharp (the qualities needed in a seeker), but he could also have a strong upper body strength to hit the bludger to the opposing team's ring

There's not much explanation of Theseus' hogwarts house, but my current guess is that he's a Gryffindor. He strikes me as someone who's impulsive, headstrong, and resilient. And I have a headcanon that he was a prefect or a headboy during his time there, displaying a perfect strict person that disciplined the rowdy students

But trust me, Theseus still knows his limit. He only ever goes all out on his discipline mode when the older students have gone too far. Instead when the new semester comes by and new students floods in, Theseus wouldn't hesitate to help the scared young ones. He'll crouch down so he could speak at eye level with them, spoke in a soft tone unlike the ones he'd usually use during his job, and would flash his warm smile at them in an attempt to comfort their anxiousness of being far from home

He seems like a man of action, always wanting to do concrete actions rather than sitting around and contemplating things. This is why he loved Defence Against the Dark Arts so much, because the class is full of practice on self-defence and offensive magic. His love for this subject was seen in his 'Oustanding' score in N.E.W.T

It was Dumbledore who suggested him to become an auror, because other than his qualified N.E.W.T scores, the professor saw great potential in him, and how this job was the right place for Theseus' needs to right all wrongs. Theseus followed his suggestion, and although the profession was time and energy consuming, he never regretted taking the job knowing full well that he's contributing to the peace of the wizarding community

Theseus knew he wasn't doing his best at his job as a brother. Ever since Newt was expelled, he grew distant, preferring the comfort of his creatures than human interactions. And Theseus rarely went home to meet him, so there was an apparent strain in their relationship. But Theseus still tried: he sent letters to Newt even if he was at the other half of the Earth, always invited him to eat together whenever he's in London, and always tried to show him that he loves Newt despite everything he went through (and deep down Newt himself hopes Theseus would see that he loves his brother too, despite the awkwardness that grew between them)

Theseus is very protective of the people that he loves. There was this one time after him and Newt had lunch that he heard one of his subordinates talking about Newt being a disgrace to Theseus' name, saying that studying beastly creatures will never bring him fortune and popularity. It took several people to hold Theseus down and preventing him to land another punch. And from that day on everyone learned not to talk badly about the people in Theseus' life if they didn't want to end up with a broken bone and loss of job

He's a very affectionate guy. And he'd take great lengths to show that. The whole of Hogwarts know not to mess with Newt, there's been too many occasions that Theseus would hex people who bully Newt into oblivion. Despite their parents being dead a long time ago, he still brings flowers to their graves and tell them about his missions as if they were still listening to him. Theseus also loves his subordinates, despite some being a total arse; there were countless time he'd throw himself in front of his subordinates to save them. Theseus is indeed a man of action, as you can see.

Word Count: 2.311

IW Fix-It Oneshot

Summary: You and Loki decided to settle down after being the better version of each other.

A/N: I'm back! After months of tackling my author's block I finished a oneshot, and decided to just write it on my phone and post it here, since I can't access Tumblr through my laptop. A teeny bit IW spoiler below, I hope I portrayed Loki right here & helped a bit in fixing our broken hearts😭 Enjoyy!

As if Wakanda wasn’t impressive enough, T’Challa and Shuri managed to throw a full-blown party to celebrate their victory. After successfully defeating Thanos and restoring half of the universes population back, the Avengers and The Guardians rendezvous back in Wakanda after their sweet victory. Delicious food and drinks were served, and the large assembly hall they occupied basically turned into a dance floor at Tony Stark's order, with dance music and disco lights lifting the mood. Your comrades were either indulging themselves in the heavenly music and the mesmerizing lights as they danced through the night, or mingled with the rest.

You excused yourself from Rhodey and his stories of the War Machine to fetch another glass of champagne. Deciding to move closer to the window, you prompted to just stand near the large windows and let the view of Wakanda's breathtaking sunset sink in your memories. It was amazing how so many colors blended perfectly, it felt like watching a masterpiece in the making, as the sun sets further down the horizon while the color turns far vibrant by the moment.

“Ethereal, isn’t it?” A voice whispered beside you, breaking your gaze from the vast savannah to search the owner’s voice.

On your right stood Loki, clad in a black suit like you've last seen him before Ragnarok happened. He looks dashing, and there seemed to be this different aura surrounding him. A pained smile painted his face, while his green orbs looked gloomy. Even though the real battle was won, Loki seemed like he has a battle of his own in his mind, and that was the only clue you could pick up from him. You couldn’t help the sudden wave of sadness that hit you, because you wish for once to see happiness in those emerald eyes of his.

With his hands crossed, he spoke with his eyes set on the glowing flare of the sun, “And here Earth manages to surprise me even more, I never thought this world could seem so enthralling.” You nudged the God, feigning offense at his words.

“Oh Loki, if only you'd give my wonderful planet a chance,” You chuckled, “Earth is more than the skyscrapers in New York, you know. There's so much more that meets the eye, all you have to do is travel and you'll see for yourself.”

“I am planning to do so, (Name),” Now this have caused your eyebrows to arch in shock, you didn’t expect this from Loki, “Since Heimdall can no longer assist me in my journeys to the other realms, and I'm sure my oaf of a brother wouldn’t leave me alone if I travelled beyond Earth, I decided to linger here a little bit longer.”

“There’s more than that,” You plainly said, seeing through him easily, “Loki, I've known you for years. You're not going for a voyage around Earth without a reason.” At this Loki smiled in amusement, clearly impressed how you knew him too well. How you could read him with such ease, an ability Loki witnessed only by his mother.

“To put it simply, it's kind of like some soul-searching for me.”

“Soul-searching?” Not wanting to keep you puzzled any longer, Loki took your hand and pulled you to a more secluded area. And when the god was sure there was no preying eyes near them, he opened his palms in front of you and conjured an illusion.

From the illusions you could see cliffs and the blue ocean in it. Soon you could make out Thor, Odin, and Loki himself sitting on a log. Their father spoke, and you could see the sorrow and confusion remaining in the brothers' eyes. Soon Odin bid goodbye, and his form disappeared into golden dust being swept by the ocean breeze. The illusion ended there, and your heart dropped along with Loki’s agonized expression.

“You see, (Name),” Loki started, “I can't deny that I am a man who lives with a lot of suffering. My mind seemed to make me feel insane, like I'm losing myself to my demons.” You instinctively moved closer to him, putting your glass away to hold both of his hands and rub circles on his open palm.

“It went downhill when I knew I was not a true Asgardian, I felt like that was the start of this mess. Things just got worse when Thanos tortured me, when my mother left the me, and when my father followed her too. And then Asgard turned into small debris, soon after Thanos took my life. As much as I am relieved he was taken down, I couldn’t find myself being overjoyed like the others. I felt that happiness is missing in my life for so long, and I want to rediscover it. While doing so, perhaps I could rearrange my thoughts and mend my broken heart. Because I really do need to calm my raging soul, darling.”

Loki didn’t realize memorizing the excruciating past and retelling it to you had caused him to shed tears until he felt your gentle hands move to cup his cheeks. You were also sharing his emotions, silently crying while your thumb wiped away his tears. At that moment he felt understood, he felt that we wasn't suffering alone, and he basked in your attention and leaned into your touch.

“And if you'd do the honor, I’d like to ask you to join me in my journey,” Loki asked, voice coarse, “Show me all the magnificent places this world has in store, tell me all the stories you could share. Make me forget about all the anguish, and make new memories here.” Your heart ached hearing his request, knowing full well you wouldn’t be able to be by his side.

“You should go, Loki, but I can’t accompany you.” A sigh escaped his lips, Loki already knew the reason why.

“Because you have your own dreams to achieve, I forgot about that for a moment,” You were about to mutter an apology when Loki cuts your first, “And that’s alright, I wouldn't want to hold you back. Now that all the part-time avenging is finished, it's back to full-time studying for you, isn’t that so?” A chuckle escaped your lips hearing his question, and you nodded as an answer.

“Believe it or not, you are one of the most considerate people in the world, you should know that,” For the first time tonight, Loki smiled and his eyes glints in affection, “I want to be by your side, I really do, but I'm already sidetracked with being a superhero. It'll feel so much better if we meet again when we've accomplished our own goals, don’t you think? Maybe then, we'd be a better version of ourselves, found whatever we felt absent in our life, make our dreams come true. And then we'll meet again, as a new and better person, and settle down for good. Does that sound good to you, Loki?”

The two of you were close, far more close than you two lent on. When the two of you met, you hated him for almost perishing your hometown. Things took a huge turn, and after many visits and dates, there was this unspoken thing you both felt. Love was in the air, it was obvious even to the bare eyes, but neither of you made it official. Although there was no title, somehow you both knew your hearts belonged to each other, and you’ll always be there for him as a home to return to, vice versa.

“I wouldn’t want it to be any other way, my love. I support you and your dreams, you should continue your studies and graduate. I'll make you proud when I come back, and I just know it deep down that you'd effortlessly do so as well.” Loki said, his voice holding so much fervor.

The two of you stood there, eyes locked onto each other with dried trail of tears on your cheeks. Loki was smiling, the windows of his soul showed you so much love, he looks at you with so much appreciation. Your hands found their way on his neck, and Loki soon found himself encircling his arms around your waist.

The distance between you and Loki shortened, and you could feel his cool breath and fast heartbeat. Your heart picked up the pace when he leaned in closer, now his hands moving up to your arms and resting at your cheeks.

“Can I ask you just one favor, my darling?” Loki whispered, his fingers gently moving your hair away, “Can I call you mine, just for tonight?” He didn’t get a verbal answer, but a bold action instead.

You kissed him and melted as he returned your move, as Loki took the lead and controlled the pace. He lapped your lips as if remembering how his lips locked against yours, deepened the kiss to show you he loves you, and when you parted to take a breathe Loki was quietly crying again. There were no traces of sadness, and Loki looked as if he found happiness, as if he found what he was looking for in you. His eyes were so full of love, and you mirrored the same expression as his.

“I love you so much, (Name).” His breathed out, grinning widely at how giddy and excited he was feeling. It felt like fireworks were bursting inside of him as he waited your answer.

“I love you too, Loki.” You replied, without hesitation and missing a beat.

One Year Later, New York City

The Avengers decided to pop by at your graduation, cheering loudly and calling out your name with so much pride that you could find them among the sea of crowd in the nick of time. They all greeted you with hugs, congratulated you with wide grins, and gave you bouquets of beautiful flowers as gifts. You were repositioning your hold on the bouquets in your arms when you heard Thor clear his throat.

“There’s a surprise for you, Lady (Name),” Thor gleefully smiled, and the rest of the Avengers depicted his excitement, “And we all think you'll like this very, very much.” With that Thor presented a blindfold, and you groaned seeing the piece of fabric.

“Honestly, you guys making it here already makes me so happy,” You laughed, but agreed to put the blindfold on anyway, “I think I've reached the limit of my happiness today, don’t you think?”

“Believe me, Lady (Name), all of us are a hundred percent sure you this could make you far more happy,” Thor said, and once he felt the fold tight enough, he took a few steps back, “Please count to three, Lady (Name)!” You released another laugh and followed his orders.

“One!” Loud footsteps and excited squeals filled the vicinity. You were sure those bastards bailed on you, but you decided to play along with their plan, maybe there was an actual surprise?

“Two!” Your surroundings were clear of any noise except the buzz from the crowd, but then you heard the click of shoes coming towards you. Your heart beats loud against your cage, adrenaline rushing through your blood.

“Three!” Before you had a chance, a pair of hands smoothly took of the blindfolds, and you were in the shock of your life seeing who was in front of you.

There Loki stood, showcasing his white set of teeth in a wide grin, his eyes shining with so much delight. You let out a squeal and immediately jumped into his arms, and Loki quickly caught you in his arms and engulfed you in his warmth.

“Loki! Oh my god, you're here!” You cheered, hugging the god tighter to convince yourself that he was really here, “Oh Loki, I miss you so much!” Pulling away from the hug, you took his face in your hands and took a good look at him.

Loki was still the same as you remembered him a year ago, just that there was this distinctive glow in him. His green eyes shone with happiness, something you rarely saw in him but it felt as if his soul was full of joy. There was no terror looming in his soul, no signs of melancholy anymore. He found peace, and the wait was worth it seeing him flourish like this.

“I miss you too, my love,” Loki said, his eyes turning soft as he saw your eyes glistening in tears, “I knew you’d make me proud. You always do, (Name).” Slowly he lets you down, but his arms are still snaked on your hips, pulling you securely against him.

“Yeah, and I see you've changed, I've never seen you look this happy. So Earth did a damn good job captivating your heart, right?”

“But still, you captivate me the most. My heart is so full of you, that everywhere I go I see you in my every journey. And my dear (Name), Earth is beautiful on its own but I don't think I could ever strain too long from your beauty.” Loki ended his confession with a passionate kiss to the lips, and you pressed back to express your love for him. His hands gently held your face to deepen the kiss, while you tugged onto his hair and moaned when the kiss brought you to heaven.

You two broke apart and inhaled sharply for air, all the while smiling and looking lovesick. But in truth you were happy, so happy for how your love story with him ended well.

“Be mine, my love.” Loki said between pants, and you chuckled hearing his question that sounded more like an order.