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chubbyheadquarters · 1 year

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♡First Valentine's Day With Them ♡

Genre: Romantic + Platonic

Pronouns: Gender-Neutral

TW/CW: None

Character(s): LMK Crew

A sorry post for being away for so long. There's another post stating why. Also, this one's a bit long, so prepare! Started writing this three days ago so sorry if there are any grammar errors, I wanted to get this out on time.

🐵Mk🐵

He's so adorable and sweet about it, it's absolutely teeth rotting. He looks up places that he thinks you'll like, see if he can get matching accessories, your favorite flowers. Everyone finds it cute- Pigsy just wishes he would put some of that effort into his deliveries.

When the day comes, he's at your home early in the morning with a giant bouquet and card with a drawing of you two. You gush about it, placing both in a safe place before giving him your gift. He's ecstatic upon seeing it, seeing as it's the new game he wanted so badly! Ugh, he loves you so much. 💖

He'll dash you away to the arcade, trying to win all the prizes he can for you, and after that, it's off to a cute little cafe that just opened. You're both enjoying your time there,goofing off and sharing treats. Of course, you end it off at Pigsy's, getting some noodles and joking around. Pigsy's so happy for his son.

At the end of the day, you thank him for the wonderful and sleep over. He's never cleaned his room do fast before-Mk's really happy that he was able to get you to smile so much. You enjoyed your time with him, and him with you. He couldn't imagine anything more perfect than this. He feels so lucky to have you as his Valentines.

☀️Sun Wukong☀️

Why choose one day to confess your love, when you can do it any or every day? What's special about THAT specific day? He doesn't get it, but he'll try his best. He'll look up what he can do, stuff he can get you, and make a quick pit stop to a food place and get you your favorite foods the day before Valentine's.

He thinks this'll be a peace of cake. After all, he's Sun Wukong! There's nothing he can't do! ... Except get rid of the nervousness that he feels as the day gets closer. What if you think it's too little? Maybe you'll see it as him taking you for granted? That he doesn't care?... Maybe he should improvise his plan a bit more.

Day of, he's at your home, inviting you to Flower Fruit Mountain. You're excited to see what he's planned, since he kept hyping it up. When you arrive, you're bombarded with gifts from the other monkeys. Fruit, flowers, little trinkets they may have stolen from Wukong's stash. It's incredibly cute and has you gushing and hugging them.

He'll bring out the food he got, along with a small cake just for you. It's kind of like a feast, and you're laughing a bit. He's a bit confused, but when you tell him how happy you are to see him put thought into this, he's beaming with pride. After stuffing your faces, you decide to hit the hay, cuddling and whispering sweet words to each other.

🌙Macaque🌙

He thinks it's a bit odd, and silly might he add, but he decides to make an effort for you. He'd start thinking about what to do, maybe make a nice dinner and get you that one item you've been eyeing. End it off with a shared night of cuddles. That should be good, right? Pfft, he's got this in the bag-

No. No he does not. As the day gets closer, he's becoming more nervous. Maybe he could take you out to a nice restaurant? He doesn't have a lot for money, nor does he like being in crowded places, but this IS an important day. He wants you to see how much you mean to him, how much you've helped him. He doesn't want you to think you're being taken for granted.

On the day of, he does his best to act all cool headed, but you can tell he's nervous. Color him surprised as you bring out a stash of gifts, from a bouquet of purple flowers that reminded you of him to an array of his favorite snacks that you personally made. You even got him some art and theatre supplies for if he ever wants to continue on that path.

He can't help but break down. It's been...so long since he's felt such warmth, so much love poured his way. He's been alone for such a long time, so having you here with him and spoiling him makes him feel absolutely blessed. After helping him calm down, you decide to have movie night, laughing and stuffing your faces. He decides that next year, he'll take you somewhere nice. A little vacation for just the two of you.

🐉Mei🐉

You're texted as soon as it hits Valentine's Day. A plaster of heart emojis and an extensive plan to fill up the day. You think it's cute, but with how long the list of locations were, you highly doubted that you'd be able to do everything. Still, you were excited to see what the day would bring.

You're bombarded with gifts. Flowers, chocolates, matching jewels. It's a bit boggling, but it's really sweet. And when you bring up the list, she's dead seat on hitting them all. You've gotta experience the best date after all! You tell her that it's fine if you don't hit them all, and that it's most likely impossible-

Nope. You hit every single location on that list. You we're swept to all sorts of restaurants and had a wide array of sweets/food, gone to the arcade and given all of the prizes. Heck, she even took you shopping to get some matching clothes, along with some she just thought looked great on you.

By the time you're heading home, you've got a large assortment of gifts. Of course, she helps you sort it into your closet and decided to stay the night. After a movie or two, you're passed out from all the energy you've spent. She'll fall asleep right after, dreaming of what she'll do for you next year.

🔥Red Son🔥

Nothing but the absolute best for his beloved. After all, it's what you deserve. Don't worry. He's got the whole day planned out. No need for you to stress about it. He's done all the research he could need, and he's absolutely confident in his plans to woo you. 😎 Liar, he's so fucking nervous.

First, he'll give you the present he's worked so hard on. A sick ass motorcycle. It's okay if you don't know how to ride it. He can teach you, plus more time spent together. Then, he'll take you to the finest restaurant, where it's only you two in a room, since no one deserves to sit in your radiance.

After that, you'll take a walk around the park, just taking in the silence and enjoying each other's company. When that's over, you'll be taken back to his house, where he'll surprise you with a shit ton of more presents he hid in his room. As said before, only the best for you.

When all the excitement has left, and it's just you two watching a movie in his room, he'll hold you close, thanking you for being with him. He didn't expect to find love, because he wasn't really looking for it, but he's glad it found him in the form of you. He can't imagine life without you, nor does be want to.

💙Sandy💙

You and Sandy have been buddies since like, forever, and you've both started the tradition of spending Valentine's together. You don't exactly remember how it happened, but it did and you're so glad it did. It's a nice way to give more gifts and spend another day together. It reminds you of how close your friendship is.

You both decide to go to a cute tea shop near by and talk about anything and everything positive, like what you think your future holds, what hobby you picked up, any new plans? Make any new friends? Others who pass by can't help but feel invigorated by the intense positivity that you and Sandy exude.

At his place, you'll do some yoga, both laughing when either one of you does a silly mistake. Once that's done, you'll help take care of the precious cats and spoil them, giving them their favorite treats and petting them to their hearts content. They'll be laying all over you two as you sit down and enjoy a movie. All around, it's a really nice and calm day.

🐷Pigsy + Tang📕

These lovable idiots probably don't know what to get at first. What do you get your friend that doesn't seem so...cliche? Tang was fine getting you something simple, like those great looking chocolates, but Pigsy wasn't. He wanted it to be more that. I mean, you were their good friend after all! And you've been along for the journey! Gotta spruce it up!

So they play to their strengths and do what they do best. Pigsy makes you a bowl of your favorite noodles-and his best one may he add. Tang, on the other hand, decided to gift you a book that you happened to have your eye on... Along with those nice looking chocolates.

Though Pigsy gets upset, you're quite happy with the gifts, thanking them for caring so deeply. You gift Pigsy a new set of kitchenware, while giving Tang a ticket for a week long bufffet, free, might you add. Safe to say, they were in tears. You all shared the chocolate, happy to spend the day together.

🌕Chang'e🌕

Don't you even worry your pretty little head, she's got this covered. It's all been planned out, so now you just have to wait for Valentine's Day to arrive. It doesn't help your curiosity when she gets excited thinking about it, the way she smiles like she's got it in the bag.

When the day arrives, she's up bright and early, getting the presents ready and later on begins cooking. You can smell it, and before you know it, you're up and heading to the kitchen. To day you were shocked is an understatement.

My girl has literally made you feast, filling the table to the brim with your favorite dishes. Seeing it all makes you hungry, and your crying at how good it is. And if you'll let her, she'll feed you herself. Watching you enjoy her cooking, something she pours her heart and soul into, makes her overjoyed.

Afterwards, you'll take a stroll, cuddling with the rabbits and just goofing around. When it's time for the Valentine's special for her show, you're welcomed as her cooking assistant and partner. It's a bit nerve wrecking at first, but you're both having fun and giggling by the end of it. You've both gotten fan mail and such about how cute y'all are and how they hope y'all stay together forever. She hopes so too.💙

🕷Spider Gang🕷

So, like, they can't really go above the ground, so no surface dates. Buuut that doesn't mean that you can't improvise. You can sneak stuff in and nobody would suspect a thing. And they don't, since they're busy trying to readjust from the LBD incident and get back into the groove.

When Valetines arrives, you're calling everyone go the meeting room, where they see a giant table decked with all the foods, desserts and drinks they like. They're surprised. Don't get them wrong, it's a lovely surprise, but how the hell did you sneak a hug ass table in-

Spider Queen is given a pair of earrings and necklace, along with some wine she had been craving. Syntax was given new parts for him to build with, along with new blueprint paper, since he was running out. Hunstman got a bunch of tea. You noticed him really enjoying some that Sandy gave him so you decided to get him some more. Strong Spider got workout equipment that suited his needs and wouldn't break so easily.

They not able to really show it, since they're not used to it, but they're really happy. You decided to spend this day with them, giving them gifts with thought and love put into them, and spend the rest of the day hanging out and laughing with them. And when they ask why, you're acting like they asked a dumb question. "You guys are my best friends! Of course I'm gonna get you something nice!" Don't look at them they're crying-

🔶Yin & Jin🔷

Ah, these dummies. As we all know, they're not the brightest, but this time, they're using every bit of their brain power to think of what to get you. You're a dear friend, one who's wrecked shit with them, and you're always there for them when they need you.

You're not really expecting anything, since to you, it's just a normal day. So imagine your surprise when these two bombard you with an assortment of random gifts. The food you've been craving, some nice smelling flowers, a bunch of miscellaneous stuff that you remember mentioning. Don't ask them where they got it from-

Y'all play some ping pong and arcade games that they had at home, along with some card games, ending the day off with you making something for them, with the three of you goofing off, laughing and poking fun at cheesy romance movies. All in all, a fantastic day for you three.

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moremousewrites · 3 months

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To be Understood

Pairing: Minthara/ Tav (femme drow)

Summary: Being a drow, you found companionship with Minthara. Though your other companions found some of her characteristics offputting (and yours too, frankly) you could always relate to each other.

Tags: kissing, blood mention, nudity, comfort, fluff

Word count: 975

At camp, you and Minthara would usually eat meals together. You'd talk about the day's events to process information and unwind and speak your mother tongue.

You'd get unsettled looks from your companions when you spoke in high drow or signed drow on the battlefield. You weren't trying to exclude anyone, it just felt nice to be understood without having to process what you were saying. At first, they thought you were conspiring against them, it was just idle chatter. Having spent so much time in the open, it was important to have something quiet and private you could share.

You were on the outskirts of Baldur's gate, eating some of Gale's cooking. You brought a bowl to Minthara and sat next to her by the fire.

[What is it tonight? More fish heads?] She grimaced at the bowl, unpleased by the contents.

[Not tonight. It looks to be sausage stew. You should be grateful we're not drinking wine for dinner again] you nudged her with your shoulder and began digging in. Gale's cooking was very resourceful. You were just not always fortunate to bring enough supplies to camp for a feast.

Minthara chewed a lump of meat and stared into the fire. [I need wine to wash this down. Or perhaps forget I ever tasted this. One more meal like this and we eat the wizard] she complained. You loved her attitude, it reminded you of your childhood friends.

“Minthara, Tav, I trust you're enjoying your meal from the pleased sounds I'm hearing” Gale interrupted, making his way opposite of you.

Minthara held a stiff, unsettling half-smile. It was supposed to be reassuring. You stifled your laughter as best you could to encourage her socialization. She was trying her best. A little too hard.

“It's great, thank you, Gale” you confirmed.

Minthara looked to you. [Why did you laugh? Is the stew poisoned?] She asked, completely serious. For your sake or hers, you weren't really certain.

[No! I didn't mean to laugh, sorry. You just don't need to act like them. You can be yourself] you explained.

Minthara became noticeably offended. [I would not ever aspire to have a commonality with these people. I act as myself, only] she snapped at you. You nodded, seeing how you upset her.

[I know. I only meant they would accept you as yourself. They aren't going to change you] you assured her. Minthara relaxed somewhat. After being manipulated by the Absolute, she was glad to be accepted as herself.

She was often on guard around you. Around everyone, really, but she treated you like an equal. But being an equal in her eyes meant you were a threat. You understood because it was how you were raised. If your life hadn't changed in your youth, if your choices were made for you, you might've been in Minthara's position right now. It was because of your upbringing that you were so empathetic to her. She despised your allegiance to the Seldarine. You tried to avoid the subject. Though converting her was a nice, selfish fantasy, it would have to stay a fantasy.

You looked up from your bowl to her, she was staring at you. [What?] You looked around you and saw no threat.

[You're filthy] she observed.

You looked back at her. [Excuse me?] You allowed yourself offense. You'd been sleeping in mud for days of course you were filthy.

Minthara reached into your hair and felt at a mat you'd been ignoring for a while. [Pathetic girl. You're a poor representation for our race. Thank the dark mother you're no longer sworn. You would not be worthy in this state] she put down her bowl and stood up, offering her hand to you. [Come. I will bathe you since you are incompetent] she ordered.

You put down your bowl and took her hand, begrudgingly. [I can wash myself. I've received the message, thank you] you rolled your eyes at her but left to grab a wash basin from your tent.

Your companions watched in confusion as you and Minthara walked away to fill a tub with water.

Minthara had you walk to a water pump and strip naked in the middle of the night. Stranger things had happened.

You let her scrub your limbs raw, rubbing them mercilessly with the sponge. When you hissed at the pain she smacked your thigh for talking back.

[Spoiled girl has everything done for her. Can't even comb her own hair. Did you have a handmaiden comb your hair? Were you the only daughter of your house?] Minthara ran water over your head, washing the blood and dirt from your hair.

[Yes Minthara, I was very rich and powerful and noble] you felt a comb tugging at the knots in your hair. She took her time, starting from the ends and making her way to the thicker knots. You sat patiently on the grass as she worked through your hair, making a point not to hurt you. When you shivered, she wrapped a towel around you. When the comb finally slipped through your hair without resistance, you were completely dry. Minthara tied your hair in a braid and placed it on your shoulder. She left her hand on your back, as if she were waiting for something.

[Thank you. I needed that] you said, comforted by her touch.

[I don't doubt that you were privileged. I would have liked to spoil you. Had you been my lover in Menzoberranzan, we'd have been indomitable] she said, oddly… nervous. You realized she was confessing to you.

[We still could be. Perhaps not in Menzoberranzan, but here and now] you went to look at her and she pulled you into a kiss. Minthara held the kiss as long as you let her. It felt nice to be in her arms. To be understood.

#bg3 #bg3 fanfic #bg3 fanfiction #minthara baenre #minthara/tav #minthara/reader

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blu-joons · 3 years

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When You Surprise Them With Lunch At The Studio ~ BTOB Reaction

Eunkwang:

“What are you doing here?” Eunkwang grinned as the studio door opened up to reveal you with several bags of food in his hands. “Aren’t you supposed to be working?”

“I am, but instead I thought I’d come and make sure you were all looking after yourselves,” you grinned, as the bags of food were quickly taken from you.

Eunkwang hung back as the other members began to feast, resting his hands against your arms. “You didn’t have to come over when you’re so busy with work too.”

“It’s fine,” you assured him, smiling widely as the other members all tucked in, “I know how busy you all get around comeback season, so I thought I’d relieve some of the pressure on you guys.”

His smile widened as he closed the gap between the two of you to press a kiss to your forehead, “will you stay and eat for a while? I want to make sure that you’re well looked after as well.”

“If there’s any food left, I’ll stick around,” you joked.

“Don’t worry, I can order more if I need to.”

Your head nodded as you pushed Eunkwang gently in the boys’ direction, “you eat first, you probably need it more than I do.”

“We can eat together, sharing with you is the easiest thing to do.”

Minhyuk:

“Hi,” Minhyuk whispered as he took off his headphones to see you stood in the doorway of his studio, standing up to greet you. “I wasn’t expecting you to stop by.”

“I’m on my way home from work, so I thought you could do with a pick me up,” you smiled, extending the bag of food out to him.

Minhyuk gladly took it from you, placing it on his desk before moving his arms around your waist. “This isn’t your usual route home, did you come here especially for me?”

“I did,” you admitted, as his smile widened, “you’ve been locked up in here all day working on the new song, I was worried that you’d forget to eat with all the pressure on your shoulders.”

His head nodded back at you, “I haven’t managed the time to get any food yet, but I’m sure I could find a bit now, if you’re willing to stick around and eat with me for a little while?”

“Are you sure you want me here when you’re busy?” You asked.

“Absolutely, you can stay all night long if you want to.”

Your head shook back at him, “you’ll get no work done if I stick around, you always tell me that I distract you from work.”

“Maybe I like it though, you’re the perfect distraction after all.”

Changsub:

“She bought it for me,” Changsub yelled as the boys all began to swarm around him, desperate to snack on the box of fruits you’d bought to the studio. “Get your own.”

“Changsub,” you scolded as he ran around the studio to get away from them all, “you’re allowed to share, I didn’t exclusively buy the fruits for you.”

His eyes widened as you spoke up, “but I’m your boyfriend, and these guys are all just losers, why would you buy food for them as well as me? Are you a traitor?”

“No,” you sighed, taking the bag from him and placing it on the floor, “but these are your friends, and mine, I’m sure you can share something that I’ve done for you just this once.”

His eyebrows raised, as did his smile as you finished your sentence. “There’s not much else that you give me that I’d be able to share with them, that’s very much all of mine to enjoy, right?”

“Not unless you share the food,” you warned, “it’s for everyone.”

“Fine, I guess I can share the food just this once.”

Your eyes rolled as he finally allowed the boys to dig into the fruits, “does this mean that I get an exclusive gift just for me tonight?”

“We’ll see, play your cards right and you might just get lucky.”

Hyunsik:

“You didn’t have to do all of this,” Hyunsik whispered across to you as you took a seat beside him on the studio floor, “at least let me give you some money to cover the costs.”

“Absolutely not,” you quickly dismissed, admiring his dimpled smile, “it’s my treat, and the least I could do after everything that you and the boys do for me.”

His head nodded as he took another mouthful of his meal, “I hope you know how thankful I am that you thought of me, and us, enough to come and bring us a meal during rehearsal.”

“Of course,” you acknowledged, “but my biggest concern was that you guys wouldn’t be eating enough food, I know what you’re all like when the pressure is on, and time gets tight.”

Hyunsik’s smile extended out into a frown, “we’ve all just been worried about getting this routine right, but luckily we have people like you who are always looking out for all of us.”

“I couldn’t just bring you food anyway,” you admitted.

“You could have, that would have wound them up.”

Your head nodded in agreement, “if I’ve learnt one lesson being around you all though, it’s that food is never a joke to play with.”

“That’s very true, we all love our food a little too much to play games.”

Peniel:

“No way!” Peniel exclaimed as he reached into the bag of food that you dropped round for him, pulling out a packet of crisps. “You really got all of my favourites, didn’t you?”

“I knew what would put a smile on your face,” you confessed, relieved to see him happy, “and what would hopefully give you a little boost to get this rap written too.”

Peniel’s head nodded in agreement as he continued to rummage through the bag, “I can’t believe you bought all of this for me, you really do pay attention to what I say.”

“Of course, I do,” you argued, pushing against his arm, “it’s not hard to figure what your favourites are when you gasp every time you spot them when we go into a food store.”

His eyes rolled as he realised that you’d managed to pick up on his habit, “you’ve got to love good food to get a body like this, which is absolutely why I love these crisps so damn much.”

“Those crisps are terrible for you,” you pointed out.

“I know, that’s why I love them so much.”

Your head shook back at him, “well, hopefully I’ve bought you enough to see you through the rest of the session, if you make them last.”

“I’ll try, but with all of this good stuff, it’ll definitely be a struggle.”

Sungjae:

“Y/N?” Sungjae questioned as he walked back into the studio at the request of all of the boys who were stood around you, “what are you doing here? You didn’t text?”

“Apparently someone was moaning to their girlfriend that they were hungry, so Y/N bought food for us all,” Changsub teased, raising a questionable glance to Sungjae.

His eyes went wide as he looked to you and the bags of food that were in your hand, “I wasn’t moaning that much, but you didn’t need to come and bring me food.”

“Shall I read through some of the texts you sent me?” You challenged, “considering you said you felt like you were dying because your stomach was rumbling so much, what else could I do?”

His head shook as the boys continued to tease him smugly, “I can’t believe you guilted Y/N into coming here and bringing you food, you’re a shameful boyfriend Yook Sungjae, terrible.”

“Carry on, and I won’t share any of the food,” he warned them.

“Y/N has bought enough for us all anyway.”

As you lifted the bags up, a heavy groan came from Sungjae, “how am I supposed to get them to stop when you bring them food?”

“That sounds like a you issue I’m afraid, I’m just the delivery guy.”

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saturnsummer · 3 years

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sweet love

They say drunk words are your sober thoughts. Joon Hwi clearly had too many thoughts.

prompted by an anon from this question here! thanks anon!!

notes: hello! back with another fic, this time when joonhwi gets too drunk and spills more than he expects. stay till the end though, i added a little bonus as usual. editing, grammar and other mistakes will be taken responsible by me! thank you all for your love and support as always! i’ll see you for more next time!

original prompt: I love your fic 🥰 this is so far from canon but a drunk joonhwi being clingy towards sol a is one of my dream scenarios 😚 or the squad catching solhwi being clingy with each other because they were hiding their relationship

words: 3414 words

Joon Hwi was beyond excited everyday when he woke up for school. No, he wasn't excited to get the top grade, neither was he excited to get his essays and reports done. Though he loves the law, he’s sane enough to not love it that much.

Of course, he’s just excited about meeting his girlfriend, Kang Sol.

He never knew how they got together. It was a natural thing, after all. After the whole fiasco with Assemblyman Ko, their relationship suddenly felt a lot closer. They were close to begin with, with their daily studying and lunches and dinners. But something was different after the middle of their second year.

It started out as dinners every night, with or without the study group. Then Sol would be in study group sessions wearing his sweater or hoodies. When Yeseul or Yebeom teased, Sol would always argue to say that it was cold in their copy room and Joon Hwi was just being nice. Joon Hwi would just pretend that ‘sharing sweaters were normal’.

Then one day, as Joon Hwi sent Sol back home to take care of Byeol, they sat side by side in silence. Sol was desperately in need of catching up on her sleep, so the forty minute bus ride served as a quick nap for her. She turned her head to lean on Joon Hwi’s shoulder, resting her head there for her nap. To make things more comfortable, he placed his arm around her shoulders, pulling her closer.

When they were nearing their stop, Joon Hwi instinctively shook a sleepy Sol up and held her hand as he dragged her out so she wouldn’t miss the stop. Sol doesn’t let go, and neither does Joon Hwi. Only when they reach the start of the alley do they let go of their hands. (Sol insists it’s because she doesn’t want Byeol to know. Joon Hwi thinks it’s because she’s shy.)

When Joon Hwi is at her front door with Sol, they shyly look at each other, the feelings mutual and conveyed with just their eyes. Of course, they are soulmates. They don't need the words to deliver their entire hearts or feelings.

It was always made known from the start to Joon Hwi that Sol was special to him. He has never met someone so persistent, so passionate and so damm beautiful. He had a couple of flings, being the popular smart boy in school, but none of the girls made his heart beat the same way Sol did. None of them made his world stop.

It has been a year since. And things weren’t easy when you tried to hide it. Sol, a student on a scholarship, had better luck being chosen to attend this school than the number of times the couple almost got caught.

In school, they acted normally as classmates and friends. Their study group sensed something different, but they would just deny and pretend. They put on a pretty good act, if they were to say so themselves, having Bokgi convinced that they needed to find Sol a blind date. (Joon Hwi would have spat his water at him like how Professor Yang did at Prosecutor Jin, but he held it in. Five months of hiding couldn’t be wasted now.)

They wanted to tell their friends, they really did. But they wanted to do it after their bar exams. After the weight of the bar has been lifted off will they share their good news. But while hiding a relationship is hard, making time for one was harder. (Arguably, Joon Hwi finds this harder than any exam he took.)

They absolutely found every minute they could to be together. Every hidden staircase was a spot they tried to spend a few minutes to themselves, but even that was difficult. Joon Hwi would remember how Sol would lead him to a hidden staircase far from their hideout, so as to not get walked in by either the professors or their friends. Even in the midst of Joon Hwi pressing Sol against the wall, as they devoured each other’s lips after a whole day of being unable to kiss, they would be interrupted by the sudden doors of the staircase upstairs opening, causing them to fly apart and run out.

The gossip the school carried was insane, and the last thing they wanted was gossip to reach their friends.

They could spend longer moments in the study room in the middle of the nights where they would be alone, as they worked on their cases and work. Occasionally, they shared bunggeoppangs and hotteoks, where they had long kisses tasting of sweet red bean and honey. But too many times Sol found herself shifting from her seat next to Joon Hwi to climbing on top of his lap in a make-out session, as Joon Hwi reached up to remove the highlighter holding her hair. Just as they wanted more, a sudden noise would bring them to attention and frantically, Sol would fall back onto her chair, both of their faces flushed red.

It was just four more months till the graduation ceremony came.

Till the world knows Sol was Joon Hwi’s.

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The bar exam went smoothly, as everyone received their results of passing. As a celebration, the boys decided to drink and have a meal apart from their usual delivery. No, it was time for the real deal of barbecues, meat and stews. They decided to even give a call to Seungjae, who graciously accepted their offer despite being so busy with his new son in his life. The study group has met his kid a couple of times, and even babysat a few hours together.

The boys met at a relatively near barbecue place in the heart of Dongdaemun, a location that the boys could easily return back to the dorms and not too far away. They were at an all-you-could-eat place, suitable for their budget so that they didn’t burn a hole in their pockets. Seungjae offered to treat his dongsaengs. After all, passing the bar was no easy feat. But they declined. His presence with them was enough of a gift from him to them.

But what was a dinner without the star, soju?

Joon Hwi prided himself on holding his liquor well. He could easily have a bottle without feeling the buzz. He could have a second without difficulty as well. Surely, he won’t be drunk, right?

Oh, but how wrong he was.

The bottles of soju and beers kept coming, never ending, as BokGi and Yebeom pushed shot after shot to him and themselves. They were surely prepared to get hammered tomorrow and show up to their 10am lecture spinning. Seungjae, having driven, only watched and smiled as he looked at his dongsaengs drink, sipping on his cola.

“Hyung, you sure you don’t have anything on with Sol-A noona? You know, we catch you with her all the time.” Bokgi asks, his face slightly flushed and words a little slurred. Yebeom nods his head, nodding his head in agreement. Joon Hwi only lets himself smile, not saying anything as he shoots back an additional shot of soju.

“Wah, hyung! So you admit it?” Yebeom says, setting down his chopsticks. Jiho stops chewing on his ssam, and looks next to him at Joon Hwi, who just shrugs, a mysterious smile on his face. Seungjae only places more meat on Joon Hwi’s plate.

With a short glance, Yebeom, Jiho and Bokgi’s eyes met. It was long enough for them to get what they were trying to say, but yet short enough for Joon Hwi to not notice the silence.

They weren’t blind to Joon Hwi’s actions. They noticed how Joon Hwi would look at Sol when she’s practicing for a mock trial, and his gentle voice when he would point out things she missed. Jiho, for one, noticed how Joon Hwi would return to the dorm later or look at his phone, smiling like an idiot. When asked, Joon Hwi would either use the excuse that he went out to the city or he was looking at cat videos, which bore Jiho.

But tonight, they were not leaving this place until he spilled his secret.

“Excuse me! Can we get three more portions of samgyeopsal, one more moksal, one dwangjang jjigae, and three more bottles of soju please?” Bokgi politely shouted to the store helper, who readily nodded.

“One more rice, please!” Yebeom added.

And so, with every portion of food, they shot back shot after shot as they feasted on their fresh juicy grilled pork and stew. They were glad that Joon Hwi was slowly slurring his words, because they themselves were barely hanging on.

“Hyung, you can be honest, you know. We won’t say anything about your private life with noona.” Yebeom says, fighting off the buzz and taking a big gulp of water. Joon Hwi, now face flushed bright red, only let out another smile as he laid back on his chair.

“Ah, Sol...” He murmured out loud.

“You know, she’s really touchy when she’s drunk? She likes to cling on to people when she’s drunk. When she’s angry, she pushes people away instead.” The words come tumbling out of his mouth before he can stop himself. No, this wasn’t Joon Hwi. This was drunk Joon Hwi. The other three immediately perked up hearing this.

“A-Ah, really? How do you know that?” Yebeom prompted, determined to draw out more information.

“Remember the time we were late to Dean Oh’s lecture? We drank that night with Yeseul and Bokgi. She couldn’t stop clinging onto my hoodie after both of them went back. And the other time when she pushed me away after her first year results were out.” Joon Hwi says, the stupid smile still on his face.

“How cute.” He quietly says, eyes closed.

There wasn't a need to know further that their hyung, Han Joon Hwi, had feelings for Kang Sol, the feisty noona.

“Hyung, then why not date her?” Bokgi says, the news keeping him at the end of his seat. Jiho merely sits, ears wide open and ready for any information.

“Date?” Joon Hwi says and lets out a light unmistakable giggle. Oh, he really was drunk now.

“We already are.”

The trio exchange knowing eyes, knowing how their objectives for the night have been accomplished. Seungjae, from the end of the table, merely shakes his head with a smile.

“Hyung, did you know?” Jiho asks. Seungjae nodded.

“They told me. After all, I am no longer a student.” This earned groans from the trio, calling it unfair.

“I miss Sol...” Joon Hwi murmurs, as his drunken state reaches for another shot of soju. Instinctively, Jiho reaches it first and shoves a glass of water in his hand instead. If anything, he was sleeping with this man in the same room. And he was not having his drunken state continue further. After all, they completed their mission for the night.

All that mattered was remembering it the next day.

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Sol was in the midst of folding her clothes before her phone rang, distracting her from her music that she had on with her ear pieces. Irritated, she picked up her phone, not bothering to look at the caller ID.

“Hello?”

“Sol-A? It’s oppa.”

“Seungjae-oppa? Why are you calling so late? Is anything the matter?” She asks, alerted by the sudden call. It was almost midnight, and it was rare for Seungjae to call.

“Ah, no. Nothing is wrong. I’m just at the lobby of the school at the Lady Justice statue with a very drunk Joon Hwi and the rest of the boys. I can’t bring them up myself, especially since I can’t enter the dorms anymore.” Seungjae explains. In the back, Sol can hear a noisy Bokgi and Jiho telling him to shut up.

“Give me five minutes.” She says and hangs up. The urgency in Sol’s voice drew the attention of Sol B, who was ready to get to bed. Sol B only looks at Sol for a moment and Sol just gives a sympathetic smile.

“Could... Could you come with me?” Sol asks nervously. Sol B looks at Sol for a moment before she throws a hoodie on and throws another hoodie to Sol. The last thing they needed was them to be recognised. Seungjae was where he said he would be, with indeed, four grown men, sprawled on the couches. Bokgi, Yebeom and Jiho were at least conscious enough to greet both Sols, but Joon Hwi just had his eyes shut, murmuring incorrigible things.

“Sorry you had to deal with them, oppa. They really owe you a big apology.” Sol apologises for the sake of her boyfriend, and his friends. Seungjae only shakes his head.

“They should enjoy this before they step into the workforce and can’t experience it anymore.” He gives a smile. “Joon Hwi got a little carried away. He might have spilled your relationship.” Sol B was not standing far as she forced Bokgi and the rest upright, but she could clearly hear it.

“I’ll settle it. You should go home now, don’t keep Juyoung-unnie waiting. I’ll get them to their rooms.” She said before making her quick goodbye to Seungjae.

Together, both Sols pushed Bokgi and Yebeom up to their room, half guiding and half carrying the heavy boys to their door. When they were back downstairs, Sol B instinctively grabbed Jiho by his arm and pulled him up.

“Sol B, about what-” Sol was cut off by her roommate.

“I know. Don’t tell anyone yet. But, you know you suck at hiding and lying, don't you?” She says, her head turned back, before turning back to help Jiho back to his room. Sol does all she can to suppress her smile. Even though her roommate is harsh, she could feel the love. Turning around, she faces her drunk boyfriend.

“Joon. Joon Hwi.” Sol shakes gently. Joon Hwi’s lips curl up slightly, as his arms reach up to wrap them around the familiar body he missed. Sol was clingy when she was drunk, but it was the pot calling the kettle black for Joon Hwi. If possible, he was even clingier.

“You need to go up to your room.” She says as she fights away his loose grip and half supports his drunk body to his room.

“I missed you, Sol...” He murmurs, a face turning into a pout. “You know I kept telling them how good a girlfriend you are? How you always got me coffees and made extra ramyeons.”

“And you also told them we are dating?”

“Of course! I want the whole world to know I love you!” Joon Hwi says a little loudly, and she clamps his mouth shut. Oh, he was definitely more than drunk. Joon Hwi’s arms clung onto her waist as she reached his door.

“Go. You can face the mess you made in the morning.” She says. Joon Hwi clings onto her, giving her a sad pout.

“No more goodnight kisses?” He asked, a voice like a child. His eyes were big and round, his mouth downturned slightly like a pout.

Sol couldn’t deny him one, especially when he looked so adorable. Looking around, she made sure the coast was clear before she reached up to let her lips meet his soft ones. He tasted like lingering alcohol and she could taste it, but she couldn’t help but want more of his intoxicating lips on hers. But not today.

Pulling away, he let out a slight whine. But Sol gave him a quick peck.

“You’ll get more, when you get up.” And Sol pushes him into the room, leaving back to her own dorm, knowing that she’ll be faced with a big headache the next morning.

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When Joon Hwi is up the next morning, he’s greeted with a Jiho who rubs his eyes and holds his head in his hand. Joon Hwi isn’t sure if he’s spinning or the room is. Or if it is spinning in the first place. Jiho notices he’s up and grunts a good morning, before getting up to get ready.

The memories of last night come back to Joon Hwi in waves as the pieces start slowly fixing themselves together throughout the morning. By the time he’s at his first lecture, his memories have more or less come back.

He’s certain that Sol would be mad. He makes a mental note to send Seungjae an apology and thank you message. Then, he starts making plans to bribe the trio. He knows about Yebeom’s love for candy, so he starts with that. He just needs to think of what brand of sneakers to get for Bokgi. Heck, would bribes even work against them?

But throughout the morning, the boys do nothing to mention anything about last night. They chat about their hangover, how Seungjae is doing well with his new job and the amount of food they ate. No one mentions anything about Joon Hwi, or his words.

Joon Hwi counts himself safe. They must have forgotten, he thinks. He figures it was the best they did. It definitely would save him an earful from Sol and a large headache. During lunch, as they finished their simple meal at the cafeteria of soup, rice and bulgogi, Bokgi is about to clear his tray before he turns to Joon Hwi.

“Oh, hyung.”

“Hm?”

“We remember everything. From the start, to the end.” He says, a teasing grin on his face as he quickly scurries away, not wanting to die before he graduates. Joon Hwi rolls his eyes back and groans.

Well, shit.

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bonus:

“Sol B, did you know our roommates are dating?” Jiho asks, his voice slightly slurred as Sol B drags him up the stairs. She gives a nod. Sol B was no idiot to fall for her roommate’s excuses, when her face gave it all away. It was fascinating how the others haven’t noticed.

“It would be an insult to our careers if we didn't notice the way they looked at their phones.” She sarcastically says. Jiho manages to scoff. Sol B is about to tap Jiho’s key card of their door, but his hand stops hers, as she feels his body right behind his.

“Well, they haven’t found out about us yet.” Jiho says softly to her, his face nuzzled into her neck, lips brushing her neck as he slowly moves his lips up to her jaw. Sol brings a gentle hand to his cheek, before turning around to face Jiho.

“We’re better actors.” She whispers so soft. Jiho can't tell if it’s the alcohol or him, but all he knows is that Sol B looks so damm perfect with her doe-like eyes, soft pink lips and the way she teases him drives him insane. He wants her, and he wants her now.

He crashes his lips on hers, wanting to so desperately taste her. It’s been a long day, and he’s never felt so in need. Sol B tastes the lingering alcohol on his lips, but she couldn’t care. She needs him the same way he wants her. Her hands reach up to grab his hair as Jiho’s hands slip under her hoodie, feeling the smooth skin of her waist against his fingers. They know that they are in the middle of the hallway, but, god, it felt so good.

“God, I missed this.” Jiho mumbled, almost growling, against her lips, earning a slight smirk from the younger girl that he could feel. He sucks on her lower lip, earning a soft gasp from the girl as she only kisses him harder. Biting lovingly on her swollen lips, he shifts his attention to her jaw, leaving butterfly kisses and earning a sigh of pleasure from her.

But it was short lived, as she pulled away. They knew they had to stop, before their secret was revealed, too. Jiho wishes he could bring her into the dorm and continue this session with her. Sol B looks at him lovingly, biting her lip in an attempt to tease.

“We’ll continue this tomorrow.” Sol B says, giving him another loving kiss as she leaves for her room and Jiho returns to his, buzzed from the alcohol and the adrenaline rush from his make out session. He inwardly groans, hating how his girlfriend teases him, but also smirks, knowing how to get back at her the next day.

Let’s hope he remembers this.

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peteparkersbug · 3 years

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A Drunk Man’s Actions Are A Sober Man’s Thoughts (Loki x F!Reader)

Hey guys! I hope you’ll enjoy this short Loki fic!

For Context: This takes place sometime before Thor 1, so that’s why I referred to Loki as an Odinson, not Laufeyson.

Word Count: 1.2k

Warnings: alcohol consumption

It felt like there was always a celebration going on in Asgard. Whether it was a resolution of a fight between Sif and Loki, or maybe Thor and his friends had won a battle against some foes. No matter the day, someone was celebrating something.

Today's occasion? The 500th wedding anniversary between Odin and his gorgeous wife, Frigga. They had invited all of Asgard to the palace for a grand feast and a night of drinking plus dancing.

You were very much looking forward to the event; it gave you a chance to dress up and forget about any and all problems in your life. Besides, seeing the youngest Odinson dress up was always a treat.

You and Sif were currently in her chambers, picking out outfits from the vast selection of fine Asgardian fabrics that Frigga had brought you two.

"What about this one?" Sif asked, stepping out of the bathroom to reveal herself in a royal purple gown.

You smiled brightly, nodding your head rapidly, "that's it! That's definitely the one!"

She returned the smile and pulled her hair out of it's signature pony tail, sitting down on the bed, "okay (Y/N), it's your turn. Pick a gown," she declared, gesturing to all the options.

They all looked so beautiful and were to your liking, but a certain forest green one caught your eye; it had the perfect amount of lace, it was flowy, and it was cut at the perfect length.

Lady Sif smirked at the colour choice and watched as you entered the bathroom, closing the door to have some privacy while you changed. When you came out, she had no words; your beauty literally made her speechless.

"(Y/N)...." she trailed off, making you freeze. Was it bad?

"It's perfect for you! You're definitely gonna catch the eye of a certain someone-" she cut off her sentence with a squeal as you slapped her shoulder, claiming you had absolutely no idea what she was talking about.

The two of you finished getting ready and made your way to the dining hall, taking the seats you sat in everyday. Eventually, everyone was gathered at the table, both Odin and Frigga giving excellent greetings and speeches towards each other; Frigga's was so moving it brought a few people to tears.

Throughout the boisterous and eventful dinner, you kept taking glances over at Loki, who was seated next to his mother with his brother next to his father. What you failed to notice is that Loki knew you were watching him; he always seemed to look over at you when you were already looking away, a blush on your cheeks as you talked to Sif.

He smirked slightly and took another swig of his chalice. He had no idea what was in it, but what he did know is that he wanted another. And maybe another...

When everyone had had their fill of the delicious meal, it was time for the after party; the chance for everyone to sing and dance and drink the night away. You enjoyed dancing, but Sif wasn't much of a dancer, so the two of you hung out by the corner, drinking your drinks while chatting quietly.

Loki watched you from across the room, blindly accepting another drink from his older brother, who had a mischievous smirk displayed. The youngest didn't have a clue as to why, but he also didn't really care; Thor was a strange man in his opinion.

Normally Loki would just watch you from afar, but something about tonight felt different. With a new carefree attitude, he sauntered over to you, chuckling quietly when he saw your panicked expression and your rapid whispers to Sif. When he got to you, Sif quickly excused herself, sending a knowing look to Loki; one that said 'show her a good time but watch yourself.'

He nodded at her, his way of silently thanking her.

"It's good to see you, my dear. I was waiting for our paths to cross tonight," he declared, making you cough on your drink.

My dear? That was new. You took a good look at his face, noticing the way his pupils were dilated, the harsh blush on his cheeks, and the goofy smile on his lips. You also took notice of the way his body swayed slightly; almost as if he couldn't keep his balance.

"Loki..." you trailed off, "....are you drunk?" you asked, making him burst into laughter.

"Oh (Y/N), my love. My darling, my goddess.....that's actually a good question. Am I? Who knows!" he exclaimed, loud laughter escaping him.

You tried to hold back any comments; it was very strange seeing Loki so loose and carefree at a party. Suddenly, a slow and melodic song came on, the youngest Odinson recognizing it immediately as his parent's wedding song.

He turned back to face you, holding his hand out, "well then, shall we, my queen?" he asked, ignoring the way your cheeks exploded into redness.

You couldn't say anything; you were so star struck, so you simply nodded, placing your shaking hand in his. He eagerly yet softly led you to the dance floor, ignoring the shocked looks from the other guests and the smug looks on Thor and Sif.

With some trouble due to Loki's intoxicated state, the two of you managed to waltz around like everyone else, genuinely having a nice time. The only rough patch was when Loki stumbled over his own feet, making you bump into Frigga and Odin. With a quick and quiet apology, the two of you continued your dance.

When the song changed to something more slow, you settled for swaying back and forth in his arms.

"(Y/N) my love, did I ever tell you how absolutely ravishing you look in that gown?" he asked, mumbling into your ear.

You tensed as he continued, "truly the most beautiful woman in all of Asgard and the Nine Realms."

You couldn't help yourself, you blushed a deep red. However, you knew you had to put a stop to it, "Loki, you can't say stuff like that..."

He grabbed your chin, making you look up into his stunning eyes, "and why not, darling?"

You forced yourself to look anywhere but him as you said, "you're drunk. By tomorrow, you're not going to remember or mean any of this," a quick breath escaped your lips when you finished.

As you gained the courage to finally look back at him, you saw that he looked....hurt; almost betrayed.

"(Y/N), do you really think that?" he asked nervously, his tone completely serious.

With some hesitation you nodded, prompting him to stop swaying the two of you. He shook his head, cupping both your cheeks and stroking them with his thumbs.

"Well..." he began, a nervous yet excited glint in his eyes, "as they say on Migard: a drunken man's actions are a sober man's thoughts."

You were about to ask him what he meant by that, but you couldn't speak as you suddenly felt a pair of lips on yours. Your eyes widened as you realized Loki Odinson, the prince of Asgard, was kissing you. It didn't take you long to kiss back, the two of you pouring your frustrations and affection into it.

When you pulled away, the two of you were breathless, panting slightly. You shared a smile and leaned back in, your lips meeting again. You didn't know what tomorrow would bring, but you decided that living in this moment for right now was perfectly fine with you.

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early2000smovieimagines · 3 years

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Meeting and Dating Viktor Krum

(Not my gif)(Requested by anonymous)

- You and Viktor meet when the two competing schools arrive at Hogwarts for the Triwizard Tournament.

- Obviously, you first saw him as you were huddled with your friends during the feast. They whispered eagerly in your ear about him as he marched into the hall and continued to make comments throughout the night. You weren’t nearly as impressed as you probably should have been; though you never were all that into quidditch.

- Viktor first spots you as you’re making your way to class and later as you’re sitting in the courtyard or somewhere similar. He obviously immediately notices that you’re quite pretty but he takes particular interest in you due to the fact that you don’t take particular interest in him.

- There you are, paying him no mind and going about your day as though he’s just some random boy at school. You’re not following him around, giggling and whispering with your friends or otherwise fawning over him. You’re treating him like he’s a normal person; far different from everyone else so far. You’re something he has to work to catch. …You’re his golden snitch.

- Always going where he knows you’ll be, he’ll follow you around as unsuspiciously as possible; oftentimes accompanied by a gaggle of girls who watch him. He usually pretends to be doing things; especially when you look over at him, scribbling wiggles across a piece of parchment or holding a book up; sometimes upside down, as he watches you.

- Each day, he visits your usual hangout spots with the intention of talking to you, but he never actually works up the nerve to do so.

- In the mean time, there’s these moments where the two of you make eye contact and you swear that he has to be interested in you. At first, you have those thoughts with a bit of denial and doubt mixed in but soon enough, even you can’t say that he isn’t.

- He first talks to you when asking you to the ball; which would be a long time coming considering how much time he spent lingering around you.

- He approaches you when you’re both alone, saying your name to get your attention; though he says it like it’s a question since he doesn’t want to seem like he knows your name without having ever spoken to you. You say a somewhat shy “hello” in response and he asks if you’d do the honor of accompanying him to the ball which you obviously agree to.

- When you agree, he gives you a small smile and motions if it’s okay for him to sit down, his heart skipping a beat as you hurriedly move some stuff to give him space. You don't talk all that much but he watches you quite a bit, admiring your features while you’re distracted.

- Rumors may or may not spread before then but they certainly do when you arrive at the ball, holding his hand and dancing with him, having the time of your life. He opens up to you that night, acting far different than what you’d assumed he’d be like.

- The night ends with him walking you to your dorm, giving you a kiss on the hand and saying that he had a “vonderful time.”. You went to bed that night, eager for the morning to come and for you to see the boy once more.

- All was well, except ...an unexpected side-effect of your newfound relationship was that you were chosen by the tournament judges to be his black lake hostage. So, one second you were going about your day, the next you were spluttering and gasping as you reached the surface of the deep waters.

- The two of you catch your breath for a moment before he wraps an arm around you and guides you back to the shore.

- Once you’re back on dry land, he confesses to you that he’s never felt “this way” about a girl before, causing your cheeks to get hot enough that you figured the water would steam right off your skin. Like the gentleman and softie that he is, he keeps asking if you’re okay and checking you over, standing protectively at your side until he’s called over for the final results of the game.

- For your “first” date, you take him to Hogsmeade for the first time and show him around the little village. People obviously stare which initially bothers him, but he soon pays them no mind, focusing solely on you and enjoying your company, living out the thing he’d dreamed of since the moment he saw you.

- When it’s time for him to return to Bulgaria, he gives you a private goodbye, a handwritten letter and an invitation for you to come stay with him over the summer. You can only pray that your parents will let you, giving him a smile as he blows you one last kiss before getting lost in the crowd of students.

- As luck would have it, your parents did let you visit him and you spent a wonderful week in his guest bedroom, having the time of your life with your Bulgarian boyfriend. It was like something out of a dream.

- The two of you share your first kiss about three or so days after you arrived there. He was standing in “your” room, sort of lingering after the two of you finished exchanging goodnights; as though he was debating something in his head.

- You asked if he was alright and he somewhat snapped out of it, meeting your eyes and nodding. He said goodnight again and turned towards the door before he finally turned back around and walked up to you, taking your face in his hands and leaning in, hesitating for a moment longer before his lips gently met yours.

- When he finally pulled away, he did so slowly, your lips still tingling as his own pressed against your forehead, murmuring a goodnight against your skin and giving your arm a squeeze right before he finally left the room for good. You went to bed that night happier than you’d ever been and feeling absolutely smitten.

- The seeker officially had your heart in his hands, …and you had a feeling that you’d had his in yours for even longer.

- Viktor's a physical being, he loves touching, holding, and showing you off so there’s quite a bit of pda in your relationship. If he isn’t actually touching you then rest assured, he’s standing protectively at your side and paying close attention to you; oftentimes as though there’s no one else around you.

- Handholding. He has a particular fondness for holding your hand, playing with your fingers or pressing kisses to your knuckles, sometimes just comparing how much bigger his are compared to yours.

- Soft hugs. He’s a big softie when it comes to you and just loves feeling your arms wrapped around him.

- Hand kisses. He’s quite fond of them.

- Kisses on any part of your face that he feels like in the moment.

- You may or may not have to ask him for a kiss whenever you want one considering how much taller than you he probably is. He always gives you the sweetest little smile whenever you do.

- Soft kisses. He’s usually pretty gentle and sweet with you no matter what you’re doing.

- Leaning your head on his shoulder whenever you’re standing or sitting together.

- The two of you usually cuddle with you nearly laying on top of him, your legs tangled together and his arms wrapped around you. Sometimes his hands will drift to your hair and begin to play with it as you’re doing so, lulling you to sleep if you weren't already.

- Viktor likes you for you, even if you cant understand why. Your appearance is irrelevant to him, he fell in love with your personality and interests before anything else.

- Writing to each other during the school year.

- Visiting each other during summer and your school breaks.

- Getting spoken to in Bulgarian and occasionally giggling fondly as he messes up English words/names in some adorable way. He doesn’t mind when you “laugh at him” since he loves seeing your smile, and because he thinks it’s cute when you tease him.

- Considering it’s his first language, he usually calls you some Bulgarian term of endearment, things like lyubima or dushichka, or just your name; probably mispronounced if it’s not easy.

- Helping him with his English and showing him non-Bulgarian things.

- Your boyfriends a pure blood who goes to a school that only admits purebloods so I’d say that he’s probably clueless when it comes to muggle stuff. So if you’re partially muggle then you have a lot of stuff that you can show him. He also has a bit of stuff that he can show you as well, things most non-purebloods don't know about.

- Checking him over and staying with him after his matches. He always tries to insist that he’s fine, even when he’s spitting out blood that’s coming from his own nose and struggling to look up at you through a black eye.

- Kissing bruises and tracing scars. He’s always got a fresh set of black and blues after each of his games.

- Getting taught how to play Quidditch and/or fly like him, you’ll probably have to convince him to teach you how to fly though.

- Following his games.

- Practically always having a a ticket to his matches. He’s very fond of seeing you out in the stands or meeting up with you after the game, pressing a kiss to your temple before he heads off to the showers.

- Always having bragging rights because your dating Viktor fucking Krum. You usually try not to exercise the ability too much, though your friends/family might do it for you.

- Despite the fact that he’s incredibly skilled on a broomstick, something tells me that he isn’t the most graceful when he’s on the ground. He’s occasionally like a bull in a china shop, clumsily knocking things over; though he does manage to catch them given his set of skills, and/or tripping over things.

- Viktor has a naturally grumpy face and disposition but you can almost always tell the minute he spots you because of the way he straightens up, his face softening and his lips subtly quirking up. Its really quite sweet to watch.

- He’s usually pretty taciturn and silent with people but you’re one of the few that he speaks enthusiastically to. The two of you can have long conversations with each other about anything and everything; despite the slight language barrier.

- He watches you a lot, even when you’re doing the most mundane things possible. He just thinks you’re really pretty and is absolutely smitten with you.

- He’s used to people praising him but every once in a while, you’ll give him some sort of compliment and he’ll get a little shy because of it. You always find it funny, watching him try to suppress his smile, scratching the back of his neck and trying to humbly brush off your words. Its cute.

- Being picked up and spun around, particularly in hugs and especially after you haven’t seen each other for a while.

- Going with him on his walks and watching him train. He likes having you walk beside him in the afternoon/morning so that the two of you can talk while he stretches.

- Playing in the snow together. He rarely gets cold so he’ll constantly be giving you his hat and similar things when you mention how chilly it is.

- Dates at tourist attractions and his favorite Bulgarian places. They’re usually cozy, somewhat private areas that the two of you can enjoy each others company in.

- Taking long walks. It’s where you do a lot of your talking; oftentimes finding somewhere or something to do along the way or just continuing to roam around and enjoy each other’s company.

- Going swimming or rowing or maybe ice skating together, depending on the time of year; even though he probably swims in freezing water for fun.

- Hot springs and mountain climbing. He likes impressing you with his country and the different things that you can do there.

- Candle and firelit days/nights. At certain points of the year, his country doesn’t get a ton of light during the day so the two of you huddle by the fire and talk. Sometimes you’ll read to him, other times his family comes in and tells you stories. Regardless, you have very fond memories surrounding fire.

- Being his date for everything. I’m sure that he’s supposed to go to quite a few parties which he always asks you to accompany him to. It’s quite interesting being surrounded by players, coaches and famous people, being hounded by reporters and riding in carriages with him. There was definitely a ton of pictures taken of the two of you during your first outing together.

- He coaxes you into letting loose and having fun. He loves seeing you happy; your smile is his favorite sight in the world.

- A true gentleman. Viktor is always the sweetest with you, pulling out chairs, opening doors, quite literally carrying you over puddles. He knows exactly how to treat a woman and is old fashioned in the very best way.

- Little gifts. He’ll either send some in the post or present them to you a bit sheepishly yet excitedly when you visit him.

- Viktor doesn’t really have “true” friends; and he can only see you in person for so long, so when you’re with him, he’s quite clingy and eager to do everything with you; even if it’s just you doing something and him watching.

- Viktor can get quite jealous but he’s usually pretty reasonable about it, trying his best not to make himself look like a fool. He’ll confront the person he’s jealous of, taking them aside and asking them about their intentions. They’re usually intimidated enough by him to leave you alone after that; if their intentions were to actually get with you.

- Since he’s kind of a catch, he knows that he doesn't have to be jealous over most people but some people; particularly “pretty boys”, can occasionally catch him off guard. He’ll find himself glaring at them even harder than usual, clenching his jaw until he plasters on a more friendly face when you come to his side.

- He’s incredibly protective of you, he was even before the two of you actually started dating. He was/is always standing up to people for you, warding them off and defending you; even if you are technically in the wrong. The minute he see’s you, he’s walking up and joining your side, keeping close in case anything happens; and just because he likes your company.

- The two of you generally don’t fight all that much; you don’t necessarily have enough time with each other to fight. He’ll argue with you, maybe give you the silent treatment if you’re really having a fight but he usually can’t stand to be away from you for too long.

- Sometimes, in the middle of fighting, he’ll realize that he’s wrong, going quiet and looking at you, blinking a few times before blatantly saying “I’m wrong”, causing you to laugh. He’ll rub his head, furrow his brows and somewhat grimace, saying a “sorry” for whatever it is he did wrong.

- When you’re having a real fight, you’ll probably be giving each other the silent treatment, even in your letters. Finally, one lone letter comes in and your heart skips a beat against your better judgement.

- If you’re in person with each other then he’ll keep watching you; especially if you’re around other guys, being respectful and giving you your space. The only problem is that he doesn’t know when it’s time to stop and come to you; especially if he wasn’t angry himself. You’ll probably have to approach him first and ask if you can talk so that things can go back to normal.

- A little ways into your relationship, he’ll drop the first “I love you” and then continue to tell you that he does quite a bit. He’s not an incredibly verbal person but he loves letting you know how much you mean to him; especially if he gets to hear it back.

- He wanted to marry you practically the minute he saw you so yeah, it’s safe to say that he’s planning out your future together. Your relationship might be a tad bit difficult but honey, he’s going to make it work!

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As It Should Be ~ Lucy x Caspian

A/N: Hello lovelies, so this is well out of my wheel house. But thanks to Shadow and Bone I am well and truly back on my Ben Barnes Bullshit. Which included re-watching the Narnia movies and then I had some feels. I'm completely ignoring the books and this is way AU but I couldn't get it out of my head. So if there's any Lucian shippers out there, this ones for you. Spoilers for the movies.

Summary: Lucy had not been ready to leave Narnia. And Caspian had not been ready for her to go. Perhaps fate still had a plan.

Characters/Pairings: Lucy Pevensie/Caspian (everyone is of age, time works funny between the realms); Edmund Pevensie, Aslan

Warnings: Fluff, a little bit of angst, pining, spoilers for the movies.

Word count: 5800 (I don't know how it happened. I just had a lot of feels)

Caspian’s voyage on the Dawn Treader had been a success on all counts. But in spite of his resolve to be a great king of Narnia and to treasure the lands and people he had been chosen to rule, the young king was sorrowful on their return journey. His crew had known better than to question him when he returned alone from Aslan’s country. Drinian put a comforting hand on his shoulder, and Caspian clasped it for a moment before giving him a meaningful nod. Drinian got the Dawn Treader sailing for home while Caspian ducked below deck for just a moment to mourn the loss of his friends. When he returned, his smile was not quite so bright as it had been when the king and queen of old had been on the ship.

The crew was happy to be going home, but they also felt the loss of their companions quite acutely. It had taken no time at all for them to love Lucy and Edmund. The younger of the Kings and Queens of old were kind and hardworking and had immediately treated them as old friends. Narnia they supposed was their great love. And while Eustace had taken some extraordinary circumstances to warm up to, he too was missed, and they all found the ship far too silent with Reepicheep’s running commentary.

Their return took nearly six months as they returned all those who had been taken by the mist to their home islands. So, while the crew was joyous to be returning home after nearly two years, everyone was weary when they finally docked on the shores beneath Cair Paravel. Drinian directed the landing team, as more sailors came to help them unload. Caspian gazed up at Cair Paravel in all its glory. It had been mostly restored before he departed, but now, it was back to its true grandure, he wished Lucy and Edmund could have seen this.

He had only a moment before his advisors were upon him, welcoming him back and informing him that a feast was already being prepared for his return. They clamored for his attention, luckily with good news. They each were reporting that peace remained and things had grown even more bountiful in the past six months. Caspian listened carefully making notes on what to discuss with them tomorrow, before finally excusing himself to clean up before the feast.

After what could only be described as the most delicious meal he’d ever had, Caspian took his time reacquainting himself with the halls of his castle. During his time away, the team in charge of the interior restoration had finished all of their projects, which included the portraits of the Pevensies at the height of their rule. He inspected each one closely, trying to find the familiar features of his friends in the older faces.

For the most part he could see it. Although it was odd to see them at that age - all older than his 23 years. Well, all but Lucy. She had been just shy of 21 when they tumbled back through the wardrobe. She was the only one who never mentioned how hard it was to go from being an adult back to being an 8 year old. But he suspected that she struggled more than she let on, though she would never tell her siblings while they suffered their own distress. His thoughts lingered on the youngest of the great kings and queens. He couldn’t help but wonder if his dear friend would look the same when she reached 20 again.

Her portrait hung beside her sister’s and one could easily spot the differences. Susan held a quiet beauty, befitting her title of Gentle. But even the stillness of a portrait could not tame Lucy’s wild beauty and adventurous spirit. He knew well the twinkle of excitement the artist had captured. It was one that never failed to bring a smile to his face.

Caspian had been captivated by Lucy during their time on the Dawn Treader. More than he’d been willing to admit, even to himself. Though he suspected Edmund had seen it. He’d even expected a brotherly talk at one point, since Peter was absent. But he merely smiled, and took every opportunity to let them be together. Drinian had also made more than a few subtle comments, but Caspian had chosen to remain silent.

While the young prince had had eyes only for Susan upon their first meeting in terms of amorous intentions, Lucy’s unwavering faith and goodness had endeared her to him. When she stood across the river with only a dagger in her hand, facing down an army with a smile he could see why she of the four was the Valiant. She was amazing, even at age 11.

Her return 3 years later, had only deepened that opinion. She had matured and Caspian found himself lost in her. He’d been telling the truth when he told her that he hadn’t found a queen as beautiful as Susan, but what he left out was that there had been none as fierce as her either.

The pair had spent every possible moment together – stargazing, checking maps, telling stories. He loved her stories. Queen Lucy the Valiant had truly been a queen of her people. While her siblings had often been on the frontlines of battle, Lucy had always been protecting the people – evacuating them, learning from the healers how to dress wounds that didn’t require her cordial. She was the most beloved of the four, even in the stories Caspian had heard before he met them. Though she would refute that claim a thousand times over.

Other stories were filled with tales of dancing with fauns and dryads. Mr. Tumnus was a frequent character, and Caspian could hear the heartache in her voice when she spoke about him. He would often take the opportunity to squeeze her hand in comfort, which she also responded to with a grateful smile. Edmund would often join in, offering tales of his own or teasing Lucy.

One time in particular, he felt the need to remind her of the time a suitor had come to court and she had been so used to dancing with the fauns during their revelries that she panicked when he had offered his hand for a formal dance.

“All you could hear in the ballroom was Tristan grunting and Lucy apologizing,” Edmund chuckled.

Lucy’s cheeks flamed red and she glared at her brother for a moment, before a smirk slid across her features.

“At least I didn’t end up in a fountain after my first kiss,” she shot back.

Edmund’s cheeks tinged ever so slightly, but his expression was wistful.

“She was lovely. And it was worth it. I hope she had a good life.”

“I’m sure she did. But I’m sure she missed you.”

The siblings shared a look, regrets and memories flowing through their minds. Once again, Caspian was struck by how much life and loss these two “children” had experienced.

Later that night, after confirming their course with Drinian, Caspian was ready to retire to the barracks area for a few hours of sleep. But as he passed his quarters which he had given to Lucy, he heard humming. Moving as quietly as he could, he neared the cabin, noting the slightly ajar door. Caspian couldn’t help the smile that crossed his lips as he watched Lucy dance to her own tune as she looked in the mirror, the steps somewhat disjointed. He slipped inside, leaning against the doorjamb, making sure she couldn’t see his reflection.

“Would you like a partner?” he finally asked.

Lucy jumped at the unexpected voice, whirling as her cheeks filled with color upon realizing she’d been caught.

“Caspian! I was just… Edmund made me remember and I thought I’d practice.”

“In case we have a ball on the Dawn Treader?” he asked, grinning wildly at her.

“Of course. I’ve been to many balls on ships,” she giggled before sobering slightly. “No, but there’s dances back home. And I’ve never been, but I suspect they don’t much care for the type of dancing the fauns and dryads do.”

The mention of home twisted in Caspian’s gut, but he pushed the thought away. He would enjoy what time he had with her. Each moment was a gift.

“Well, I don’t know how they dance in your world, but it always helps to have a partner. May I?”

She nodded, uncharacteristically shy.

He snapped to attention and made a formal bow, which made her laugh but she curtsied anyway before taking his hand. He pressed a quick kiss to her knuckles, before placing her hand on his shoulder. His right hand fell to her waist, he his left clasped hers firmly.

“’Ready?”

“Absolutely?”

He wasn’t positive, but they both sounded breathless.

He began to hum, counting the beats by gently tapping his fingers against her side. He gave it a count of 8 before he began to move. It was rough at first, they were both out of practice… and nervous if he was being honest. But after a few crushed toes, they found their rhythm and soon they seemed to float. Caspian waltzed her around the room, twin smiles adorning their faces. Before they knew it, they were simply swaying in place gazing into each other’s eyes.

“I wonder if Susan is dancing like this with her naval officer,” Lucy wondered aloud, regretting it the moment it slipped past her lips. “Oh, I’m sorry, Caspian. I wasn’t thinking.”

He chuckled and shook his head.

“Don’t worry, Lucy. I’m not upset. I’m happy that your sister is moving on with her life. No one deserves to be alone.”

“But you’re alone,” Lucy pointed out.

Not cruelly, more confused by his logic.

“I’m not alone right now. I’m with you.”

And I will take that, he thought to himself. Just this moment and whatever else I get.

“Susan and I are worlds apart. In more ways than one,” he added slyly.

Lucy gazed up at him, no longer swaying at all.

“Caspian, I-“

At that moment, the ship lurched sending her crashing into his arms. It lurched again and sent them both to the floor. A storm had reached them and they heard the crew members racing about on deck. They shared one more moment before sprinting into action.

“Your majesty.”

His chief advisor’s voice jostled Caspian from his memories.

“Lord Pallburn. How can I help you?”

“You requested updates on the refugees and the five lords.”

“Of course. We shall speak on the way to my chambers.”

Caspian shot one last look at Lucy’s portrait before leading his advisor away.

Lucy sighed quietly as she watched the happy couple spin around the dance floor.

Years ago, on a ship a world away, Lucy had been held like that. Her thoughts strayed to Caspian and his near obsidian eyes. She had thought of him often in the years since. She wondered how long it had been for him.

Was he married by now?

A father?

Dead?

No.

Her heart couldn’t bear that last one. She had to believe Caspian was alive and well and happy or she wouldn’t be able to carry on.

She shook the thoughts away and returned to the view in front of her.

Susan was absolutely radiant in her wedding dress. Her smile lit up the room as Tom held her in his arms, leaning down for a peck as the song ended. They held hands as they exited the dance floor to chat with their friends.

Peter had his younger daughter, Jane, balanced on the top of his shoes as he moved them about in a decent facsimile of a waltz. Lucy smiled as she remembered her oldest brother doing the same with her when she was much younger.

Edmund was sitting with his girlfriend Margaret and their cousin Eustace laughing quite merrily.

With the exception of her cousin, Narnia had taken on the golden tint of a fond memory. But a memory none the less. Her siblings had been content to leave it at that. Lucy could not find it in her to do the same. Narnia had always felt more like home than this world. A fractured childhood would do that to you she supposed. After all she had grown up in Narnia first.

She still knew their customs and constellations better than England’s. But she knew it wasn’t just that. Her heart lay in Narnia, or rather with the King of Narnia. Caspian had a way of making Lucy feel seen when others didn’t.

“Enjoying the party, Lu?”

She nodded as she looked to Edmund who had slipped into the seat beside her.

“It’s wonderful. Everyone is having so much fun.”

“Everyone?”

“I’m having fun,” she insisted, knowing Edmund could see right through her.

“Talk to me.”

She looked again to the dance floor, eyes flitting from couple to couple.

“Do you think that I could ever find that here?”

“Love?”

Lucy nodded again.

“What makes you think you won’t?” he pressed, avoiding her question.

“I can’t imagine finding anyone to share my life with like that. There’s so much I couldn’t tell them. I don’t know how you all do it.”

Edmund hummed in response.

“Narnia meant everything to me. It made me who I am, but the only one who needs to know about it for it to be real is me. And I’m lucky enough that I got to share it with you, and Peter, Susan, and Eustace. Margaret doesn’t need to know what made me the man I am. Only that that man is someone she wants to be with.”

Lucy regarded her brother carefully for a moment. He’d clearly put a lot of thought into this and she appreciated it.

“I guess that makes sense. I guess I’m not ready to admit that Narnia is my past. Even though I have to.”

They were quiet for a moment.

“Is that the only reason you think you won’t find love here?”

Lucy knew where he was going with this, and finally she sighed – more an exhale after holding one’s breath.

“I think I loved him,” she whispered, not needing to specify who “him” was.

“Loved?” he clarified.

“Love,” Lucy corrected.

“He loves you too for what it’s worth. I could see it. Clear as the Northern Sky.”

“I don’t think it matters much. We’re worlds apart now. He’s probably married by now. I’m not sure how I managed it, but it seems I’ve left my heart in Narnia.”

Edmund wrapped an arm around her shoulder and tugged her into his side. She leaned her head heavily against his shoulder.

“What has been lost, can be found. We just need to have faith about these things. You taught me that.”

Lucy smiled at the reassurance.

“Thank you, Edmund.”

“Anything for you. Would you like to dance? We can even pretend we’re at Tumnus’,” he offered.

Lucy shook her head, but smiled more genuinely than she had all night.

“I think I’m going to take advantage of the gardens, and get some fresh air.”

“It’s not like there isn’t air inside,” he joked making her roll her eyes.

“I’ll be back soon.”

Edmund nodded and squeezed her once more before letting her go.

“Be safe.”

Lucy slipped through the crowd unnoticed, as usual. After a few minutes walking through the gardens she happened upon the entrance to a hedge maze. Looking back at the lights of the reception, she took a deep breath and hurried into the maze, following the turns at random.

It couldn’t possibly be big enough for her to actually get lost.

Caspian perched on the rail of his balcony, one knee up as his back was pressed against the palace wall twirling Lucy’s dagger in his hand. If anyone entered his chambers they wouldn’t be able to see him unless they stepped outside. Closing his eyes, he leaned his head back against the stone enjoying the cool breeze off the Eastern Sea. He had chosen this room specifically for the view of the water. It had always calmed him, and now it held an even more special place in his heart.

In the morning, he would return to his duties as king and this journey would leave the forefront of his mind to make room for diplomacy and logistics. And if his advisors had their way, finding a queen. But for now, as the wind whipped around him, he could imagine that he was back on the Dawn Treader. And if he listened closely enough, he could hear Lucy’s familiar humming. He allowed his mind to run wild with memories.

When the humming only grew louder, even after shaking himself from the sweet memories, Caspian grew concerned. Alert now for possible danger, he scanned the grounds for the source of the sound.

The beach was clear. As were the cliffs to the north. But as he turned his gaze to the south, a flash of auburn hair in the garden maze caught his eyes. She was deep within the heart of the garden without alerting the guards which was no easy feat.

Fastening his sword belt on, he sheathed Lucy’s dagger which she had gifted him on the shores of Aslan’s country.

“I think you’ll need this more than I will.”

“It shall never leave my side.”

You shall never leave my heart had remained unspoken.

Not wishing to alert the guards, Caspian scaled down the side of the castle, jumping from the lowest window and rolling to his feet.

The wind was carrying the humming to his ears quite clearly, as though it was actively helping him find the intruder. At the edge of the maze he took a deep breath before stepping inside. He allowed himself to be led through the turns by the voice, although he was nearly certain it must be a trap. Surely it was a siren or some spell luring him with his heart’s desire. But still he pursued her.

A few times it seemed they were just on the other side of the hedge from each other, but he would round the corner and find only a dead end.

Finally, he caught a flash of lavender fabric whooshing around the corner and he sped up as well as he could while maintaining his stealth. Lucy’s dagger fit comfortably in his hand. Peeking around the corner to ensure she was coming, he waited until she had passed by before leaping out and grabbing her, the dagger pressed against her throat.

“Who are you? And what are you doing here?”

She froze in his arms.

“Caspian?”

The woman squirmed in his grip enough to see his face and in his surprise he let her.

“It is you. How on Earth did you get here?” she asked.

“Lucy?” he mumbled as he released her and she turned to look at him, giving him his first good look at her.

“Yes, it’s me. I know I look a bit different. But goodness, you haven’t aged a day,”

“Lucy,” he repeated before dropping the dagger and pulling her into his arms, burying his face in her neck.

She held him just as fiercely as if he would disappear if she let go for even an instant.

“I missed you so much,” he murmured. “I thought of you every day.”

“As did I. How long has it been for you?” she asked as she lifted her head to look at him, unwilling to break their embrace any further.

“Six months and thirteen days.”

Lucy huffed out a little laugh.

“Is that all?”

Caspian already knew it had been much longer for her. Years, he guessed, given how much she looked like her portrait.

“How long?”

“Six years. Four months. Eleven days.”

She’d been counting. In spite of knowing that Aslan’s plans for Narnia did not include her.

“Oh, Lucy,” Caspian sighed.

Years. She had thought of him every day for years. The knowledge made his heart beat faster.

“It’s okay. You’re here now. How on Earth are you here?” she asked again.

Caspian glanced upward, just to ensure he hadn’t been transported to her world, but sure enough his stars remained, twinkling down at him.

“Lucy, you’re in Narnia.”

Whipping her head around to gain bearings she didn’t know she’d lost, Lucy’s expression clouded with confusion.

“But how? I was at the wedding. I just stepped out for a few minutes –“ She paused and shook her head with a serene smile. “Things never happen the same twice,” she murmured. “Or four times I suppose. I’m not sure how it’s happened, but I am glad to be home.”

Caspian’s heart both clenched and soared at the word home. But he was still stuck on the earlier revelation.

“You were at a wedding?”

His mind raced as he took in her demure dress and artful curls.

Six years, his mind screamed. Even if she had thought of him, of course she would have found someone else in that time.

“Yes,” she affirmed absent-mindedly. “Of Susan will be so cross I’ve left her wedding.”

Elation.

“Susan’s wedding?”

“Yes.” Lucy’s face dropped. “Oh, I’m sorry, Caspian.”

“So you are not married?” he asked, ignoring the apology.

Lucy’s laughter was a balm to his soul.

“Goodness, no. Not even close. The closest I’ve come to marriage was holding hands with Dennis Macmillian when we were 17. And even that was mainly because I was slipping on the ice. I’ve never even gone for a stroll with a boy.”

Caspian smiled, pulling back just enough to offer her his arm.

“Well then, please, allow me. It would be a shame to waste such a lovely Narnian evening.”

“So it would,” she agreed, looping her arms through his. “Tell me everything I’ve missed,” she insisted as they walked deeper into the maze.

“There’s not that much to tell you. We’ve only just arrived back to Cair Paravel this morning. It took us several months to return everyone to their homes before we could return. Beyond that, I’ve just received reports of peace in Narnia.”

“That’s wonderful, Caspian.”

“I’m sure your time has been far more interesting. Tell me everything.”

“Longer doesn’t always mean more interesting.”

Caspian shot her a look of disbelief.

“I’m telling the truth. After the Dawn Treader we stayed with Eustace until the end of the War. After that, once Susan, Peter, and our parents returned, I went back to school. I learned how to become a nurse.”

“Did you now?”

“Mhmm. Top of my class even. It’s been fascinating to learn, although I still think the healers here have a better bedside manner. And goodness have there been days where I wished for my cordial on the job.”

“It sounds intense.”

“It is. But I love it.”

Her smile confirmed it.

“It suits you,” he agreed.

“Besides all that, not much has changed for me. I spend most of my time working or with my family, though that’s been difficult of late.”

“Difficult? Why?” he asked with a furrowed brow.

“They’ve all become convinced I’m doomed to become an old maid. Well, not everyone I suppose. Mainly my parents and Susan. Peter would prefer it that way, over protective as he is. And Edmund, well he just wants me to be happy.”

Despite her comments, the fondness she had for her siblings still shone through.

“I’m sure they all want you to be happy.”

“I know that. I just wish they wouldn’t keep trying to set me up. I think falling in love should happen naturally.”

She glanced up at Caspian who was watching her closely.

“As do I. So it sounds to me that you’re turning suitors down left and right.”

“Hardly,” she scoffed. “Although I think Susan believes that she’ll have a better chance at marrying me off now that she’s officially taken. They’ll have to settle for the lesser Pevensie sister.”

Caspian narrowed his eyes at the assertion, footsteps coming to a halt as he turned to face her.

“In what way lesser?”

“In every way,” Lucy laughed humorlessly.

“You are Queen Lucy the Valiant. The most beloved Queen Narnia has ever seen,” he reminded her, continuing on before she could argue with him. “You are amazing. You are in no way lesser.”

His words made her smile but it didn’t reach her eyes.

“That may be who I am here. But in my world, I’m just Peter and Susan’s little sister. An afterthought.”

Caspian hated to hear her talk about herself like that.

“Then everyone in your world must be fools. You are valiant and beautiful in every world.”

Lucy found herself unable to hold his intense gaze.

“I’m not beautiful like Susan.”

He lifted her head up with a finger underneath her chin, forcing her to look at him.

“Perhaps not. But you’re beautiful like you. And brave. And kind. And loving. And a million other wonderful things.”

“No one’s ever seen me the way you do.”

“It’s an honor to know you this way, Lucy.”

He reached up cradling her cheek before sliding his fingers into her hair.

“I love you.”

It was a relief to finally say it out loud, and her smile was well worth it.

“I love you too, Caspian. I have for a long time.”

He leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss to her lips. When he pulled away, he leaned his forehead against hers.

“I was so scared I’d never see you again,” she whispered.

“I was too. I was certain that I’d lost my chance. But you’re here now.”

“I am.” She looked around and somehow he knew she was looking for Aslan. “But I still don’t know why.”

“I’m sure Aslan has his reasons.”

“He usually does,” Lucy agreed with a smile. “I’m sure we’ll figure it out in time. For now…”

“For now, I’m just going to be grateful. And enjoy every second of my time with you.”

“I like that plan.”

They walked through the gardens for a time before Caspian escorted her up to the castle.

Sure enough they spent the next few weeks enjoying their time together. In fact the entire kingdom rejoiced at the return of their queen. But with no indication as to why she was there, soon a quiet anxiety crept in.

Neither Lucy nor Caspian were willing to make too many plans when they didn’t know when she would be returning, so instead they focused on ensuring Narnia was well taken care of. Lucy helped Caspian reinstate the High Council so that every type of creature was represented. Caspian watched in awe as the land flourished and now that everyone had a voice they found it even easier to keep peace. In fact, many days it seemed there wasn’t much ruling to do at all. So he spent more time with his people than ever, which he loved.

And he grew to love Lucy more every day. He knew at some point that she would have to leave, to return to her family, but he also knew that he couldn’t bear to be without her. His decision was made, although he was sure that many would consider it selfish.

Which is why a year after she arrived, Caspian led Lucy into the maze he had found her in.

“This is quite lovely. We haven’t done this in a while. What brought this on?” she asked as they walked.

“Well, I’ve been doing a lot of thinking lately. And I have a question for you. And I thought this would be the best place to ask it.”

She tilted her head in question, noting the slight nervousness in his voice.

“What kind of question?”

“An important one.”

They had reached the center of the maze and Caspian led Lucy to sit on the edge of the fountain that contained a stone carving of Aslan. He hoped it would bring them the Great Lion’s blessing.

He took both her hands in his as he sat beside her on the edge of the fountain.

“Lucy, my love, ever since I first met you, you have been a source of strength and someone who I have never failed to believe in. On our first adventure I learned never to overlook you, and I am eternally grateful for learning that lesson. Because it allowed me to see you for who you are on our second adventure. On the Dawn Treader, I fell in love with you. And the day I had to say goodbye to you it felt as if my heart would never be whole again. But by the grace of Aslan, you were returned to me. And I have spent the past year falling more and more in love with you. I’m not sure how long we have left in Narnia, but I don’t want to waste another moment without asking you to be my wife.”

She gasped as Caspian shifted down onto one knee.

“There is no other I would bind myself to. I love you, Lucy Pevensie. And my only wish is to have you by my side for as long as you’ll have me. Will you marry me?”

“Of course.”

She tackled Caspian to the ground in a very unladylike move, and kissed him soundly.

“Of course I’ll marry you.”

Caspian’s smile was brilliant as he reached up to cradle her face before pulling her down for another kiss. They reveled in their new engagement alone for a while longer before deciding to return to the castle.

They were nearly out of the maze when they saw a flash of golden fur.

“Aslan?”

Lucy took off after the lion and Caspian was right on her heels. He couldn’t help but wonder at the timing.

They made it back to the fountain and found the lion himself in front of his stone counterpart.

“Aslan, it is you.”

Lucy launched herself at him, burying her face in his fur.

“Hello, dear one.” It came out in a deep rumbling laugh.

Caspian knelt before Aslan, keeping his eyes on the ground.

“Rise, King Caspian.”

“Aslan, what are you doing here?”

“I’ve come to talk to you about your future, dear one.”

Caspian felt unease coil in his stomach.

“My future here or…?”

Lucy took a step back to stand next to Caspian taking his hand in hers.

“That is your decision to make, Lucy. Your heart longed for Narnia when you returned home. You had not been ready to leave it behind. Is that still true?”

She looked to her betrothed and considered her words carefully.

“I could leave Narnia. But I cannot leave my heart. I cannot leave Caspian. Not again.”

Aslan turned his massive head towards the king – looking at him expectantly.

“Caspian?”

The king lifted Lucy’s hand to kiss her knuckles, looking to her as he answered.

“Narnia was the only home I ever knew. But Lucy is the only home I will ever need. I would leave Narnia if she wished me to. If you would allow it,” he added as he finally turned to face Aslan.

“Caspian?” Lucy gasped at him.

Aslan seemed to nod so Caspian continued, looking back to his love.

“Lucy, in the past year we’ve changed Narnia. It is ruled by its people. As it should be. They don’t need a king. But I need you.”

Tears gathered in the corners of her eyes, but there was no mistaking her smile.

“Are you sure?”

“I am,” he assured her.

Lucy kissed him for a moment, before turning to Aslan.

“Aslan, is it possible?”

He huffed a laugh and nodded with a shake of his mane.

“Yes, dear one. It is possible. All is as it should be with Narnia thanks to you. But you both must be sure.”

They shared a look before turning back to Aslan.

“We’re sure,” they said in unison.

“But we must not abandon Narnia this time,” Lucy insisted. “I want to say goodbye properly.”

“Of course. You two can stay as long as you like, you have earned that. When you are ready return to this fountain and take the path behind it.”

They both peeked around as the hedge directly behind Aslan’s statue opened up. If she listened closely Lucy could hear the music of the reception.

“You’ll be returned to when you left,” Aslan answered her unspoken question.

Lucy hugged him again and Caspian joined in this time.

“Thank you, Aslan.”

“Thank you, for all you have done for Narnia. It is better for knowing you, dear heart.”

Lucy and Caspian were married after six months on the day before they stepped down and allowed the high council full rule over Narnia. Surprisingly, no one begrudged them their decision. Narnia was happy and they saw that they could rule themselves and be their own heroes.

Two years to the day after Lucy arrived, they said their final goodbyes to the land that had given them so many gifts, the dearest of which was each other.

Hand in hand they entered the maze and followed the turns to the center. With one last look at the great stone lion, they walked through the hedge behind him, coming out into a dark night. Lucy was once again in her lavender bridesmaid dress. Luckily she had had the foresight to have a suit made for Caspian so he would blend in.

“Shall we?” she asked, excited to see her family after so long. Well so long for her. Just moments for them.

“Are you sure I shouldn’t just wait here until after the wedding? How are we going to explain me just turning up?” Caspian asked, daunted by the new world around him.

It was louder than Narnia, and undeniably strange. Lucy cupped his cheek, and kissed him.

“The evening is nearly over. The others will want to see you. You were at the other party and we ran into each other in the garden. You’re an old friend from our time with the professor. And I insisted that you come say hello and congratulate Susan in person.”

“You’ve thought about this,” he teased, considering the plan in his head.

“Of course. It was the first thing I thought when you threatened me with my own dagger,” she reminded him with a mocking look.

“Oh really?” Caspian chuckled, quirking an eyebrow at her.

“Yes. Right after ‘he’s here. Maybe I get to be loved after all’.”

“You are so loved, my valiant Lucy. And I shall love you forever. In every world.”

She smiled up at him, blissfully happy.

“And I you, Caspian.”

They shared one more kiss before walking hand in hand back to reception. Everything was as it should be.

A/N: I hope you enjoyed this. I've got loads of Ben Barnes feels lately and this is how I'm dealing with it lol. Thanks for reading!

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Wakana Spring Live ～magic moment～ 2021 Review

Note: I FINALLY got my package. Now that I watched the full live in HD, I thought I would share m thoughts and a little present below the cut ^_^ As always, I would like to encourage everyone to SUPPORT Wakana by BUYING her Blu-ray!!! Her sales numbers aren’t the greatest which is a huge shame since this is a solid release.

Overall thoughts: I got the Limited Edition of course since I couldn’t resist the pretty sleeve packaging, the bonus documentary (so insightful) and the photobook (scans coming up soon). It is quite pricey but totally worth the money, especially if you are among those fans who liked “Magic Moment” much more than Wakana’s debut album. The release comes with a gorgeous clearfile as tokuten so be sure to get it! Try going for the Regular Edition if you want to save money. As for the live itself, it was a pleasure to watch and I can see myself rewatching it a lot (skipping a few songs though :P). Wakana’s voice coaching lessons are definitely starting to pay off. She has so much stamina these days. Can you believe that this was her SECOND live performance of the day? Her vocals were solid, even during her high-demand power ballads. At rarely any point did she sound overly-screechy to my ears, there were certain sections that didn’t sound 100% smooth but those parts definitely didn’t take away from my overall enjoyment. On a side note, this live was a feast for the eyes, Wakana looked absolutely beautiful in her white dress and I even liked her encore outfit even though it was a little “out there” XD During the more up-beat songs, her smile literally lit up the entire hall. Seeing her have so much fun on stage is healing. I feel like they may have gone a little overboard on the blurry filters from time to time but I guess that was on purpose.

1.揺れる春: 6/10. This is obviously the perfect cute intro for a Spring Lives so I understand why Wakana put it here but I would have much preferred “breathing” as a grand entrance. Still so sad that this is the only song from the “magic moment” album that didn’t make it onto the setlist of this live. I know, we already got an official audio recording but I would have loved some video footage to accompany it :P Anyways, back to Yureru Haru. I haven’t really warmed up to the song yet. It’s not bad and I honestly love the verses since they are super precious and feel kinda nostalgic but the chorus doesn’t stand out imo. Also, her singing style during parts of the chorus isn’t my favourite and not overly flattering. 2.where: 4/10. Oh no!! I was hoping Wakana would be singing the “ohhhohhhs”. She could have easily done it during the start and middle part of the song since it wasn’t overlapping with her other vocals. This seems so rushed? Is it just me? I haven’t listened to the studio version in a while but I know that I quite enjoyed that and it definitely didn’t make me feel as fidgety as this. Don’t know what it is exactly but it keeps me from getting into the song. I guess this is the biggest disappointment for me because I wanted to like it. 3.君だけのステージ: 4/10. I will admit it, this is not my favourite song. It’s just way too long :P But it is a very good and energetic performance, really no complaints when it comes to Wakana. But experiencing it live at the venue would have made it so much better for me. Oh well, nothing that can be done about it. The scat part at the end was a pleasant surprise. Would have loved to hear more of that. 4.442: 100/10. Honestly a masterpiece. One of Wakana’s best solo songs up-to-date and so very perfect to show off her vocals. Hearing it live like this with a band arrangement is a revelation. I love the wailing in the beginning and all the strength she conveys throughout the rest of the song. 5.ひらりひらり: 3/10. Another song I haven’t warmed up to yet. No real thoughts. It’s one of those songs that’s just very forgettable, not bad per se but there is just nothing at all that attracts me to it. :-( As you can tell, I wasn’t entirely happy with some of the setlist choices. Wakana obviously wanted to include all the album songs but some of them are just not my cup of tea T_T 6.夕焼け: 6/10. This is one of the pieces that gets better every time I listen to it. And the latter half of the song is generally much nicer. I am always surprised by how much I actually like it when it’s over :P 7.アキノサクラ Acoustic ver.: 7/10. I am distracted by that harmonica sound-alike thingy Satoshi Takebe is playing XD Still, I have come to really like this song last winter so it is always appreciated, especially the acoustic version. Wakana is struggling a bit during the ending but nothing too bad. 8.myself: 100/10. Utter perfection. So much better than the studio version. And I am not saying this because I disliked the studio version, quite the contrary actually, I LOVED it but these two versions are honestly miles apart. Wakana’s live performance feels so much more raw and emotional. And her vocals in this are pretty much flawless, I can’t even begin to describe how this song makes me feel. A perfect ballad for Wakana. 9.メロディー (Cover): 8/10. My first reaction was boring. But by the third listen I was totally smitten and now it’s among my faves from this live. Be sure to give it a few tries, it really grows on you. I can tell why Takebe would choose this for Wakana. 10.元気を出して (Cover): 8/10. Ahhhhh, so freaking cute and old-school. Nothing beats a nostalgic, fluffy pop song from the 80s. I am here for this content. The “lalalas” at the end are LOVE. 11.オレンジ: 6/10. I like the song but I have to be in the mood for it. And here we have that fake harmonica thingy again. I enjoy the sound of a harmonica about as much as the sound of an accordion (which means not at all :P) but it fits the vibe of the song so I am okay with it. The bridge is usually my favourite part but Wakana’s delivery wasn’t as smooth as I would have liked. It was nice to have this right after “Genki wo Dashite” because both are encouraging pick-me-ups. 12.恋はいつも: 10/10. One day I wanna hear her sing the “baby, baby” part!! Please! Another absolutely highlight, you all know that I ADORE this song, I could listen to this FOREVER. It’s such a shame the corona guidelines do not allow the audience to sing along because the ending is so much more powerful if everyone is actually singing instead of just clapping. 13.Happy Hello Day: 8/10. Such a feel-good piece. Initially I didn’t like it much but seeing it performed with an audience during her Music Party and now here, has really made me fall in love with it. I have mentioned it before in my initial reaction to the YouTube leak but I wish she would have sung some lalalas at the end just as she did during her Music Party. 14.magic moment: 9/10. I KNEW I would love this song more once I got to hear it live. I still feel like the composition is a bit choppy and thus not as flowy as I would have liked from a power ballad like this but OMG, Wakana’s live performance is EVERYTHING. Blown away by her powerful vocals, she OWNS this song 15.時を越える夜に: 10/10. Two power ballads back to back. What more could I ask for? I know not many people liked Wakana’s solo debut but I personally always thought it was perfect for her. I consider this to be one of her best songs. Say what you will about Takebe but he certainly knows how to make Wakana shine, at least in my opinion. And the song has only gotten better with every live performance. Although I think I preferred the version from her Voice Tour. So very glad we got at least one track from Wakana’s first album. The original setlist actually included Kinmokusei and Kioku no Hito which are two of my faves (they were later exchanged with the two covers). 16.春を待つ (Kalafina Cover): 8/10. Despite this being one of Keiko’s favourite Kala-songs I never could bring myself to really appreciate it. It’s just an okay song for me. Don’t get me wrong, I enjoy it quite a bit but I don’t go out of my way to listen to it. However, I very much loved Wakana’s cover though, she does a good job singing everyone’s lines and since the original doesn’t have any harmonies her solo performance doesn’t feel too lacking. 17.あとひとつ: 10/10. Always a treat. Can’t believe this STILL hasn’t gotten an official release :P But I understand Wakana’s reasoning, she wants to keep this song a unique live experience and it really is. I can’t help but tear up whenever she is singing this.

Documentary: I haven’t watched all of it yet but OMG, this is so cool. The first 20 minutes are dedicated to rehearsals. I love seeing Wakana like this, just being her cute dorky self. But poor baby, it was hard seeing her this exhausted after the big studio rehearsal (that’s what the gif is from - being her overdramatic self, she literally dropped dead to the floor). The second half of the documentary is Wakana talking about the production of the live and the different songs of the setlist.

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Min Skat (Ivar x reader)

A/N: This is for @maggiescarborough‘s and @gearhead66‘s birthdays 🎉 The truth is, I wanted to write two different fics but I had problems... As you may know, girls, I was on vacation. And the laptop I took with me was broken... So... I couldn’t write. I got home only 36 hours ago. That’s why I finally decided to write a single story, to share, for both of you. Hope you won’t mind. And since I know you both love fluff, then... fluff it is!

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, LOVELY WOMEN 💖 🌷 💖

As usual, thanks to my lifesaver, @inforapound, for beta reading it so quickly 🌻

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Min elskede: my love - Min skat: my treasure

the gif belongs to @ohbelllaciao

Summary: You’re pregnant, childish, cranky, hungry, moody and it’s the middle of the night. How’s Ivar going to react?

Warnings: soft, soft, soft Ivar and a lot of fluff.

Words: 2308

Hands on your lower back in a futile attempt to ease the shooting pain coursing through your spine, you slowly cross the room. The faint moonlight allows you to see that Ivar hasn't moved. Covered by many furs, lying on his side, his eyes are closed, his steady breathing just loud enough to hear.

You honestly resent him for sleeping peacefully when you haven't been able to for weeks. There are so many reasons for your sleepless nights: the constant need to empty your bladder, the feeling of choking as soon as you lie down, the midnight cravings, your inability to find a comfortable position in your shared bed, or the frantic kicks from the tiny human growing inside you as soon as you try to rest… You're exhausted. And mildly jealous.

Getting closer, you sink heavily onto the bed, releasing a deep sigh. Ivar immediately moves and groans, annoying you. He should know better and not dare to complain. "Ivar, don't expect me to apologize! I am warning you!" You hiss through clenched teeth, furrowing your brows. "Carry a baby for nine fucking moons and then, maybe, you'll be allowed to say something!"

Sitting up, he grabs a candle and lights it before shifting next to you.

Looking at him, you see his big, sleepy blue eyes staring at you, bewilderment written all over his face. "Min elskede, are you all right? Is there anything I can do?" There's no annoyance or impatience in his voice, and his gentleness stirs you up. You love him so much… Forgotten, your previous anger is replaced by an emotional roller-coaster bringing tears to your eyes.

Since you don't answer, he gets closer to you, squeezing both your hands in one of his. "Y/N, min elskede, why did you get up? Tell me please."

Using his free hand, he gently fixes a strand of your hair behind your ear.

"I don't know…" Shrugging your shoulders, you try to explain. "I had… I was too hot. And then I had to… pee…" You blush. "And now I wish I'd grab something to eat. I'm hungry. And I'm cold." Snuggling into his arms, you can't help but pout.

Smiling at you, he kisses softly the tip of your nose before speaking firmly, grabbing and patting a fluffy pillow. "I'll take care of everything. Lie down, min elskede." You're too exhausted to fight back and just do as you're told. Rewarded by a soft kiss on your forehead, Ivar folds several furs onto you and you give him a little smile.

You watch him as he throws himself onto the floor and starts crawling. The glorious sight of his nacked, chiseled chest is mesmerizing and painfully appealing. If you weren't so pregnant, you'd probably jump on him for a long and passionate lovemaking session. But here you are, huge and so weary that the simple thought of moving again exhausts you. Frustrated, you close your eyes, sighing heavily.

"I'll be right back, min elskede." Stopping at the doorway, Ivar gives you a last comforting smile and then disappears. You do know he'll come back with everything you could wish for, and undoubtedly more.

From the very beginning, Ivar has always been different around you. Nicer to you than to other people. Less prone to anger. You know it's because of the way you acted when you first met him. That night, for the first time in his life, he had been treated first as a human being, and not as a cripple.

He'd traveled all the way to Vestfold to ask your uncle, King Harald, for his support in his war against Lagertha. You, the illegitimate daughter of Halfdan the Black, the king's brother, lived most of the time further north with your mother, who had only been a one-night stand to your father. But once or twice a year, Harald invited you to Vestfold, usually for his own benefit.

That time, the king had asked you – urged you – to seduce Ivar the Boneless, in order to strengthen their alliance. You didn't like being treated like a courtesan and had locked yourself in your room. It had taken all your father's forcefulness to convince you to come out. When you had eventually entered the hall, the feast in honor of the youngest Ragnarsson was in full swing. Dressed in a beautiful burgundy red dress offered to you by King Harald, you had caught everyone's attention but only had eyes for your uncle's special guest. Immediately captivated by his perfect facial features, you had felt as if you were drowning in his unimaginably blue eyes as soon you had looked into them, your heart skipping a beat.

Sitting next to your uncle, the chair to his left was free, reserved for you according to your father's words. Taking your seat nervously, you had wondered if he could hear the frantic heartbeat in your chest.

From that moment on, it was just the two of you. You weren't even sure the world kept spinning. For hours, Ivar and you had been talking, smiling at each other, his hand grabbing yours under the table, your fingers stroking his knuckles.

You soon had realized that Ivar's reputation – a selfish, bloodthirsty and ruthless prince – only reflected part of the man he was: outstandingly intelligent, curious about everything, funny, smart and clever. He had asked you a lot of questions, wanted to know everything about you. You had told him about your village, about your mother's people, the Sami, and their peculiar customs. He had listened carefully, often asking you to clarify some details. He had been more reluctant to talk about his life, claiming that yours was much more exciting than his own, made of wars and blood.

When your completely drunk uncle had ended the feast, Ivar had put his hand on your forearm, tentatively offering to see you again the next day. Much to his surprise, you had agreed right away, a wide smile lighting up your face. And then a frown had crossed his face as he had lowered his head. "Y/N, I… There's something you need to know… "The panic was written all over his face. "I'm… not like everyone else." Swallowing, he had kept his head down.

Of course he wasn't. He was different. He had won your heart in a matter of hours. What was the problem? Then, realization had hit you. Of course. Speaking softly, you had grabbed his hand. "I know absolutely everything I need to know about you, Ivar."

Releasing a shaky breath, Ivar had shook his head. "No, you don't. You wouldn't have agreed to meet me again if you did. You wouldn't have agreed if you knew that I'm a cr—" Shushing him, one finger on his lips, one hand on his chin, you had forced him to look at you. "Ivar, I know your legs don't work. I knew all along. I knew when I sat next to you." He was bewildered and speechless. Shrugging, you had explained. "I don't care if you can't walk, Ivar, it doesn't matter. What matters though, it's what's there,” your hand had briefly grazed his chest, you had pointed at his heart, "and there,” your index finger had brushed his forehead as you had smiled once again. "So yes, I definitely want to meet you tomorrow." And then, your lips had audaciously found his, leaving him astounded.

You were already utterly in love. And so was he. That night, you spoke with your heart and Ivar believed you. And more importantly, from that night on, he trusted you, allowing himself to be soft and caring when it was just the two of you.

Abandoned to your memories, you sigh lovingly. Gods, this man is your everything and you love being the one with whom he's his true self. You know him like no one else does. And you see him for who he is. Not a king, not a cripple. Just a man; your man. Often stubborn, sometimes hot-tempered but always and unwaveringly loving.

Since you are with child, Ivar takes even greater care of you, his unexpected yet unfailing patience both surprizing and delighting you. Whether you're screaming, crying or sulking, he's always there, smiling, cheering you up, whatever the time of day or night. And no matter what you ask, he's always trying to meet all your needs, making a point of doing everything on his own.

Every night, since your first cravings many months ago, he brings you something to eat.

Every day, he massages your tense shoulders and your aching back, and then rubs your swollen legs.

At all times, he wordlessly endures your mood swings and tantrums.

Every morning, he helps you get dressed before braiding your hair while whispering words of love for only you to hear.

And every day, you feel guilty.

Since you're pregnant, you're not yourself. Most of the time you can't help it, but sometimes you realize what you're doing and blame yourself for treating your husband so poorly.

"Min elskede!" His voice pulls you out of your thoughts.

Pushing a heavy wooden tray in front of him, Ivar carefully crawls his way back. From where you are, you can see on the tray two bowls and one plate, all full of delicacies.

When he's close enough, Ivar hands you the tray before pulling himself up on the bed, taking a seat right next to you. Helping you sit up, he places a large cushion behind your back, his knuckles grazing your cheek while his lips briefly find yours.

Looking down, you stare in wonder at what Ivar brought you. Once again, he thought of everything: various dried meats, goat cheese, those blueberries you love so much and those pickled herrings you usually hate but are mad about since you are with child.

Suddenly feeling self-conscious, you let out an embarrassed laugh. "Ivar, I don't deserve this…" Blinking a few times, you grab his hand. "I don't deserve you."

He shakes his head, wrapping his arm around your shoulders. "Min elskede, you made me a man, then a husband." He tenderly puts his free hand on your huge belly. "And soon, I'll become a father. It's more than I could have hoped for. Of course you deserve this. You deserve even more than this." Before you can say anything, Ivar pops a blueberry in your mouth.

Patiently waiting for you to finish eating, Ivar keeps a soothing hand over your shoulders, absentmindedly massaging them while pecking you on the cheek. As soon as you finish, he puts the tray on the nightstand, nodding appreciatively as he sees the cleared plates.

"Min elskede, it's far from dawn, you should try to get back to sleep." You nod getting lost in a yawn and lay down, rolling on your side with effort. Ivar lays down as well, facing you, his right hand brushing your belly.

"I love you, Ivar, I love you so much. You're a wonderful husband and you're going to be an amazing father." Sighing, you close your eyes for an instant. "You'll be a much better father than yours or mine ever was." Your voice is shaky and you can see uncertainty on Ivar's face.

"I'll try, Y/N, I'll try really hard. I can promise that I'll do my best." His breath hitches as he grabs your hand, squeezing it. "But tell me… Tell me again…" He stops, eyes clearly watering. Swallowing, he winces before taking a deep breath. "Tell me… What are we going to do if the baby is… like me?"

That's his greatest fear. You know your husband is terrified. The thought of him passing his condition – his curse, as he says – on to your kid gives him nightmares. Since you have been with child, he's done everything he can not to bother you with it. Yet, the closer it gets, the less he manages to hide his worries.

A hand on his cheek, you give him a reassuring smile. "If the baby is like you, my king, we'll love them just as much. We'll be there for them at every step, and you can teach them everything you had to find out on your own. If the baby is like you, it will be their strength and we'll help them to make the most of it. And I promise you, Ivar, growing up, this child will have everything you didn’t." Eyes bathed in tears, Ivar sniffles as you grasp his hand, firmly putting it back on your belly. "However, because of those vigorous kicks…,” Ivar almost jumps, wide-eyed, as he feels something hitting his hand and you stifle a laugh, "… I strongly believe their legs will be perfectly healthy."

Closing his eyes, Ivar enjoys feeling the blows against his palm, but frowns as you hiss in pain, one of them reaching your ribcage.

Sitting upright and adjusting his legs, he takes the fur off, tossing it to the side before pushing your nightgown up. He gently presses his hand on your belly, his fingers freely running over your skin, before lowering his head. "Min skat, I know you can't wait to see the world, and the truth is, I can't wait to meet you. But for now, please, let your beautiful mother sleep." Whether it's Ivar's voice, or his touch, it works and you can feel your baby calm down. Ivar inhales deeply. "My father once told me that happiness was nothing. He couldn't be more wrong. Your mother made me a happy man, which I thought was impossible. She and I, together, will teach you love and happiness…"

As you struggle to hold back your tears, Ivar peppers light kisses all over your belly. "Go to sleep, baby…" He whispers… "Sleep, min skat."

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2021animalfarmfanficg2 · 3 years

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THE NEW REVOLUTION

João Manuel and Theodoro Galvão

Synopsis

We all know the tragic changing process that the animals witness in the Animal Farm, where it slowly transitions from a peaceful, equal, and hope-filled environment, to a dictatorship much alike Jone's. The growing abuse and manipulation that the lower-class animals suffer is sustained by Napoleon and the pigs' compelling speeches, meaningless arguments and made-up stories, that are just as convincing as fake. Had the animals trusted their guts and questioned the pigs, however, they might have realized the institutionalized unfairness and brutality that permeated Animal Farm. What if, coupled with Snowball's idealist values and intellect, the animals turned against Napoleon and organized a new rebellion, as to truly claim for their rights and at last achieve the long-lost dream of an equal farm, envisioned originally by Old Major.

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THE NEW REVOLUTION

Three weeks flew by past Boxer’s banquet, but the pain was still fresh; the endless murmuring on the stall kept the animals up until late hours of the night, wondering in remorse what had happened to their good friend, Boxer. Benjamin and Muriel were, more than ever, fully convinced that he had been taken to be slaughtered - for he was no longer useful in the laborial duties to Napoleon -, but the great majority stood alongside Squealer and his version of the history. Only Clover was to be seen in cruel doubt as to what had truly happened. The sheep would most promptly bleat in distress, whenever the matter was brought up, accusing those who didn’t believe in Napoleon and his servants of traitors of the progress and Animalism altogether. “Comrades, do not be fooled by the sincerity and spark in Squealer’s eyes, with which he deviously persuades and manipulates you as pleased, mourning in mockery the death of our dearest friend, as he - and by that, I mean all of the authoritarians who run this place with no regard for animal life - deliberately sentenced Boxer to a horrendous death, as soon as he grew old, too old to be enslaved ahead of the workforce anymore.”, Benjamin passionately discoursed.

“Don’t listen to him” , protested the sheep, “he… he… he is a…”, but that was about all they could say. That very night, all but the sheep hit the hay closer to the knowledge of the truth, and, for the first time, a feeling of animosity was held in the air toward Napoleon. The following days carried on uneventfully: the work on the windmill, the school and the crops was yet to be done, and clearly at a slower pace with the absence of Boxer’s tremendous strength and inspirational determination. The insatisfaction with the path that the farm was taking grew substantially over time. All of a sudden, Muriel and Benjamin were able to enlighten the animals' visions towards Napoleon's dictatorship and totalitarian acts. "Doesn't it seem a bit odd how the pigs have established privileges for themselves, disrespected the Commandments, and utterly altered the way we were supposed to live, the way Animalism was envisioned by Old Major? Yet, they were able to keep us all reigned in with such exceptional rhetoric in Squealer's speeches." preached Muriel in excitement. "What does all that even mean?" inquired some of the animals. "Comrades, open your eyes, we are living under the same oppression, under the same conditions, as we did in Jones' time! Our food is scarce, our fellow animals are slaughtered, we've worked non-stop for the last few years… And all for what? So that Napoleon keeps on living in the height of luxury, with unlimited food and beverage and absolute power over our community. Have you not, comrades, noticed how they've slowly altered the Commandments, adding bits to the agreed-upon laws so the pigs can get away with the constant harassment they enforce. This must come to an end!"

And, thus, the hype was created amongst the animals. The stall was then filled with euphoria, everyone chanted coordinately Muriel and Benjamin's names; the setting for an upcoming revolution had risen. However, there was still a missing piece: a leader was needed in order to complete the rebellion.

Days went by, and as the rebellion remained yet stalled, the feeling of excitement grew stronger amongst the animals. Evidently, Muriel and Benjamin were the firsts to be taken into consideration for the job. Afterall, they’re not only the brightest living beings in the farm, but were also the idealists of the New Rebellion, as it was being called. However, they personally refused the proposition, as they claimed it did not match their values: “We’ve all seen what unrestricted power with no mediation forces can do to the integrity of an animal, and I dread the same might very well happen to Muriel or me, if under such title”, explained Benjamin. While being a very noble reason, it didn’t bring any comfort to the other animals. Their savior was, regardless, closer than they could have ever thought.

It happened precisely three weeks after Boxer’s memorial feast at night. The animals, worn-out from a long day’s work, would set themselves to rest by the peaceful quietness they experienced under the moonlight. When the animals in the stall were close to falling asleep, almost as sudden as the firing of a bullet, came Snowball, stepping out of the fog in great suspense. Yes, the traitor of Animalism, the renegade of the farm, the death-sworn enemy of Napoleon’s reign had come back to the place he once deserted. His return was just as bold as it was shocking for the animals: for the first few instants, no living creature present was able to express any sort of reaction. In an utterly rapid pace, however, they shifted their feeling to rage, and burst out altogether in his direction, seeking nothing less than his head ripped off. “Stop!”, ferociously yelled Muriel. “ Let’s hear him out first”, he added.

“It is no surprise for me to encounter you, comrades, with such a deep disgust, fury and resentment for me. As well as I know Napoleon, I’m completely aware of what he is able to do in order to get his own way, to manipulate the truth and deceitfully unable others. You see, I was never a spy nor a traitor of Animal Farm; I didn’t come after refuge on neighbour farms; but, most importantly, I didn’t fight on the humans’ side, supporting them with tactical information and military power, in the Battle of the Cowshed. I, as a proud citizen of Animal Farm, fought with every drop of sweat, with every drop of blood… I gave it everything I had, and it cost me a lot, but I did it for a reason: knowing that I was making our dream come closer to reality. During my absence, I had my share of bad decisions, that I can’t deny. I was too embarrassed, or maybe frightened , to come back and contest the unmatched force of Napoleon. Therefore, I stayed hidden in the shadows, like a coward, observing you with a safe distance and, most horrible of all, letting you suffer in the hands of that filthy pig, feeling as voiceless as the masses. Nevertheless, over the course of the last weeks, I was mesmerized with the bravery shown by you all, opting to finally stand up and claim your rights, even if that may cost your life. That is why I came back. I believe in this cause, much like I did at first, when we took over Manor Farm. We, animals, deserve to be treated equally, to have access to healthy amounts of food and be entitled to happiness. I want you all to know that, if you’ll ever take me as your humble servant, your leader, I will lead the animal race to glory once again. Long live us, animals!”

A deafening silence took over the room, tensions ran high, and no one dared to disturb it for the next few minutes. “Long live us, animals.” , Benjamin started chanting. “Long live us, animals! Long live us, animals! Long live us, animals”, the rest continued. And, just like that, the new resistance was formed, alongside the prospect of a better world.

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Far From Home - Chapter Six

Summary: Henry figures out how to get you documented in the 21st Century, so he can take you home to London, with him. The stress gets to both of you, and you start learning more about 21st Century technology.

Pairing: Henry Cavill/Reader

Word Count: 5,723

Chapters: One Two Three Four Five

Rating: M - Time Travel, Language, Mature, Sex, Teasing

Inspiration: Outlander, Lol

Author’s Note: Tell me what you think!

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After much googling and calling various places and agencies, Henry managed to contact a lawyer that was willing to help you get all the documentation and identification that you would need to function and travel in the 21st century. It only required a move to a hotel in Stockholm; Marianne had also gone with you both, wanting to help, in any way she could. He also made a public announcement on his Instagram, once he got his phone back, assuring the world he was safe and sound, and there wasn't nothing to worry about. You watched with fascination as he did the announcement, you were still rather confused on how a cellphone worked and how everyone seemed to be attached to them.

Did people not go out and meet with each other anymore?

You thought, as Henry had explained to you that hundreds, thousands and even millions of people all across the world could see him posting the video, in a matter of seconds. It all sounded like some sort of magic or trick that Loki would do.

“You wanna see something cool?” Henry asked, after he finished and smiled brightly at you.

“Sure.” You answered, slowly.

Henry smiled more, wrapping his arm around your shoulders and pulled you into his side, making his device light up and pressed on the front of it, making the screen change to something else as he held it at arm's length. You gasped, blinking several times, when you saw your and Henry's faces appear on it, you looked at Henry, noticing the second you on the screen did the same, making Henry chuckle.

“It's a camera.” He explained to you, watching you look between his phone and him.

“Like, on the tv?” You asked, meeting his eye.

“Sorta, yeah. Same idea and deal, but people can't see us, unless I use my Instagram.” He told you.

“Insta-what?” You frowned, shaking your head at him.

“It was the thing I was just using to reassure everyone that I was okay.” He told you, turning his camera off real quick and opened the app on his home screen. “This is Instagram. People posts pictures of themselves, animals and anything else they find interesting, as well as videos.” He showed you different pictures he took, mostly of Kal and other things, he showed you a video he shot back in 2015, where he was shaving the beard he had for playing Captain Syverson. “It's how people socialize nowadays.”

“Do people not go out and meet each other anymore?” You frowned, finally voicing that thought.

“They still do. But, it's easier to socialize with phones, technology and things, like Instagram, when people are too far away to meet up.” He told you, turning his camera back on, then pulled you into a kiss, snapping a photo of it as your lips met. “Look at that,” he grinned, pulling away and showing you the photo. “You're first 21st Century picture.”

You looked at it, tilting your head. “Is that what I look like?” You asked, you'd never had your photo taken before, not even painted back home in the 12th Century. Of course, you've seen your reflection in streams and the mirror in the bathroom, but, seeing the photo on Henry's phone, seemed different.

“It is.” Henry replied, softly, setting his phone down and cupped your face in his hands, so you looked at him. “You're beautiful, inside and out.” He told you, kissing you again, deep and sweet. “We need to talk about a few things, before the lawyer gets here tomorrow.” He said, changing the subject to a serious note.

“Okay.” You nodded, feeling your nerves and stress spark up again.

“You're going to asked a lot of questions, one of them is going to be about your last name.” He told you, leaning forward and picking up a piece of paper he had written some of the info on, while he was on the phone with the lawyer.

“I thought,” You frowned, caught off guard. “I thought, I had your name?” You said, shaking your head at him.

“You do, and you will more appropriately to this time period, once we get everything else settled.” Henry assured you, patting your thigh. “But, he's going to ask you about your maiden name. The name you had before we married, technically.”

“I didn't have one.” You frowned at him, brows drawing together.

“Then, how did you guys refer to each other as?” Henry asked, realizing he never really paid attention to that, while he was there.

You shrugged your shoulders, shyly. “If someone shared a name with another in the village, they had a nickname. Like, Thorstein, the smith, his cousin had the same name, so people would call him Thor, both for short and, he was a blacksmith, so he swung a hammer around, like the God.” You explained to him, chewing on your lip. “Or they would simply be referred to, like my brother little brother Olle would have been, as Gunnarson. Because, he would have been my father's son.”

“What about that?” Henry asked, lifting a brow at you.

“What, Gunnarson?” You answered, blinking at him.

“Yeah.” He nodded, liking the sound of it.

“But, I'm not his son, I'm his daughter.” You laughed, shaking your head at him, amused.

“It doesn't really matter, if you are or not. You're still his child, either way, and it'll be a nice way to honor him.” He pointed out, hand rubbing your thigh as he watched that distant light in your eye form, he'd seen it in your eyes a dozen times a day; your mind going back to how you left things in the past, worrying about the safety of your father and village. “I'm sure, they're all right, y/n. Your father is a fine and capable Jarl, and warrior.” He whispered to you, leaning in to kiss your cheek, tenderly. “He knew, it might come to you leaving with me. I'm sure, he thinks your somewhere in the wild.”

“He knows, what wild, I'm in.” You whispered, very softly.

“What?” Henry squeaked, looking like a deer in headlights.

“I told him.” You sighed, rubbing your face and resting back against the couch cushions. “About you.” You added, even quieter.

“You what?” He snapped, absolutely stunned at your confession. “You told him, about the stones?”

“Yes.” You gulped, hearing the growing anger in his voice.

“When?” Henry snapped, sitting up straight. “Why!” He barked, losing a handle on his temper.

“After the incident with Wulfric and Ove, when they accused you of running, while I was away.” You sighed, calm and reserved. “He asked me, why I was going through so much trouble to protect you, why I was treating you the way I was, and not like the rest-”

“Of the slaves, you mean.” He hissed at you.

The word hit you in the chest, like he had punched you with his fist.

Everyone had seen you treat Henry differently from the rest of the Thralls, you need no attempt on hiding it, you didn't care enough to hide your overwhelming need to protect Henry from them, from the abusive and brutal life of a Norse; as a slave. You had heard your uncle, Bjorn, was planning on sacrificing Henry to the Gods, to ensure their crops were good that year, you hadn't cared that he was; at first. Lukas had told you and your father that they had captured a stray Anglo-Saxon roaming the hillside not far from Östholm, fearing him to be a scout. But, at the feast for the raiding bounty, when they lined up all the good and able bodied slaves, before you and your father, you spotted Henry as the one they were talking about, like a crow among ducks. He looked so strange, in his running clothes, trying so desperately to make himself look weak and insignificant. But, you could tell he was neither, and felt yourself drawn to him with a force you couldn't, and really still can't, understand or place. It called to you, begged you to take this poor man and protect him, to care for him and love him, or it would be an affront to the Gods themselves. So, when your father turned to you, asking if you wanted to chose one, since you had done so well on the raid, you chose Henry automatically, in your mind that is, you didn't want to pick him outright, that would have been suspicious, so you scanned the rest of them, acting like the choice was a burden and hard, before relenting and picking him. Gunnar had looked at you, like you had lost your ever-loving mind, not just because you chose an Anglo-Saxon for a thrall, but you had chosen the one your uncle, fully intended to kill. It could have ended badly, Bjorn feeling you were trying to take his offering to the Gods and insult him, getting all the favor of Odin for yourself and Skali. But, your reply to your father's question, was more than simple and obvious; you weren't stupid or blind.

'If Bjorn wanted to keep him for himself, as a sacrifice to the Gods, he shouldn't have put him up for the taking.'

Gunnar relented, and told Bjorn your choice in Henry, reciting the same line of reasoning as you had told him, when your uncle wanted to protest the matter. So, there it was. That's why you had chosen Henry. That's why, you had treated him like he wasn't really a thrall, while keeping up the barest minimum of illusions that he was; you had stopped considering Henry a thrall or your thrall, and truly began to fall in love with him, the night you held his shaking body in your arms and listened to him cry, about wanting to go home. Hearing Henry refer to himself a thrall, a slave, and having to call him one back home, had always made you sick to your stomach and lightheaded; he made you weak and he made you strong, all at the same time.

“Yes.” You gulped, blinking at the tears that so desperately wanted to form in your eyes. “I told him, why I chose you that night. That—” You gulped harder. “That, I had fallen in love with you, I had been in love with you, the moment I saw you, coming into Östholm.”

“You loved me the whole time,” Henry huffed, surprised. “and you more or less left me to my own device for first few months you owned me, in Skali.”

“I never wanted to own you, Henry.” Your voice broke a little bit. “and I didn't want to completely listen to myself either. But, like Svipdagr, I couldn't hid from my fate any longer.”

“That's when you brought me in, the first person to really treat me like a human.” Henry whispered. “Then, you told your father about me.” He said, still angry.

“Yes, I told him all that, and what you had told me, about coming from here to there.” You nodded, picking at the black and gray fabric of your leggings. “He thought, I was crazy, but he came around. That's when he started to like you. He finally understood you, he finally understood why I was drawn to you.”

“What if he hadn't believed you?” Henry snapped, startling at you, you didn't think he'd be so upset about it. “He could have killed both of us.”

“No, he wouldn't have.” You squeaked back, shaking your head, hurt.

“He could have told the whole village, Wulfric would have been backed up, then he really would have killed me.”

“I wouldn't have let that happen.” You frowned, sitting up. “Henry, please, I wouldn't have let him hurt you, I never let him hurt you.” You tried to soothe him. “Please, just calm down--”

“I'm not your thrall anymore, Ghost!” Henry suddenly roared, scaring you, you had never seen this side of him before. “You can't order me around.”

Your mouth dropped open and blinked several times, silent tears dripping down your cheek and off your jaw, you took a shuttered breath, with a look of absolute pain on your face. “I'm sorry.” You whimpered, getting up.

“Fuck.” Henry gasped, recalling himself as you reached the room door. “Y/n, please. I'm so sorry, I didn't mean it. I'm just stressed out, that's all.” He babbled, as you pulled the door open. “Please, don't go.” He begged you, panting as you stepped out into the hall.

“I'm not your thrall, Henry. You can't order me around.” You replied, using his own words against him.

“But, you are my wife.” Henry countered, still desperate to get you back into the room, the fear of losing you was squeezing at his heart.

“In my time, I'm your wife. But, you said it yourself, so did he,” You answered, referencing the lawyer. “It's not binding, here and now.” You told him and let the door shut.

“Y/n!” He yelled, bolting out of the room and down the hall, making it to the lift just as the doors closed, sealing you away from him. “Fuck!” He cried, slapping his palms to and resting his forehead on the closed doors.

“Henry?” Marianne's voice called, her room was just across the hall from the lift. “What's going on?”

“Y/n and I, had a fight and I was an idiot.” He replied, not looking back at his mother. “I used something against her, that wasn't at all her fault to start with. She was the one that saved me from it, and I still hurt her with it. I'm just so tired and stressed out, trying to make sure she's all right and taken care of, I think, I've missed what she wants.”

Marianne rested her hand on Henry's broad back, rubbing up and down his spine. “I'm sure, she's just as stressed out and tired, as you are, Henry. This is all new and scary to her.”

“She's scared.” Henry whimpered.

He had been trying, so hard, to slowly introduce you into his world, pointing out things and explaining them, answering your curious and shy questions, that he hadn't thought about you being afraid of what was going on around you. He had noticed, how you clung onto his hand and arm, while out and about, going to stores, or the restaurant he took you to the night before, showing you different ways food was served nowadays. If he was honest with himself, he reveled in it, having you lean on him, having you hold onto him, seeking and needing him to protect you, finally. He couldn't properly protect you back in your own time, he wasn't a warrior, he couldn't defend himself with a sword or in a proper fight against anyone in your time, that much had been made clear to him, as he was beaten and enslaved. But, here, in his time, that role had reversed. Now, you were the one that couldn't, you couldn't just pick up a sword and end the matter that way. So, you depended on him, and he failed. He hadn't protected or took care of your most basic need, emotionally and mentally, he'd only focused on the physical.

You left the hotel, you didn't know where you were going, you didn't care either way; you just needed fresh air and space to think. You picked a direction and went that way, following the flow of the early afternoon rush, getting lost in the crowd and noise, letting it absorb you. Suddenly, you paused, looking up at a huge building and frowned. Turning on your heels, you wandered into the building and felt like you had been sucked back in time, back to your own time. You wandered around, pausing at various displays and roped off objects, you stopped dead, as you walked to the end of a hall and saw a huge ship taking up a vast majority of the next room; not just any ship though, a viking ship.

“Remarkable, isn't it?” Someone behind you asked, spooking you. “Oh, sorry, I didn't mean to startle you.” She smirked. “I work here, one of the historians.”

“You know the history of the Norse?” You asked, turning your body towards her.

“I know a great deal about it.” the Historian nodded.

You blinked, chewing the inside of your cheek for a moment, debating your thoughts. “Do you know a place, it's probably no longer around, called Skali?” You asked her, feeling your hands start to shake.

The Historian frowned for a moment, then turned on her high heels. “Follow me.” She said, waving you to go with her.

Not wasting a second, you followed after her as she guided you through the museum, the click of her heels on the polished floors echoing through the halls. It took a couple of minutes to make it to the other side of the building, where she disappeared into a little office for a moment, re-emerging with a book and flipped through it. You stood in front of her, impatient and antsy for any news on what happened to your village.

“It seems, at some point around the year 1056, Skali became part of Dalsland, in Götaland.” She told you, her long, manicured nail following the sentence on the page. “After the Jarl of the village passed away at the, amazing, age of eighty-one.”

“Does it tell you the name of the Jarl?” You asked, hands shaking even hard and your heart started to drum against your ribcage.

“Yes, here in the footnotes.” She nodded, moving to the back of the book. “Gunnar 'Ironside' Eriksson.” she said, looking up at you as you whimpered, letting out a breath you hadn't realized you had been holding since passing through the stones with Henry a month before. “Are you all right?” She asked you, concerned as she watched you almost crumble to the ground, and cry.

“He lived.” You sobbed, gulping thickly, then pulled yourself together, wiping at your eyes. “Sorry, I've been—studying, about the village and their Jarl. I saw somewhere, that he was killed.” You lied, trying to ease the woman's concern for you.

“No, I assure you, he lived to an advanced age.” She assured you, still worried about you.

“That's incredible, thank you.” You smiled, hugging her on impulse, before turning and walking away from her, making your way out of the museum, sniffling.

“Y/n!” Henry's voice called, as you trotted down the stairs of the museum.

“How did you find me?” You frowned as you met each other.

“Well, I figured, as upset as you were, that you'd want to be somewhere more—familiar—to think. So, I googled the closet place with Norse history, and this was at the top of the list.” He told you, looking you over, he could see your eyes were still red and wet. “I'm sorry,” he whimpered, brushing his fingers through your hair and cupping your damp face in his hands. “I never meant to be such an ass. I know, it's hard and scary for you to be here, with me—because of me. I just--”

“He died.” You blurted out, blinking up at him, catching him off guard.

“Who?” Henry frowned, shaking his head, then it accrued to him. “Your father.” He said softly, his already soft and concerned face, became even more so. “I'm so sorry, y/n.”

“He died,” You repeated, smiling at him. “When he was eighty-one.”

Henry looked shocked and dumbfounded. “He lived, for almost another forty years, after we left?” He asked, stunned by the news, but also as relieved about it as you were, it meant that he wasn't killed for your actions of killing Wulfric.

“Yes.” You laughed, feeling a tremendous weight fall off your shoulders. “Skali doesn't, technically, exist anymore. When my father died, it became part of Dalsland, in what's now Götaland. It all survived, Henry.”

“That's a relief.” Henry sighed, feeling like he could breathe again too, as he folded you into his arms. “I'm glad, and relieved, to know everything was all right, after we left.” He whispered into your ear, nosing your hair, gently. “That, you know the truth now.” He added, kissing your jaw.

“So, am I.” You whispered back, melting into his body. “And, I think, you're right; about honoring him.” You added, tilting your head back to look up at him.

Henry smiled at you, resting his forehead against yours for a moment, until he felt the fat droplets of rain hit the back of his neck, and looked up at the graying sky. “Looks like it about to pour.” He said, wiping away a few of the droplets that hit his face.

“We should go, then.” You said, feeling them too, and shivered.

“That's a good idea.” He agreed, wrapping his arm around your shoulders and hugged you against his side, sheltering you with his body from the rain and helped keep you warm, on the long walk back to the hotel suite.

The next day, you and Henry went down to the lawyer's office, answering all the questions he, and the Swedish government, had for you, and filled out a mass of paperwork. With that all done, all you and Henry had to do was wait the five business days for your new passport and up to six weeks for the copy of your birth certificate after the proper people, went through the channels and processes to issue you one, along with your citizenship. After that, you could get an identification card and you'd be completely legal in the 21st century, free to move about the world as you pleased. You and Henry could also, officially and legally, be married as well.

“That wasn't so hard, was it?” Henry said, as you both left the office.

You snorted and rolled your eyes at him. “If you say so.” you teased him.

“I can't wait, to take you home with me.” Henry said, walking down to the rental car he'd gotten, hand and hand with you.

“I'm just nervous about the whole—plane—situation.” You said, as Henry opened your door for you.

“You'll be all right.” He assured you, getting in the car beside you. “It's not as scary as it seems. Besides, if you get scared, you have me and the Bear to comfort and calm you.” He promised, reaching over and squeezing your knee.

You weren't sure about it, but Henry had insisted on it. So, you gripped the cell phone in your hand, feeling incredibly strange by doing so. Henry had showed you how to use it several times, and found that you had a much easier time texting, then you did making a physical call with it, chalking that up to the similarity of texting to what you were more use to, letter writing. You sat on the couch, in the hotel suite, slowly turning the phone around and around in your hand, lost in thought.

“I'll be back.” Henry said, kissing the top of your head. “I'm going to take my mum to the airport, shouldn't take too long.” He promised, smiling at you. “If you need anything, just text me.” He called over his shoulder, going out the door.

You licked your lips as the door closed behind him, sighing, you glanced around the room and spotted the headphones Henry had also got for you, in case you wanted to listen to something on your phone, once you got the hang of navigating the thing. Getting up, you retrieved the headphones, and after a minute or two of trying to remember what hole Henry said the one end went into, you pushed the buds into your ears and sat back down beside Kal, on the couch. You stared at the lit up screen for a long time, having to wake it up a time or two, before tapping the G button on the home screen, like you had seen Henry do on his phone, countless times. A screen popped up and so did your keyboard, you glanced at Kal, who lifted his head at you.

“What do you think I should Google, Kal?” You asked the Akita. “How about music?” You inquired, turning back to the screen and slowly typed in Norse Music, seeing what this century's take on your time's music was, then tapped the first thing that showed up on the list, Helvegen by Wardruna.

The song started slow and quiet, then picked up, the lyrics filled your ears and flowed into your blood, making goosebumps ripple over your flesh. You had gotten lost in it, and the other songs that played after it, in the same theme. Henry came back to the room, finding you stretched out, head propped up on Kal's back, foot swaying to the beat of the song as it laid draped over the arm of the couch. He smiled, watching you. He was proud of you, you had figured out how to find and listen to music on your phone, without having to ask; and clearly found music you enjoyed listening too, on top of it. He braced his hands on the armrest above your head and leaned over you, eyes closed and a happy smile on your face. Henry was relieved you were adjusting so well, especially after finding out your father survived and lived to a respectable old age. Your eyes opened, finally sensing Henry's presence and pulled out your headphones.

“Hey.” He smiled down at you, softly.

“Hi.” You smiled up at him.

“I see, you've taught yourself a few things, while I was away.” He said, brushing your cheek with the back of his hand.

“I did.” You nodded, proud of yourself. “I discovered, Youtube.” You told him, sitting up and turned to face him.

“It's a very handy place for music.” Henry nodded, amused.

You laid on your stomach, on the bed, still drying from your shower with Henry, and laughed, when he playfully slapped you on the butt. “Naughty boy.” You smirked at him, over your shoulder.

“Mmhm, naughty indeed.” He smirked back, licking his lips as his eyes trailed up your naked body.

Henry bent kissing the back of your calf, nipping lightly at your warm skin, gliding his lips over the back of your knee to your thigh, where he bit even harder, making you yelp and giggled, shaking your head at him. He moved on, biting into each of your cheeks, then buried his face between your legs, licking at the underside of your pussy with his broad and greedy tongue, making your toes curl.

“Oh gods, Henry.” You whimpered, hands twisting in the sheets, pushed your hips back and arched your belly down, moaning lewdly at the increased pressure of his tongue and mouth. “I love feeling your mouth on me.” You sighed softly, breathing in light and steady pants.

He smirked against your folds, curving his tongue, so the tip could tease the nub of your clit. Henry gripped your hips, holding you in place against his mouth and doubling his efforts, drawing you to the very edge of no return for your orgasm, then pulled back, licking your juices from his lips, laughing as you protested. “As much as I love you coming against my mouth, I love all the more,” He moved over you, supporting his body on his knees and elbows, bringing his mouth against the rim of your earlobe. “when you come around my cock.”

You shivered beneath him, pushing your head back to rest on his shoulder and turned your face into his, kissing his cheek and jaw. “But, your cock isn't in me, is it?” You purred into his ear, tugging on it with your teeth.

“Easily, remedied.” Henry panted.

Reaching between your bodies and lining up the head of his shaft, Henry slowly eased into your core, feeling your walls quiver around him, still so close to coming, so he took his time. You whimpered and moaned as his thickness stretched you open. Henry moved his arm to better hold himself, so he didn't hurt you under his weight, kissing your neck and jawline, tugging on your earlobe with his teeth and grinding himself into you. He used his knee to push your legs open even farther, he smoothed a hand down your side to your hip, squeezing it for a moment, before slipping his hand beneath you, reaching down between you and the bed to start rubbing your clit with two fingers, then bucked in against you, making you gasp. He hit your spot and cervix with each experienced and practiced movement, while also stimulating your clit. You could feel yourself starting to unravel, you weren't going to last long and Henry knew it, so he slowed down, easing off your nub.

“You're torturing me.” You whimpered, nudging back against him.

“All the better, to hear you moan and beg me to come.” Henry smirked, chuckling and drove his cock harder into you, then stilled.

“You monster.” You laughed, trying to rub back against him, to make him move inside of you, but Henry let a little bit more of his weight to rest on you, pinning you even more to the bed.

“How wet you are.” He cooed into your hair and felt you dripping onto his fingers, a slow damp patch forming beneath you. “If you get any wetter, we're going to have to have the sheets changed.” He teased you, grinding his hips in a way that made his still fingers, rub at your clit.

“Then, let me come.” You moaned, biting the corner of your lip. “Ah, Henry!” You roared, frustrated as he only laughed, biting your neck, muffling his laugh of amusement. “Oh, I hate you so.” You growled, pleasantly trapped beneath his chiseled body.

“You hate me?” Henry pouted, nuzzle the back of your ear. “That's not very nice of you, wife, and when I'm only trying to please you.” He said, burying his nose in your still damp and fragrant hair.

“You are teasing me, husband.” You retorted, squeezing your walls around his cock and rubbing back against him, the best you could.

Henry pulled his hips back, half withdrawing his member from inside your core. “You want me to tease you, wife?” He rumbled into your ear, his voice heavy with lust and playfulness. “I can do just that, my love.” He pulled himself free of your core, but stayed where he was, on all fours above you and removed his arm from beneath your body to between your legs from the back, slipping his broad thumb into his cock's place and curving his fingers back to your nub.

Your mouth felt open in a silent moan, Henry pressing his thumb down against your spot, rubbing it in time with your clit, your body rocking against his hand, of its own accord. Henry smirked, listening to you moan and whimper as he teased you, pushing his thumb deeper into you, feeling how slick you made his fingers and palm. He removed his thumb and pressed his first two fingers in, fucking them hard into you, the wet sounds of your dripping pussy filling the room.

“Look at that.” He smirked, pulling his fingers out and spreading them apart, seeing the thickness of your cum stretch between them. “So, so wet.” He moaned, showing his wet fingers to you. “That wet spot on the bed is such a nice size now.” He teased you, biting into your shoulder, causing you to cry out as he left a well-defined bite mark behind.

“Please, Henry.” You begged him, licking your lips and rubbing your ass up against his hard cock, feeling it drip between your cheeks, making you even wetter, and swallowed. “Henry, please. For the love of Gods, put your cock in me and let me come around it already.” You cried, reaching back and tangling your fingers into his curls.

“I suppose, since you've begged so nicely.” Henry chuckled, wrapping his sticky hand around his cock and filled you with it again, his hand always finding its way back underneath you, to your clit.

He wasted no time in making you come, hard, your walls squeezing around his shaft made him groan and bucking into your harder, the bed shaking and protesting beneath you both. “Christ, I love you.” He panted, pulling you both back, so he knelt on the bed and you were pulled up on your hands and knees, the slap of skin mixing with the wet sounds of his cock driving into you. You took in a shaky gasp of air and gripped the blankets for dear life, feeling another orgasm mounting in the pit of your stomach, making you weak and shaky. Henry pounded into you, ripping you though your second orgasm, withdrew and pushed you onto your back and yanked you down to him, still standing on his knees, he hosted up your hips, wrapping your shaking and heavy legs around his waist and re-entered you, picking up the pace he had left off, moaning and grunting loudly.

“Y/n.” Henry panted, out of breath, and filling you so much with his come, that it oozed out and dripped onto the bed. He licked his lips, letting your legs slip down his thick thighs, bending over you and kissed you deeply. “I love you.” He panted, rolling onto his side and holding you against him. “I love you, so very much.”

You smiled, brushing his damp curls off his sweaty forehead and kissed his cheek, tenderly. “I love you, just as much.” You whispered back, tangling your legs with his.

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jojo-reader-hell · 4 years

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Jonathan with a girlfriend who is absolutely spoiled, stuck up, always completely dressed up, and a daddies girl? She tries to spoil him all the time with expensive items and throws a fit and starts bawling because she doesn’t know how else to show her affection?

MY BABY 😭🥺 I needed to write something hopeful and sweet for my hubby ❤️❤️ GIVE JONATHAN LOVE.

“What say you to this color?”

Jonathan blanched, seeing that familiar dark scowl cross your face as you approached from the other side of the room. Your father was sitting placidly across the way from where you had been playing inspector, draped on a couch and smoking his pipe away from where the tailor displayed the many suits of clothing you’d commissioned for your future husband. No less than twenty full ensembles, including his wedding attire with more on the way to be delivered tomorrow. As if Jonathan didn’t already feel like a burden accepting your father’s kindness to stay at your home until the wedding, now he felt as though you were trying to dress him up like a show poodle.

“Now love…” Jonathan murmured meekly, but you didn’t hear him.

You slowly looked towards the tailor, the fabric of Jonathan’s wedding clothes between your fingers. It looked sharp and attentive on the mannequin, and from the greedy eyes of the man you hired he was already calculating in his mind how much he could swindle out of your purse.

“This is a joke to you, tailor?” You said, so lowly it was almost a whisper.

“Madam?!”

“Pray tell me sir, if you think this…” with one quick motion you ripped the sleeve of the new suit clean off and held it out, “… is a joke? A spectacle, a farce. I told you it was of the upmost importance that you use the fabrics and the stitches I recommended. Are you perhaps under the assumption that we are performing a production of ‘Twelfth Night’?! You were told this was a wedding, were you not?! SO I AM VERY PERPLEXED AS TO WHY YOU INSIST ON DRESSING MY FUTURE HUSBAND IN THIS INSULT OF A MONKEY SUIT-…!”

Oh great… There you went… When you got like this, not even Jonathan in his most commanding tone could get you to calm down.

“THE NERVE… NO, THE AUDACITY OF INSULTING HIM AFTER HE HAS GONE THROUGH SUCH A PAINFUL ORDEAL!”

He felt as though you would be so busy going over your individual trousseaus that you’d miss both the wedding and the honeymoon abroad you and your father had planned right from under him.

You hadn’t even waited for his wounds to heal or for the embers to be extinguished in what remained of the Joestar estate, no sooner had you invaded his sick room that you began to take over every aspect of Jonathan’s life. It was you that decided what he ate, what clothes he wore, what time he went to bed, he’d never felt as weak and helpless as he sank into his chair while you continued to run off at the mouth. You’d be married in a week (thanks to a bit of your prodding and encouraging he finally worked up plenty of nerve to ask you to be Mrs. Jonathan Joestar), and despite the general excitement of your household and the exorbitant costs, Jonathan was starting to feel the tiniest tinge of regret in his heart.

“Well, all I can offer you is luck for your wedding old boy.” Speedwagon had clapped him on the back, “Seems your lady wants it her way, and I hope she means well taking control.”

For some reason Robert Speedwagon’s usual talent for judging character had gone muddled. He didn’t quite know what to make of you. You tended to Jonathan like he was a child by spoiling him with gifts and trinkets, and tempting him with sweet things, all the while scolding your servants and your father with a sharp tongue, despite the fact that they all seemed eager to bend to your will. You’d been rather abrupt with Robert, turning your back to him and catering to your beloved Jojo as though the other man didn’t exist.

How many times had Jonathan scolded you about your selfishness over the course of your short courtship? Too many to count. He insisted gently at first that he didn’t need anything, your love was more than enough... Only to be blatantly ignored as you chided him for foolishness and delved for hours into the places you’d both go, and the clothes and toiletries you’d need for honeymoon in France and Italy. As of late he’d been rather curt with his tender feelings, trying to quell the resentment that had been building up.

What had he gotten himself into with you? The love you shared was hurried, as though fleeting, like a thief in the night you charmed Jonathan and easily stole your way into his heart because it was where you wanted to be. He knew it. Everyone knew your intentions for the charming specimen, and it was only a matter of time before he found himself inexplicably tied to you with a red string of fate, a chord binding the two of you for better or for worse. Call it the desire of the young to sow his wild oats, call it boys will be boys, call it the beguiling seductions of a temptress, call it whatever you please, all he knew was that this was to be his future if he cared one iota about reputation.

“For the price your crooked practice has tried to extract from me, I expect you to get it right the first time.” You growled to the tailor. “Make sure you do not make the same mistake twice.”

“Yes madam! Anything...! My apologies to your fiancé as well, I beg a thousand pardons sir.” The shriveled old man bowed out, and as you smoothed your skirts and pretended nothing had happened Jonathan stood to make his exit.

“Oh dearest! Please stay seated, if you need something presently I shall send Benson to fetch it!” Your voice rose a few octaves, and you darted towards him like a sparrow when you saw he was preparing to take his leave.

“I am quite alright, thank you.” Jonathan replied, his voice tight and low as he played off dodging your grasp as him trying to grip the arm of the chair to center himself.

He had to insist that he was fine. It would be alright. He just had to take care of some personal things before he could come back. But he instead hid away in the one place in the entire manor you wouldn’t think to look for him.

Surrounded in your own miniature museum, Jonathan sequestered himself in a bay window behind heavy drapes, and dropped his face into his hands as he began to cry his frustrated tears. This helplessness was consuming him. He could do nothing except submit to your will, and in his delusion of masculinity it hurt him and made him feel helpless and lonely. Despite his resolve to never let anyone push him around again, it only applied when his tormentor was a man apparently. What could he do? He couldn’t do anything to you except bow to your whims, already in debt in over his head and trembling at the trap laid out for him; it was a deadly combination of convention and Christian morals that dictated of a man to rise up and be counted responsible for his actions. Where could he go now? His choices of shelter were nonexistent. There was no Joestar estate to return to, at least not until you both returned from your bridal tour abroad when the workers your father hired projected its completion. Heaven help him, he even found himself pining for his lost love, feeling a heaping dose of Christian guilt whenever those thoughts crossed his mind. But there was no comfort even in emotional infidelity. Erina Pendleton refused to hurt you. During the nights she nursed him she rebuffed his reaches towards her, and only told him to treat you tenderly, to make an honest woman of you considering the nature of your close relationship, and to accept the kindness you had extended to him in the form of a place to recover. And there was no way, no chance in hell that a gentleman would betray the expectations of a lady. Even if you drove Jonathan crazy and made him wish that he had never agreed so rashly to marry you, he couldn’t go back on his word. Hadn’t he made a big to do about your engagement? Something he promised his late father pertained to you, a promise just before he went to school he assured his father the same thing he did for you: He would not force you to suffer shame or subject you to the horror of your father’s desire to marry you off to one of his rich friends to save face. If he made the choice to know you, he would take the responsibility of taking care of you as his wife.

They that dance must pay the fiddler after all. His father informed him that his late mother quoted this often. And what a shame it would be to her, if she were alive today and knew that her own son didn’t maintain the morals she wanted for him.

Surrounded by your “curios” and decorations from the Orient, Jonathan tried for many hours to steel his nerves. It took him until it was time to eat with you and your father, the hunger and promise of a feast coaxing him from his corner and to the dining hall where he sat distantly at the overly large table. He supped quietly, refusing to answer your questions as to why he was so late, and simply pretending as though nothing was happening in his mind. Sometimes he made polite conversations with your father, but any time you or the wedding were brought up he avoided the subject like the plague. Hard to do when all your father talked about was you, with the slight possibility he might throw in a morsel or two about his horses. Once in a lull where your father was prying lobster meat from the shell, Jonathan looked up from his plate that he had cleaned nearly five times to see that you barely touched anything, your shoulders withdrawn and your lips pressed tightly together. For a minute his heart twinged with anger, only to soften when he wondered if you’d even eaten anything at all. You looked so pale, and did you always have that green tint to your cheeks? Jonathan watched quietly as you told one of the many servants at your side that you just didn’t want anything right now, but in his heart he knew you weren’t starving yourself for the sake of fashion, nor was it because you were upset.

Jonathan couldn’t let the facade of his anger alienate you… It wasn’t right. Especially not in this condition where the slightest misstep could only make the situation worse. Even if you were with fault and not at all the perfect image of a lady, hadn’t he learned to see passed that to see the beautiful qualities you possessed? Hadn’t he been able to see passed the glitz and glamours you hid your true self behind? As was expected, you were favored by men for your wealth and quick wit, among the women you were hated for the ease with which you could capture a beaux with a simple beckon of your fingers.

It was odd really, among the other ladies of your pedigree you stood out, a bluejay among robins with the temperament to match; none of the ladies were safe from your sharp beak. A beautiful blonde daughter of a marquis would pale in comparison to you, even though you possessed no traditional qualities of beauty that they did. Your face was far too severe, brow perpetually pulled into a look far too sly, and your smile seemed to come at a price as well. Anyone who spent more than a few hours couldn’t fail to notice your short temperament and disdain for the delicate flowers of England. And yet when asked there was never any shortage of complements: your jewelry always sparkled the brightest against your clean skin, your hand was never empty, always clasped by a dancing partner or in fervent confessions of love, and your clothes were always of the finest French silks, fitted in ways to emphasize the assets you did have. Yet the compliments were more superficial, whereas most romantics like Jonathan wanted a Jane Eyre, you were more Blanche Ingram, all French lace and jewelry and coveting any little trinket you could get your hands on.

Yet there were hidden qualities you possessed that you only allowed Jonathan to catch a glimpse of. As much as you threw money towards your curios and your dresses and jewels, you were just as obliged to give it all away to charitable causes. He never forgot the blue coat school you showed him one day when he was itching to go outside for a bit of fresh air. The building bearing your family name was only a few hours ride away from your home, the halls as spotlessly clean and well equipped as your manor, and all the chubby cheeked little orphan girls knew you by name and ran up to kiss you and put bluebells in your hair when you told them you wouldn’t be visiting for some time. They cried at first, thinking you were abandoning them, only to squeal in delight when you told them you were getting married to the handsome man that had accompanied you. He remembered the parties he attended where he’d started to show interest. Your quick with and sharp intellect endeared you to the men, each one pushing Jonathan in your direction when they noticed your demeanor changed for the better whenever he was around. He would always remember the times you purposefully snubbed the advances of one Dio Brando, much to Jonathan’s secret delight, merely because you “did not like the look of his eyes” and that you would not forget the injustices committed against your sweet Jojo.

There were many other things… The times you’d prattle on and on about your fossil collection and all the things you learned whilst collecting them, bonding over a mutual love of history and listening to his own prattling about the stone mask, asking about his hopes and dreams, mourning his father with him on nights where his injuries were too painful to ignore… Even appreciating the friendship and love of Erina Pendleton, because she made him happy during a time where you did not know him. That had to be when he’d truly fallen in love with you. Your heart was wholly good, you only wanted his happiness, whereas any other woman would have flown into a rage because he had never stopped loving another.

Jonathan was so lost in thought about you, he rose from the table without speaking once the meal was concluded, and went automatically towards his sanctuary of your own miniature museum, he didn’t hear your footsteps following eagerly after him.

“Jojo??”

Your voice sounded so innocent, so tiny and sad, that Jonathan paused his journey and allowed you to catch up to him, your jewelry and the knickknacks lining the halls in curio cabinets rattling with your steps as you ran towards him. For every one step he took, you needed to run very far, and it took a while for you to catch up. Yet you did eventually catch up to him winded and looking more pale than before. Gently, like a little girl beseeching her father, you tugged his waistcoat in the hopes that he’d turn to look at you.

“Jojo...” your voice was the tiniest whimper. “Jojo... Are you going to leave me?”

“What?!”

Hours ago before he ate he might have considered breaking the engagement out of anger, but now that he had remembered his love for you (and been fed) he couldn’t dare think of destroying you like that.

“Why would you ever think-…”

“You have that look about you Jojo. I’ve seen it so many times, the first night I saw it, you were making our engagement known to Erina. Now... I... Jojo, please... Forgive me.”

Your hands were shaking. He could see you tottering in your heels and knew immediately when he grabbed your waist to balance you that your mood had only been dictated to anger because you were poorly. Dressed like a doll and smothering in your clothes because your father demanded it of you, and here Jonathan was only making it worse.

“Why... no, I should not pretend as if I do not know the cause of your pain.” He murmured as he pulled you close into his chest. “While I will not deny your tempers vex me, I must beg your forgiveness too... my love, I’ve told you over and over so many times: I have no need for earthly possessions. Your love is all I need. I don’t want to leave you, I only beg of you to let me take care of myself. I wish you wouldn’t spoil me so.”

“B-but Jojo...”

“Shhh... my love, you’re ashen.” He murmured softly into your neck. “You need to have something my love. I can send for a meal to be brought to your room.”

He tried to lead you to your room, but you refused to budge and only tugged on his clothes again, begging him to look at you.

“But Jojo... I... my only wish is that you should want for nothing.”

“I don’t need gifts and trinkets my love.” Jonathan murmured gently. “I just need your love and understanding, and for you to always be happy with me.”

You couldn’t help but melt into tears by his words, explaining through your hiccoughing that you never wanted him to feel unloved or unwanted, citing the many wrongs done to him and the burden it left on your heart to know that while you were blissfully unaware of your future husband’s suffering, you had merely been collecting and hoarding your obsessions and waiting for a man to come and take you away. It frustrated you, you went on, because Jonathan had lost everything, and for once in your life you had the means to give him back what he lost.

“I... I know I cannot turn back the hands of time and return those you have lost...” you whimpered, your tears wetting his cravat and making his own burst forth onto your hair. “However the least I can do is give you clothes, a home, a good meal...-“

“Oh my love... I only. Need. Your. Affections. Nothing else.”

Each word he spoke was punctuated with fervent kisses to your lips, his good arm pressing you tightly against his chest as you lost yourselves to passion. He very nearly lost control there in the hall, not caring that anyone including your father might walk in and scold you both for acting in perversion. But eventually he pulled away from your enticing lips, his heart swelling and beating out the things he thought in anger, your sweetest kisses reminding him of why he asked you to be Mrs. Jonathan Joestar in the first place.

“I had wanted to show you after we took care of your clothes,” you gasped, breathless from his canoodling, “Plenty of other things came today as well, come, before you take me to my room.”

You took him gently by the good arm, directing him into a room he knew to be your nursery in childhood. It wasn’t far from the area you assured him would be your own shared chambers (your father insisted you’d remain with him for the time it took to completely restore Jonathan’s home), and when you opened the door you assured him the setup within was only for a little while.

“Just until the little creature is strong enough to make the journey back home with us Jojo.” You told him with a smile as you lead him into the room.

Seeing the bright pretty colors, as well as the miniature items and clothes, Jonathan couldn’t hold back his happiness. He glanced at you, his lips open in a smile and tears dribbling down his cheeks, and gasped in pure delight to see the items you were squirreling away inside.

“You... you did all this?” He grinned widely.

You nodded eagerly, smiling as he picked up soft swaddling clothes, ran his fingers along the supple wood of a cradle, and looked around with wide, lovesick eyes.

It was as though finally he could see the promise of happier times in these possessions, and realized that you were only trying to give him happiness in the one way that you could. In truth, he still preferred you, and the gift you would give him in a few months time.

#jojo’s bizzare adventure #jojo’s bizarre adventure phantom blood #jonathan joestar x reader #jonathan joestar #erina pendleton #shes such a bro in this story #robert eo speedwagon #he babey #jjba pb #jjba x reader #jjba reader insert #victorian era #jjba fanfiction #tw depression

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hollyhomburg · 4 years

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Viking! Packtan|| how do the others react when they find out about the readers past, how do they find out in the first place? Like does she just decide one day to tell them or does the past suddenly becomes present when she meets someone from earlier and it sets her off?

(Okay so this au has some pretty heavy content, you definitely need to read this ask in order to understand the events of this ask. Please be mindful of triggers as it’s not my intention to trigger anyone with this story, the warnings for this chapter are: murder, assault, PTSD, and panic attacks, )

I think they come to the compound one day, shortly after all of them have realized that they’re probably going to you know- all become a pack together one day. (there is a difference between like- the larger pack, and then Namjoon’s personal pack, as well as a hierarchy of interpack groups at which namjoon’s is at the top)

She’s deeply embedded in their lives, she’s Yoongi’s right hand in the infirmary and has become one of the more respected members of the pack after her success in stopping an injured omega from miscarrying. most of the pregnant omegas like to go to her now, not that yoongi wasn’t more than enough before but she has a certain steadying presence for an omega

Something deep in Yoongi’s gut has a word for it- and it’s pack omega, the title that Seokjin currently holds, he bounces the idea off of Seokjin one evening, and Seokjin agrees “I’d be lying if I said the idea had never crossed my mind”

she’s decided that she’s not probably not going to be leaving anytime soon. She likes her little cabin that namjoon’s put her up in (Even if she like spending nights in the packhouse more, she’s spent a few nights cuddled up with Seokjin and jimin after long says, some nights with them too)

She likes seeing yoongi every morning, sitting with them at communal dinner times, likes taking jimin and Seokjin into the woods to teach them about herbs and have their help searching for things, she likes the way that Hoseok will watch over them, making them feel safe. The soft tender touch of Jungkook’s hand on her arm when he sees her lifting something heavy or the little things. she loves all of it, wants all of it, everywhere this is headed.

you love it when Namjoon stops by for tea in afternoons. You make your own blende often, and namjoon absolutely loves your mixture. You’ve even given yoongi a little sachet of it to take home with him to the packhouse for Namjoon to have in the mornings, a special wake up blend. And Namjoon feels soft and thinks of you every time he has a cup, Seokjin coming by to ruffle his hair and tease namjoon for his warm cheeks.

He’s always careful when he comes by to ask if you need anything, but he’s already done more than enough giving you blankets and warm furs to make sure your comfortable and warm. you as always, turn down his offer as you pour him a cup of tea making sure to hold the old teapot carefully so that you don’t cut your fingers on the chipped handle.

And a few days later- you find a new set on your front stoop. it’s pretty basic, just simple glazed red clay with tiny flowers pressed into the side with a stamp, you know that taehyung has a love for pottery, he makes all of the tableware for the whole compound, and you know it must have come out of his workshop. And you think about being mad about it for about half a second before you realize that namjoon had actually been attentive enough to meet your need without having to ask.

it’s just another day at the compound, you and jimin reclining in the Cloverfield behind the infirmary building, jimin had been sweet enough to bring you and yoongi lunch from the kitchens. And you’re lazing around now, enjoying the warm midday before the chilliness of an afternoon in spring starts to settle in. “ugh, I can’t believe that another pack is coming for dinner tonight” and you perk your head upon from where you’re resting in Jimin's lap (a new thing in its self that makes the heart beat quick, stiffening a little every time he sets a purple clover in your braid)

You cock your head, and yoongi answers your unspoken question “we share a lake with them on our northern border, and we meet once a year to talk about it, even though namjoon really doesn't like how they treat their omegas, he keeps trying to change their minds without trying a hostile take over.”

“You know namjoon- he’ll take the nonviolent route whenever they can, but you don't have to worry about them, they wouldn’t dare touch an omega on pack grounds, namjoon’s been clear that he won’t stand for that.”

You don’t really think much about it, not really even thinking about it other than it’s going to be a pain to have to deal with some asshole alphas over dinner. The whole pack is called in for a feast and through the rush of dinner preparations. alphas and omegas and betas helping alike. The 500 members or so of the pack tend to look at group feasts and evening meals as communal, the kitchens providing food to whoever might want to eat outside of their own homes.

You know other packs don’t operate that way, but namjoon has always been a sort of idealist, and the living her is more collaborative, and you’re helping just as much as Jungkook and Taehyung are. Jimin and Seokjin directing the mass of people until they slip away to Namjoon's rooms to get ready.

Though the mood isn’t as joyful as usual, a little on edge with outsiders so near, it’s comfortable, everyone shouting out orders and requests for more hands, its a kind of clamor that you’ve started to enjoy, and maybe the fact that you’re enjoying yourself is why it hits you so out of the blue.

You’re just helping set a jug of water and wine on each table when they walk in. alpha lee and his younger brother, the same man whose initials are burned into your side, covered up by your own marks and still- they’re there. they’ll always be there just like the marks he’s left on your mind, no matter how hard you try, you’ll always feel a little bit like an animal while the rest

The metal jug of wine slips right out of your hands and clangs on the slate floor, splashing up against your pants

Long skirt and staining the edge bright red. “ooh no your skirt!” Jungkook cries, holding a stack of chairs probably 10 high, “I need to go” you say, voice surprisingly even and level as you head slowly back towards the private rooms of the packhouse, slowly, as to not arouse suspicion. if you ran they might see.

Your hands are shaking as you finally make your way down the corridor, mind racing, you could shut yourself into one of the side rooms, maybe find a closet and lock the door from the inside and wait until later, slip out and go and wait in your cabin, sitting up with a knife in your hand until the night passes, or maybe it would be safer to hide in the woods until tomorrow when they left- maybe you should-

Before you can make a decision, you hear footsteps behind you. “I was wondering where you’d landed, not surprised you’d lower yourself by coming to a pack like this petal” you’d always hated that name- the name he’d given you after hed bought you.

You’re frozen, your mind going back to all of those moments, every time he’d hurt you in private as you turn slowly, keeping your eyes down, he’d beat you more than once for looking him in the eyes. “my name isn’t petal”

You shake when he gets close, stepping back when he tries to reach out, and he quickly walks you back into a corner, his hand meeting your cheek gently to cradle it but it still makes you flinch,

“You still have a sharp tongue,” he croons, “I’ll be sure to cut it out this time.”

next part coming soon~

#Anonymous #packtan #assult #murder #trigger warning

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onehellofanaskblog · 3 years

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"On the chance of seeming like I'm playing favorites, I have to ask if" *insert dramatic pause here* Gro'ika will be my Valentine this year? But no worries guys, I brought enough chocolate and several in different varieties of sweet to bitter dark chocolate, and also some fruit for those who dont like candy for everyone to share as we celebrate yet another holiday. Though, Tovar, I do believe you would know it better as the Feast of Saint Valentine, though we celebrate it a bit different now."

Maxwell pokes through your collection of chocolate before taking the absolute darkest you have. Why he chooses to torture himself in this way, the world may never understand. He mumbles a thank you as he steps away to enjoy (?) it.

“The kid, huh?” Jack teases. “Thank you much, darlin’.”

Oberyn is immediately shoving fruit in his mouth, but he’s eyeing the chocolates like he’ll pounce on it at any moment.

“The one good thing about this holiday is the chocolate, honestly,” Javi says. “Too much fanfare I guess.”

“A little bit?” Tovar scoffs. “This is... definitely a departure.” He also takes some chocolate.

Ezra also takes a few pieces of chocolate, saying thanks. “I’m not sure what we would do without you bringing us treats like this so regularly.”

Max has already eaten like, three milk chocolates and as a couple strawberries in hand. “Y’know, you should get some chocolate dipped strawberries and do that thing with Din. You know what I’m talking about.” He winks suggestively.

Din is unwrapping a candy for the kid, who’s reaching out for it. “I see how it is,” he says sarcastically.

#asks #the boys #hdlynn

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joaomanuelcutolo · 3 years

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THE NEW REVOLUTION

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