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ultramarcypan · 2 years

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heart full, door always open

There’s a moment of silence where they all glance around at each other, and then a series of cries that ring out. “Damn you Luck!” Magna takes a swipe at Luck, who cackles and shimmies out of the way.

“Seriously?” Gauche groans, letting his head fall back on Grey’s knee. She squeaks, but doesn’t flinch otherwise. “Luck, isn’t it bad enough that you already force us to watch the cartoon every Saturday morning?”

“That’s team bonding!” He says cheerfully, clapping his hands together in delight. “C’mon, it’ll be fun to see who can make the best team!”

Written for BlackBullsWeek2022 (Prompt: Free Prompt--Pokémon)

“Dear gods or any other higher powers that are listening right now,” Finral begins, letting his bag fall from his shoulder and onto the floor. “Please accept the blood sacrifice that finals week has taken from us and let us know peace and happiness for at least the next week.” Magna and Luck echo the sentiment weakly from behind him, dropping their own bags onto the ground and then collapsing on top of them.

“Such dramatics,” Vanessa observes, teasing them. She picks her way over the lumps that are her housemates, followed by the rest of the girls. Gauche steps in just after them, rolling his eyes.

“If you get stepped on, it’s not our faults,” Secre informs them, hopping neatly in between the gaps of sprawled limbs. “And you’ll probably get laughed at.”

“There’s no ‘probably’ about it.” Zora trails at the very end, Asta right by him. “I will step on you on purpose and I will laugh when you squeal about it.”

“Our children have such sunny dispositions.” Yami has appeared from deeper in the house and is leaning against the doorframe leading into the den. “Makes me proud to see what model members of society they’ve become, how compassionate and kind they are.”

“I think our models may be defective,” Nacht ducks smoothly under Yami’s arm, patting the girls on the head and clapping Finral on the shoulder as he passes them to stop in front of Magna and Luck. “Up.” He nudges them with his foot once, then again with more force when they don’t twitch. “Up you hoodlums. You don’t know what’s on that rug or where it’s been.”

That does force both of them into motion, with Luck rolling over so his face isn’t smushed into the offending rug anymore and Manga sitting up on his knees and making a face. “Gross!”

“Not gross!” Asta protests, swaying where he stands. Zora loops an arm around his shoulder to steady him, ignoring all the snickers and hushed ‘ooohhhhs’ that always crop up whenever his armor cracks and he shows he’s human like the rest of them and does care in his own weird way. “I clean and wash those rugs once a week, Nacht! I work hard on my chores!”

Nacht steps toward him, taking care to aim one more final kick at Magna and Luck, and ruffles Asta’s head affectionately. “I know,” he soothes. “It’s not your cleaning ability that I’m doubting; it’s the rest of these degenerates that I don’t trust to keep it clean between your cleanings.”

The rest of them protest about the unfairness of that statement, and the noise draws the attention of the other people in the house. “Everyone back already?” Gordon’s head has poked out now from behind Yami, his eyes bright. “Does that mean we can get started?”

“Started on what?” Gauche asks slowly, tensing up and bristling like an ornery old cat.

“Remember how like, a month ago I, against all better judgment, promised you gremlins that if everyone made it through the semester and no one had a grade lower than a C in anything, we could do something to celebrate?”

“Yes.” All of a sudden, Magna seems to have found a second wind. “Yes, I remember that very clearly.”

Nacht grins at them, his typical feline smile and his eyes crinkle at the corners. “Well congratulations you animals. It’s party time.”

The mood does a complete 180 abruptly; the weariness and exhaustion from all the tests and projects evaporate into thin air as they cheer. Even Gauche and Zora look pleased, though Zora does narrow his eyes briefly to say “It’s gotta be a violation of like 3 different rules that you know all our grades and our login information Nacht.”

Nacht shrugs. “Probably, but no one’s perfect.”

Yami snorted. “Yeah, especially not anybody in this hell-house. Now, everyone into the den, assume the positions, and get ready to get your asses kicked!”

They trail after them both, dispersing into the den into the seats and cushions they all assigned to themselves when they moved in. “Getting beaten bloody doesn’t sound like a very good reward.” Noelle sniffs, crossing her legs neatly over each other as she settles down into her overstuffed armchair “And hello Henry,” she greets their landlord, pointedly staring at the others. “It’s nice to see you.”

The others are quick to echo her greeting, properly shamed by her into being kind to the one person in the house who isn’t capable of being mean (they’d thought Gordon was similar but then someone had mocked Grey within his earshot and it had been terrifying how quickly he’d whipped around to square up with the person).

Henry smiles at them, buried under four different blankets and in his rocking chair. “Hello,” he greets them back in his slow and pleasant way. “I’m glad your work paid off.”

“Me too,” Finral says, but his voice comes out muffled on account of he has has face buried into the arm of the couch he’s lying on. Vanessa, who’s currently trapped under him, gives him a sympathetic pat on the shoulder. “And if it matters at all, I agree with Noelle. Please don’t hit us as a reward for doing well academically.”

“Chickens,” Yami says with a shrug. “But the beating was gonna be more of an emotional nature anyway than a physical one.”

“Do tell,” Gauche drawls. He’s on the floor, leaning back against Grey who has her legs bracketed around him. “I love a good emotional stunting in the afternoon.”

Nacht moves so that he’s standing in front of the tv, effectively drawing all eyes to him. “For further proof that I suffered a horrible lapse of judgement, I also said that you all could come up with ideas for what we’d do to celebrate, write them down, and we’d do a random drawing and choose one if a miracle happened in the interest of keeping it all fair.” He holds up his hands, and they notice that he’s holding a tiny wooden box which he shakes lightly. “We did the drawing while you lot were still on campus because we figured it’d be easier than all of you fighting over who got to do the pull.”

“Booooo,” Magna jeers, but Nacht ignores them.

“Winning slip was–” he starts to say, but Yami cuts him off.

“Where’s the showmanship Nacht, for fuck’s sake?” Nacht raises an eyebrow at him and Yami rolls his eyes. “Can we at least get a drumroll before the grand reveal?”

“Absolutely not.” Nacht turns to glare at Luck and Magna, who had leaned forward eagerly with their hands outstretched towards the coffee table. “We break enough things around here without tempting fate.”

“Spoilsport,” Yami sighs. “Fine then, be lame.”

Nacht shakes the box again, holding it up with a flourish. “Winning slip was–impromptu Pokemon tournament.”

“That’s team bonding!” He says cheerfully, clapping his hands together in delight. “C’mon, it’ll be fun to see who can make the best team!”

“Why does everything have to be a sport or a competition with you?” Finral says reproachfully. Vanessa gives him a reassuring pat.

“There there,” she soothes. “How bad can it really be?” When Finral grumbles at her, she huffs lightly. “Let me rephrase–it could be worse. You could have to go up against Luck in a real sport and not a video game.”

They all consider that for a moment. “Fair enough,” Zora says. He leans back in his seat, casually observing the room. “Alright, how are we gonna do this then?”

They decide, in the interest of not taking a full week to get through the competition, to set the format to double battles and make it a one loss elimination kind of bracket. Luck gives them all a crash course on types and type matchups and they all grab their respective laptops or tablets to make a team on the website he gives them. To further speed up the process, they choose to make teams of four instead of the full six, which is probably for the best because half of them have no clue where to start.

“I would like the record to show,” Asta announces to the room, “that I have no idea what I’m doing.”

“And that’s any different than normal how?” Noelle looks up at him from her laptop, squinting.

“It’s not!” He responds cheerfully. “Just figured I’d be honest with you all.”

“Bold of you to assume any of us know what’s going on right now.” Yami drawls. “Well, except Luck.” Luck flashes them all a cheeky grin.

“I don’t know,” Gordon says mildly. “It doesn’t seem all that complex to figure out.”

“Fantastic. You go first then.”

“Okay,” Gordon agrees easily. “Who am I up against?”

“I’ll go.” Vanessa says. “Might as well give it a shot and not prolong the inevitable.”

“Go Gordon! Go Vanessa!” Charmy cheers, poking her head back into the room. She’d begged out of having to participate after looking over all the Pokemon and saying that only Wooloo and Lycanrock were worth using, but only after promising to make a whole bunch of celebration snacks and treats.

“Play the fence, why don’t you?” Noelle says.

“We don’t play favorites in this household,” Yami says with a grunt. “Right Henry?”

Henry smiles at them, eyes flicking up from where he’d been watching Grey stress over putting her team together. “I think you’re all amazing.” He says tranquilly, and the sincerity in his voice makes Asta teary eyed.

“Thanks Henry.” He sniffs. “We promise to not let you down!”

“You realize this is a tournament about pixelated creatures fighting each other, yes?” Zora looks at him like he’s lost his mind. “There’s no real stakes here or anything?”

“We can fix that.” They turn to look at Yami, who’s grinning in a way that means he’s just had a terrible, awful idea. “What say we raise the stakes a bit?” When no one protests against him, his grin only widens. “Let’s say winner gets to have TV rights for a week.”

“Oh, you’re on.” Gauche, who’d been grumpily stabbing at his tablet, sits bolt upright. “Anything to stop us from watching reruns of Spongebob every night.”

“You have no taste.” Magna snaps at him. “And just wait ‘til I win–we’re watching nothing but the Spongebob movies.”

“I hate this,” Noelle says. “I should never have agreed to move in with all you ruffians.”

“Yeah, but you’re stuck with us now princess.” Magna leers at her, only to squawk when he’s thumped by a well aimed pillow from Vanessa. “Hey!”

“All right, all right.” Nacht says. He’s got his legs tucked up underneath him with his laptop resting neatly on his lap. “Fight each other in the game, not in real life please and thank you. I’d really like to get this done before dinner.”

“Ready when you are, Vanessa.” Gordon says, and like that, it’s on.

“You would be obnoxiously good at this,” Gauche says bitterly.

“Read it and weep sweetheart,” Zora says smugly. “Sounds like someone’s just a piss poor loser.”

“I maintain that you borderline cheated.” Noelle says. “Everyone else picked mono-type teams. You made some wacky combo team instead.”

“It’s a trick room team,” Luck says helpfully, craning his neck to better see Zora’s screen. “And I’m really impressed that you figured out how to use one and picked it up that quickly, Zora.”

Zora shrugs. “I played a bit as a kid.” He says. “I remembered some things.”

“Sneaky bastard.” Yami is sitting next to Nacht, peering down at his screen. “It would be the two most underhand of us that make it this far, wouldn’t it.”

“I resent that,” Nacht says mildly. “You also sound bitter that you’re out. Though, since your ‘strategy’ boiled down to ‘hit the others harder and faster than they hit you’ I can’t say I’m shocked.”

“It wasn’t a bad strategy.” Asta says thoughtfully. “Shame it didn’t work.”

“Shut up, brat.”

“Behave,” Nacht scolds, clicking at something. “Some of us still have to focus since we weren’t knocked out in our first fight.”

“I cannot stand you,” Yami tells him, cuffing him on the head. “I have no idea why I speak to you, you’re a terrible human being with a terrible disposition.”

“Love you too. Now, are you ready Zora?”

“Ready,” the redhead drawls, all confidence. “Gotta say, it’s gonna be real sweet to finally knock you down a peg Nacht.”

Nacht smiles, and it’s all razor edges and the promise of a threat. “Put your money where your mouth is before you go making such grand boasts, Zora.”

“Fight, fight, fight~!” Luck chants, almost knocking Zora upside the head as he pumps his fists in excitement. “Oops.”

“Foul play!” Finral shouts. He’s moved to sit on the floor, lounging against one of the pillows, significantly less stressed since he got knocked out in the second round. “He’s trying to take out the underdog.”

“Why am I the underdog?” Zora raises a brow. “Nacht is getting by only because he holds the six braincells in this house, not because he’s got any real skill.”

“Speak for yourself.” Yami leans back into the sofa, letting his arm come to rest around Nacht’s shoulder. “Nacht also used to play this shit all the time as a kid. Pretty sure he won a local tourney or something once?” He glances down at the other.

“I did,” Nacht hums in confirmation. “Though it was a bunch of kids playing and it was years ago at this point, so I’m sure the competitive scene has changed.” He must be able to sense them all staring at him, because he looks up from his laptop. “What?”

“Nothing,” Gauche says, shaking his head. “I’m just gonna learn to stop being surprised at things I learn about you. You could tell me that you practice ritual sacrifices on Sunday nights and then get up and go to hula hoop classes on Monday morning and I’d just roll with it.”

“Don’t be stupid,” Nacht tells him, and then pauses. “Hula hoop classes are on Wednesday evenings.”

The hollers that follow that particular remark delay the game from starting for another five minutes, and it leaves Asta, Yami, and Finral in tears, Grey with her face buried in her hands, and Magna and Luck rolling on the floor. Even Zora is fighting to hide back a grin, and he’ll say that Nacht’s the one who really played dirty with that comment and that’s why he looses.

(It’s a very close match, admittedly. Luck chatters on about the moves and it goes over most of their heads, but it’s clear that both of them have put careful consideration into their teams and the movesets they’re using. Nacht takes the win with one of his team left standing–and on life support at that–but it’s a win regardless.

Zora’s a much more gracious winner than all of them expect, and he graciously congratulates the other on his victory. “In a rematch, you wouldn’t get so lucky,” he says and Nacht shrugs.

“Maybe not. Maybe I would.”

“Can’t believe he gets TV rights for a full week,” Noelle mumbles, slumping over against Asta. “Like he doesn’t already have run of most of the house.”

“Go on then,” Yami says with a stretch. “What’s the damage? What are we watching tonight?”

“Oh,” Nacht says casually. “I figured the Spongebob movies sounded like a great place to start, actually.)

Notes:

So like, this prompt couldn't be outright Pokémon AU because it has Pokémon in it, yeah, but for sure it's not that AU. THANKFULLY, today also happens to be the free prompt, so have this Pokémon inspired free prompt because I'm too tickled by this idea to let it go to waste. Also, for anyone interested, I did spend way too much time designing teams for all of them, and making movesets and choosing items, so if anyone cares about that stuff at all, I'll like the doc for you to look at!

https://docs.google.com/document/d/1Bg2_42X57OoVvEektlMbohU6gU8umgkKC5fjc5-dZDI/edit?usp=sharing

#black clover #blackbullsweek2022 #black bulls ensemble #the time I spent thinking about teams they'd use #was....way more than zero #that's for sure

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im-in-love-with-pizza-bites · 3 years

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Best Parts Of Him

Sebastian Stan X Daughter!Reader

Summary: As time goes by he wants you to know that he'll be with you wherever you go, you'll always be his baby girl

Warnings: breakup, that's all I think.

Song: Best Parts of Me by Will Dempsey

A/n: The Romanian is from Google Translate it might not be right... If it isn't go ahead send me a message or an ask with the correct translation and I'll fix it thank you!

Princess is spelled prinţesă and dear/darling is dragă :)

I can still remember the first time I saw

Those brown eyes staring into mine

It was in that moment I felt a love

I never knew I would find

It's like God took my heart right out of my chest

Sebastian smiled down staring at your big doe eyes that were filled with so much innocence. He couldn't believe it, he was a dad. Not only a dad, but a dad to the most precious little thing he had ever seen. Wrapped in a pink hospital blanket, a tiny tuft of hair on your head, and most beautiful eyes he's ever seen.

"Oh bless you." He cooed as you let out a tiny sneeze. He was in love, you owned his heart now he swears. He's never loved anyone or anything as much as the little baby in his arms. "Aren't you just the most precious thing. I love you." He placed his lips onto your forehead before looking back at your face.

"I'm gonna teach you everything I know. And your gonna know Romanian. Asta e corect prinţesă." He finished in his mother tongue. (That's right princess)

And wrapped it all up in a little pink dress

And painted the most beautiful smile in the world

And topped it all of it with brown hair and curls

The day he made my baby girl

Sebastian took a deep breath before knocking on the door holding the sunflowers in front of him. He could hear giggling from the other side of the door before it was opened.

You were in your room with your grandmother before you heard the doorbell. You looked up at your grandma smiling.

"Go on." She urged. You went running out of the room giggling once you made it to the living room. Opening the door you saw your dad holding a bouquet of sunflowers.

"Yes daddy!!" You jumped up and down smiling. He chuckled.

"Prinţesă, can I take you to the daddy daughter dance?" He asked kneeling to look 6 year old you in the eye. He couldn't help but hope you'd always be this tiny little girl. His little princess.

"These are for you dragă."

"Thank you."

'Cause the best parts of me were given to you

And I hope that all of your dreams come true

And as time goes by

I want you to know that I'll be with you wherever you go

You'll always be my baby girl

"And the winner is-" You crossed your fingers and looked down at your dad who was sat in the audience. "Y/n Stan, with her dance act!" The principal announced. You smiled stepping forward.

"Here's your prize." The drama teacher came onto the stage with the prize, it was a fifty dollar toys R us gift card.

You found your way in the lobby of your school looking for your dad. He was stood next to your grandparents, holding a bouquet of flowers. You smiled hugging him.

"I won." You said proudly.

"Good job dragă."

She's as sweet as the syrup

She dripped on her dress

Won't leave the house if her hair is a mess

"Daad! It looks terrible I can't go to school like this." You said motioning to the lopsided braids.

"Hey little missy I'm trying my best." He said. "It does look pretty bad though doesn't it?"

"Yeah it does. Just pull it back up in pony tail daddy." You grumbled crossing your arms.

"How about pig tails?"

"Fine just get them even." You sassed. He gasped.

"Hey sassy mcsass I'll leave your hair like this."

"Sorry dad." You leaned up placing a kiss on his cheek.

"That's what I thought."

You should see her dancing when she thinks she's alone

Or the snap she sends me from her mama's phone

And I've made so many mistakes in my life

At least I did one thing right, my baby girl

Sebastian did his best to hold in his laughter as he watched you belting out to music. Doing a funny dance, holding you hairbrush like a microphone. He pulled his phone out and began filming.

"You held me down, but I got up already brushing off the dust." You sang along. "You hear my voice, you hear that sound."

"Like thunder, gonna shake the ground." Sebastian joined. You screamed turning around dropping the hair brush. "You held me down, but I got up." He motioned for you to keep singing. You smiled joining in.

"Get ready 'cause I've had enough, I see it all, I see it now."

"I got the eye of the tiger, a fighter, dancing through the fire, 'cause I am a champion, and you're gonna hear me roar." You two sang together. "Louder, louder than a lion, 'cause I am a champion, and you're gonna hear me roar."

'Cause the best parts of me were given to you

And I hope that all your dreams come true

And as time goes by

I want you to know that I'll that I'll be with you wherever you go

You'll always be my baby girl

A scream was heard through the penthouse. Sebastian jumped to his feet running out of his office toward the sound. Almost falling a few times before he made it to the living room, more importantly by the door. He sees you a big smile on your face, hugging a piece of paper to your chest other mail scattered on the floor around your feet. He immediately felt relief seeing you okay.

"What happened?" He asked walking closer careful to not step on the other mail.

"I got in!" You said looking at him with such joy he has never seen before.

"In what?" He smiled.

I got in my dream school!!!" You exclaimed. He gasped hugging you.

"I'm so proud of you!" He said. His baby girl all grown up, leaving for college this summer.

There'll be some hard times you'll face in this life

Just say the word and I'm by your side

And all those bandaids and heartbreaks and days that go wrong

You'll never face them alone

Sebastian was confused, you had been away at college for about three months, it was November now. He wasn't expecting you to come home until Thanksgiving, but you called him told him you'd be home for the weekend and staying during Thanksgiving break. He didn't know why though. You told him you were having a Friendsgiving with your roommate and some other friends you made at college this weekend then you'd start heading down the next morning. Though you called him Friday and told him you were on your way. So Saturday morning he was up and watching for you to get there.

"Dad?" You hollered walking into the penthouse. He came around the corner frowning when he saw you. What looked like dried tears on your cheeks and his old college hoodie you stole from him when you were 7, a clear sign you were sad.

"Dragă? What happened?" He immediately brought you into a hug. You broke, you tried all night to stay strong but here you were. You never could stay strong around your dad.

"H-he broke up with me." You choked out. He knew who you were talking about, your boyfriend Kevin. You and Kevin had been dating during senior year of high school and decided to try to take a chance at long distance.

"Oh prinţesă." He mumbled.

"He met someone new!" You cried. "I wasn't good enough."

"Hey. No, you don't talk about yourself like that." He pulled away putting his hands on your shoulders. "Ești perfect, frumos, nu vorbești rău despre tine! A intelege?" You knew he was serious when he broke out the Romanian. It was rare for him to talk to you in Romanian, it was more common for you two to talk to your grandmother in Romanian but it was only pulled out for you when you were in trouble. (You are perfect, beautiful, you don't speak ill of yourself! Understand?)

"da tată." You responded hugging him again. Your dad always could make you feel better. (Yes dad)

'Cause those best parts of me

Will never leave you

Wherever you go

Whatever you do

And if there comes a time

When I'm not around

You know where I'll be found

My baby girl

My baby girl, oh

A/n: I love this song, I found it on tiktok and think it's beautiful. Also, I think I perfected the songfic? With it in bold and italic while also indented. What do you think?

#Spotify #teen!reader #x daughter!reader #x teen!reader #daughter!reader #sebasstan #sebastian stan x teen!reader #sebastian stan #sebastian stan x daughter!reader #sexy seabass #mcu #bucky barnes #sebastian stan fanfiction #sebastian stan fluff #sebastian stan fandom #sebastian stan fic #songfic

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supernaturalgirl20 · 3 years

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Hello and congratulations!!! 🎉💞 your writing is amazing, you deserve every single follower and more <3

I‘d like to make a request (or 2, so you can choose)

From Love & Happiness/Fluff: “I wanted to say “I love you” for the first time without stuttering, but that failed.” Maybe with Din :)

From Miscellaneous/Humor: “If you break into my home the police are the least of your worries - in fact, they may be your only hope.”

With: “The only way you’re getting off is on my thigh.” from Smut(NSFW) with Dave York :)

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Thank you my dear 🥰 ok ok! So I kinda like both of these so I’ll write both. First one though is Dave York. Hope you enjoy 😉

Dangerous Love

Pairings: Dave York x reader

Warnings: Smut(NSFW),explicit, breath play, cursing, infidelity, angst.

Your love for him was all consuming, even though you knew he would never fully be yours. You still held out hope. He invaded your thoughts every minute of every day. It was hard not to think about him, especially since you both work together. It started out with him just flirting, innocent really, and you didn’t mind to much. He was very handsome. Then you we’re both on a case in Belgium, some asset had to be taken care of after you extracted he necessary information. It was exhausting and when you arrived back to the hotel, you said your goodbyes to Dave and went to your room. There had been a sexual tension between you, but it never went past the flirting or lingering looks. You’d stepped out of your clothes ready to take a shower, when a loud frantic knock startles you. You walk up to the door and look out to see Dave, wrapping a towel around yourself, you open the door.

“Dave….is everything ok?”

His eyes skim over your figure and you feel hot under his gaze. His eyes finally meet yours and there blown wide with lust. You go to say something again but he pushes you inside. Closing the door, he pins you against it. You gulp nervously.

“Dave, what are you doing?”

He runs his fingers along your collarbone before slowly moving towards your breasts.

“Nothing….yet.”

His fingers undo your towel and you gasp as the cold air hits your exposed body. He groans at the sight of you naked before him.

“You don’t know how many times I’ve imagined you like this. Get me so hard, every damn time.” He grabs your breast and rubs the hardened bud of your nipple and you let a moan slip through your lips.

“Have you thought about me? I bet you have you naughty girl.”

“Dave please your married I…”

He puts a finger to your mouth. “Shh, let’s not think about that right now. It’s just you and me ok.” You open your mouth but words fail you, so you nod in understanding. He leans in and kisses you. It’s not soft or tender, it’s rough and desperate. He tastes of whiskey and you can’t get enough. He undoes his belt and lets his trousers fall to his knees. Grabbing one of your legs, he wraps it around his waist before running his tip of his cock along your slit gathering your juices. Without warning he thrusts up into you taking the breath from your lungs. His grip on your hip tightens as he fucks into you again and again, hitting that sweet spot. Your whole body is on fire and you can feel your climax building, waiting to explode.

“Fuck…..your so……tight…..wanted this…..so long…..god you were….made for me.”

You can’t take anymore as you come hard, your body shaking at the force of your climax. Dave let’s out a few grunts before he pulls out.

“Down on your knees.”

You do as he says and before your knees have touched the around he thrusts his cock into your mouth. He grips your hair as he pounds into you. You hollow out your cheeks and take him the whole way into your mouth. It sends him over the edge.

“Fuck!”

***

Things progressed from there. You would both hook up when you went on assignment together, or on occasion meet at a motel when the distance became to much. You’ve being his ‘bit on the side’ for over a year now and although you knew he had a wife and children, you can’t help but want more. Which brings you to your current predicament. Your standing in front of Dave as he sits in the motel bed, his head in his hands.

“We’ve been over this Y/N, I won’t leave my wife, you knew this from the beginning. I especially won’t leave my two girls.”

“Why? Why not when you clearly don’t love her.”

He looks at you know, eyes almost black, the Dave you’ve come to love gone.

“Oh so what? You think I should be with you, is that it. You think I love you? God your pathetic.”

“So you can honestly say you don’t have feelings for me?”

“I don’t have feelings for you. Your a good fuck, a great one actually, but that’s it.”

Walking up to him you move your hand under his chin. “Say that again, to my face. Look me in the eye and tell me you don’t love me.”

He stares at you for what feels like ages, then you see his eyes softening slightly, before he puts back on his poker face.

“You see, you can’t even say it’s not true. If had enough of this Dave I don’t want to sneak around anymore. I want to have a life with you, don’t we both deserve to be happy?”

“I am, the way things are.”

“Fine, if you won’t give me what I want, I’ll just have to take it myself.” You grab your purse and head for the door.

“Where are you going?”

“To your house to tell Carol what’s been going on.”

“She’s not home.”

“Fine then I’ll let myself in and wait for her. She’ll probably call the police but who cares.”

“If you break into my home the police are the least of your worries - in fact, they may be your only hope.”

“Is that a threat?”

“Do it and find out.” He’s beyond angry now and you know it. He’s stood merely inches from you, fists clenched at his sides.

“So you really don’t love me?”

“…..”

“Fine, then you won’t mind if I leave. Maybe I’ll find someone else to warm my bed at night, and who knows I may even marry them.” You know what your doing, hoping he takes the bait. He storm toward you, grabbing you by the throat. You let out a shaky breath as your back hits the door.

“Your mine. Understand?”

“You wish.”

He lets out a low growl and it sends a shockwave straight to your core. He puts his thigh between your legs keeping them apart. He runs his finger down your body until the reach your clit. His thumb rubs circle into it before he pushes two of his fingers into you. Your beyond delirious at this point, you’ve never been so turned in in your life.

“Yes…right there…Dave!”

Suddenly he pulls his fingers out leaving you feeling empty.

“Why’d you stop I was almost there?”

“The only way you’re getting off is on my thigh.”

You stare at him, but he doesn’t even flinch. “Your serious? You won’t make me come?”

“Make yourself.”

You huff in defeat as you begin to grind against his thigh. The heat quickly building again. He moves his hands to your hips and helps you move against him. You can feel how hard he is, his thick cock straining through his trousers. You lean your head back against the door as you come hard. Your whole body shivers as you scream his name like a prayer. You don’t get time to recover as he lifts you up and lays you on the bed. He strips you both of your clothes and begins kissing up your thigh. Looking you in the eye,

“You’ve been a good girl. Now let me SHOW you how I feel about you.” You bury your hands in his hair as he settles between your thighs. True to his word, he shows you how much he loves you all through the night.

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one-leaf-grimoire · 3 years

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“triad”

Chapter 16: the lengthening shadow

Oh boy. This is where the story takes a very dark turn. Let me know what you think and any theories you might have!!!! A lot happens here... MAJOR MANGA SPOILERS GOING FORWARD!

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“Surprise!”

“What?! Hey- guys-” I couldn’t help but let out a little scoff of a laugh as I crossed my arms. “I told you, you can’t just sneak into the base! Remember what happened last time?”

“Yeah yeah, your whole squad attacked us. But this is worth it.” Yami gestured to William, who was beaming behind his mask and holding up a bottle of wine. “We got ya a gift.”

“Huh? What for?” I eyed the bottle suspiciously, wondering if this was a little prank. According to the label, this was some expensive liquor, and must have cost them a lot of money. It looks sealed, ruling out the theory that they just funneled some cheaper wine into an empty bottle.

“Well, you’re leaving tomorrow morning, right?” William asked. “You’ll be gone for your birthday, so we thought you’d like a token of our friendship before you go.”

A token of our friendship.

Slowly, I reach out and take the bottle. “Guys… thank you.” I can’t stop myself from grinning as I looked up at my two strange yet dear friends. Maybe we were on two different squads, but it was just like Yami said before: The three of us are the strangest members of the magic knights. A foreigner, a man with a tacky mask and a girl with a creepy mark. The three of us… we were meant to stick together. We had each other’s backs.

Had each other’s backs.

“We can’t drink it tonight, though, I have to be up early tomorrow.”

“Well-” Yami smirked and clapped me on the shoulder while William kept smiling. “I guess we’ll have to drink it when you get home.”

….

“We never did end up drinking it together, did we?”

That bottle of wine… it was in my room when the royal guard came for me. After the trial and my rank was stripped, I found it smashed to pieces on the floor, the contents staining the ground like blood.

And now…

I hold a bottle of a considerably more potent liquid in my hand now. My grip is shaky; my fingertips cold. My mouth is dry, screaming for a taste. The only thing keeping me back from downing it all is the faint kicks in my belly.

Yami… William…

It’s late. No light comes in through the window.

Please… stay alive…

If I lose them… I’ve lost the last good memory I have.

“Hey… hey!”

Someone suddenly comes up behind me, their arms reaching around me. I don’t move or even react as they pry away the bottle, stepping back when it’s been removed. Slowly, I let out a sigh through my nose, then turn to look at Marx. His worry is etched all over his face, the lines around his eyes deepening as if he’s aged 15 years. None of us have slept since the news.

“Seriously… right when we need you the most. And the baby! That stuff will hurt them.”

His voice is just as scolding as ever, and in a weird way, it comforts me.

“Julius! What on earth are the two of you doing?”

“Honestly, you need to help me get him to do his job, not hinder me!”

“Maybe I’ll let you have a day off… but only if you can force him to finish those reports!”

Years and years of memories are within those eyes, within those words. But they’re clipped with anxiety, with a tenseness that makes my heart sink.

The good old days… they really are over, aren’t they? Marx… you don’t see me as the person I was six months ago. I was a girl, someone eager to prove themselves and be of use to the kingdom. But now, I wear a heavy crown on my head, my body wilting underneath it. Do you think… I will let this Kingdom wilt with me?

There’s nothing I want more than to tell him that I won’t be a problem for him for much longer. But… I can’t.

“I… wasn’t actually going to drink it.” I shake my head a little, conjuring up a strained smile before turning to walk past him and towards the door. “I was just thinking about it.” I pause for a moment to glance back at him. “Everyone is here, then?”

Marx stares at me quietly, contemplatively, before clearing his throat to answer. “Yeah… everyone but Nacht. I haven’t heard from him yet.”

Of course he’ll be late… I wouldn’t be surprised if he didn’t show up at all, I think. Nacht is probably far away, unable to reach us. A pity, because his intell would be crucial right now. Well, we have to go off what we have… Yuno and the others were present for the fights, and even heard about the Dark Triad’s plan.

“I see. We’ll start without him.”

Eight captains rise to their feet as I enter the room. Among them is Yuno, his tall, thin frame weighted down by the battle he had been forced to witness. I catch his eye for just a moment before he looks away. They’re dull, their golden glint completely gone. Many of his comrades are dead, the Golden Dawn absolutely decimated. My heart clenches at the thought.

God… if only I were there… if only I could have fought…

Of course, that would have been impossible. Even just walking to the head of the room is taxing on my unwieldy body, and I have to hold Marx’s arm as I move. I can feel the captains’ eyes burning into me, all of them fixated on the baby I carry. Ever since I broke the news to them, their reactions were the same: they wanted to protect me, because I carried something more precious than they could have ever imagined. The child of Julius Novachrono… the child of two wizard kings, a child of two worlds.

Will this baby even be human?

Or will it have black eyes and a cursed mark, just like me?

I finally sit down, the chair creaking slightly underneath me. A little embarrassed, I clear my throat as I pull my robe around myself to hide my frame. “So… let’s begin.” The other captains sit down, most of them blank in the face. Nervously, I pick up the papers on the table before me and give them a quick once-over. “So… according to the reports of the Black Bulls, the goal of the Dark Triad is to open up a gate to the underworld… the world of Devils.” A shiver runs down my spine. “This gate is called the Tree of Qliphoth, and the requirements to construct it are the powers of a Dark magic mage and a World Tree magic mage…” My hand clenches slightly on the paper, crumpling the corner. “That would be Yami and William.”

“Those two… they really got abducted?” Rill asks, his eyes wide. “Are the Dark Triad really that powerful?”

“Or maybe they were just incompetent,” Charlotte answers for me, her eyes hardened, unreadable. I stare at her a moment longer. I’ve known her for years now, her crush on Yami is obvious. But today, her face betrays none of the fear I know swirls inside her.

“Trust me…” Yuno’s voice picks up, his words monotonous and tired. “They are more powerful than a captain. The one that defeated us…”

“Keh Keh, I bet you just got in the way-” Jack’s harsh laugh cuts the boy off. “You’re just scared… that’s your first mistake-”

He cuts himself off when he realizes how Fuegoleon is looking at him. “Jack… even William couldn’t defeat him. And now, our world may be connected with the next. It’s best that we make a plan and move quickly.”

“Yami and William may already be dead-”

“Do NOT assume the worst,” Charlotte cuts in over Rill once again.

“This is ridiculous! None of us will agree on a plan of action anyway.” Jack suddenly rises to his full height, his wing-like cloak glimmering in the candlelight as he turns to leave. “I’m gonna go protect my own squad for now-”

“Jack.” Nozel is the one who speaks this time. “If you go do anything on your own-”

Jack looks back to give him the evil eye. “Who said I was? That’s a dumb idea, even I know that-”

“None of us are doing anything on our own!” Charlotte speaks up. “Yami… I want to help him! And William too! We can’t just sit here and argue about it!”

Nozel glares at Jack. “Don’t think you’re the only one who wants this. I will finish that foreigner off with my own powers-”

“Enough!” Flames dance dramatically around Fuegoleon as he rises to his feet, his presence swelling throughout the whole room. It’s warm now, like a blazing bonfire, and I can’t help but smile a little to myself. Just like that, everyone is silenced… Fuegoleon, I was right to choose you as my successor.

“It seems like you all have a desire to act… but…”

Cold seeps into the room as fast as it was warmed. All of the captains reel around towards the source of the new voice. I raise an eyebrow, electing to stay silent for now as a figure rises out of the shadows. Under one cloaked arm, he carries a small, muscular boy. Asta.

“I can’t stand people who can’t even hold a proper meeting.”

Nacht… it’s been years. I’ll let you take it from here.

“W-Who-”

Of course, all at once, the captains’ hostility is turned onto the new, unfamiliar man in the room, who happens to be standing a little too close to their King. “Intruder! Stand down!” Charlotte orders, shooting her briars at him. The others are queuing up spells as well.

“... oh, you don’t recognize me?”

Suddenly, four dark figures appear in the room, their limbs reaching out to hold each of the captains in place. They freeze where they stand. Devils? I watch silently with Marx as the creatures float above us menacingly.

“Who are you?” Fuegoleon asks again, his eyes widening at Nacht’s power.

Nacht just laughs quietly, letting Asta down to stand on the floor beside him. “Someone who’s just as qualified to attend this meeting as you are.”

“This is Nacht Faust,” I finally say, glancing up at the back of his head. “He’s the vice captain of the Black Bulls… I called him back from his undercover position in the Spade Kingdom. Although…” I frown up at him as he finally turns to look me in the eye. “I… didn’t know you were also a devil host?”

His lips are curled into a cold smile as he stares down at me. “Oh you… I didn’t want to believe that you were actually Wizard King now. And while pregnant, too-” His eyes flicker down to my stomach then back to my indignant face. “There’s much to fill you in on… which is why I’m here.”

He throws something on my desk; a diagram of a tree with ten circles on it. Is this Qliphoth? Nacht answers my question immediately. “The ritual of the Qliphoth will be underway any moment now. Yami and William will be used as the catalyst, and over the next seven days, seven gates will be opened.”

I pick up the paper, gulping nervously. The Qliphoth tree… It’s been opened before, hasn’t it? Thousands of years ago… the Simulcian history didn’t begin until afterwords, if I remember correctly. I clench my fist, resolve filling me.

Simulcia… you were the one who ended its destruction last time, weren’t you?

“Ten devils are matched with its branches. Each one more powerful than the last. And once the final devil, Lucifero, emerges…”

Nacht’s icy gaze sweeps across the captains’ faces, his smile still in place.

“This world will end.”

A chill runs through the room along with his eyes. Nacht smiles again, unfazed. “And Yami and William will die once their magic is no longer needed. So… seven days from now. If that.”

“The end of the world…” Rill shudders. “Why would they try to bring that about?”

“Who knows?” Nacht shrugs, but his gaze hardens. “They are evil… pure, unadulterated evil.”

Evil…

I look up at the back of Nacht’s head again. This man, who spent his life living in the heart of the Spade Kingdom… claims to have seen a pure evil. The evil required to end the world…

But… they aren’t really ending the world are they? They’re creating it… they want a world where only the strong can survive. Why? Maybe for fun…

Is it really so evil… to want to recreate the world?

Because… isn’t that exactly what I once wanted to do?

“We will have to move quickly. There’s not much time, for our world or Yami and Vangeance.” Nacht gestures to the others. “Asta…” his hand lands on the boy’s shoulder. “He will be our ultimate warrior. His anti magic will be a trump card against the Dark Triad. Around him, we will build a force of those with the potential to defeat the devils, and assault Spade Castle before it is too late.”

I see… I nod along, smiling a little at the thought. Together… we can strike. We can stop the Dark Triad!

“The members of the Dark Triad must be taken down…” Nacht continues. “Each of them has dual attributes. Zenon is the one with Bone and Spatial magic. Vanica has Curse and Blood magic. And Dante Zogratis… he has Body magic-”

Dual attributes? None of those sound too bad-

“-and Gravity magic.”

Static fills my brain.

Gravity magic….

“There is no gravity mage strong enough to achieve my goal.”

Dante Zogratis… who wields the magic of a devil, and gravity magic…

Nacht is still talking with the others, but his words are slurred and blurry. I nod along silently, completely confined within my own mind.

Gravity magic… gravity magic…

My hands shake. Adrenaline pumps through my weary heart.

Gravity magic…

I part my lips, letting out a quiet, small gasp.

I… I…

A spark of hope flares up within my soul.

I can do it… if I can take that magic…

A hand lands on my shoulder, jarring me from my thoughts. I look up to see that it’s Marx’s hand. “You alright? Everyone’s leaving…”

“Oh… yeah…” I shake my head, my heart still pounding. Temptation is calling, stronger than ever before. Who knew that a man, miles and miles away, would be the answer to my problem.

No… wait… didn’t I promise-

“What was the plan again?”

“Three days. We depart for the Spade Kingdom.” I look up to see that Nacht is still with us in the empty room, an amused look on his face. I bristle a little. He’s laughing at me… he thinks I’m a proper invalid now, right? I’ll show you… “I’m in charge of creating the squad.”

“...right.” I’m not exactly happy with how he just… took over, but after all he’s the spy with all the intell. “Good…” Slowly, with a helping hand from Marx, I rise to my feet and start to walk off towards the door. “I want a team of capable people around me… I trust you can do that.”

“You? Around you?” Nacht chuckles, causing me to stop in my tracks. “You’re not going.”

“What?” I turn back around to give him a confused look. “I’m the Wizard King… It’s my job to lead them-”

“Don’t joke with me, your majesty. You might wear the crown, but I know that you’re massively out of your depth.” Nacht smirks as he steps towards me. “Not just the fact that you’re pregnant… but also…”

My blood freezes as he comes to a stop ahead of me. Nacht… what did you learn…

“And I’m not the only one who knows… the Spade Kingdom figured it out, too. They know what you are.”

His eyes glint cruelly.

“You’re a monster, aren’t you? A monster who’s dying-”

“Nacht-” I finally speak up to overwhelm his whisper before Marx can hear too much. “You’ve made your point… but this is my fight, too.”

“If you say so… but I won’t let you.” Nacht steps away, his black cloak sweeping around his body. “Your… state will prevent you from fighting properly. You’ll be nothing but dead weight. And if you have the misfortune of facing Dante…” He reaches out to the doorknob, glancing back at me one more time. “Gravity slows down time. It’s basic relativity. So good luck getting close to him.”

With that last stinger, he turns and disappears into the shadows once again. Asta scurries after him, glancing up at me once before mouthing “sorry” and leaving too. The door shuts, leaving Marx and me alone once again.

“He… he has a point.” Marx starts to say. “If anything happened to the baby-”

“Who cares about the baby.”

He freezes as the frustrated whisper leaves my lips. I bite down on the inside of my mouth, instantly drawing blood. I clench my fist under my robe, to keep my hands from shaking.

Nacht… you’re right… I can’t fight. Or even win…

But…

I have to fight. I know I can’t win, but if I can’t even fight… then I’ll die as useless as I was born.

I can’t just die. I have to be a martyr. I have to be the Wizard King who sacrificed herself for the Kingdom. Just like Julius did.

Two things have to happen…

Maybe I don’t have to die. Not in the way I intended. Maybe I can still carry out the plan.

I’m already useless, aren’t I? I let my two best friends get taken, and now the whole world might end because of my blunder. I failed… and sacrificing myself might not be enough to atone for it. The least I can do is fix the mess at the source.

But to do that… I need to defeat a Gravity Magic user. Nacht is right, Adeline told me this same thing long ego. Time is vulnerable to Gravity… so what do I need to use to defeat it?

I already know. I’ve known all along that it would come down to this.

And then… I need to be able to move. This baby…

“Where are you going?”

“Don’t follow me.”

I leave the room, and walk down the hallway on my own. My knees ache, my back burns, but I keep walking towards the perimeter of the castle.

This is going to be tough to get right… but I guess this is the best I can do. If this baby dies, it doesn’t matter. It will be born again, after all.

My fingertips are cold.

But I still want to do my best… I only have three days.

“Oh? What’s going on? Why are you here?”

Owen and the other doctors watch in shock as I just walk on into the hospital, breezing past them on my way up the stairs.

“I’ll be in room 12. Leave me alone for five minutes, though,” is all I tell them, not sparing a glance back. I ascend the staircase, making my way through the dark hall until I reach room 12. I quickly enter and shut the door behind me. With a heavy sigh, I reach up, undoing the chain that keeps my robe secured. It drops to the ground, and I step out of it and towards the bed. I kick off my shoes, then finally reach up, lifting the crown off of my head. It’s heavy in my hands, just as heavy as it was on my head, and I carefully place it on the bedside table.

Then, I crawl onto the bed, crossing my legs and letting my hands rest upon my knees. With one last deep breath, I let my eyes close.

Here goes nothing… but this has to be done.

My magic activates, and my body suddenly starts to glow.

Time magic… Chrono Accelerationem.

Magic warps around my body, centered around my stomach. I grip my knees at the strange feeling, my nails digging through the fabric of my tights and into the skin below.

More… MORE.

It’s farther than I’ve ever gone. I had hoped the end wouldn’t come so soon, but here it is. Somehow, someway, I will give birth to this child today. Dead or alive.

I need to fight… I NEED TO FIX EVERYTHING.

Then, the water breaks.

With a gasp, I collapse backwards as pain shoots through my body, centered in my core. Something is kicking, screaming, desperate to be let out. T-That’s a baby, alright- I open my mouth, silently crying out. Ow… OW! I clench again, and sound finally escapes my throat: a dry, loud shriek that rips me apart from the inside.

Please….

The pain intensifies, and I hear footsteps thundering into the room.

“She’s gone into labor!! Get everyone you’ve got!”

Owen’s voice is fuzzy.

Owen… Marx… Adeline… and… you.

Tears prick at the corners of my eyes.

This is my first step…

A blue moth flits across my vision, closer and closer.

...Towards my fate.

Darkness descends through my mind. It goes cold, the last flame of hope flickering away. The hope that I could live up to everything he was. Because now… I know for sure that I am selfish.

I’m sorry, Julius… but… I’ve made my choice.

There is no such thing as evil on this earth.

Someone is yelling at me to push.

The pain is worse.

A soft hand clutches mine, a soft voice floating through the cold.

No such thing… but me.

….

…

Light flows in through the window. Beautiful, golden dawn.

Light.

Something cold and wet rests upon my forehead. I blink my eyes open, squinting slightly in the light. Slowly, I reach up to feel a damp cloth on my face.

What happened… where am I?

Someone snores.

I turn my head, spotting a figure sitting in the chair by my bed.

...Julius?

I blink, and their face comes into focus. It’s Adeline, slumped over with my robe wrapped around her shoulders for warmth. Her eyes are red and puffy, but she looks… peaceful.

She was crying…

I reach down, smoothing my hand over my lower stomach. The bump is gone, the only remnants being the soft pads of fat that once sheltered a precious life.

The baby… where is it?

I sit up, letting the towel slip off my face and onto the pillow. I look around, seeing that Adeline and I are completely alone.

Oh… so… did it survive?

Maybe… maybe it’s for the best that I don’t know. I have another job to do, after all.

Slowly, I stand up, a little weak on my feet but stable enough to get dressed. I fasten my belt, then slip into my shoes. My clothes were folded carefully on the dresser. My mark pulses with pain as I move, as if it’s willing me to lay down and go back to sleep again. Maybe forever.

Soon… be patient. I’ll let you die soon. But not until I see him again…

Before I leave, I look back at Adeline’s sleeping form.

I…

If everything goes according to plan… me and her… the love we shared.

I’m sorry. I have to break our promise. I hope I made you happy…

But I know it’s a lie. I know I’ve only been a source of sadness for her… and perhaps she will never know why she dies.

Goodbye… Adeline.

Blinking wetness out of the corner of my eye, I finally turn to leave, closing the door behind me. Now, it’s time for the next section of my plan. Theoretically, it should be easy. I’ll be doing something I’ve fantasized about doing since my first day in office. But somehow, I know it won’t be easy in the slightest.

“OH MY GOODNESS! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!”

I freeze, then look up to see Marx thundering down the steps, a livid look on his face. “You’re out and about?! Absolutely not!!! You need to get back in bed RIGHT NOW! HONESTLY-” He looks more mad and scared than I’ve ever seen him. “You just gave birth… and-”

“The baby-” I cut him off. “... did it-”

“The baby is getting bathed while you’re supposed to be resting!”

For a split second, relief fills me.

It survived…

But it’s short lived. Marx keeps talking. “Honestly… if you want to see her-”

My eyes suddenly widen.

H-Her-

“MARX-” I suddenly yell, silencing him immediately. He stands there, frozen in place, as I stagger forward. My eyes are wide, almost crazed, and a faint spark of true anger suddenly flashes through the pitch black irises.

“Don’t you dare… tell me anything about that baby.”

He opens and closes his mouth, gasping out just one word.

“W-Why?”

I straighten up, then take a deep breath through my nose.

I can’t know… I don’t need to. Because, in just a couple of days…

“Because I said so.” I open my eyes again, and they are as empty as ever. Marx stares into them, fear within his own gaze. “There’s just one thing I want to know…”

I’ve thrown everything away. Friendships, humanity.... And my chance at life. I will throw away more, if I have to.

“Marx… tell me…”

And now… this next step…

The thought of carrying it out is delightful. I let my mouth split into a mirthless smile.

“Where is Patri?”

NEXT TIME! Chapter 17: the waning light. Judgement finally falls upon an enemy.

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for-my-own-om-ent · 4 years

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om boys with a foreign mc who switches to first language when feeling strong emotions

LUCIFER

• he had always been mean to Mammon ever since mc came here

• he'd been very stressed that day so he's scolding him since morning

• poor Mammon couldn't step foot out of his room without getting on the eldest's nerves

• mc had always been an advocate for leaving the white haired boy live peacefully, but Lucifer just went too far that day

• 'Lulu, dar mai lasa omul in plata Domnului! Toata ziua ii stai in cap ca o palarie!' ('Lulu, leave the guy alone for God's sake! You're on top of his head like a hat!')

• being demons, they both understood since it wasn't that hard to comprehend a language they've been alive to see develop

• Mammon nearly cried from laughter which only made Lucifer more annoyed

• the eldest will definitely mock MC on their dialect and accent

• seems unbothered but boiling inside

MAMMON

• MC had been helping him with his history essay while he'd do their maths homework

• 'thanks for helping, Mammon' they said before writing the finishing sentence

• 'money would've been a better thanks but yer welcome, MC'

• he'd finished the homework long before MC but knew better than to annoy the person who'd help him pass

• but now that they finished he might as well start being annoying

• 'next time ya might as well go bother someone else with your idiocy. i'm a busy guy ya know'

• 'of.. eu ce sa fac daca mi esti drag?' ('oh~ but what could i possibly do if i hold you so dear?')

• MC knew he'd get flustered and after calling them an idiot what could've been better than mocking him

LEVIATHAN

• they were playing a game with some of Levi's online friends

• MC, already annoyed with the fact that they weren't alone with Levi, was also pretty pissed at the skills of some of them

• Levi could sense MC s envy, him being the literal Avatar of Envy, but not understanding where it came from didn't act on it

• the more they played the more tense and annoyed MC grew and Levi didn't mind it

• he kind of fed from their jealousy

• but at one point one of the people playing just made the most idiotic move so MC just couldn't contain it

• 'Frate, ce are in capu ala? Tarata?' ('what do they have in that head of theirs? oats?')

• Levi, for the first time in forever, got distracted from the game

• he was endlessly embarrassed that MC did that but the choice of their words was way too much for him to handle

• he started laughing while his face was lobster red from the embarrassment

SATAN

• he was very aware of MC's Romanian heritage given the fact that they've exchanged books in the language

• even so he's never heard them speak it

• he thought it was because MC was embarrassed of their dialect or accent

• he never insisted since he didn't want to make them uncomfortable

• one day before a test at RAD everybody was stressed beyond belief and MC was no exception

• as Satan was walking towards them to comfort them he heard them talking to themselves

• 'daca ai putut sa suporti presiunea cand i-ai explicat lui Lulu cu ce i -ati patat canapeaua, asta-i nimic' ('if you could stand the embarrassment when you had to explain to Lulu what was it you stained his couch with, this will be nothing')

• Satan was pretty amused

• loved their accent and wanted to hear more and louder

• he approached them in Romanian in hopes that they won't notice his intentions

• 'cu ce ati patat-o?' ('what did you stain it with?')

• 'of nu pot sa traiesc rusinea din nou' ('i can't re-live the shame') they sighted

• 'intreaba-l pe Belphie' ('go ask Belphie')

ASMODEUS

• MC had been calling Asmo by his nickname since forever

• no one ever questioned their ability to pronounce it fully and Asmo loved the way his nickname sounded when it rolled out of MC's mouth so they never had to

• one day MC called Asmo from the kitchen to ask about one of his refrigerated skincare thingys

• 'honey, how come you call me just like the Romans used to?'

• he was most amused by that

• MC was flustered at his remark

• they hated how 'Asmodeus' sounded in English accent and refused to say it like that but it would've been no use to discuss it with him

• 'well the Romans are my ancestors'

• 'still, i can't help but wonder if it's really that you can't pronounce it' Asmo teased as if he wasn't aware

• 'uhm yes i can' MC was already a bit annoyed

• 'i dunno i mean if i were able to say it right i would' Asmo continued excited for MC's reaction

• 'Iisuse, Asmo! Daca vrei sa-ti stalcesc numele si sa iasa ca si cand l-am mestecat inainte sa-l spun te pot anunta de pe acum ca nu o voi face!' ('Jesus, Asmo! If you want me to ruin your name and for it to sound as if i chewed it before saying it i can already announce you that i will not do so!') MC said and didn't really realise they switched languages

• 'oh my, dear' Asmo jumped in surprise but continued 'the way you talk so freely and harshly.. you should really speak to me like this more often~'

BEELZEBUB

• MC wasn't feeling so well

• it was nothing serious but the guys still exagerated beyond belief and took shifts to take care of them

• it was Beel's turn to feed them and keep them warm, happy and entertained

• MC had given up on trying to explain they just had the mildest headache and agreed to themselves they shut up from then on if they'd ever have an issue again

• Beel decided that food was the best remedy and brought a lot of snacks for him and MC

• he was trying immensely hard to not eat anything he brought which concerned MC

• they started eating to try to make Beel eat too

• it was starting to feel kind of eerie

• 'hey Beel, aren't you gonna eat?'

• '... oh.. no, you should eat..'

• MC understood he was scared for their life but it wasn't even as much as a cold that's no need for starvation

• MC hesitantly brought one of the chocolate bars to Beel s mouth and softly asked him to eat

• '...Beel, te rog mananca cu mine. Am sa ma simt mai bine.' ('Beel, please eat with me. I'll feel much better.')

• realising he's scared MC he let himself eat as much as he wanted

• didn't even notice the change of language but felt a bit warmer and closer to them

BELPHEGOR

• MC and Belphie had been napping for a while when Beel woke them up for a snack

• MC is a sucker for snacks so they were quick to try to get Belphie up

• Belphie really wasn't having it

• while MC was trying to get him up he only did as much as groan

• 'Belphegor, naiba ma ia daca am sa pierd ocazia de a manca din cauza ta' ('Belphegor, on hell i won't miss snack time because of you')

• he was a bit shocked but too sleepy to show it

• only then he realised one of his favourite things about humans (languages) was so close to him

#obey me headcanons #obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me mammon #obey me lucifer #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me belphegor #obey me beelzebub #pls dont bully me

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imagine-loki · 5 years

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You'll miss me after you lose me

TITLE: You'll miss me after you lose me

CHAPTER NO/ONE SHOT: Chapter 6

AUTHOR: beetrootgirl

ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Imagine that you and Loki were friends since childhood. You had a crush on him since then and with time it turned into love.....

RATING: Everyone

NOTES/WARNINGS: Mentions of killing.

Should have posted this a long time ago. But no, I had to post it when I should have been studying.

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Elska woke up feeling her whole body disagree with her decision of waking. She felt so exhausted and tired, her eyes were puffy and red from crying.

She sat up and looked around herself. Asta entered her chambers with a tray of food. She came over and sat at the edge of the bed.

"I'm glad you are awake. I was just going to wake you. I told the Allmother that you weren't feeling well after the feast last night and she allowed me bring you breakfast," She told her with a smile.

Elska mumbled a thank you and took the tray from her. She ate in silence not looking up from her plate. When she finished, Asta put the tray aside and gave her some juice.

After drinking the juice Elska said, "I'm sorry."

"Sorry? What for?" Asta asked, confused.

Elska muttered, "For troubling you last night. You weren't able to sleep because of me and then had to do these things for me."

"What are you talking about? Didn't you say we are friends? It is my duty to stay by your side when you need me."

Elska gave a sad smile, "Thank you."

"Please stop with your thank you and sorry and go have a bath. It's ready for you." She pulled Elska to her feet and nudged her towards her bathing chambers.

When she emerged from the bathing chambers Asta helped her get dressed and did her hair as usual. She was also super energetic to lighten Elska's mood.

Elska was thankful for her care, otherwise she didn't know in which corner she'd be, crying. But when Asta encouraged her to go outside of her chambers, she panicked, "No. I don't think I can do it. Please, Asta. I can't."

Asta gently took her hands and said, "You'll have to face it, one day or the other. Why not today? Why not go and tell the prince your feelings are real for him? Why not tell him that you truly care for him and would not marry him if he doesn't want to?"

Elska sobbed, "Because I can't handle his rage, I can't stand the fact that he hates me now."

"You will have to clear the doubts. I know he'll listen to you. If you tell him now, maybe you can get your friend back. You have to take the risk.

"You are a brave warrior, Elska. You can't just accept your defeat like this. You have to keep fighting, for your Loki."

"I think you're right. I'll talk to him. Thanks, Asta. You are a true friend." Elska smile at her.

"For you, anytime."

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Meanwhile somewhere......

"Today is the day we will execute our plan!" The leader roared through the crowd.

"Today will be the end of injustice!" Everyone cheered.

"We will make ourselves free! Free from the rule of that old one-eyed man! Free from the rule of his reckless son!" The leader continued.

"Free from the rule of monarchy!" Everyone raised their weapons and cheered.

"Today we will bring the monarchy to it's knees! The golden palace to it's ruins!"

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Elska looked for Loki everywhere, but he was nowhere to be found. She searched his rooms, the library, the gardens, but he was nowhere. She asked some of the servants on her way but they too didn't know his whereabouts.

Suddenly, she heard sounds of metal and shouting from somewhere. She ran through the hallway till she found the soldiers lining up and getting ready.

She couldn't understand what was going on. She walked further and was met by more soldiers running with their weapons. Behind them ran Lady Sif.

Elska called to her, "Sif!"

Sif stopped short and ran towards her friend.

"What's going on? Where's everyone going?"

Sif answered breathlessly, "We don't know how it happened, but some revolutionaries had broken through the dungeons of the palace and released the prisoners. We are under attack, Elska. Get ready."

With that she ran where all the soldiers had went. Elska ran to her chambers and picked up her sword. She didn't have time for the armor, they were under attack.

She ran out of her chambers to the direction where everyone went but was stopped shortly when she was met with five men with swords ready to fight her. The red scarf with a symbol tied to their hands told her they were the revolutionaries.

She was smart and fast enough to tackle them down and there were only corpses left behind her. She killed any enemy or prisoner she came across.

She went on her way to the others but then heard whimpers behind a pillar. She went closer and saw two boys clutching each other for dear life.

She kneeled beside them and asked, "Who are you two? What are you doing here? This place is dangerous."

The older one of them answered, "We got separated from our mother when we were attacked. She works here."

"Come with me. I'll take you to a safe place."

The boys hesitantly went with her and she searched for a safe place to hide them both. Then she heard sounds coming from behind a door which was partially opened.

She peaked inside and saw all the servants and maids gathered inside trying to calm down as to not let anyone know about their presence.

She stepped inside and everyone panicked. Seeing Elska, Asta ran to her. "Are you okay? What are you doing here?" Asta asked worried.

"I came across these children when I was passing. They got separated from their mother," She explained.

The two boys ran to their mother, spotting her in the crowd. She immediately hugged them and cried with happiness at being reunited with her children.

Elska asked, "Why is there no one to guard you all?"

Asta answered, "There were a few guards. But they were soon killed after they told us to stay here."

"Okay. I'll guard you. But no matter what happens, don't come out or let anyone come out either. It too dangerous. Promise me."

"I promise."

"Good." Elska closed the doors from outside and readied herself.

Sounds of swords clashing, people roaring to attack and screams of pain could be heard. She sensed someone heading towards her direction. Their feet thumped and a loud roar sounded.

She knew who it was. She turned to the direction of the roar and was met by a pair of blood red eyes.

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(Dammit, woman. For the love of God wear your freakin' armor, your life's at risk!)

#Loki #Lover #Angst #God of Mischief #Others #Imagine #Submitted fic #beetrootgirl #You'll miss me after you lose me #Chapter 6 #submission

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lisinfleur · 5 years

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Under Her Skin

You saw him walking through the crowd, so as you saw his exchange of glares with that woman - the queen's lover, Astrid.

From long, since he arrived back from his trip to the Mediterranean, warned by the gods about his father's death and ready to protect his mother from his brother's intention of avenging their mother - your mentor and guide, the deceased queen Aslaug - you were observing Björn and his mother's actions.

You intended to avenge your master by yourself, especially taking the fact her sons would be too busy distracting Björn with their father's avenging to really be careful enough to prevent you from cursing that usurper's reign.

However, the more she was loyal to the usurper queen, Björn's wife, Torvi, wasn't a common woman.

She was a shieldmaiden and a mother of three, who was dedicatedly caring for his children while he was away. You remember you saw her waiting for him anxiously at the docks and the cold ways he was using to treat his wife...

And now, you followed him to see that intercourse happening in front of your eyes: his naked body investing against his mother's lover's hips, her moans filling the small room they chose for that criminal act.

You knew Viking could share. But you hardly doubted, after all those fights, Torvi would have shared her husband willingly with that woman moaning loudly under him.

It was time to teach that boy a lesson and you knew exactly where to start your little revenge...

You waited for that scene to be over and the woman came out first. Björn took some time to relax into that room, probably preparing to go after his wife and kids.

Not announcing yourself, you came in, kinda scaring him when you just appeared, taking off the hood from your face and showing your heavy glare over his.

"Fuck, Y/N... Are you trying to kill me?"

Your gaze started bothering the older son of Ragnar who sighed, annoyed.

"She wanted, I wanted, Torvi knows and it is not like it's not her fault I'm searching for somebody else. She's all bitter and angry all the time... I spent almost a year away, I don't want to spend my time with stupid fights. I want this: a warm woman to open her legs to me without complaining about all the stuff Torvi keeps repeating. Who can blame me? I'm a man... I have my needs."

The whole speech from his mouth caused your stomach to turn. How arrogant and despicable that prince could be?

"We can't deny your origins, son of Ragnar," you said, sounding prophetic, the way he always hated on you and Aslaug's way to speak few but sharp words.

"I'm not like my father. I'm just... And why am I giving you any kind of satisfaction?" he noticed, getting up "I'm not your husband..."

"Nor hers..." you said, causing him to frown "Nor anyone else's. There is no way for you to be anyone's husband... Torvi."

When you called him by his wife's name, Björn felt something strange in the air.

The wind became stronger even when it wasn't a windy night. All the candles into that place had their flames extinguished and you placed your hood over your head once again, causing him to see nothing but your eyes glowing in the dark.

The strange smell of musk and spices crossed his nose when you passed near him, leaving the place and blowing to the gods your spell.

Björn started feeling dizzy. Almost as if he was drunk. And so, he decided to go back straight to his home.

That night was already done for him and he wasn't really feeling very well.

Torvi was already sleeping with the kids when he came in. And he barely had time to pay attention to anything. His body just fell beside her in bed and he felt his eyes heavy.

The sleepiness took him in the middle of a thought.

You were Aslaug's apprentice... Maybe it wasn't a good thing to cross your way.

* * *

"Mom... wake up. Mom! Asta is crying... I need your help, she's dirty. Mom!"

Guthrum's voice woke Björn.

For some reason he couldn't understand, his eyes couldn't find Torvi around. He didn't know why, but he was so exhausted! Even after a whole night sleeping, he was terribly exhausted as if he didn't have slept a single hour.

Björn sat slowly. His back was aching as if he had carried some weight through the entire day. Asta's cry was making his head pulsate and... why the fuck his chest was aching?

Did someone spank him while he was sleeping?

"What'he fuck..." he cursed, rubbing his face with both of his hands and only then noticing Guthrum was still there, looking at him. "What?"

The boy frowned. Something was really strange today.

"Asta is crying. She's dirty and probably hungry... Are you feeling well?"

"No. I'm exhausted. And my body is aching. Where is your mo-..." Björn's voice stopped when his hands slid through his chest, intending to straighten the shirt over his torso.

They didn't find a shirt...

And that wasn't his torso...

He looked down and a known pair of big aching tits "looked" back at him. Björn raised his eyes to the wall mirror he had near his bed and so, everything made sense.

"Mom?"

"Fucking shit..."

For Loki's sake, what in the actual fuck was happening? Why he was seeing Torvi and not himself at that mirror? And if he was on Torvi, where was his body?

"Mom is everything alright? What's happening?" the boy came near and Björn shoved him away softly pushing him outta the room.

"Your mom is... I... I am... Period. This! My period started and I need to change. Take a look at your brother and sister for me ok? I'll be there in a second!" he said, pushing Guthrum through the door and closing it behind him, locking the door for an instant.

"Ok... Björn... Think. What the fuck is happening?" he asked himself, looking down when a painful sting remembered him the tits in that body were really his now. "Fuck! Why is this shit aching so bad!"

He took some steps back to the mirror, untying the nightgown over Torvi's body and looking at her tits. They were bigger than he could remember. And softer. And redder. And hot! Was it in a fever?

Some few touches in one of them and the nipple squirted milk at the mirror, causing Björn to step back, surprised.

"Fuck!"

"His tits" were fucking full of milk! Would he have to...

"No... No no no, this is not happening! Shit!" his mind started to ratiocinate and then, he remembered your voice sounding loud and clear in his mind.

"There is no way for you to be anyone's husband... Torvi."

"That fucking witch! The damn bitch cursed me! Shit! Shit shit shit!" he cursed, furious, taking a seat at the bed and immediately regretting the brute movement: the tits bounced, causing terrible pain in his chest.

"Fuck!" he cursed again, trying to put his mind to work. "Ok... ok... what did Torvi said about this problem?" he tried to ask himself.

However, he couldn't remember a single time he really gave Torvi any attention about what she was complaining from her pains.

Some few fragments about his mother talking to her came into his mind and he tried to act the way she told Torvi to do.

"The more they suckle, the more it will relief your pains," he remembered, trying to dictate his own actions "Gods, I can't believe I'll breastfeed someone!"

Björn unlocked the door after covering his body again trying not to rub the cloth in his aching breasts. When he arrived, Guthrum was poorly trying to lull his sister at the crib, Erik was jumping over his bed and a strong smell of shit punched Björn's face so hard that he almost threw up right there.

"Fuck!" he cursed, causing Guthrum to look at him with a frowned face once again "What happened here?"

The little girl was smelling like the following morning after a battle. No. Dead rotten bodies wouldn't smell like that!

"Oh my... Fucking Odin, little girl! What did you eat?" he said, picking Asta up to his hands.

The cloth diaper was hanging in the middle of her legs like a big sack of poop, humid and smelly. And Björn's eyes noticed, in despair, some of that poop was rolling down her legs and spread all over the crib.

What a morning!

"Fucking shit, look at this mess! For Frigga, my child, what have you done?" he cursed again, taking the little one to the table Torvi used to change her in.

But everything he was touching with Asta was immediately receiving a shit imprinting. She needed a bath. Period!

"She does it every morning, mom. You're talking like dad..." Guthrum said, taking Erik outta his bed and picking the boy by his hand "I gonna call a slave to prepare Asta's morning bath..." he said, thinking his mother was really strange this morning and leaving Björn behind with Asta and all that shit to be cleaned.

"You do this every morning? What?" he talked with the little girl in his hands "Do you keep all your shit to poop in the morning? Fuck, Asta, is not humanly possible a little thing like you to have all this shit inside. There's not enough space for all of this! Gods!"

Asta extended her hands towards him, still sobbing. Guthrum's words echoing in his head.

"She does it every morning..."

Every morning...

How could Torvi deal with it?

The slave he brought for her came with some warm water for the small wooden tub and smiled when saw him holding the little dirty girl.

"Oh, she did it again? Don't worry, my lady, I'll clean up the crib for you," she said, smiling and confirming to Björn that was something usual.

With the bath prepared, Björn saw the slave start cleaning the crib while he was supposed to bath the girl... Right?

But as soon as he took the diapers out, his stomach acid got up through his esophagus and he almost threw up once again, causing the slavegirl to look at him with some worry in her eyes.

"Are you feeling alright, my lady?"

"Yeah... Is just... Gods, this is smelling like death!"

The slave girl restrained a laugh before coming up to pack the dirty diaper with the rest of the dirty clothes to take it for washing.

When she left, the smell of the room started getting better and Björn bathed Asta, finishing the rest of that terrible scent.

"Great... Smelling like roses again," he smiled.

Almost at the same time, Asta started to cry, loud and clear once again, extending his hands towards the aching boobs in his chest.

"Oh, Gods..." he sighed, untying the dress and trying to sit as he saw Torvi doing so easily so many times.

However, as soon as Asta found his nipple and started suckling, Björn's voice died in his throat, trying to restrain a scream of pain.

"Fucking Loki, it hurts!" he exclaimed, remembering how many times he saw Torvi just messing up with the girl, tranquil while she was suckling as if she wasn't feeling that amount of pain.

Thinking well... Sometimes Torvi's face was twisted in a painful expression and he remembered he heard some low hisses sometimes...

Björn remained silent until Asta finished the first boob, claiming the other with equal pain, but relieving the weight and the sensation of fever in his chest.

He put the little one to burp and almost immediately, she fell asleep in his arms, allowing him to place her into the clean crib and relax at the chair.

Björn looked at the open window, noticing Sun hadn't moved in the sky. Not even a pair of hours he was awake and his body was feeling like he fought a whole battle!

His stomach was growling and his back was aching twice more than when he came out of the bed. But even then, he got up, ordering the slave to watch for Asta and going to the dining room, finding Guthrum and Erik waiting for their breakfasts.

"I thought you wouldn't come," Guthrum said, preparing his own plate.

However, as soon as he took a seat, Erik started bouncing in his chair.

"Food! Food! Food!" he sang, causing Björn to sigh.

His younger son wasn't able to eat by himself yet. Torvi would always prepare Erik's plate and feed him before taking her own breakfast. So, there he was, preparing Erik's plate and sitting by his side to feed the little boy who decided to play with food was the best thing to do in the nine realms today.

"Erik, stop!" he ordered, after the first time the spoon almost dirtied his dress "You're not hungry anymore, are you?"

Erik laughed and he sighed... The boy didn't finish half of the plate he served. Was it the reason why Torvi was always eating the kids' leftovers?

Guthrum was almost at the end of his breakfast so Björn took Erik up into his arms and handled him to Guthrum.

"Take your brother to play," he asked, and Guthrum frowned at him once again.

"Won't you clean his mouth? You're always so rigid with our teeth... What's happening today, mom?"

Shit.

The damn teeth.

Torvi asked him to clean the children's teeth sometimes, but he always found a way to skip this task. Now, he had to remember how to properly clean his son's teeth and ended up with some fingers bit.

"Take him... go on the two of you!" he shoved Guthrum with Erik to the yard and sat at his table, trying to take a deep breath.

Björn took the spoon he was using to feed Erik into his own mouth with some of that oats cream just to cringe, almost spitting everything.

It was cold as the winter's snow!

Torvi was eating that shit?

Immediately at this thought, Torvi's voice came into his mind, as a sweet memory whispered in his ears.

"I eat their leftovers to not to waste our supplies, Björn. Your gold is not grass and it doesn't grow in trees."

She was eating that shit... For him.

For not to waste his treasures...

He swallowed every spoon of that cold cream with a bitter taste in his mouth.

How hard was her routine after all?

"Guthrum!" he called from the door.

The older boy left the younger and came to him.

Guthrum was almost 13 now... soon he would be receiving his armlet. He sighed.

"I wanna play a game with you," he said, causing Guthrum to frown.

"What game, mom?" the boy asked.

"You're about to become a man and... As a man... You must know the functions of people in our society. So today, I want you to tell me what I shall do, according to what you're habituated to see me doing. I wanna see if you know already what are the chores a house needs and why is the housewife such an important part of our society scale," Björn said, impressed with his ability to create stupid excuses.

But with this little game, he wouldn't be lost and Guthrum would be his guide.

"Well... Usually, while I play with Erik you clean the house, prepare the lunch, order the slave for washing the clothes, feeds Asta one more time before lunch and check if Erik and I washed our hands before going to the table." Guthrum said, trying to remember "Then you feed Erik and I go training while you put him to sleep. So, you come to train with me before Asta wakes for suckling... Then...Ah! You also care for the house needs and sometimes, when Erik sleeps a little bit more, you sew some of father's clothes or mine or produce something new for us. Then you prepare dinner while the slave cares for Erik and Asta, feeds Asta one more time before bathing her and putting her to sleep, comes to feed Erik and put us to bed after dinner. Sometimes you eat with me, sometimes you put me to bed and eat later for you say you're not hungry, but I know you only took too long to feed Erik and want us to sleep at the right time." he scratched his head looking at his mother's surprised expression. "Is there anything wrong?"

Björn was shocked.

Did she manage to do all those things BEFORE LUNCHING? And training with Guthrum even with her body aching that way?

How the hell was Torvi still alive with two meals a day, one of them made of that awful leftovers?

And he could remember Asta would still wake up around five or six times at night and ALL of them, Torvi would patiently come out of their bed to tend her, sometimes breastfeeding her before she could go back to sleep.

"Mom?" Guthrum woke him up from the thoughts and he caressed his son's head.

"No... There is nothing wrong, Guthrum. You... You'll be a good man, my son," he praised, getting a smile from his face.

"I hope fadir to be proud of me. I mean... He chose to raise me... I shall become a good man to thank for his goodness."

And in the end, after all her efforts, her son was more worried about his opinion and his pride than her own...

Björn remembered how many times did he said the same to his mother, about how he wanted his father to be proud of him.

His heart ached into his chest and suddenly he felt guilty. Guthrum was Torvi's son with Borg. A son she fought for. A son she was tortured by Erlendur to keep safe. And that son was fighting for his pride, to show him some gratitude for his null effort to raise him well probably because his own mother was teaching him to respect Björn as a father and thank for Björn's goodness in raising him as a foster son.

He smiled at Guthrum and left to his house, sitting at the couch alone in the living room, thinking.

How many times did he got pissed off because Torvi slept during a conversation about his tales she was supposed to be hearing?

How many times did they argue because she wasn't giving him any attention?

How many times Björn could remember he went away from his home and fucked Astrid or other women because Torvi wasn't giving him enough sex like before?

Guilt kicked him like Thor's hammer in his chest and he sighed, feeling a knot in his throat and his heart heavy. She wasn't denying him anything. She was hurt, her body was aching, she was tired from all the things she was doing by herself into that house, raising his children and caring for everything in uncountable chores he never gave a damn for seeing done.

He just picked up his clothes not thinking about who was warranting they would be washed for him. He just ate the food, sometimes even complaining it was too late, not thinking about how she was fighting to do it on time after breastfeeding his hungry daughter, painfully.

Björn thought about the many praises he received since he came back for his foster son was a good and well-trained boy. But he wasn't the one teaching Guthrum now to use a sword or how to be a man...

He wasn't being a man by himself and his knot only became bigger when he thought about his mother and how sad she was when she discovered his father's involvement with Aslaug.

Torvi was like his mother.

And he was being just like his father he criticized so badly when he was younger.

For a second, his heart ached. What if, one day, he would see on Erik's eyes the same contempt his father saw in his? What if, one day, Asta would see him with other women and say he was disgusting as he told his father was when he saw him with Aslaug? What if, one day, Guthrum was ashamed of saying he was his foster father instead of all the pride he had now?

"Shit..." Björn swallowed up, dry.

"Do you understand now, son of Ragnar?" your voice echoed and he raised his head seeing you were standing in the middle of his living room.

He wanted to kill you for that experience at the same level he felt he should thank you. So, he just lowered his head once again, sighing frustratedly.

"She has been doing all of this for you. You don't need to love her back, Björn Ironside. This is not and never was about love. This is about respect. If you want to do other women, then finish your relationship with her. And do not forget your children weren't brought into this world by her will only. She bore them, brought then into Midgard, breastfed them and is caring for them in respect for the choices she made. If you won't love her by what she did and do, then, respect the mother of your children for your name shall be remembered because she sacrifices herself every day to keep your children and your legacy alive."

Björn took your words without a single answer. You were right. He committed a mistake and it was more than time to become a man and fix on himself what he condemned his father for being.

"May I have my body back?" he asked, looking at you meekly.

"At the end of this day, you'll fall asleep. Tomorrow morning, things will be right," you answered, looking at him.

"May I ask you one more question?" he said and you looked into his eyes, knowing what he would ask, but nodding for him to go ahead.

He deserved to hear this answer.

"What day is today? What day is this one I'm living in her life?" he asked, swallowing dry and you sighed answering him.

"Two days before your arrival," you answered "You're at the boat now, thinking if you should come back home or change the course to Vestfold to spend one more day away from her, fucking the slaves you brought with Harald and celebrating... I cannot change the time, Ironside. Tomorrow you shall wake up after that ritual when you already chose to change that course, to fuck the slaves and spend one more day away from your house; when you already chose to fight your wife when you arrived for she didn't give you sex or a warmer reception; when you already chose to leave that rite of sacrifice to fuck your mother's lover and came home, late at night, still smelling a mix of Astrid's scent and the smell of the sex you two shared. You must deal with your own actions and this never had any intention of making you change your previous actions. Guilt is your punishment and you shall decide what to do from today on."

"Are you doing this because of Aslaug?" he asked again, looking at you.

"A part of me is. A part of me wanted to send you back in time for the changes you wanna make now. But I know it would change Torvi's view about you and she doesn't deserve to be cheated this way. The last events changed her mind about you. Now, you deal with this. But do it knowing the truth and what you have done. Your mother killed my master for she believed my master was a housewrecker. However, now you know it wasn't my master's fault: you're just like your father, Ironside. And just like you, Ragnar was the only one guilty by his family's break down."

With these words, you left him for the rest of the day.

And in the following morning, Björn woke up alone in his bed. Back to his own body, but heavy as he never felt before.

He could hear Erik's voice playing at his room. Asta was probably bathing. Things were happening while he was sleeping. Life moved on even Torvi knowing he had cheated on her, several times. Even then she didn't leave his children, she didn't mistreat them or took Guthrum's pride for having him as his foster father.

Björn went to the children's room, seeing while Torvi was working, bathing the little girl with a smile in her face for her as if her heart wasn't torn in her chest and there weren't marks of tears in her face from last night.

She deserved better and he remembered your words he would keep in his heart.

He would try to love Torvi properly - of course, he would. And if he wasn't able to do it, then, he would respect her. He would give her a chance for someone better than him. And respect whoever she chooses to be in his place.

For one thing he understood from all he lived on that day...

Such as his mother one day, she deserved better than him.

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To your 1k celebration: nsfw 38.“Ride me.” and fluff 30.“That’s why I fell in love with you.” FOR UBBE, please

A/N: Nath, my dear, I know you're feeling a bit discouraged lately. I hope this can cheer you up a little! Love you! 💞

Warnings: Breeding kink, choking kink, the smut is really filthy.

Words: 1,100.

“Mom, when dad will come back?” your eldest son asked.

“Soon, babe, soon. I'm sure that the Gods will bring him safe and sound. Don't worry, Sig,” you said.

“Mommy, dad will bring something shiny for me?” Asta said.

“He’ll baby girl,” you said kissing your four year old daughter.

Honestly, you hated when Ubbe went on raids. The uncertainty of his return, the possibility of coming back home seriously injured, this make your heart tighten in your chest.

“Dad!”

Asta's scream shook you off your fears. Ubbe was spinning her on his arms while she was giggling.

“Husband,” you said getting up from the grass and smiling. You were playing with your children enjoying one rare sunny day.

“Father!” Sigurd went running to his father, hugging Ubbe's waist tightly.

“Oh look at you, bigger than before, you're almost a man,” Ubbe said stroking Sigurd’s hair playfully.

“I’m already a man, father. I can go with you on the next raid,” Sigurd said proudly.

“No you can't,” you said.

“But mom-”

“We can talk about this later, little man,” Ubbe said.

“Dad did you bring something for me?” Asta asked.

“Of course, little princess,” he said.

“Asta, my heart, give some time to your father. He must be tired,” you said.

“Will you play with me later, dad?” she asked.

“Of course, but now why don't you go inside?” Ubbe said.

“Ugh you'll do that thing using your mouth with mamma. Come, Asta, I bet I can get at your room first,” Sigurd said and started running.

“Siiiig!” Asta started screaming while her little legs tried their best to move as faster as possible.

“They’re growing up so fast,” Ubbe said hugging you from behind.

“Yes, I think we can have another child now that Asta isn't a baby anymore,” you said turning around, without leaving his arms, winking playfully at him.

“That’s why I fell in love with you,” he said kissing you for the first time since he came back.

It was a passionate kiss, that automatically ignited a fire in your body. You missed him so badly.

“I don't think I told you enough but, you, Y/N, you make me the happiest man in Midgard,” he said giving little kisses all over your face.

“I can hear you saying that for a long time, you know?” you said smiling.

“I’m here to spoil you, my queen,”

“Good, now come with me. I'll prepare something for us to eat,” you said.

After the dinner Ubbe waited for the children to fall asleep before he went to your room.

You were already wearing your nightgown and undoing your braids when you felt his mouth on your neck kissing you slowly.

“How did you make them sleep that fast?” you asked.

“I don't know,” he said laughing.

Gods, how you missed his laugh. The sweet sound of his laugh.

“I missed you,” you said while he was stroking your hair.

“I missed you too, Y/N. Gods, I missed you so bad,” he said and his left hand pulled at your hair, making you whine lowly.

“Ubbe, the kids are sleeping,” you said trying to reason with him.

“So you better stay really quiet, otherwise I'll make sure to keep your pretty little mouth occupied,” he said and before you could protest he was already rubbing your clit with his skillful fingers.

“I can see how you missed me,” you said while he slid two fingers into your already soaked pussy.

“Something tells me that you missed me as bad as me,” he said curling his fingers hitting your g-spot repeatedly.

“Shit, Ubbe!” you said already feeling your orgasm building inside you.

“You’ll wake our children like this and I'd hate interrupt this,” he said covering your mouth with his left hand, suffocating your moans.

You made a mental note to thank him for this because if he wasn't doing this, you'd wake up not just your children, but probably the whole Kattegat.

“Come here, ride me. I want to make sure that tomorrow morning you'll be bearing my third child,” he said ripping your nightgown.

“I hate you, this was my favorite nightgown,” you said while you climbed up his lap.

Ubbe laughed and grabbed his cock by the base and started teasing your entrance with his tip.

“Can you fuck me at once?” you whined.

“You're so needy for my cock, aren't you?” he said sinking you down on his length.

You threw your head back, biting your bottom lip hard, trying hard not to moan. He guided his hands to your ass, squeezing and slapping it.

“So tight, so warm,” he said next to your ear, his hoarse voice sending goosebumps through your body.

“Ubbe,” you said riding him fast, because, again, you missed him badly.

“You’re so talkative today, huh?” he said guiding one of his hands to your neck, squeezing it tightly.

“Kinky bastard,” you said lowly.

“A kinky bastard that is eating you out real good, if you allow me to say,” he mocked you.

His cockiness was something that was both a turn on and something that got on your nerves. But at that moment? Just made you even wetter for him.

His cock was touching all the right places into your pussy, while you were riding him furiously, your nails cutting the skin on his shoulders. His hands were on your waist, helping your moves, making you bouncing on his cock.

“Will you cum for me, wife?” he asked with his hoarse voice overflowed with lust.

You nodded desperately while you could already feel your orgasm about to hit you definitely.

“Words,” he grunted.

Fucking bastard, you thought yourself.

“I-i will cum all over your cock,” you said trying not to stutter and failing anyways.

“Cum for me wife, let it go,” he said and started circling your clit fast and using a bit of pressure, exactly how you liked.

You hugged him and bite his shoulder, trying to suffocate your moan while your orgasm shook you from head to toes. Ubbe didn't last longer after your bite and how tightly your pussy clenched his cock.

You both waited for you to control your breath before saying something.

“I want another girl, beautiful like you. Do you think you can give me another princess?” he asked caressing your chin.

“Yes,” you said kissing him passionately.

“But I want another round. Just to make sure, you know?” he said.

“Just to make sure, my ass!” you said laughing.

“Oh trust me, I want that too,” he said winking playfully at you.

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Odal - Part 14

Fandom: Vikings

Paring: Ivar x Reader

Type: Viking Times

Word Count: 2535

Warnings: none

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A/N: This was somehow hard to write. But I had not much time this week between HEMA stuff and uni. The next part will probably not be out before next week, as I have an exam next week and should really not procrastinate with writing.

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Summary: When you were just a child, you had been adopted by two shieldmaidens, as one of six sisters. Now, all grown up, the lot of you join king Harald to avenge the death of Ragnar in England. A journey, that is going to change the life you’ve known before.

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The kiss you shared was neither passionate, nor intense, but shy, light and rather innocent. Nevertheless, it caused your heart to race in your chest, and flutter like the fragile wings of a butterfly.

The touch of his lips was brief, the sensation lost far too soon, and you opened your eyes slowly, as Ivar leaned back a bit, staring into your eyes with an unbelieving, and open expression in his blue ones.

“You.. really want this?” he asked, his voice low and soft, his brows furrowing slightly.

You were taken aback by his words for a moment, not knowing what to say. If someone should be doubting anyone, it should be you doubting that he wanted you, as he was a prince after all, and you nothing more than a shieldmaiden, with no known clan or family behind you.

“Why wouldn’t I?” you asked, honestly confused, while your hand found his, that was still resting on your knee. His fingers were so cold, even though he was wearing bracers, and you wondered how he was not shaking from the cold.

“Because I am..” he started, but stopped, turning his face away.

Now it clicked in your head.

“Because of your legs? Is that it?” you guessed, and you had guessed right, as Ivar turned his gaze back towards you. The expression in his eyes told you everything you needed to know.

You licked over your dry lips, before you sighed, looking down at your connected hands as you interlaced your fingers with his. Squeezing his hand slightly, you finally met his blue eyes again.

“What I think is, that you are who you are, that you are a great and wise warrior, not despite your legs, but because of them.” You started, your words clear and calm, your eyes wandering from one of his to the other. “You would not be you without them. You would be maybe.. a brute like Bjorn, or soft like Ubbe.” That made him chuckle.

A smile appeared on your face, and you tilted your head at Ivar, who seemed as if he was contemplating your words. You were glad that you seemed to reach through to him, and that he took you seriously. He often disregarded the opinions of his brothers, so it meant a lot to you that he did not the same to you.

“So.. you don’t believe it is a curse, like everyone else?” he finally asked.

You thought for a moment.

“No.” you said after a short while, shaking your head lightly. “No, I think it just shows that you are, just like the rest of your family, touched by the gods. Gudrun has told me the tales of your family, of the Volsungs, of Sigurd and Brunhild, your mother’s parents. You are just like one of them. And considering how Gudrun has described your grandfather to me, you look very much like him.” You explained.

Ivar raised his eyebrows, hearing your words.

“I may look like him, but I am not like Sigurd, slayer of Fafnir.” He started. “I can’t walk, my legs are useless. And I.. I can’t..” he stopped, looking away once more. You were not sure if it was the cold, but it seemed as if his cheeks were reddening slightly, and he pursed his lips as if he was embarrassed.

“Your brother’s eye was not normal. It looked strange, and was different, yet no one said it was a curse, but a sign that both of his ancestors were dragon-slayers. No one had pity with him.” You started again, hoping that he was still listening to you. “Your legs don’t make you weak, or unable to do things. You can still crawl, can you not? And your arms are so strong, they could probably crush any man. You fight and lead a great army, no matter if you can stand up or not.” You said firmly, shaking your head. “Frankly, you’d be too tall anyways, if you actually could stand upright.”

Ivar rolled his eyes at you, but laughed.

“My legs may still be a curse, but the gods seem to have truly blessed me with you, have they not?”

You could not supress a grin, looking down at your interlaced hands once more.

“It was fate.” You then said, your thumb stroking over the back of Ivar’s calloused fingers. “I dreamt of it. Let us see where else it takes us.”

You went back to the villa without Ivar, after exchanging more sweet nothings with each other, and him promising you conquer at least one town in your name. You felt as if you had no warmth left in your bones, even though there was a warm, fuzzy feeling deep in your chest.

Ivar had said that he wanted to stay a bit longer, to think, but you guessed that he still felt embarrassed by the thought of having to crawl back next to you. You did not ask, however, wanting to give him the time he needed to accept that you truly did not care about his condition.

And you truly did not. There was so much else he was besides the crippled prince, it seemed more like a small blemish on an otherwise mighty sword, compared to all his other traits. Others would have died as a child, but he had survived, and become stronger than most men you knew.

There was his anger too, of course, but you had a feeling that now, after the death of his brother and your words, he might start to learn to control it, and not let it control him.

Arriving in the villa, you did not know what to think. It was one thing to kiss in the tranquillity of the countryside with no one but the gods around to witness your actions, but a whole different matter of what would be once you met among the army again. You had to talk with someone about it, someone who would understand you.

Asta did not like Ivar very much, and mistrusted him greatly, so you could already imagine what she would say, if you would tell her about what had just occurred. Yeva would probably make fun of it, or ask suggestive questions that would even make the hardiest of warriors blush. Hallgrim on the other hand would not like to hear any of it, as she did not have time for romance, or the patience to deal with men. You remembered her once breaking the nose of a boy who tried to kiss her, when you were younger. Hrafna might understand you, has she also chosen a man with a rather grim reputation, but you did not know if she could give you any useful council. She was in love, alright, so much that she left everything behind for the man of her dreams, but empathy never had been one of her strong suits.

So Gudrun it was, lovely and wise Gudrun. She had both heart and head, was romantic but also smart enough to know when infuriation put a spell on you to alter your judgement. Also, you thought, she was the only one really aware of the feelings you had developed for Ivar in the past weeks, and the only one who knew about your dreams and visions.

You had to ask around a bit, but you finally found Gudrun in one of the many rooms of the villa now used by the army, where she was weaving, helped by two slave girls.

“Can I talk to you?” you asked, after opening the door, causing her to look up at you. You entered fully, taking off your coat and rubbing your cold fingers together, happy that inside the thick walls it was at least a bit warmer than outside.

“Of course, sister.” She smiled. “Leave us.” She then said towards the slaves, who promptly put down their work and did as asked, closing the door behind them. You pursed your lips, sitting down on a wide chair, Gudrun taking the one opposite of yours. Between the two of you was a low table, a game of Hnefatafl sitting upon it.

“So?” Gudrun asked, tilting her head, her beautiful blond hair flowing over her shoulder. “What is on your mind?”

“Ivar kissed me.” You said directly, leaning back in your chair, after picking up the delicately carved figure of the king of the board in front of you.

Gudrun’s mouth opened, but no sound came out. She looked a bit like a fish, as she stared at you, apparently not sure if she should smile of scream. Ultimately, she laughed.

“And that is good, no?” she asked, mustering your face, as if your expression alone would give her all the answers she needed. But knowing Gudrun, that was probably the case anyways.

“Yes, I think it is.” You turned the small white, bone-carved figure in your hands.

“So, it sounds to me that you are not very concerned about that dream of yours anymore?” your sister’s eyes squinted, and she tilted her head to the other side. It was not a statement, but a question.

You sighed deeply, dropping your hands into your lap.

“It is fate, is it not?” you shrugged. “It does not matter if it concerns me or not, or how I decide, no? The outcome will be the same.” You leaned forward again, replacing the small figure in the centre of the board. “That being said, I did see the serpent again. But this time, it did not scare me.”

Gudrun smiled at your words, nodding slowly.

“Then it is good. If it still frightened you, I would have suggested to break it off before it even starts. But be careful nevertheless, Y/N. Asta is not wrong in not completely trusting the princes, they do have a certain reputation.” The woman raised her eyebrows for a moment.

You groaned, rolling your eyes. That was a comment you had rather expected from Yeva, not Gudrun.

“I really do not think that this reputation you’re talking about applies to Ivar. As far as I heard, it is Ubbe and Hvitserk who are racing to catch every woman’s skirt.”

“Indeed.” Gudrun chuckled. “And I admit that I am very surprised that neither of them has tried, as of yet, to seduce our dear Rus girl.” She shook her head, but her face grew a bit more serious again. “Still, take you time. Make sure it truly is fate. A lot has happened lately, and I don’t want him to use you as a mere distraction from him killing his brother. And I also don’t want you to suffer the same end as Sigurd, because you spoke thoughtlessly to him.”

You looked down at the Hnefatafl board between you, your fingers stroking over one of the black figures at the border.

“I don’t think that he would hurt me. I always speak honestly and directly, and not always in the nicest way, I admit that. Still, he has never raised his hand, axe or even voice against me.” You stated, looking back at your sister, who nodded slowly.

“Then let us hope that it will stay this way.” Gudrun seemed as if she wanted to add something to that, but she was interrupted by the door swinging open.

In the doorway was Hrafna, dressed only in a black tunic and trousers, her flaming her as always complicatedly braided out of her face and into a long, bead decorated braid. On her lips, she carried a very broad smile.

“Sisters! I’ve got to show you something!” she started, closing the door behind her and walking towards where you and Gudrun were sitting.

“What is it?” you asked, raising an eyebrow. You had not seen her this excited for quite a while, especially as the tension between her and the rest of you was still not completely resolved.

“This!” she just said, before she grabbed the hem of her black tunic, pulling it over her head in one swift move.

You raised your second eyebrow now, and opened your mouth slightly in awe, as you had now a good view of what she wanted to show you.

On both of her shoulders, going towards her chest, were two large, fresh and still slightly bloody tattoos. Two ravens, spreading their wings, their bodies going down her upper arms, while the beaks went along her collarbones. They were accompanied by intricate designs and runes, spelling out the names of Odin’s ravens, Hugin and Munin.

For a moment, you did not know what to say, as your eyes simply wandered along the black lines on her pale skin. You knew that these were Hrafna’s first tattoos, and that she had thought about getting one for a long time. She had never been sure about the motive, as she wanted every single one to have a meaning to her.

It seemed pretty fitting to you, considering that her name meant raven, that she would get Thought and Memory forever painted onto her skin.

“They are very beautiful.” Gudrun finally spoke up, raising from her seat to muster them from up close.

“Now you clearly look Viking when you travel to the new world.” You smiled sadly, still not over the news of her departing.

“Don’t be sad, little one. I will bring you lots of gifts and treasure from down there.” Hrafna tilted her head. “Just promise me that you will take care of my favourite.” With that she looked over to Gudrun, who was now standing next to her.

“She would not need to take care of me, if you would simply stay.” The blond one shook her head, her fingers trailing the lines now forever decorating Hrafna’s body.

“We’ve talked about this. I.. I want to see the world with Halfdan. I want to see what else Midgard has to offer. The places in the Mediterranean are filled with heat and sunlight, sand, new smells and tastes, and such unimaginable beauty and cultures.. I just want to see it all.” Hrafna explained once again, finally pulling her tunic over her head again.

“I know, Hrafna, I know. But I still can’t understand why you just can’t take me with you, then.” Gudrun started to turn away, hide her tears, but Hrafna pulled her back,wrapping her arms around the shorter one.

“Because I can’t promise that I can keep you safe there.” She started, pressing a kiss on Gudrun’s freckled cheek. “And I promised you that I will never let harm come your way ever again, remember?”

Gudrun just nodded, now also hugging her sister back.

“Just as there are many wonders to see, there will also be many dangers. Not knowing what will wait for us in the Mediterranean is exciting, but also very frightening. And I could not live with myself, if anything would happen to you. I would ride to Hel and back to keep you safe, and you know that.” Hrafna finally let go of the blond one, mustering her face.

With a sad smile, the red head raised her hands, wiping off the stray tears on Gudrun’s cheeks.

“Don’t cry. I will come back. I promise.”

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