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coffeefiction · 1 year

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Love Binds (Wally x Reader) Pt 3

Here is Part 3, things are getting a bit interesting, it might be a bit confusing too, I forgot to mention that I like putting references on my work sooooooooo do keep a look out for that

Would they play a part in the story? We honestly don't know-

TW: Blood, Fire, character death(s), Angst

This page has been touched by the lonely, the spiral, the end, the desolation, and the eye, please be warned

To the people that wanted to have a happy part 3, I am so so sorry to disappoint you all-

Ps: I appreciate everyone's love for the story and their patience, sorry that it took a while to post part 3 but here it is and I hope you all enjoy!

(There is a song at some point but it is more there as a sort of guide for me that I did not took out, it's called "Youth" by Daughter, lovely song by the way)

{ Part 1 Part 2 [Part 3] Part4 }

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Weeks passed and Wally had never felt so numb, once a joyous man slowly spiral down into sadness and despair. Memories of you linger around his mind, walking like it owned the place and maybe it did...Maybe you had always that effect on him, it's no wonder how you guys hit it off instantly when you two found out that the other lived in the same neighborhood even though you two barely knew each other in college. You were always a force he wasn't scared to be around with....memories of your laughter and smiles toward him were something he cherish the most.......W̴̨̤̮̭͎̋͗ͅh̷͚́͠y̷̡̟̯̰̬̿͛́̔̔̚ ̵̖̉̿ï̶̡͎̩̃̑͒̚s̸͔̥̩̒ ̵̢͚͔̟̬̪̂̓͊͂̍͝í̵̝̗͂̍̂̕ţ̴̉̄͊̚̕ͅ ̶̼̘̜́s̵͉͈̝̑̏͂̒̔̕o̵͖̻̊̍͋̆̀̍ ̸̫̻̟͕̭̒̽̋͗̍̐h̵͚̎̿̚ḁ̵̢͔̩̗̪̈̃̐̋r̸̲͍̻̃͊d̴͚̮̤̣̓ ̴̻̺̻̥̞̏̑͒̍ͅt̶̩̦̟̃̉́o̶̦̩̝̪̳̮͑̒̃̓͠ ̷̤̮̼̽̇͒̾ȓ̴̗̗̬̞ͅḛ̵̼̯͒m̷̖͈̟̻̞̎͠e̸̪̥̅̃͘m̴̫̜͈̺̻͖̉̉̿̐̚b̷̞͚̟̫̩̌̅̿̆ẻ̸͈͓̱̙̫̠̈͆̇r̶͎͔͔̣̰̈́̈́?̵̨̻̩͙̟͉̌̄̿̍̀.̷̡̛̤̦̦̀̿͊̈́̆ͅ.̶̢͙̤̟̬̎͜.̶̨̟̭̙̰͎́͐̇̀͌

As time moves, regret and anger filled him, not towards you....never towards you...he...he cares too much to even direct that to you...

It was towards himself...He was careless, he lost you and he didn't even notice it, did not notice it until it was too late. He had reached a point where he refused to interact with anyone, just staying inside his home and wallowing in this sadness and grief he feels. When all of your friends found that, they were shocked then slowly....they realized the things he had realized...At first, they thought he was pulling a joke, but there was no laughter nor were there in smiles in the first place...

Wally's friends would try their best to get him to leave his home but after the second week, all had decided to leave Wally on his own, and let him process things at his own pace oddly enough, Wally appreciated that, he needed to process things, get his thoughts right.

But Veronica would visit him to check on him, she doesn't try to coax him out of his house but she would accompany him, making sure he doesn't feel lonely. Wally would allow it, welcoming his friend inside his home and the two would either talk or just sit in silence, a comfortable silence as Wally either paints or simply just sit down to gather his thoughts.

And the cycle would repeat, a routine he and Veronica had fallen in. He appreciated it, not saying he doesn't appreciate his other friends' efforts but he wants someone that wouldn't just make him pull himself together just cause. So Veronica just simply accompanying him was enough for him.

More time passes and he longs for you, he longs for that laughter of yours, your silly jokes, your presence. Why did everything end like this? How did everything end like this?...

He's not sure anymore...

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Shadows settle on the place that you left Our minds are troubled by the emptiness

Wally stood in the middle of the room, looking at you. You stood in front of Wally with a sad look, hugging yourself as the room is filled with mist and fog, cradling you as if you were its child.

Destroy the middle, it's a waste of time From the perfect start to the finish line

Slowly, you turn you back on him, walking into the thick fog. He tried to grab you, follow you as the mist slowly engulf you. He called out your name, begging you to come back. With one final look at Wally, you walk into the fog, an acceptance to the situation you were in.

And if you're still breathing, you're the lucky ones 'Cause most of us are heaving through corrupted lungs

Wally falls on his knees, sobbing and breathing heavily as the fog hugs him, cold and damp just as how he remembers. He cried out, wanting this feeling to stop. He falls on the hardwood floor as darkness clouded his vision.

Setting fire to our insides for fun Collecting names of the lovers that went wrong

Shooting up, he gasp, looking around as smoke filled the room. Coughing, he tried to stand up and look around. The room was engulfed in fire. He called out to someone...a name he can't seem to remember...

Running up the stairs, looking and shouting a name he can't hear himself say but he's saying it, and his crying as he says it.

Pictures of people that he feels like he knows hang on the walls. One where there was a man and a woman with him, both seems to look just like him.

One was where it seem to be when he was young, barely seven...that's specific...

He ignored it, he ignore the photos that hang even if they felt familiar to him.

We are the reckless, we are the wild youth

He hears people shouting from the outside, begging him to get out, to leave the place but he continued. Looking from room to rom, he's begging.

Slowly, his visions blur once again. Falling down to his knees, coughing as smoke filled the room even more. Slowly he falls, hitting the floor once more.

Chasing visions of our futures One day we'll reveal the truth

Gasping as he awakens from another, he looks around. Rain falls and gray angry clouds filled the horizon. He called out someone's name as he stand up. He holds his shoulder, feeling pain in it like it has been stabbed or shot...Maybe it did? He can feel the blood and can smell it but why does it feel like it isn't his?...

He continues with his venture, walking and shouting someone's name once more. Who's name is he shouting?... He shakes his head, trying to clear away that blocking mist.

Slowly....he can hear the name he was shouting...

And slowly...he saw who he was looking for....

That one will die before he gets there

And if you're still bleeding, you're the lucky ones

"(Y/N)!!" He shouted, running towards the body that lays on the ground, tears streaming down his face as he almost trips getting to you...

"no no no no no!" He pulled the cold body close to him, holding the wound that seems to spill blood everywhere....He feels tired too...

He called out your name, begged and cried for it, for you to wake up...Why aren't you waking up!?...

'Cause most of our feelings, they are dead and they are gone We're setting fire to our insides for fun

He held you close, sobbing and begging as the rain continues to fall down the the both of you. The forest was silent except for the rain. He look up and beg to whatever god is out there to bring you back...to take him instead of you...

"Please....."

"Not them....they all that I have left..."

We're setting fire to our insides for fun Collecting pictures from a flood that wrecked our home It was a flood that wrecked this

And He was back to that house, people arguing as he hides behind the wall. He listens in.

"This is the problem, Wallace!! You are so paranoid!!"

"If I am paranoid then explain to me will you!!"

"Explain what exactly?! Explain that my husband is a paranoid lunatic?!"

"Who was that man you were with Willow..."

Silence fills the room as Wally looks into the kitchen where his mother and father were.

"Wallace, for the last time, he was just a friend!!"

"If he was a friend then why were you making out?! Willow for god sake! WE have been married for how long now exactly?! We have a son!!"

"THAT thing is not my son!!"

"Don't even start-"

"NO WALLACE!! THAT thing upstairs is not MY son!!"

Wally simply looks as the younger version of him runs upstairs, alerting the two, and was soon followed by the man he deems as his father, calling out his name and glaring at his nasty mother that had done nothing but insult and ridiculed him growing up.

Slowly, he walks away, going through a door. Ignoring the woman who decided to leave the stove open, ignoring as how the room was slowly engulfed with fire.

Well, I've lost it all, I'm just a silhouette I'm a lifeless face that you'll soon forget

He had lost sight of many things growing up, excused people's poor behavior towards himself till you came into his life, till you gave him a push that he needed to finally acknowledge that there was something wrong based on how he grew up. Years of friendship with you did him a good thing, a better thing, more than everyone in his life had done...

So why is it so hard to see you now?.....

My eyes are damp from the words you left Ringing in my head, when you broke my chest

Tears once again fall down his face, damp by the words that leave his mind, he cried as he watches both the young version of himself and the one that lost you to a point where it felt like you died...

The ringing soon followed, as both begged for the person they love to come back, the person that accepted him as himself....

Ringing in my head, when you broke my chest

More ringing as he felt something inside of him shatter like a glass.

Cracking even more as he watches...

The fog was back, hugging and cradling him as if he was its son....this time he was alone...

And if you're in love, then you are the lucky one

"Wally?"

He turns to the voice and there you sat down with him under the tree, up upon a cliff that overlooks the neighborhood you both live in. Up upon that cliff where he fell in more than one way...

"You alright there?"

Gentle as always, you ask him. He smiles at you, a loving one " I'm alright neighbor"

"Be honest with me Mister or I swear-" He laughs " Or what??" he tease as he nudges you, tempting you.

You simply rolled you eyes at him with a smile, leaning against him as you both look down at the neighborhood. He looks down at you, wanting and wishing to stay at this moment, a moment where it's just you and him, a moment where he still had you and you still had him.

But not everything can stay how he want it to be...

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The birds chirp from the outside, the sun was slowly rising up to greet the neighborhood. Wally rises up from his bed, rubbing his eyes as he stared outside tiredly. He lets out a heavy sigh, letting his hair fall down.

After a few minutes of staying in bed and debating with himself, he finally stood up and left the comfort of his bed. Walking to a door to get himself ready for the day while fixing a picture that hang on the wall as he walked by it.

A picture of you and Wally up upon a cliff, underneath a tree, overlooking the neighborhood.

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I hope you all enjoyed this!!

By the way, how are the colors and fonts treating you guys?

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jadeittic · 1 year

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hi love idk if you’ve already done this but i was wondering if you could do some tyler galpin dating hcs??? <33

(hc) DATING TYLER GALPIN

-- sorry in advance yall 😁😁😁

WARNINGS: swearing is part of my language atp

◦ we all know he’d be the sweetest boy ever

◦ IM TALKING ABOUT GOLDEN RETRIEVER JONATHAN FROM HOTEL TRANSYLVANIA.

◦ pet names such aaaaaaas: honey, sweetheart, or just dude

◦ forehead forehead forehead kisses im telling u

◦ with cheek rubs to follow after 😭

◦ morning, afternoon, night or literally every hour texts

tyler:

hi baby

i just finished my shift

can i come over

pls

tyler:

YNNNN

you arent going to believe what happened today

◦ he lets you pick out his clothes for him cuz he sucks at fashion

◦ he wouldnt even complain anymore bcs every time you pick out an outfit, it always looks like hes about to go to a gala

◦ binge watching mcu every weekend

◦ he’s team iron man and im not letting anyone tell me otherwise

◦ he couldnt get over tony's death for about a week after watching a:eg for the first time

◦ he’d also buy you both matching pjs for when youre both having a night with each other

◦ youre both sooooooooo in love the movie youve both been watching has been forgotten due to making out 😢😢

◦ and not to be biased or anything but i just know he listens to 1d

◦ HE ADORES NIALL.

◦ take me home is his fav album

◦ and u both having mini concerts :))

◦ after that, tyler would bake or make you a little snack

◦ and that motherfucker knows how to bake im not even joking anymore

◦ his cinnamon rolls are so ‼‼‼ it makes you dance in your seat and bombard him wt compliments which makes him just laugh it off

◦ pretty humble guy if i do say so myself

◦ but he’d have these moments where if youre teasing him he’d just go

“how can you hate a person with a face like this?” — “me? really? you think this handsome, smart, perfect man would steal your food?”

◦ hes not good with pick up lines.

◦ hes so awkward for someone who teases their lover

◦ literally after he tries the pick up lines he will shy away from embarrassment and hide himself in your shirt hehe

◦ hes fr my fav typa guy 😁😁

◦ HE'D ALWAYS HAVE HIS HAND IN YOUR JACKET POCKET, even ur ass pocket 😏😏, but his fav is holding your hand and putting them in his jacket pocket its so cute shfs

◦ and just staring at him with obvi love while hes on his shift at weathervane

◦ poor boy was getting distracted cuz he was both eager to be with you and stressed from cleaning up the dry coffee that spilt on the floor

◦ to the point that after his shift, he was practically dragging you out of the café

◦ weekly movie dates with tyler >>>

◦ you two literally cant watch a full movie together cuz halfway through youre both giggling and making jokes

◦ oorrrrrr you both would leave halfway the movie to eat at the nearest fast food place LMAO

◦ yn n tyler > the world

◦ honestly the cutest couple if youd ask some of the people in jericho

◦ tyler’s fav thing made about you both is the ship nameeeee

◦ he fucking adores it

◦ and the boy fucking adores u too

#wednesday #wednesday x reader #wednesday addams x reader #tyler galpin x reader #xavier thorpe x reader #enid sinclair x reader #bianca barclay x reader #ajax petropolus x reader #jadeittic

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mychemicalraymance · 2 years

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the outfits have been doing SOOOOOOOOO much for the band btw. it’s like genuinely the smartest maneuvering of pop culture i can think of from such a big band. like how theyre doing the mcr legacy overlapping with addressing the fans overlapping with addressing the retrospective gender performance is so clever. i dont think i could come up with a way for the band to be itself in the modern culture landscape in a more satisfying way like this is ALL so unexpected but so in character which is why... its so perfect

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nights-at-crystarium · 1 year

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Fragments - episodes 15-18 author notes

Shall we sit back and go over the recent episodes together? C:

You can find similar breakdown posts on older episodes in my pinned!

Obligatory ShB spoiler warning.

Any theme song enjoyers? I associate this song with this moment, and generally with Exarch’s longing and excitement that can’t be shown. “And in my usual voice, I say, there you are”.

Go away grandpa, you crashed an otherwise perfect party :’>

Had this followed the msq more closely, i.e. had Feo Ul not been the first to find Vivi, or had it happened in an environment more familiar to him, he might've asked Exarch if he's shy, or just ugly. Kinda like if you’re a bully in your school, you might still wanna keep a low profile in a new school.

Vivi treads lightly in a new world, at least tries to. He doesn't yet know how thick or thin is the ice under his feet.

Exarch doesn’t know about the tree since he was busy waiting for Vivi in the Ocular, having just finished the summoning spell, tense and giddy, hood up and all. Minutes passed, nothing happened, then Exarch started getting antsy and finally turned on his tv to find Vivi in Lakeland.

“Hey it could’ve been your spine” I hope is clear: as in Vivi could’ve landed on Lyna instead of the aforementioned tree, not a threat to snap her spine in a fight. He knows better than taunting random people.. Moreover, people stronger than him x’D

Artist achievement unlocked: managed to make a hooded person look expressive. IN THE BACK VIEW.

SPROUT?!

He’s more cute than he deserves to be here and you’ll perceive him.

Being at the end of the episode, “we’re friends, yes” is the first and only line almost nonchalantly tossed to Vivi! Exarch wanted to buy time and observe him, how he’s changed, how’s best to approach him now.

..And Vivi needs rest and new clothes, he spent AN ENTIRE DAY in one outfit. We've seen him around several people so far, and, while he's always genuine, he's the most himself with Exarch, even at this early stage.

But yeah, he’s jaded, regrets many choices in his life and wants his money back.

Vivi's tailored for this ship. Before I even knew that I wanted to write a comic of this size, I asked myself, what condition does he need to be in at the beginning of ShB for the chemistry to happen? The answer was, well, "terrible". I’ve got the juicy deets, but you’d have to be patient and keep an eye out for more flashbacks sprinkled in throughout the story.

What matters now is that, finally, both of them are sufficiently tired to start noticing something else than gremlins in each other.

Have fun living with the knowledge that there’s no face where it’s supposed to be :>

Exarch has a way with the fae: don't flinch, offer them something nice. He offers rest to Vivi without hesitation, as soon as he sees his emotionally battered state. And, oh, he’s still an archer, landing that perfect shot first try. This here is a genuine spark of interest, surprise and gratitude in Vivi’s eyes.

I went balls deep with the visual subtext here. Despite being shown up close, Vivi’s broody face takes on a secondary role as his mind literally closes in on Exarch in that moment, on the mystery man that’s suddenly so unlike the rest. Even if he’s yet another quest-giver, even if shit’s on fire, he allows Vivi to go? Rest? Have some time for himself???? Exarch is, or is about to become, his only light in the darkness :3c

Exarch’s stiff posture is also intended here. He must’ve rehearsed this scene sooooooooo many times, he was prepared for hostility, interrogation, tantrums, but this Warrior’s indifferent and just wants to leave?

Magical boy de-transformation! Headcanon time, two of them even.

Firstly, the Tower can register living presence in its vicinity, a passive ability which Exarch can casually tap into. Being aware of an entire city’s population is, mildly put, overwhelming, thus he’s learned to shrink the “radar” area down to his Ocular, or wherever he’s at the moment and whenever he actually needs it. He feels that Vivi’s indeed left, therefore he can safely remove the hood.

Secondly, the hood shadow’s magicked. The panel above demonstrates how it’d look naturally, if it were a normal shadow. But he casts a pitch black glamour that also extends to his hair.

Just a cool crystal flare that I feel like showing off :>

None of you would believe me now if I said this isn't a horny scene? Although this looks lewd, for someone who’d spent a century clinging to memories and tales the lingering scent is just another confirmation that all of this's real. He can't even touch the WoL (or so he thinks), the scent could be the most he ever gets. Bearing in mind the stress of the day, I genuinely don’t think that he’s in the mood here. But no worries, he’ll get plenty of horny opportunities later on :>

The subtle characterization in the way he opens a door to a supposedly empty, still unknown room.

An unironically normal reaction to the Light, and shadowbringing \o/

This. This goes into my personal collection of the best vivifaces I’ve drawn.

He’s quick to react to a threat (?) popping out of nowhere in a supposedly safe room.

GOMU GOMU NOOOOOOO-

I know the arm’s too long, but I like to incorporate some animation princliples :>

The Champion of Eorzea uses a stick to cure a 100 years old depression, ca. 2023, colorized.

Vivi didn't mean to pierce him, actually. While the space's more than enough for living, it's still cramped for fighting as a dragoon, and he simply misjudged the distance while spinning around and lunging at the source of that eerie voice. There’s also an ooc explanation: I couldn’t quite align all of this in one frame, and thought hey, Ardbert’s a ghost, it’s okay to pierce him!

Both are quick to handwave the fact, and let’s be honest, self-defense of that sort must be a mundane thing for a WoL.There’s more important stuff to discuss. Both are desperate to vent to someone they could trust. They may disagree on things, but generally they vibe pretty well with Ardbert.

A lil shoutout to @agent-jaselin for commenting this under the respective episode. I almost forgot to point it out while making this post. Vivi tries to see if he can relate to another WoL, if his struggles are valid, or if he’s overreacting to a typical hero life. Ardbert had a whole friend group adventuring alongside him, the Scions don’t measure up unfortunately, on top of that Vivi (emotionally) stays the fuck away from anyone post-ARR for their own protection (and his own if he ends up losing someone else), so it’s not quite the same experience for him.

One of the few redeeming qualities: Vivi keeps his word. This's gonna be relevant in like 2025 :'>

He baby, THAT’S his problem.

From pointing his spear at him to comfortably undressing and falling asleep in his vicinity. Ardbert's possibly the first man to be asked to stay and not get laid by Vivi :’>

While the Crystarium and its people seem nice, it’s still Vivi’s first day (one loooooong day since the beginning of chapter 2) in a brand new world, and Ardbert’s the only somewhat familiar person here. A ghost? Even better. The supernatural’s easier to deal with and is less likely to backstab you.

The sweet-voiced hooded guy says that it’s okay, that he’s safe here.... Yeah that on itself is a flag for our mr doubter. He’s grown reasonably paranoid since ARR, (almost) everything he does has a nice cynical-flavored logic to it.

While this’s a wolgraha comic, it’d be bland without support characters. Ardbert doesn’t play a massive role in this particular story, still you’ll keep seeing him here and there.

The next several episodes focus on the main two and Feo Ul, they’ll claw their way in even if they were left out x’D

#shb spoilers #ffxiv #ffxiv: fragments #fragment ii: new world old friend #fragments talk #vivien rell #crystal exarch #g'raha tia #feo ul #lyna #ardbert #wol x g'raha tia #wolgraha #own: next lvl #ardbert hylfyst

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neopuppy · 8 months

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can I ask what your all time favorite outfit of jeno is ? 🙏🏼

thats a very difficult question to answer….but

Hot Sauce styling was soooo soooooooo soooooooooooooo good for Jeno. every look was giving emo e-boy, the fake earrings too, Celine boxers, low rise jeans showing off his V-line. Hot Sauce era Jeno will go down in history.

I’m not a big fan of the school boy look/outfits but the letterman jock style…thats nice. makes for great sports related delusions. he looks really good in a varsity jacket, I always like that look on him

whatever this type of style is for him, its rare to see but I love him in well-fitted clothes, preferably with styled hair(not a fan of the bangs on him). he has such a trim waist and nice balanced proportions, so I think clothes rly shaped to his body look great on him. he pulls off this more mature look too bc he has such a strong face. I’d like to see him experiment with more of this!

hands down my favorite outfits/styling was Glitch Mode/Beatbox era especially with this hair. he was very fitted to *my* type here. I feel he pulls off the alternative look very good and darker clothes really brightens up his complexion. he looked extra dreamy during this period, like I was insane fr😅 I cant find the pics but that look from the German kpop fest back then in the pink jacket😩😩😩 HE LOOKED SOOOOOOOOOO GOOD IN THAT OUTFIT

(these last two are my pictures, too lazy to look for fan-site ones) TDS2 stage outfits, because he looked like the goth e-boy of my dreams, if only he had black hair these looks would have been😮‍💨 MIND BLOWING. I was very impressed with him participating in designing the backless shirt too, the 3 variations we got to see of it + the choker, he’s sooooooooo my style like that.

I like him best just in sweats, sneakers, CHILLING WITH NO MAKEUP ON, THATS WHEN UR THE PRETTIEST, whatever Drake said. he looks soooooo soooooooo sooooooooo good in every dance practice or concert rehearsal stuff like his laid back style is😮‍💨 sexy. Jeno in muscle tees and sweats😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨💘💘💘💘💘💘💕💕💕💕

he can pull off anything I mean….his bodies perfect, great for modeling any clothing🥹💚

#asks

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ninjahiccups · 8 months

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The Songbird of Asgard

Chapter 14: Interlude: Chained

AO3 Masterlist Word Count: 4.9k Warnings: Implied adult content, but nothing explicit or described. Odin being an asshole (but we're expecting that).

This one is more of a bridge between this arc and the next, so it's a little shorter. But these last three chapters are coming in quick succession sooooooooo ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

The blissful night had met its end, nothing more than the heated air and moonlight leftover from the heartfelt exchange between them. There were only two bodies in Heimdall's bed, facing each other and holding one another close enough that they may as well have been one being. Eivor was giving him time to sit in silence, aware that he didn't have any way to express the well of emotions bubbling in him. But she could see that he was at peace, hands lazily wandering over her waist and through her hair, occasionally planting a firm kiss on the top of her head. She had no idea exactly what he was thinking, settling into the silence while he figured out how to proceed.

With that inability to guess what he was thinking, she had no clue that he was considering how…unfortunate things would be after such a night. Their current routines no longer felt sufficient. To know that he would leave in the morning, unsure if she would return to her cabin for some time or if she would be waiting for him here, to realize that there was still so much separation between their lives…it was an unspeakable pain stabbing at his gut. A pain that fueled an impulse decision.

No warning or introduction offered, Heimdall blurted out softly, "I want this every night."

Eivor could only laugh. "That sounds exhausting."

"Not that."

He was so serious, enough to gain Eivor's full attention. She followed his lead and he scooted back from her, stopping just far enough that he could see her face. His smile, so soft and loving, made her stomach flip and her heart nearly stopped. It was such a sweet expression, one he had displayed on occasion, but never this intensely.

"This," he began, meeting her puzzled gaze. "To have you in my arms every night, and know I'll see you as soon as I wake up every morning. To breathe the same air as you, to know that you'll be here enough for me to devote every free moment to you. That's what I want. You."

It was difficult to keep eye contact as he spoke. She knew what he was saying. He wanted to be certain that their nightly arrangements were no longer "arrangements." He wanted this to be their lives. Doing her best to hold back the kiss she wanted to throw at him, she played coy, pressing him to come out and say it in a way he hadn't been able to. Eyes drawing down briefly, she looked back up at him with a teasing grin. "Are…you asking me to live with you? Is that it?"

Heimdall felt a smirk coming on. She wanted to tease, did she? Well, he certainly knew of a method he'd used twice before that would serve as a perfect counter. Shifting back just a hair, he plastered on a dramatically apologetic look and withdrew his hands. "Oh, yes, of course." Eivor barely let out a hum in confusion before he lifted up to rest on his elbow, looking down at her and holding up his hands like he was attempting to calm her. "Pardon me, how could I forget that you like to do these things formally. Please excuse my negligence."

She knew exactly where this was going. Sighing with exasperation and brow furrowing in annoyance, Eivor also rose to one elbow as she pleaded, "No, Heimdall, not this again."

"Now, now, I'm only tending to your needs with this." He had to hold back a chuckle when she rolled her eyes and exhaled her frustration. Clearing his throat with his knuckles pressed against his lips for added effect, he bellowed, "I, Heimdall, the Scion of the Aesir, Watchman of the Gods, Keeper of Gjallarhorn, and Herald of Ragnarok," said with extra emphasis and lifting his head theatrically, "do hereby humbly request —"

With two fingers on her temple, Eivor grumbled, "There's nothing humble about this."

"Don't interrupt, love, it's rude." His chastising elicited a scoff that melted into a giggle as she looked away and shook her head. Regaining the same exaggerated tone, he continued, "Do hereby humbly request that you…" A brief pause while his face softened and his voice died down to a loving whisper. "Eivor…"

The way he said her name with so much love and wonder made her look up again, her irritated grin melting into a warm smile. His hands reached out and took both of hers between his, eyes never leaving her. "Goddess of gold, beauty incarnate, bearer of my heart, and my beloved Songbird of Asgard…remain here, so that we may live as true lovers do." He gently brushed stray locks behind her ear, pausing between each phrase like they were too holy to force out all at once, "Stay. With me. Forever."

Eivor couldn't keep looking at him, not with the depths of love he displayed in his eyes as he beamed fondly at her. How was she supposed to keep herself calm when everything he said brought her heart to its knees? Even if it didn't, the fact that he said it so freely, not bothering to disguise it and pretend he was so uncaring and nonchalant…he just came out and said it. No funny language morphing it into something else. That was something he wouldn't have been able to do months ago, and she was so proud of him for growing this much.

Nerves making him impatient, Heimdall added smugly, "Was that good enough for you?"

It was hard for her to reply, her eyes already tearing up at the loving words. She tried to take a hand away to rub her eyes but he wouldn't let her go, still waiting for her answer. Looking down, she murmured, "You already know what I'll say."

"Maybe…but this was all just to satisfy your need for formality. It's only polite that you follow suit."

Her grin widened so much that her cheeks hurt. He wanted to hear her say it. He just couldn't admit it. And that was very, very cute to her. As much as she wanted to remain genuine, she chose to play along with his game. Straightening her back and painting on a true yet overly saccharine smile, she responded with the same tone he used, finding amusement in his eyes as she spoke. "I, Eivor, have heard the watchman's humble and not at all melodramatic request, and I am prepared to offer an answer. And that answer is…" Just like him she couldn't keep up the act, growing sincere while she leaned in closer. "Yes. I'll be here. At your side. Always."

She reveled in seeing his smile grow with each word before he dove in, meeting her in a passionate kiss, one that bore so much love that it was a wildfire compared to the candlelit night they just had together. He dragged her back down to the bed, his arms refusing to do anything but circle her waist and hold her so close that there was no space between them.

Just like that, everything was perfect. Despite this being an agreement to share a home Eivor couldn't help but compare this to marriage vows — a promise to keep their love and joy alive unto eternity, solely because it made them both happy.

There was no way things could sour after this.

Not until after the eavesdropping raven gave its report, at least.

The next day Heimdall had servants sent over to move Eivor's things into his cabin, an order that would absolutely stir up gossip considering how unorthodox it was for a couple that wasn't married. Of course, none of them would say any of it to her, fearful of Heimdall's judgment should he catch wind of their opinions. Truly, Eivor really couldn't care less about this being the talk of the town. Her focus was instead on making a home they would both be happy with, most of her day spent arranging her decorations to blend with his, organizing their shared spaces, daydreaming about always being so close to the god she never knew she would grow to love so much. It paid off, most of the cabin set up by the time Heimdall returned from his duties, finding her standing in the doorway to his — their bedroom, a hand on her chin as she examined the shelves around the alcove. Unable to hold back a grin, he stood behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist, glancing around at her handiwork. Eivor really didn't have too many things to add, yet she managed to incorporate them in a way that made them feel like they had always been there. She finally spoke up while gesturing to the shelves. "What do you think, too crowded?"

He offered a hum before kissing the top of her head. "Would you really change anything if I had complaints?"

"Only if I thought those complaints would keep coming back to annoy me."

All he could do was chuckle. He didn't have it in him to taunt her back when he was as happy as he was. When he leaned down to kiss her cheek she met him halfway, locking lips with all the joy the day had brought them.

That joy remained. For three weeks they settled into their new arrangements, feeling like things were so different even though only so much had changed. It was a time of peace and love, Heimdall being in such a good mood for so long that others were amazed at how…nonviolent he could be when he was irritated. Everything was so idyllic that it didn't seem real sometimes.

Eivor soon learned that, despite how things seemed, they weren't.

Just shy of a month after moving in with Heimdall she received word that Odin wanted to see her. An occasional event, but normal. No alarm bells rang, although the raven keeping a close eye on her as she made her way to the lodge felt more unsettling than usual. Then she knocked on the study door, entering once invited inside.

The All-Father stood by one of his bookshelves, about halfway between his desk and the door. As casual and warm as usual, Odin greeted, "Good to see you, Eivor. Anything new?"

She edged closer to him, trying to get a look at the books he had lying about. He never really let anyone get a decent look at his collection. "No, although I'm certain you would know if there was."

The All-Father gave her a low laugh, seeming to inflate with the compliment. "Wise words, my dear. And that's actually why I wanted to speak with you." No reply could be given as he wandered to the front of his desk, placing a few books down on it before turning back to her. She couldn't find any connection between his all-seeing nature and her. Not yet. "How's it been with Heimdall?"

"Wonderfully, in all honesty." Pause. "Is that what you want to speak about? Are you still concerned that I'm distracting him?"

Something twisted in Odin, she could see it even though his eyes remained on the books on his desk. His warm, friendly smile morphed into a more cynical one. "Observant and cunning, as always."

Slowly, almost lazily, he made his way around to the other side of his desk as Eivor stepped closer to it. "I understand your concern, All-Father, I do. But I assure you I want Heimdall to fulfill his duties as much as you do. He enjoys them, and I don't want to—"

"Oh I know, I know. It's not about the details anymore. Now we're looking at the bigger picture." He sat down, folding his hands in front of him.

Eivor shook her head, completely bemused. "I'm sorry, but I don't understand."

"Which is why I'm going to say it clearly this time."

This time? Meaning his first warning was merely a prelude to this?

Sitting straight in his chair, looking every bit like the king he was, Odin stated firmly and clearly, with a draconian tone, "First and foremost, Heimdall works for me. That's who. He. Is."

His hand shot up to silence her when she reached out in rage, having no fear of correcting the All-Father himself. Heimdall dedicated his life to Asgard, but he was so much more, and not even Odin could degrade him in such a way. Nonetheless, she obeyed him, keeping her arm suspended as he rested his elbows on the table, folding his hands in front of his chin.

Voice chilling, colder than the depths of Hel itself, he said one more thing.

"And I will do whatever is necessary to keep it that way."

Every molecule in the air froze, the sinister aura piercing down to her bones. Eivor's hand pulled back to curl into her chest as the horror draped over her expression, her breath and blood running cold.

He was threatening her.

For what? Loving Heimdall?

No, because Heimdall loved her.

If he was so against it, then why did he allow it? He even encouraged it at times. But now he was warning her that he would throw her away if she overstepped too much? That he would leave Heimdall alone and distressed yet still expect him to behave like a perfect servant? It was a cruelty that was beyond her comprehension.

It was then she remembered all the stories. All the tales of Odin's lies and tricks, the murder and obsessions. Now she knew that the gentle, at times bumbling old god he had shown everyone was not real. That Odin was the sham, and this was the real All-Father. He had fooled everyone in the realm, even Heimdall. And herself. She was now trapped in the web he had spun around everyone in the realms. He would destroy anyone as soon as it gave him an advantage.

Including Heimdall. Someday. He would take away everything that made Heimdall happy, trick him into keeping up his work regardless of his misery. Until Odin betrayed him.

If he hadn't already.

And that thought made her soul shake in panic.

The evil smile Odin wore could scare fire into fizzling out. "You're smart, you get the message."

Yes, she did.

Heimdall was his, and no one else's.

Robotically, head spinning from the violent turn things took, Eivor nodded. Every ounce of courage was drained, all rebellion in her evaporated. She couldn't maintain her bravery in the face of such a monster.

"Good. We have an understanding then." His smile returned to that deceivingly warm charm, making her shiver. He waved his hand uncaringly, but his voice was commanding. Demeaning. Evil. "Dismissed."

Eivor couldn't take another breath in that room, fleeing as soon as he allowed her to.

There was only one loose end that the All-Father couldn't tie up. But Heimdall would unwittingly take care of it himself.

Smirking, Odin released Huginn from his tattoos, the bird landing on the perch on his desk. "In about an hour, bring Heimdall here. I'm sure he would want to hear about this and go check on his little 'Songbird."

The raven only squawked in compliance.

Eivor paced through their cabin, testing out barriers and staves and spells. She had to have something that could shield more than just her from Odin's gaze. Something to keep his nose out of her and Heimdall's lives long enough for her to warn her lover and find a way out of Asgard. It was just something she had never even tried before. Why would she? Until now there was no reason to figure out how to completely shut out the All-Father himself.

She scoffed in frustration as her latest attempt failed to produce any meaningful results, the distress making her hyperventilate and plaster her hands over her face. What was she supposed to do?

The sound of the door opening barely registered on her mind. It was midday. Heimdall wouldn't be back until the evening. The blood drained from her face as she pictured Odin sauntering in to punish her for already trying to find a way to escape him. Dread and fear subsided only after she heard her name in a welcomed voice.

Heimdall entered their room, and the sight was so relieving that Eivor ran to him and embraced him without a word. He chuckled, though it sounded strained, worried. "A little raven told me something was wrong."

Green eyes shot open. Odin told Heimdall himself. Either this was a test, or he wanted her to think she had some semblance of control only to rip it away. Whatever it was, the bastard was already two steps ahead.

She pushed away from Heimdall, gathering her breath and whispering, "We need to leave."

"Leave?" The watchman smirked and glanced around the room, making no effort to be discreet. "Are you trying to hide something from me?"

"Heimdall, I'm serious," she hissed, his smirk fading immediately. "We need to leave Asgard."

Brow furrowed and still speaking at full volume, he replied, "Why on earth would we do that?"

Seeing that Heimdall wouldn't get the very obvious idea that she was trying to be quiet, she dropped the secrecy. "It's dangerous here."

"It certainly is not. All-Father would —"

"Heimdall, listen to me!" He did as she asked, looking totally confounded at her worry. "All-Father spoke to me in his study. He told me he would hurt me if I got much closer to you."

Still having no idea what she was saying, he replied with a quiet, "What?"

"He doesn't see you as an advisor, he thinks you are his puppet. And he's ready to harm you and anyone else to get what he wants. We can't stay here!"

"That's not true."

His rejection was so blunt that he may as well have slapped her. He truly wouldn't even consider it? There had to be some clues he had seen that would add up with her story. "What do you mean? You've never read a single thing from him that makes you see that?"

"I've never been able to read All-Father. His power is beyond my own."

So matter-of-fact. Which meant it had always been this way. Odin must have some sort of magic guarding him from Heimdall's foresight and fed him excuses to disguise it. The roots Odin planted into Heimdall were far more vast than she could have known, and the old monarch knew it. "Well, fine, you don't need to read him, just me. Look at me and you'll see that I'm not lying. I never lie to you!"

That she did not, and he could see it. He did as she asked and dove into her mind, seeing thoughts and images that supported her every word. Yet somehow…they didn't make sense. It was like they were blurred before he could fully analyze them, pages ripped in half before he even saw them. She was telling the truth, but the truth didn't feel…possible. "You're mistaken," he said sternly and mechanically.

He felt the despair was over her. "What? No, Heimdall, you can see it!"

He could, but he couldn't. The more he tried to look, or even just believe her blindly, the more his head started to pound, giving the same pain he felt when he was overstimulated. His fingers pressed into his brow as he looked away, jaw clenching tighter and tighter as Eivor continued, "I'm not trying to trick you or hurt anybody, I'm trying to get you to see the truth that I missed before it's too late. We're not safe here. We never have been."

Losing patience, Heimdall glared at her and bit back, "Everyone is safe here, I make sure of that."

"You think you are, but you can't!" She cried desperately.

With that pounding headache he couldn't keep it together, rage erupting. "Oh really?! Have I not saved you from incompetence many times by now?"

"That's not the point!"

"Then what is?! That suddenly All-Father is this diabolical fiend that is out to destroy everyone?"

"It's not sudden, it's always been that way. We just can't see it!"

The anger only boiled hotter at the suggestion that he was so foolish that he missed something that obvious. "Ha! Well then, if we pretend that's true, then what exactly are you trying to accomplish by assuming I'll believe this slander?"

His denial stole all rationale from Eivor, her admission becoming more of an argument. "He will hurt you, maybe even kill you—" Heimdall scoffed at that. "I'm trying to protect you!"

Teeth bared and growling, he snapped, "I don't need protecting! Protecting is what I was born to do!"

Everything in him rejected all of it as she pleaded with him to listen, until her insistence tipped him over the edge.

"Why can't you trust me? I'm trying to help you, I'm—"

He snapped. "I don't need your help! I will never need help!" Eivor took a step away as he threw his hand down and lashed out. "I didn't bring you here to 'help' me, so shut up and drop it!"

A sigh to release the tension. Only then did he hear the ringing of his own words. And what they would mean to Eivor. When he finally stopped seeing red he found her cowering, staring at him with wide eyes filled with hurt, tears welling up as he felt her terrified disbelief. Right away he regretted every word, opening his mouth to correct them. But he couldn't, not after she looked away and closed her mind to him, not wanting him to feel the pain he had just inflicted. The sudden silence surrounding her was more painful than the headache that had just disappeared without a trace. Saying nothing, Eivor bit her lip to keep it from trembling and prepared to leave, Heimdall's hand catching her arm the only thing stopping her. "Wait," he begged, not even caring that he was.

Never before had he seen her act so cold, not even looking at him. "Why should I?"

"I didn't mean it."

"Oh, really?" She spat bitterly. "You swear you only say what you mean until it's inconvenient for you? Like everyone else?"

In her case she was referring to the individuals who had used her in the past, but to him it was literal. Yes, he had yet again stooped to the common swine's level and proved she was better than him. But he would fix it right away this time.

He tried to pull her closer but she wouldn't budge, forcing him to step to her front. Eivor felt his fingers gently caress her chin, the warm touch easily guiding her gaze upward in spite of herself. Her mind was still closed as he mumbled sincerely, "A lapse in judgment." When she didn't seem to accept that, he fell back on the last resort.

"I'm sorry."

The second time she had ever heard Heimdall apologize. He only used that phrase when he knew he had made a serious error, and the fact that he recognized his outrage as a mistake calmed Eivor. Even though the hurt remained she leaned into his hand, letting him feel her mind again.

"I see that you're scared…" He wasn't even sure what to say. Everything she implied was so ludicrous, yet he couldn't just dismiss it either. Not when it was her saying all of this. While he was trying to find the words, Eivor hoped that maybe, just maybe, he believed her now.

It was not to be.

"...but there's nothing to be afraid of. You're safe here. I'll keep you safe."

Before she could stop, she replied sadly, "But who is keeping you safe?"

Heimdall smiled softly, holding her face with both hands as he boasted, "I'll take care of that too." It wasn't enough for her, he could tell by her eyes leaving his in disappointment. "This is all just a…a misunderstanding. I'll speak with All-Father, clear all of this up. Everything will be fine."

With no strength left to argue, Eivor took her face away and nodded. There was still so much hurt that Heimdall could feel — hurt that he had caused. Hurt that could drive her away. Without a thought he took her in his arms and pulled her to his chest, praying she would feel his repentance. Her arms dangling at her sides, not moving to hug him in return, showed that she didn't. After such a glorious month of spending his life with her, he'd crossed a line. There was no way he would go back to living alone, to going through life without her. He'd made a terrible mistake.

One that fueled the instantaneous words he couldn't keep from escaping.

"Please don't leave me."

His voice was so small, like a little boy who was looking for his lost mother. So terrified that he wouldn't have her anymore. The sadness undid her resentment right away, body relaxing and arms raising to wrap around his neck and pull his nose into her shoulder. Forgiveness came easily. He was angry. Of course he said something he didn't mean. As much as he claimed perfection, he was, in fact, flawed. To forget that just because he was upset wasn't fair to him, and Eivor knew that. He still loved her, still wanted her, and she was willing to give him the kindness and understanding he was not yet capable of possessing himself.

Still, all the silence did was allow reality to set in.

He didn't believe her.

It was heartbreaking to confirm. This man who could witness truth and detect falsehood at a glance refused to take the facts she gave him over his loyalty to a false god. He didn't take a moment to consider with his own mind instead of his blinded foresight about what she had to say, or how fearful she was. After all this time. Granted, it was a blink compared to a god's lifespan, but it felt like so much longer to them. Like centuries.

As depressing as it was, she couldn't find it in herself to blame him. His entire life has been spent serving Odin. The All-Father and Asgard were the center of his world, and forgetting everything one has ever known couldn't be done in a single moment. However, Odin wouldn't allow her to gradually convince him to see the truth either. If Heimdall didn't believe her now, he never would.

Still, she couldn't stay there. She couldn't serve another power that she didn't agree with just because it was the life she had been given. That was something she had sworn to leave behind, a decision that Heimdall had helped her make. Remaining in Asgard, assisting a vile god committing horrible crimes, was a path she would not accept. But if she didn't…Odin made it perfectly clear that he had no reservations of making her disappear like so many others.

She had to leave. To run away. Her magic had hid her from Odin before. If she played her cards right, she could slip away and stay out of his ravens' sight.

Then she heard it again.

Please don't leave me.

That option became inconceivable as those words echoed in her mind. Hearing how broken Heimdall sounded, how devastated he was by the mere thought of her leaving…she couldn't hurt him like that. He would never trust anyone, never feel his emotions freely or enjoy life for himself ever again. That wasn't what she wanted for him. She couldn't hurt him just to save herself. She couldn't do that to him. Especially when that hurt would only drive him closer to the mastermind.

Then what? That left her trapped, under Odin's thumb all while she knew he saw Heimdall was nothing more than a mindless minion to him until it came time to Odin to dispose of him.

No matter how long she remained, her eventual demise by the All-Father's hand was inevitable. If she stayed, her life was just as forfeit as Heimdall's happiness would be if she ran away.

So what did she want more? Her life, or Heimdall's well-being?

It took only a second to decide. Her arms gripped him tighter, resolve strong.

One day Odin would get rid of her. Knowing Odin, that was something she couldn't stop now. Even if she tried and had some success, he would find a way. If she were to die one way or the other, she wanted the time she had left to be spent supporting Heimdall, tying herself to his invisible chains to make him feel as free as possible. She wouldn't leave him to suffer alone. She would be with him. Until she couldn't anymore.

"I won't," she whispered, feeling him nestle into her further. "I'll always be here."

That was her silent oath. It sealed her fate, but it was a fate she would accept for him.

Huginn flew away, ready to send in the final report on this master. There was no need to monitor them as carefully now. Everything had gone exactly as planned.

And Odin didn't care to listen to Eivor after Heimdall left, sitting down against a wall and sobbing. Lamenting how unfair it was that Heimdall gave so much and would get nothing in return.

Her only hope was that one day fate would be tested.

And tested it would be.

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If you aren't sure what Odin's plan is, it'll be explained a little more later, dw bb

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